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The four of them were comfortably in the hotel living room, eating Korean food in the air of Europe. The live had been running smoothly for nearly half an hour, the viewer count steadily climbing higher in each minute.
Namjoon sat a little further, looking relaxed, more focused on his eating. Jimin had claimed another further seat, legs stretched out, laughing freely at every joke and eating.
Jin and Taehyung sat side by side in the center, thighs pressed together under the table. Jin’s broad shoulder brushed Taehyung’s with every small movement, the casual closeness feeling natural after years together yet somehow always heavier under the unblinking eye of the camera.
Jin turned toward Taehyung. “Taehyung-ah?”
Taehyung nodded, as his chopsticks kept finding its way into his mouth. His blonde hair fell softly over his forehead, and the warm lighting made his skin glow.
“You are a train driver,” Jin began. “On one track, there are five random people. On the other track is Jimin. Who do you run over?”
Taehyung answered instantly, without a flicker of hesitation. “Jimin.”
Staffs laughed behind the camera. Namjoon let out a surprised laugh beside them. “That was immediate.”
Jin forced a laugh, but inside his chest something sharp twisted. He kept his tone playful. “Five people now, Tae. Five lives. Not Jimin?”
Taehyung shrugged, cheeks puffy with full of food and eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced at Jin. “Jimin.”
Jin’s smile tightened. He could feel the heat building behind his ribs. “Ten people?”
“Still Jimin,” Taehyung replied easily still munching and , shifting a little closer so their arms pressed together. The casual touch sent another spark through Jin.
“Hundred.” Jin pressed, voice rising slightly.
“Jimin.”
The jealousy burned hotter now, a slow, uncomfortable flame licking at Jin’s insides. He tried to ignore the way his fingers itched to grip something. “One thousand people or Jimin.”
Taehyung looked straight at him, calm and unwavering. “Jimin.”
“Ten thousand,” Jin challenged, voice lower, more intense. “Ten thousand people versus Jimin.”
Taehyung didn’t miss a beat. “No hesitation. I would save Jimin.” He turned to Jimin giggling, hand motioning how he would steer the wheel to other people instead of Jimin.
Jimin shook his head and focused on his food. “I don’t like these what if questions. They’re too weird.”
Jin tore his eyes away from Taehyung to Jimin and laughed, though it sounded a little strained even to his own ears. “I like it.”
Taehyung hummed beside him, completely relaxed as he focused on his food as well. “I love it.”
The burn in Jin’s chest flared into something sharper, hotter—possessiveness curling tight around his ribs. “Then marry the ‘what if.’”
Taehyung went quiet for a moment. His playful expression faltered, as his chopsticks paused just for some seconds, clearly sensing the shift before he started singing.
Jin stared at him, the jealousy still simmering low in his chest, now tangled with pure disbelief and a reluctant fondness that refused to be ignored. A soft laugh bubbled out of him before he could stop it. Such a brat, he thought, the words warm despite everything.
The live continued—but for Jin, the entire world had narrowed down to the man beside him. Bratty, sharp-tongued, and far too good at pressing every single one of his buttons.
It wasn’t long before the game turned on him.
“Four hours of sleep or fourteen hours of sleep?”
Jin kept picking fourteen without hesitation. Taehyung’s expression soured, lips pressing into a think line as he leaned closer. “Okay let me add things!” He tried, voice sweet in that dangerous way of his. He rattled off every possible downside he could think of—anything to make the longer option sound unbearable. But Jin stayed stubborn refusing to bend.
Jimin, watching quietly from the side, understood perfectly. A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he leaned forward.
“What if… Taehyung is whispering in your ear all those 14 hours?” Jin blinked, caught off guard by the shift, but he recovered with a bright laugh. He couldn’t deny. “ I will be annoyed.” He answered without hesitation. The thought of Taehyung’s low voice murmuring against his ear, warm breath ghosting over his skin night after night for fourteen hours, it was too easy to imagine.
Taehyung giggled before leaning in without warning. He cupped his hands around his mouth and angled his head so his lips hovered right beside Jin’s ear, voice low yet, loud enough for Jin to feel the vibration. “Are you sleeping well?”
A twitch pulsed through Jin’s dick at the intimate whisper, heat rushing straight down as his body reacted instantly to Taehyung’s proximity. His thighs tensed hard against the table, and a slightly dazed, breathy smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it. His fingers came to his chin as he pictured it — Taehyung’s deep voice in the dark, husky and teasing, dragging him deeper into bed. “Then I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.” He said.
The words slipped out before he could filter them — heavy with unintended meaning. The double meaning hung thick in the air between them. Heat flooded Jin’s neck and cheeks. Taehyung whispering could never be a bad option.
Taehyung heard it clearly. For a split second, something dark and knowing flickering across his expression. He caught the implication immediately.
But he was quick. He pulled back and smoothly diverted with another question. “And then you can’t wake up?
Jin let out a shaky laugh, grateful for the save even as his heart hammered and his cock continued to throb traitorously against the fabric of his jeans. He shifted slightly on the chair, trying to ease the sudden discomfort without drawing more attention.
—————
By the time they waved goodbye to the fans and the stream finally ended, Taehyung’s cheeks were flushed a deep, stubborn pink that refused to fade. He kept smiling softly, eyes darting away behind the camera whenever Jin looked at him too long.
Jin, still riding the adrenaline, every few seconds he’d glance over and wink at him. Taehyung’s blush only burned hotter.
“Alright, I’m going to shower,” Jin announced finally once the staff had packed up and left the room. Taehyung had already showered earlier after coming back from the concert.
