✨21✨

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Taehyung  limped out of the washroom. He had already taken the painkiller, brushed his teeth, got showered, and covered up the hickeys on his neck with the concealer, waiting for the drugs to numb him to the pain in his lower back.

It worked too slow for his liking but finally showed effect. But still, each step brought the slight pain back. He was so sore.

His uncle was a menace. He had been so rough. And an even bigger menace was Kim Taehyung for loving it. Who loves the misery?

But did that mean he wouldn't want that again? Huh! In a heartbeat!!

"Fuck!" He cursed holding the wall.

"What happened?"

Taehyung's heart jumped to his throat. He snapped his head up, only to find Jimin standing by his bed, his face etched with concern.

"Shit!" Taehyung exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to his chest. "You scared me!"

Jimin still looked at him concerned. "Tae! You okay?"

The sudden question made Taehyung nervous. He smiled to cover it. "O-Of course. Why wouldn't I-I be?"

Jimin ignored his chuckle towards the end and walked over to him, x-raying him from head to toe. Taehyung shrunk into himself, subtly yanking his collar up to shield his neck and swallowed.

Jimin watched him closely. "Why were you limping?"

Taehyung's throat went dry. "I- I wasn't."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"

He cursed internally. His heart thudded wild in his chest. Jimin folded his arms. "Then why'd you look like you just got railed six ways to hell and back."

Taehyung choked on air. His skin burned. "W-What?!" He knew for a fact that no one could just look at someone and tell they got wrecked-especially not by whom. He had no reason to panic. Him sleeping with someone wasn't the issue-he was an adult; he could do whatever he wanted.

The problem was who. As long as Jimin didn't figure that out, everything was fine.

But still, a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.

God please! Jimin can't know. He had warned Taehyung at the start of summer. Told him his little crush on Jungkook was just a phase. A childhood obsession and a teenage fantasy that needed to stay that way. Jimin didn't need to say much-his disapproval had been clear.

Taehyung knew Jimin wouldn't snitch. But that wasn't the problem.

It was the judgment. The disappointment. What Taehyung was doing was wrong. And he wasn't ready to see that reflected in Jimin's eyes. He shared everything with his best friend but maybe this was something he would keep to himself.

It was just a summer. One month. It will be over before anyone knows. And... he wasn't harming anyone.

Jimin nodded, shrugging casually. "What happened?" He asked again, pointing towards Taehyung's feet. The boy scrambled. "I... I slipped."

Jimin blinked. "You what?"

"Yeah... I-In there." Taehyung added quickly, avoiding eye contact. He saw Jimin staring at him in disbelief from the corner of his eyes. Then, without warning, he bent down and scooped Taehyung up.

"Chim!" Taehyung's eyes bulged as he clung onto his best friend's shoulders tightly. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you!" Jimin deadpanned. "You are so freaking careless, Tae."

Taehyung winced when he put him to the bed harshly. "Be a bit gentle, fucker. I am in pain."

"You don't like it gentle." Jimin shot back, smug. "You love it hard, rough and fifty other ways that would hurt."

Taehyung looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously?"

Jimin nodded, amused. "What?" He snatched the towel from Taehyung when he kept staring at him.

"You are insufferable." Taehyung mumbled.

"You love me."

"That's debatable."

"Oh, shut up! I know you are a lowkey-sadist." Jimin laughed. Parting Taehyung's legs not at all gently, which earned him a painful hiss from Taehyung and a smack, he smiled standing between his legs and started drying his hair.

"Fuck you!" Taehyung cursed him once again but did nothing to push him away. He liked how Jimin cared for him in his own obnoxious way. It was so sweet. Jimin was the best friend anyone could have. He felt guilty for hiding things from him, but that guilt didn't stay for too long.

"I don't mind." Jimin's words made him open his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow in question. Jimin shrugged. "You look so deliriously fresh anyway. A little too tempting than regular I would say. I'd loooove to get you dirty again. Hah! I'd fuck you so good! Damn!" He bit his lip and let out a sharp, audible inhale as if he was imagining it all.

