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🌹5. Under the Moonlight |M|


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Taehyung pulled away from Jungkook's dishevelled form, his coat hanging loosely from his shoulder, the fabric barely clinging to him as it slid off, forgotten in the heat of their passion. His breath was ragged, his shirt undone at the collar, revealing the taut muscles of his chest.

Jungkook's hair were a dark tangle of curls, they framed her flushed face, lips swollen and eyes half-lidded, still heavy from the intensity of the moment they had just shared.

Without a word, Taehyung effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, holding her in a bridal style. His strong arms encircled her back and knees as he lifted her. Jungkook wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the messy strands of his hair.

Taehyung began walking toward the staircase. Jungkook's legs dangled loosely as they ascended the stairs, and she couldn't help but smile.

"You love to carry me in your arms, don't you?" Jungkook asked resting her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against the bare neck.

Taehyung's gaze flicked down at her for a brief moment, his lips curling into a soft smile as his eyes softened. He continued to climb the stairs, his grip on her tightened slightly.

"Without a doubt," he replied.

Jungkook shifted in his arms, her legs swinging gently as she nestled closer against him. The feel of her heart beating so close to his, the way Jungkook seemed to fit perfectly in his embrace, was a reality Taehyung could hardly believe.

She was his, and he was hers in a way that felt both familiar and brand new.

"Because my arms are the safest place for you. There's nowhere else I'd rather have you."

Jungkook's heart fluttered at his words, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She nestled further into his chest, her arms gently curling around his neck as she let herself relax against him.

The feeling of being cradled in his arms, his heartbeat against her ear—it was more than just comfort.

It was safety. It was trust. It was home.

Jungkook tightened her grip around his neck, pulling herself closer, as if trying to merge herself with him entirely.

When they finally reached the top of the stairs, Taehyung didn't stop. He walked toward their space, toward the quiet intimacy that awaited them.

Taehyung paused at the rooftop, his steps became more slow as his gaze settled on the canopy bed before him.

Soft lights flickered around the frame, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings, while candles burned brightly, their flames dancing in the cool night air.

The scent of fresh flowers filled the space, their petals spilling across the bed, creating a sea of color that looked almost otherworldly.


It was perfect—an enchanting setting he had carefully prepared just for Jungkook.

He turned his attention to the beauty in his arms, taking in the sight of Jungkook, her expression soft, almost like she was caught in the magic of the moment. The way the flickering lights reflected in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly in awe—it made his heart race in a way he couldn't quite explain.

"Do you like it?" Taehyung's voice was a low murmur, filled with a hint of hesitation. He wanted this moment to be perfect, just as she deserved.

Jungkook turned her gaze to him, her eyes sparkling with something that mirrored the moonlight itself. Her lips curved into a smile, one that made her eyes soften with affection.

"It's beautiful, Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know what to say."

Taehyung exhaled, his chest rising and falling beneath her as he let himself revel in the relief of her approval. He had wanted this night to be something she'd never forget—something that felt like a dream yet was real enough to remind her that she was cherished beyond measure.

He took a few more steps toward the bed before gently lowering her onto the flower-filled bed, his hands lingering on her waist as he positioned her carefully among the soft petals, as if she were the most delicate thing in the world.

Taehyung stood there for a moment, watching her settle into the bed. His own heart seemed to calm as he simply gazed at her, but there was something else on his mind.

The night, the moon, the flowers—they all seemed to pale in comparison to the way Jungkook glowed, the way she made everything feel like it belonged to them.

Jungkook looked up at him, her face illuminated by the soft light, her hair a dark cascade around her.

"You look like a dream, Daisy," he murmured, his thumb ghosting over the apple of her cheek. "My dream."

Jungkook's lips parted, her fingers instinctively reaching for his wrist, holding onto him as warmth spread through her chest. "Then don't wake up," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet longing.

"Never," he promised, his lips ghosting over her forehead in a touch so delicate, it sent a shiver down her spine.

He sat beside her, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face as he softly whispered, "Wait here."

The night sky above them was vast, an ocean of dark blue scattered with twinkling stars. But Taehyung wasn't looking at them just yet. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the full moon was gradually rising, its light pale and mysterious.

He had read about it in an ancient book, one that spoke of bonds between soulmates, of rituals and myths that stretched back to forgotten times.

The text had mentioned that the light of a full moon had the power to strengthen the connection between two people, their bond becoming unbreakable under its glow.

Taehyung wasn't one to give much belief to prophecies or old tales; he had always dismissed such things as superstition, his practical mind seeing them as nothing more than ancient fables.

But tonight, with Jungkook's soft gaze following him as he prepared the space for them, something inside him stirred. He wanted to believe, even if just for a moment.