While Jin disappeared into his room, he quietly picked up the two fancy chocolates that had been gifted to them during the live. He slipped into the hallway to Jin’s room. The room was open for him as he expected.
He sat on the edge of Jin’s bed. A few minutes later Jin emerged from the shower, hair damp and tousled, a white towel slung low around his hips. Water still clung to his broad shoulders and collarbones. He paused in the doorway when he saw Taehyung, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Taehyung held out his open palm, the two chocolates resting there. “Here.”
Jin raised an eyebrow. “I told you I don’t like sweets.”
Taehyung pouted instantly, lips pushing out in that devastating way he knew worked on Jin every single time. “I brought them for you. So you have to eat it.”
Jin chuckled and stepped closer, took one chocolate, and unwrapping it he popped it into his mouth. “Bossy tonight,” he muttered around the sweet.
Taehyung giggled and ate the other one.
While Jin slipped on loose black sweatpants and a soft oversized shirt, he asked over his shoulder, “What’s your plan tomorrow? It’s already almost 3 AM.”
Taehyung flopped backward onto Jin’s bed, stretching out across the sheets. “I don’t know… Maybe I’ll go talk with Hobi-hyung.”
“Besides I have to go to Paris too.”
Jin finished changing and turned around. The moment he saw Taehyung sprawled on his bed like he belonged there, he crawled onto the mattress, hovering over his body.
Taehyung looked up smiling as strong arms slid behind his upper back, cradling him, pulling him up slightly. Their mouths crashed together. Taehyung responded instantly — lips parting with a soft, eager moan, tongue sliding against Jin’s, hands fisting tightly in the back of Jin’s shirt. He arched up into the kiss, body already heating under Jin’s weight.
Jin’s mouth moved demandingly against Taehyung’s, tilting his head for a better angle, savoring the soft, needy sounds Taehyung made. He pulled back just enough to trail open mouth kisses along Taehyung’s chin, then down to the sensitive skin of his neck. He sucked lightly, then harder. “You have such a boring boyfriend, right?” He murmured against his neck, breath hot on the sweaty skin.
Taehyung moaned softly. His one hand fisted in Jin’s hair, one caressed his broad back, hips shifting restlessly beneath him. “Kinda…” he breathed, half-laughing, half-gasping as Jin kissed a particularly sensitive spot below his ear.
Jin wasted no time stripping Taehyung completely naked, peeling off every layer with impatient hands — shirt tossed aside, pants and underwear dragged down long legs and thrown to the floor. Taehyung helped frantically, lifting his hips, kicking fabric away until he lay completely bare beneath Jin, cock already half-hard and leaking against his stomach.
Jin remained fully clothed — the contrast making Taehyung feel exposed and desperately turned on. He hovered over him again, eyes dark. He lowered his head and latched onto one of Taehyung’s nipples, sucking hard. Taehyung bit his lips, fingers threading into Jin’s damp hair.
“A huge boring!” He gasped, hips jerking. Jin chuckled against his nipple and sucked greedily, tongue flicking the sensitive bud before switching to the other nipple, giving it the same wet treatment until both nipples were swollen, red, and glistening. Taehyung writhed underneath him, moaning openly, thighs trembling as he spread them wider without thinking.
Jin moved lower, sucking marks across Taehyung’s body— dark, possessive bruises blooming under his mouth. He licked down Taehyung’s sternum, then dragged his tongue back to a nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth again. Taehyung’s head fell back and he closed his eyes.
“So Jimin matters to you more than me?” Jin suddenly said against wet skin. Taehyung’s eyes flew open, breath hitching. “What—?”
Jin didn’t let him finish. He pulled one nipple hard between his teeth. Taehyung hissed the sound breaking into a desperate whine as pleasure-shot straight to his cock making it twitched hard against his abdomen.
Jin released the nipple, eyes blazing as he stared up at Taehyung’s flushed, wrecked face. “What if I was among those thousand people, Taehyung-ah? Would you still choose Jimin?”
Taehyung’s breath came in short, ragged pants. His hands clutched at Jin’s shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric of his shirt. His cock was fully hard now, flushed dark and leaking steadily onto his stomach. He looked utterly debauched.
“Jin…” He whimpered and rolled his hips up, desperately seeking friction on Jin’s clothed ones.
Jin leaned back down, sucking another bruise right below Taehyung’s collarbone. “Answer me,” he murmured hotly against skin, then latched onto the other nipple again, sucking hard while his hand finally wrapped around Taehyung’s aching cock, giving it one slow, torturous stroke. “Jimin matters to you more than me?”
Taehyung’s chest heaved, nipples puffy from Jin’s mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
“Just how Jungkook matters to you the most,” Taehyung shot back, voice husky.
Jin’s brows furrowed deeply as his head turned up. A low, displeased sound rumbled in his chest. His hand slid down Taehyung’s body, past the leaking cock, until his fingers reached the cleft of Taehyung’s ass. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over Taehyung’s tight hole, circling over it slowly, pressing just enough to make Taehyung gasp and clench.
He surged up and kissed Taehyung again — deep, claiming, pulling Taehyung’s plump lower lip between his teeth and sucking on it hard before releasing it. “What the hell do you mean by that?” He stared.
Taehyung’s pretty face was flushed deep pink, his dyed hair framing his features in soft waves that made him look almost unfairly sweet and fuckable under the dim bedroom lights. His lips were swollen from kissing, eyes glassy with arousal.
“You ignore me on stage…” Taehyung murmured, a little pout forming. As he spoke, the tip of his tongue slipped out slightly to wet his lower lip.
“This damn tongue.” Jin’s gaze locked onto that pink tongue. He surged again and closed his lips tightly around it. Taehyung’s voice muffled as he sucked on it harder, drawing the warm, wet muscle deeper into his own mouth.
