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An alarm blares. The first notes of "Falling" echo in the air. Jungkook groans, hiding his face under the blanket, shying away from the sun rays piercing through the window. He doesn't want to get up. He wants to stay in bed, wants to remain in the dream he was having before Harry Styles crushed it, wants to go back and be with him, with Taehyung.
Blindly, Jungkook grabs his phone and turns off the alarm. He sighs. Yes, he had another dream about his roommate, his hot roommate. He feels almost guilty about it. But he can't help it, can't help that pull he feels towards the other, that need, that want. He tried to resist, to forget about it, however, the more time passes, the more he falls for the other. And it's killing him. It's killing him because there's no way Taehyung would want to be with a mere werewolf like him. No way.
Jungkook can hear his wolf whine, wanting to be close to Taehyung, to scent him, to mark him, to claim him. It's like that everytime Jungkook dreams of his roommate. The aftermath. Having his wolf feeling sad and lonelier than usual. Honestly, it makes his heart ache. He, too, yearns for Taehyung, but his wolf has it even more bad than him.
"I know," he whispers, "I want him too."
Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to not think about Taehyung. However, he fails. It's like his roommate is everywhere. In his mind, in his heart. He can't escape him, can't escape his feelings for him. It's been six months already and yet, he didn't act on it, too afraid to lose the best thing that has ever happened to him. He doesn't want to let go of Taehyung, to not have him in his life anymore. He doesn't want to. That's why he didn't say anything when he realized that he was falling for Taehyung. Because he's a coward.
Jungkook opens his eyelids and takes a look at his phone, going through his socials and mails for a bit, effectively distracting himself from his thoughts. That is, until he stumbles upon a tweet from Taehyung, or to be exact, a selca of him. His heart flutters at the sight. Even though he sees Taehyung everyday, the impact he has on Jungkook never diminishes. He simply takes his breath away. Every single time. That's how gone Jungkook is for Taehyung, how unapologetically whipped he is.
Jungkook looks at the selca for a few more seconds before locking his phone and putting it aside. He goes out of bed, running a hand through his unkempt hair. Yawning, he makes his way to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He brushes his teeth lazily, his mind still focused on Taehyung's selca, on how beautiful he looks. And Jungkook can't keep thinking about it, about that man who stole his heart without even trying. He makes it so hard for Jungkook, so so hard.
Peeling his boxers off, Jungkook goes into the shower. Under the running water, he lets his thoughts wander, wander to Taehyung. It's another one of these mornings where he wishes he wasn't alone in the shower, wishes another body was against his. He closes his eyes, picturing Taehyung behind his eyelids. Beautiful, beautiful Taehyung. Jungkook doesn't remember exactly when he started falling for the other man, he just knows that he did, hard and fast. It's not something that could have been prevented, something that he wished never happened. Even if he's sometimes tormented by his feelings, he wouldn't want to not feel what he feels for Taehyung. Because it's magic. And it's his first time feeling this way about someone else, his first time being totally consumed by love. No, he wouldn't want it any other way.
Sighing, Jungkook feels his body react to the thought of Taehyung, he feels himself swell and getting hard. It's so easy for him to get turned on by Taehyung. He's just so gorgeous, so perfect. With his blonde hair, his big brown eyes, his pillowy-like lips, and his curves. Damn, his curves. How can Jungkook not be attracted to him? Just, how? Taehyung is everything a guy can dream about, soft and warm, sexy and witty. He's everything and more. And Jungkook? He's a weak man. A weak, weak man.
Biting at his bottom lip, Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock and squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. He moans quietly, imagining Taehyung's long, slender fingers fisting him instead of his own. It's instantly so much more intense, fire burning in the pit of his stomach, licking under his skin. Jungkook throws his head back when he starts to glide his hand up and down his shaft, feeling it throb at every swift move. He thinks about Taehyung, about a naked Taehyung, here with him, under the hot water. He thinks about kissing him, about licking his way into his mouth, about mapping it with his tongue. He thinks about Taehyung on his knees, his deliciously pink lips stretched wide around Jungkook's cock, swallowing him down his throat. He thinks about fucking Taehyung's face, about coming all over it. And it's so good.
Jungkook plays with the tip of his shaft, smearing precum all over it, thumbing at the slit. He has to bite back his groans, his grunts, as he pleasures himself. He's used to it. Used to jerk off in the shower thinking about his roommate. And he maybe should feel guilty about it, but he can't. He just can't because it feels right. It feels right when they're just the two of them, when they're together, even if only in his dreams. There's this tension between them, like an electric current that bounds them, a string of fate. If the fairytales were true, Jungkook would have thought they were fated mates. Because the pull towards Taehyung is so strong, so undeniable. He can't fight it, he doesn't want to fight it. On the contrary, he embraces it, with all his might.
Taehyung clouds Jungkook's mind. He's all Jungkook can see, all he can feel, as he speeds up the movements of his hand, chasing his high. There's only Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. It's pure bliss. Imagining the other man with him, intimately, is so good it hurts. It hurts because Jungkook can't have it. He can't have Taehyung. He feels his wolf whine at the thought. He can feel his pain, the same pain he shares. He dismisses the feeling, focusing on his fantasy instead. A fantasy where Taehyung is here, where he doesn't leave after finding out that Jungkook is a werewolf, after finding out that he's in love with him. It's better. Everything is better in Jungkook's dreams. And so, he lets himself slip once again, in a world where his love is not one-sided, in a world where he can hold Taehyung close to him, where he can kiss him, where he can ravage him...
Jungkook lets out a quiet moan as he strokes himself harder, faster. He can almost feel Taehyung's lips on his, can almost feel Taehyung's hands tracing the lines of his body, can almost feel Taehyung's breath tickling at his heated skin. Almost. But it's enough. For now, it's enough because it's all he can have. And he knows it. He knows that nothing will change if he doesn't make a move, if he doesn't speak to Taehyung, if he doesn't tell him the truth. To be honest, he's scared shitless. Jungkook sighs. He can't keep going on like this. He just can't. He's not a teenager with a silly crush anymore. He can't keep on jerking off to the thought of his roommate every other day, it's insane. Insane.
Jungkook puts a hand on the tiled wall in front of him as he feels himself tethering to the edge. He's so close, so so close... He keeps thinking about Taehyung, about all the things he'd do to him, with him, about all the ways he'd find to claim him, with his hands, with his mouth. Sexy. It would be hot and sexy, just like Taehyung. His wolf howls and scratches at his skin, wanting to get out, to go and get Taehyung, to bring him back with him. Jungkook clenches his jaw, his muscles tensing as he fights his own instincts. He can't let his wolf out, can't let him do what he wants. It would be careless, and stupid. Even though Jungkook wants it too. Oh, how he wants Taehyung, with all he has, with all he is. It's time, he thinks. It's time to let him know.
With one last flick of his wrist, Jungkook comes, white points flashing behind his closed eyelids. He has to bite down on his bottom lip to not let out Taehyung's name as he reaches his orgasm. He doesn't think the other would hear him, but still. When he opens his eyes, there's fire dancing in his orbs. His decision is made. He's gonna tell Taehyung everything and see where that leads them. He's ready to take the risk, to take that leap of faith. Yeah, he's ready.
Jungkook goes out of the shower a few minutes later. He dries himself with a towel before dressing up with a pair of ripped dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his upper body like a second skin. Simple, but effective. Jungkook knows he looks good like this, knows the effect he has on people. He's attractive. He also knows for a fact that Taehyung finds him hot, because he heard him confess that to his best friend one day on the phone. So, here's that. He looks at himself in the mirror, looks at his reflection and deems himself ready to face Taehyung.
When Jungkook arrives in the kitchen, he smells Taehyung before he sees him. Vanilla and strawberry. So sweet. Jungkook inhales deeply, wanting to bask in this scent forever, to mix it with his own... His wolf lets out another whine, wanting to scent Taehyung, right here, right now. It takes everything in Jungkook for him not to follow his instincts. He takes a step forward and goes to stand beside Taehyung at the kitchen island, resisting the urge to just wrap his arms around the other's middle.
"Hey," he says in a raspy voice.
"Hey!" is the bright response that he's met with immediately, "I made some coffee for you, if you want."
"Thanks."
Jungkook leans in and pecks Taehyung's temple. It lasts only a second or two, but he coughs when he realizes what he's done. He wants to apologize, but at the same time, not at all. So, he doesn't. He doesn't because he wanted to do it, and so much more. He wanted to capture Taehyung's lips with his, to cage him in his embrace against the counter, to let his hands roam under his shirt. He wanted to do so many things... Instead, he goes to take a mug of coffee in an awkward silence and starts to drink it right there, facing Taehyung's back. He could smell him and read the situation better, however he doesn't. He tries his best to not use his werewolf's abilities on Taehyung. It feels... wrong, in a way. It would make everything easier for Jungkook though. He would know if the other man liked that little kiss, if he, too, wanted more. He would know if Taehyung felt any tinge of desire for him, if he, too, wanted him. Yeah, it would make everything easier.
The silence soon becomes too much for Jungkook. It's so unlike them to keep quiet. Taehyung is always chatting, he always has a story to tell, something to talk about. He's never that reserved and it unnerves Jungkook.
"I'm gonna be home late tonight."
"Why?"
"We're starting to rehearse for our concert today."
"Oh. So no movie night?" Taehyung asks, disappointment clear in his voice, Jungkook can almost see him pout, even from behind.
It's a Friday. And every Friday is movie night for Taehyung and Jungkook since the older moved in. They didn't miss any. And it's not gonna start today if Jungkook can help it. Because he likes those Friday nights more than anything. He likes the way Taehyung curls up onto him on the couch, under the blanket they share. He likes feeling the older's warmth against him. He likes holding him in his arms, just having him close. And he won't, ever, give up on movie nights, give up on Taehyung.
"I won't miss our movie night, it might just be delayed by an hour or two, if that's okay with you."
"I'll wait for you then," Taehyung says with a smile as he turns around and faces Jungkook.
