Kiss me

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.

"E-excuse me," Taehyung said.

The boy looked at him with confusion first... then amusement.

"Yes?" he asked, smirking.

Taehyung swallowed hard. "I... I like you."

The world stopped.

Then it exploded with laughter.

"You?" the boy said loudly. "You like me?"

His friends started laughing too.

"Look at him," the boy continued. "Those clothes. That body. Those glasses."

"Did you really think you had a chance?"

Someone nearby snorted.

Another whispered, "That's disgusting."

Taehyung's face burned. His ears rang.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, bowing his head.

"I won't say it again."

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.

"Let me go!" he cried, kicking and hitting.

"I don't have money! Please!"

The door slammed shut. The car started moving.

A man wearing a mask laughed softly.

"You don't have money," the man said calmly.

His voice was low and careless, like he was talking about the weather.

"Then we'll sell your kidney first."

Taehyung's whole body went cold.

"Then your eyes," the man continued.

"Eyes sell well."

Taehyung started shaking badly.

"Maybe your heart," the man added, laughing softly.

"That one is last."

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.

"Please... please..." Taehyung cried.

"I didn't do anything wrong... I swear..."

"I don't have money... I don't have anything..."

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.

"So dramatic," he muttered.

"Such a drama queen."

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.

"...Uncle?" he whispered, voice broken and confused.

"U-Uncle Jeon?"

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

"Yes," he said softly.

"Uncle."

Taehyung stared at him.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then reality hit.

"You-!" Taehyung shouted and started hitting Jungkook's arm with both hands.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I thought I was going to die!"

"I was so scared!"

Jungkook let him hit for a moment.

Then he pulled Taehyung into his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said quietly.

"You weren't answering your phone."

That was all it took.

Taehyung broke down again.

He buried his face in Jungkook's chest and cried like a child, shoulders shaking.

"I hate school," he whispered between sobs.

"I hate everyone there..."

Jungkook held him firmly, one hand pressing the back of Taehyung's head.

"I know," he said.

"I know."

The rest of the drive was quiet.

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.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked softly.

Taehyung took a deep breath and told him everything.

"I'm ugly," Taehyung said quietly, staring at the floor.

"That's why... they hate me."

Jungkook lifted Taehyung's chin gently so he had to look at him.

"No," Jungkook said firmly.

"You're not."

Taehyung's lips trembled.

"Then why does everyone treat me like this?"

Jungkook didn't answer right away.

He just hugged Taehyung tighter, like he was protecting something precious.

The phone rang suddenly.

Taehyung flinched.

"Mom," he whispered.

Jungkook took the phone from his hand.

"He's with me, Mrs. Kim," Jungkook said calmly.

"He'll stay here tonight."

Taehyung looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Uncle..."

Jungkook smiled softly.

"You're not going back today."

Taehyung relaxed against his chest, finally breathing properly.

***************

Many years ago, the Kim family found a boy near the village.

He was young, injured, and alone.

He had no family with him and nowhere to go.

That boy was Jeon Jungkook.

The Kim family did not ask many questions. They took him in and placed him under village childcare for abandoned children. Even though it was officially a shelter situation, Jungkook spent most of his time at the Kim house.

From that moment, Jungkook's life changed.

Kim Seokjin, a male omega, became the one who cared for Jungkook the most. Seokjin was gentle but strong, kind but firm. He cooked for Jungkook, scolded him when needed, and treated him like his own child.

Kim Namjoon, Seokjin's mate, agreed to help but kept emotional distance. He was protective of his family and always careful around outsiders.

At that time, Seokjin was pregnant.

Not long after Jungkook arrived, Kim Taehyung was born.

From the beginning, Jungkook and Taehyung grew up together.

Jungkook protected Taehyung like an instinct. He carried him, played with him, and never let anyone bully him. Taehyung learned to walk holding Jungkook's hand and learned to speak calling him "Uncle Jeon."

Even though Jungkook was not related by blood, the bond between them was real.

As Jungkook grew older, his talent became obvious. At fifteen, he left the village to become a K-pop trainee. The childcare system officially ended his stay, but the Kim family never stopped caring for him.

Now, Jungkook is twenty-eight years old.

He is a world-famous K-pop idol. Because of his fame, he visits the village only in secret and for short periods of time. For safety reasons, only the Kim family knows when he comes.

Seokjin still worries about him like a parent.