Taehyung moaned loudly, the sound broken and needy. His entire body jerked, hips bucking up as his hand flew beside his head to clutch desperately at bed sheets, fingers digging into the fabric so hard. He couldn’t pull away — Jin kept sucking on his tongue with desperate pulls, eyes half-lidded and locked on Taehyung’s wrecked expression the entire time.
The wet heat surrounding his tongue, the teasing finger still rubbing circles over his hole — it was overwhelming. Taehyung whimpered helplessly into Jin’s mouth, cock twitching hard between their bodies, leaking more precum onto his own skin.
Only when Taehyung started trembling and pushed at him by his chest did Jin finally release his tongue, a thin string of saliva still connecting them. He stared down at Taehyung, his voice dangerous. “You think I ignore you?”
His finger pressed more firmly against Taehyung’s rim, almost breaching but not quite yet. “Yes,” Taehyung breathed, defiant even while trembling with need.
Jin’s eyes flashed. He dropped his head and latched onto Taehyung’s neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin as he pushed one finger inside him in one thrust.
“Ah—!” Taehyung moaned loudly, head falling back against the bed. His hole clenched tightly around the invading finger, hot and silky inside, making his cock twitch and spill another bead of precum onto his stomach.
Jin pumped his finger in and out, curling it just enough to brush against his prostate. “You know how much I love you,” he murmured, sucking another bruise right below Taehyung’s ear. “I’m insane about you, Taehyung. Fucking crazy for you.”
Taehyung whimpered at the words, heat flooding his entire body. He wrapped both arms tightly around Jin’s back, pulling the older man down harder against him even though Jin was still fully clothed to have the skin to skin contact. The contrast of fabric against his bare, overheated skin made him shudder. He crashed their mouths together in a searing kiss.
Taehyung kissed him like he meant it. He kissed him harder, messier, lips sliding wetly as he rocked his hips back against the finger inside him.
When Taehyung finally started to pull back for air, Jin chased his mouth instantly. Their lips locked again in a heated slide, refusing to separate. Jin pressed forward, deepening the kiss with a hungry groan, tongues stroking and sucking as if they couldn’t bear even a second apart. He pushed a second finger inside Taehyung’s tight heat without warning.
“Mmmph—!” Taehyung moaned loudly into Jin’s mouth, the sound muffled by their locked lips. His hole clenched hard around the sudden stretch, two dry fingers now pumping slowly in and out of him, scissoring gently to open him up. The burn was perfect, pleasure sparking up his spine with every curl of Jin’s fingers against his prostate.
Jin kept kissing him through it, refusing to let go. He chased every little gasp and whimper as he fucked Taehyung deeper with fingers.
“Does everyone know?” Taehyung broke the kiss gasping and whispered breathlessly, voice wrecked. “That you’re this insane about me?”
The words barely left his mouth before Jin snapped. He pulled back just enough to rip his own clothes off in a frantic rush — shirt yanked over his head and thrown aside, sweatpants shoved down and kicked away. The second he was naked, he lined up and pushed inside Taehyung in one hard, deep thrust.
Taehyung’s mouth falling open in a silent cry as Jin buried himself to the core in one go. The sudden stretch and fullness made his eyes roll back, his eyes stinged.
“Does it matter?” Jin growled as he started fucking him hard. “You know it. I know it.”
He braced one hand beside Taehyung’s head, hips snapping forward in powerful thrusts that rocked the entire bed. His other hand wrapped around Taehyung’s leaking cock, pumping it in tight, fast strokes in time with his thrusts.
Taehyung shook underneath him, body jolting with every snap of Jin’s hips. “I don’t like it—” he gasped out, voice trembling.
Jin immediately hooked his arms under Taehyung’s thighs and pulled his legs up and around his waist. “Don’t start this, baby,” he warned, voice strained as he drilled into him even harder. “We’ve talked about this so many times.”
Taehyung’s mouth stayed open in a constant moan, eyes watery as Jin dropped his head and sucked hard on one of his sensitive nipples again, teeth grazing the swollen bud while he kept pounding deep inside him.
“I’ve told you many times,” Taehyung breathed shakily between moans, “I don’t like this stupid game—”
Jin’s expression darkened with anger. He fucked Taehyung harder, hips slamming forward with sharp thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“I’ve told you,”He snarled, voice tight with frustration, “you can do anything with me on stage and I never say a fucking word to you.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, tears of pleasure and irritation fell down the corners of his eyes. “Why should it always be me?”
“Taehyung, please stop—” Jin growled, voice breaking with both arousal and annoyance. He slammed in particularly deep, stroking Taehyung’s cock even harder, thumb pressing over the slick head. “You know I’m doing this to save you! This is how marketing here works. It’s either you or me who has to do it—”
Taehyung came with a broken scream, body seizing up as his cock pulsed hard in Jin’s fist, painting his own stomach and chest with thick whites. The tight clench of his hole pushed Jin over the edge right after. Jin kissed him again as he buried himself deep and came inside him, filling Taehyung with hot cum.
For a few seconds they stayed locked together, panting into each other’s mouths.
Then it truly hit.
Taehyung shoved at Jin’s chest, eyes flashing with anger. “Get off,” he hissed, pushing Jin’s worn out cock out of him with a shaky hand. Cum leaked down his thighs as he twisted away, breathing hard.
Without another word, he rolled off the bed, grabbing the first thing he saw — Jin’s discarded shirt — and yanked it over his head. It barely covered the tops of his thighs.
Jin sat up quickly, chest still heaving.