That damn smile. It makes butterflies swarm in his stomach, it makes his heart miss a beat or two. Jungkook feels flustered, the tips of his ears reddening as he takes in the beauty that is Kim Taehyung. Oh, how he wants to thread his fingers through the elder's hair, how he wants to bite on his plush lips, how he wants to wrap him up in his arms and never let go.
"But that means I get to choose the movie this time."
Jungkook almost groans, because he knows that he's in for a romcom, again. And he's not that much of a romantic if he's honest with himself.
"Come on, you'll like it!"
And Jungkook is just a weak man, okay? He doesn't have it in him to deny anything that Taehyung wants. It's just how whipped he is. Anything to keep that smile on the other's face. Anything.
"Alright. Alright, I'll let you choose the movie."
"Yeah!"
And it's so cute, how Taehyung does a little victory dance. And it's so endearing that Jungkook can't help the big smile that splits his face in two. He feels happy, so incredibly happy, because of something so small, so small it's almost ridiculous the impact it has on him. But that's just the Kim Taehyung's effect. That's just how he has Jungkook enraptured, completely, desperately entranced. That's just the way Jungkook likes it.
And then it happens in the blink of an eye, too fast for Jungkook to react. Taehyung launches himself onto him, his hands wrapping around Jungkook's neck as he whispers: "You're the best."
Jungkook has just enough time to put his mug on the counter before Taehyung is there, close to him, so close to him. He hears his wolf howl in happiness inside him, can feel his chest tightening again. Without thinking, Jungkook just acts. He lifts his arms and places them around Taehyung's waist, holding him gently. He lets his head fall, his face finding a home where Taehyung's neck meets his shoulder. His pulse point is so close, his scent glands too. And the urge to scent him is so strong, overwhelming. Jungkook can feel his teeth elongating, wanting to bite, to claim. He doesn't fight his instincts, for once, he lets his wolf take the lead. And so, tenderly, Jungkook rubs his nose on the expanse of Taehyung's neck, he scents him, lets traces of him on the elder's skin, lets his mark, even if it's a faint one, it's here, it's here and it's telling to every other werewolf out there to back off, it's telling them that Taehyung belongs to Jungkook, and no one else. He subtly kisses Taehyung's pulse point before moving his head away. He's met with a pair of hooded eyes, with a parted mouth and a quickened heartbeat. Is it a good reaction or not? Jungkook doesn't know. But he supposes, since Taehyung is still hugging him, that it's not that bad.
"I must... I must get going now, or I'll be late," Taehyung says, albeit reluctantly.
"Okay."
"Okay."
Slowly, Taehyung detaches himself from Jungkook and Jungkook instantly misses his warmth, misses his body against his, misses the intimacy of the moment they shared. Because it was a moment. And it's gone too fast.
Taehyung puts his cup of half-drinked orange juice in the sink before leaving the kitchen to go grab his satchel. He turns back on his heels to go stand in front of Jungkook. There's a beat of silence, two, three, before he leans in and kisses Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook is too stunned to move, too stunned to speak. He stays there, frozen on the spot, as Taehyung giggles before waving at him with a "See you tonight!", and then, he's out the door and Jungkook releases the breath he didn't know he was holding. What the fuck just happened?
⌘
As he drives to the studio, Jungkook tries not to think about what happened earlier. But he can't help it. Can't help that warm feeling that spreads through his chest every time he's reminded of what occured between him and Taehyung. The hug, the kisses, the... scenting. Argh! What does it mean? Does it mean that Taehyung likes him too? No, he was just in a good mood and he's always been touchy but... not to this extent. It has to mean something. It has to. However, Jungkook doesn't want to be delusional, nor get his hopes up. He then decides to stop trying to find a reasonable explanation for what happened. It happened, and that's it. It doesn't mean anything. His heart -and his wolf- disagree, but his human side, the human side that listens to his brain and his brain only, is the one in control for now.
Jungkook tries to focus on the road, on the cars on either side of his, on the flashing lights, on the buildings he's passing by. He's always loved the bustling city, even more when it's raining like today. The sound of the raindrops hitting his windshield is calming, it's like a song, a song he likes to listen to, a song that brings him peace. He focuses on that, on the lines formed by the droplets of water on the glass, on the movements of his wipers, it's hypnotic. He could look at the rain for hours, it inspires him too. He likes that weather, likes the thought of coming home to bury himself under a blanket with a hot chocolate... and Taehyung. Everything comes back to Taehyung. Jungkook sighs. He knows that the other man won't leave his mind all day, just like he won't ever leave his heart.
At a red light, Jungkook watches the people passing by. He spots a couple, hand in hand under a shared umbrella. They're smiling and they seem so happy to be together. Jungkook wants that. He wants that with Taehyung. Walking together under the rain, hand in hand, kissing under the rain, lips on lips. He wants to be one with him, to claim and be claimed. It's an odd thought for an Alpha, he knows that, but he'd proudly wear Taehyung's mark on his neck if that was possible. He wants to own and be owned. He wants to belong. And he knows, deep down, that he belongs to Taehyung just like how Taehyung belongs to him. He knows.
When Jungkook arrives at the studio, all the others are already there. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jin. All his hyungs, his best friends, are gathered around papers scattered on the floor. He supposes that it's their setlist they're working on putting together. Without saying anything, he just plops down between Jin and Yoongi, and waits till one of them speaks up. It doesn't take long.
"You're late, little one" Yonngi says, no hint of annoyance in his deep voice though.
"Sorry, I just..."
"Is it because of Taehyung?" Jimin asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"The fuck. How did you...?"
"Knew it," Jimin states sassily.
"It's nothing."
"If it's nothing, then why are your ears so red?" Namjoon questions.
Jungkook lifts his hands to hide his ears, but it's too late. He sighs. He didn't mean to tell his hyungs about what happened between Taehyung and him earlier that day because it's nothing, really. It happens all the time, yeah. It's not out of the ordinary, not at all. Who is he trying to convince?
"We... um... He... And I..." Jungkook takes a deep breath before blurting in one go: "I kissed his temple, we hugged, I scented him and he kissed my cheek."
"Wow. Wait a minute. You scented him?" Hoseok points out.
"Yeah," Jungkook answers, scratching his neck, "He was hugging me and he was so close and his neck looked so... inviting, I couldn't stop myself."
"Jungkook," Namjoon only says his name but Jungkook can feel the warning in his tone.
"I know, I messed up."
"It's okay, kid," Yoongi reassures him, "As long as it doesn't happen again."
But I want it to happen again, Jungkook nearly replies before shutting himself up. He so desperately wants to hold Taehyung again, to scent him again, to let everyone know that he's taken. So desperately.
"Would it be so bad?" Jungkook asks in a little voice.
"Of course not, if Taehyung knew that you are a werewolf and why you scented him," Jin replies.
Jungkook runs a hand on his face, through his hair. It all comes back to that, right? Taehyung knowing that he's a werewolf, that he's not human like him, that they're different. It all comes back to telling the truth to him and facing the consequences of his lie.
"I want to tell him. That I'm a werewolf and that I... like him."
A stunned silence is what follows his statement. He can see his hyung's mouths agape, can see the bewilderment in their eyes and something else that he can't really decipher.
"I think it's time. I trust him and I-"
"It's your choice, Kook," Namjoon cuts him off, "We trust you to make the right one."
Jungkook smiles at him, chest feeling lighter. Having the approval of their leader, of their alpha, is huge for him. Jin pats him on the back and sends him a little smile before winking at him.
"You're growing up so fast," Jimin fake cries.
"Oh, shut up, hyung!"
"He called me hyung," Jimin sobs and Jungkook just shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I can't believe that the pining is over," Hoseok dramatically sighs before giving twenty bucks to Yoongi.
"What the hell? You bet on me?"
"Yes. And I won," Yoongi proudly states, "Good job, little one."
Jungkook can't even be mad at his hyungs, he loves them too much for that. Plus, they've always been supportive of his crush on Taehyung. Yes, they teased him for it more often than not, but not even once did they say anything about the fact that he wasn't a werewolf like them, or that he was a man. They simply accepted the fact that Jungkook was in love with him. And he couldn't be more grateful to them, to his family.
"How are you gonna do it?" Jin asks.
"Do what?"
"Confess, dumbass," Jimin supplies.
"Oh, I... I haven't thought of that yet."
"Make it romantic, my dude," Hoseok says, "It has to be memorable, for the both of you."
"Can't I just... say it, I don't know? I'm not good at all that romantic stuff."
"Just do it the way you feel like doing it, it'll be perfect either way," Namjoon states.
"Like the way you did it?" Jin teases his mate.
"Oh, it was... it wasn't that bad, was it?" Namjoon questions, his cheeks suddenly taking a shade of red.
"No. You left me freezing on the street while you were searching for your words to confess, but it wasn't that bad. I just caught a cold because of you and that damn pouring rain."
"I'm sorry, love."
Jungkook looks at his hyungs, at the love that shines in their eyes and he knows that that's exactly what he wants with Taehyung. That connection, that bound. He can only hope that Taehyung will want it too. They're friends, but can they be more? Jungkook wants to believe it, wants to believe that they have a chance, that they can be together, always and forever.
"Taehyung will love whatever you do, Kook. He's so whipped for you," Jimin says.
"He's not whipped," Jungkook mumbles.
"Oh, trust me, he is," his hyung states, "You don't see all that he sends me through texts, makes me want to puke sometimes."
"Now you're just dramatic."
"He is whipped, totally gone for you, so do not fear how he will react because he won't reject your ass."
"How are you so sure about that?"
His hyung only smiles at him cheekily without saying anything else and Jungkook just sighs.
"Don't get into your head, Kook, just follow your heart," Hoseok advises.
"I will. Yeah, I will."
His heart knows the way, and it leads to Taehyung. He has to trust it, to trust Jimin, and not be afraid. He won't lose Taehyung, he won't let that happen, he can't let that happen, can't let his heart be broken. His wolf wouldn't survive. He's already so attached to Taehyung, considering him as his mate, as his other half and if he can't have him... Jungkook doesn't want to think about that. Not right now. Not ever.
"So... He kissed your cheek, huh?" Yoongi teases.
