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#edited ' oct23

In the quiet of the living room, the dilemma weighed heavy on Taehyung's mind, wrestling with his feelings and grappling with the complexity of emotions that had woven themselves into the fabric of his heart.

He sat, earnest and contemplative, opposite Yoongi, who appeared nonchalant, lounging on the adjacent sofa.

"Ok, then don't confess."

A sigh escaped Taehyung, a blend of frustration and desperation, for it was not a path he wished to tread.

"But he has become special to me, Hyung, you know, the most special of all." He struggled for words, seeking to emphasise the depth of his emotions. "Fucking most special of all."

Yoongi's response remained unchanged: lazy, unserious, his advice a stoic echo: "Then confess."

Taehyung grappled with the conflicting thoughts that churned within him. "But it's only been 5 months since we met and 2 months since the wedding. It will be a bit difficult for Jungkook to believe me, isn't it?" he questioned, uncertainty edging his words.

"Okay, then don't confess," Yoongi responded, his eyes half-closed as if lost in the haze of half-sleep.

"I don't feel like leaving him when I go to work. I want to see him first thing when I come home in the evening. Don't you think it's love? How could you say not to confess?" Taehyung's frustration bubbled to the surface, the helplessness evident in his words.

Yoongi, with a sense of resignation, responded, "Yeah, then confess. But dude, that was a typical, boring line." His eyes flickered as if caught between sleep and awareness.

"I'm not a fucking writer like you, Hyung," Taehyung retorted, his voice carrying a hint of frustration, a reflection of the complexity and intensity of his feelings.

frustration hung heavy in the air as Yoongi rolled his eyes. The bug sitting in front of him had been bugging him for the last few minutes due to the bug he has in his dumb fucking brain.

Yoongi got up, a sense of exasperation urging him to escape the conversation that seemed to have no end. The kitchen beckoned, a refuge from the ongoing discourse. He sought solace in the cold embrace of the refrigerator, retrieving a drink to drown out the annoyance that had steadily built.

Meanwhile, Taehyung found solace in a simple act of admiration, gazing at his blue watch, a precious gift from Jungkook, on their second month of wedded bliss. It held a cherished place in his heart, a symbol of their love and the passage of time they had shared.

"ARGH! Jungkook, what should I do?" Taehyung's voice rang out, a quiet murmur filled with the weight of his dilemma.

His heart echoed its own doubts, questioning if his love for Jungkook was truly deep enough and if he could match the love that Jungkook deserved.

The conflicted thoughts battled within him, causing him to abandon his initial plan of confessing, despite his desire. Yes, Jungkook deserves much better.

"What decision did you reach then?" Yoongi inquired, a trace of weariness lacing his words as he sipped from his half-emptied bottle.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm not going to confess this time either," Taehyung confessed, still mired in confusion about the right path to take.

"Fine," Yoongi responded with a tired yawn, anticipating Taehyung's hesitations.

"Please bring me a drink too," Taehyung requested, signalling his need for a distraction.

Yoongi nodded and made his way to the kitchen, leaving Taehyung in his thoughts.

As Taehyung grabbed the drink, Taehyung's phone chimed with a notification, pulling his focus away from his internal turmoil. His eyes widened in shock as he read the message sent to him by Jungkook, leaving his heart racing and his mind buzzing with newfound possibilities and uncertainties.

"I miss you.... your touch," Jungkook's message read, a heartfelt confession that tugged at Taehyung's heartstrings. It was the kind of message that ignited warmth and longing within him.

"You have no idea how much I'm yearning for you, baby,..... for your touch."

There was only shock across his face as he read the series of messages that had landed in his inbox, each one a surprise from Jungkook, unravelling a side of him he had never encountered before. each word dripping with longing and desire, a sentiment that left Taehyung momentarily stunned.

"Enough is enough; I have decided that I want you tonight. That's final," the subsequent message blared out, its determination ringing through the words, leaving Taehyung gasping in surprise as he read the newfound assertiveness in Jungkook's tone.

"Are you okay, Jungkook? Where are you?" Taehyung finally replied, perplexed, struggling to reconcile these bold words with the sweet and shy Jungkook he knew.

