𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK✔

Until We Breathe Our Last Breath

"Shut up," Taehyung mumbled, doubting a few more seconds longer before opening his mouth and finally tasting his dinner.

Jimin and I both leaned forward a bit, staring as we waited for the man's reaction to the dish.

Taehyung's brows furrowed, and he looked at us as if we'd gone mad- which perhaps we had from the man's childish antics.

"Stop staring at me," he grumbled, betraying his own shyness by averting his eyes and hiding his mouth like the soft bear I knew he still was on the inside.

"You like it?" I asked, smiling when I noticed the man's habit of covering up his emotions whenever it was anything but anger or aggravation.

Taehyung shrugged, but he barely hesitated before shoving another spoon into his mouth, answering my question with an action.

"It's good I guess," he said while barely having swallowed his last sip.

Jimin and I shot each other excited looks, giggling like women at a teaparty.

"Could you perhaps tell that to the chef?" I asked, knowing I was pushing the bounds though I continued to do it anyway. I felt powerful for the first time in ages and I realised it was a feeling I'd missed.

Taehyung huffed. "I'll thank him if we're not dead by tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes and wished to scold the man for being rude, but Jimin, he was able to smile at Taehyung's comment, which gave me the smallest grain of hope that the two men would find a way to atleast get along during these next three days.

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Taehyung strolled into our bedroom after taking a shower, rubbing up and down his back as usual, sighing as if the world's weight was resting on his shoulders.

"I know you didn't want Jimin to stay in the house..." I said, sitting cross-legged on our bed while I waited patiently for the man to join me. "But I wanted to thank you for allowing it anyway."

Taehyung glanced at his underwear that lay discarted on the floor, but after blinking at it for a few seconds, he decided not to strain his back by bending over to grab it, and dropped himself face first on our covers, remaining butt-naked from head to toe.

The old bed creaked and shook as Taehyung fell on it, and I stared at the man with pity he would absolutely hate to see from me.

"I didn't allow it," Taehyung opposed, his voice muffled by our wollen blankets. "I stopped arguing."

A long groan left my lips, and yet despite Taehyung's distant behaviour, I was able to find enough boldness within myself to crawl towards him and demand the man's attention.

"Tae~" I sang melodically as I tickled the top of his head. "I think I realised something today," I whispered into his ear, carefully moving to straddle the man by sitting atop his waist. I made sure not to place my full weight on Taehyung's spine, being gentle with him as I dragged my fingertips down his back.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung mumbled, somehow sounding both pleasured and annoyed at the same time. Though I ignored the man, smiling to myself as for once I didn't fear his resentment towards me.

"I realised I've lost myself..." I said, pressing my thumbs into Taehyung's skin, right below his shoulder blades where he could never reach. The man's body was still warm from his shower, and as I massaged his back in a way I hadn't done for him in years, I finally felt like I was taking back control, restoring the balance in our relationship that had long been forgotten.

I bit my lips when I heard Taehyung release a soft moan from my touch, sparks like fireworks exploding in my stomach at the bliss showing on his face.

"I don't know if you'll ever forgive me for going after Jimin when I was young Taehyungie... but I want to put the past behind us. I am not the naive boy I used to be. I haven't been that kid for a long time. We've both grown and learned from our youth... and we've both changed."

I leaned forward, closing my eyes and placing small butterfly kisses against the back of Taehyung's neck, seeing goosebumps cover the man's skin as his body was still surprisingly receptive to my touch.

"Taehyungie..." I breathed against the shell of his ear, my voice thinned out and laced with shameless desire. "I want you to know once and for all that I am forever yours... wether you want me to be or not. We will be old and grey and wrinkly one day, and I will still be here to annoy you, and to hold you, to kiss you and love you until we breathe our last breath."

I rested my head against the man's back to show him how badly I wanted him. "I love you," I said, holding on tight to my bear. "No matter how much you try and push me away."

We stayed like that for a while, me listening to Taehyung's breathing as it calmed me down, basking in the serenity of the moment and feeling my soul heal itself more the longer I clung to my flowerboy.

Eventually Taehyung spoke, breaking through the comfortable silence we spent enjoying each other's warmth.

"I can't tonight Jungkook..." The man said, his voice carrying such hurt and shame it made my eyes burn.

"It's...  it's so painful," he whispered, choking up and shedding a tear in my presence for the first time in nearly a decade.

I catched my lower lip between my teeth, holding back my emotions because I knew Taehyung hated it when I showed even a tad of sympathy for his aching back.

I noticed the man's lips began to quiver, and decided to capture them, distracting him as I slowly helped him roll onto his back. We kissed with an awakening passion, falling for each other all over again just as I'd imagined in my most wonderful dreams. I guided Taehyung into landing gently on his back, hovering above him while surrendering to his talented lips.

"Soon you'll turn into a nurse," Taehyung mumbled once we parted to breathe, speaking at a bitter tone when he stared up at me, and I could barely fathom how a man so handsome could be insecure about himself in any way.

"Is that not a fantasy you'd like to imagine?" I asked with a perked brow, reaching for my bedside table to lift a bottle of oil from the drawer, my gaze never deviating from his face.

Taehyung scoffed. "Your mind... it amazes me sometimes."

"I'll take that as a good thing," I said curtly.

The lumberjack hummed. "I think that might depend on perspecti-"

Taehyung cut himself off, nothing but a heavy breath leaving him when I began stroking his cock, smiling as I caught him off guard.

"J-Jungkook.... I thought I said..."

"Just trust me okay?" I chuckled, lovingly tucking Taehyung's hair behind his ear when he began panting and moaning for me.

I rubbed my hand up from the base of Taehyung's length to the very tip, making his member shine with oil as it hardened obediently in my hand.

"I missed you Taehyungie," I whispered, letting my eyes glide across the man's sculpted body as it heated, and his most sensitive places flushed strawberry.

Taehyung opened his eyes, and I gasped quietly at how filled to the very brim with desire they were. He latched onto my arm and pulled me in, holding me close by the back of my neck as if I'd ever think of protesting. I whimpered when our lips crashed together like ocean waves, Taehyung forcing his toungue into my mouth and claiming what was his.

It was sensual again, my flowerboy was sweet like sugar, and I remembered what true love tasted like.

"I missed you too zeka," Taehyung whispered when he took a moment to look at me, adoringly petting my cheek and letting me lean into his hand like an obedient pet. He connected our foreheads, closing his eyes to listen to our contrasting clocks and grinning at it's clumsy sound.

"I'm can hear your heart beat velike oči..." He chuckled quietly. "Please forgive me for not hearing it before..."