He wanted to give her everything, every ounce of his love, every part of his soul and if this ancient belief held even the slightest truth, then he would do whatever it took to make their bond stronger.

For her. For them.

The moon began to climb higher in the sky, its silvery glow illuminating the rooftop, casting long shadows across the ground.

Taehyung's heart beat steadily as he looked up at it. Then, he moved, retrieving a small wooden box from the corner of the canopy bed.

Jungkook tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her doe-like eyes. She sat up slightly, her fingers resting on the soft sheets as she watched.

"What's that?" she asked softly, her voice barely louder than the breeze that rustled through the night.

Taehyung didn't answer immediately. Instead, he unlatched the box, revealing a delicate silver chain with a crescent moon and star pendant.

Jungkook's breath hitched. It was breathtaking.

Taehyung turned to her. "In the book, it said that under a full moon, if two people exchange a token of their devotion, their souls..." He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as if hesitant to continue.

"Their souls become bound."

Jungkook's lips parted in surprise. She stared at him, searching his gaze for any hint of teasing, but all she found was sincerity.

"You don't believe in things like that," she murmured, her fingers curling slightly into the sheets.

Taehyung let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "I don't." He lifted the necklace, letting the pendant dangle between them. "But with you... I want to believe."

Jungkook swallowed thickly, her heart thudding in her chest as he reached forward, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck as he fastened the chain around it. The cool metal settled against her collarbone, and she shivered—not from the cold, but from the overwhelming emotion that surged through her.

He traced the pendant lightly, watching how it rested against her skin before meeting her gaze once more.

"You are my moon," he murmured. "The light in my darkness. If there's even the slightest chance that this will keep us connected, even beyond this lifetime... then I want it."

Jungkook's breath trembled as she lifted her hand, brushing her fingers over the pendant before looking up at him.

She knew in that moment—she had always known.

Taehyung wasn't just the man she loved. He was her fate, her beginning and end, the force that pulled her into the vast unknown yet made her feel safe within it.

And so, with a soft, almost trembling smile, she reached for the wooden box.

"My turn," she whispered.

Jungkook reached into the wooden box, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled out the second pendant. It was identical to the one resting against her collarbone—except for one crucial detail.

Hers held the crescent moon.

His held the star.

Taehyung watched her carefully, his gaze unreadable yet so extremely tender that it made her chest tighten. He didn't move, didn't even breathe as Jungkook reached up, her hands brushing the column of his throat as she carefully fastened the chain around his neck.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes flickering between the two pendants now resting against their chests.

One moon. One star.

Two halves of a whole.

And then they felt a soft pull, like an invisible force guiding them closer. Their pendants trembled, the magnets within them responding to the undeniable connection between them.

Click.

Jungkook gasped softly as the two halves snapped together, drawn to each other like fate itself had intervened. Her wide eyes lifted to meet Taehyung's, her lips parting in awe.


Taehyung exhaled, his breath shaky as he lifted a hand, brushing his fingers over the now-joined charms. He could feel the faint vibration of their connection, the way they refused to be apart.

Just like them.

Jungkook swallowed hard. "They... they attached on their own," she whispered, almost as if she didn't believe what she had just seen.

Taehyung's lips curled into a knowing smile. His fingers found hers, lacing them together as he pulled her just a little closer. "Of course, they did," he murmured, his voice low and deep. "They're us."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she let herself be pulled in, their foreheads touching, their pendants still connected between them.

The moon and the star.

Destined to find each other, even in the vastness of the universe.

The moment the clouds shifted, revealing the full moon in all its ethereal glow, the silver light cascaded down upon them, bathing them in a celestial embrace.

Finally, the first rays of the full moon began to bathe them in its soft light.

The light envelop them, making every single thing ethereal, more vibrant, more alive. The flowers, the candles, the air—they all shimmer under the soft caress of the moon.

So the couple on the flower bed.

Jungkook's breath hitched as the silvery beams illuminated Taehyung's sharp features—his dark eyes glistening like molten gold, his lips parted slightly as he gazed at her.

The pendant between them shimmered under the moonlight, still magnetically bound, refusing to part just like them.

The night air was thick with something sacred.

The scent of fresh petals surrounded them, their softness wilted beneath Taehyung's palm as he moved, his fingers gliding over the floral bed, reaching for her.

The moonlight draped Jungkook in silver, making her look almost unreal, like a dream formed from the heavens itself. But Jungkook was real—so beautifully, devastatingly real.

And she was his.

Taehyung's fingertips found hers, tentative at first, as if afraid she might slip away. But when Jungkook's fingers curled around his in response, something deep in his chest clenched.

He intertwined their hands, lacing their fingers together, sealing an unbreakable vow.