In recent months, their relationship has evolved, with their communication style becoming more open and free-spirited. Jungkook had shed some of his initial shyness, growing comfortable around Taehyung, sometimes even taking on a playful and bratty demeanour, playfully teasing and challenging him.

But this was a whole new level of confidence, a stark departure from Jungkook's usual behaviour, especially in matters of romance and intimacy. Never before had he spoken so bluntly or used such bold language. The "baby" and the direct talk were entirely out of character.

"No, I'm not okay. If you don't give me what I want today, I will....." Jungkook's message continued, adding to the unravelling mystery that had Taehyung raising an intrigued eyebrow.

Taehyung couldn't help but smirk; the teasing and playful side of their relationship was making an appearance. The innocent, cute Jungkook had taken on a new persona, showing a boldness that both surprised and delighted Taehyung.

As the next message arrived, it hit Taehyung like a splash of cold water. He coughed and sputtered, feeling the liquid he had just swallowed go down the wrong pipe. Jungkook's message had taken a decidedly shocking turn:

"I will use a bigger dildo than your dick, then you will never be able to satisfy me for the rest of your life."

Taehyung was taken aback, wiping the liquid off his phone in disbelief. Had he misread something? He read the message again, the words remaining unchanged.

A sudden realisation hit him—perhaps, just maybe, Jungkook was pranking him. The playful tone seemed to suggest a joke, but it was a level of boldness he had never witnessed before. The innocent, boyish façade seemed to be cracking, revealing a more daring side to his husband.

The phone buzzed again with a new message, and Taehyung steeled himself for what could come next.

"You better be ready at home with all your preparation. if you don't want a red dildo to take your place. I'll be there in a few minutes."

His heart raced as he hastily sent another message, seeking reassurance: "Jungkook, I asked, Where are you? Did something happen? you got hit by something? or... are you drunk?"

But silence greeted him. No immediate reply came from Jungkook.

"Wow. He seems like a power-bottom and romantic. You are damn lucky, Tae," a sudden comment from Yoongi pierced the air, causing Taehyung to flinch, his grip on the phone loosening, and he dropped it.

Taehyung turned, a mixture of frustration and anger in his eyes, to find Yoongi standing there. "How can you violate someone's privacy, Hyung? Manner less singer producer," Taehyung sighed.

"Oops, sorry," Yoongi said, clearing his throat.

Taehyung picked up his phone, the conversation still fresh in his mind. He hurriedly grabbed the suit from the sofa, leaving the apartment with a flurry of emotions coursing through him. His thoughts raced; the desire for a new Jungkook was a driving force propelling him forward. The streets blurred around him as he rushed, his heart heavy with a growing sense of urgency.

___

The aroma of coffee beans and the comforting hum of conversation surrounded Jungkook and Lisa as they sat in the bustling cafe. Jungkook swirled the drink in his hand, taking a sip, and then turned his head to the side, gazing at Lisa, contemplating how to broach the topic that had been bothering him.

"Spill the tea, bitch. You've only been consuming this one tiny drink for the past fifteen minutes," Lisa stated with a hint of frustration, her impatience evident.

In the weeks that had passed, Jungkook had found himself feeling helpless. Taehyung had been a pillar of support, caring for him in every possible way. However, Jungkook felt himself inadequate to Taehyung when it came to intimacy and romance, often struggling with his shy personality.

He had attempted to seek guidance from the internet but had found no solace. Bogum, his usual confidant, seemed occupied with his own life. Hesitation held him back from approaching Namjoon, Jhope, or Rose for advice, given their older age.

So, Jungkook eventually turned to Lisa, recognising her experience in such matters. He sighed, grappling with the discomfort of discussing his personal life with another person.

"I want your help in romance," Jungkook finally muttered, his cheeks tinged with a blush of embarrassment.

Lisa, ever mischievous, responded playfully, "Come sit on my lap then," tapping on her lap with a grin.

"I'm serious," Jungkook sighed, clarifying the seriousness of his request while still feeling a sense of vulnerability in opening up about this aspect of his life.