“Taehyung, wait—”
“No.” Taehyung’s voice cracked as he stood, fists clenched at his sides. “I’m tired of this same conversation every time. You always say it’s to protect me, but you ignore me like I’m nothing while you’re all sweet and touchy with everyone else. I hate it.”
Jin’s face twisted with sadness. He got off the bed, still completely naked, and reached for him. “That’s not fair. You know it’s not like that—”
“It feels like that!” Taehyung shouted, eyes glistening. “Every single time! You tell me I can do whatever I want with you on stage but I’m your boyfriend, not just another member you have to manage! Why are you so scared?”
He stormed toward the door, legs still unsteady from how hard Jin had fucked him. “Taehyung, please—” Jin’s voice broke. He followed him quickly, frustration and sorrow warring on his face. The moment Taehyung reached for the doorknob, Jin grabbed his wrist and spun him around.
“Don’t go like this,” He begged, eyes wet. He always hated tears in Taehyung’s eyes. He cupped Taehyung’s flushed cheeks with both hands and kissed him desperately. Taehyung stiffened for a second before melting slightly into the kiss, but he still pulled back.
“Hyung…”
“I’m sorry,” Jin whispered against his lips, kissing him again and again — small, pleading kisses on his swollen mouth, his cheeks, the corner of his eye where the tears had escaped.
“I’m so fucking sorry. I hate making you feel like this. You’re not nothing to me. You’re my everything. I’m insane about you, baby, you know that. Please don’t leave like this.”
Taehyung’s shoulders trembled. He looked away, biting his lip hard. “Then stop treating me like that.” Jin’s arms dropped to wrap tightly around Taehyung’s waist, refusing to let him pull away completely.
“It’s best for us, Taehyung-ah,” he said quietly and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “This world is ugly. You know that. I’m trying to protect what’s special between us. The world doesn’t know what we are… and they can’t. On stage we can act like strangers, or even worse — like enemies if we have to. But we know the truth. Our close ones know. That’s enough for now. Please, Taehyung… try to understand.”
Taehyung’s eyes filled with fresh tears. He shook his head fiercely and grabbed Jin’s wrist, pulling his hand down from his waist, not wanting to look at him.
“You are so cruel, hyung,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Do you really think we will always be limited in this four-walled world? Then you are wrong!” His voice rose, trembling with hurt and anger as he looked at Jin finally. “And a coward!” The words hit Jin like a slap. He flinched visibly, eyes widening with pain.
Taehyung took a shaky step back. “I’m tired,” he continued, voice breaking. “Tired of pretending. Tired of being told it’s for our own good. If you really loved me the way you say you do, you wouldn’t be okay with keeping us trapped here forever.”
Jin’s hands fell to his sides. His throat worked as he tried to find words, but nothing came out immediately. The silence between them felt heavier than anything that had happened that night.
Taehyung stared at Jin for a long, painful second, eyes shining with disappointment. He didn’t say anything else. He simply turned around, yanked the door open, and walked out of the room, Jin’s oversized shirt barely covering him as he unlocked the door of his own room right beside Jin’s.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Jin stood frozen in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked, skin still flushed from sex and emotion. For a few seconds he just stared at the closed door. Then his face crumpled.
He stumbled back until his legs hit the edge of the bed and sat down heavily. His elbows rested on his knees as he buried his face in his hands.
“Taehyung always misunderstands me…” he whispered brokenly to the empty room. His voice cracked. “I’m not… I’m not trying to hurt him. Why does he always think the worst of me?” The room still smelled like sex and Taehyung’s cologne. The sheets were a mess, stained with how desperately they had wanted each other just minutes ago.
“I’m trying to protect us,” he choked out, “Why can’t he see that? I love him so much… I’m terrified of losing him. But he thinks I’m a coward…”
Jin curled forward, arms wrapping around his own stomach as the weight of the fight crashed down on him. The silence in the room felt suffocating without Taehyung’s voice, without his warmth.
———
The next day passed in painful silence.
They barely looked at each other. No texts. No lingering glances. When it was time to go on stage, they stood side by side in the waiting area with the rest of the members, but not a single word was exchanged. The air between them felt thick.
During the performance of “They Don’t Know About Us,” Taehyung turned toward him like he usually did — that familiar intimate moment they had shared so many times before. Jin’s heart stuttered. He rubbed his lips with his fingers , the gesture slow and deliberate, eyes dark with want as he tried to show Taehyung just how badly he still craved him.
Taehyung paused, then reached over and playfully placed his sunglasses on his eyes, Jin felt a rush of relief and happiness bloom in his chest. Maybe Taehyung isn’t that angry anymore.
But as the concert continues, from across the stage, Jin couldn’t stop staring.
Taehyung was in a tank top, lean muscles glistening with sweat under the burning lights. Every movement made the fabric cling to his body. He looked devastatingly hot tonight — powerful, beautiful, and untouchable.
Jin’s old insecurities clawed at him. Does someone like me really deserve this kind of beauty?
His heart raced violently when he stepped closer to Taehyung during Fire. What if he rejects me right here? The thought made his stomach twist, but he pushed forward anyway. He wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s shoulder as they moved across the stage together, singing in sync. For a brief second, Taehyung smiled — small, almost shy — and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he quickly controlled himself.
But they separated soon without another word or glance.
After the concert, they returned to the hotel. Taehyung rested for a short while, then left for Paris without saying goodbye. Jin found out through the staff. They still hadn’t spoken. Jin missed him terribly.
Taehyung was staying in the room right beside his, but Jin forced himself to give him space which Jin was now regretting.
He sat on the couch in his own room, picking at food across from Jimin.
Jimin was chatting lightly when Jin’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen — staff. He answered with a tired sigh.