"Of course you would!" Taehyung rolled his eyes and scolded himself for having nice thoughts about him. Thanking God? He should complain about wiring Jimin the way he was. Shameless prick!

Maybe he should apply for a replacement too, if applicable.

"Taehyung!"

"What?" He barked.

"You are blushing." Jimin pointed. "You didn't just picture that!"

Taehyung's face turned the shade of beetroot. "W-Wha- In your dreams!" He wasn't blushing. He wasn't even thinking about what Jimin said. He just- He just.... "Asswipe!" He cursed.

"Oh Yeah? Then put me to some good use, babe." The other retorted and let out his tongue, showing how willing he was to wipe Taehyung's perfect peaches. The boy made a disgusted face.

Jimin laughed like a donkey. Taehyung could see how proud he was of successfully messing with him first thing in the morning, but Taehyung ignored him, closed his eyes again and let him dry his hair.

He opened his eyes when his best friend pulled away and saw Jimin throwing the towel at the chair.

"What are you doing here by the way?" He questioned remembering.

"Checking up on you." Jimin gave a casual shrug again. "You said you were not feeling well last night. I came earlier too but maybe you were sleeping."

Taehyung's face heated up at the reminder of what happened earlier in the morning. The exact moment when Jungkook rolled his hips, hitting deeper inside as he asked Taehyung to answer Jimin.

Heat pooled at the pit of his stomach, and he squirmed.

He bit on his lower lip to contain the moan. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was sore. He can't possibly want more. But he did.

Holy Jesus!

His uncle had been so good. So deep. Relentless. Everything Taehyung wanted and imagined him to be.

"I brought you breakfast." Jimin's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He shook away the images out of his mind and looked at his best friend who picked up the tray of food from the table and placed it on the bed beside Taehyung.

"How are you feeling n-" Jimin paused as he looked at his cousin.

"What happened?"

Taehyung shook his head. "W-Where?"

Jimin pressed his fingers to Taehyung's forehead. "You are burning. Fuck! Taehyung.... you have fever."

Taehyung's eyes widened. He shook his head hastily. "N-No, I-" What the fuck? He checked his own temperature. He was feverish despite the shower he just had. But he didn't even feel feverish. Just a bit exhausted, maybe. He looked at Jimin at the loss of words.

Jimin pointed him towards the food. "Eat something. I'll get you meds." Taehyung nodded and Jimin walked away. That's when Taehyung's mind started processing again. He actually had fever.

Something crossed his mind.

He picked up his phone and opened GPT. Typing his question, he read the answer which said, yes, it's possible to develop a fever after intense sexual activity, especially if it's your first time or a particularly hot and passionate experience.

A chuckle left his lips as he stared at the screen in disbelief.

Every weird shit was happening with him only. First the blacking out and now fever? Was he so fragile? Jungkook's growl echoed in his ears. You are so fucking delicate!

A blush appeared on his cheeks. He wasn't delicate. His uncle was too hot for anyone to handle. It wasn't his fault. And he couldn't wait to see in how many other ways Jungkook could make his body react!

Jimin came back with the meds. "Jake was asking about you."

"Who?"

"Jake. The neighbour. The lover boy."

"Oh!" Taehyung nodded, remembering. "I... I'll talk to him."

"Hmm..." Jimin placed the mess on the nights stand. "Okay... I- What's this?" He asked, pausing.

Taehyung, who was eating, too hungry after all the energy drain, looked at him, only to follow his gaze. His eyes found the box at his nightstand. Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows while Jimin picked it up.

Taehyung leaned in to have a better look when Jimin opened the box only to find a beautiful bead bracelet inside. "Wow!" Jimin exclaimed. "This is.... nice. A birthday gift?"

"Seems like it." he nodded not sure. "Let me see."

Jimin took a better look at it before handing it to Taehyung. "Who could have left it here?" He asked and plopped on the bed, but Taehyung traced the beads with his fingers.

He wasn't sure but he had an idea. A smile appeared on his lips. "Dunno..." He lied. "But I liked it" He took out the Jewlery and wore it. The random black and white repeats of beads with dots on it looked so beautiful in his slim wrist. "See..." He showed it to Jimin only to pause when he noticed the other watching him.

