Taehyung stared at him, his lips quivering but no words coming out.
"Tell me," Jimin pressed gently, his voice softer now, searching Taehyung’s eyes. "Do you feel disgusted? Do you feel like it’s wrong when you’re with me?"
Taehyung’s breath stuttered, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He tried to find an answer, but his thoughts betrayed him.
How could he say it was wrong—when his heart raced every time Jimin was near?
How could he claim disgust—when Jimin’s touch lingered on his skin, warm and electrifying?
How could he lie—when his body ached for more?
"I…" Taehyung’s voice cracked. His eyes glistened as he shook his head, tears spilling before he could stop them. "I don’t know."
Jimin’s heart clenched, but he refused to step back. He needed to make Taehyung face the truth.
"Hyung," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling with urgency. "How did you feel when you kissed me last night? Did you feel nothing?"
Taehyung’s eyes widened, his jaw tightening. He opened his mouth, but the words refused to come. His gaze flickered toward Jimin’s, raw, vulnerable, before darting away.
"I…" His throat burned. "I don’t know."
Jimin took a step closer, his breath warm against Taehyung’s lips.
"Then let’s find out."
Before Taehyung could react, Jimin slid onto his lap, his hands pressing firmly against Taehyung’s chest. Their faces were so close now—their breaths mingling, warmth curling between them like an unspoken truth.
Taehyung’s fingers twitched against the sofa.
"Jimin—" he started, but before he could protest, soft lips brushed against his own.
The kiss was featherlight at first—gentle, hesitant, like a question waiting to be answered.
Jimin tilted his head slightly, deepening the contact, lips molding against Taehyung’s in slow, delicate movements. He wasn’t demanding. He wasn’t forcing. He was giving Taehyung a choice.
But Taehyung froze.
His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body—his body leaned into the warmth.
Jimin’s fingers curled into Taehyung’s shirt, pulling him closer as if trying to anchor them together. The soft fabric bunched beneath his fingertips, his heart pounding with unshaken determination.
Taehyung still wasn’t pushing him away.
Breaking the kiss, Jimin pulled back just enough to whisper, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s.
"How do you feel now, Hyung?"
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Taehyung’s lips parted, but the words were stuck in his throat. His body trembled beneath Jimin’s touch, chest heaving as if struggling for air.
Jimin’s gaze softened, yet there was a tease in his voice, tinged with unspoken longing.
"Still don’t know?"
Before Taehyung could respond, Jimin leaned in again—this time, kissing him deeper.
The shift was subtle yet intense.
Jimin’s hands slid up to Taehyung’s shoulders, then to his neck, fingers curling delicately around the warm skin. He kissed him fully, completely, letting himself drown in the moment.
And this time—
Taehyung shuddered.
The kiss turned urgent, Jimin’s lips pressing more insistently against his. The sensation was intoxicating—soft yet firm, delicate yet desperate.
Jimin’s arms wrapped around Taehyung’s neck, their bodies pressed flush against each other, warmth spilling between them in waves. Every movement was a confession—one he refused to let Taehyung ignore.
Then—Jimin bit down softly on Taehyung’s lower lip.
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Taehyung gasped.
A sound escaped him—deep, breathless, unrestrained.
And Jimin took his chance.
With one smooth motion, he deepened the kiss even further, slipping his tongue inside, teasing, exploring, tasting. His own heart thundered in his chest, but he wasn’t afraid.
He wanted to make Taehyung feel it.
Every touch. Every stolen breath. Every ounce of love he’d been holding back.
Saliva glistened at the corner of their lips, their breath mingling as the kiss grew messy, desperate.
But then—
Taehyung snapped out of it.
With a sharp inhale, his hands shot up, gripping Jimin’s shoulders.
He ripped himself away.
"Stop this!" Taehyung's voice was hoarse, breaking with emotion.
Jimin’s eyes widened, his lips red and swollen, his heart hammering.
"Why?" he whispered, his voice fragile yet unwavering.
"Why should I stop?" ★° • . • ★ • ° • .★★. • ° • .
Hey everyone! I know I’ve kept you waiting for too long, and I’m really sorry for the delay. Life got super busy, but I never forgot about Secretly Feeling for You. Thank you so much for your patience and support—it truly means the world to me!
Finally, here’s a brand new episode for you! I hope you love it, and I’ll do my best to update more frequently from now on. Love you all!