Jungkook turns as red as a tomato and all his hyungs start laughing around him. He groans, hiding his face in his hands. What did he say about loving them? Yeah, he retracts his statement.
"Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on a tree, kissing-" Jimin sings.
"Stop!" he cries out.
There's laughter again and everything feels so warm, so... bright. For better or for worse, Jungkook is part of this pack, the Bangtan pack, and he wouldn't have it any other way. With his members, he found brothers, he found a family when he didn't have any, he, the orphan boy. He found what he needed the most, love and acceptance.
"Let the kid breathe," Namjoon intervenes.
And, just like that, the teasing ceases. They get back to work, choosing the songs that will be on the setlist for the concert they will hold on Saturday night. Jungkook's excited. It's been a while since they last performed because of the pandemic, and he can't wait to be on stage again, to see their fans face to face again. It will be overwhelming, he knows that, knows that he will probably cry. But he doesn't care. The emotions he feels when he's on stage, in front of thousands of people, are what he lives for. He wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
It takes them around an hour or so to select the fifteen songs that they will play. Once it's done, everyone takes their place behind their instruments and they start rehearsing. Jungkook gets lost in the music, in the sounds emitted by his drums. He gets lost in the feelings arising at every note, at every word he sings. And it's magical, like every time. And each hit of his sticks on the drums fuels him, fuels his passion even more. There's nothing left but the music, only the music, his first love, his lifeline, his reason why. For a long time, Jungkook thought that he only needed music to survive, and then, he met Taehyung. Taehyung with his big brown eyes, his blond locks, his boxy smile, his cute moles and his sweet, sweet heart. Now he knows that he needs Taehyung, not to survive, but to live.
As the songs go on, as the feelings flood Jungkook, he can't help but to think about Taehyung, about all that he wants to say to him. He still doesn't know how he'll do it, which words he'll use, but there's no turning back now. He has to stop hiding the truth about who he really is, about how he really feels. He has to.
They've been rehearsing for about two hours when Jungkook starts to feel them, hot waves that crash down on him, one after another. He feels droplets of sweat dripping down his spine, he feels his muscles aching, he feels his eyes stinging, he feels his head spinning. Jungkook tries to focus on playing, to ease the pain away. But it's there, clawing at him. He breathes, in and out, in and out, his wolf curling on himself from the pain he's feeling too. His mind is suddenly foggy, his head feels like it's wrapped in cotton. He feels so... out of it. The whines of his wolf are loud in his ears, louder than the music that bounces against the studio's walls. There's something wrong and he doesn't know what. However, he keeps on playing his drums, keeps on trying to stay in tune with the others. It's hard because all he wants to do right now is go home and be with Taehyung. Taehyung... At the mere thought of the other man, Jungkook's wolf lets out a broken wail, a plea. His wolf wants Taehyung, needs him, badly.
When Namjoon announces that they're taking a break to eat their lunch, Jungkook sighs in relief. He chugs down a bottle of water before standing up and going to sit on the floor next to his hyungs. He's not even completely seated when he hears Hoseok asks: "Kook, are you okay?". He turns to his hyung and nods wordlessly. Not a second later, it's Jimin's turn to say: "You look pale." He doesn't know what to reply to that, so he just goes with an "I'm fine," even he feels anything but fine. He doesn't want to worry his hyungs, doesn't want to be a burden to anyone.
"You don't seem fine, kid," Yoongi lets out, concern laced in his voice.
"It's nothing, really."
"It's not nothing if you're not feeling good, Kook," Jin argues.
"I..."
Jungkook is not even sure of what's happening to him, of why he's suddenly feeling this longing inside him, of why his wolf is desperately calling for his mate. It has never happened before and he's lost. And he doesn't want to appear like a lost puppy in front of his hyungs.
"Kook, look at me."
At Namjoon's order, Jungkook's head snaps up. He looks at his alpha and he hears his hyungs gasp.
"Your eyes are red," Namjoon calmly states.
"Kook, when is your next rut supposed to happen?" Jin asks.
"In two months."
His rut? Why is Jin talking about his rut? It can't be it, can it? The pain he feels, the longing his wolf feels, it can't...
"So, you didn't take your suppressants," Jimin supposes.
"No. I forgot, with the making of the new album, the concert and everything, I didn't think of taking them, thought I had time and..."
"Shit," Hoseok exclaims.
"Something must have triggered him into his rut," Namjoon thinks aloud.
"Taehyung... I scented Taehyung and… Fuck."
"It's alright, Kook. It's gonna be alright," Jimin reassures him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
But will it be? Jungkook knows how bad it is to spend his rut alone, he's read about it. He knows just how much his wolf will scratch at his skin to be let out and call for Taehyung because he wants him as his rut partner, as his mate. He knows. And that scares him.
"What do I do?" he asks in a little voice, vulnerable.
"You go back home, pack some things for the two days your rut will last and then you go to our place in the forest. There, you'll be safe," Jin enunciates.
"I won't lie and say that it won't be hard to go through this rut alone, but I know you're strong enough to endure it," Namjoon says, his tone firm, not allowing any doubt to clog up Jungkook's mind.
"You sure?"
Namjoon nods and Jungkook believes him. He'll stay in the woods for the weekend, away from Taehyung, and it'll be for the best. He doesn't trust himself near the other man, doesn't trust that he'll be strong enough to resist the urge to just pounce on him and fuck him like his life depends on it. And it's not how he wants Taehyung to find out about him being a werewolf, about him being in love with him. So, he'll do what Jin said. Everything to not hurt Taehyung.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing, Kook?" Hoseok questions, "You did nothing wrong."
"I just... I don't know."
"You're fine, Kook," Jimin says, "It's just a rut, okay? Yes, it'll be painful, but you can make it through."
"Taehyung..."
"I'll let him know that you're out of town for the weekend. Don't worry, he'll understand."
Two days without seeing Taehyung, without smelling his sweet fruity scent, without being close to him... seems like torture to Jungkook. Even more because he knows that his body will crave the other's one, that he will long for him all throughout his rut. His wolf is already howling, calling out for Taehyung. He only wants Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung.
"My wolf wants him," Jungkook admits.
"Of course he does. You can't fight it. Not with how deep in love you are already," Namjoon states.
I want him too, Jungkook thinks. I want him so much it hurts.
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? Because you forgot your suppressants? Or because you're in love? I can't be mad because of that. I can never be mad because of that," Namjoon assures.
"Thank you."
They stay quiet for a little while after that. It's Hoseok who breaks the silence.
"So, the little one didn't deny that he was in love..."
And Jungkook's eyes go wide. He didn't even realize it, didn't even realize that he just went with Namjoon's words without saying anything. He's screwed.
"Okay, I love Taehyung. Yeah, I... I'm in love with him," he says, blushing.
"So cute," Jimin squeals in delight.
"Was about time you said it out loud," Yoongi says.
"Are you gonna mate him?" Jin asks.
"My wolf and I, we... we want to."
"Ah!!! I can't believe this is happening!" Jimin lets out rather dramatically.
"Nothing is happening... yet. I need to talk to him first. But I can't do it while I'm having my rut."
Jungkook is still conscious for now, but he knows that, soon, his instincts will overcome his senses, he will have to surrender to his wolf and what he wants. The immediate pleasure, the immediate relief that he can only find skin on skin, lips on lips. And he won't have that, and it will be hell, for the both of them.
Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend his rut with Taehyung. Just the thought of it has his head spinning. Having Taehyung with him, under him; being the one to make him feel good, to make him scream... Pure desire crashes over him like a tidal wave. Desire to be with Taehyung, to ravish him, to rail him, to devour him. And it's getting harder and harder to not let this desire consume him all. It's getting harder because the more he thinks about it, the more he yearns for Taehyung's touch, for Taehyung's lips on his, for Taehyung's breath on him. It would be so hot, so sexy, so lewd, so... everything that he's dreamed about so many nights before.
Jungkook's taken out of his thoughts by Jimin's voice.
"I'll drive you home."
"No, I can-"
"You can't," Namjoom cuts him off, "You're in pain. You need one of us with you."
"Okay."
Jimin stands up and Jungkook does too. They grab their things, say goodbye to their hyungs, a chorus of "Take care, Kook" echoes behind them, and then, they're out the door.
The elevator ride to the basement is silent, except for Jungkook's loud breathing as he tries to control himself when his nose is hit with all kinds of smells. He knows that only one smell will appease him though. Vanilla and strawberry. A mix that he's come to love over the past six months. Oh, how many times did he want to bury his nose in Taehyung's neck, to inhale deeply this heavenly scent and the one under, the one that is purely Taehyung. He held himself back, but he's aware that it won't last. He's on thin ice, and that ice is on the verge of breaking down under him any minute now because his rut makes all he's feeling more raw, more intense. And Jungkook doubts that he'll be able to contain his emotions, his wants, his needs much more.
They get in Jungkook's car, the older of the two driving. It's silent, again, until they're in the middle of the traffic. Then, Jimin speaks up.
"Are you really in love with Taehyung?"
"I am, madly, deeply in love with him."
"You won't hurt him?"
"Never!" he says, nostrils flaring at the mere implication.
"Then I think you should go for it."
"What?"
"You shouldn't wait. You should talk to him now, about being a werewolf, about your rut... It could help in straightening your feelings for each other."
"I don't think... Wait a minute. What do you mean by "for each other"?"
"It's not my place to tell..."
"Come on. You've said too much already."
"It's just a feeling..."
"A feeling about what?"
"That Taehyung might like you too."
"Yeah, as a friend," Jungkook sighs.
"No. As more than that."
"How do you know?"
"I don't know, I just... It's in the way he talks about you, the way he looks at you... It's just... Yeah, a feeling."
"You really think that he's into me?" Jungkook asks, uncertainty lacing his voice.
"Yes, I do," Jimin admits.
Could it be? Could Taehyung love him too? It seems too good to be true. But if it is... If it is, then Jungkook needs to do something, anything, to know if his feelings are reciprocated. Maybe Jimin is right, maybe he should talk to Taehyung about everything without waiting. Forget his rut, forget his fears, and just do it.