"What?" He questioned, puzzled.

Jimin shook his head, a smile on his lips as he stared the boy. "Nothing. You are just so childish. It's contagious."

Taehyung looked at him only to make a face when Jimin denied any explanation. "You are just one year older to me." He retorted. He wasn't a baby. He was eighteen. And not a virgin anymore... huh! If Jimin saw him as a kid, he was a kid too!

And what was so childish about being happy for a gift?

******

It was evening.

Taehyung lay on the couch as he played his game while his head rested in Jimin's lap who talked to the others sitting around and hit on Suzy who was doing everything with the lollipop except for eating it, shamelessly.

Taehyung couldn't endure him being so straight and shameless with his words, so he pulled his headphones over his ears. His eyes fell on the faint red bruises on his wrist. He pulled his sleeve lower. He was thankful no one had noticed them. He didn't have an explanation to that.

He shook his head and went back to playing his game to pass time.

The adults of the family have gone out. It was just the youngsters. And Uncle Jeon, who Taehyung noticed walking down the stairs. He hadn't seen him all day. The man was sleeping all this time. He refused to leave his bed when Jimin's mother went up to get him.

Taehyung ignored the game, pushed his headphones off his ears and took a good look at Jungkook who didn't seem to have bothered to pull on a shirt. His sweats hung low on his hips and Taehyung's eyes trailed lower where the V line disappeared into the black fabric.

He bit on his lip and looked up at his uncle, his petite waist and broad chest, and the sleeve tattoo before his gaze move up to his face. That gorgeous face, black, hypnotizing eyes and hot, hungry mouth...

Jungkook ran a hand through his bed hair as he made his way down, showing slight silver strands at his temples. Taehyung didn't know why his stomach did the flip. His toes curled without his notice.

"Morning, Uncle Jungkook!" Cain hooted receiving a lazy grin from Jungkook. Everyone knew that a person would sleep all day only because he was occupied with things last night. But only Taehyung knew Jungkook was anything but occupied.

An image of his uncle sitting across his bed, waiting for Taehyung to get up crossed his mind and he wanted to laugh.

"Morning, Kid." Jungkook replied, his voice heavy after sleep.

"Slept too peacefully?" Sera questioned suggestively.

Jungkook's dark, charcoal eyes met Taehyung's as he approached them, before they travelled down his body as if undressing him right there on the couch. Taehyung clenched his legs at being accessed like that in front of everyone and a knowing smile pulled up at Jungkook's lips.

"Mhmm... Too peacefully. I felt like I was dead."

"And in heaven." Luke added.

Jungkook shook his head. "Nuh! I was in heaven before sleeping."

The kids laughed and clapped and hooted. Taehyung raised an eyebrow amused.

"What was for lunch? My stomach is growling." Jungkook asked fishing his phone out of his pocket to check something and scrathced his nape with the free hand. Taehyung's gaze flickered to the flexing muscles before it found grey hairs amid the black ones once more.

Something about the whites between blacks turned him so freaking on.

"You are hungry? We thought you had enough last night to end entire life." Luke joked. Taehyung narrowed his eyes. Were they guys not being too casual? Jungkook was their uncle! But again, they had always been like that.

Jungkook chuckled pushing the phone back in his pocket before his eyes found Taehyung again. "Last night should have been enough... It should have but all it did was make me greedy for more."

Taehyung felt his heart skipping a beat as he stared back at Jungkook.

"Ooooooohhhh!!" Taehyung heard Jimin howl with others but couldn't look away. The noise around him faded into the background and his fingers twitched around his phone.

His uncle's heated gaze stayed on him, unwavering-wordlessly telling him he wanted Taehyung again.

An excitement coursed through his veins. The realization that he wasn't the only one addicted made butterflies flutter in his stomach. His skin felt too hot suddenly. Too sensitive. He could still feel Jungkook's hands on him, the ghost of his touch, the weight of his body. Fuck.

Jimin's fingers dragged through his hair absentmindedly, his voice a background hum along with others.

Taehyung felt dizzy. God! He wanted his uncle again too. And the way Jungkook looked at him, Taehyung felt like he wanted it right then. And there.