Jungkook's breath hitched when Taehyung shifted closer. Then, ever so slowly, he raised their joined hands and pressed them against his chest—right over his heart.

A steady beat met her palm, as if her touch alone had set it off course. Taehyung exhaled deeply, his eyes dark and intense as they held hers, his thumb brushing soothing circles over the back of her hand.

"Feel that?" His voice was a low murmur, rough around the edges. "It's yours."

Jungkook swallowed, her lashes fluttering as she pressed her hand more firmly against him. The warmth of his skin seeped through the thin fabric, the pulse beneath her fingers anchoring her.

Her lips parted but she couldn't find the words.

Taehyung didn't need them. He leaned in, his free hand reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his knuckles grazing her cheek in a touch so tender it made her shiver.

"It beats because of you, for you," he whispered, his gaze locked onto hers as if daring her to look away.

Jungkook didn't.

Not when Taehyung looked at her like that—like she was the beginning and the end of every universe he had ever known.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips, her fingers tightening over his heart as if she wanted to hold it, to claim it fully. The pendant between them shined with a faint warmth, as if it, too, recognized the unbreakable tether between their souls.

Jungkook's gaze flickered from Taehyung's eyes to his chest.

The mark, the sword etched into his skin was glowing. Not just faintly, not just a flicker like it had done in the past. This time, under the full moon's silver light, it shined brightly, a golden hue radiating from beneath his shirt.

Without thinking, her free hand moved, pushing aside the heavy fabric of his coat, then tugging at his shirt to reveal the mark beneath.

The sword and moon mark on his chest glowed, beating with an otherworldly light under the full moon's gaze.

And then—her wrist burned, not in pain, but in recognition.

She lifted her arm slightly, eyes widening as the identical sword mark on her skin shimmered to life, the glow matching his in perfect harmony.


The two marks, long imprinted on their bodies, had shined before—fleeting moments of warmth, of connection—but never like this.

Taehyung felt the shift the moment Jungkook did. His breath slowed as he followed Jungkook's gaze, watching as the identical mark on her wrist glowed in tandem with his own.

The silver light reflected in her wide eyes, illuminating the soft curve of her parted lips.

Taehyung exhaled slowly. Then, he reached out.

His fingers brushed over her wrist, tracing the glowing mark. A shiver ran through Jungkook's spine at the contact, the glow between them throbbing stronger, responding to the connection.

"This..." He traced the mark again, his fingers feather-light. "This isn't just fate, Jungkook. It's us. It's every lifetime before and every lifetime after. It's you and me—finding each other, choosing each other."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her fingers curling against his chest where the sword mark glowed.

Taehyung leaned in, his forehead barely brushing against hers, his voice turning softer, lower, like a confession meant for her ears alone.

"The moon is watching," he murmured. "The stars are witnessing." His lips hovered just above hers, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath.

"Tonight, our souls will complete what our bodies have always known."

Jungkook swallowed, her lashes fluttering.

The wind stirred around them, lifting the petals, making them dance like scattered fragments of a dream. But Taehyung and Jungkook remained still, locked in this moment, breathing each other in, holding each other close.

Taehyung's gaze flickered to Jungkook's lips, parted slightly, her breath mingling with his in the crisp air. He moved closer, so close that their noses brushed, the warmth of her presence seeping into his very bones. Jungkook leaned in too, mirroring his movement, drawn to him like the tide to the shore.

And then—

The softest of touches.

A whisper of lips against lips, a hesitant graze, as if the universe itself had paused to watch. The candles flickered wildly in the night breeze, their flames casting golden shadows that swayed and danced, but it was the moon's glow that made this moment feel like destiny.

Taehyung sighed into the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek, fingers splayed across her warm skin. Jungkook shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his thumb traced tender circles beneath her eye, as if he wanted to memorize her by touch alone.

And then, the hesitance melted.

Taehyung tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his other hand slipping around her waist, pulling her closer until there was nothing left between them but heat. Jungkook responded instinctively, fingers tightening around his shirt as she leaned into him, pressing herself flush against his chest.

The pendant between them shifted, still connected, their halves refusing to separate—just like them.

Their marks glowed more brightly.

Jungkook gasped softly as Taehyung's lips moved against hers, slow but intoxicating, his breath mixing with hers in the chilled night air. Jungkook's hands slid up, wrapping around his neck, anchoring herself to him.

They kissed like they had all the time in the world.

Like the stars above them weren't burning out.

Like the night itself had stilled, just for them.

And when they finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, foreheads resting against each other, Taehyung let out a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing against the corner of her swollen lips.

