Taehyung and Jungkook were still in the same position. Taehyung’s one hand rested on Jungkook’s waist while the other was on his neck. Taehyung gazed at Jungkook, noticing the younger boy’s flushed face, slightly parted lips glistening with saliva. Jungkook avoided his gaze, seemingly too shy to meet his eyes. Taehyung’s expression softened as he observed him. Removing his hand from Jungkook’s waist, he gently guided it to Jungkook’s chin, lifting his face with delicate care.

Jungkook, with teary eyes, finally met Taehyung’s gaze. Slowly, Taehyung leaned in, ensuring Jungkook wasn’t uncomfortable. He pressed a long, soft kiss on Jungkook’s lips, pulling away with a faint smooch sound. Jungkook remained motionless, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. The fact that Taehyung had chosen him over his family made his heart race, but the thought of separating Taehyung from his father filled him with guilt.

Noticing Jungkook’s watery eyes, Taehyung leaned in again and kissed both of them softly. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re not responsible for what happened earlier. Don’t blame yourself,” he said, still holding Jungkook’s chin gently. “This is my decision, Jungkook. I want to stay with you. I want to build a family with you. I want to fulfill all your dreams.”

Jungkook’s tears spilled freely as he listened to those heartfelt words. How could Taehyung be so genuine? So caring? His emotions were a storm, and yet, in this moment, he silently promised himself to give Taehyung a chance. The older man had chosen him, and he would cherish this opportunity. He would build a family with Taehyung and be there to share his joy and pain.

Gathering courage, Jungkook leaned forward hesitantly, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s in an uncertain kiss. His hands fidgeted nervously as he gripped his clothes tightly. Taehyung froze for a moment, surprised, but then smiled softly into the kiss. Noticing Jungkook’s nervousness, he took the lead, pulling the younger boy closer by the waist. Both of his hands firmly yet gently gripped Jungkook’s sides as their breaths grew heavier.

Taehyung’s tongue softly brushed against Jungkook’s lips, asking for entry. His hands tightened slightly on Jungkook’s waist, deepening the kiss as he gently captured Jungkook’s upper lip and then his lower lip between his own. As the moment intensified, Jungkook felt himself being pushed back. Soon, he was half-lying against the passenger seat and window, with Taehyung hovering over him.

Taehyung’s hands began to rub Jungkook’s sides, and as the moment heated up, he gave Jungkook’s waist a firm squeeze. Jungkook gasped at the sensation, and Taehyung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. He groaned softly at the sensation, exploring Jungkook’s mouth with his tongue. Jungkook, overwhelmed and breathless, felt strange, unfamiliar sensations in his body, particularly in his stomach and lower abdomen.

Unconsciously, Taehyung’s hand traveled upward, grazing Jungkook’s chest. Without realizing it, he gr****d the soft meat, a muffled sound of satisfaction escaping him as he gave a firm squeeze. Startled, Jungkook’s body jerked, and without thinking, he pushed Taehyung away.

Taehyung, now fully aware of what he had done, stared in shock. ‘What the h***, Taehyung? What did you just do?!’ he scolded himself silently. He looked at Jungkook, who was trembling slightly and avoiding his gaze.

“Jungkook, look, I’m sorry!” Taehyung started, his voice full of guilt and panic. “I didn’t mean it—it just happened! I got carried away in the moment, I wasn’t thinking. Please, I’m really sorry!”

Jungkook, still in shock and feeling overwhelmed, spoke in a small voice. “It… it hurts…”

“Huh? What? Did I hurt your feelings? Is your heart hurting?” Taehyung asked, unsure and panicked.

Jungkook gave him a flat, unimpressed look. “No, not my heart… it’s just… never mind. Just start driving.”

“Oh… okay. I’m really sorry, Jungkook. Truly,” Taehyung said softly as he started the car.

They drove in silence for a while before Taehyung tried to lighten the mood. “I hope I’ve cleared your doubts about my father’s words. If not, I could clear them again,” he said with a playful tone.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed deeply at the suggestion, and he turned to look out the window.

After the long drive, they finally arrived home. Taehyung flopped onto the couch, exhausted, while Jungkook went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. After drinking it in one go, Taehyung suggested, “Let’s take a short nap and visit an arcade tonight. What do you think?”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

“Yeah, why not? Then we’ll have dinner outside,” Taehyung said with a warm smile.

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically, already excited about the plan.

Later in their bedroom, Taehyung didn’t bother changing his clothes. He simply removed his socks and jumped into bed. Jungkook, on the other hand, went to the bathroom and changed into a simple, loose-fitting white outfit before joining Taehyung.

As soon as Jungkook lay down, Taehyung got a little brave amd  wrapped his arm around the younger’s waist, pulling him close. Jungkook’s back was to Taehyung, and although he was blushing furiously, he didn’t protest. Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s hair, feeling at peace. This was home, he thought. This was all he had wished for, and he was determined to cherish it. Jungkook, too, felt a strange comfort in Taehyung’s embrace, something he never expected. With a small, contented smile, both drifted off to sleep.

Jungkook woke up first, feeling Taehyung’s weight against him. His eyes widened when he realized Taehyung’s hand was   now resting on his boo-bies . His face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to wiggle out of Taehyung’s hold, but instead, the older man tightened his grip in his sleep.

Panicking, Jungkook carefully tried to move Taehyung’s hand away. But Taehyung, still asleep, subconsciously squeezed the boo-bies, causing Jungkook to moan softly. Mortified, Jungkook clamped a hand over his mouth, but Taehyung squeezed again, this time more firmly. Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook shoved Taehyung off the bed.

With a loud thud, Taehyung woke up on the floor, utterly confused. “Huh? What happened?!”

Jungkook, sitting up and holding his chest, glared at him. “Are you insane? Who squeezes like that?!”

“Huh?”

“If you’re so eager, at least touch it gently!” Jungkook snapped.

“Huh?”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook stormed to the bathroom, leaving Taehyung sitting on the floor, stunned. “What the heck  just happened? Did he just say ‘shut up’ to me?How can he!!!! I’m his teacher!” Taehyung muttered to himself before running to the bathroom door.

“Jungkook! What squeeze?  What touch? Tell me!" Taehyung pleaded,  knocking on the door.

Jungkook opened it after a minute or two with an annoyed expression ' It's red. And it's your fault'

Taehyung : Huh?

" Don't say huh again. " jungkook said before walking away.

Taehyung stood there dazed" what just happened! Hey! Jungkook!  Answer me!!! I'm  your teacher ,  YOU ARE BEING A BRAT. Jungkoook!!"

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