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Jungkook

Taehyung had left me breathless and completely in a daze with his kiss, his words made my heart jump.

My body melted under him and I stared up into his furious eyes. I should have been scared, but I wasn't.

Not of Taehyung.

He might have been angry with me but he was still gentle.

Even as he gazed down furiously, his fingers were gently and softly caressing my cheek.

Taehyung was doing it almost unknowingly as if he needed to touch me, feel me.

We stared at each other, Taehyung looking suddenly lost for words.

Slowly the rage in his eyes disappeared until they were soft with unspoken emotions, still holding my hands captive above my head and my body under his, he slowly bent down until our foreheads were softly touching.

"I'm going to tell you a story," he said.

Confused, I only blinked up at him.

A story?

Is that why he dragged me here… for a story?

"Taehyung-" I started, struggling under him, twisting my body with hopes that he would let me go but he didn't, his hold on me tightened and the glare was back.

"Stop moving and listen. Not a word, Jungkook."

With a sigh, I laid limply and waited for him to start his story. I was curious what he had to say. I will listen and then I would let him know I forgave him.

Taehyung lost his glare again, his lips touched the tip of my nose in a small feather-light kiss.

"There was once a woman with blue eyes and beautiful long black hair. She was so beautiful and the kindest person I've met. Her smiles and laughter were infectious. A man saw her, and she saw him. It was love at first sight, they said. They fell irrevocably in love with each other."

A love story?

More confused than ever, I listened silently, my heart accelerating just a little bit.

"They had a boy." Taehyung paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "He was her s-sweet gentle boy." His voice cracked at the last words, his fingers tightening around my wrists. "They were a happy family."

My body prickled with nervousness, I had an inkling that this wouldn't end happily.

"The man would always call his wife Angel. The little boy was curious to why they told him what Angels were and why she was an Angel."

Angel.

Sleep, Angel.

I will watch over you.

A sudden memory flashed in my head. It was blurry, the voice barely a whisper in my head, but I heard it.

Taehyung's voice, whispering to my ears once.

Sleep, Angel. I will watch over you.

I didn't even have a chance to react because Taehyung continued speaking, "The father replied that an Angel is someone sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful person on the planet. Someone amazing in every way. An Angel is the one who makes your heart beat faster when they walk into the room. The one you will need wherever you go, the one who makes you want to be better. An Angel is someone who is your rock, the person who you love with your entire heart. The person you can't see yourself living without."

His answer was almost monotone like he practised it, like this had been running in his head for a long time and he knew it by heart.

And I had a feeling that this story, the definition of Angel, Taehyung did know it by heart.

The way his voice had cracked slightly over the words and the way his muscles were locked tight with tension, I knew this story wasn't just any story.

"They also said that if you find your angel, don't ever let them go. Because you would forever be incomplete without him."

His voice had softened a little, just above a whisper, his fingers on my wrist weren't tight anymore, so I twisted my hands a little, to see his reaction.

Instead of getting free from his grasp, my hands went to his shoulders.

My fingers tightened as I held him.

Taehyung shuddered with relief, I didn't regret holding onto him.

My body was calling for him, the need to hold and be held was a need impossible to refuse and I didn't fight.

I gave in and held onto this broken man as he continued to tell me his story.

"The little boy was happy with the explanation, he couldn't wait to meet his Angel one day, although he was hell-bent on believing that his mother was his Angel."

A small smile played on his lips when he said that last few words.

When he lost the smile and his face twisted with a wave of pain, my heart slammed to a stop before restarting with a painfully racing beat.

My hold tightened on Taehyung, my fingers softly caressing his shoulders. I wanted to offer him any type of comfort.

"But then the mother died. A slow, painful death. A cruel death that left everyone heartbroken, especially the little boy."

I sucked in a harsh breath, and I knew… I just knew… this wasn't a story.

It was reality.

It was Taehyung's reality.

"All he felt was darkness and pain. He was blinded by it and over the years, he learned how to be numb. He became a monster."

Taehyung paused and then gave me a small sad smile.

"Cold. Ruthless. Heartless. Arrogant. Killer. Unlovable. These are all the words that little boy goes by now. He's respected and feared by all. He can't love or be loved."

I flinched, my eyes squeezing shut for those words were the same words I had hurled at Taehyung in my attempt to hurt him.

"The boy long ago lost hope to find to his Angel. He refused to believe in Angels, for he believed that a monster can never have an Angel. And he was a monster. It was a stupid idea." His voice was low and gruff, almost pained.