A view flashed in his mind. His uncle pulling his pants down, kissing his thighs up while Taehyung lay there in Jimin's lap.

Fuck!

His breath turned heavy. Jungkook's black gaze on him was like adding fuel to the fire but his uncle looked away curtly. "I should grab something to eat."

"You want me to cook something for you, uncle?" Michelle got up offering, her deep V-neck crop top revealing more than it hid. Taehyung rolled his eyes. The girl didn't know how to turn on the stove literally. She just wanted to ogle at the muscles while her uncle worked.

Now he understood why Jimin never showed an interest in her. She was so cheap. Don't you do the same thing? His mind questioned. That's totally different, he told himself.

He was special.

Jungkook waved Michelle off saying he would do it himself and walked away.

Taehyung watched his retreating back until his uncle disappeared from his sight. His legs moved before his brain caught up, pushing himself off Jimin's lap. And the couch.

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked.

"To get some water." He lied and went to the kitchen.

Jungkook was at the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. Taehyung crossed his arms across his chest. "You're playing with fire."

Jungkook looked at him over his shoulder before turning towards him completely. "Hmm?" Twisting the cap open, he took a slow sip. "Am I? I think that's the other way round."

Taehyung's stomach flipped but he kept watching him narrowly, nonetheless. "You shouldn't say things like that,"

Jungkook stepped closer, so close Taehyung could feel his warmth, the scent of his skin--soap and something undeniably him. He was aware of people in the living room just across them. He didn't want to pull away, loving the thrill too much, but stepped back.

His uncle stepped ahead closing the distance between them. His voice dipped, low, and challenging. "Like what?"

Taehyung exhaled shakily and stepped back again, biting on his lower lip. "Like what you said earlier."

Jungkook closed the distance again and reached up, his thumb pulling out his lower lip free of his teeth. And it sent shivers down Taehyung's spine. "And you should stop watching me like that."

"L-Like what?"

"Like you wanted me to spread you out on that couch and fuck you---right there in front of everyone. Let them see how pretty you look when you come all over my cock. You want that, don't you? You want to be watched."

Jungkook's words sank into Taehyung's skin like fire, burning through his veins, curling low in his stomach. "N-No!" He replied hastily, feeling the sweat forming on his skin.

"Then why are you not looking into my eyes?"

Taehyung swallowed, trying to push air inside his lungs. He fisted his clammy hands and looked up at his uncle. "I... I don't want that." He hated how he didn't sound convincing to his own ears. He really didn't want that. Not at all. He didn't want anyone to know about this summer arrangement.

The same image he saw earlier, of him in Jimin's lap and his uncle kissing up his thighs crossed his mind. He clenched his fist, his nails digging deeper into his palm.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, as if finally losing his cool and did a quick glance towards the living room. Taehyung's eyes widened, and a gasp left his lips as his uncle pulled him beside the huge refrigerator. His lips crashed against Taehyung's before Taehyung's back hit the wall.

Taehyung couldn't breathe.

"Good boys like you don't lie, wildflower."

Taehyung's knees crumbled under his weight. He struggled to hold onto his uncle.

Jungkook's lips were on him, pressing, punishing, stealing every ounce of air from his lungs, and Taehyung didn't want it back. He wanted to drown in it, in the heat of his uncle's mouth, in the way he kissed him like he had been starving for this.

Fuck!

His fingers curled into Jungkook's hair, gripping tight, needing to hold onto something while the other held onto his shoulder as his knees threatened to give out.

God, he loved this.

Loved the way Jungkook's fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place. Loved the rough drag of his body against his own, the way every breath, every growl, every hungry sound sent a shiver racing through him.

Moans and gasps slipped past his lips despite his attempts to keep it low. Everyone was there in the living room. They could listen. But he didn't know how to stop.

He whimpered when Jungkook's teeth caught his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a filthy pop.

His uncle chuckled darkly, his voice vibrating against Taehyung's lips, "Fuck! Don't look at me like that again around people if you don't want me to take you right there."

"W-What would you do if I did?" He shot back, breathless.

