Heartless

Taehyung knew what he was signing up for when he decided to marry Jeongguk, a man committed to serving his country. He knew that he would only see his husband a few times a year but that never made saying goodbye to him any easier.
Enter Jeongguk's father, a widowed man who offers his shoulder for his son-in-law to cry on. Together, they begin to bond over their love for Jeongguk in the most peculiar way.
That's it, that's the story.

Notes:

Prompt:

Jk and Tae are married but then Jk has to go off for war and Taehyung starts spending time with his dad because he doesn't like being alone and then they start to you know what.
There was a scene in my head where Taehyung is writing a letter to Jk about how much he misses him while simultaneously getting railed by Jk's dad. .
[I loved writing this prompt a little too much!]

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Taehyung pulls his thick, winter coat tighter around the collar as a harsh gust of wind swirls by the busy road.

The top of all cars are still white with a thick layer of icy snow as the storm from last night has finally seemed to simmer down for a while.

The young man shivers lightly as his soft, brown curls brush against his face and cold wind touches his warm forehead.

He clutches the small paper bag tighter in his hand as he practically sprints the rest of the way home, hardly anyone joins him on the street seeing as a few shops down the road are closed due to the messy weather.

He's lucky he lives only a few short minutes away and his favorite coffee shop is at a walking distance.

The shop-owner, a man named Seokjin has slowly become a friend seeing as he has greeted him every morning for the past four years since Taehyung moved to this city once he got married to his husband.

At the reminder of Jeongguk, Taehyung lefts out a deep sigh as he rushes up the steps of the apartment complex and checks his mailbox only to let out another dejected huff.

No letter, no correspondence.

Having a husband that's away at war has always terrified the younger but he trusts Jeongguk wholeheartedly when he tells him he will always make it back to him.

This isn't the first time he has been deployed but it is the first time he is serving in war and for a much longer timespan.

The last time he saw Jeongguk in person and was able to touch him and feel his warmth was nearly six months ago.

The younger isn't sure how much longer he will have to wait considering it's the longest he has gone without Jeongguk.

Their apartment has felt unbearable lately, the only sound that fills the void is the sound of his crying and the muffled sniffling as he rubs his reddened nose.

Everything reminds him of Jeongguk.

He wears his clothes in attempts to soothe his own worrying mind, nose inhaling deeply the calming scent. He is ashamed to admit that he has even touched himself whilst wearing the male's t-shirt, cheeks flushed at the reminder of that desperate night.

The last letter he has sent to Jeongguk was posted three weeks ago but he knows it'll be another week or so before he will get a response if the latter has time to write one back anytime soon.

Taehyung throws his keys onto the coffee table as he shrugs off his jacket and makes his way to the kitchen where he drops off the paper bag and sets down his steaming cup of coffee.

Seokjin's pastries are some of the best he has ever had, and that means a lot coming from a very picky eater like him.

He hums to himself as he takes a bite out of the red velvet cupcake and walks around the room once the sound of his doorbell ringing fills his ears.

He already knows who it is, has a plain bagel waiting in the bag for him.

Taehyung opens the door with an unusual smile, one that he hasn't worn around much other than with Seokjin and now, Jeongguk's father.

The man has been an incredible help lately with Jeongguk absence, starting with the leaking pipe in their kitchen sink the week right after Jeongguk left.

Taehyung hadn't known what to do or who to call but it just so happened that the man lives in a condo only fifteen minutes away and he was supposed to drop off some old photo-books Taehyung had asked to see long ago when Jeongguk was still home.

That evening, Jeongguk's father had been kind enough to fix the problem in the kitchen and Taehyung politely asked the man to stay for dinner considering he lived alone too.

His wife, Jeongguk's mother, had passed away of cancer when Jeongguk was still a toddler so his memories of the women are still hard to remember most days and Taehyung wanted to do something nice to thank him.

That night they had dinner together and later sat on the couch and looked through Jeongguk's baby pictures together.

The man has aged since the last time he was photographed with Jeongguk on his hip but Taehyung can still see the similarities and traits he passed down to Jeongguk.

The same nose and eye shape, only his father has slight age wrinkles on the corner of his eyes and on his forehead. His hair is greying and he has age spots down his arms.

Jeongguk has a really close bond with his father considering the man raised him all on his own and Taehyung put two-and-two together a long time ago and knows that Jeongguk picked this city because his father is living so close by.

Taehyung can see that his father misses his son as much as he misses his husband and feels as though they have formed a bond through their love for one man.

Ever since then, Jeongguk's father has come over for dinner a few times and spends most of his days in their apartment.

Taehyung doesn't mind the company because it's either this or staying home in an empty apartment with nothing to do other than to mope pathetically over Jeongguk's absence.

"Hello! Good morning, come in."

Taehyung greets him warmly as the man smiles at him crookedly and takes off his coat, which Taehyung takes from him and places it on the coat rack.

The man has come by enough mornings to know that Taehyung has bought him a bagel even though he has insisted multiple times he doesn't have to.

It brings the younger joy, to note that Jeongguk also has an insane amount of love for bagels.

The man could eat two, maybe three, big bagels stuffed with cream cheese without even batting a lash.

It makes Taehyung smile unconsciously when the man takes the warm bread and takes a bite, humming in delight at the taste.

"Jeongguk hasn't written back but I'm sure everything is fine."

Taehyung is quick to reassure both of them, a silly attempt to ease his mind but the man nods in agreement as well.

They don't talk for a moment, both eating their breakfast in silence as the sound of the rain beginning to pour outside the window fills the room.

Taehyung makes a short comment on the weather before he notices that the man's shirt and jeans are slightly damp with the pouring rain from outside and quickly gets up from his chair.

"Oh, I can go get you some of Jeongguk's clothes to change into. Those are all wet."

The younger quickly makes his way over to their bedroom and rummages through Jeongguk's loose fitting clothes considering his father is bulkier and thicker than he but Taehyung is sure they will fit fine considering Jeongguk likes loose clothing anyways.

By the time he carries the pile of clothing into the guest bedroom where Jeongguk's father has occasionally stayed over in when the weather is bad, the man stands by the window and stares at the hail coming down.

"It doesn't look like it's coming down anytime soon." He sighs as he turns to Taehyung, who sets the pile of clothing down, before thanking him.

Taehyung waits for him downstairs where he busies himself turning on the television and flicking through the channels.

They settle on the couch and watch some silly cartoon while Jeongguk's father begins telling Taehyung about the first time Jeongguk saw snow when he was a child.

Stories like these are what make Taehyung's day a little better as he gets comfortable on the couch and finds himself smiling as the man animates the entire memory with a fond smile on his face.

They sit there for a good two hours and chat about Jeongguk and about life until Taehyung gets up from the couch and states he is going to take a shower.

The man stays in the living room and changes the channel to watch the news, telling Taehyung that he wants to see the week's forecast because he works in the next town over.

Only last week, he had been unable to get to work due to a pile-up on the only road that can take him there and he had been upset that he had lost a day's worth of work.

Taehyung admires how much of a workaholic the man was, is proud that Jeongguk had picked up the trait from him and he can see how much both of them love their jobs.

He is quick in taking a hot, steaming shower as he knows he has a guest over and doesn't want to keep him waiting.

Taehyung doesn't realize the door to his and Jungkook's bedroom was left slightly open with a noticeable gap in between until it is too late.

Jeongguk's father walks by towards the direction of the guest bedroom and gets a clear peek at Taehyung's towel-clad body.

The younger lets out an embarrassed yelp as he puts his leg down from where he was busy applying lotion.

He clutches the towel tighter around his chest while the man clears his throat and lets out a surprised noise.

Taehyung can feel his cheeks heat up instantly from mortification when the man doesn't keep walking or look away.

Instead he stands there and stares at him, eyes scanning his figure up and down.

Taehyung isn't sure if it's the lingering scent of Jeongguk's cologne on his clothes or the familiar heat of a man so close to him for the first time in nearly six months but the moment Jeongguk's father closes the gap between their lips, he melts.

His fingertips shake as he grips the nape of his neck and pulls him down closer, rough lips desperate against his own as his tongue slips into his mouth instantly.

Taehyung lets the towel drop to the floor and moans when strong hands slide around his waist and cup the skin of his ass.

The sound of their lips dancing together sends shivers down his spine as he finally kisses someone after so long.

He inhales the familiar scent of his husband through his nose and sighs in content when rough hands squeeze his bare skin and press him flush against his clothed body.

Taehyung is breathless by the time they break apart from the kiss and those same lips make their way down his neck and to his collarbones.

He's dropped down carefully onto his bed and Jeongguk's father climbs over top of him, hands already getting rid of his shirt and working on his sweatpants.

Taehyung doesn't have time to think or process how wrong this is when the man reaches down again and takes one of his perky nipples into his mouth, tongue sucking around the bud slowly.

The younger's back arches of the bed and he lets out a quiet gasp, cunt tingling from where it presses against his thigh.

The sound of the rain crashing against the window grows louder just as Taehyung does, sweet moans muffling by the pillow beneath him as Jeongguk's father presses his lips between his legs.

He licks between his wet folds, tongue flicking his clit slowly as Taehyung's toes curl in pleasure and he resists the urge to clamp his legs shut.

"Ah— Don't stop."

His gold skin glimmers beneath the dim lights in the bedroom as he lies on his back and holds the man's head against his entrance.

The pleasure is blinding and it makes him forget that there is still a diamond ring on his finger.

He said those vows to someone, not to this [older] man currently devouring his body like a hungry lion.

His flat stomach is covered in wet kisses, hands gripping his honey thighs apart as the man comes up just before he lets the younger release.

Taehyung whimpers when the man presses two spit soaked fingers inside of him and he can't help the way he clenches down instantly at the feeling of someone else's fingers besides his own.

They're slightly thicker than Jeongguk's, they feel rougher as they drag further against his velvety walls.

The man lathers kisses down his collarbones and sucks gentle bruises against his skin while working his fingers in and out of him slowly.

"More—" he begs as the man pumps his two fingers in at a quicker pace, fingertips brushing against his sweet spot.

When he adds a third, Taehyung is mewling like a kitten beneath him as he harshly twists one of his nipples between his fingers before taking it into his mouth.

The sound of his fingers pushing into him is lewd, absurdly wet and filthy but the man groans against his nipple and curls his fingers.