“Jin-ssi, Jungkook is doing another drunk live. Can you join him like last time to help calm things down?”
Jin’s jaw tightened. Irritation flared hot in his chest. “I’m sick,” he said flatly. “I can’t.” He hung up without waiting for a reply.
Jimin paused mid-bite, chopsticks hovering near his mouth. He studied Jin’s face carefully.
“What happened, hyung?” He asked softly, concern clear in his eyes. “You’ve been weird since yesterday. And Taehyung… he left for Paris without saying much to anyone. Did you two fight?”
Jin’s shoulders slumped and looked down. He let out a long, exhausted breath but didn’t answer right away. He stared at his half-eaten food for a long moment before he finally opened up. Jimin listened quietly, occasionally nodding. When Jin finished, he let out a laugh, shaking his head.
“You guys are so opposite sometimes. I genuinely wonder how you two even started liking each other. Look at you and him. He’s so bold and expressive… and you’re so shy and careful with everything. It’s like fire and water.”
Jin didn’t laugh. He felt a sharp sting in his chest at the words and looked down at his plate, poking at a piece of meat with his chopsticks. He didn’t like it — not the comparison, but the casual way Jimin pointed out their differences like it was obvious they shouldn’t work.
Because they did work. They had so many things in common.
They both loved playing golf together, teasing each other over bad swings. They could spend hours playing the same video games, shouting at the screen side by side. Late nights watching anime — curled up together, sharing snacks and theories about the plot. Their taste in endorsing brands was same too; they often sent each other screenshots of campaigns they liked.
Most importantly, they shared their deepest thoughts with each other — late-night conversations about fears, dreams, and the pressure of this life that no one else fully understood.
Jin didn’t say any of that out loud. He just gave a small, tight smile and changed the subject.
The members went out for a private dinner at a high-end restaurant. The atmosphere was relaxed on the surface, but Jin felt Taehyung’s absence like a missing limb.
Halfway through the meal, Jungkook grinned and shoved his phone toward the center of the table.
“Look at Taehyungie-hyung in Paris!” he said excitedly.
Jin’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He leaned forward slightly, eyes locking onto the screen.
The photos were stunning. Taehyung was wearing a bold red suit that hugged his frame perfectly. The coat was open, revealing a generous view of his toned chest and sharp collarbones. His hair was styled back sleekly, exposing his forehead. He looked less traditionally Korean and more like a handsome English gentleman — refined, magnetic, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Jin forced himself to look away and continue eating, but his mind was no longer on the food. God, he’s so pretty. The thought kept repeating. Taehyung had always been beautiful to him, but seeing him like this — confident, glowing, thriving even while they were fighting — made something ache deep in Jin’s chest.
In this exhausting life, if there was one thing Jin felt he had truly gained besides the love of their fans and the fame he worked so hard for, it was Kim Taehyung who chose him.
Jin couldn’t help, he put down his chopsticks and quietly pulled out his own phone under the table. His fingers hovered for a moment before he typed a simple message and sent it.
Jin: All the best.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, heart beating faster than it should. Later, while sitting in the back of the car on the way back to the hotel, his phone vibrated. Jin’s breath caught when he saw the reply.
Taehyung: thank you hyung.
Jin stared at the three words until the screen went dark, a sad, longing smile tugging at his lips. He leaned his head against the car window, watching the city lights blur past, already missing the man who was both right beside him in spirit and thousands of miles away.
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Taehyung stood in the luxurious Paris hotel room, bags already packed. He had to leave for Brussels in less than an hour. A small, tired smile touched his lips as he thought about the last two days. The fashion show had been incredible. It had kept his mind occupied, pulling him away from the ache in his chest, at least for a little while. He was grateful for that.
He turned toward the full-length mirror and slowly buttoned up the checkered blue shirt he had chosen for travel. The fabric was soft against his skin. He adjusted the collar, tilting his head slightly as he studied his reflection.
He looked pretty. He knew he did. The kind of pretty that turned heads wherever he went.
But the thought only made his chest tighten.
He missed Jin’s touch and his warmth.
He missed those hands sliding around his waist from behind, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt just to tease him. He missed the way Jin would press kisses along his neck while muttering how good he looked.
He missed being pulled close, being wanted so desperately when they were alone.
Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, letting the quiet longing wash over him before pushing it down. He grabbed his bag and left for the airport.
When he finally reached Brussels, the staffs escorted him straight to the hotel. The room was quiet, but it felt too big. Too empty. He changed into comfortable clothes, washed his face, and collapsed onto the bed. He had only a few precious hours to sleep before soundcheck. Just as he was drifting off, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Taehyung’s heart jumped. For one foolish second, he thought — hoped — it was Jin. That maybe he couldn’t stay away any longer.
But when he opened the door, it was Namjoon and Hoseok standing there with gentle smiles.
“Hey, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon said softly. “Just wanted to check on you. How was Paris?”
They talked for a while — Taehyung smiled and responded, grateful for them, but the ache in his chest never fully eased.
After they left, Taehyung closed the door and leaned against it for a long moment. He sighed deeply, the sound heavy in the silent room, then crawled back into bed. He pulled the covers over himself, curling up on his side as exhaustion finally dragged him under.
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The stage lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd deafening, but the silence between Jin and Taehyung felt louder than anything else.
During “They Don’t Know About Us,” Taehyung turned toward Jin at their usual moment, heart already aching with anticipation. But Jimin suddenly forgot his position and came between them. Jin missed the timing completely. The moment slipped away.
Taehyung felt a sharp pang in his chest — a quiet, familiar sadness — but he forced it down, plastering on a bright smile for the fans as he focused entirely on the performance. He refused to let it show. He caught glimpses of Jin fooling around with Jungkook. Taehyung looked away deliberately and didn’t give them any more attention.