Namjoon, however, does not like Jungkook's presence.

He believes Jungkook's fame brings danger and attention. He fears it could affect Taehyung. That is why there is tension between them.

Taehyung is now seventeen years old and still in school.

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After dinner, Jungkook cleaned the kitchen.

He cooked simple food, but Taehyung ate a lot. That always made Jungkook happy.

Taehyung changed his clothes.

He wore Jungkook's oversized black hoodie and his own short pants. The sleeves were too long and covered his hands. For some reason, Taehyung always liked wearing Jungkook's clothes when he stayed here. They felt warm. Safe. Like home.

He turned on the music.

The volume was loud.

Very loud.

Taehyung started dancing in the living room, moving freely, spinning, jumping, laughing to himself. He didn't care how he looked. He liked it this way.

Standing next to you

Standing in the fire next to you, oh

You know it's deeper than the rain

It's deeper than the pain

When it's deep like DNA

Something they can't take away, ay

Take-take-take-take-take-take off

Maybe that was why Jungkook built the house a little far from the village.

No neighbors.

No noise complaints.

Taehyung could never do this at his own house.

Seokjin would scold him.

"Lower the volume."

"Do your homework."

"Stop jumping around."

So Taehyung always waited for Uncle Jeon to come home.

He liked it here more than his own house.

Jungkook sat on the balcony.

He was shirtless, leaning back on the chair, quietly smoking. He only did it here. Secretly. If Taehyung saw him, he knew he would get scolded.

Jungkook glanced inside through the glass door.

Taehyung was dancing, hoodie swinging, hair messy, smiling.

Jungkook smiled without realizing it.

Then-

The music stopped.

"Uncle Jeon."

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung was standing in front of him, hands on his waist, glaring.

"What are you doing?" Tae asked.

Jungkook sighed. "You weren't supposed to see that."

Taehyung reached forward and snatched the cigar from his fingers.

"No smoking," he said seriously. "Bad."

He threw it away and turned back, arms crossed.

"Why do you always smoke?" Taehyung scolded.

"I told you it's bad for health."

Jungkook rubbed his face. "Just sometimes."

Taehyung climbed onto Jungkook's lap without asking.

"Bad boy," Tae said, poking his chest.

"Are you a bad boy, Uncle Jeon?"

Jungkook laughed softly and held his waist so he wouldn't fall.

"I guess I am," he said.

Taehyung nodded like a teacher. "No smoking then."

"If you give me a kiss," Jungkook said lazily, one hand moving slowly on Taehyung's back,

"I might stop smoking."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes.

"You're not a baby to ask for kisses," he said. "Grow up, Uncle Jeon."

Jungkook smirked. "Then I guess I'll smoke again."

He pulled out another cigar from his pocket on purpose.

Taehyung quickly grabbed his hand.

"No."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Then?"

"Kissy kissy," Jungkook teased.

Taehyung glared at him, then leaned in and pecked his cheek quickly.

"There," he said. "Happy?"

Jungkook hummed and slowly pulled out another cigar.

"Uncle Jeon!" Taehyung scolded loudly.

Jungkook laughed and tapped the cigar against his lips.

"That one didn't count."

Taehyung's face turned red. "I already kissed you."

"I said I wanted a kiss," Jungkook replied calmly.

"I didn't say where."

Taehyung looked away, ears burning.

"No kiss there," he said stubbornly. "I'm grown up."

Jungkook's smile changed. Slower. Deeper.

"Grown enough to confess to a boy," he said, voice low.

"But still shy?"

Jungkook leaned closer, their faces only inches apart.

"Grown people should know how to kiss properly," Jungkook said quietly.

"Maybe that's why he rejected you."

Taehyung's breath hitched. "That's not-"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on Taehyung's lips.

"Relax," he murmured. "I'm not asking."

Taehyung swallowed hard, heart racing.

"...You're bad," he whispered.

Jungkook smiled. "You already knew that."

Jungkook's chuckle was a low, dangerous rumble in his chest. His hands, which had been resting on Taehyung's waist, tightened like vices, pulling him impossibly closer until there was no space left between them. The warmth of Jungkook's bare chest seeped through Taehyung's hoodie, making his heart hammer against his ribs.

"Grown up enough to confess to a boyfriend?" Jungkook's voice dropped, losing its playful edge and gaining a dark, possessive undertone that made Taehyung's stomach clench. "Grown up enough to know how to kiss properly?"