"I know you're afraid of hurting him because of your instincts being all over the place right now, but you won't. You're a strong alpha, and I believe that you can control your wolf."
"But Namjoon and Jin want me to-"
"Look," Jimin cuts him off, "I know what they said, I know why they made that decision, it's because they want you to be safe. But I believe that you're the most safe when you're with Taehyung."
"He's human, hyung, he won't... If I shift or if my wolf takes over, he won't be able to do anything."
"Your wolf thinks he is his mate. He won't hurt his mate, he'd rather hurt himself. And you're just like him. Trust me."
"I'm just... scared."
"Don't be. There's no reason for you to be scared. Everything is gonna be alright."
"But what if Taehyung rejects me? My wolf, he... he won't handle it well."
"Your human side is strong enough to shut down your wolf if that happens."
"You really think that I should do it, huh?"
"Yes. There's no reason for you not to. I think you waited long enough. And I think that you deserve happiness," Jimin says in a soft smile.
Silence falls over the car once again and Jungkook is left alone with his thoughts. Happiness... That's what he yearns for, that's what he knows he can find in Taehyung. There's no doubt in his mind, in his heart, that the older and him can be happy together. They already are as friends, but as more? It could be so much better. And it's worth taking a risk, right? At least, he'll know where to stand. If Taehyung likes him too, then Jungkook will be on cloud nine. If Taehyung doesn't... he'll have to accept it and find a way to move on from him, no matter how much it will hurt, how much it will break him.
Jungkook looks outside the window, looks at the top of the buildings surrounding him, looks at the clouds above, and he feels his heart beating fast. Is he afraid? Yes. Is he willing to try to overcome his fears for Taehyung? Yes. He will have to trust himself and his wolf, have to trust that being in rut won't make him act up. Like Jimin said, Jungkook is a strong alpha, he's been through a rut before. He knows that he still has a little time left before his instincts overpower him. Will it be enough time to tell Taehyung everything? He doesn't know. But he'll take the chance. It's all he has left.
It takes ten more minutes for them to reach the parking lot of Jungkook's apartment complex. And then Jimin parks the car, turns down the engine and looks at Jungkook.
"So, what are you gonna do? Talk to Taehyung or hide in the woods?"
"I'll talk to him. I have to."
Jimin pats his shoulder as he sends Jungkook a bright smile.
"You made the right decision."
"I hope so... I just... I don't want any of us to get hurt."
"Shit might happen. Just know that me and the hyungs will be there for you if you need us, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm gonna go now. But text me if you need me to come pick you up or anything."
"I will. Thank you, hyung."
"You're welcome, Kook."
Jimin moves over the console to hug him and Jungkook hugs him back, finding comfort and reassurance in his hyung's embrace. They stay like that for a few seconds, just enough to bask in the other's warmth, before letting go of each other.
"Good luck!" Jimin hollers as he gets out of the car.
Jungkook watches him go, heart stuttering in his chest. He's alone now, and without Jimin's calm presence, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He sighs, takes the keys out of the ignition, gets out of the car and locks it, before making his way to the elevators. His palms are clammy, his breath staggered, as he waits for an elevator to come down. Did he make the right decision? Did he choose to act like a fool? There are so many questions swirling in his head, so many that he doesn't know what to make of them. He's nervous, nervous because everything will change after today. Everything that he knows will not be the same. It's scary, to let go of something you learned to love. But let go, Jungkook has to.
A ding is heard, ringing loudly in the otherwise silent basement, and Jungkook looks up to see the elevator's doors opening in front of him. He climbs inside, still lost in his thoughts. A sharp pain shoots through his lower abdomen, and he grits his teeth to not growl. He's still in the early stage of his rut, but it hurts nonetheless, even if it's bearable for now. He knows that it won't last, that in a few hours, he will surrender to that pain. He will have no choice but to chase for relief, for a way to not burn.
The lift goes up to the thirteenth floor and Jungkook goes out as soon as the doors open, eager to be home, to be surrounded by Taehyung's smell even if the man himself will not be there. It will be enough for a while, for the pain to subside. It will have to be enough.
In under a minute, Jungkook is at his door, opening it wide and entering his apartment. Immediately, he inhales deeply, the faint scents of vanilla and strawberry invading his nose. It calms him down, calms down his raging heartbeat. Taehyung always has this effect on him, he grounds him, he feels like home, like safety.
Jungkook closes the door behind him and walks in the living room. He finds the blanket that Taehyung always uses when he curls up on the couch laying on it. Without giving it a second thought, he takes it in his hands and brings it to his nose. He smells it, searching for that fragrance that he loves so much and smiling when he finds it. He must look like a real creep right now, but he doesn't care. He needs this, he needs every little bit of Taehyung that he can have.
Jungkook plops down on the couch, putting the blanket on him, burying his nose in it. It smells so good, just like Taehyung. And oh, how he desperately wants Taehyung to be there with him right now, to be able to hold him tight and let his nose find its place in the crook of his neck, where his smell is the most prominent, just like he did this morning. His guts kick at the memory and his wolf whines, needy. He wants to scent Taehyung, to mark him, to own him. And Jungkook wants that too, he can't deny it, can't deny the attraction he feels towards the other man. It's too strong, too tangible for that.
Jungkook closes his eyes, images of Taehyung flooding his mind, his senses. He thinks of him smiling, of him laughing, of him giggling and it's beautiful. Taehyung is always beautiful. He's an otherworldly beauty that barged into Jungkook's life without a warning to turn it upside down six months ago. It feels like a lifetime, like he's known Taehyung since forever. They just... clicked like that, becoming friends in five minutes and a little something more after that. There's always been something more with Taehyung, something deeper than just friendship. He's been the one for Jungkook as soon as he laid his eyes on him. The fleeting sound of bells ringing in his head and he was gone.
Another sound disturbs his reminiscence, the sound of keys inserted in a lock. His eyes go wide as he realizes what's happening, and who is behind that door. Taehyung. Oh no. No no no no. Jungkook is not ready to face him, he's not... But it's too late. The door is opening, vanilla and strawberry wafting through the air and Jungkook has to hold back a growl as the scent hits his sensitive nose. It smells so good, so damn good, so damn Taehyung. Blanket forgotten on the couch, Jungkook just sits and stares as the elder walks in and gets rid of his satchel, coat and shoes. He hasn't seen Jungkook yet. And Jungkook? He can only look at him, his eyes glued on his lithe form, on his curves, on this body that he so desperately wants under his. He has to clutch at the couch, his knuckles turning white, to not just stand up and pounce on Taehyung. He breathes in and out, in and out, until his and his wolf's desires are tamed. He must be breathing too hard, because all of a sudden, Taehyung is turning around and locking eyes with him.
"Jungkook?" Taehyung asks, surprised, "What are you doing here so early? I thought you'd be at the studio until late."
"I... I..." Jungkook stutters.
"Are you okay?" Taehyung questions as he makes his way to the couch.
Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook, and instantly, the younger feels warmth seeping through him. His wolf whines contentedly, pleased by the proximity. Jungkook isn't though, he wants to be closer, so much closer.
"Jungkook?"
He closes his eyes in a futile attempt to get back to his senses. Not seeing Taehyung's beautiful hazel irises and wanting to dive in them, not seeing his lush lips and wanting to bite them, helps, a little. Just a little. It's so hard for Jungkook to not let his wolf take the lead and claim Taehyung right then and there. So hard. Harder than he thought.
"Hey. You don't seem fine," Taehyung says, lifting a hand to Jungkook's forehead.
"Don't worry," Jungkook says as he curls a hand around Taehyung's wrist to take his hand away, "I'm alright."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
It's a white lie. Jungkook doesn't want to scare Taehyung with the truth, doesn't want to put him off, not right now, it's too soon. Unconsciously, he links their hands together, intertwining their fingers. A wave of relief washes over him. Close. Skin on skin. He trembles.
"I... We need to... talk."
Jungkook can feel Taehyung tensing beside him and he hates it. He squeezes his hand, relieved when Taehyung squeezes back. Heaving a sigh, running a hand through his unruly mint hair, Jungkook thinks of how to word what he has to say.
I'm a werewolf, haha, surprise I guess?
You remember Twilight? Yeah, werewolves are real and I'm one of them. Hope you were team Jacob, hahaha.
Are you a furry? Because-
No. That's not it. That's not the way he should tell his human roommate that he is a werewolf. But, truly, is there a good way to do it? Damn, why isn't there a guide for that or a YouTube tutorial? It's so nerve-wracking and Jungkook is already all over the place. I can't do it, he thinks as he fiddles with his fingers. I can't do it. What if Taehyung freaks out? What if he starts to fear Jungkook? What if he doesn't want anything to do with him afterwards? What if...?
"Jungkook," Taehyung's voice cuts through his thoughts, deep and soothing, "Jungkook, look at me."
He does, he does because Taehyung's hand on his cheek lifts his head until their stares are locked. Taehyung's thumb caresses his cheekbone unconsciously and Jungkook can hear his wolf purr at the touch, his human side leaning on it, on this warm palm that cradles his face. He closes his eyes for a few fleeting seconds before opening them again. He's met with hazel irises full of concern, curiosity and something more that he can't quite decipher.
"Jungkook, why are you wearing red contacts?"
His eyes. Jungkook forgot about his eyes. Red. They're red because he's in rut, because his alpha is there, just under the surface, lurking. He blinks. And then, he blurts out: "They're not contacts."
Jungkook looks at Taehyung carefully and sees his eyebrows furrowing as he lets his hand fall from Jungkook's cheek. Instantly, the younger misses the touch, the warmth, the tenderness that came with it. He almost lets out a whine, almost reaches out for Taehyung's hand, but he holds himself back. He doesn't want to impose on Taehyung, doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. Not when he didn't even start with his confession.
"What do you mean, they're not contacts?"
"That's their natural colour when I'm... when my alpha takes over."
A beat of silence, two, three and then Taehyung breaks out into a boisterous laugh.
"You've read a/b/o fanfictions too much, Koo," Taehyung says once he's calmed down.