The sound of him rushing to pull his underwear down is loud between the sheets but Taehyung shivers when he feels something hot and heavy land against his inner thigh.

He isn't sure what he was expecting but he can say for certain that Jeongguk and his father were blessed in that department.

His father is only slightly thicker all around the girth but their length is about the same. Only his father has deeper protruding veins and he doesn't shave his cock like Jeongguk does.

Somehow the younger finds it sexy, the natural state of a man's genitalia.

He grows slightly nervous when the man begins to guide his member to his entrance, isn't sure how it will go since it is his first time having sex in almost half a year.

"I'll be gentle." The man croaks out, hand wrapped around his cock as Taehyung holds his thighs up and lets him press himself to his cunt.

One of his large hands grip Taehyung's curvy waist as the head of his cock is slowly eased inside of him.

He lets out a groan at the warmth around his raw dick, watching as Taehyung shuts his eyes softly beneath him and his lips fall ajar.

His back arches off the bed instantly as the man above him makes his way inside, thick cock stretching his cunt just the way Jeongguk's does.

It makes his eyes sting with unshed tears at the slight burning sensation, bottom lip quivering as he lets out a soft whimper.

The man shushes him with a kiss to his jaw as he buries himself completely inside of him and stays there without moving.

Taehyung can feel his pubic hair brushing against his ass and his cunt, hands gripping down his shoulders.

"You feel amazing." He murmurs quietly against his ear lobe as he begins to move inside of him, making Taehyung moan softly at the feeling.

He begins to run his fingernails down the expansion of his back like he usually does with Jeongguk, eyes half open as his body rocks with every thrust of his hips.

"You're so big," Taehyung whines against his shoulder as he presses back into him, the head of his cock rubbing incessantly against his sweet bundle of nerves.

His chest is slightly hairy and brushes against Taehyung's own smooth chest, making him even more aroused at the amount of body hair.

The bed squeaks lightly under their weight as the man fucks him slowly, heavy ballsack slapping against his ass with every snap of his hips.

"You're just so tight— it feels like you're suffocating me."

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as his brows furrow in complete content, breathing shallow as hot, sensual kisses are left down his throat.

He sucks in air through his teeth wistfully as the older man buries himself completely. "So good."

Taehyung digs his heel into the man's hairy backside in order to get him to sink in deeper, swallowing harshly when he achieves just that.

"Fuck- please." He hiccups softly, voice barely above a whisper but the man begins to increase his thrusts in response.

He shushes him gently with a kiss and drives his cock in faster, hands gripping his thick thighs tightly as the meaty flesh spills out.

The younger can feel the heat pooling in his lower belly as he's filled incessantly with cock, release coming easy to him.

He trembles in his arms as the man watches him fall apart with hooded eyes, whispering filthy words to him as he sniffles and clenches around him.

Outside the rain has only come down harder, loud thunder booming in the sky as the man above him chases his own release.

Taehyung lies beneath him naked as he attempts to catch his breath and calm himself down after his orgasm.

There is a wet patch collecting beneath them in the mattress as Taehyung had managed to squirt around him.

The sound is disgusting but Taehyung can't help moaning as the man thrusts into him all while maintaining eye contact.

His eyes are only half open, blinking closely as his body continues to be pounded into.

He feels tired and sore but can't bring himself to worry about it too much when he's too busy being fucked into this good.

He nearly screams when the man lays over him and buries his face into his neck before driving his cock into him insanely fast.

He believes he sees white for a second before hot fluid is being pumped into him steadily.

The man's groans are muffled by the way his lips are sucking harshly on his neck, hips milking out his cum.

The air smells like sex and Taehyung feels like he's floating as his legs wrap around the man's body.

He swallows audibly when he feels him pull out, low sighs leave both their lips before labored breathing is all that is left behind.

Taehyung swallows down the rising feelings of guilt filling his chest, eyes following as Jeongguk's father kisses the palm of his hand and trails kisses up to his shoulder.

Warm fluids dribble out of his cunt slowly, legs still spread far apart as Jeongguk's father kisses him on the lips.

"Don't— Don't say anything, not yet."

Jeongguk's father shushes Taehyung softly when the younger begins to speak, both knowing that they had to speak about this eventually.

Taehyung looks at him through thick lashes as the man falls onto the mattress beside him, silence filling the room momentarily.

The realization has finally hit for both of them as Taehyung slowly drags the white sheet over his naked body.

They both lay on their backs facing the ceiling, the sound of rain slamming against the window fills the void.

Taehyung holds the sheets up to his chest silently, eyes blinking up at the white ceiling with a dazed expression.

"We shouldn't have." Taehyung begins, inhaling shakily as he thinks about what they've done in his and Jeongguk's bedroom.

"Yeah, we shouldn't have." He easily agrees.

Seconds later, Taehyung shuffles closer until he's laying against his chest, completely contradicting his previous statement.

Jeongguk's father wraps an arm around his waist and rubs circles onto his exposed back.

Neither of them say another word but they both know this will not be the last time they become this intimate.

Taehyung isn't sure what to call his feelings for the man currently sleeping beside him.

He doesn't know whether it's attraction, a form of distraction from the loneliness in his heart, or because he reminds him of Jeongguk.

It's been about a week since they first became intimate and they've had sex every single day since.

The man spends most, if not all his days in Taehyung's apartment.

The younger seems to love the company, loves putting out two plates for dinner instead of one.

He goes to Seokjin's bakery every single morning and when the latter asks him if Jeongguk is home, he fakes a smile and shakes his head.

He knows the man is curious as to why he buys a bagel every single morning aside from his usual pastry.

Seokjin never asks and Taehyung is glad he doesn't because he isn't sure what he would say.

Days go by without any news from Jeongguk and Taehyung finds himself no longer preoccupied with worrying about his well-being.

He's distracted these days, lips nearly bruised from kissing the man as he sits on his lap and rocks his hips lightly.

The slight shift causes the cock inside of him to press deeper inside of him, moans swallowed into the other's mouth.

Taehyung whimpers sweetly when those rough hands holding his ass pull his cheeks apart, thighs trembling as he drops himself down slowly.

"So good," Taehyung whispers shakily as he holds onto his shoulders and bounces up and down.

He arches his back prettily when a warm mouth wraps around his nipple, tongue swirling around the brown bud slowly.

The mattress beneath them creaks quietly as Taehyung fucks himself on his cock, cunt molded around the member.

"You're doing so good," he murmurs when he notices Taehyung begin to struggle riding him, thighs burning as he picks up his pace slightly.

The younger whines at the praise, burning heat pools in his lower belly the longer he fucks himself.

"I'm gonna cum-" he squeaks, muscles tightening around his member as he squirts around him seconds later.

He wants to sob when hot lips press against his own, big hands gripping his jaw firmly as he sits on his cock and rocks his hips.

Soft sniffles leave his lips as he continues moving on his lap, this time with the purpose of making the man come.

He does so only moments later and after a few more snaps of his hips, low groan filling Taehyung's ear before his cock twitches inside of him.

He comes with a bruising grip to his hip, other hand gripping Taehyung's buttocks harshly as he stains his insides white.

Taehyung pants against his chest as he slumps down against him, eyes closing momentarily as he attempts to catch his breath.

The man is still inside of him, hot and heavier by the minute as he softens inside of Taehyung until the younger sits up and he slips out.

Taehyung groans softly as he face-plants onto the bed beside Jeongguk's father, fully aware of those dark eyes raking over his naked form.

His eyes stop at the swell of his ass, hands reaching over to touch him as if he hadn't been doing it before.

Taehyung's thick lashes peer back at him as the older man squeezes the flesh between his hands before turning onto his side to give him his full attention.

"Are these natural?" He asks, offending Taehyung immediately before the younger pouts.

"Mhm," he replies softly, eyes sleepily staring at him as he slaps his butt firmly.

The flesh around it bounces lightly, creating a ripple effect as the younger moans softly and perks his butt up further.

He fists the sheets beneath him immediately when he feels a finger pushing between his cheeks, instantly becoming smeared with cum as it steadily spills out of him.

The man's eyes are dark as he realizes what he has touched, index finger running along his folds softly as he smears his cum even further.

Taehyung moans quietly as he clenches down around air, hole quivering the longer the man toys with his entrance.

For a second he shuts his eyes and it's Jeongguk's fingers rubbing his clit slowly, warmth enveloping him as he makes him his.

But this is close enough, he opens his eyes slowly and reaches over to kiss the man that resembles his husband.

He melts against his hold as the man holds his waist tightly and worships his body once again, this time on his own terms.

His scent is familiar, reminds him of a certain raven haired man who smells warm and like home.

Taehyung buries his face into Jeongguk's pillow as he's taken from behind, bruising grip on his hips as the sound of skin colliding together fills the room.

His thighs tremble from overworking himself as he kneels on the bed and arches his back, soft moans muffled by the cold pillow as the man above him enters him incessantly.

He can feel a burning stare on his lower back, knows he's watching the way Taehyung takes him.

The way his body swallows his cock pliantly, golden skin glistening beneath the dim lights.

"I'm almost coming," he breathes from above him as tears spill down Taehyung's cheeks, body bouncing further up the bed with every snap of his hips.

He releases inside of him for the second time with a loud groan, shallowly thrusting inside of him seconds later.

Taehyung sighs when he pulls out of him before he flops down onto the bed just as Jeongguk's father covers him with a sheet and kisses his shoulder.

"Took me so well," he murmurs as Taehyung smiles weakly and kisses him softly on the lips, hand resting on his chest.

"I love how you take care of me." Taehyung admits quietly, pretty eyes meeting his as hands hold him close.

"Yeah?" He asks him, hand caressing his spine as the younger hums.

"Not just like this but with Jeongguk's absence."

It's the first time they've talked about him like this and it feels strange, Taehyung can feel the man tense up immediately.

"When I'm with you, I feel safe. I'm no longer sad or afraid of being alone without him. I know it's wrong that I feel this way and maybe I've just been away from him for so long but you make it all okay."

Taehyung shivers when his touch leaves goosebumps down his back, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

He returns the kiss immediately as a rough tongue enters his mouth, body rolling over to hover over him.

"Jeongguk would never forgive me if he ever found out about this. I shouldn't know about the small freckle between your legs or the way you tremble at the mere touch of a man. I shouldn't know the way you look beneath me or your sweet whimpers of pleasure."