With a flick of Taehyung's fingers, the sheer curtains around the canopy bed billowed, closing around them like a sacred veil. The outside world faded away, leaving only the two of them within the secret sanctuary he had created.

The candles flickered and then extinguished, their tiny flames surrendering to the darkness, leaving only the moonlight as their witness.

It streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft silver beams onto the flower-laden bed, illuminating Jungkook's flushed face, the rise and fall of her breath, the way her eyes glistened as they gazed at him.

"You were made for this light," he murmured, voice hushed and thick. "For the night to cradle you, for the moon to adorn you in its glow."

Jungkook's fingers curled against the sheets, clutching the petals beneath them trying to anchor herself. But Taehyung was relentless, in the way he watched her, in the way he touched her—so soft, yet devastatingly certain.

"And I was made to be drawn to you."

Jungkook exhaled, lips trembling as she gazed up at him, lost in the moment.

"Taehyung," she whispered, the syllables barely escaping past her lips.

His name had never sounded so sacred.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip with aching slowness.

"You say my name like it belongs to you," he murmured, though his own breath faltered when Jungkook leaned into his touch. "As if it was always meant for your lips."

Jungkook swallowed, her throat tightening. "Maybe it was."

Taehyung's gaze darkened, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.

Jungkook's hands rested on her lap, fidgeting with her dress as she kept her gaze downcast. She felt his presence—his breath fanned against her skin, the warmth radiating from his body as he sat so close, watching her with patient yet expectant eyes.

"Unveil me, my love," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and velvety, "Let there be nothing between us—not fabric, not distance, not fear. Only you. Only me."

Her breath caught.

Jungkook swallowed, her fingers curling against her dress. She hesitated, glancing up at him through her lashes. His expression was unreadable, yet his eyes held a quiet reassurance, dark pools of warmth that seemed to pull her in.

"I...?" Jungkook questioned.

Taehyung hummed, tilting his head slightly as he observed her, the corner of his lips twitching upward in the faintest smiles.

"Are you shy?" he asked, his tone teasing yet unbearably gentle.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly dropped her gaze again, nodding slightly.

Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, reaching forward to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing along her jaw before tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You don't have to be," he whispered. "It's just me, Jungkook. Just us."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her lips parting slightly.

Slowly, hesitantly, Jungkook raised her hands to the lapels of his coat. Her fingers trembled as she brushed against the fine material.

Her fingers fumbled with the lapels, struggling slightly in her nervousness. The small action made Taehyung smile, though he said nothing, only watching as she carefully slipped it free.

Jungkook's fingers clenched the fabric, her nerves getting the best of her. The coat slid from his shoulders, pooling onto the petal-strewn bed beneath them.

Her hands hovered, unsure of where to go next, her heartbeat erratic.

Jungkook's fingers trembled as they hovered over the edges of his half unbuttoned shirt. The fabric had loosened around his frame, exposing his collarbones and the smooth expanse of his skin beneath.

Taehyung's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"What happened to my fierce wife?" he teased, his voice a slow hum against the silence. He leaned in, his nose grazing her cheek, his breath warm as he whispered, "You were so bold before. Now, you can't even undress me?"

Jungkook's cheeks burned. Her fingers twitched against the buttons.

Taehyung leaned back just slightly, giving her space but never letting her escape. His head tilted, dark eyes gleaming with something untamed, something dangerous.

"I'll make it easier for you," he murmured, but this time, his voice carried a challenge.

Before Jungkook could process his words, his grip tightened around her trembling hands, guiding them to his shirt once more. But instead of urging her to undo it carefully, he pushed.

Jungkook's breath caught as the sharp sound of tearing fabric echoed through the night. Black buttons scattered like fallen stars, bouncing against the silk sheets and disappearing into the floral bed beneath them.

Taehyung's shirt hung from his shoulders, the ruined fabric exposing the sculpted lines of his chest. Moonlight cascaded over him, painting silver shadows across every ridge and hollow, making him look almost unreal—almost divine.

Jungkook's fingers twitched against the edges of his shirt, still curled around the fabric he had torn apart.

"Shall I teach you how to undress me properly?" he murmured, tilting his head as his eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something deep.

Jungkook inhaled shakily, but instead of answering, she let her hands drift lower, to the worn fabric still draped over his shoulders.

And then, without hesitation, she pushed it off, letting it fall away—letting him bare himself fully to her.

Taehyung's hands didn't leave hers. Instead, he guided them further, down the hard ridges of his stomach, letting her feel every muscle that tensed under her touch. It was intoxicating, the way he was both completely in control yet surrendering himself entirely to her hands.

Taehyung's gaze never wavered from her. He took in her stunned expression, her parted lips, the way her breath caught as her fingers twitched at her sides, unsure whether to reach for him or retreat.