Taehyung was desperate. He could feel it, thrumming in his veins, pooling hot and heavy in his stomach. He needed this-needed more.

Jungkook's hands slid lower, gripping Taehyung's thigh and lifting it up around his waist. Taehyung let him, body pliant, melting against him.

The shift made their bodies press even closer, and fuck, Taehyung bit down on a moan as he felt just how hard Jungkook was.

"I'd fucking bend you over that couch and fuck you." His uncle breathed against his neck as he thrust into Taehyung's crotch.

Taehyung almost went crazy!

The words curled deep inside Taehyung, and he choked. "God!"

Jungkook trailed kisses down his neck. Taehyung threw his head back giving him more access while his uncle dry fucked him. "Tell me to stop, Tae." Jungkook ordered still thrusting, rubbing just right against Taehyung's hard dick.

Taehyung snapped open his eyes and shook his head, terrified. "No!"

"They will find out."

"Are you scared? Chicken!" He provoked, breathless. He shouldn't. He knew. Where was his sanity?

"Oh don't test me, baby...." Jungkook hissed, digging his nails into Taehyung's hips as he held him against the wall.

"I dare you to make me come when they are sitting in the living room." Taehyung challenged. His heart thudded wild in his chest. Fear curled around his head like venomous tendrils, but the thrill was electrifying.

Anyone could walk over.

Laughter rang out from the living room--someone was telling a story, their voices a distant buzz in the background. It made everything sharper, hotter. Taehyung could feel the risk, taste it on his tongue. But the risk was maddening.

He might scold himself for being reckless later, but right now, he was too far gone. Drunk on the heat, the danger, the thrill of knowing they could be caught.

In this moment, he wasn't the hesitant boy who second-guessed himself. He wasn't unsure, wasn't holding back.

No, in this moment, he was just like his uncle. Bold. And daring. Just the way he always wanted to be.

Jungkook's grip tightened, his body pressing Taehyung harder against the cold wall. The contrast of heat and ice sent a jolt up Taehyung's spine.

"You don't know what you're asking for," Jungkook murmured, his voice rough, heavy with heat. His uncle's hands slid lower, curling possessively around his thighs before yanking him down, forcing Taehyung to meet the sharp, demanding grind of his hips.

A choked gasp escaped him. His hand slipped against his uncle's sweating skin before he dug his fingers into Jungkook's shoulders, nails biting into flesh. But it wasn't enough. He needed more.

A bead of sweat fell from his forehead to Jungkook's shoulder. He was burning so deliriously.

"I do," he panted, chest rising and falling rapidly. He knew what he wanted.

He wanted to be fucked. Fucked in head!! This was a foreign feeling.

He rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress the desperate sounds slipping past them. His body reacted on instinct, meeting Jungkook's movements halfway, pressing closer, chasing every drag of friction. "I know exactly what I want."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, like he was barely holding himself back. "Then take it."

Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook increased his pace. Taehyung's head fell back against the wall as his uncle rolled his hips, the friction setting every nerve in his body on fire. The two dry humped against each other like wild animals.

Taehyung clenched his arms around Jungkook's neck, his lips finding the flushed skin just beneath his ear. He kissed it, then sucked, letting his teeth scrape along the pulse hammering there.

"Fuck! You'll drive me crazy, Wildflower." Jungkook panted.

Taehyung smiled only to gasp at the hard thrust. He held onto him tighter. "That's... that's the plan." It had always been Jungkook who had drove Taehyung crazy without even trying. He also wanted to do that.

He wanted to drive him so crazy that his uncle forgot where they were.

Taehyung struggled to breath. His throat felt too dry. His shirt stick onto his body with the sweat. He clung onto Jungkook, basking in the waves of pleasure that every thrust instilled inside him as he rocked against the wall, feeling his muscles tightening.

Jungkook's breath was heavy against his ear, making the muscles in his abdomen clench sweetly. He forced his eyes open to have a look if anyone was coming.

No one was.

His eyes rolled back when Jungkook held his ass with both hands, pulling Taehyung onto his hardness as if forcing Taehyung to ride him over his sweats. "Uncle Jeon..." He choked out. "Am... am c-close."