Taehyung swallows audibly as he looks away with a blush on his cheeks before a hand comes up to caress his cheek moments later.

"I miss my son and I would have never thought that bonding with you would lead to this but I am not ashamed or burdened by guilt. During these past few weeks I've realized that I have fallen in love with you."

Taehyung remains quiet at his words, eyes soft as he listens to the man express himself.

"Who wouldn't— I mean you're perfect. I know I am a horrible father for wishing that my son does not return to you because I want you all for myself."

Taehyung's eyes widen at his words, shaking his head immediately because that is indeed a horrible thought to have.

"Don't say that," he says immediately, hand gripping the man's arm as he cups his cheek.

His wedding ring shines under the light as the man pecks him on the lips quickly.

"It's the truth. It's been a long time since I have felt this way about anyone, not since my wife died. Jeongguk's departure was a blessing in disguise because it allowed for us to connect like this."

Taehyung doesn't say anything, only smiles at him before he's hugging the man close and they're cuddling beneath the sheets.

He falls asleep after a few more kisses are exchanged and feels safe when arms wrap around his waist and pull him close.

Jeongguk's letter comes only two days later, Taehyung watches the mailman slip the white envelope into his tiny slot at the mailbox.

He feels his own heart stammer in his chest as he rises from his spot on the kitchen table, sliding on his slippers before making his way to the door.

He hears Jeongguk's father call for him but he ignores him, eyes dead set on reading that letter.

His hands shake as he puts the key into his slot and opens the door, eyes zeroing in on the envelope.

He immediately shuts the door and runs back inside his apartment, eyes sparkling as he tries to stop himself from tearing open the letter.

Jeongguk's father walks out from the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around his waist just as Taehyung begins unfolding the letter.

"Is that—?" He asks but Taehyung doesn't give him a change to finish before he's nodding with an eager, "Yup!"

His eyes skim over the familiar penmanship with a fluttering heart,

Dear Taehyung, he reads off as his eyes greedily take in every word.

Taehyung finishes reading the letter as Jeongguk's father hovers over his shoulder to see for himself what his son wrote.

They stay silent for a while after Taehyung folds the letter back up and puts it safely back into the envelope.

He holds it against his chest, soft sigh leaving his lips as he is comforted by hearing news of his husband.

"I'm glad he's alright," his father states, voice relaxed now that he knows his son is alive and well.

"Yeah," Taehyung hums, about to walk away to safely store the letter when a hand grips his arm and turns him back around.

Before he can say anything, he's being kissed. Hands grip his waist as he moans softly into the man's mouth, body relaxed.

He pulls away moments later before running up the stairs to store the letter, sweet smile on his lips.

He opens the box carefully and can't help but pick up the dog tags Jeongguk gifted him, heart swelling in his chest as his eyes brim with tears.

He misses him so much and can't wait to write back to him, eyes immediately searching for a pen and paper.

Suddenly, there's a soft knock on the door and then Jeongguk's father is walking towards him.

He begins kissing his neck as hands wrap around his waist and slip beneath his shirt, "I want you."

His voice sends shivers down his spine but he finds himself setting down his pen and rising from the desk.

Taehyung lets the man lower him onto the bed before climbing over him, fingers tugging at his shirt until it ceases to exist.

("Dear Taehyung,")

Fingers fumble with the waistband of Taehyung's jeans before they're being pulled off of him, long tan legs on display.

He watches the man remove his own shirt before unzipping his own pants and removing those as well.

Rough hands grip his hips until his lacy underwear is being ripped off, boxers coming off seconds later.

("I don't know how long it will take for you to receive this letter but by the time you're reading this, I will be in Russia. We've heard times are tough there and we're hoping to lend a helping hand before the tensions escalate any further.")

Taehyung cries out when three fingers push into him at once, wet cunt greedily swallowing them as he tries to clench his legs together.

His belly swirls with want as the man above him curls his fingers and forces them inside of him, dark eyes peering down at him with lust.

The younger eyes his stiff cock between his legs, bright red tip glistening with precum as a patch of unruly pubic hair sits at the base.

He watches as the man pumps himself a few times while fingering his cunt, making the younger whimper with need.

"Hurry," he pleads, bottom lip quivering. "I need you inside of me."

("I miss you so much, baby. The days and nights drag on without you but I am comforted by the reminder that you will be home waiting for my return. I will never understand how lucky I am to have someone as beautiful and amazing as you.")

He whimpers when he finally enters him, hot and heavy as he buries himself until there is nothing left to give.

Taehyung feels him kiss his jugular before he rolls his hips into him again, this time with purpose.

He clenches down around him, eyes blinking up at him before his lips fall apart as a moan spills from his mouth.

He feels so full, stuffed full of a man that is not his husband. Not the man that wed him and took his virginity in the same night.

But he feels good, between the heated kisses and promising length inside of him.

He runs his fingernails down the expansion of his back and moans into his ear before his thrusts get faster.

He's driven by the pleasure he gives to the younger, mouth left ajar at the warm walls welcoming him in.

But as quickly as he's pounding into him, the feeling is suddenly gone.

Taehyung's flipped over onto all fours before he's mounted like some animal, cunt easily taking the cock once again.

("It's a full moon here tonight and I am at ease knowing that you are under the same sky as me and breathing the same air. Please hold on just a little bit longer.")

The sounds are filthy.

Taehyung shuts his eyes and listens to the way their bodies collide as they become one over and over again.

There is a hand in his shoulder, forcing him to stay put and take each and every thrust as he uses it for leverage.

Taehyung tries to muffle his moans of pleasure but can't help crying out when the man brushes against his sweet spot.

He hisses when Taehyung clenches down and pushes back against him, bringing both of them an insane amount of pleasure.

"Want you to come inside," he whimpers as a wet kiss is left against his shoulder blade before he's being hammered into.

He cannot help but choke on his sounds of pleasure, cock buried between his asscheeks.

His plead is answered seconds later when warmth fills his body and the man's hips stutter.

Taehyung sticks his ass out further as the man stills inside of him.

("With all my love,

Jeongguk.")

Taehyung giggles as Jeongguk's father tells him about the first time he caught the younger trying to sneak out of his bedroom.

The man confides in Taehyung and tells him how he kept Jeongguk's secret from his wife and let his son go out to the party.

He smiles as the man draws circles on his bare hipbone as his other hand is wrapped around his waist.

"He's never told me about that." He giggles as the man plays with his fingers and rubs his nose against his neck.

"Yeah well he was quite the troublemaker." He chuckles as Taehyung plays with his hair gently.

There's a storm outside again and the weather man predicts it won't clear until the following night therefore Jeongguk's father will be sleeping over.

Taehyung wears nothing but one of Jeongguk's oversized t-shirts as they cuddle in bed, honey-colored legs intertwined with the man's.

It's a hard task to not touch Taehyung and the older fails miserably as he begins rubbing his bare thigh.

Taehyung sneaks a hand under the waistband of his sweatpants before the man practically growls when Taehyung cups him.

His slim hands grip his cock firmly as he strokes him beneath his sweatpants, lips locked with his own.

"Want to fuck your mouth so bad." He speaks lowly as Taehyung pumps his length in his hand and finally sets him free from the confinement of his undergarments.

The younger has yet to take him in his mouth but it doesn't take long for it to happen.

"Will you make me swallow it?" Taehyung whispers against his lips, making the man nearly groan at how dirty his words are.

He grips his upper thigh tightly as the younger sits on his lap, lacy underwear rubbing on his own hairy thigh.

"All of it." He promises, watching as Taehyung's eyes roll to the back of his head as he sighs sweetly.

Jeongguk's father fears he will have a heart attack when the younger kneels between his legs and takes him into his mouth without a second thought.

He hisses when those plump lips wrap around his dick and sink down until the tip hits the back of his throat.

He groans loudly at the sound of Taehyung choking, eyes brimmed with tears as he begins to bob his head.

His cheeks are flushed as his hand fondles his hairy ballsack, eyes meeting his sensually.

His ass looks amazing from this angle, back bowed as he lets him fuck his mouth.

The man holds his head against his member by fisting his hair firmly, hips thrusting forward as Taehyung chokes momentarily before he lets his mouth be used.

It's so warm and wet, makes the man nearly cum on the spot with the way Taehyung looks.

"Fuck— I'm going to come already."

Taehyung lets him fill his mouth with the white substance, lone tear falling down his cheek as he swallows the load.

A little bit of it dribbles down the side of his mouth as he comes up, making the man eye him with lust at the way Taehyung licks it up.

"We've got to do that more often."

"Dear Jeongguk,

Words cannot describe my happiness at the arrival of your letter. My heart is at ease knowing that you're safe and well, even if we are miles and miles away—"

Taehyung thinks of Jeongguk's bunny smile, of his cute nose scrunch and nearly melts before he even gets the chance to tell him how much he loves and misses him.

The silk robe he's wearing slips off his shoulder as he's lifted off his chair by Jeongguk's father.

Before he can pout in protest, he's being lifted onto his lap as arms wrap around his waist.

He's wearing a robe as well, not at all bothered to put on clothes after they took a bath together.

"What are you saying?" The man asks him as Taehyung shows him what he has so far.

He hums in response before he's lifting Taehyung's robe up and untying his own.

"Sit on my cock." He murmurs against his ear, making Taehyung nod softly before the man pumps himself a few times and guides his now stiff member between his folds.

Taehyung sinks down on it easily, silk robe coming over to cover the penetration as he picks up his pen and resumes writing.

"I miss you with all my heart and cannot wait to see you again. Rest assured that I will wait for you no matter what. Even if the oceans run out of water and land ceases to exist, I will be here for your return."

Taehyung fears he is rambling now but that's okay because he's moaning softly as he bounces on the man's lap.

He can't help it, can't stay still when there is something plugged inside of him like this.

"Does that feel good?" The man asks softly against his ear when he notices he has stopped writing and is now just dumbly bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Mhm," he whines sweetly, eyes blinking slowly when a hand creeps over to the front of his cunt and begins rubbing circles on his clit.

He arches his back instantly and whimpers as he thighs tremble, back pressed flat against the man's chest.

"O-Oh," he cries prettily as his bud is stimulated, cunt rotating around his member quickly.