His smirk deepened. "There's my little fierce wife," he purred, his voice dark and laced with amusement. "Demanding to be taken mercilessly one moment, trembling before me the next."

Jungkook swallowed hard, heat curling low in her stomach. Her pride bristled at his teasing tone, but her body betrayed her, drawn to the sheer power he exuded.

Taehyung moved closer, his hand slid to her back, fingers deftly finding the knot tied at her waist.

Jungkook's fingers curled against his chest, her nails pressing slightly into his skin as if to ground herself.

Taehyung's hand remained on the fabric, his fingers trailing down her back. The dress was so complicated and detailed. It was hell bent to resist his every movement, as if it were designed to keep them apart, to delay the inevitable.

"Damn, this is..." he muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Jungkook bit down on her smile, watching the crease between his brows deepen, his lips parting slightly as he worked in vain. He was always so in control, always so effortless in everything he did—yet here he was, undone by nothing more than a few stubborn layers of fabric.

She leaned in slightly, her breath brushing against his ear. "Struggling, Mr. Kim?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung froze, his grip tightening for the briefest moment before he exhaled a low chuckle. His eyes lifted to meet hers, filled with something both amused and dangerously intent.

Jungkook's lips twitched and a small smile danced on her face, though she quickly bit her lip to suppress it. She could see the frustration in his eyes.

"Do you need help?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended, a teasing edge slipping through despite her attempts to remain composed.

Taehyung's eyes flicked up to hers and he was caught off guard by the shift in her.

"I'm fine," he muttered. He leaned down again, his head brushing against her shoulder as he tried once more to untangle the fabric, his frustration becoming almost endearing.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat, his touch on her skin not lost on her. Her fingers brushed against his arm, a soft touch meant to soothe, yet it only seemed to draw him closer.

Jungkook gently placed her hand on his, guiding him away from the knot.

"Let me help," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper as she positioned herself to get a better angle. Her fingers worked deftly at the complex ties of her dress.

Taehyung's eyes followed her every movement. His eyes were fixed on her hands as they tugged at the strings, each pull loosening the fabric just a little more, revealing the smooth, soft skin of her back.

Jungkook tugged one more time and the bodice of the dress became loose. She glanced at him, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she pulled the fabric down just a little more.

He watched as Jungkook, her eyes never leaving his, began to shift the bodice further down her body, revealing a translucent fabric clung to her form.

It accentuated the curves of her tender chest that were now just barely contained beneath the fine material.

Taehyung's eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat as the sight before him registered fully.

Jungkook tilted her head, watching the way Taehyung's pupils dilated, the way his jaw clenched as if he were holding himself back. She could see it in his eyes—the battle between reverence and desire, between worshipping her and claiming her.

"You're not so composed, Mr. Kim."

Jungkook sat there, a vision of temptation and grace, her dark waves tumbling over her back, some strands sticking lightly to her flushed skin. The fabric, though thin, felt like a barrier between them—one Taehyung was burning to remove.

His fingers twitched, his control fraying as his gaze devoured her, reverent yet insatiable.

"You're so unreal," he breathed, his voice hoarse, thick with longing.

Jungkook's lips curled into a small smile, a flush deepening on her cheeks. She tilted her head slightly, her hair cascading down her back, framing her beauty like a painting only the gods could create.

"Then worship me, Mr. Kim," she whispered.

And Taehyung had never been one to deny her anything.

Taehyung wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore. His mind had short-circuited, every thought drowned out by the sight before him. And then—then his gaze caught something else.

Something glinting beneath the folds of her dress.

Something small, but striking.

A gemstone.

Dangling from her navel.

His breath hitched, the room suddenly feeling too small, the air too thick to inhale properly. It was a delicate piece of jewelry, catching the moonlight like a forbidden star, nestled right above the soft plane of her stomach.
The gemstone—was it blue? Violet?

He couldn't tell under the silver glow, but it sparkled, teasing him, tempting him, luring his gaze lower than he had intended.

Jungkook saw the exact moment he noticed. The way his lips parted ever so slightly, the way his brows twitched just a little, the subtle shift in his breathing as his entire focus zeroed in on that tiny, twinkling decoration resting against her skin.

And then he looked up at her.

His expression—oh, it was something else entirely.

Dark. Intense. Completely, utterly captivated.

Jungkook had been prepared for many reactions, but not this. Not the way his pupils expanded, not the way his fingers flexed against his sides like he was resisting the urge to touch.

A thrill ran down her spine, and suddenly, she felt hot.

Too hot.

Taehyung let out a slow breath, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a deep, silken drawl. "When... did you get this?"