“Butter” started, the tension between them was palpable. They ignored each other almost completely. Taehyung saw Jungkook back-hugging Jin from behind. Something ugly stirred deep in his chest — a mix of jealousy, hurt, and frustration that made his jaw tighten. He turned away and moved from there. He didn’t notice the way Jin’s eyes found him afterward, filled with quiet pain and longing.
The final song — “Into the Sun” — Taehyung reached out and pulled Jin closer by the shoulder, their bodies brushing as they stood side by side. They sang the notes together, voices blending beautifully in perfect harmony. But they never once looked at each other. Not even a glance.
The moment the lights went down and they rushed off stage. Taehyung’s hand shot out and grabbed Jin’s wrist. Without a word, he pulled the older man through the backstage, ignoring the staff and members around them.
He pushed open the door of the bathroom in the artists’ area and dragged Jin inside, locking the door behind them with a sharp click.
The muffled roar of their fans leaving the seats was still audible through the walls. Taehyung stood close near the door— but too close near Jin — breathing hard from the performance and the storm of emotions he could no longer contain. Sweat still clung to both of them, hair messy.
Jin’s eyes were wide as he stared at Taehyung. For a long second, neither of them spoke. Taehyung’s chest heaved. His hand was still gripping Jin’s wrist tightly. He was wearing only the loose tank top after giving his hoodie to a fan earlier- one side exposed enough that the edge of his nipple was visibly exposed — pink, perky, and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Jin’s eyes fell down instantly, pupils blown wide as they raked over Taehyung’s face, then dropped to his chest.
Without a word, he surged forward. His hands grabbed Taehyung’s waist hard, fingers digging into the warm, damp skin as he slammed their mouths together. His tongue pushed deep immediately, sliding against Taehyung’s. He licked into him like he was starving, sucking on his tongue, then pulling back just enough to catch Taehyung’s swollen lower lip between his teeth. He nibbled. He bit down with purpose until the flesh bruised under the pressure, dark and throbbing. Taehyung moaned loudly into his mouth and grabbed his shoulders.
They couldn’t stop to breathe.
Jin tilted his head, changing the angle again and again, slamming against Taehyung’s mouth in long, consuming kisses. His one hand slid up to cradle the back of Taehyung’s head, protecting it as he pushed him harder against the door, kissing him deeper, wetter, longer while the other hand gripped his waist even tighter, pulling their bodies flush together.
Saliva dripped down their chins. Their lips moved together in a messy rhythm, breaking only for the tiniest, gasping inhales before crashing back together. They couldn’t stop.
They kissed like they were drowning—long, breathless minutes of nothing but lips, tongues, and teeth, desperate inhales through noses, mouths barely separating before sealing again. Taehyung’s fingers twisted tightly in Jin’s damp hair, yanking him closer as if he still wasn’t close enough. Their chests pressed flush, hearts pounding violently against each other.
Jin broke the kiss and finally drag his mouth down. He shoved the loose sleeve of the tank top down Taehyung’s shoulder, exposing more skin, and sank his teeth lightly into the curve of muscle there. Taehyung hissed, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. His saliva ran down Taehyung’s shoulder in a wet trail, dripping slowly toward his collarbone.
Taehyung threaded his fingers into Jin’s damp hair and yanked his head back up, crashing their mouths together again. This time Taehyung kissed him just as hungrily — fierce and demanding. They stayed locked like that until both were dizzy and panting, lips bruised and shining, lungs burning for oxygen.
Even then Jin whined and latched onto Taehyung’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Taehyung moaned, hips jerking forward instinctively, grinding against Jin’s thigh.
“Missed you,” Jin rasped finally against his skin, voice rough and desperate. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”
Taehyung’s only response was to pull Jin’s head back up by his hair and kiss him again, He sucked on Jin’s tongue like he wanted to consume him, biting his lower lip hard enough to make Jin hiss. The pain only seemed to spur Jin on. He broke the kiss again and shoved the tank top off higher, exposing Taehyung’s chest completely, and latched onto one nipple, sucking it into his mouth while his hand palmed the other.
Taehyung’s head fell back against the door with a dull thud, mouth open. His hands clutched at Jin’s shoulders, nails digging in through the damp hoodie.
“Hyung…” he breathed, voice wrecked. The hurt from their fight was still there, but right now it was tangled with days of missing each other, of wanting, of hurting.
Jin pulled back just enough to look at him — lips swollen, eyes dark with love. His hand slid down, palming Taehyung’s obvious hardness through his pants.
“Tell me what you want!,” He whispered, even as his fingers pressed firmly against the bulge.
Taehyung was breathing hard. He stared at Jin for a heated second, chest heaving. Then he yanked Jin back into another bruising kiss.
He was burning.
Every breath came out shaky and desperate, his body burning up from the inside. He needed Jin so badly it hurt — a deep want that made his hands tremble as they clutched at Jin’s shoulders.
Jin groaned deeply and kissed him back just as fiercely, one hand squeezing Taehyung’s waist possessively while the other slid down to grip a handful of his ass, kneading the firm muscle roughly through his pants.
Taehyung’s arms wrapped tightly around Jin’s broad shoulders, fingers digging into like he was afraid Jin would disappear. He moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips forward shamelessly, feeling how hard Jin already was against him.
