Loving The Wrong Man (SD) ➸ Taekook ✓

- Twenty-second -

When Jungkook opened his eyes the next morning, he was surprised to find himself in Taehyung's strong arms. Taehyung was embracing him tightly, both hands gripping his hips. Jungkook's face was buried in his chest, and he had to admit that it felt really good. But the question he was asking himself was: why? He couldn't really remember what had happened the day before, so he didn't know what he was doing there with Taehyung. After all, didn't he have finished the evening with his mother? So why was he in his own bed?

As he drowned in his confusion, he felt the thirty-year-old move, his grip on his hips tightening, and soon Taehyung's deep voice broke the silence of the room.

"Are you awake yet, kitten? Is everything fine, you don't have too much of a headache?"

Jungkook immediately looked up at him, the events of the previous day gradually starting to come back to him. And his cheeks turned red. How could he have spoken to him like that? How could he have said all those horrible things to him? He was so ashamed! But above all, seeing that Taehyung was still so kind, even after all that, broke his heart. Tears began to well up in his eyes as the thirty-year-old looked at him in panic.

"Kitten, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked.

"S-Sorry..." cried the teenager. "I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't mean to... P-Pardon me... I've been really mean..."

Taehyung's face softened, and he placed a kiss on the boy's forehead.

"Stop it, kitten, it's all right... I know you were hurt and scared, but it's all sorted now..."

"But because of me, you argued with my mother..."

Taehyung chuckled.

"Seriously, kitten? Is that really what's bothering you? You really do have a strange sense of priorities..."

Seeing that the man was making fun of him, Jungkook pouted, under Taehyung's amused gaze.

"Don't make fun of me."

"Sorry, sorry..." he apologised, laughing.

Jungkook wanted to hit him to make him stop, but Taehyung was quicker and pressed him against him, engulfing him in his arms again.

"Stop it, I haven't a lot of time before I have to go to work, and I want to spend it cuddling you..." The man sighed.

Jungkook blushed when he heard him, but gave in anyway. He loved it when Taehyung took him in his arms, feeling the man's warmth spread over him, his masculine scent invading his nostrils. He felt good, he felt safe. He felt at home. And it was by far the best feeling he'd ever had.

He felt Taehyung's face pressed into his neck, and the deep breath he heard told him that he too was revelling in his scent. And indeed, Jungkook's baby scent was Taehyung's favourite. Nothing could match it, it worked like a drug on him. He could never get enough of it. When the sweet scent was no longer enough, he began to place little kisses on his milky skin. It was immaculate, like an unused canvas just waiting to be painted. Taehyung couldn't resist it.

He sucked on Jungkook's white skin, leaving a trail of purple hickeys. He thought he'd only left one or two, but the teenager's muffled moans were driving him mad, exciting him to no end. He coloured almost the entire back of his neck. When he straightened up to look at his masterpiece, a small smile played on his lips as he saw the state he had plunged Jungkook into: the boy was breathing hard, his eyes blurred and his cheeks flushed. His member had even started to harden. It was divine.

"You're really beautiful, baby..."

Jungkook bit his lip in response, which continued to excite Taehyung. He really was on the verge of losing control.

"Ah... if I could, I'd fuck you right here and now..." sighed the man.

Jungkook pouted, realising that Taehyung wasn't going to give him what he was desperate to have.

"Why can't you...?" Jungkook asked in a small voice.

"You know very well, kitten... I've got to go to work, and you've got school..."

He stroked his cheek tenderly, and bent down to capture his lips.

"Get up, my sweet little baby..."

***

When Hoseok came into Taehyung's office with a pile of documents in his hand, he was surprised to see the broad smile plastered on his friend's face. Taehyung wasn't naturally very expressive, and even less so at work. So to say this was a surprise was an understatement. The tall brown-haired man placed the documents on a corner of the desk and dropped back onto the sofa.

"So, are you going to tell me what makes you so happy?" Hoseok asked.

Taehyung bit his lip. In fact, he hadn't told his friend the whole story about Jungkook. He'd told him about the night at the club, that he'd made love with a young man, but he hadn't gone any further. He was well aware that what he was doing was clearly... immoral. But frankly, he had fought as hard as he could. He was simply unable to resist the teenager.

"It's a bit... complicated."

Hoseok arched an eyebrow.

"How complicated? So complicated that you can't tell your best friend?"

Taehyung sighed.

"You won't judge me, promise?"

"Of course I will not! Why are you suddenly doubting me?"

"Okay, okay, I get it..."

He confessed everything, to the stunned look on his friend's face. But there was a good reason to be surprised.

"Oh, you have no idea, Hobi, he's so cute... I feel like pampering him all the time..."

"Wow, to see you so whipped for someone, that's new... and weird! I didn't think I'd ever see that in my life!" Hoseok laughed.

Taehyung gave him an accusatory look, and the brown-haired man raised his arms in the air, giving up.

"Okay, I'll stop making fun of you... All joking aside, are you really going to continue this relationship?"

Taehyung's face became more serious.

"You know, I'm beginning to understand Jungkook, and I realise that this boy has never received any love in his life, at least not from his mother. He needs affection more than anyone, and I've got a lot to give to him.

"And Soyoon? Shouldn't you be giving it to her?"

"Honestly? Every time I try to be nice to her, all I get is a wall of indifference. And as soon as I stop giving her that affection, she throws a tantrum. She's like a spoilt brat, and I don't have enough free time to get into trouble with her. Between a woman who throws tantrum after tantrum and a boy who's ready to receive love and give it in return, the choice is quickly made."

"Oh, from that point of view for sure..."

Taehyung frowned.

"And why are your defending her, you can't stand Soyoon." remarked the thirty-year-old.

"But I'm not the one who married her!"

Taehyung brought his fingernail to his lips and started biting it.

"And I'm wondering whether it was really a good idea..."