"I..." Jungkook started, voice barely above a whisper. "I planned this... for you."

Taehyung's brain short-circuited.

For him.

And then, before Jungkook could register what was happening, she was beneath him.

Flat against the mattress.

A soft gasp left her lips as Taehyung's hands caged her in, his broad frame hovering over hers like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.

The petals felt cold against her exposed skin. She hissed lowly at the contact, the chill flowers contrasting sharply with her warm body. Her back arched slightly, a reflex, as she tried to adjust to the coolness, but it only heightened the tension between them.

Taehyung followed her movements, his body lowering. He didn't waste a second; his lips brushed the soft skin of her neck, his breath warm and intoxicating.

Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt him so close, his body pressing in against hers, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across her neck.

Jungkook's fingers dug into the petals beneath her but every inch of her skin was alive, her senses heightened, every nerve trembling under his proximity.

Taehyung was losing it. Completely, utterly losing it.

The moment his eyes locked onto that tiny, glinting gemstone on her navel, something inside him snapped. His restraint, his patience—everything shattered under the sheer weight of his desire.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, but there was no controlling the way his body reacted, no stopping the flood of possessiveness that roared through his veins.

His mind was a haze of heat, his every sense heightened, instincts clawing at him, demanding—claim, mark, own.

But even in his overwhelming desire, he paused. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember the feeling of being on the edge, the anticipation building between them.

Jungkook's heart pounded in her chest, the sudden outburst causing her breath to hitch.

Taehyung hovered over her, his frame completely eclipsing hers, his presence overwhelming in every possible way. Her fingers trembled against the silk sheets beneath her, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. She felt trapped—pinned beneath his gaze alone.

And then—click.

Her wide eyes flickered downward just in time to see his hand move, his long fingers undoing the buckle of his belt with agonizing slowness. Her stomach twisted, anticipation curling deep in her core as the metal clasp gave way, the leather sliding free with a sharp pull.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

The moment the belt came undone, Taehyung yanked it free. The loud thwack of it being tossed out of the canopy bed sent a jolt through her spine.

Jungkook flinched.

Her entire body tensed at the sharp sound, her breath hitching as she instinctively clenched the sheets beneath her. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, wide and uncertain, but his expression made her stomach drop.

Dark. Possessive. Completely untamed. But then—soft.

"Did that scare you?"

Jungkook scowled, embarrassment creeping into her features, but before she could snap back, his hand was there—gentle fingers tracing the side of her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I was just getting comfortable," Taehyung murmured, the teasing lilt in his voice making her heart stumble. "No need to look like I just stole your soul."

Jungkook's glare should have been sharper, but it faltered the moment he shifted closer, his weight dipping the mattress, his warmth seeping into her skin. His bare chest was right there, his skin glowing under the silver lighting, every inch of him utterly distracting.

"You make it sound like I'm overreacting," Jungkook muttered, her voice smaller than she wanted it to be.

Taehyung hummed, tilting his head, feigning contemplation. "Not overreacting, just... sensitive."

"I'm not sensitive."

"You are."

Her lips parted, a retort forming, but he was already moving again. His hand trailed lower, skimming down the sheets beside her, his fingers barely brushing her wrist.

Then, slowly, he wrapped his hand around hers.

"I'd never hurt you," he murmured, his voice quieter now, a promise woven between the syllables. "You know that, don't you?"

Her fingers twitched beneath his, her throat tightening. Jungkook wasn't sure what shook her more—the intensity in his gaze or the tenderness hidden beneath it.

"I know," Jungkook whispered.

Jungkook's fingers curled into the sheets, trying to ground herself, but it was impossible when he was this close—when he was watching her like that.

"T-Taehyung..." her voice was a whisper, breathless and unsure.

"Yes, darling?"

Jungkook hated how easily he made her weak, how effortlessly he unraveled her composure. She had planned this moment, thought she would have the upper hand, that her little surprise would leave him speechless.

But instead, she was the one breathless, the one completely at his mercy.

"Do you know what you've done to me?" Taehyung muttered, almost to himself, his fingers tracing the small gemstone at her navel.

The piercing glinted under the dim light, a sinful decoration that had completely short-circuited his mind.

Jungkook bit her lip, watching him through her lashes. She had done it as a surprise, as something to make him look at her differently, to see her in a way she wanted him to. And judging by the heat in his eyes, by the way his jaw clenched and his fingers dug into her waist, she had succeeded far beyond her expectations.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just below her ear. "What am I supposed to do now?" His voice was all gravel and heat. "You've gone and made yourself irresistible."

Jungkook's heart slammed against her ribs, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders.