"No, I... It's real, Tae. I'm a werewolf."
"Yeah, and I'm the Prince of Korea."
Jungkook groans, angered but endeared by Taehyung's giggles.
"It's true though. I hid it from you because I was afraid that you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore after knowing, and I-" Jungkook says, nervously playing with Taehyung's rings.
"Wait!" Taehyung cuts him off, "You're serious?"
"I am," he says, defeated.
"And you thought that I'd let go of you just because of what you are?"
"Yeah..." Jungkook trails off.
"You're stupid," Taehyung deadpans, "You being a werewolf is honestly the coolest thing ever. So, what are you, a big bad alpha?"
Jungkook blinks, at a loss for words, then croaks a pitiful "Yeah".
Taehyung smiles, his big bright boxy smile and Jungkook feels relief wash through him. Taehyung is not mad. Taehyung is not afraid. And he's not freaking out like Jungkook thought he would. Taehyung is chill about it, calm, collected. How…? How can he be so understanding? Jungkook just confessed to him that he was a mythical creature and Taehyung thinks it's cool? That's… insane. But Jungkook doesn't question Taehyung's reaction, or lack of, he's too happy for that, too happy that the man he loves accepts him for who he is as a whole.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me from the start, I wouldn't have judged you or whatever."
"I wanted to know you more before sharing my deepest secret with you," Jungkook finds himself saying.
"Understandable. Plus, technically, you didn't lie, I never asked you if you were a werewolf."
"Who does that?" Jungkook snorts.
"The characters in the books I read."
"You're so weird, Tae."
"Says the puppy."
"I'm not a puppy!"
"Oh, really? How are you going to prove that to me?"
"I could let you see my wolf form..."
"Really?" Taehyung asks, excitement clear in his voice.
"Yes. But I can't do it right now," he winces.
"Why not?" Taehyung pouts.
"I'm... I'm..."
Okay. You can do it, Jungkook. It's just telling your roommate that you basically are in a horny phase where you want to fuck him into oblivion and can't let your wolf out or he might claim him on the spot. Haha. Easy peasy.
"I'm in rut, Tae."
"Rut? Like... This thing where you're kind of stuck into a lust induced haze and you want to fuck non-stop?"
Jungkook's mouth gapes as he listens to Taehyung speak. How does he know so much about...? Ah, yes, the fanfictions. Taehyung is so addicted to them, Jungkook had sometimes -read, a lot of times- made fun of him for it, but oh well, it seems to help his situation now since he doesn't have to explain everything to Taehyung and he won't complain about it.
"Yeah, that," he says, blushing.
"Do you have a partner?"
"What?" Jungkook asks, afraid to have heard the question right.
"Do you have a partner?" Taehyung questions, his tone almost... sad? Bitter?
"No," he replies truthfully, "I don't have a partner."
"Do you want one?"
"What... What do you mean by that?"
"Answer my question Jungkook."
I want you. I don't want anyone else.
"Yes," he whispers, his heart beating loud in his chest, "Yes, I want a partner."
Having someone with him during the rut will appease the beast inside of him. But he knows that his wolf will reject anyone that is not Taehyung. He knows that only Taehyung will be able to tame both sides of him, to soothe them, to give them what they truly need. There's no doubt in his mind about that. Absolutely no doubt.
Taehyung moves on the couch until he's fully facing Jungkook, their knees brushing against one another. He cups Jungkook's face with his hands and holds his gaze. Jungkook can hear Taehyung's heart beating wildly in his chest and can smell something akin to desire emanating from him. Could it be...?
"Let me be your partner during your rut," Taehyung says in this velvety voice of his, "Let me help ease the pain away."
"You..."
Jungkook blinks and stares, unable to form any words. Taehyung, his crush, his love, offered himself as a rut partner. Is this a dream? If it is, it's cruel. He pinches himself to make sure that this is real, that this is really happening. Taehyung wants to be his rut partner, Taehyung wants him to fuck him, Taehyung wants...
"If you're doing this out of pity..."
"I'm not!" Taehyung cries out, "I'm really not."
"Then why? I mean, I can spend my rut alone and survive, why would you...?"
"I want to," Taehyung bites his lips before continuing, "I want to be with you, like that. Want to be with you in every way."
"What?"
"You're really gonna make me say it, you dumbass!"
"Say what?"
"That I like you, idiot!"
Jungkook freezes, his eyes going wide. I like you. Taehyung's words ring in his head, loud. I like you. The words he dreamed of hearing one day and Taehyung just said them, just like that, like it was obvious, like they were meant to be said. Jungkook can't believe it. He was the one supposed to confess. He was the one supposed to say these words first. But Taehyung did it. He did it, didn't he? It feels surreal. And Jungkook floats, he floats like he's walking on clouds, his heart trashing in his chest, love overflowing from him. I like you.
"You... You like me?" he asks, because he needs to be sure.
"I do, Jungkook. I really do."
Why? Jungkook wants to ask. Why me? When there's so many other men out there, so many much better than him. Why would someone like Taehyung choose someone like him? Why? He doesn't ask, maybe because he's selfish, maybe because he doesn't want the bubble he's in to burst. If he can have this, if he can have Taehyung, he will take it, take him.
"You sure?"
Taehyung giggles, fucking giggles, and Jungkook's heart stutters.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's you. It's been you for months now," Taehyung says.
And Jungkook is just a man, okay? And his brain is short-circuiting. And he doesn't know anything except the fact that he wants to kiss Taehyung right there, right now. But he can't. He can't because they need to talk a little more before that.
"I like you too," he finally blurts out, almost shy.
Taehyung blushes as the words are let out and it's the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.
"You do?"
"I do. You have no idea just how much I lo-... like you."
"Maybe you can show me, during your rut..."
"Taehyung, are you sure about that? Being my rut partner, I mean. It's not as romantic as fanfictions can make it out to be sometimes. It's... bestial, dirty, lewd. It's-"
"I want it," Taehyung cuts him off, "I want you."
"I want you too, so much. I just don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, Jungkook."
"I don't know how my wolf will react, having you like this... He's wanted it for so long. We've wanted it for so long."
"I trust you. I trust your wolf too."
Jungkook is still a bit scared of what might happen, but he knows what his body wants, what his heart wants. He wants Taehyung. And if Taehyung really wants him too, why not let himself succumb to his desires, to his needs?
Jungkook lifts a hand and cups Taehyung's cheek. He looks at him, really looks at him, and sees no ounce of fear, only lust, adoration and hunger swirling in his hazel eyes.
"I trust you too."
Taehyung smiles and Jungkook brushes the elder's cheekbone with his thumb.
"Koo?"
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me."
Jungkook leans in until they're just a breath apart. He gazes at Taehyung's lips. They look so smooth, so sensual, so perfect. They look so plush, so red, so inviting. And Jungkook wonders what they feel like, what they taste like. So, he closes the gap between his and Taehyung's mouth, pressing their lips together. When they touch for the first time, when they brush against one another, it sets him alight, making him feel truly alive. It's like a switch was turned on. His whole body reacts to the kiss, fire licking at his skin, burning waves crashing down on him as his heart beats impossibly fast, as his head spins in the best of ways. It feels so good, so so good, to have his lips on Taehyung's, to feel the seams of them. But it's not enough. It'll never be enough.
Jungkook pushes into the kiss more, melding their mouths together, catching Taehyung's bottom lip between his, sucking and nibbling on it. And oh, how delicious does it feel, how soft and warm and everything in between. Taehyung sighs into his mouth, giving him access to delve his tongue in and deepen the kiss. When their tongues curl around one another, fireworks erupt everywhere inside Jungkook. It's blinding, what he feels. It's like he's found what he was looking for all his life. He tastes strawberry on Taehyung's tongue, something that is purely him underneath, and it feels like home.
Taehyung threads his fingers in Jungkook's hair, pulling at them, making the younger groan as he licks at Taehyung's tongue, softly and sinfully, eliciting a broken moan from the elder. It fuels Jungkook even more and he maps Taehyung's mouth relentlessly, wanting to hear that sound again, to make him moan again. The kiss turns heated, fierce and lewd in a matter of seconds. Jungkook wants more and he's ready to take what he wants from Taehyung. Taehyung's who's willingly letting the younger take control of the kiss, who's willingly letting himself be devoured. And it's hot, it's sexy, it's turning Jungkook on. He's already half hard, just from the kisses they share, just from having Taehyung at his mercy.
Jungkook's hands move to Taehyung's waist, sliding under his sweater to reach the skin there as his tongue dances with the elder's at the rhythm of their somersaulting heartbeats. He gets lost in the kiss, gets lost in Taehyung and his lips, and how they move against his, always pressing more and more, like he, too, can't get enough of Jungkook. It's enticing, exciting, the way Taehyung kisses him back with as much fervor, as much need as him. It gets Jungkook all fired up, wanting to ravish Taehyung, to unravel him until the elder crumbles under him.
When they part for air, Taehyung whines and Jungkook smirks.
"Miss me already?"
"Yeah. So put your lips on mine again."
"With pleasure."
Jungkook dives back in, capturing Taehyung's lips with his own. This time, he doesn't wait. His tongue darts out to lick at Taehyung's bottom lip, silently asking the elder for entrance. Taehyung parts his lips, letting Jungkook in and their tongues lace together immediately. It's beautiful, the way they move, the way they toy with each other. It makes Jungkook growl from how good it feels, from how good it is to have Taehyung's mouth on his like that. Just this morning, he didn't think that it would be possible, that he could kiss and hold Taehyung, but he's there, he's doing it and it's magical.
However, Jungkook wants more, more, more. So, he breaks the kiss and lets out a breathy "Come here". Taehyung moves until he's straddling him, his hands finding their way back into Jungkook's hair, tugging lightly at the strands, angling his face until it's in the right position for the elder's lips to fall on his. And they kiss again, and they discover each other's mouths again, and Jungkook feels like the world has stopped moving. All that matters is Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. He wraps his arms around the elder's waist, bringing him even closer, always closer, like letting an ounce of space between them would be a crime. He needs Taehyung in his embrace, needs Taehyung against him, where he can hear his heartbeat, where he can get lost in him.