"Damn it! Let it out. Come for me..." he gasped.

Taehyung's toes curled. His face rested against Jungkook's shoulder as the brown of his eyes disappeared behind his eyes and his mouth fell open.

Jungkook's movements turned urgent. Brutal. Precise-grinding him down onto the heat of his cock with a force that sent shockwaves through his body. Every drag of fabric against his aching length sent him spiraling, the friction so intoxicating it burned.

The drool ran down the corner of his mouth but the pleasure was too much for him to care.

"U-Uncle-" He gasped, voice wrecked, breathless. His thighs clenched around Jungkook's hips as he rocked into every thrust, chasing the release building inside him. "I-I can't-"

"Yes, you can," Jungkook rasped, biting down on Taehyung's neck, muffling a groan. His grip on Taehyung's ass tightened, his hips snapping up, fucking him harder against the wall. "Come for me, baby. Let go."

Taehyung's vision blurred. His entire body tensed, the pleasure tipping over into something unbearable, something devastating. His back arched, a broken moan spilling from his lips as the tension snapped.

Heat flooded through him. His body convulsed in Jungkook's arms as he fell apart.

Jungkook cursed, burying his face deeper into Taehyung's damp neck, his own movements growing erratic. Then, with a final, shuddering thrust, his body stiffened, and a strangled groan vibrated against Taehyung's skin.

The two held onto each other as if their life depended on it. For a moment, there was nothing but their mingled breathing, the scent of sweat and sin thick in the air.

Taehyung sagged against Jungkook, boneless, trembling in the aftermath. His heartbeat pounded wildly against his ribs.

"Holy shit!" Taehyung cursed when he finally found his voice. He barely had the strength to lift his head, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks. His legs felt weak, like they'd give out the second Jungkook let go.

"Fuck" Jungkook leaned his forehead against Taehyung's. "You are crazy."

Taehyung still breathed heavily, his heart pounding blood so hard that he felt lightheaded. Now when it was over, he realized how drenched he was in sweat.

His throat felt parched.

Jungkook was right. Him being crazy was the only explanation to what he just did. He was so damn crazy.

He opened his eyes only to find Jungkook already watching him, their breaths coming out in shallow pants, foreheads still resting against each other as beads of sweat rolled down their nape.

"I a-"

"You're spending the night in my bed." Jungkook interrupted him. His words were not a request.

It was an order. An authoritative command.

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. Jungkook still held him against the wall with one hand, while the other removed the hair sticking to his forehead.

"Not just tonight but every damn night! Fuck! I need to feel you over and over again." he rasped. Taehyung could still feel Jungkook's hardness against his groin despite the fact that he just came.

Oh lord!

Was this man trying to give him a heart attack. The way Taehyung's heart thudded in his chest confirmed it.

He nodded readily. He was already looking forward to it.

"Good boy!" His uncle smiled at him and Taehyung wanted to squeal like a fucking girl. He just realized how happy it made him to please his uncle.

Jungkook carried him to the kitchen platform and Taehyung did a quick look around, his chest rising and falling erratically with all the intense activity they did.

He was so thankful that his uncle didn't make him stand. His knees felt too weak for that. He licked his lips and watched Jungkook adjusting himself in his pants before taking out another water bottle from the fridge.

Taehyung's eyes fell on the nail scratches and painful bite on his uncle's shoulder. His eyes widened in horror. He didn't do that. D-Did he?

He shifted in his place only to feel his boxers sticking with the mess he created.

Jungkook offered him the glass of water. "Thanks, Uncle Jeon." he said, too innocently.

His uncle poked his inner cheek, amused. "Clean the mess, baby nephew. Anyone can see you were fucked stupid." He said and took out a sandwich from the fridge.

Taehyung giggled despite the flutter in his belly.

"I'll wait for you." Jungkook told him, nodding to send across the message and walked away. Taehyung jumped off the platform excitedly.

Very careful not being noticed by anyone, he bypassed the living room and went up to his room to get changed.

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Heyya everyone! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. They are getting hot together and I am freaking sweating!!

Night's gonna bring more wildness!! Stay tuned.

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I'll see you all ✨❤️