A sharp gasp tore from Jungkook's lips as he bit down, not harshly, but firm enough to leave an imprint. The sensation sent a spark of something dangerous and thrilling coursing through her, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her, crushing the fragile petals.

His lips soothed the mark instantly, tongue flicking over the tender skin as if in apology—but there was no regret in his touch.

His hand moved in sync with his mouth, fingers grazing over the gown pooled around her hip. A flick of his wrist and the fabric slipped further, the already loosened bodice sliding lower.

The black gown slid away like water, pooling around her before slipping off the edge of the bed entirely. The silk sheets cradled her bare form, but it was the flowers beneath her that made Taehyung pause.

Jungkook lay there—adorned in nothing but the thinnest veil of lace, a fabric so sheer it barely held the illusion of modesty. The delicate embroidery traced over her skin in teasing patterns, offering glimpses but denying the full view, making Taehyung's patience snap thread by thread. But it wasn't just the lace that caught his attention.

It was the flowers.

Scattered petals surrounded her, crushed beneath the weight of her body, their soft fragrance rising into the air, intoxicating and sweet.

Roses, orchids, delicate white blossoms—each one framing her like a vision from another world. Some petals clung to her skin, caught in the strands of her tousled hair, nestled in the hollow of her throat, against the gentle curve of her shoulder.

And Taehyung... Taehyung had never seen anything more devastatingly beautiful.

"God, look at you," he muttered under his breath, barely aware that he had spoken aloud.

Jungkook swallowed, her lashes fluttering as she fought to keep her gaze locked onto his. But he made it difficult. He always did.

Especially when his hands were moving like that—tracing slow patterns along her bare waist, his thumbs brushing over every dip and curve as if committing them to memory.

Taehyung was wrecked.

One hand braced beside her head, keeping him hovering just inches away, while his other trailed down, tracing over the fragile lace covering her.

"This mere lace," he rasped, fingers catching the lace at her midsection, "is driving me insane."

Jungkook swallowed hard, her hands instinctively gripping his forearms, her nails pressing into the hard muscle.

"I—" She licked her lips, struggling to find words under his piercing gaze. "I thought you'd like it."

Taehyung chuckled, dark and hoarse. His hand tightened on the lace, pulling it taut against her skin.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured his voice a breath of heat against her lips.

"I love it. That's the problem."

His head dipped lower, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I don't know if I should tear it off or savor it."

Jungkook whimpered, her body tensing as his fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, teasing the final barrier between them.

Jungkook's lashes fluttering as she gazed up at him, completely at his mercy. The heat in Taehyung's eyes burned through every layer of her, searing her soul with his unspoken desire.

His hand yanked away the last of her modesty, the lace slipping down, lying on the crushed petals like a fallen whisper.

Jungkook gasped, instinctively drawing her knees together, her hands twitching toward her bare skin as if to shield herself. But before she could, Taehyung was there—his touch firm yet gentle, catching her wrists, halting her retreat.

"Don't hide from me," he murmured, his voice low, reverent.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered, her breath hitching as she dared to meet his gaze. What she found there wasn't just hunger—it was something deeper, something that made her stomach flip and her heart ache all at once.

His hands skimmed over her wrists before trailing up her arms. He wanted her to feel every touch, to know she wasn't just bare before him—she was cherished. Adored.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple, then lower, tracing a path to her cheek. "Every part of you."

Jungkook swallowed hard, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. Her chest rose and fell in unsteady breaths, her skin burning beneath his gaze.

Taehyung's throat went dry. His gaze roamed over her slowly, reverently, drinking her in like she was a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves.

Taehyung leaned down, his nose grazing her collarbone, his lips pressing against her skin with aching slowness.

His lips crashed against her throat, teeth grazing, marking, claiming.

Jungkook gasped, arching into him as he devoured her skin, his breath hot, his touch demanding.

Bare chest pressed against bare chest, warmth meeting warmth, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Jungkook's breath stilled, her wide doe eyes locking onto his as the full reality of their closeness sank in.

Taehyung smirked, brushing his nose against hers. "Better?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, her lips parted, unable to find words as heat flooded her cheeks.

Better? It felt like heaven. So intimate.

Jungkook didn't even realize how tightly she was gripping his shoulders until he moved.

Taehyung shifted back slightly, the loss of his hard chest against hers making a desperate whine bubble up in her throat. She hadn't meant to make a sound, but the empty space between them, the lack of his warmth, left her feeling exposed, vulnerable, needy.

Taehyung heard it.

His smirk returned as if he had been waiting for that exact reaction. And before Jungkook could fully register the loss of his body against hers, his thumb brushed over one sensitive peak, pressing just enough to make her breath stutter.

Jungkook gasped, her fingers tightening around his biceps, nails pressing into his skin. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her chest rising sharply in response, unable to contain the sweet ache blooming inside her.