Jungkook's lips leave Taehyung's to latch onto his throat where they leave a trail of hot kisses in their wake as they move skillfully on the tanned skin. Taehyung cranes his neck, giving more room to Jungkook, more room to lick, to suck, to leave his mark. And the younger does. He claims the expanse of skin as his, biting it, bruising it. Taehyung loses his breath, his head lolling back as Jungkook and his wolf make him their territory. He moans, uncontrollably, loud and free and unchained. It makes Jungkook's wolf roar with pride. He did that. He made Taehyung let out the most sinful of sounds only with his kisses, only with his breath on him. And he wonders what sounds Taehyung will make when he takes him, when he makes him his. He can't wait to hear them, to rip them out of Taehyung's throat. He can't wait.
"Jungkook..."
Taehyung calls out to him as he starts to grind on him, rolling his hips in a way that makes Jungkook's cock twitch in his jeans, that makes him gasp against Taehyung's smooth skin. Jungkook's head snaps up and he locks eyes with Taehyung. The elder's irises are dilated, full with want, with need. Jungkook knows that his look exactly the same, that his red orbs are lustfully shining with the same want, the same need. They're both too gone now to stop, to even think of it.
"Touch me," Taehyung pleads.
Clutching the hem of Taehyung's sweater in his hands, Jungkook lifts it and takes it off of him, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor afterwards. He growls when he's met with acres of honey skin, growls when he thinks of how he wants to worship the body that is exposed to his eyes, and his eyes only. He starts by caressing Taehyung's sides, reveling in the soft sighs that the elder lets out. He then lets his lips take over and discover Taehyung's chest. They leave butterfly kisses everywhere, making Taehyung giggle when they reach sensitive spots. The soft exploration takes a turn when Jungkook's mouth brushes Taehyung's nipples. The hands in his hair tighten their hold as the elder arches his back.
"Sensitive, hum?"
"Yeah," Taehyung admits in a heavy breath.
"I like that."
Jungkook's hands land on Taehyung's ass, kneading the flesh, inviting the elder to grind on him again. Then, Jungkook takes one hard bud between his lips and starts sucking on it, whilst he plays with the other with his fingers, grabbing at it, rolling it around. That seems to do the trick for Taehyung because he moves his hips harder than before as Jungkook toys with his sensitive nubs. And Jungkook can feel his cock swell with each rock of Taehyung's hips, can feel his breath hitch in his throat when the elder moans shamelessly because of what he's doing to him. Yes, he's the one pleasuring Taehyung, he's the one making him feel good and he's determined to ruin him for any other man. There will only be Jungkook from now on, Jungkook to touch, to kiss, to fuck. Only him and no one else.
"You're so sexy," Jungkook murmurs, "So hot. And only mine."
"Only yours."
The words appease his wolf as much as his human side. But his instincts lead him back to Taehyung's neck, to rub his nose on it, on the scent glands there. Scenting Taehyung grounds Jungkook, grounds his wolf. It's their way of knowing that Taehyung is truly theirs, that he won't let anyone else in, that he won't let anyone else claim him. He's Jungkook's. He doesn't know it yet, but he is. Jungkook will make sure of it. After tonight, he won't be able to let him go anyway. The kisses they shared are the sole proof he needed that they are meant for each other, that Taehyung is the mate he didn't know he needed until now. And so, he lets his scent on him, mixing strawberry and vanilla with something much stronger, much more Jungkook. And it smells heavenly to the younger, and he doesn't want for their mix scents to fade, never. He buries his nose deeper into Taehyung's neck, lazily kissing him there too after he's satisfied.
"Did you... scent me?"
"Yes. I know it's selfish, but I want everyone to know that you're mine."
"Good," Taehyung says, "You can do it all you want, I... I like it."
"You do?"
"Hm. Feels good. And I like the idea of everyone knowing that I'm yours."
"You're incredible, you know that?"
Taehyung only smiles before leaning in and connecting their lips together in a heated kiss. It's all lust, and teeth, and tongue. It's all... them, in a raw, vulnerable way that doesn't care about anything but showing the other just how much they mean to them without using any words. And it's wordlessly that Jungkook loves Taehyung.
Jungkook moves his hands to unzip Taehyung's pants. He then frees his cock from his boxers. He spits in his hand before wrapping it around Taehyung's shaft and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, eliciting a groan from Taehyung. Jungkook smirks and starts to glide his hand up and down the other's dick, giving his wrist a flick at the top of each stroke. All the while, he looks at Taehyung. At his half-lidded eyes. At his parted mouth. At his lolling tongue. At every little detail that makes him so perfect. So perfect for Jungkook. And he can't believe that he gets to be with him like that, to kiss him like that, to touch him like that. He can't believe it.
Taehyung starts to roll his hips, fucking Jungkook's tight fist. He seems so lost in pleasure that it makes the younger's cock throb. Taehyung looks so beautiful like that, fucked out, bliss written all over his face. Jungkook licks his lips, drinking in the sight. He's so lucky to be the witness of this, to be the one making Taehyung high on lust, high on love. He circles his fingers around the flustered head of Taehyung's shaft, feeling it leak, and smears the precum all over the hard member. It shines under the light and Jungkook can't look away. He wants to take it in his mouth, to taste it, to taste Taehyung. But he can't right now. Because right now is all about making Taehyung cum with just his hand, with just little kisses planted on him here and there. And so he pumps Taehyung's cock harder, faster, fueled by the lewd sounds the other lets out at each brush of his fingers, at each stroke of his hand. He kisses his chest, licks at it, before settling on Taehyung's collarbones and sucking on them. He knows that, by tomorrow, Taehyung will be covered in hickeys, in his marks, and it makes him fucking proud. He wants the other to look in the mirror, to look at those love bruises and to know who he belongs to.
"Jungkook, I'm gonna..."
"Cum for me, jagi."
It takes only a few strokes before Taehyung's back arches and his body seizes as he cums in a broken cry. Jungkook milks him through his orgasm, only letting go when Taehyung starts to whine.
"That was so hot. You're so hot."
Taehyung chuckles before letting his forehead fall on Jungkook's. His eyes are heady with lust as he catches his breath. His lips are swollen from all the kisses they've shared. His skin is flushed pink. He's so mesmerizing... so ethereal. Jungkook can't take his eyes off of him.
"You're beautiful."
"You're not so bad yourself," Taehyung jokes.
Jungkook laughs as he leans away from Taehyung to take off his shirt. He uses it to clean his hand from all the cum, before throwing it on the ground. Taehyung groans as he takes in Jungkook's chest, his hard pecs, his nipple piercings, his abs... Jungkook knows he looks good, but seeing the fire that ignites in Taehyung's eyes as he licks his lips is something else, something more.
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah," Taehyung answers breathlessly as he lets his hands roam around on Jungkook's torso.
And Jungkook lets him do it, pleased to feel Taehyung's slender fingers, his warm palms, on him. There's something so intimate in the way Taehyung discovers his body, in the way Taehyung shows him how much he likes it with just a touch. Jungkook can't help the blush that rises high on his cheeks. He takes Taehyung's wrists in his hands and stops his ministrations, before clashing their lips together. He takes advantage of Taehyung's surprised gasp to slide his tongue inside the elder's mouth, determined to steal his breath away. And that, Jungkook does. He laps him up, hot tongues rolling against one another. He licks into his mouth, hot breaths mingling with one another. He can't get enough of kissing Taehyung, of swallowing the beautiful sounds he makes, of tasting him. He can't get enough.
"I want to take you," Jungkook murmurs against Taehyung's spit slicked lips.
"Then, take me."
Jungkook doesn't say anything back, he simply kisses him again, melding their lips together. And oh, how he likes the feeling of Taehyung's lips against his, it's addictive and he wants more. Jungkook drags his tongue against Taehyung's bottom lip and then nibbles on it. Taehyung parts his lips to let his tongue in and Jungkook kisses him like he's never kissed before, like he means it. It's soft and hard, sensual and unbridled, it's everything. And Jungkook gets lost in the feel of Taehyung's tongue curling with his, in his hot breath, in his sweet taste. He gets lost and he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind because he knows that he'll always find his way back to Taehyung.
When they break the kiss, Taehyung gets off Jungkook's lap to get rid of his pants and boxers. And there he is, standing in all his naked glory in front of Jungkook. Jungkook who can't do anything but look at all these miles of tanned skin that are exposed to his eyes. His breath gets caught in his throat as his eyes rake Taehyung's lithe form. He's so beautiful, so so beautiful. There's nothing imperfect about him, nothing. Jungkook lifts his hands to caress Taehyung's thighs, taking in the softness of the skin under his palms. Oh, how he wants to cover them in hickeys too, to let his mark there too.
"Koo..."
"Yeah?"
"Never stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you want me."
"I'll always want you," Jungkook says as he stands up.
Jungkook cups Taehyung's face in his hands before letting their lips softly collide. He kisses him deeply, he kisses him madly, he kisses him to convey all the feelings that he did not express yet. Yes, he will always want Taehyung. Of course, he will always want Taehyung. The elder is everything he needs, everything he yearns for. And it will never change. Never.
Jungkook puts Taehyung's arms around his neck, his hands around the elder's thighs and whispers: "Jump." Taehyung does as he's told and soon, he's lifted in the air until his legs circle Jungkook's waist and he's in the younger's embrace once again. Taehyung moans at the display of strength and Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, amused.
"Something you want to tell me?" Jungkook teases.
"No," Taehyung replies, blushing.
"You sure?"
"Hm "
"So you don't have a muscle kink, right?"
"Oh my god," Taehyung splutters, hiding his face in the younger's neck.
Jungkook just laughs as he starts to make his way to the bedroom. He can't resist the urge to pin Taehyung against the wall in the corridor and so, he does. Taehyung moans again, this time louder, when his back hits the cool surface. Jungkook chases after his mouth, eager to kiss him again, to feel Taehyung's lips against his again. When their lips lock, they both sigh, like they missed each other in the few minutes they didn't kiss. It's like they can breathe again, now that their mouths are entangled. And it feels so fucking good.