“Jin—” Taehyung gasped, voice breaking when Jin suddenly bended him around, pressing his chest against the sink counter. He yanked Taehyung’s hips back, grinding his own hard cock against Taehyung’s ass in slow rolls. The friction made Taehyung whimper. He straightened his back up and turned his head to the side, searching for Jin’s mouth. Jin met him halfway, kissing him sideways — messy, open-mouthed, and desperate — while continuing to grind hard against him, letting Taehyung feel exactly how hard and desperate he was. Saliva dripped down Taehyung’s chin from the messy angle. Jin broke the kiss and spun him around again just as to lift him onto the sink counter. He yanked Taehyung’s loose tank top up and off, tossing it somewhere behind them.
Open-mouthed kisses rained down everywhere — hot, wet, and desperate. His hands were everywhere: squeezing Taehyung’s waist, gripping his thighs, kneading his ass, pulling him closer so their cocks rubbed together through their pants.
Taehyung’s legs shook uncontrollably around Jin’s waist. His head fell back as Jin sucked and licked down his abs, leaving long trails of saliva everywhere.
“Hyung—” Taehyung chanted. He was so hard it hurt, cock straining against his pants as he tried to rock desperately against Jin’s body, chasing any friction he could get.
Jin straightened up, breathing heavily he grabbed Taehyung’s face with one hand and kissed him deep while his other hand slid down to palm Taehyung’s aching cock through his pants.
“Need you,” he growled against his lips between kisses. “Can’t fucking wait anymore.” Taehyung whimpered, nodding frantically as he pulled Jin impossibly closer, legs locked tight around him.
“Fuck it,” Jin couldn’t help, voice wrecked with need.
He yanked Taehyung’s pants and underwear down, freeing his leaking cock. It slapped against his stomach, hard and dripping. Jin shoved his own pants down to free himself, his thick cock springing out, already wet at the tip.
He lifted Taehyung higher onto the sink counter, spreading his legs wide. He then dropped to his knees and took Taehyung’s cock into his mouth in one desperate swallow.
Taehyung cursed looking down as Jin sucked him hard and fast. Spit ran down his chin as he bobbed his head, taking him deep into his throat, moaning around his length like he couldn’t get enough. One of Jin’s hands squeezed Taehyung’s thigh hard while the other stroked what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.
Taehyung’s hands fisted in Jin’s hair, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. “Hyung— oh fuck— I’m gonna—”
Jin pulled off with a pop just before he could come, breathing hard. He stood up and pulled Taehyung down. He turned their bodies slightly sideways so they had a perfect view in the mirror. He lined up his thick cock and pushed in slowly at first, watching Taehyung’s face in the reflection as he sank deeper and deeper.
The moment he bottomed out, he started fucking him hard — powerful thrusts that made Taehyung’s body jolt forward. He kept one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other wrapped around his chest, pulling him back onto his cock with every snap of his hips.
“Look at yourself,” He rasped against his ear, biting the lobe. “Look how pretty you are taking my cock.”
Taehyung’s face flushed and wrecked, mouth open in constant moans, eyes glassy with pleasure as he grabbed the edge of the counter. Jin leaned in and pulled his chin to the side before kissing him— his hips snapped forward relentlessly, cock disappearing into Taehyung’s body again and again.
“I love you,” He panted between kisses, thrusting harder. “I fucking love you so much. Every time on stage I have to stop myself from touching you the way you want. You can’t doubt this— doubt us— understand?”
Taehyung moaned loudly into the next kiss, one hand reaching back to grip Jin’s hair as his body jolted with every thrust. “Missed you— inside me— like this—” he gasped. “Don’t stop—”
Jin growled and fucked him even more intensely, changing the angle so he hit Taehyung’s prostate with every stroke. His hand moved down to stroke Taehyung’s leaking cock in fast, tight pumps while still pounding into him.
Taehyung turned and looked at the mirror. His legs shook so badly he could barely stay upright. His entire body was trembling, chest heaving, eyes locked on their reflection as Jin took him apart.
“Come for me, baby,” Jin growled, biting his shoulder. Taehyung came with a violent, broken scream, cum shooting across the sink as his hole clenched around Jin’s cock. Jin followed right after.
They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, watching each other in the mirror as they came down before a soft, breathless laughter spilled from both of them. Taehyung stumbled and grabbed the sink.
Jin grabbed his waist and dragged his lips slowly down his shoulder, kissing every mark he’d left behind with tender. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against the heated skin. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”
Taehyung shivered, tilting his head to give him more access. “I’m sorry too,” he breathed, “I know we have to cover everything… I just get scared. I know it’s not easy for you either.”
Jin nodded, pressing one last lingering kiss to his shoulder before slowly pulling out. The moment his cock slipped free, Taehyung gasped sharply — his hole clenching around nothing as a thick trail of Jin’s cum leaked down his thighs.
“Stay inside me?” Taehyung asked immediately, eyes glassy and desperate.
Jin’s gaze softened with affection and lingering heat. “Yeah. Okay, love.” He reached down for Taehyung’s discarded tank top, then lifted him back onto the sink counter.
Taehyung’s body trembled as Jin helped him slip the loose fabric over his head. Once it was on, Jin gently guided Taehyung’s feet up onto the edge of the counter, spreading his knees wide so he was completely open and exposed.
Taehyung looked down between his own legs, breathing heavily. Jin rubbed the head of his softening cock against Taehyung’s sensitive, cum-smeared hole, teasing the puffy rim before pushing back inside with a slow slide.
Even though Jin wasn’t fully hard, Taehyung was so loose and slick that it went in easily. Both of them moaned softly at the feeling of being connected again. Jin wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s waist and looked up at him seriously.
“We need to talk,”
Taehyung nodded, one hand resting on Jin’s shoulder, thumb stroking the skin.
“When we made this decision… you said yes,” Jin continued gently. “You agreed we had to be careful for both of us. I need your words only, Taehyung-ah. If you want me to give you all my attention, I’ll do it. Just tell me.”