The cafe buzzed around them, yet in that moment, it was as if time had slowed down, and the weight of Jungkook's confession hung in the air, awaiting Lisa's guidance and understanding.

As Jungkook delved into his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation for Taehyung's efforts. Despite his own busy and exhausting schedule, Taehyung had consistently prepared breakfasts and dinners, knowing how much Jungkook loved his meals. Over the past two months, Taehyung has poured his love, care, and time into their relationship, leaving Jungkook yearning to reciprocate and surprise him with something extraordinary.

Lost in contemplation, Jungkook's reverie was interrupted by Lisa's tired but playful voice, pulling him back to the present moment. She teased him about her boredom, prompting Jungkook to clear his throat and gather his thoughts.

"Ok, now listen seriously, and please don't make fun of me," Jungkook began, feeling a bit self-conscious but determined to seek advice.

"I just want to know the best ways to initiate things with him and gain a little confidence and ideas from you—how to start, how to continue," Jungkook confided, biting his lip nervously.

Lisa, though playful, acknowledged the sincerity of Jungkook's request. She nodded, assuring him she would take this seriously.

"Oh, you mean you want... his big cock to be the main event of your fat ass, nothing else? I thought there was a big problem." Lisa rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation.

"Stop obsessing over my ass, and how do you know he's... well-endowed?" Jungkook asked, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

He glanced around, thankful that no one seemed to have overheard their conversation.

"He is massive. That's a fact. Case closed," Lisa stated matter-of-factly, recalling an unintentional glance she had taken at Taehyung's pants once, confirming her friend was indeed having a good time.

"Just give me two minutes, and I'll tell you every trick my whore mind has," Lisa responded, her mischievous nature undeterred. She began counting on her fingers, preparing to share her ideas and help Jungkook navigate the uncharted waters of enhancing intimacy and surprising Taehyung.

"Look how many tricks I have collected for you." Lisa said so proudly.

"Since you're an innocent kiddo of mine, I will tell you the lowest-level tricks. listen carefully." Lisa said, flipping her hair back.

"Give him a sensual stripping show."

Jungkook's eyes widened. No, he would not be able to do it at all.

"Keep some dildos and sex toys in your drawer in such a way that his eyes fall on them. He will feel jealous of those plastics and be provoked." Lisa continued.

"Take advantage of your nice fat ass; swing it in front of him 24/7."

"Go in front of him naked and pretend as if you did it mistakenly."

"No, Lisa, I don't want more." Jungkook no longer wanted to take her help, but Lisa didn't listen to him.

"While cuddling, caress his huge cock with your leg and pretend that you are sleeping."

"When he is around, do such exercises as if you are riding him."

Jungkook gritted his teeth and sighed, "Lisa, I said—"

Lisa continued sharing her most peculiar and audacious ideas, completely absorbed in her train of thought, oblivious to Jungkook's discomfort and attempts to stop her.

"While eating food, take some big thing between your soft lips and suck it as if you are sucking his cock and moan like a pro-whore."

"Put a dildo in your fat ass and then..."

"LISAAA, SHUTTT UPPP" Jungkook finally sighed, reaching his limit. He needed the conversation to veer away from the strange and uncomfortable suggestions.

"Huh?" Lisa arched an eyebrow, surprised by his abruptness. She felt a tinge of ingratitude in his tone.

"Fine... Don't call me weeping for my precious million-dollar advice again, Jungkook, you cowardly bitch," she playfully taunted, waving her index finger in his direction.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind from Lisa's peculiar advice.

For a few minutes, they remained in a contemplative silence.

"Do you recall Yeong, the one among us who graduated?" Lisa suddenly changed the topic.

Jungkook, taking a moment to recollect, asked, "The one on whom Kim Mee had a crush?"

"Yes. At the club last night, we got together," Lisa casually mentioned.

"Okay, but why are you telling me this?" Jungkook asked, perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation.

"Aren't you my friend? I'm sharing my pain," she stated, putting on a pout for added effect.

"Unfortunately Yes. Continue," Jungkook said, curious about the turn of events.

