Jeon Jungkook, a starry-eyed dreamer in search of Mr. Right, yearns for the perfect romance.
Taehyung, a magnetic force, walks into Jungkook's life, not as a romantic prospect but as a father-in-law. As their worlds collide, desire sparks forbidden...
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"You fucked me...a man. Will you now accuse me of misdirecting you, Mr. Kim?"
Taehyung turned his gaze to him. Jungkook's cheeks were flushed crimson, a vivid contrast against the muted hues of the room, and his stomach and chest were a mess of drying cum. He looked like a pretty mess.
But beneath the surface, there lingered a hint of hurt, maybe a shadow from his past that whispered of unseen scars.
"Misdirecting?" Taehyung's voice held a blend of curiosity and defiance as he reclined against the headboard, his movements fluid yet deliberate. His hand reached out, fingers curling around the slender cigarette resting beside the lamplight, a tangible symbol of solace.
Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on Taehyung, anticipation mingling with apprehension as he awaited his response. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange.
Taehyung drew in a slow breath, the smoke curling around him like a veil as he pulled the sheets up to his chest, a barrier against the temptation laid bare in their exchange.
"I'm a grown man, my son-in-law." Taehyung's words resonated with a quiet strength, a declaration of autonomy. "I've been having sex long before you came into this world. A cock sucking mouth and fleshy ass aren't enough to sway me. I bear full responsibility for my actions." Taehyung's voice held a note of conviction, echoing with the weight of years lived and lessons learned.
Jungkook's expression softened, surprise flickering across his features at Taehyung's unwavering resolve. The raw honesty in Taehyung's words pierced through the layers of misunderstanding and fear that had clouded Jungkook's mind.
"I fucked you because I wanted to." Taehyung's voice was steady and unwavering as he met Jungkook's gaze head-on, the smoke swirling around them like a silent witness to their shared moments.
"Simple as that," Taehyung's words carried a weight of defiance-a refusal to be confined by the expectations of others. "Anyone who implies otherwise is a weak coward."
Jungkook's smile held a hint of relief, a flicker of gratitude for Taehyung's unwavering honesty amidst the echoes of past betrayals. In a world where blame and judgement reigned, Taehyung's steadfastness was a beacon of relief.
Jungkook's cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, a silent testament to the lingering heat of their encounter, as Taehyung's gaze traced the contours of his naked form with an intensity that expressed his inner turmoil.
the aftermath of their shared intimacy hanging heavy between them like a veil of desire.
As Jungkook gracefully slid out of bed, the movement a delicate dance of vulnerability and resolve, Taehyung's eyes followed his every motion with unwavering focus, drinking in the sight of Jungkook bending, showcasing his nice butt's nice moves.