He grips the pen in his hand tightly as he tries to control himself before he comes, pussy clenching around his member.

The man chuckles softly before he stops his movements, rough hand pressed flat over Taehyung's tummy.

He shakily begins to write again but finds himself messing up and crossing out a word, too distracted by the man touching him.

"Please remember to take care of your health and eat well. Never lose focus, not even for a split second. I need you to come back to me."

Taehyung's eyes brim with tears at the thought of something happening to Jeongguk, lips curled into a frown.

"Shh, it's alright." The man comforts him as he hugs him from behind, nose buried into his neck.

Taehyung sniffles before nodding lightly, trying to ignore the way the man bounces his left leg and in return drives his member further into him.

"Just want him to be okay." He mumbles softly, feeling reassured by the hand on his thigh that squeezes the flesh.

A kiss is pressed to his cheek before he sighs shakily and picks up the pen to end the letter.

"Please write back soon. With all my love,

Your Taehyung."

The younger practically slams his pen down before turning around to straddle the man and ride him eagerly.

His thighs burn and his cunt slightly hurts from the stretch and friction but he's trying to forget about the distance between Jeongguk and him.

"The bed," he pants between bounces, hair disheveled before he feels himself being picked up as hands hold his ass.

He wraps his legs around the man's waist before being practically thrown onto the mattress.

"I'm going to make you mine," he says as he manhandles Taehyung onto his stomach, making the younger moan at the display of strength.

He knows he's saying those words because of what he read on Taehyung's letter.

He can't find it within himself to care about possessive words now, too high on pleasure to correct him.

"I'm going to fuck you so good." He states as he spreads his asscheeks apart and pushes himself inside, hands forcing him down to take his cock.

Taehyung whimpers prettily and arches his back pliantly, possessive hand on his hip as he pushes in and out of him.

"You take cock so well." He groans as he thrust into him, ballsack slamming against his thighs.

Taehyung moans loudly in response, hands fisting the sheets as his ass jiggles obscenely in response to every snap of his hips.

"Faster—!" Taehyung hiccups as his breathing picks up, mind focused on the way his member presses into him.

He forgets all about the letter to his lover, piece of paper now abandoned at the desk while he is preoccupied getting his guts rearranged.

He's only let go once he is stuffed full of cum, pussy puffy and abused as he sniffles softly and kissed on the lips.

Taehyung's skin feels warm underneath the pale sun, first time it's given him a peek all week.

He smiles bashfully when Jeongguk's father meets him in the center of town at a small park with plenty of benches to choose from.

They sit off to the side as the sound of children's laughter fills the air and the bell of the ice cream man coming down the road follows him.

They settle on a single cone, Jeongguk's father opting for his son's favorite flavor, chocolate.

They talk about him for a little bit, Taehyung giggles and hides into his shoulder when he leans over to kiss him.

Knows that to everyone around them, he is his husband despite the obvious age difference.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he murmurs against his lips, making the younger blush prettily.

They make their way around the city for a little bit before they find themselves close to Jeongguk's father's apartment and decide to stop by.

Taehyung has only been to the apartment complex once when Jeongguk wanted to stop by on Father's Day.

It's slightly smaller and much more simple seeing as the man lives alone, not really big on house decor.

Taehyung smiles politely as the man takes off his coat and kisses his shoulder before turning him around.

They don't say anything but their lips dance together as they stumble towards the couch.

Taehyung's back hits the cushion first as a body hovers over his own, rough hands instinctively going down to remove his shirt.

He makes his way down his chest, pressing open mouthed kisses to the warm skin as Taehyung moans softly.

He exhales shakily when he sucks on his tit slowly, fingers fumbling with the waistband of his jeans.

He quivers as his body jerks upwards the moment he enters him, quiet groans leave his lips as his legs are pulled further apart.

He stares up at the man jerking his hips, watches as he holds onto the armrest above his head with his mouth ajar.

"Look at you," he says moments later, eyes watching the way the younger withers beneath him.

The room is absurdly hot, Taehyung feels a thin layer of sweat form on his hairline as the smell of sex grows stronger.

He doesn't come inside of him, instead spills onto his stomach and watches the way white coats the tan skin.

"That was good," he pants as Taehyung relaxes on the couch, eyes blinking up at the grey ceiling.

"We should go shower," Jeongguk's father suggests as he eyes Taehyung's body, picking him up off the couch just as the latter squeals in surprise.

The water is steaming hot as it cascades down Taehyung's back, forehead pressed against the cool glass floor as hands grip his hips.

The glass is covered in condensation as the steam rises from the water, soft whimpers muffled by the stream of water.

A firm hand is brought down onto his ass, gripping the flesh harshly as he takes him from behind.

His legs feel weak as he bends over for him, eyes closed shut as he thrusts into him at a steady pace.

When he's done, they're kissing. Hands cupping his ass as the water washes away the semen spilling between his cheeks.

Taehyung sighs softly when Jeongguk's father spreads them apart, fingertips pressing into his folds as the water cleans him.

Slim, delicate hands hold onto his shoulders, face buried against his chest.

He finishes washing Taehyung's body like he had been doing before getting distracted by the way the younger's body reacted to his mere touch.

He thumbs at his perky nipples as he washes away the soap, tongue peaking out as he dives lower to suck the brown bud.

Taehyung bites his lip as he grips his shoulder, back arching into his as he releases one tit with an audible pop before doing the same to the other.

Jeongguk's return home happens only a month and a half later, when Taehyung goes to the airport to greet him.

He's gotten slightly taller but that must just be due to his combat boots, Taehyung stares at him with tear filled eyes before burying his face against his chest as much as he can.

He inhales his scent greedily as those familiar arms wrap around his body and hold him close, ready to protect him from everything.

Jeongguk's eyes look tired but his smile is genuine when he leans in and kisses Taehyung on the lips, soft sigh leaving both of their mouths in unison.

"I missed you so much," Taehyung whimpers quietly, fingers fisting the thick material of Jeongguk's uniform.

He stares at the tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt, thinks he looks so sexy when he gives him a crooked smile.

"I missed you too, Tae." He says as he wipes away the latter's tears and pulls him in for another hug.

That night in their apartment, their bodies become one beneath the pale moonlight, soft groans leave Jeongguk's lips as he stares at the way Taehyung trembles beneath him.

His eyes are barely open, mouth ajar as Jeongguk slowly rocks his hips into him.

He doesn't want to hurt him, thinks this is the first time since he left that Taehyung is having sex. He knows the latter has played with himself, he told him so right before they began.

He whimpers so sweetly when Jeongguk moves inside of him, toes curling as he grips onto the raven haired man's bicep.

"I missed this so much." He murmurs under his breath as he kisses his way down Taehyung's chest, eyes dark as he pulls him closer.

"Jeonggukie," Taehyung whines softly as Jeongguk slowly rolls his hips and presses into him, eyes begging as the male smiles unapologetically.

He doesn't stop until the younger squeals as he comes, squirting all over both of them, making him blush furiously as Jeongguk groans loudly.

He comes only moments later, gently gripping Taehyung's hips as he empties inside of him.

"I never said thank you," Jeongguk says softly only moments later as he pulls Taehyung against his chest and begins to caress his arm.

"For what," he asks, thigh exposed between the messy sheets as they admire one another calmly.

"For being so good to me. For waiting and being here when I returned."

Taehyung stiffens lightly at his words, eyes blinking rapidly as Jeongguk rests his chin on his shoulder.

He doesn't say anything, knows he shouldn't because it would just simply ruin everything.

Taehyung follows Jeongguk around like a lost puppy every second that he is home, the younger finds it endearing how adorable he is.

He loves how much Taehyung depends on him but not in a toxic or creepy way. Jeongguk just likes the feeling of being wanted and needed, proof that he is contributing to the relationship.

Ever since joining the military, he has felt as though maybe he wasn't giving as much of himself as he should be and Taehyung would realize that he didn't need him and leave.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung asks suddenly from his spot on the couch as he watches Jeongguk tie his shoe laces by the door.

"I'm gonna go see my dad. Haven't met up with him since I got back." He says, eyes enthusiastic as he looks at the time on his watch and pulls on a winter jacket.

Taehyung's smile falters at his words but he tries to mask it, eyes wary as he returns to his book. "O-Oh... Okay be careful!"

Jeongguk doesn't question the lack of greeting meant for his father, brushes it off as he goes over to kiss Taehyung softly on the lips.

"I'll be back later, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

Taehyung knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't be lying to Jeongguk.

But when he receives the desperate call while Jeongguk is in the shower, he knows he has to go.

It happens four days after Jeongguk visits his old man, tells Taehyung that Mr. Jeon asked about him.

Taehyung gives him a tight smile and carries on, ignoring Jeongguk's confused expression.

As of currently, Taehyung lies about meeting up with Seokjin, tells Jeongguk they've become super close and are about to hang out.

He prays he won't go visit his shop while he's gone, hands shaking with anxiety as he exits the apartment.

He's careful that no one sees him at Jeongguk's father's apartment complex before he knocks on the door and waits.

It opens only seconds later before he is being ushered in, hands gripping his wrist a little too tightly.

They don't say anything, only the sound of their lips connecting can be heard as Taehyung is lead to his bedroom.

He gasps against his lips when he gropes his now bare cunt, jeans long gone as they stumble onto the mattress.

"Told Jeongguk I was meeting a friend for lunch." He breathes as the man mouthes at his hard nipple, three fingers knuckle deep into his pussy.

"Good. You're so good," he groans, the sound of his zipper going down fills Taehyung's ears as he lies on his back and waits.

"When was the last time he fucked you?" He asks, tone clipped in a way that makes Taehyung wary of his answer.

"Last night."

Taehyung doesn't like the way the man above him frowns, digits long gone from his cunt as he begins to press himself against his entrance.

He's so hard, Taehyung imagines how painful his erection must be as he sheathes himself inside.

He clenches down tightly as the man above him bottoms out and groans loudly against his neck, legs wrapped around his waist as rough hands grip his thick thighs.

"I don't like the thought of my son fucking you whenever he pleases."

Taehyung is too blinded by pleasure to do anything else but moan, thick cock fucking into him rapidly, angrily.

"He's my husband. He can have me whenever he wants." He whimpers out when the man thrusts into him roughly, not at all liking his words.

