Wildest Dreams | Taekook

Chapter- 33

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Hands over his eyes, turning to his side, then onto his belly—nothing, absolutely nothing helped Taehyung escape the annoying sunlight cutting straight through the canopy and stabbing his face like nature had a personal grudge. He let out a rough grunt of protest, nose scrunching in irritation.

But then, suddenly, his ears picked up the soft rush of a waterfall somewhere nearby—the sound of birds singing lightly in the distance, wind fluttering gently through leaves.

He blinked his eyes open.

A vast blue sky greeted him directly, no ceiling, no tent—just wide openness and clean air. Confusion clouded him for a moment until he turned his head to the side…

And his breath caught.

There, a little distance away, leaned against the wide trunk of a tree—stood Jungkook.

He wasn’t facing him. Just staring ahead, silently watching the world wake up. But that wasn’t what stilled Taehyung’s breath.

It was the fact that Jungkook was wearing his shirt—a deep green one with subtle stripes, loose enough to fall just below the curve of his ass, yet tight enough to hint at everything beneath.

Because everything beneath was still on display.

The shirt was barely buttoned, and underneath it, Taehyung could see the unmistakable line of dark underwear hugging the curve of Jungkook’s hips. The sunlight fell in golden streams, illuminating his figure like a portrait painted by the gods.

And for the first time, Taehyung really looked at him.

Not just a glance. Not just an appreciation in passing.

But looked.

Jungkook’s body was… devastating.

That was the word. Not just mind-blowing, not just hot—devastatingly beautiful.

Sculpted yet fluid. His shoulders weren’t very wide and bulky, but they carried quiet strength. His waist tapered into a graceful curve, almost sinful in its smooth S-shape. Long, toned legs anchored him in place, and his soft black hair fell just past the nape of his neck, tousled by sleep and wind.

He was delicate in the most unapologetically masculine way. Ethereal, but real. Like temptation wrapped in skin.

Taehyung didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too loudly. Just stared.

And in that stillness, he realized something—

He’d seen Jungkook angry. Sarcastic. Defensive. Tender. Breaking.

But he’d never seen him like this.

Unaware. Unshielded. Beautiful in a way he didn’t try to be.

And Taehyung? He wasn’t ready for it.

He was still reeling from last night—and now, faced with this, with him, all he could do was lie there and let the awe swallow him whole.

Taehyung got up slowly, brushing off the stiffness in his limbs. He didn’t want to interrupt the moment Jungkook was having—didn’t want to taint whatever quiet peace that seemed to surround the boy like morning mist.

But damn it! he couldn’t stay still either.
Not after seeing him like that.
Not after feeling something burn through his chest like it wanted out.

He walked barefoot over the soft grass, the air still crisp from dawn, and leaned one arm against the tree. Close. So close that he could hear Jungkook’s slow, steady breathing. He knew Jungkook was aware—there was no way he didn’t sense him there.