Before Taehyung could process the command, Jungkook's lips were on his.

It was nothing like in the dramas. There was no soft camera angle, no gentle background music. It was a hard, crushing pressure. Jungkook's lips were firm and demanding, molding against Taehyung's with an ownership that stole his breath. Taehyung's mind went blank. He'd seen this, he knew what happened next, but his body wouldn't cooperate. His hands, which had been loosely draped over Jungkook's shoulders, clenched into fists. He didn't know what to do. Should he move his lips? Should he open his mouth? Panic, hot and sharp, flooded him.

Then, Jungkook's tongue forced its way inside.

It was a slick, invasive muscle, thrusting into his mouth without permission. Taehyung made a muffled sound of shock, his entire body tensing. It was so wet, so foreign. Jungkook's tongue explored every corner of his mouth, sliding against his teeth, stroking the roof of his mouth, a possessive mapping of his most intimate space. Taehyung could feel his own saliva pooling, mixing with Jungkook's, and he felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. He was drooling. He couldn't help it.

Jungkook seemed to sense his inexperience. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against Taehyung's. "Don't just sit there like a doll," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Kiss back."

Taehyung whimpered, a pathetic, confused sound. He tried, he really did. He awkwardly moved his lips, trying to mimic what Jungkook was doing, but it was clumsy and useless.

Jungkook sighed in frustration. "No, like this."

He captured Taehyung's lower lip between his teeth, biting down gently before sucking hard. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through Taehyung's body. Then Jungkook's tongue was back in his mouth, more aggressive this time. It thrust against Taehyung's own tongue, which lay limp and unresponsive. With a growl, Jungkook curled his tongue around Taehyung's and pulled, coaxing it into his own mouth. He sucked on it, hard, a wet, obscene sound that made Taehyung's ears burn. He was drinking Taehyung's saliva, actively pulling it from his mouth and swallowing it. The sheer filthiness of it made Taehyung's head spin.

When Jungkook finally released his mouth, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connected their lips before breaking. Taehyung was panting, his lips swollen and wet. A trail of spit had escaped the corner of his mouth and was trickling down his chin.

Jungkook's eyes were dark, fixed on the glistening trail. "Messy boy," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp. Instead of letting Taehyung wipe it away, Jungkook leaned in. He stuck out his tongue and slowly, deliberately, licked the trail of saliva from Taehyung's chin, all the way back to the corner of his mouth. The feel of that rough, wet muscle on his skin made Taehyung shudder violently.

"Watch and learn," Jungkook commanded, his voice low and hypnotic.

He held Taehyung's face firmly, his thumbs pressing into his cheeks. "Open your mouth. Wide."

Dazed and submissive, Taehyung obeyed. His jaw dropped, revealing his wet, trembling tongue.

Jungkook looked into his open mouth as if admiring a prize. Then he plunged his tongue back inside. This time, it was a deliberate, twisting dance. He swirled his tongue around Taehyung's, over and under, a slick, invasive tangle. Taehyung felt more saliva gather, his mouth practically flooding. It dribbled past his lips, down his chin, onto Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to revel in it. Every time a new drop escaped, he would break the kiss, make a sound of deep satisfaction, and slurp it up directly from Taehyung's skin before diving back in. The wet, sucking sounds were incredibly loud in the quiet night, lewd and shameless.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled back again. His hand shot out, and his thumb and forefinger, still wet with Taehyung's own saliva, pinched Taehyung's tongue. Taehyung cried out in surprise, his eyes flying wide open. Jungkook pulled his tongue out of his mouth, holding it between his fingers like a captured thing. Taehyung's mouth was held open, stretched wide, completely at Jungkook's mercy. He couldn't speak, couldn't swallow, couldn't do anything but drool freely down his chin and onto his hoodie.

"Look at you," Jungkook breathed, his eyes burning with a terrifying, possessive fire. He stared at Taehyung's exposed, vulnerable tongue, at the saliva pooling in his open mouth. He leaned forward and, without breaking his grip, sucked the tip of Taehyung's captured tongue into his own mouth. The sensation was bizarre and overwhelming - the pressure of Jungkook's fingers, the wet heat of his mouth, all concentrated on that one sensitive point.

He finally let go, and Taehyung's tongue snapped back into his mouth. He gasped for air, coughing, his entire body trembling. His face was a mess of tears, drool, and confusion. The first kiss he had ever dreamed of was nothing like this. This was a drowning. A claiming. A lesson in filth he had never asked for.