Never once did he stop touching me while talking.

And I never let go of him.

"Taehyung, no." I shook my head, trying to stop his agonizing story.

But it was impossible to stop him once he had started.

He softly continued to caress my cheeks.

"As time pass by, everything remained the same. Until one day when he found a broken boy hiding under his bed. He was dirty and so damn scared. He was instantly smitten by him. There was something about the boy that called to him and made him… feel. He hated it. Loathed the idea of feeling. He pushed until he couldn't push anymore. He couldn't deny the truth anymore."

While speaking, he placed another kiss on the tip of my nose and then continued with his tale, this time taking away my breath.

Tears sprung in my eyes, a single drop slid down the corner and disappeared into my hair, leaving a wet trail.

"He was the sweetest, the kindest, and so gentle. He was beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off, the true definition of beauty - inside and out. He was love, while the other was hatred. The boy was kind while he was unlovable. He was sweet and gentle while he killed in cold blood and felt no remorse. He was light while the other was darkness. He realized that he'd found his Angel. He couldn't deny it any longer because he needed him. He couldn't live without him. He didn't want to imagine a world where the boy wasn't in it."

Taehyung paused for what felt like the longest time, leaving the words hanging around us, our eyes connected.

We breathed together, our heart racing in unison.

Another tear spilt and ran down my cheek.

Taehyung caught it quickly, kissing it away. When another fell down my face, he did the same thing.

Closing my eyes, I stifled back a sob.

"That little dark boy was me, Jungkook," Taehyung whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me there. "And the broken boy he found under his bed, his Angel, he is you. You are my Angel."

"I-"

I started but then quickly snapped my mouth shut.

I didn't know what to say.

His confession had truly left me with a mix of emotions.

I felt light, almost as if I was floating.

My heart was beating as fast as the wings of a butterfly, it's filled with happiness and so much… love.

I was filled with euphoria.

Taehyung's lips lingered on my cheeks before he slightly pulled away, looking down at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

His expression was soft and determined.

"You are right. I did touch Jeongyeon."

I blinked away tears, my fingers digging into his shoulders painfully. He didn't wince, not that I expected him to.

He instantly noticed my change in demeanor. He soothed me, caressing my cheeks yet again. "I touched her, but I didn't kiss nor fuck her. I didn't do anything with Jeongyeon."

I only blinked up at him, confused and feeling slightly bewildered.

"I'll be blunt and honest. Yes, I was so close to fucking her. Yes, I had ripped her panties and had her bent over my desk. And no, I didn't fuck her. I couldn't, Jungkook. You were all I could think about. You. Every single minute. All I could see were your eyes, beautiful smiles, serene expression as you played the piano and walked to the creek. All I could hear were your laughter and your sweet voice."

Taehyung dragged in a harsh, deep breath before releasing it with a tired sigh, his expression was haggard, his voice filled with guilt and uncertainty.

So much grief that my heart ached.

It ached for his pain.

"I was mad at my father and everything. My feelings. My weakness for you. I was scared. My mother died because my father loved her. An angel living in our dark world, the world of the devils, he got her killed. I am fvckin scared that I'll lose you too. The mere thought of losing you drives me insane."

"I didn't do anything with Jeongyeon," he said again, his voice almost filled with ferocity as he willed me to believe him with his eyes. They begged me to see the truth. "Tell me you believe me without a doubt, Jungkook."

My hands left his shoulders and palmed his cheeks. "I believe you."

I truly did.

His words spoke honesty.

It was right for me to believe.

Not once was I filled with doubt when he said he didn't touch Jeongyeon.

If I had doubts before, it was now erased.

"I believe you, Taehyung," I said again, my fingers pressing gently into his cheeks.

Taehyung shuddered in relief atop of me, his eyes closing as he finally relaxed in my hold.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, with me soothing him. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were glistening with intensity.

"The plan was to get close to you to find out if you were a traitor," he started.

Flinching, I started to let go, but he quickly grasped my hands, holding them firmly to his cheeks.

"But it was just an excuse," he quickly added. "I was using it as an excuse to get close to you. From the very first time I saw you, I had this urge to be close to you. To hold you. But it was a show of weakness. I tried to find every excuse to get close to you. The plan ended the same day it was made because I couldn't lie to myself no matter what. I kept telling myself it was what I had to do for the safety of everyone, but deep inside, I knew I was doing it for myself. I needed you, since the very beginning."

