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In the shadow of life's trials, orphaned Jungkook, falsely accused of murder, faces abandonment from friends and dwindling self-resp...
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Jungkook's world narrowed down to the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, synchronised with the tender caress of Taehyung's lips against his skin. Each kiss ignited a cascade of sensations, leaving his lips swollen and tingling and his fingers threading through Taehyung's hair in silent plea.
"Hyung, stop; someone will come," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely a whisper amidst the fervent exchange of affection. But Taehyung's kisses persisted, relentless in their pursuit of pleasure, as he stood between Jungkook's parted thighs. The kitchen, once a mundane space, now bore witness to their intimate dance, painted in hues of passion and desire.
Clad in a vibrant red sweater and half-white pyjamas, Jungkook surrendered to the sweet torment of their embrace. His senses ablaze with the heady scent of desire, he succumbed to the intoxicating allure of Taehyung's touch, his every nerve alive with anticipation.
Their kisses had evolved into a sacred ritual, each stolen moment a testament to the depth of their connection. With each passing day, their passion grew bolder and their embraces more fervent, yet Jungkook's heart still skipped a beat at the touch of Taehyung's lips against his own.
The heat pooled in Jungkook's belly, a molten flame fueled by the tantalizing friction of Taehyung's trousers against his upper thighs. It was a sensation that was both exhilarating and maddening, drawing him deeper into the abyss of desire.
Sensing Jungkook's growing heat, Taehyung pulled back, his heart swelling with affection as he looked at his lover. Jungkook's eyes were glazed with desire, cheeks beautifully rosy and his lips were swollen and inviting. "Scarlet," Taehyung breathed, his voice a gentle caress that stirred the depths of Jungkook's soul. To him, Jungkook was the epitome of beauty, with every aspect of him eliciting a sense of wonder and admiration.
With a shy smile, Jungkook met Taehyung's gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through him at the endearment. Taehyung pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before stepping back, his attention turning to the stove, where a dish was simmering.
"Seems like something yummy," Jungkook remarked, a smile playing on his lips as the aroma reached his nose.
He wiped his lips delicately with his fingers, a fond memory surfacing of how Taehyung had become uncontrollably enamoured with him just from the simple act of talking. It was moments like these, filled with love and tenderness, that made their relationship so special.
Jungkook approached Taehyung with eager anticipation, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of the pan sizzling with delicious aromas. "It looks amazing," he remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I hope you'll like it," Taehyung replied, his own smile mirroring Jungkook's excitement. He had spent months analysing Jungkook's taste preferences, carefully noting his favourite flavours and ingredients. Today marked the first time Taehyung had prepared a meal specifically for Jungkook, and he was determined to make it perfect.
