YOURS [Taekook Short Stories]
Stepfather¹
Author
It's my taekook story
Jungkook sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, his fingers drumming against his thigh. His mother stood before him, her face a mask of corporate efficiency.
Mrs. Jeon
Jungkook, I need you to listen carefully
Mrs. Jeon
I am marrying Kim Taehyung. It is a strategic merger for the business
Mrs. Jeon
The Kim empire will stabilize our holdings for the next decade
Jungkook shrugged, his gaze drifting to the window
Jungkook
I don't really care who you marry, Mom. As long as I can finish my degree in peace
Mrs. Jeon
He is a good man. Sophisticated. He has agreed to take you in
Mrs. Jeon
We will be moving into his mansion in Seoul tomorrow
Mrs. Jeon
Yes. He is very wealthy, and he is very particular about his privacy. I expect you to be respectful
Jungkook
I'm very respectful
The move happened in a blur of black cars and sterile packing crates. When they arrived at the Kim estate, the architecture loomed over them like a gothic cathedral of glass and steel. The front doors swung open, and a man stepped out.
Jungkook froze. He had seen pictures, but they were filtered, professional headshots. The man standing there was an anomaly.
Taehyung possessed a beauty that felt predatory and fragile all at once.
His skin was the color of cream, his eyes almond-shaped and heavy-lidded, and his lips were a natural, plush crimson
He wore a silk shirt that clung to a slender waist and a pair of tailored trousers that emphasized long, elegant legs.
Taehyung said. His voice was a low, melodic hum that vibrated in Jungkook's chest.
Taehyung
You must be Jungkook
Jungkook said, his voice cracking slightly
Author
see you in next chapter
Stepfather²
Taehyung stepped forward, extending a hand
Taehyung
I Am your stepfather now. I hope we can get along
Jungkook took the hand. Taehyung's skin was soft, his grip light but firm. Jungkook didn't let go for three seconds too long
Jungkook
Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim
Taehyung smiled, a slow curve of the lips that didn't quite reach his eyes
Over the next few weeks, the mansion became a gilded cage. Jungkook spent his afternoons in the library or his room, but his mind was always on the man who glided through the halls like a ghost
He began to watch Taehyung. He watched the way the silk of his robes slipped off one shoulder
He watched the way he sipped wine, his tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on his lower lip.
At night, Jungkook locked his door and opened his laptop. He searched for the filthiest videos he could find, but the actors were always wrong
He would close his eyes and replace the images with Taehyung. He imagined that beautiful, porcelain face twisted in agony and pleasure.
He imagined those long legs wrapped around his waist, the cream-colored skin flushed red.
He gripped his c@ck, stroking himself with a frantic, bruising rhythm.
Jungkook
God, I want to ruin you
Stepfather³
He came with a shuddering gasp, his seed splashing against his stomach, but the hunger didn't leave. It only grew. He started seeking out physical contact
A brush of the shoulder in the hallway. A hand lingering on Taehyung's lower back as they walked into the dining room
Taehyung
You're very affectionate, Jungkook
Taehyung remarked one afternoon as Jungkook's hand grazed the curve of his hip.
Jungkook
I Just like being close to you
Jungkook replied, his eyes darkening. Taehyung chuckled, a soft, airy sound.
Taehyung
It is normal for boys your age to be tactile. I don't mind.
Jungkook's jaw tightened.
Jungkook
You really think it's just because I'm a boy?
Taehyung turned to look at him, his expression innocent yet knowing.
Taehyung
Why else would it be?
The tension snapped on a Tuesday. Jungkook's mother had flown to Singapore for a week of negotiations
The house felt cavernous, the silence heavy with unspoken desire. Jungkook found himself standing outside Taehyung's bedroom door.
He didn't knock. He walked in. Taehyung was sitting at a vanity, brushing his hair
He wore a thin, white linen shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest
The sight of those pale collarbones made Jungkook's blood boil.
Taehyung
Jungkook? What are you doing in here?
Taehyung asked, looking at him through the mirror. Jungkook didn't answer. He crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed the back of Taehyung's chair, spinning him around
He leaned down, his breath hot against Taehyung's cheek
Jungkook
I can't stop thinking about you
Taehyung blinked, his long lashes fluttering.
Taehyung
What are you saying?
Jungkook didn't give him time to process. He crashed his lips against Taehyung's. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision. Jungkook's tongue forced its way inside, tasting the sweetness of mint and wine
He sucked on Taehyung's tongue, swirling it with his own, exchanging thick strings of saliva.
Taehyung groaned, pushing against Jungkook's chest.
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