Taehyung's voice came low and teasing, barely more than a breath against her temple.

"Impatient, are we?"

His thumb made slow circles, gentle enough to feel like worship, firm enough to make her heart skip.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered as she tried to speak, but her throat was dry and her thoughts scattered. Her body answered before she could—arching subtly, offering herself wordlessly.

A faint, barely-there whimper escaped her lips, like a secret.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, his other hand joining the first in its delicate exploration. The reverence in his touch made her tremble—like a petal held too long in the wind, her whole being swayed toward him.

His thumb flicked over her, earning another whimper that made his grip tighten. "You react so beautifully for me,"

Jungkook's lashes fluttered, her cheeks dusted with a deep flush. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the needy sounds threatening to spill, but Taehyung wasn't having any of it.

"Let me hear you," he coaxed, dipping his head closer, his warm breath fanning over her skin. "Don't hide from me, love."

Her lips parted, a breathy moan escaping before she could stop it, and the sound unraveled something inside him. His fingers continued their slow, torturous strokes, his dark gaze drinking in every little reaction she gave him, savoring her surrender beneath his touch.

Jungkook barely had time to protest before she felt his breath ghost over her skin.

His lips came next.

Soft, warm and unbearably slow, they brushed against the sensitive peaks he had just teased, his tongue flicking out briefly before he pressed a kiss there. Jungkook gasped sharply, her back arching at the sensation, her fingers gripping onto his shoulders.

"Tae—!"

Taehyung hummed against her skin, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of heat through her.

She felt his nose nudge gently against her, his hand splayed over the curve of her waist, grounding her even as her mind floated elsewhere.

He pressed another kiss there, slower this time, more intentional, before drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth.

Taehyung's legs were still clothed, the friction of fabric against her bare, heated skin making her whimper. Her legs tangled with his, desperate for something—anything—to lessen the unbearable ache curling deep inside her.

Taehyung's lips grew hungrier, no longer content with soft brushes. He latched onto her sensitive bud again, sucking with more pressure this time, his tongue flicking firmly over the peak as a deep hum vibrated through his throat. The sound shot straight through Jungkook, making her hips shift instinctively beneath him.

He didn't stop. His hand cupped the underside of her breast, thumb stroking the other peak as his mouth worked with a newfound intensity.

He sucked again—stronger now, lips pulling just enough to make her whimper and tighten her grip on his shoulders.

Jungkook's fingers scrambled up his arms, nails grazing his skin as she pressed him closer. Her legs curled tighter around his, the thin layer of his pants maddening against her bare thighs.

Taehyung nibbled gently—once, twice—each motion followed by the soft wet glide of his tongue soothing the spot, only to start again.

Jungkook's back arched, chest rising to meet his mouth. Her face buried into his hair, muffling her mewls as her body trembled beneath his care.

"Mine," he murmured against her skin between kisses. "All mine."

And with every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue, he proved it.

Jungkook cried out, her thighs instinctively clenching together, but the slick zeal pooling between them made her all too aware of just how much she was losing herself to him. The crushed petals beneath her stuck to her skin, damp and clinging to her thighs, her core, tangled with her own arousal.

Taehyung pulled back, his breath heavy, chest rising with restraint. A damp sheen clung to his lips—soft, swollen, and flushed from where they'd worshipped her seconds ago.

His dark hair fell over his brow, disheveled from her fingers, shadows brushing across his sharp cheekbones in the moonlight.

Jungkook's breath hitched. He looked devastatingly hot like that.

The quiet hunger in his eyes hadn't dulled—it had deepened, smoldering like a flame fed slowly on purpose.

A fire that was meant to burn all night.

His gaze dropped to her chest, then slowly dragged up to meet hers again.

"You look like a dream," he murmured, voice husky and low, barely more than a breath. "And I haven't even begun to lose myself in you."

He reached up, thumb brushing the corner of her lip, his touch feather-light—worshipful, yet claiming.

Jungkook shivered under his gaze, her heart hammering like wings against her ribs.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his fingers curling around Jungkook's delicate wrist as he lifted her hand to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before turning it over, his lips grazing the delicate skin of her wrist.

His other hand followed, capturing her second wrist, holding her completely under his control.

His lips moved in slow worship—from her palm to the tips of her fingers, to her knuckles, to the sensitive underside of her wrist.

Taehyung spread her hands gently, pinning them to the mattress beside her head as he caged her beneath him, his forehead grazing hers, their breaths mingling.

"May I make love to you, my love?"

His grip loosened, just slightly.

Enough to tell her she had the choice. Enough to tell her he would stop in a heartbeat if she asked.

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