Taehyung looked into Jungkook's eyes.

"I messed up," Taehyung breathed sadly. "I know I did, I'm asking you to forgive me. To give me another chance to prove myself. Please let me in your heart again. Give me this chance and I'll never let you go again. I'll never break you again," he paused and took a deep breath before continuing in the same soft voice, "I'll never be the man you deserve, but rather I'll be the man you need. I'll be the man who makes you laugh and smile, the one who drives away all your nightmares, the one who kisses you good morning and good night and in every other kisses in between. I'll be your saviour. Now and for the rest of my life."

Tears sprung into my eyes at his confession, I gave him a wobbly smile. "You do have a way with words," I replied.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle and shook his head, his lips lifting in a small smile. "Only for you, Angel."

My eyes widened as he called me Angel, the tears falling before I could stop them. "You are making me cry," I muttered as Taehyung swiped the tears away.

"Are they happy tears?" he asked, looking a bit uncertain.

I nodded, speechless as he gifted me with one of his breathtaking smiles, his mouth turns into a square-ish rectangle. It's very cute on him and only a few have the privilege to see it.

"Good. From now on, the only tears you will cry will be happy."

"You're sweet."

Taehyung looked affronted by my admission and sent me a mock glare, I couldn't help but laugh. It looked like the Jopok King, V, didn't like being called sweet, although he was… sweet.

"I'm a killer, Jungkook. Definitely not sweet," he said, looking deep into my eyes.

Smiling, I leaned up and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose as he had done to me. "You might be a killer out there, a monster, as you said, but in here," I pressed my hand over his heart, "in here, you are sweet. To me, you are sweet."

Another breathtaking smile from Taehyung, this time the smile lit up his eyes with such happiness that it made my heartache… it fluttered uncontrollably and I melted into his embrace.

Finally, the pain that I had seen before was no longer there, looking hopeful.

Taking a deep breath, Taehyung continued, "When I'm with you, it feels as if I can finally breathe. I have been living in the darkness for so long and you bring me light and peace. You make me laugh and smile, something I haven't done in so damn long. When I'm away from you, I feel empty. I just know that I'm missing a piece of myself. I don't ever want to be without you, Angel. I don't think I'll survive it. When I'm with you, it feels like I'm the king of the world. I can accomplish anything with you by my side. I used to believe that you are my weakness. You are. You will always be my weakness but you are also my strength."

My throat tightened up at his confession, it felt impossible to breathe. "Taehyung," I murmured, a constant smile on my lips.

"I don't know what love is," Taehyung mumbled, brushing his lips against mine in the lightest kiss. "But if what I feel for you is love, then so be it."

"I don't know what love is either," I admitted, my fingers softly moving over his cheeks and then his lips.

Kissing me again on the lips with the slightest pressure, as if he was scared to break me, Taehyung smiled. "We'll learn it together, Angel."

Angel.

I didn't think I would ever get tired of Taehyung calling me that.

"You called me Angel once. When I had my breakdown," I murmured.

Taehyung smiled.

"Yes. I always knew you were my Angel, I was too stubborn to admit it."

It didn't matter anymore if he was stubborn or not.

"You are my Angel."

Yes, I am.

I am his.

I am his Angel.

And he was mine.

My Made Man.

My monster.

Whoever he was, whether he was the killer or the sweet man he was with me, I accepted him.

Closing my eyes, I breathed him in. I let my senses take over, feeling Taehyung, savouring his touch and voice.

I couldn't live without him, this beautifully broken man had given me his heart and in return, I had laid mine in his palms.

We were two broken people.

Two broken halves making a whole.

"I can't promise you everything will be perfect," my eyes snapped open at Taehyung's voice and waited for him to continue, "My life is not perfect. The world is fvcked up and dangerous. Life is not going to be rosy. What I can promise you is to make it as perfect as I can. All I know is that I need you. If this makes me a selfish man, Jungkook, then I shall be. I should let you g, you would be better off without me, but I'm selfish when it comes to you. I can't let you go."

My fingers went to his lips to silence him, "It's okay. That's all I needed to hear, Taehyung. I can't live without you, either. This is enough for me. It's more than enough. I don't need or want anything else. I just want you."

Before I could say anything else, Taehyung had me crushed to his chest, hugging me so tight.

My ribs felt like they were about to break, "Can't breathe," I squeaked, still wrapping my arms around him, returning the hug just as fiercely.