Jungkook starts to grind on Taehyung, the roughness of his ripped jeans colliding with the smoothness of the elder's bare skin. He rolls his hips at a steady rhythm, wanting to make Taehyung hard again, wanting to make Taehyung lose his mind again. His wolf is impatient, wanting to be one with Taehyung. He scratches at Jungkook's skin, but Jungkook holds on. He won't let his wolf out, not for his first time with Taehyung, rut or not. Yes, he will follow his instincts, to some extent, but that's it. He doesn't want to let his wolf take over, he wants to remember everything, not for his first time with Taehyung to be a wild blur.
Jungkook attaches his lips to Taehyung's neck as he moves his hips harder. He revels in the fact that Taehyung surrenders to him, to the pleasure flowing through him. The elder simply holds onto him tighter, his nails digging into Jungkook's shoulder blades. Jungkook groans against Taehyung's skin, before letting his teeth graze it. It's there, right there, that he would claim Taehyung, right over his pulse point. It's there, right there, that he would let his fangs pierce the skin and sink in. The will to just do it is strong, but Jungkook is stronger. He knows that now is not the right time. Later. Yeah, later.
"Koo... Feels good..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jungkook can feel Taehyung's cock hardening again, can feel him swell under him. He's hard too, so hard it almost hurts. But he keeps on grinding, keeps on circling his hips on top of Taehyung's.
"Gonna make you feel even better," he murmurs and it's a promise.
Jungkook takes Taehyung off the wall and resumes his walk to his bedroom. It doesn't take long for him to reach it, to enter it. And once they're inside, Jungkook goes straight to the bed, falling on top of it with Taehyung under him. He bends down and catches the elder's lips with his, kissing him like he wants to own him and be owned by him. It's sloppy, feverish, and Jungkook wouldn't want to have it any other way. It's perfect.
Taehyung's fingers thread through Jungkook's hair again, tugging at the strands, making the younger groan into the kiss. Taehyung's body feels so warm under his, so soft. He wants to let his hands, his mouth, travel on every inch of skin that Taehyung is made of, wants to take the time to worship his body like he deserves. However, Jungkook knows he doesn't have the time to do that right now, not with how on edge he already is.
Jungkook breaks the kiss and stands up, his body aching instantly to touch Taehyung again, to be close to him again. He quickly peels off his jeans and boxers before falling in Taehyung's open arms. He rubs his nose along the elder's neck, satisfied to smell their mixed scents there. His wolf growls his approval and lets out some more pheromones.
"Koo, please... fuck me."
Jungkook moves them on the bed until Taehyung is laying on the pillows discarded there. He takes a moment to look at the beauty in front of him, at the soft strands of blond hair, at the hooded eyes, at the swollen lips... He looks and he just can't quite grasp the fact that Taehyung is real, that he's in his bed, waiting to be fucked by him. He just can't.
Jungkook lifts a hand and lets his thumb stroke the line of Taehyung's jaw.
"You're so pretty..." he whispers before bending down and connecting their mouths together.
The kiss remains soft, just a fluttering touch of lips against lips, but it's enough to make Jungkook's heart soar, enough to make his knees go weak.
"Koo... I need you."
"I need you too."
"Then make me yours."
Jungkook moves to retrieve a bottle of lube from his nighstand's drawer. He puts it on the bed beside Taehyung before sitting in between the elder's legs. He caresses them slowly, from ankle to thigh and back. He can't get enough of Taehyung's skin, of Taehyung's body. He bends down and leaves a kiss just above the elder's heart. Taehyung sighs, one of his hands coming to rest atop Jungkook's cheek.
"I think I'm in love with you," Taehyung murmurs.
Jungkook stops breathing right then and there. He looks at Taehyung with wide eyes, seeing the other smile at him softly. Love. It's what it's all about in the end, right? And Jungkook is sure of his heart, of what Taehyung makes him feel.
"I know I'm in love with you," he whispers back.
The kiss that follows is full of lust, of love. Jungkook pours everything he has, everything he feels into it. He kisses Taehyung like he's his oxygen, like he needs him just to be able to breathe. He kisses Taehyung like he's the blood running through his veins, like he needs him just to be alive. And he does. Oh, how he does. Taehyung is his lifeline, his everything. He's all Jungkook has ever wanted.
"Show me," Taehyung orders breathlessly.
"I'll show you."
After one last kiss, Jungkook moves to lay on the bed in between Taehyung's legs. He kisses the elder's left thigh, before doing the same with the right. He watches as Taehyung's cock twitches in front of him. So red, so flustered, so beautiful. He wraps his lips around it, taking it in his mouth, moaning as precum leaks on his tongue. He suckles at the head, gives it kittenish licks, before he leans forward and takes Taehyung’s cock down as far as he can, the walls of his throat flexing and straining against the intrusion. He looks up at Taehyung, seeing him clutching the sheets, seeing his lips parted around a soundless moan. It's hot, too hot, so fucking hot.
Jungkook starts to bob his head up and down Taehyung's shaft, twirling his tongue around the member whenever he pulls back and keeping it flat when he sinks his mouth down on it. He can feel the uneven skin of Taehyung's cock, the veins on the underside. He can feel every inch of him in his mouth and it excites him. His throat flexes around Taehyung as he swallows, saliva dripping down his chin and onto the elder's cock. It's messy, the way Jungkook takes Taehyung's dick, but he doesn't care. He's too hungry for that.
"Koo... I'm gonna cum if you keep... If you keep doing that."
And Jungkook doesn't stop. He wants Taehyung to cum again, to cum down his throat. He wants to swallow every last drop of the elder's spunk. So he hollows his cheeks and takes Taehyung's thick cock deeper. And he loves how the elder writhes on the bed, how he lets out the softest of whines. It's erotic, lewd, and Jungkook doesn't want to close his eyes, doesn't want to miss any of it. He keeps on looking at Taehyung the more he goes down on his shaft, keeps on looking at how wrecked Taehyung is. He did that. With his mouth, with his tongue, he did that.
"Koo... I... I..."
Jungkook knows that Taehyung is close now, on the verge of cumming. He just needs a little push, a little something more. So Jungkook licks and licks, flicking his tongue on the slit a few times. He feels Taehyung getting even more hard, if that's possible. He feels him shake, his body stuttering as his orgasm creeps closer. He sinks down on Taehyung's cock one last time and it's all that the elder needs to cum, hard. And Jungkook swallows.
As Taehyung comes down from his high, Jungkook starts to leave hickeys on his thighs. He licks and sucks and bites until a beautiful purple colour adorns Taehyung's skin. He growls when he looks at the marks he's left. Even though nobody will be able to see them, the sole fact of knowing that they're there... It's enough to make him happy.
"How do you feel?" he asks, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their path as they kiss Taehyung's tummy.
"Good."
"Ready for more?"
"Yeah."
Jungkook sits back on his heels. He takes the lube in his hand, coats his fingers with the cold liquid, before discarding the bottle on the bed.
"On your hands and knees," he orders.
Taehyung is quick to follow the command, moving to be on all fours, his ass facing Jungkook. And Jungkook? He can't look away, not when the most perfect ass is on display in front of him, not when all he wants to do is to lick and bite it. It's so plush, so round, so juicy. He can't believe that it's all his to pound into, all his…
With his clean hand, Jungkook spreads Taehyung's ass open, revealing his fluttering hole. He sucks in a breath when he looks at it, knowing that in a few minutes he will be buried deep inside of it, deep inside of Taehyung. Jungkook bites his bottom lip as his wolf snarls, urging him to do something, anything. He can't wait anymore. Jungkook spits on Taehyung's rim before teasing it with a slicked finger. Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall on the bed, his head following until it's resting on the pillows again. He looks like an angel, Jungkook thinks. A sinful angel.
Jungkook breaches Taehyung's hole with a finger, moving it in and out slowly, following the rhythm of the elder's heartbeat. As he stretches Taehyung, he bends down and leaves butterfly kisses along his spine. Taehyung arches his back beautifully under his ministrations, as if to chase after Jungkook's lips. And Jungkook is gone, so gone for him... He licks at every mole he finds in his wake, mapping each and every one of them with his mouth. He wants to remember them all, wants to remember all of Taehyung.
Soon, one finger becomes two. Jungkook twists and scissors them, feeling the elder clench around his digits. Oh, how he’ll love to have him do that around his dick, to have this tight little hole swallow him whole. He growls at the thought, pushing his fingers even deeper inside Taehyung, searching for that sweet spot that will make the elder see stars. He can feel Taehyung shudder under him as his fingers unravel him. He can hear his labored breathing, can see his hard cock leaking again. It's enticing.
"You're okay?"
"Yeah. Give me more. I can take it."
Jungkook adds another finger to the first two, spearing Taehyung open, spreading his walls wide. The elder starts to ride his digits, moaning shamelessly. Jungkook keeps on stretching him, letting out words of praise every now and then. When he hits Taehyung's prostate, he smirks. He abuses the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside of the elder's body, the pads of his fingers continuously jabbing at it, wanting to make Taehyung feel good, to make Taehyung fall apart.
"More... I need more," Taehyung whines.
Three fingers turn into four and Jungkook gets lost in the feel of his digits pushing in and out of Taehyung. It's hypnotic, the way the elder's ass bounces in the air, the way his walls clench and unclench around Jungkook's fingers.
"You're doing so good. Taking my fingers so well."
Jungkook can already imagine what it will feel like to be inside of Taehyung. He is so tight, so warm around his digits...
"I'm ready," Taehyung breathes out and Jungkook pulls his fingers out of him, making him whine at the loss.
"Lay on your back. I want to see you as I fuck you, want to see you as I wreck you."
Taehyung moves on his back, laying on the bed like a prey ready to be devoured. Stunning.
"Shit, I don't have a condom," Jungkook remembers, "But I'm clean, I can't get STDs so-"
"It's okay," Taehyung cuts him off, "I'm clean too. Plus, I want to feel your cum inside me, all of it."