A harsh grip on his chin forces him to look at the man in the eyes, body jerking harshly from the way he pounds into him.

"The thought of you beneath him like this makes me crazy. Don't want to share you with anyone."

Taehyung responds with a soft mewl, cunt clenching tightly at his possessive words as hot lips claim the skin of his neck.

"Don't leave a mark." Taehyung warns breathlessly, drawing a growl from the man who grips his thigh harshly in response.

"Turn around," he says instead, pulling out and watching as Taehyung obeys immediately.

He grips his heavy cock in his hand before placing his other hand on Taehyung's lower back as he guides his cock back into him.

He can fuck him better this way, hands grip his hips tightly as he thrusts forward roughly.

Taehyung whines, back arched further when a rough palm comes down onto his ass.

"Does he fuck you like this? Have you on your knees for him?"

Taehyung hums and nods his head with a whimper, groan of pain leaves his lips when his hair is pulled and he's mounted from behind.

He thinks of Jeongguk's strong hands holding his sides, caressing his belly as he fucks him slowly from behind.

He's so gentle and caring, makes Taehyung cry and see the stars as he fucks him hard and fast when he feels like it.

He knows his body like the back of his hand and Taehyung has always found it so hot how the younger knows exactly how to have him withering beneath him.

"You're mine." He argues, the sound of his balls slapping against the underside of Taehyung's thighs is loud as he hammers into him.

Taehyung can feel tears gathering in his eyes from the pain in his scalp mixing with dirty pleasure.

He doesn't know why he agreed to come, can't find it within himself to think deeply as to why.

"If only he knew how much of a slut you are for me. How you beg for my cock like a little girl."

Taehyung's eyes sting and his cheeks burn in humiliation at his words, soft whimper leaves his lips when his thrusts increase.

"Y-You can't tell him." He pleads softly but is met with a sloppy kiss when he turns around.

"I won't." He agrees, eyes dark and predatory as he stares down at Taehyung. "But promise me you'll keep letting me have you like this. I don't think I can live without you."

Taehyung knows this is another love confession, feels slightly sick at his words but swallows it down enough to nod and utter those words back to him.

It seems to calm him down, leaves Taehyung a sticky mess of white as he pulls out of him slowly.

He ignores the dark bruise on Taehyung's inner thigh that was there when he arrived, feels something dark settle in his stomach at the thought of his son's lips down there.

Taehyung blushes when he notices him staring, thighs clamped together as a dribble of cum falls down his thigh.

"He's always gentle, it didn't hurt—" He tries to say but the man cuts him rudely.

"I know." He says, hands gripping his ass tightly as he watches his own release spill out of him.

Taehyung grips his upper arm lightly, lets him watch as he clenches and unclenches around air.

He jolts lightly when a finger toys with his glaze-y folds, fucking some of that cum back into him.

"Wish he could see this. Want him to see you stuffed full of my cum. You can't even keep it all inside."

Taehyung's lashes flutter shut as he's kissed softly, middle finger sinking into his fluttering hole and rubbing slightly.

"N-No," he whines pathetically but kisses him back, wet cock rubbing against his thigh.

"Kept you nice and content, stuffed full with my cock while Jeongguk was gone. I want him to know how tight you were up until I fucked you so good."

Taehyung breathes harshly when he pulls his finger out of him and wipes the fluids against his ass, making him bite his lip.

"How you trembled and cried, pretty hands gripping the sheets as I made you mine. I want him to know that another man warmed his bed and fucked his little wife."

"Stop it," Taehyung mumbles quietly as he pulls the sheets around his naked body, cheeks burning with shame.

"Fine," he says, pulling Taehyung closer by the hip and locking their lips together in a searing kiss.

The younger begins to pull away seconds later, hands pushing the man's face away from his, " I should get going. Jeongguk will begin to worry that I've been gone for so long."

"Sure seems like he has you on a leash." he grumbles under his breath but Taehyung ignores him as he gets up and begins making his way to the bathroom to take a quick body shower.

He can't show up with wet hair because Jeongguk will begin to suspect but he also can't show up with semen between his legs for his husband to see.

He's quick, out before he can hit the ten minute mark and putting his clothes back on.

There is a hand gripping his wrist and twirling him around for one last kiss before he steps out the door and makes sure no one sees him enter the elevator.

It scares him, sneaking around with another man. With his own father-in-law.

He isn't like this. Taehyung doesn't know what has gotten into him but he would never dare cheat on a man like Jeongguk.

He loves him with all his heart, he knows he does. So then why is he doing this?

Why was it so easy for him to fall into the arms of another man in the absence of his own.

Meeting up with Jeongguk's father every single day made Taehyung unknowingly form a bond with this man that he cannot shake off.

He wipes away the frustrated tears from his eyes as he walks towards he and Jeongguk's apartment and forces himself to open the door.

Immediately he is greeted with the smell of ramen, making him smile as he makes his way to the kitchen and his husband is three cups into the noodles. There are two untouched ones that make Taehyung shake his head.

"Are you really going to eat all of those?" He questions in fake awe because really, he isn't all too surprised.

Jeongguk looks like a dear caught in headlights, wide doe eyes staring up at him as he slurps the noodles.

He sets his keys down on the coffee table and before he can even turn around to join Jeongguk in the kitchen, he feels strong arms wrap around his waist and Taehyung can't help but close in his eyes in content.

A soft sigh escapes his lips when Jeongguk's soft lips kiss the nape of his neck and he turns around quickly in order to kiss his husband on the mouth.

"I missed you." Jeongguk pouts seconds later as he pecks his lips, hands on his hips as Taehyung giggles at him.

He hesitantly opens his mouth for Jeongguk to hand feed him some noodles and has to act like he isn't all that hungry because he was supposed to be having lunch with Seokjin.

"How was lunch?" There it is.

The question is innocent and Taehyung has to stop his heart from racing with anxiety.

"It was great." He says nonchalantly as he picks up the empty ramen cups and turns around to throw them away.

Jeongguk doesn't seem to notice anything off about his short reply and hums as he finishes off the fourth cup.

This seems to go on for a while.

Taehyung successfully avoids visiting Jeongguk's father when Jeongguk invites him until he can no longer keep making up excuses to go.

He feels himself about to vomit when Jeongguk presses the doorbell and they wait for him to open it.

Almost instantly the door opens and Taehyung can't help but avoid the man's gaze because not only has he been avoiding having sex with him, but he has been avoiding him altogether.

He can feel his heated gaze on him for a few seconds before they are gone and Taehyung practically sighs in relief when they are let in and Jeongguk quickly strikes up conversation with him.

Taehyung winces as he takes a seat on the couch and can't help the flashbacks that come to mind of him sprawled out on it with his head tilted back in pleasure.

He swallows audibly when Jeongguk joins him on the couch and rests his arm behind his head on the couch.

Jeongguk's father sits across from them on another couch and Taehyung tries so hard to avoid looking up at him.

They talk for a while and Taehyung tries to join in every so often so Jeongguk won't begin to question his silence but wants nothing more than to run away.

When their takeout gets there, Taehyung excuses himself to go to the bathroom and isn't prepared to be harshly shoved against the nearest wall on the way back.

He feels his shoulder collide with the wall painfully as he gasps in surprise, eyes wide when familiar arms cage him.

"What are you doing?" He demands.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Taehyung says back to him but it seems like that wasn't the correct answer.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asks instead, eyes incredibly desperate that it makes Taehyung feel like a terrible person for wanting to stop this affair.

"I-I'm not."

They both know that's bullshit.

"Great. I want you here tomorrow. Jeongguk is going to be busy at that meeting."

Taehyung doesn't respond when he returns to the kitchen but they both know he'll be there.

Taehyung stuffs his fingers into his mouth as he bounces on Jeongguk's lap, shiny tears brimming in his eyes and a whimper escapes his lips when strong hands grip his hips.

He kisses down his throat slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of his neck as the sound of their bed squeaking lightly fills the room.

Taehyung likes taking his time fucking himself on his husband, likes savoring moments like these where Jeongguk just lathers him with his love.

"I love you so much," he murmurs against his ear as Taehyung grinds his hips down and tightens his grip on his shoulders.

His thighs tremble so prettily when Jeongguk reaches down to grip them, thick flesh spilling out between his fingers.

He shakily moans when Jeongguk's cock brushes against his sweet spot, eyes closed shut as his lover groans against his lips.

"I love you more," Taehyung whimpers, clinging to him tightly as they both reach climax.

He giggles when Jeongguk's nose tickles his neck, eyes fond as his husband holds his head with his hands and kisses him.

He subtly ignores the messages coming into his phone and turns it off quickly while Jeongguk is distracted.

His smile reappears when Jeongguk looks at him, hands gripping the flesh of his ass while Taehyung slowly pulls off of him.

They pull the sheets over their nude bodies as Taehyung rests his head on the latter's chest and places his left hand over his chest.

Jeongguk immediately grabs it and smiles softly as he plays with the ring on his finger, eyes distant.

Taehyung is about to question it when Jeongguk opens his mouth to share, "When I was away, everyone always told me how their girlfriends left them while they were away because they couldn't handle only seeing them less than half a year. I told them I was so lucky to be married to someone like you."

Taehyung's smile gradually fades into nothing but a pile of guilt.

Jeongguk leaves again not even two months later with the promise of returning home earlier than last time.

Taehyung cries the entire week leading up to Jeongguk's departure, nose stuffy and eyes bloodshot by the time the doorbell of his apartment rings.

He immediately knows who it is, not at all surprised that the man drove down only an hour after Jeongguk said goodbye to Taehyung once again.

He's a mess, unable to deny the older man the simple pleasure of comforting him, fragile limbs settled on his lap as he cries his little heart out.

They don't talk for a while, rough hand rubbing Taehyung's back as the younger sniffles against his shoulder.

He feels pathetic when the man lifts his chin with his hand and plants a kiss to his quivering lips, making Taehyung blink through tears.

For a second he sees his husband through blurry vision, head raised to kiss the man again.

"Let me take care of you." The man says as he begins to run his hand up Taehyung's bare thigh, hands gripping the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it over his head.

Taehyung doesn't say anything but he makes no attempt to stop him, sniffles leaving his lips as the man begins to kiss his collarbone softly.

"Let me worship you like you deserve. I'm going to kiss every single inch of you, baby. By the time I'm done, you won't want him back. I promise."