Taehyung kissed the top of my forehead, his lips lingering there, "You are my Angel."

There it was, those words again.

I sighed in contentment.

I love you were not needed, we have more than that.

The words that Taehyung had whispered to me meant more than those common three words.

You are my Angel - These words held more power.

"And you are the man who brings me peace," I whispered the words ever so softly, "The man who makes my heart go boom, boom, boom and fill my stomach with butterflies. Just one look from you, a simple word, one sweet kiss, or a soft caress, is enough to make me the happiest man. You are my strength, Taehyung."

His arms tightened around me, and I smiled.

My words had the same effect on him as his words do on me.

Taehyung was a man of few words, yet he was able to say so much to me.

I wished I had more to say, I wished I had more words to show what my heart… what I truly felt, but I didn't.

I'd rather just show him.

Bringing his lips to mine, I kissed him.

The kiss wasn't fast or hard, it was soft and gentle.

It was sweet and slow.

We took our time, our lips moving in sync, finding our rhythm and we savoured each other.

Taehyung let me lead the kiss. He didn't push for more. He let me kiss him. So I did, for the longest time.

Our tongues danced and mated together in a slow, sweet loving.

We kissed until we were breathless.

And when we pulled apart, my heart felt like it had been restored.

By the look Taehyung was giving me, I could tell he felt the same.

My lips still tingled from the kiss. I could still feel him there, and a dreamy smile spread across my lips.

"I dreamed of you before you came into my life. When I was still a little boy, I dreamed of you. Black hair and green eyes, with a beautiful smile," Taehyung said gruffly, his voice tight with emotions.

I stuttered, and he smiled. "You were always meant for me, Jungkook."

"I am." I nodded in agreement. "I just wished I had found you sooner, Taehyung. Then you wouldn't have needed to wait for me for so long."

"It doesn't matter. You found me now, I'm never letting you go."

"I don't want you to ever let me go. Even if you tried, I'll just come back," I teased, although the words spoken rang with the truth.

"Good."

This time, it was Taehyung who took my lips.

The kiss wasn't sweet as before as he devoured me.

He kissed me like a madman, like an animal craving for his mate, p[ossessing my lips deeply and possessively.

Taehyung kissed me with all he had, his tongue shoved past my lips, kissing me with frenzied desperation.

A moaned escaped against his lips, my hands going to his hair, my fingers tightening. He nipped at my bottom lip and I leaned more into his kiss, demanding more, he pulled away, I could feel his pounding heart against mine.

Taehyung stared down at me with soft eyes, although the lust was blazing there with ferocious intensity.

I trembled in anticipation for him.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Smiling, I combed my fingers through his hair, gently grazing my nails on the back of his neck, just the way he loved it. "I do. I had already forgiven you before you even dragged me here. I was coming up to talk to you but you beat me to it."

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes roaming over my face and then staring into mine deeply, looking for confirmation.

"Yes, Taehyung," I nodded. "I forgive you."

And then his lips crashed to mine again, giving me a hard, bruising kiss, he left me breathless.

When he pulled away, I groaned a little. I could feel his hard-on between my parted thighs.

I was turned on.

I needed him.

I forgave him.

"I forgive you, but I'm still a little mad and butt hurt that you touched Jeongyeon," I mumbled

teasingly as his lips started to descend toward mine again.

Taehyung smirked, his lips mere inches from mine. "I know, let me make it up to you, kitten."

And then there it was.

That smirk I loved so much.

The corner of his lips tilted up just a little, I had to suppress my moan.

Before I could say anything else, he rolled us over quickly, eliciting a shocked gasp from me.

Taehyung laid on his back, his head on his pillow as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips. He gifted me with his perfect teasing smirk before slightly pushing upward and rolling his hips against mine. This time a deep moan escaped past my lips unashamedly when his hard cock pressed into my own.

"I know, let me make it up to you kitten," he said again.

And then another roll of his hips.

He teased me, his rigid length rubbing deliciously against my covered crotch.

I felt him through his slacks and my panties. Hard, warm and ready.

"You can give me any punishment you want," Taehyung replied gruffly. I stared down at him through hazy eyes, he sent me a wink, raising an eyebrow in suggestion.

Taehyung slowly moved the hem of my sweater upward, his fingers moving over my bare thighs. He drove me crazy with his teasing touch, when I finally got what he meant, I let out a small laugh.

Taehyung was impossible.

Insatiable.

