JEON'S SECRETARY

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They finally kiss

Their kiss deepened, no longer just a tease but something tangled in need-months of tension folding into one moment. Jungkook didn't let go easily. His arms tightened around Taehyung's waist as if anchoring him there, as if the very idea of space between them was unbearable.

Taehyung's fingers trembled where they clutched Jungkook's shoulders. His hand slid upward, wrapping around Jungkook's neck and keeping him close, breathing uneven.

"Jungkook-" he whispered between kisses, but it came out more like a breathless plea.

Jungkook didn't answer with words. His hand moved to the top button of Taehyung's shirt, carefully undoing it without breaking their kiss. Then another. Slow. Gentle. Taunting.

When their mouths finally parted, their lips were glossy with warmth and breath, and Taehyung's flushed face was the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen.

"You're shaking," Jungkook murmured, his voice low and reverent, fingers resting over Taehyung's racing heartbeat.

Taehyung nodded, barely. "You make it hard... to think."

Jungkook kissed his cheek, then his jaw, and finally his neck-slow, warm presses of his lips, until he found the place Taehyung always reacted to. - the nipples

A soft gasp escaped him. "Ahh... Jungkook..."

Jungkook smiled against his skin, murmuring, "Let me take care of you."

His hand traveled down Taehyung's side, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants but stopping just at the edge-close, not crossing that line, only applying the lightest pressure that made Taehyung lean further into him with a soft whimper.

"You're already burning," Jungkook whispered. "You wanted this... didn't you?"

Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as he nodded, the smallest tremor in his breath giving him away.

Jungkook's lips returned to his chest, now partially revealed by the undone buttons. He kissed gently at the skin there, circling with his tongue around the sensitive skin just above the nipple, then giving a teasing flick that made Taehyung's body jump.

Junkk--

"Shh... it's okay," Jungkook murmured, soothing him instantly. "Let me take the stress away."

Taehyung buried his face into Jungkook's shoulder, trying to quiet the sounds that escaped him-soft, broken sounds of release and trust.

Everything was warm. Everything was slow.

Jungkook didn't rush.

He didn't need to.

Every touch was careful.

Every kiss was a promise.

He held Taehyung like he was something precious-not something to claim, but something to cherish.

And in that quiet office, with only the soft hum of city lights outside and the steady rhythm of two hearts syncing, Jungkook made Taehyung forget every burden, every stressful thought.

Just the two of them.

No noise.

No world.

Just care, in its gentlest form.

Jungkook's hand drifted down to the top of Taehyung's waistband, pausing there for a moment as he felt the heat beneath the fabric.

"You're on fire," Jungkook murmured against Taehyung's skin, his voice soft with concern and desire.