Taehyung helps him remove his shorts quietly, baby pink lacy thong now on display for him to see.

He lays Taehyung down onto the bed slowly, climbing over his body with lust-filled eyes before he begins to suck open mouthed kisses along his lower belly.

Taehyung whimpers softly when the man lowers his mouth to his clothed cunt before he's pulling the lacy thong down and mouthing at his folds.

The younger arches his back off the bed immediately when he hears the man slurping between his folds.

He continues to do so until Taehyung begins to tremble violently, thin fingers fisting his hair tightly.

He does not leave a single inch of Taehyung's body untouched like he promised, sucking harshly on the delicate skin of his inner thighs.

Taehyung moans softly when he feels the man between his legs kiss the skin of his ass, greedily kneading the flesh and biting it gently with his teeth.

"Fuck— it's so fat." He practically growls out as he brings his palm down and watches Taehyung jolt lightly in surprise.

"You would look so good with my cock between your cheeks. Hm? Want that?"

Taehyung whines from his position on the bed with his face buried into the sheets, ass in the air as the sound of clothes rustling fills the room.

He doesn't have to wait long, knows it's coming when the older hisses as he pulls his cock out from his pants.

"Please." He finds himself begging when the heat of his member lands against his lower back, precum leaking off his throbbing dick.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"Want you to take me. I want you inside of me, please."

The man groans against his shoulder blade as he roughly pumps his cock in his hand, eyes never once leaving Taehyung's ass.

"You're going to let me come inside of you. I want to see you take all of it."

It's not a question, more of a statement that makes Taehyung whimper sweetly just as the man breaches his cunt from behind.

His cock settles snuggly between his asscheeks as he holds onto his hips and watches himself disappear inside of the younger.

"You're doing so good," he praises him, chest heaving as he thrusts into him once again and watches as Taehyung's body rocks forward slightly.

His pussy clenches around him tightly as he stretches him open, hands gripping his asscheeks together in order to create more friction.

He quickens his pace suddenly, loud curse stumbling from his lips when Taehyung trembles in his hold and his thighs nearly give out from beneath him.

"Fuck— fuck, fuck!"

Jeongguk's father comes inside of him heavily, spilling his release within him as Taehyung's breathing hitches.

His cock smears even more semen onto his ass when he pulls out, slapping the flesh with his cock and watching the soft ripple of skin.

"You're going to be the death of me." He groans when Taehyung shifts lightly and more cum oozes from between his legs and dribbles down his soft inner thighs.

He kisses his way up to Taehyung's lips and smiles when he notices the boy has stopped crying, soft hands sliding down the elder's back as he tugs gently at his sensitive nipple.

He takes his time playing with each bud, drawing soft whines from the younger who lightly runs his nails down his back in response.

"O-Oh—" he gasps when Jeongguk's father brings him onto his lap and makes him straddle him.

They're very much still naked and it makes Taehyung want to cry out when he feels his thick cock pressed right against his folds.

He fists his hands and rocks his hips down onto his member as hands grip his hips possessively.

The younger mewls softly when the man helps him move his hips, hot lips pressed against his chest.

"Want it again." He cries softly as he attempts to reach down and guide his cock to his fleshed heat.

He seems to sigh in relief once he sinks down on the reddened cock, body shivering at the length buried inside of him.

He doesn't immediately move and Jeongguk's father takes the opportunity to kiss him feverishly as he caresses his wide hips.

"Need to see you ride my cock. Need to see your pretty face fall apart as you fuck yourself."

Taehyung shakes his head weakly but does it anyway, slowly bouncing on his cock and whimpering sweetly as his face falls apart slowly.

The eyes on him as hungry and predatory, never once leaving his face as he watches the younger's lips quiver every time he falls back down and his ass collides loudly with the top of his thighs.

He doesn't stop until the man gets what he desperately craves, eyes in awe as Taehyung throws his head back and cries softly as his cunt squeezes his cock tightly.

The man forces his thumb between his plump lips, watching the younger suck on his digit as he bounces up and down.

"A-Ah—..O-Oh!..."

Taehyung's thighs tremble violently as he squirts around him, eyes brimming with fresh tears before the elder shushes him softly and begins to thrust upward into him.

He brings himself to release moments after hammering into the younger rapidly, heavy cock nested between his cheeks.

"You did so good, honey." He murmurs, watching Taehyung wipe away his tears and nod softly.

"Do you feel better?" He asks him as he caresses the nape of his neck and waits for Taehyung's response.

"Hm," he mumbles softly, leaning forward against the man's chest while he remains perched on his lap. He's still impaled on his cock, thighs straddling him.

"That's what I like to hear." He murmurs as he wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist and kisses his temple.

He eventually slips out of him minutes later with a low groan, prepping kisses to Taehyung's lips.

"It's messy," the younger pouts, eyes pointed down to his lower half that's smeared in semen as it helplessly leaks out of him.

"You're so fucking full of it, aren't you?" He whispers darkly to him as he grips his hips in a bruising grip and examines him.

Taehyung whines at his words as he buries his face into his neck in embarrassment. "I can feel it in my belly. It's so warm."

He refrains from mentioning Jeongguk, not wanting Taehyung to even think about the latter at the moment.

Instead he plunges two digits into his sopping cunt, drawing a gasp from Taehyung who moans softly in response to him thrusting them in and out.

"Mine." He says seriously before slipping his tongue into the younger's mouth before he can protest.

He pumps his fingers in and out roughly all while kissing him deeply, quickly adding a third finger when Taehyung whines against his mouth.

"My son may think you're only his but the truth is that I get to fuck you more times than he can a year. It's quite pathetic."

Before he can comment any further Taehyung is pushing him away, roughly ripping out his fingers from his body.

"Don't talk about him like that." He says, tone defensive as he sits up on the bed despite the further mess he creates on the sheets.

He's upset, the elder can tell instantly.

"Then how should I? Because from where I'm standing all I see is an idiot who is dumb enough to leave his husband alone for months at a time. How can he expect you, or anyone for that matter, to sit and wait for him to return."

Taehyung remains quiet, feels himself begin to frown as he bows his head and stares into his lap in order to avoid the man's gaze.

"You deserve to be with someone who can take care of you every second of the day. Someone who can hold you whenever you need to be held and someone who can pleasure you whenever you desire."

Taehyung tries to block out the sound of his voice, swallowing harshly when his chin is suddenly gripped and he is forced to stare at the older man in the eyes.

"I love him." Taehyung says easily as a tear slips from his eye and falls down his cheeks.

There's a second of silence before: "But I need him here with me more than he'll ever know. My feelings for him will always remain but I can't keep ignoring my own needs in order for him to be happy. He loves his job and I can't stand the thought of losing him, the thought drives me insane."

Jeongguk's father remains silent as he watches Taehyung begin to cry harder, emotions coming out all at once.

"I felt like such a horrible person every time he would touch me, knowing that you had done so as well... this would absolutely break his heart and I can't fathom him ever hating me. You were there for me when he wasn't and it's sick—"

"It is not—"

"Yes it is. You are his father for god's sake! He would be disgusted. I should—"

"Don't finish that sentence." He warns him but Taehyung does it anyway with a shaky whisper. "I should be ashamed for letting you into my bed. You're my father-in-law and twice my age, this is wrong."

Taehyung gets up from the bed and hurries into the shower, unable to escape from the rough hand that clamps over his wrist.

The man presses him tightly against the tiled wall, the coldness of it against his bare back makes him gasp and whimper all at once.

Jeongguk's father turns on the water but doesn't let him out of his sight as he closes the glass door shut and cages the younger in.

"Look at me, baby." He murmurs as he softly lifts Taehyung's chin and kisses him on the lips, warm water cascading down his back.

Taehyung is still upset but does so anyway, tears brimming in his eyes as he sniffles softly.

"The thought of you wanting to end this makes me crazy..." he says tensely, back muscles expanding as he leans down to bury his face into the younger's neck as he holds his waist tightly.

Taehyung wipes his tears quickly as open mouthed kisses are left along his jaw, hands caressing his sides.

"You're mine, Taehyung. You're more mine than you are his." He tries to reason with him, hand lowering to his thigh before resting beneath the swell of his ass.

He rubs circles onto the skin of his inner thigh and watches as the younger bites his lip softly and his hair falls into wet ringlets.

He cleans the semen spilling down his legs and between his cunt, pressing kisses to his tender skin all the while.

Taehyung never answers him, soft pout on his lips as the man turns off the warm water and wraps a towel around him.

He wraps one around his lower half before he gets busy drying Taehyung's body, the younger finally stops when the man kisses his nipples tenderly.

Goosebumps rise onto the younger's skin, causing him to whine quietly when Jeongguk's father dries his ass.

He makes a show of kneading the mounds, dark eyes staring down at Taehyung whose eyelids are half shut.

"What should you wear for me? Huh?" He asks him quietly, sucking gently on the skin of his collarbone.

"Let me pick out your thong. I want to put it on you." He says, eyes lustful as he follows Taehyung's finger who points at a drawer.

In the end he chooses a deep red lacy g-string that Taehyung hasn't even worn once, the tag still hanging from the material.

The man smirks as he eyes the thin material before sitting in the corner of the bed and motioning Taehyung over.

He stretches the underwear lower to the ground and waits for Taehyung to step into it, dainty fingers holding onto his shoulder for balance.

Once both of his long, honey legs are into the g-string, the elder begins pulling it up. Taehyung can practically see his drool as he reaches his upper thighs and the material hugs his curves.

The thin band disappears between the globes of his cheeks and the man groans loudly at the sight, hands spreading his ass roughly and watching as the string rubs against his hole and cunt.

"So pretty." He hisses, juggling the mounds roughly and watching as they bounce back together every single time.

He leans down lower to suck a hickey onto the swell of his right asscheek, listening to the soft moan Taehyung lets out.

He leaves a few more onto the other one as well as his handprints, chest rumbling at the reddened skin.

Taehyung puts on a soft pair of teddy pajamas that consist of tiny black booty shorts and a crop top tank top.

"Beautiful." He murmurs to the younger as they kiss beneath the sheets, hand possessively wrapped around his waist while the other lifts one of his long legs over his body and caresses the smooth skin.

Taehyung hums as he leans against his chest, pecking his lips when the man puckers his lips for a kiss.

