Chapter 14: Kissing Scene

Taehyung’s legs felt weak the moment Jungkook’s lips met his. The world outside the room blurred into irrelevance, leaving only the intoxicating press of their mouths and the heat building between them. Jungkook kissed him with a hunger that was both urgent and consuming, his lips moving against Taehyung's with a mix of passion and command that left no room for hesitation.

Taehyung clung to Jungkook’s shoulders, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring himself to reality. The air grew thick, their breaths mingling as Jungkook tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past Taehyung’s parted lips. The slick heat of it made Taehyung’s knees nearly buckle, but before he could stumble, Jungkook’s hands were on him—strong and steady—guiding him back toward the bed.

The soft press of the mattress against his back came as a surprise, and Taehyung let out a quiet gasp, breaking the kiss. But Jungkook didn’t stop. He loomed over him, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that made Taehyung’s pulse race.

Jungkook’s lips found his again, claiming them with an unrelenting fervor. His weight settled over Taehyung, firm yet comforting, and the heat radiating from him seeped into Taehyung’s skin. Jungkook kissed him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered, his hands sliding under Taehyung’s shirt to explore the soft planes of his stomach.

Taehyung barely registered what was happening until he felt Jungkook’s hand splay across his chest, the touch possessive and gentle all at once. His body arched instinctively into the contact, a soft sound escaping his lips that only seemed to spur Jungkook on.

Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook shifted, pressing Taehyung deeper into the mattress. His lips moved with unrelenting purpose, coaxing, teasing, devouring. Taehyung’s hand found its way to Jungkook’s chest, and he tapped lightly, a plea for a pause.

Jungkook pulled back reluctantly, his chest heaving as he stared down at Taehyung. Their lips were still glistening, connected by a thin string of saliva that broke when Taehyung swallowed hard.

“Why did you stop?” Jungkook’s voice was low and husky, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched Taehyung’s flushed face.

Taehyung’s breath hitched as he tried to gather his thoughts. “We shouldn’t… Jungkook, we’re in a hospital,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “This isn’t the right place—”

But Jungkook silenced him with a finger pressed gently to his lips, leaning in close enough that Taehyung could feel his breath against his skin. “No one will know,” Jungkook whispered, his voice like a dark promise. “No one will care. Trust me, Taehyung. You know I'm a man of my words, I won't fail you.”

Taehyung’s resolve faltered under the weight of Jungkook’s gaze. His body betrayed him, responding to the warmth of Jungkook’s hand as it slid higher under his shirt, his fingers brushing over Taehyung’s ribs before coming to rest against his chest.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper, his protest dying on his lips as Jungkook’s thumb grazed over his sensitive skin. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, making his body arch involuntarily.

Jungkook smirked at Taehyung’s reaction, his confidence growing as he leaned down to press a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along Taehyung’s jawline. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, leaving a burning sensation in its wake.

Taehyung barely had a moment to gather his wits before Jungkook’s lips were on his neck, hot and relentless. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, leaving behind a tingling warmth that spread through Taehyung’s body. But then Jungkook’s lips parted, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, and Taehyung gasped, his hand flying to Jungkook’s arm as though to ground himself.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung’s voice was breathless, his protest weak as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto a spot just below his jawline. The suction was firm, almost possessive, and Taehyung felt the slight sting of it as Jungkook pulled away, only to press his lips back down in the same spot with even more intensity.

The sensation sent a shiver racing down Taehyung’s spine, and he felt his resolve crumbling with every second Jungkook’s mouth lingered on his neck. By the time Jungkook pulled back, a dark mark was already blooming on Taehyung’s pale skin, a stark reminder of the moment they were sharing.

“You’re going to leave marks…” Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling as Jungkook’s hand slid back under his shirt, the calloused tips of his fingers grazing the soft skin of his abdomen.

“That’s the point,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, his voice low and husky, sending another wave of heat coursing through Taehyung’s body. “I want everyone to see it… to know you’re mine.”

The possessiveness in Jungkook’s tone sent a thrill through Taehyung that he wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Jungkook’s lips moved to the other side of his neck, pressing kisses that started soft and tender but quickly turned into something more urgent. His teeth scraped against Taehyung’s pulse point, followed by the soothing flick of his tongue, and then another mark blossomed under his ministrations.

Taehyung’s breath hitched, his hands flying to Jungkook’s shoulders as if to push him away, but all he managed to do was grip the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt tightly, anchoring himself as he succumbed to the sensations Jungkook was drawing out of him.

“You’re going to cover me in bruises,” Taehyung managed to say, his voice trembling with a mix of admonishment and desire.

Jungkook chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a spark straight to Taehyung’s core. “Good,” he replied, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear. “I want you to remember this—remember me.”

Taehyung’s fingers curled into the sheets beneath him as Jungkook’s lips moved lower, finding the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. He kissed and nipped at the skin there, his tongue flicking over the marks he left behind.

Taehyung’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Jungkook’s lips continued their descent. His shirt was pushed higher, exposing the smooth expanse of his stomach, and Taehyung bit his lip to stifle a moan when Jungkook’s kisses reached his collarbone.

“Everything will be fine,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, his voice a soothing contrast to the fire he was igniting in Taehyung. “I’ll take care of everything.”

His words were a promise, and Taehyung wanted to believe him, even as his mind screamed that this was wrong. But when Jungkook’s lips brushed against his chest, teasing and tasting, all rational thought fled from his mind.

Taehyung’s body reacted instinctively, his back arching as Jungkook’s tongue flicked over the sensitive skin of his chest. His hands found their way to Jungkook’s shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly as if holding on for dear life.

Jungkook’s kisses became more demanding, his hands roaming freely over Taehyung’s body, mapping every curve and dip with a reverence that made Taehyung’s heart ache. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it all, and Taehyung couldn’t help but surrender to the sensations Jungkook was drawing out of him.

He knew they should stop, that this was dangerous and reckless, but at that moment, with Jungkook’s lips on his skin and his hands exploring him like he was something precious. Taehyung couldn't bring himself to care.