"We were both inebriated when I had a kinky idea while we were sitting on the couch, so I carried it out. He ran away and even blocked me." She sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Aw, how sad. What was this kinky stuff?" Jungkook inquired, both intrigued and appalled by the direction of the conversation.

"While I was sucking him off, I wondered how it would feel if I took a tiny bite," Lisa confessed.

"Y-You bit his dick?" Jungkook chocked on the air, a mixture of horror and disbelief in his voice. Lisa blinked amorously and nodded, reliving the odd memory.

"How could you do that, Lisa? Do you have any idea how painful that must have been?" Jungkook sighed, genuinely feeling empathy for Yeong.

"Even though painful, people enjoy spanking." Lisa defended her actions, attempting to rationalise the odd encounter.

"Forget it," Jungkook replied, growing silent and deciding it was futile to continue arguing with her.

"I wish to express my apologies to him," Lisa said, acknowledging the gravity of her actions.

"Who's holding you back?" Jungkook sighed, already feeling the weight of the bizarre situation.

"I said he had blocked me. So, I need your phone," Lisa requested, extending her hand towards Jungkook.

"You could have just asked me for the phone; there is no need to share such a horror story with me." Jungkook rolled his eyes, sighed, and reluctantly handed her his phone after unlocking it. and she moved to the corner of the cafe with his phone.

As Lisa began to use Jungkook's phone, he noticed her smirking at the screen oddly. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Lisa flinched and cried out. "You scared me, Kook," she exclaimed, whirling around.

"Don't tell me you were using my phone to send him..." Jungkook hesitated. "Sexts?"

"No, Jungkook. Don't worry, you should trust your best buddy," Lisa reassured, still using his phone one last time in front of him.

"Done," she announced, happily handing his phone back to him.

They left the cafe, and Lisa couldn't help but smirk; her revenge for Jungkook betraying her a few days ago at the university had been successfully executed. Jungkook shook his head, a mix of annoyance and amusement at Lisa's antics. Their friendship was indeed an unpredictable rollercoaster.

___

Jungkook exited the elevator, carrying two shopping bags filled with purchases and a genuine smile gracing his face. The anticipation of reuniting with Taehyung, whom he hadn't seen since the morning, heightened his excitement.

He knew Taehyung would be happy when he revealed that he had gone shopping with Taehyung's money. Taehyung had a playful way of teasing Jungkook, and he delighted in their playful banter.

As he approached their penthouse, thoughts of Taehyung's warm embrace and affectionate gestures filled his mind. Taehyung's caring, clingy, and touchy-feely nature always made Jungkook feel loved and cherished.

However, when he saw Taehyung in the living room, his initial delight turned into surprise and then amusement. Taehyung was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe, his wet hair tousled and the bathrobe revealing his tempting collarbone. He sat on the couch, legs spread wide, seemingly unaware of the situation.

Jungkook gulped nervously, his eyes darting around possessively, assuring himself that there was no one else present to witness Taehyung's current state.

While Jungkook admired Taehyung's natural beauty and the alluring way the bathrobe draped over him, he couldn't help but be delighted at the unexpected scenario. His features twisted into a blushing mess as he stared at Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes then teased him, shifting mischievously to the tea table in front of them. Intrigued, Jungkook's eyes followed Taehyung's gaze.

Jungkook suddenly halted only a few steps away from Taehyung, blinking in surprise and disbelief as he focused on the table. There were two tiny drink bottles and, n-no w-wait.

As realisation hit him, his heart began to race—a mixture of shock and amusement. Those were actually lubrication bottles and condom packets scattered around.

Taehyung's legs continued to spread little by little, an intentional act that caught Jungkook's attention. The sight of a fresh, wet Taehyung, partly naked, with lube bottles and condom packages scattered around, was undeniably tempting. Jungkook shivered, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As Taehyung's bathrobe slid up over his thighs, Jungkook's instincts kicked in, compelling him to create some distance. His feet moved in the opposite direction, guiding him towards the stairs.

"I-I think I should put the shopping bags in a safe place first. And myself too," Jungkook mumbled, the last sentence almost lost to himself, stumbling as he ascended the