PROJECT K001

Untitled Part 29

Jungkook pushed the door open gently. No words. Just a sound. A soft squeak of bare feet on marble.

V didn't look at him.

But he didn't tell him to leave, either.

Jungkook padded closer, standing before the desk with his fingers curled in the sleeves of his robe. "Can Koo come in?"

V's jaw twitched. "You're already here."

"Daddy mad at Koo?" he asked, voice barely a breath.

V finally looked at him. Eyes tired. Too tired. "No."

"You no cuddle," Jungkook pointed out, pouting.

"You're not a toy, Jungkook," V said softly. "You're not here to entertain us when we're in the mood."

The words stung. But Jungkook didn't flinch. "Koo know that. Koo just wants Daddy happy."

"And what makes you think you have to make me happy?"

"'Cause..." Jungkook came closer, crawling onto the edge of the desk like a slow-moving cat. "Koo loves Daddy."

V's breath caught.

Jungkook sat cross-legged, silk flowing around him, fingers tugging at the buttons of his robe until his chest peeked through. "And when Daddy don't smile, Koo gets sad too."

V sat back, eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight. "That's not fair, Koo."

"What isn't?" Jungkook blinked innocently, leaning forward until their faces were close.

"That you're using that voice. That look." V's tone was tighter now. "You don't even know what you're doing."

"I do," Jungkook whispered, letting his fingers drift across the desk until they touched V's hand. "Koo knows Daddy likes when he's soft. And needy. And bad."

V gripped his wrist suddenly, not hard, but firm enough to still him. "You think I want you to be bad?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, smile curling. "Just a little."

The tension snapped. Not completely. But enough for V to stand, circle the desk, and lift the boy right off it. Jungkook gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders as V carried him toward the chaise in the corner like a man on a mission.

He dropped them both into the cushions, sprawling Jungkook across his lap, fingers moving over silk and skin as if to check he was real.

"Tell me again," V murmured against his ear, brushing his lips along the lobe. "Why are you here?"

"Koo missed you."

"And?"

"Koo wanna fix the quiet."

V kissed his throat, then lower, pulling the robe apart with careful fingers. "Then don't speak for a while, bunny. Let me listen to you instead."

Jungkook gasped softly when V's arms tightened around him, the man's hands large and possessive, spreading across his waist like they were meant to mold him into place. The robe slipped from his shoulder, exposing a pale sliver of skin that V traced with slow, reverent fingers.

"You always wear the softest things when you want something," V murmured against Jungkook's neck, voice low and gravelly with tension he hadn't let out for days.

Jungkook, breathing lightly, tilted his head to the side in silent offering, his lashes fluttering like wings. "Koo always soft for Daddy," he whispered, a playful lilt in his voice even as his pulse fluttered beneath V's lips.

The chaise they fell into groaned beneath their weight, the fabric of Jungkook's robe pooling like water around his legs. V kissed down his neck, slow and deliberate, letting the boy feel each press of his mouth, each shift of his breath. It was possessive, not rushed—a quiet reclamation of something he'd nearly pushed away.

Jungkook mewled quietly when V's teeth grazed the edge of his collarbone. His fingers found V's chest, clinging there, delicate but needy.

"Did you miss Daddy?" V asked, lips brushing his skin like silk.

Jungkook nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with something between tears and want. "Lots. Koo felt empty without you."

V's grip around his waist tightened. "I should've come to you sooner."

Jungkook leaned in, brushing their noses together. "You came now."

There were no rushed movements. No impatient pulling or frantic touches. Everything V did was slow—palms sliding beneath soft fabric, knuckles grazing thighs, mouth worshipping the curve of Jungkook's shoulder. He guided Jungkook gently backward until the boy was laid out against the chaise, breath hitched, lips parted, robe completely undone and forgotten.

One of V's hands brushed through his hair, cradling the back of his head as their foreheads touched. He kissed him there—on the space between brows, then the tip of his nose, then finally, his mouth.

The kiss was deep but tender. Tongue sliding against tongue in slow rhythm, breath mingling, sighs melting into one another.

"Mine," V murmured between kisses. "You always were."

Jungkook giggled softly, wriggling beneath him just enough to make mischief. "Koo never left."

V smiled into the kiss, hand trailing lower, exploring every inch he'd missed, mapping it like something sacred. When Jungkook gasped again—this time, higher and breathier—V shushed him with a press of lips to his temple.

"Just feel," he whispered, "Don't think. I've got you, bun."

Outside, the rain slid down the windows like melting glass.

Inside, warmth returned to the walls.

And for the first time in days, neither of them felt alone.

Not with words.

But with warmth. Skin. Sighs.

Afterwards, Jungkook lay curled on V's chest, humming contentedly. His fingers traced slow shapes on the older man's stomach, still glowing from the afterburn of intimacy and whispered apologies.

"Daddy," he murmured sleepily, "Koo feel better now."

V didn't speak. But his hand stroked Jungkook's back gently, rhythmically, like a man who'd remembered how to breathe again.

And from the doorway, hidden just out of sight, Taehyung watched with arms crossed and eyes soft.

He didn't interrupt.

Not this time.

But tomorrow, he'd remind V that the three of them weren't just surviving anymore.

They were learning to love.

Together.