Wildest Dreams | Taekook

Chapter- 35

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Taehyung sighed...

It was the kind of sigh that comes when the chest is too full to contain what it’s holding. He looked at Jungkook—truly looked—and saw it. The seriousness in his gaze. The weight in his words. There was no teasing laced in them now. No playfulness to soften the truth behind them.

He pushed Jungkook off his lap, not roughly, but enough. Enough to place a wall where closeness had been. Jungkook’s body fell away from his, and for a second, Taehyung hated how cold his skin felt without that warmth.

“Know your limits, Jungkook,” he said quietly, the words almost a whisper but firm. The kind that tasted like control but felt like self-defense..

He turned his back to the boy, grabbing the pants he had tossed nearby, slipping them on in silence.

But silence wasn’t safe anymore.

Behind him, Jungkook’s world was crashing in slow motion. One word. Limits.. Like a thread pulled too hard, it snapped something inside him. His chest clenched. His stomach turned. His throat felt too tight to speak, but he did anyway.

“Limits?” he echoed, voice unrecognizable even to himself. “When the fuck did we ever have those now?”

Taehyung’s hands stilled.

“When you had me against a tree? When you touched me like you owned me? When I was moaning your name like I’d die if you stopped?” Jungkook’s voice rose, each word trembling, each syllable dragging pain to the surface.

“You said I shouldn’t blame myself for wanting you,” he continued, eyes wide, wild. “And now you’re the one putting up walls? Telling me I crossed some fucking line?!”

Taehyung didn’t move.

He didn’t get the chance to...

Because before he could turn—Jungkook was already in front of him. Hands on his shoulders, spinning him around with a force Taehyung didn’t see coming. His back hit the tree, bark pressing into his spine. Jungkook was right there—chest heaving, eyes locked on his, furious and wounded and burning.

“I let you into places I never even dared to go alone,” Jungkook seethed. “I let you see me. Touch me. Break me. I handed you control over a body I’ve spent my whole life fighting just to understand.”

His hand came up fingers curled around Taehyung’s throat..

“And now you’re talking about limits?”

Taehyung stood still, staring at him like he’d never seen him before.

“You think I’m fucking easy? You think this was just the heat of the moment shit to me?” Jungkook’s voice cracked. His other hand clenched into a fist. “If I give you me, I expect something back. You don’t get to fuck me and then walk off like this doesn’t mean anything. If you want this?want me?then fucking say it. Or don’t touch me again.”

He shoved Taehyung once firm, final and took a step back, breathing hard. He grabbed the shirt he’d discarded, pulling it over himself with shaky fingers, his back turned now.

Taehyung rubbed at the skin where Jungkook’s hand had been. It burned.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. “Where the hell is this even coming from? What's with this race bullshit again? What’s that got to do with us?!”

“You know why,” Jungkook snapped without turning. “You know damn well why.”

“No, I don’t! I can’t leave racing!!” Taehyung’s voice cracked open now, too, frustration rising like smoke. “You knew that from the start. Don’t act like this is new.”