Mrs. Kim seokjin came inside the house and huffed when he heard the TV blaring. he quickly changed out of his outdoor shoes and into his comfortable slippers, his steps soft on the floor as he approached the living room.

He said, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. As he peered into the room, his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him. Jungkook was lounging on the couch, with Tae curled up on his lap, a blanket draped loosely over them. Tae's face was flushed a deep crimson, his breathing slightly uneven.

Tae whimpered, his hip`s rock`ing s`lightly as plea`sure washed over him. The blanket shifted with their movements, revealing Jungkook's hand working between Tae's thig`hs as the younger male's s`lick began to soak through his shor`ts. Seokjin's footsteps faded into the kitchen, but the danger was still so close. Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest, not with fear, but with a sick, thrilling excitement. He could hear him opening the fridge, the clink of dishes. he was right there.

His small body trem`bling on JK's lap. The blanket was a poor shield, barely hiding the way Jungkook's ha`nd was sho`ved do`wn the front of Tae's sh`orts.

He pushed his fi`nger in dee`per, twisting it slightly. Tae was incredibly tig`ht, and impossibly wet. His slick was soak`ing Jungkook's hand, a stic`ky, messy proof of his innocence.

He found that little nu`b of nerves with his thumb and pressed down hard, rubb`ing it in fast, w`et circles.

Tae cried out, much louder than he meant to. He immediately slapped a hand over his own mouth, his eyes wide with panic as he stared toward the kitchen.

He wanted him to see his innocent so`n spre`ad op`en on his la`p, moan`ing and lea`king all over his fingers. The thought made his dic`k throb painfully in his pa`nts

Tae shook his head frantically, his face buried in Jungkook's ches`t. But his body betrayed him, his hi`ps roll`ing down to meet Jungkook's hand, chasing that feeling.

The image sent a fresh wave of heat through Tae. He didn't know why, but the thought of being caught, of his mother seeing him like this, made the pres`sure inside him build even faster. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so incredibly good.

Jungkook knew. He curled his fing`ers ins`ide Tae, finding that special spot that made him see stars. "Right there, isn't it?" he grunted, pumping his fin`gers harder, faster. The we`t, squelching sounds were obscene in the quiet room, mixing with Tae's high-pitched mo`ans.

The combination of Jungkook's dirty words, the skillful fing`ers stretching him op`en, and the thrilling risk of being caught was too much. With a choked cry, Tae's body seized up. His back arched and his toes curled as a powerful orga`sm ripp`ed through him, waves of pleas`ure crashing over him again and again. His hole clenched around Jungkook's fingers, and a fresh gush of slick soaked the blanket beneath them. Jungkook held him through it, his fing`ers slowing but not stopping, milking every last drop of pleasure from his trembling omega. He looked toward the kitchen door, his eyes dark and possessive, almost daring seokjin to walk in and see what he had done to his s`on.

Taehyung hated school uniforms. They were made for people who looked good without trying. Not for someone like him. His white shirt stretched at the buttons. His pants felt tight around his waist. The tie hung loose, never straight no matter how many times he fixed it. His school bag was old, the strap torn on one side. He wore thick glasses. They slid down his nose when he walked fast.

Taehyung was chubby. Everyone said fat, but he liked the word chubby better. It sounded softer. Kinder. School was never kind. He sat at the last bench, always quiet. His notebook was filled with small doodles of manga characters instead of notes. Teachers sighed when they saw his marks. Students laughed when they saw his face.

Still... today felt different. Because today, Taehyung had decided to be brave. The boy he liked stood near the school gate. Perfect hair. Sharp jaw. Clean uniform. Surrounded by friends. Taehyung's heart beat loudly in his ears.

Just say it, he told himself. Say it and be done. He walked forward, hands shaking.

The world stopped. Then it exploded with laughter.

Someone nearby snorted. Another whispered, "That's disgusting." Taehyung's face burned. His ears rang.

He turned and ran. On the way home, the whispers followed him. "Hey fatty." "Careful, don't trip." "Rejected already?" Taehyung kept walking. Faster. Faster. His chest hurt. By the time he reached the empty road near the fields, his eyes were wet. He wiped them angrily with his sleeve.

That's when a black car suddenly stopped beside him. The door opened. Before he could react, someone pulled him inside. Taehyung screamed.

The door slammed shut. The car started moving. A man wearing a mask laughed softly.

Taehyung's whole body went cold.

Taehyung started shaking badly.

Taehyung couldn't breathe anymore. He started crying hard, loud sobs breaking out of his chest. His hands trembled as he tried to push away, but he was weak and scared.

Tears ran down his cheeks and soaked into his school uniform. His glasses slipped down his nose, but he didn't care. His chest hurt. His throat hurt. The man sighed.

The car suddenly slowed down. Then it stopped. For a few seconds, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The man reached up slowly and pulled the mask off his face. Taehyung froze. His crying stopped completely. His eyes went wide.

Jungkook was sitting in the driver's seat, calm and serious, hands resting on the steering wheel.

Taehyung stared at him. One second. Two seconds. Then reality hit.

Jungkook let him hit for a moment. Then he pulled Taehyung into his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly.

That was all it took. Taehyung broke down again. He buried his face in Jungkook's chest and cried like a child, shoulders shaking.

The rest of the drive was quiet.

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Jungkook drove them to a house near the village. It wasn't too big, but it was clean and beautiful. Warm lights glowed from inside. Jungkook's house. Inside, the air felt safe. Quiet. Calm. Taehyung's legs felt weak as soon as they sat on the sofa. Without thinking, he climbed onto Jungkook's lap and leaned against him. It felt natural. Like he belonged there.

Jungkook didn't stop him. He gently rubbed Taehyung's back, slow and steady.

Jungkook didn't answer right away. He just hugged Taehyung tighter, like he was protecting something precious. The phone rang suddenly.

Taehyung relaxed against his chest, finally breathing properly.