PROJECT K001

Untitled Part 57

The hour had grown late, but the golden glow of the ballroom remained untouched—immaculate and endless. From the grand chandelier above, shimmering light spilled like captured starlight, refracting against crystal flutes and sequin-covered gowns. But in the middle of it all, there was only one thing that kept the world breathless:

Them.

The boy with midnight eyes dancing between the twin forces of shadow and fire.

V's hand was at Jungkook's waist—firm, anchoring. His other hand held the younger's fingers gently, guiding him in a slow waltz as if they were the only two who had ever heard the music. And despite the room watching, despite every hungry eye tracking their every movement, the moment felt like a private confession between heartbeats.

Taehyung leaned back against one of the white stone columns nearby, watching—his dark gaze possessive, full of something softer than envy. Full of something holy. His glass of wine remained untouched. His smile curved only for them.

And then, as if answering some unspoken signal, V spun Jungkook out, fingertips trailing down the younger's arm—before releasing him.

Only for Taehyung to step in smoothly, catching Jungkook in his arms mid-twirl.

Gasps sounded softly around the room.

But Jungkook's breath was the loudest among them all.

He didn't need to fake surprise anymore. Not with them.

Taehyung's touch was warmer than V's. His fingers brushed against Jungkook's pulse point. His grip was less like a lead and more like a cradle—gentle, steady, drawing Jungkook closer until there was no air between their chests. He bent slightly at the waist, murmuring against Jungkook's temple.

"Still want to be seen, baby?"

Jungkook's lashes fluttered.

"I want to be felt."

Taehyung chuckled under his breath, a sound that made Jungkook shiver. "Then feel this."

He didn't lean in for a kiss. Not in front of them. Not here.

But he held Jungkook like he was something sacred—and suddenly, that was more intimate than any kiss ever could be.

And when the song ended, there was no applause.

Only silence.

Only awe.

The kind of silence that could destroy reputations or build empires.

—

They didn't stay much longer.

The whispers had become too thick, the air too hot with speculation. And though Jungkook was calm on the outside, he could feel his heart spiraling faster, thoughts flickering like flashes of light beneath his skin. V noticed first.

With a single look, he stepped to Taehyung's side and murmured, "Time to go."

Taehyung didn't question.

They guided Jungkook toward the private exit—V's hand resting protectively on the small of his back while Taehyung walked ahead, clearing their path. No one dared stop them.

And even as they left, the eyes never did.

Even as they vanished into the velvet night, the ballroom felt hollow in their absence.

—

Back inside the car, the silence was thicker than the night outside.

Jungkook sat between them again—body too tense, fingers twisting into his lap as if trying to keep something inside. The storm brewing within him wasn't made of fear, though.

It was something more reckless.

Something hot.

Something dangerous.

He turned to V first, then Taehyung. And without speaking, he reached out—resting his hand softly on each of their thighs.

Taehyung was the first to react, inhaling sharply.

V looked down at the gesture, his jaw tightening just enough to betray how affected he was.

"Koo..." Taehyung warned, low and hoarse.

Jungkook didn't pull away. "You said I should feel it. So I am."

V's hand moved slowly, covering Jungkook's—thumb brushing over his knuckles with silent reverence. "Not here."

Jungkook leaned his head on V's shoulder, glancing toward Taehyung from beneath lowered lashes.

"Then take me home."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

But it commanded them.

And gods, did they obey.

—

The moment the door to the mansion closed behind them, Jungkook was pinned against it.

By both.

V's mouth hovered dangerously close to his neck—warm breath fanning against the skin just below his ear—while Taehyung's fingers slid under the silk hem of his suit jacket, curling around his waist as if to say you're ours.

Jungkook didn't resist. He melted—back arching just enough for his body to press against both of theirs. The tension between them had been building for too long, buried beneath too many careful looks and chaste moments. Now it cracked open like a dam.

"You looked divine tonight," V murmured, nose tracing a slow path down Jungkook's throat.

Taehyung kissed just below Jungkook's ear. "You had everyone on their knees without even knowing."

Jungkook's voice was breathy. "But only you get to touch."

"And only we ever will," V growled, finally allowing his lips to press firmly to Jungkook's skin—claiming. Anchoring. Tasting.

They didn't drag him upstairs.

They carried him.

One hand under each thigh, Jungkook wrapped around them, clinging, trembling—not from fear, but from something rawer. Something laced in devotion and burning need.

When the door to the master bedroom opened, it wasn't with a bang.

It was reverent.

Like a temple receiving its god.

—

Later, hours later, after touch gave way to breathless laughter and sleepy weightless limbs tangled beneath silken sheets, the three of them lay beneath the same warmth. Jungkook nestled in the middle, head on V's chest, fingers tangled with Taehyung's.

And for the first time in a long time... he felt found.

Not hidden. Not caged.

Just home.

"I think they'll know soon," Jungkook murmured softly, half-asleep.

V's fingers carded through his hair. "Let them."

Taehyung pulled the covers higher. "What they think doesn't matter."

"You matter," V whispered against his temple.

"And you're ours," Taehyung added.

And the soft sound Jungkook made in reply wasn't a word. It was a sigh.

The kind lovers make when they stop running.

The kind made when war is no longer necessary.

Because love... had won.