They fall asleep in Jeongguk's bed, legs entwined and chests together.

Dear Jeongguk,

Life is... different. In between heated kisses and worshipping hands, I have managed to lessen my heartache. He looks just like you and I find comfort in his arms. His body on-top of mine renders me weak as he makes me his in ways that only you had.

I know I shouldn't feel this way. I am a coward who will never gain the strength to tell you this so I write it in a pathetic letter that no one will ever read.

I let him have me. In a moment of weakness within the absence of your body, I allowed him to have his way with me. The action was in the heat of the moment but has continued since.

He makes it all okay, Jeongguk. The lingering loneliness disappears as he holds me against him, warm lips against my skin.

You must think I'm sick and rightfully so. I could not possibly love a man that could potentially be my father. But the more I look at him and the longer he caresses my skin and whispers beautiful nothings into my ear, the more convinced I become that I love you both.

Taehyung smiles at the man sitting across from him at the table, leaning in to kiss him as they finish up their lunch.

"Come here, darling." He murmurs when they both get up and finish putting the dishes away, softly patting the young's ass who flushes and giggles like a school girl.

He's wearing black leggings and a soft, baby pink sweatshirt. He knows his ass looks amazing and that's one of the main reasons he wore it, purposely bending over the counter when the elder stood behind him.

Taehyung instantly kisses him back as he's practically bent over the table and the man's hands harshly pull down his leggings only to be met with no underwear.

Taehyung whimpers when the sound of the man undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants can be heard before he's pressing against his cunt, not concerned with stretching him since they'd only fucked earlier that morning.

Taehyung shuts his eyes and listens to the rhythm of his thrusts against his ass, hands gripping his hips tightly as he groans loudly and fists his hair.

"Harder," he mumbles breathlessly as his body jerks forward wildly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he arches his back.

"You little vixen." The man practically growls, "You could've just asked for my cock but this is so much better."

Taehyung mewls when a loud smack is landed against his ass, flesh rippling as the man's cock rubs incessantly against his heated walls.

"Come inside of me." Taehyung moans although he knows the man isn't asking for permission, never has.

"Always." He promises his gruffly as his thrusts increase in speed, bruising kiss pressed to the side of his throat as he leans over him and pounds into him.

The younger cries quietly when he feels his stiff cock twitch inside of him, warmth spilling into him seconds later when a groan fills his ear.

Taehyung whines when the man continues to milk himself inside of him, shallowly thrusting into him as his hips lay flush against the swell of his ass.

"Made me yours." The younger whimpers out as the elder kisses his shoulder and curses at his choice of words.

"That's right, I did. You took my cock so well. Your cunt is mine, don't ever forget that." He breathes harshly against his ear, making Taehyung nod his head quickly.

"Mhm," he cries softly when the man shifts his hips and his cock brushes deeper inside of him.

Taehyung's been responding so nicely to him lately, the man can't help but notice how the younger submits to him so helplessly and willingly.

Voicing the man's darkest desires and finally agreeing with his possessive choice of words and even engaging in dirty talk.

When the man finally pulls out moments later, Taehyung slowly stands up from his bent over position and pulls his leggings over his ass.

He doesn't seem to mind the mess between his legs and the man groans as he pulls him in for a kiss, "You had planned this, didn't you? Walking around in those leggings and no underwear, begging to be bent over and fucked."

Taehyung moans against his mouth, fingers fisting his shirt and he doesn't bother denying the statement.

"Gonna walk around like this all day so I can feel you inside of me." Taehyung whispers into his ear as the man's eyes darken and pushes Taehyung onto his knees.

It doesn't take long for his cock to harden again, thick girth in the younger's mouth as he blows him.

He's thick, feels nice in his hand and even nicer in his mouth as he slightly chokes on it. The pubic hair that sits at the base tickles his nose lightly as he takes him deep in his throat, watery eyes staring up at the man who fists a hand through his hair.

"That's it baby. You're so good at this." He moans as he thrusts into his mouth, the sound of Taehyung choking fills his ears.

He doesn't stop until he comes, spilling into Taehyung's mouth as the younger tugs at his cock with his hand to milk him.

"Good boy." He murmurs when Taehyung rises from his spot in the floor and kisses him gently on the lips despite the residue on his mouth.

He can taste himself on his tongue and tightens his hold on him, loves that Taehyung knows how to please him.

They don't talk about Jeongguk much these days. Taehyung mentions when he's about to write the male a letter or lets his father know when Jeongguk wrote one back to him.

It's an unspoken agreement that they won't make him the hot topic of each conversation. Taehyung misses him but the hurt and pain diminishes when he lies in bed with this man.

He doesn't cry as much, can't find time to do so when his thoughts are immediately occupied by him.

He practically lives in their apartment now and Taehyung is glad his complex is full of rich, snobby CEO's who don't even bother to notice who enters and who leaves their apartment.

They spend most of their time by the electric fireplace, bodies tangled on the floor as Taehyung's warm skin burns up with his touches.

It's in the late hours of the night, after a bottle of champagne and a few strawberries later that Taehyung says those three little words for someone else.

Things are... different.

Taehyung feels it the morning after as he awakens to breakfast in bed and lips permanently stuck to his.

Jeongguk's father is delighted at the revelation of love, acting as if though they have just gotten married.

In a way it lessens the guilt in Taehyung's heart, shy smile on his lips as the man watches his every move.

His vagina feels sore as he sits up to eat his scrambled eggs, the reminder of him falling asleep with cock still inside makes him blush prettily.

Jeongguk's father must have slipped out of him sometime throughout the night, distant memory of a low groan against his cheek.

"Good morning, gorgeous."

Taehyung mumbles it back to him as he takes a sip of the orange juice and feels the refreshing liquid hit the back of his throat.

"You got a letter in the mail this morning."

Taehyung hastily takes it from him but not after he's pecked on the lips, eyes excited and curious once he reads the familiar name on the envelope.

He rips it open then and there, setting his breakfast aside and unfolding the letter while the elder slides in beside him to read over his shoulder.

Dear Taehyung, it reads.

As I write you this letter we prepare to leave the country to another. The days have seemingly gotten colder but not because of the weather but because I feel empty without you in my arms.

This war is escalating at an incredible speed and I will not lie to you and say I am not afraid. The beds around me grow empty as the days drag on, many giving their lives out on the field.

You are my anchor, Taehyung. Every time I think I can endure this no longer, the reminder of your beautiful self keeps me sane and grounded in ways I cannot describe.

I have been commanded to stay longer than I anticipated. I know I said I would make it back to you in no time but the truth is, I don't know when that will be. Please do not cry, Taehyung. I know this was not what we had planned but I promise to make it up to you the second you are in my arms again.

I love you always,

Your Jeongguk.

Taehyung cries the entire day.

No amount of kisses or hands around him can console the painful squeeze in his heart or the feeling of fear and uncertainty in his stomach.

He doesn't eat for the remainder of the day and sits in his bedroom, one of Jeongguk's shirts clings to his body as he curls into a little ball.

He protests weakly when arms wrap around his waist and he is being pulled back into a warm chest. Sniffles fill the room as he stares at the framed photo of he and Jeongguk's wedding.

He was happy then, smiling as he pulled his husband in for a kiss on the lips, perfectly painted smiles on both of their lips.

He wonders of the moment things changed, when he realized it wasn't enough.

It makes him cry harder at all the things he once had and that now were ruined because of his own selfish needs.

"Jeongguk has always been a people pleaser. I'm sure he volunteered to stay longer." A low mutter fills his ear as he cries, swallowing harshly as his tears fall.

"Why would he do that when he knows I need him so much." He hiccups, frustration leaking in his voice as hands slip underneath the soft cotton shirt.

He rubs soothing circles onto his soft belly, hand flat on the smooth skin. Taehyung turns around slowly to face the man, crying softly as he cups his face and kisses him on the lips.

"I'm right here, baby." Jeongguk's father murmurs against his pouty lips, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer.

The younger presses his face into the man's chest, shudder running down his body as rough hands slide beneath the shirt and caress his back.

They feel nice, soothing even. Taehyung falls asleep in his embrace as the man shushes him and plants kisses to the top of his head.

He's awakened by the sound of heavy rain pouring outside and pitch darkness all around him. It becomes clear that the storm must have knocked out the power and Taehyung can only hope it'll be back in a few hours or so.

Someone comes to the door within half an hour to inform him that they are working to resolve the issue in the apartment complex and he can only thank them.

He opens all his blinds to let some light in but the rain and wind bang harshly against his windows and Taehyung winces as the window rattles lightly.

They end up lighting a few candles around the apartment to prevent them from tripping over furniture. Taehyung sighs at the silence in the apartment seeing as the television is not working and he can't use anything to ease the quietness.

The issue of boredom is quickly resolved when slightly labored breathing reaches his ear and he doesn't have to see to know who it is.

His belly feels warm when the elder follows him down onto the carpet floor. A candle sits at the coffee table a few feet away, creating a soft hallo of light around Taehyung.

The silk robe he wears slips off his shoulder and within seconds a cold nose rubs against the skin, causing him to shiver and close his eyes momentarily.

A rough hand rubs up his bare leg until it reaches the softest part of his inner thighs and Taehyung lets out a whimper into the dark apartment.

He wastes no time plunging two fingers into him, soft squelch filling the void as the younger blushes and thankfully no one can see.

"Gonna take you right here, like this. The only thing you can focus on is the feeling of my cock inside of you." He says as he manhandles Taehyung onto his back and spreads his legs as far apart as they can.

The younger shudders when he feels the heaviness of his cock rubbing against his folds in attempts to find his entrance.

"There it is." He mutters as he sinks into him, low groan leaving his lips as Taehyung scratches at the carpet below him and mewls pathetically.

The sounds are loud and clear, the slap of skin against skin makes Taehyung moan as Jeongguk's father pounds into him and holds his legs open.

He feels the carpet begin to burn from where the robe lifted and exposed his skin, body moving up with every thrust.

"Wanna ride you." Taehyung whines from below him and suddenly he's being flipped onto his lap and he gets his wish.

The robe comes off seconds later as the elder yanks it off and drags them closer to the window where he can finally see Taehyung's face.

It's red and blotchy, he's clearly been overwhelmed and the man can't help smiling when he lifts himself off his lap and sinks back down.