Jungkook held him close, his chest heaving. He licked his own lips, then leaned in to lick Taehyung's again, cleaning up the last traces of their shared mess. "That," he whispered against Taehyung's swollen, wet lips, "is how a grown-up kisses."

The world tilted on its axis. Taehyung's mind was a blank, buzzing void, wiped clean by the sheer, shocking intimacy of what had just happened. His body, however, was a riot of sensation. His lips felt swollen, bruised, and utterly foreign. His chin was sticky. His own mouth, the place where words and breath lived, now felt like a conquered territory, still tasting of Jungkook's possessive tongue and smoke.

He was limp, a ragdoll in Jungkook's arms, his head lolling against Jungkook's shoulder. He couldn't think, couldn't speak. All he could do was feel the frantic beat of his own heart and the solid, unyielding warmth of the man holding him.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell with a deep, satisfied breath. He didn't move for a long moment, just held Taehyung, his hand resting possessively on the small of his back, right where his hoodie had ridden up. The skin there tingled, hyper-aware of his touch.

Then, slowly, Jungkook pulled back. He looked at Taehyung, really looked at him. His gaze was no longer just dark with desire; it was soft, almost reverent. He took in Taehyung's dazed expression, his tear-streaked cheeks, his swollen, glistening lips. A thumb came up to gently wipe away a smear of saliva from the corner of Taehyung's mouth.

"You're a mess," Jungkook murmured, but his voice was thick with an emotion Taehyung couldn't name. It wasn't mocking. It was... fond. Possessive.

He shifted, standing up from the chair with Taehyung still in his arms. Taehyung let out a small squeak of surprise, his legs automatically wrapping around Jungkook's waist to steady himself. It was an instinctual move, born from years of being carried by him, but this time it felt different. Every point of contact was charged with electricity.

Jungkook carried him back inside, the glass door sliding shut behind them, sealing them in the warm, quiet house. He didn't take him to the sofa. He walked past it, down the short hallway, and into his bedroom.

The glass door slid shut, sealing them in the warm, quiet house. Jungkook carried him with an ease that made Taehyung feel both weightless and overwhelmingly large. His chubby thighs gripped Jungkook's lean waist, and he couldn't help but feel clumsy, like a soft, doughy burden in his strong uncle's arms.

Jungkook didn't take him to the sofa. He walked past it, down the short hallway, and into his bedroom. The room was dark, save for the soft moonlight filtering through the window. It smelled like Jungkook-clean laundry, a hint of his cologne, and now, the faint, sharp scent of smoke. Jungkook gently laid Taehyung down on his bed, the sheets cool against his overheated skin.

Taehyung stared up at the ceiling, his mind slowly starting to piece itself back together. Shame and confusion warred with a terrifying, exhilarating thrill. He had been kissed. Thoroughly. By his uncle. The man who had taught him how to ride a bike, who had bandaged his scraped knees. The thought sent a fresh wave of vertigo through him.

Jungkook knelt on the floor by the bed, his arms resting on the mattress, his face level with Taehyung's. He was still shirtless, and in the dim light, the muscles of his chest and arms looked like carved shadows.

"Taehyung-ah," he said softly, his voice a low caress. "Look at me."

Slowly, hesitantly, Taehyung turned his head. Their eyes met in the gloom.

"Did I scare you?" Jungkook asked, his thumb stroking Taehyung's cheek.

Taehyung could only nod, his throat too tight to speak.

"A little," Jungkook finished for him, a small smile playing on his lips. "But not too much." It wasn't a question. He knew. He could feel it.

He leaned in, not to kiss him, but to press his forehead against Taehyung's. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he confessed, his voice a raw whisper. "Since before I even knew what it meant."

Taehyung's breath hitched. *Before?*

"All those times you fell asleep in my lap," Jungkook continued, his eyes closing as if he could savor the memory. "All those times you'd hug me so tight... I wanted to turn my head and just... take."

He pulled back, his gaze intense. "But I couldn't. You were a baby. My baby." His hand moved from Taehyung's cheek to his chest, resting right over his frantically beating heart. "But you're not a baby anymore, are you?"

Taehyung shook his head, a single tear escaping and sliding down into his hair.

"So is it okay, if uncle koo kiss you few more time huh"

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