I hummed, giving my hips a tentative roll, Taehyung groaned, slightly bucking upward. My hands went between us and I cupped his erection through his slacks.

"Fvck," he hissed.

I gave him a small squeeze, teasing him in return. I almost let out another moan at the feel of him, the hardness of him, pressing into my palm. I rubbed him over his pants, my hazy eyes on his lustful ones.

"Any punishment? Anything I want?" I asked, continuing my slow teasing touch.

"Yea," he groaned, "Anything."

Leaning forward until my face was inches above his, our lips almost touching, I whispered, my voice coming out huskily, "Anything?"

"Anything, kitten," he readily agreed, rolling his hips upward again, pressing into my palm.

Smiling, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then leaned back.

Letting go of his cock, I raised an eyebrow of my own.

"Fine. You can't touch me for three days."

Taehyung's eyes widened as he froze, his mouth falling open in shock. "What?" he sputtered.

Before he could stop me, I rolled off him and quickly got out of the bed.

He sat up, still staring at me in complete bafflement. "You heard me. You can't touch me for three days."

"No," Taehyung snapped. "We are not doing this. One fucking week of being away from you, not touching you. And now another three days? No. Fucking. Way."

"Yes," I replied calmly. "That's your punishment."

Rubbing a hand over his face in frustration, he growled. "I had another type of punishment in mind."

Oh, he did.

I wouldn't have minded either, but this time, it was my turn to tease him.

I was going to enjoy it.

Taehyung stared blankly at me for a few seconds before he smirked, his eyes turning dark with lust again. "Kitten," he said huskily.

Oh no.

No, I knew what he was doing.

I took a step away from the bed as he got off, stalking toward me.

"No, Taehyung."

"I know you want me," he continued, his hand going down to cup himself.

He was still hard.

I was in trouble.

I couldn't deny him, especially when he was like this.

Placing a hand out, I tried to glare, although I could already feel myself leaking soaking through my lace panties.

Ah, Jungkook, get yourself together!

"No. Stay," I ordered.

He paused, cocking his head to the side. "I'm not a dog, Jungkook."

"Your sexy voice and sinfully delicious, beautiful body is not going to work on me this time," I muttered.

I meant it to be a low whisper but he heard the words, wanting to smack myself, I only glared at Taehyung when he chuckled low.

"Hmm… so, you like my sinfully delicious, beautiful body?"

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, "Stop it."

Taehyung stalked toward me until he was standing in front of me, our bodies almost touching.

"There is nothing wrong with that. You're my man. You have every right to appreciate my body and call it whatever you like," he muttered in my ear, his hot breath over my skin tickling me.

"And if you stop being stubborn, you can do anything you like with it too."

He placed a kiss on my ear, his tongue moving down to my neck, leaving a wet trail, licked and sucked until it was almost impossible to refuse him.

"Taehyung," I breathed.

"You want my cock inside of you, don't you? I know you're leaking, dripping for me, kitten."

Taehyung was right.

"Taehyung," placing my hand over his chest, I pushed him away, "Behave. It's only for three

days."

"Exactly! Three fucking days of torture!" he growled, crossing his arms over his chest, "One day,"

he tried to bargain.

Not happening.

"Nope. Three days."

"One day, kitten. That's all you're getting."

"No."

"Fine! One day and a half."

"No. Three days."

"Jungkook, stop being stubborn," Taehyung glared.

"You stop being stubborn. You said any punishment," I glared back.

"Two days! That's it. No more," Taehyung snapped.

"No."

"Two days, Jungkook. Whether you like it or not, I'm coming for you in two days," he said, the

promise clear in his eyes and voice.

Throwing my hands in the air, I huffed, "Fine! Two days of no touching."

"Can you wait for that long?" he asked, coming closer again.

No.

It was going to be torture.

"No," I replied honestly, "You're right. It's going to be torture."

Taehyung sighed before wrapping his arms around me, "Then why?"

"Maybe I am still a little mad?" returning his hug, I placed a kiss over his chest, "I forgave you. But that doesn't mean I'm not still slightly hurt."

"Okay. Two days," he mumbled in my ear.

Taehyung pulled back, and I leaned on my tip-toes, kissing him soundly on the lips.

Pulling away, I pressed my palm over his chest, "Thank you for accepting the punishment, Taehyung.."

He brought his hand up and trailed a finger down my cheek.

"Hhmm... It's gonna be torture but I'll manage. I'll see you later, kitten."