He kisses him hard on the lips as Taehyung bounces slowly, swallowing every soft moan that slips past his lips as he rides his cock.

"Fuck- baby." The man groans against his mouth as he squeezes his ass before giving it a harsh slap, the younger unfazed as he sinks back down with a soft huff.

The rain has since slowed down, the soft pitter patter against the window eases Taehyung's previous anxiety.

He whines when his hips are being held in place and instead the man thrusts upwards into him, rapid pace causing him to nearly choke up as he whimpers and whines against his shoulder.

"Please-!" Taehyung gasps as he cries out, thighs attempting to clench together unsuccessfully and his pussy tightens just as the man's hips stutter and he's coming inside him.

"Mhm- You feel so good." He sighs as he ruts his hips forward and Taehyung mewls at the warmth between his legs.

"A-Ah." Taehyung cries when he leans forward to nip at his neck, sucking softly at the skin.

Taehyung's toes curl in oversensitivity before he's weakly pushing at his chest, "S-Stop."

He doesn't mean it, they both know it when he moans seconds after. He lets the man slip his tongue into his mouth, effectively rendering him silent as he buries himself inside.

"I love you." The older man says moments later as Taehyung sits perched on his lap, rough hand cupping his cheek as he pecks him on the lips.

Taehyung's lips sit nice and plump as he licks his lips lightly before he's saying them back softly, eyes closing when the man crashes their lips together once again.

"I never thought I would ever hear anyone say those words again. You make me feel young and in love with life." He murmurs softly to Taehyung, nose buried into his neck before sucking onto an old hickey gently.

Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair before rocking his hips lightly, quiet moan leaving his lips when large hands grip his waist.

"Show me how much you love me." The man says to him, lips permanently attached to his neck while Taehyung holds his shoulders and begins to lift himself again.

They go at it for hours, Taehyung's thighs burn and he's shaking by the time the man comes. He shushes the weeping boy and praises him for being so good and showing him how much he loves him.

Taehyung nods softly when he finally slips out of him and cradles his naked body against his own.

The power still isn't back but Taehyung isn't too worried.

"Was I good?" Taehyung asks quietly moments later as they move to their bedroom, cunt leaking but it's the least of their worries.

"Amazing." The man says as he brings him over his chest, arm possessively around his waist.

Taehyung smiles before puckering his lips for a kiss, giggling when the man kisses him and pulls him closer.

Life is good.

Or so Taehyung thought.

Jeongguk does write back for two months. The days and nights drag on and Taehyung feels this heavy, nasty feeling settle permanently in the pit of his stomach.

He's never felt this amount of anxiety before, not since his college days when he would stay up for days at a time and drink copious amounts of coffee.

Jeongguk's father reassures him daily that Jeongguk is probably fine and either he hasn't been able to respond or the last letter got lost.

Either way, Taehyung writes him another one on the following week after the two month mark.

He has spent more time alone in the apartment seeing as Jeongguk's father still has work and he can't spend every single waking moment with him.

He finally takes Seokjin's offer to go out for lunch, feeling ashamed that he has used this same lie with Jeongguk at one point.

Seokjin is funny and very outgoing but still very wise and an incredibly protective hyung.

He asks about Jeongguk and how he is doing, knows that it must not be easy for the younger to be alone all the time.

Says he's so brave and admirable for loving and staying with his husband, it makes Taehyung's belly hurt with embarrassment and shame.

When he gets home he cries, locking himself in the apartment and hugging the framed photograph of his husband close to his chest.

Jeongguk's long lost letter arrives two days later, covered in dirt and wrinkled at the edges but it's there and it feels good.

Taehyung reads the letter in private because his husband has written some dirty thoughts, makes him blush prettily as he reads over the words a thousand times.

They consume his thoughts for days, reading what Jeongguk wants to do to him makes him moan loudly as he's taken to bed by another man.

My lips desperately wish to taste your sweet skin and bury myself into the depths of your body.

Taehyung bites his lip and throws his head back when the elder leaves open mouthed kisses down his throat.

He shuts his eyes tightly and listens to himself moan, the voice of the man inside of him rings in his ears like a mantra, "Oh yeah— So good, baby."

My hands crave to touch the soft curves of your hips and hear your gentle cries of pleasure as I make you mine.

Taehyung feels tears leak down the side of his temple as he begs, "Don't stop."

The man reassures him he won't, hands caging Taehyung's wrists above his hand as he rocks his hips into him.

"Whose cock are you taking, huh? Who's fucking you this good?" He growls out, eyes peering down at Taehyung who falls apart at the dirty words.

He hiccups adorably as he thrusts into him rapidly, grip bruising as Taehyung lays pliantly beneath him.

"Yours! Your cock." He whimpers out when the elder rams into him, hands letting go of Taehyung's waist only to settle on his thigh.

"That's right, mine. You're mine." He swears, marking Taehyung's chest with his lips while the latter mewls and takes his thrusts like a good boy.

"I'm yours." He whispers sweetly, pulling the man's face down to his neck as he comes inside of him moments later.

My pretty baby. You're so beautiful Taehyung, inside and out. I'm so incredibly lucky to call you mine.

Taehyung's chest rises and falls rapidly as the man inside of him stills and pulls out of him, cock still leaking as he ruts against his belly and smears his skin.

They're both well spent by the end of it.

Jeongguk's homecoming is unexpected to say the least.

The male's last letter has no mention of when he will be returning therefore Taehyung doesn't expect for him to be home one Tuesday morning in May.

It has roughly been seven months since Jeongguk had left and Taehyung has gotten somewhat used to his absence.

Therefore he doesn't hear the sound of the keys being put into the door nor the sound of Jeongguk's footsteps leading up to their bedroom.

The sound is clearly blocked out by the sound of the bed squeaking and his very audible moans, back arched as he straddles the man's lap and bounces to his hearts desire.

The second the door to the bedroom is being pushed open, Taehyung whips his head around but it's too late.

Jeongguk has seen his naked back, eyes zeroing in on the way his ass is positioned on the stranger's cock and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what is happening.

The room smells like sex and Taehyung's tear-stained face looks incredibly familiar.

But while Jeongguk stays frozen at the door, the man laying on his bed rises into a sitting position and Jeongguk sees red.

His own father holds Taehyung's hips as the younger's breathing becomes labored in shock and panic.

The first one to speak is Taehyung, body already moving to get off his father's cock and Jeongguk cringes when he sees his stiff cock slip out of his husband.

"Jeongguk, baby-" he begins but Jeongguk doesn't let him finish because he can't even stand the sight of either of them.

"Fuck you. Fuck both of you." He says slowly, swallowing harshly when tears sting his eyes but he won't let them drop.

He fists the bouquet of flowers in his hands, slamming them onto their dresser harshly before he's storming out of the room.

Taehyung is crying by the time he hurries to put on a robe and follow after him, hand landing on the male's shoulder only for him to harshly rip it away.

"God fucking damn it— Don't touch me, Taehyung. I swore I would never lay a fucking hand on you but don't temp me."

Jeongguk's crying, eyes bloodshot and Taehyung knows how hard he is trying to keep it together. He can see the dark under eye bags and his eyes don't look like they used to.

They're obviously not at all soft or gentle as they normally would, but they look haunted. As if he's seen a ghost.

Taehyung knows Jeongguk would never be the same after war, hates the thought of him suffering from terrible memories and now he has just added more onto his plate.

"I'm sorry," he wails pathetically, hating the way Jeongguk looks at him in disgust.

Footsteps can be heard from behind Taehyung and he doesn't have to turn around to know who it is.

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head through silent tears, eyes filled with pain and hurt as he stares at his own father.

"How could you?" He says quietly.

Taehyung hangs his head in shame when the man answers calmly, "Neither of us ever wanted for this to happen but it did. We came together in a moment of weakness and bonded over your absence."

Jeongguk's lips curl into a sneer as he takes a step forward and Taehyung instinctively reaches out to push him back before he does something he'll regret.

"You call fucking my husband in my fucking bed, bonding? You're sick. You're both fucking sick."

Taehyung shakes his head and cries harder, swallowing the lump in his throat when Jeongguk's fury turns to him.

"How long, huh? How long have you been cheating on me?" He asks him, eyes blunt and now stoic as he stares at him dead in the eye.

It's like he has shut off his emotions, flipped a switch in his brain that allows him to be this cold.

When Taehyung shakes his head in refusal to answer, the male repeats his question louder, angrier.

"Since before the last time you came home."

Jeongguk looks devastated, probably thinking back to the fact that Taehyung had been cheating on him for over a year and had lied straight to his face.

"Why? Why bother writing all these letters back to me? Why give me hope when you had already given up on us?"

His voice cracks as he speaks and Taehyung desperately wants to reach out and bury his face into his warm chest.

This is all wrong, so wrong.

It wasn't suppose to go down like this and now he is left with a husband who rightfully hates him.

"Because I still love you. I will always love you Jeongguk but when I think about all the months I went without seeing you, it makes me feel miserable. It was like I was stuck in a never ending loop in life and I couldn't get myself out of it. I can't live with only seeing you a few times a year, destined to write letters back and forth the rest of it. I needed you here, with me. I needed to feel you comfort me when I was sick, or I was afraid of the dark. But you weren't and I found myself falling into a moment of weakness. I love you Jeongguk but I love him too."

The silence in the room in deafening, Taehyung sniffles as he pulls the ring off his finger and calmly places it down on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry." He whispers but Jeongguk storms out of the apartment without another word.

Taehyung takes his things out of the apartment that same evening, knowing that he couldn't possibly take it from Jeongguk even if he knows the male would never kick him to the curb even after what he has done.

His heart aches as he moves his things into Jeongguk's father's apartment. He knows he's wrong for this but he truly has nowhere else to go.

He knows Jeongguk will return to the apartment eventually seeing as he left his wallet and hopefully he takes the time to think things through.

Taehyung writes him a note and leaves it on the coffee table beside the wedding ring, hands shaking as he sets it down with blurry vision.

Unfortunately he doesn't get to speak to him before the latter packs up his things and leaves again. He's determined to work himself away until the hurt and the pain leaves his heart permanently.

The next time Taehyung sees him again is a year later, his handsome face plastered on the front page on the newspaper.

'War ends in Victory: The courageous death of Sergeant Jeon Jeongguk.'

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