Taehyung shook his head slowly, biting his swollen lower lip. “Then it will be too obvious…”
Jin sighed. “Then what do you want, baby?”
“I don’t know…” Taehyung admitted, a small, frustrated pout forming on his lips.
Jin chuckled warmly and leaned in, pecking the pouty lips once, twice, then a third time, lingering on the last one. “You want me to rotate around you like the moon does its Earth, huh?” he teased softly, nuzzling their noses together. “Trust me, Taehyung-ah. I’m all yours. Every single part of me belongs to you.”
Taehyung smiled but it soon went away as Jin started moving — slow rolls of his hips, fucking into him with lazy thrusts while they stayed locked together. Taehyung whined softly with every movement, eyes fluttering.
But they couldn’t stay forever.
Jin stared at Taehyung’s beautiful, wrecked body — flushed skin, marked neck and shoulders, cum still slowly leaking around where they were joined. He needed to clean and cover him up before they went back out.
With one last slow, deep thrust, Jin carefully pulled out. Taehyung winced sharply, letting out a needy whine as his hole clenched around emptiness, more cum dripping out.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” Jin soothed immediately.
He dropped to his knees again. Leaning in, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss directly to Taehyung’s sensitive, puffy hole. Taehyung jolted violently, a broken sound tearing from his throat as Jin’s tongue flicked over the abused rim, tasting their mixed release. He kissed it several times before his tongue pushed inside just a little, cleaning and soothing at the same time.
Taehyung’s one hand flew down to grip Jin’s hair tightly as his back arched. “Hyung—! Ahh— that’s— fuck—” His voice cracked, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but he couldn’t stop pushing back against Jin’s mouth.
Jin gave the hole one final, lingering kiss before pulling back with a soft smile. “Wait here. I’ll get something to clean you up and cover those marks, okay?”
He stood up and gave Taehyung one last soft kiss on the lips before wearing his clothes and slipping out of the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later, the bathroom door opened again. Jin slipped back inside, quietly closing and locking it behind him. He was carrying another Arirang hoodie — along with some wet wipes and a small towel he’d managed to grab from the staff area.
Taehyung was still sitting on the counter, legs spread, breathing slowly as he waited. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Jin, a soft, vulnerable look crossing his face.
Jin smiled and stepped between his legs again. “Got you something to cover up with.”
He started with the wipes — warm and careful. He cleaned Taehyung’s thighs, his spent cock, and then gently wiped between his cheeks, murmuring soft apologies every time Taehyung hissed. Once he was clean, Jin leaned down and pressed one last tender kiss to his hole, making Taehyung shiver and let out a quiet, embarrassed whine.
“Hyung…”he mumbled, cheeks flushing darker.
Jin laughed and helped him off the counter. He pulled the hoodie over Taehyung’s head, the fabric swallowing his frame and covering most of the marks on his shoulders. Taehyung immediately nuzzled into the collar, inhaling deeply. “ This is yours.”
Jin nodded and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close for a long moment. “You okay?” he asked quietly against his hair.
Taehyung nodded, arms wrapping around Jin’s waist. “Yeah… Just missed this. Missed us.”
“I know, baby. Me too.” Jin kissed the top of his head, then his temple, then finally his lips — slow and sweet this time. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”
They stayed like that for another minute, just holding each other in the bathroom, the distant noise of staff and members moving around outside reminding them they couldn’t hide forever.
Jin eventually pulled back with a reluctant sigh. “We should go out there before someone comes looking for us.”
Taehyung nodded, adjusting the hoodie sleeves so they covered his palms. He still looked a little fucked-out — lips swollen, eyes soft, hair messy. Jin stepped up and adjusted his hair and his own too.
He gave him one final, quick kiss before unlocking the door. They stepped out together, shoulders brushing, the air between them warmer than it had been in past days.
The members were scattered around the backstage area, cooling down and chatting. Jin was quickly approached by one of the staffs.
“Jin-ssi, Do you want to get a few solo shots now for your Instagram?”
Jin nodded easily, flashing his smile. “Yeah.”
He handed his phone and started giving various cute poses for fans. The staff laughed and kept clicking away.
Taehyung watched from a distance with other members as Jungkook bounced over, playfully stepping up when Jin was giving peace sign, then messing with Jin’s hair and making silly faces behind him, ruining a few shots on purpose.
Taehyung stared blankly at them then he remembered Jin’s words from earlier.
“If you want me to give you all my attention, I will.”
A small, determined spark lit in his eyes. Jin had just sat down on the chair when Taehyung walked over. Without saying a word, he lifted one leg and casually draped it over Jin’s lap while balancing on the other leg, his foot planted firmly on the floor.
His expression was completely serious — as he stared straight at the camera.
Jin froze for half a second, then burst into laughter. He tried to cover it with his hand, shoulders shaking as he looked up at Taehyung’s deadpan face then at the camera.
The staff giggled behind the camera, quickly snapping photos. Taehyung didn’t smile. He just stayed there, one leg possessively hooked over Jin’s lap, silently claiming his spot in front of everyone.
Jin’s laughter eventually softened into a warm, fond smile as he kept looking at the camera. He loved this. He loved when Taehyung got like this — boldly showing exactly where he stood in Jin’s life, even if it was through small gestures instead of words.
Jin’s hand came up to rest on Taehyung’s thigh, squeezing gently and he looked up at him with soft, adoring eyes. The staffs kept clicking their photos. Jin knew most of these photos were to go to his secret folder anyway.
Taehyung finally glanced down at Jin, his serious expression cracking just a little at the corners as their eyes met. Jin gave his thigh another gentle squeeze — a silent promise for right time.