Taehyung's words send a shiver down Jungkook's spine. Taehyung wants to be bred by him? His wolf purrs at the thought of marking the elder in that way, of seeing his cum dripping down his ass, his thighs. And Jungkook? He wants to do it, wants to do it so bad.
Jungkook takes the lube back and slathers his cock with the cold liquid, hissing at each stroke as he finally gives attention to his neglected shaft, before discarding the bottle on the bed yet again. Once he's ready, Jungkook goes to sit in between Taehyung's legs that the elder has opened wide for him. He glides his hand up and down his dick as he looks at Taehyung. At his hair beautifully splayed on the pillow. At his hazel eyes, shining in elation. At his raw, bitten lips. At his chest, heaving. He looks and he is mesmerized. No one has ever looked this beautiful laid under him. No one.
"Koo... Want you inside."
Taehyung makes grabby hands at him as he circles Jungkook's hips with his legs, as he circles Jungkook's neck with his arms, effectively bringing him closer. Jungkook puts one hand beside Taehyung's head to steady himself, not quite putting all his weight on the elder as their bodies align. He keeps one hand on his cock, still pumping it lazily as he bends down to slot his mouth against Taehyung's. He kisses him languidly, his tongue rolling against Taehyung's in sensual motions, his toes curling at the sensations that flood him. He likes it, likes it so much. He'll never get tired of kissing Taehyung. Never.
When they break apart, Jungkook reaches between them, finding Taehyung's slick rim with the head of his cock. He teases it a bit, smearing it in lube and precum. Taehyung whines, pouts even at Jungkook's antics.
"Koo..."
His name called out in a moan is all it takes for Jungkook to slowly sink in. A delicate gasp falls from Taehyung's lips when the head of Jungkook's cock pushes past his rim. Jungkook groans and curses as the hot clutch of Taehyung's inner walls envelop him. Despite all the prep, Taehyung is still clenching around him, warm and wet. The sensation is delicious but it's making it hard for Jungkook to not bury himself to the hilt in the elder in one go. He grits his teeth, jaw tense, nostrils flaring, as he stills, waiting for Taehyung to adjust to his size.
"More," Taehyung asks a few seconds after the initial intrusion.
Jungkook slides his length deeper inside Taehyung. He watches in awe as the elder's hole swallows him, inch by inch, watches in awe as his shaft disappears into Taehyung's warm heat. It's like Taehyung was made to take his cock, was made just for him. It's like they're meant to be. And Jungkook wonders since when could he have had Taehyung like this if he had confessed earlier, wonders how many time they wasted just because they hid their feelings for each other. No, he shouldn't think that way. Everything happens for a reason, and we always find what we need at the most unexpected of times. His rut was unexpected, Taehyung's confession was unexpected, and that's what makes what they're living right now so much more beautiful.
When Jungkook bottoms out, they both let out a drawn-out moan. Droplets of sweat are falling on Taehyung's face and Jungkook wants to lick them, to taste the salt of it. So, he does. He bends down and trails kisses all over Taehyung's face until their lips meet in a deep kiss. When their tongues tangle, Jungkook sees blind spots before his closed eyelids. Little twinkling stars. He feels so good with Taehyung it's unreal, because it never felt like that before, with anyone else. Never.
"Move," Taehyung murmurs against his swollen lips.
After one last quick kiss, Jungkook starts to lazily rock his hips. It's insane, how he feels when he pushes in until he is buried to the hilt before pulling back out, letting Taehyung feel every inch of him. He lets out a guttural groan, overwhelmed by the sensations, by his own feelings. Everything is so perfect with Taehyung, so perfect. They way his body move under his, the way he takes Jungkook deep inside of him, the way his smell floats in the air, full of desire, of want, of love. Perfect.
Jungkook's thrusts get harsher as a string of moans, raw and dirty, fall from Taehyung's lips. He gets lost in them, in the squelching sounds, in the skin slapping skin. Obscene, yet so sensual. It makes everything more tangible, more real. And Jungkook needs that to not feel like he is dreaming right now.
"You feel so good, jagi."
"You too."
Jungkook moves until he's caging Taehyung in, his forearms on either side of the elder's head. Heat pooling in his stomach, he pounds into Taehyung harder, faster, bed creaking, headboard hitting the wall at each one of his powerful thrusts. Taehyung is clutching at his back like his life depends on it, nails digging into the flesh, breaking it and leaving red angry marks in their wake. Jungkook loves the pain that comes with it, loves knowing that he makes Taehyung feel good, more than good. He wants to ruin him, to fuck him into oblivion. He wants to make him scream.
Jungkook loses himself in Taehyung's eyes, locked with his. He loses himself in the way they shine, in the way tears of pleasure pool at their corners, in the way they look at him with so much love, so much desire. Nobody has ever looked at him that way before. Like he is someone's everything. Yet, Taehyung does and it makes Jungkook's heart hammer in his chest.
"I love you," he whispers in Taehyung's ear, feeling a shiver rack through the elder's body.
"Love you too," is the answer, and it's all he needs.
After that, Jungkook goes feral, pounding into Taehyung's hole with abandon, drilling him into the mattress with his harsh thrusts. And Taehyung screams, sobbing out when Jungkook hits his prostate dead on at every move of his dick inside him. It gets rough, the muted desire inside Jungkook breaking free, his wolf's instincts now unleashed. It takes everything he has in him for Jungkook not to claim Taehyung right here, right now. The urge to do it is strong, Taehyung's beautifully craned neck looking so inviting. But he knows it's too soon. So he keeps his head high, keeps watching Taehyung crumble underneath him, words like gorgeous and mine crossing his thoughts.
Jungkook fucks into Taehyung nice and deep, the elder mewling under him. Their sweaty bodies move in sync, Taehyung meeting each one of his thrusts and taking him as deep as he can. It doesn't feel like it's their first time, doesn't feel like they're just discovering each other. It's like their bodies were meant to be entangled like this, like their souls were meant to be intertwined like this. Fated.
Jungkook knows he will cum soon as he feels his orgasm creep closer, heat pooling at the base of his cock. He doesn't want to fall over the edge just now, wants to make this moment last forever, wants to hold on a little longer. So he keeps on rocking his hips into Taehyung, harder, harder, harder. He can feel Taehyung's hold tighten around him, can feel Taehyung's hot breath fanning his face, can feel every little thing and he doesn't want to let go just yet.
Jungkook snaps his hips savagely, lost in the feeling of Taehyung's body shuddering and writhing underneath him. It's good, too good, the way they fuck. It's good, too good, the way they fade into each other. And how could Jungkook want to let that go? He can't. He just can't. He wants a forever with Taehyung. Wants to hold him, kiss him, ravage him. Wants to wake up next to him everyday. Wants to fall asleep next to him everyday. He wants everything with him and more. Because Taehyung is the one for him, the only one. He's known this since he laid his eyes on him, kept it in for so long, but now? Now he wants to shout his love for the elder on every rooftop of Seoul, that's how gone he is.
Jungkook's thrusts start to falter and turn erratic as his high nears.
"I'm close," he warns.
"Me too."
"Can I... knot you?" he asks hesitantly.
"Yes!"
Jungkook captures Taehyung's lips with his, kissing him deeply. For a moment, he forgets everything that is not Taehyung's mouth on his. Their tongues dancing together, their breaths mingling, their tastes mixing... He forgets and it's pure bliss.
When their lungs give out, when they part for air, Jungkook lets his forehead fall on Taehyung's as he keeps on moving his hips at a rapid pace.
"You're so perfect," he says against Taehyung's lips.
So perfect and all mine, he thinks.
The more he rolls his hips into Taehyung, the more Jungkook feels himself tethering over the edge. He's close, so close... But he's determined to make Taehyung cum first. He aims for the elder's prostate at each thrust, reveling in the screams that the other lets out, in the way he clings onto him tighter. They're skin on skin, the elder's aching cock trapped between them and that's just how Jungkook wants it. To be this close to Taehyung, always.
"Koo... Gonna cum."
"Go ahead, jagi."
It takes one last harsh thrust from Jungkook for Taehyung to cum, loud moans breaking free from his throat, body shuddering, as he spurts thick white ropes all over himself and Jungkook. And Jungkook watches him fall apart, lose his breath, with hungry eyes. It's beautiful, to see Taehyung cum. It's beautiful, to see his face contort with pleasure, bliss written all over his features. It's beautiful.
Jungkook doesn't stop fucking into him, driving him in overstimulation as he lets his knot expand and link them together. He grunts, the feeling indescribable. Being connected with Taehyung in that way... It's unexpected. He gives one, two, three last thrusts before cumming, hard. He upholsters Taehyung's walls with his spunk, marking him in the most intimate of ways, before falling on top of him with a contented sigh.
They stay like that for a while, breathing heavily, basking in each other's warmth, in each other's scent, Taehyung's fingers playing with Jungkook's hair. It's peaceful, so peaceful, far from the raging storm Jungkook went through the last hours. His wolf is satiated. He's satisfied to just lay with Taehyung, to just be close to him. It's enough, for now.
Jungkook rubs his nose along Taehyung's neck, littering the skin there with kisses, before looking up at the elder.
"You were amazing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jungkook plants a kiss on Taehyung's nose, making the elder giggle and he smiles.
"Do you regret it?" he asks, unsure as to why.
"No. I will never regret it, regret you," Taehyung answers as he caresses Jungkook's cheek with his thumb.
"I... I want more, Taehyung."
"Me too."
They look at each other, a million of emotions swirling in their eyes, a million of emotions that make their hearts beat faster.
"Be mine. Be my boyfriend."
Taehyung's answer comes in the form of a kiss that consumes Jungkook, that leaves him breathless.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
Jungkook smiles down at Taehyung before kissing him again, short and sweet.
"I can't get enough of you," he murmurs as he feels his cock twitch to life inside Taehyung.
"Me neither."
"You are my universe," he adds, rubbing his nose against Taehyung's tenderly.
And Taehyung smiles at him, his big boxy smile that Jungkook loves so much. And Jungkook can't help but smile back at the man in his arms, at his world. And they fall in love deeper as they spend the rest of Jungkook's rut together, bodies and hearts intertwined.