Sex & Devil (Taekook)

Author's Pov

The mirror reflected a vision of perfection as Taehyung adjusted his groom's suit—a sharp, tailored black masterpiece that hugged his frame like it was designed by destiny itself. His glossy black hair gleamed under the soft lighting, styled to effortless perfection.

Today wasn't just any day. It was his wedding day. And his heart was racing faster than ever.

He twirled in front of the mirror with a shy giggle, humming a love song that had been stuck in his head all morning. Butterflies? More like an entire zoo in his stomach.

The wedding venue was breathtaking, every detail meticulously arranged. But none of it mattered. His focus was on one thing—or rather, one person.

The grand doors swung open.

And there stood Namjoon.

The man of his dreams. His rock. His everything.

Namjoon looked devastatingly handsome in his crisp suit, his eyes soft yet piercing as they locked onto Taehyung. A warm smile spread across his face, making Taehyung's knees wobble just a little.

"Wow," Taehyung whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "You look...perfect."

Namjoon chuckled, his dimples on full display. "I was about to say the same about you, love."

Taehyung's cheeks turned crimson, but his steps down the aisle were steady, filled with purpose. Each one carried the weight of their shared dreams and the promise of forever.

When their hands met at the altar, everything else faded. It was just the two of them.

The vows were heartfelt, their words heavy with meaning. The moment Taehyung slid the ring onto Namjoon's finger, his hands trembled slightly, but his voice remained steady.

"With this ring, I give you my heart, my soul, and my forever."

Namjoon's gaze softened, a hint of a tear in his eye. "And with this ring, I vow to cherish, love, and stand by you, always."

The kiss they shared was electrifying, a soft yet searing promise that sealed their fate. Taehyung could have sworn he heard cheers, but his world was all Namjoon.

The reception was alive with music, laughter, and love, and Taehyung was practically glowing. As they mingled, hand in hand, a man approached them, exuding confidence.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice smooth like silk.

Namjoon straightened, his professional smile in place. "Taehyung, meet my boss, Mr. Jeon Jungkook."

Taehyung turned, ready to meet the man who played such a big role in Namjoon's life. But when their eyes met, his heart skipped—not in the way it did with Namjoon.

Jungkook's gaze was intense, almost too intense, like he was peeling back Taehyung's layers without permission.

Taehyung extended his hand politely. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook's handshake was firm but…lingering. His thumb brushed against Taehyung's palm, deliberate and slow, sending an unexpected shiver up his spine.

"Likewise," Jungkook murmured, his smile subtle but laced with something that felt off.

Taehyung managed a polite smile, though his instincts screamed at him to pull away. Something about the encounter left a bad taste, a slight ripple in the otherwise perfect evening.

Namjoon didn't seem to notice, introducing Jungkook to other guests. But Taehyung couldn't shake the unease.

Throughout the night, as the world around him celebrated, Taehyung found his thoughts returning to Jungkook's touch.

It wasn't the kind of touch that lingered in a respectful way. No. It was the kind that warned you something was wrong. Something pervert about him.

But it was his wedding day. He shoved the feeling down, choosing to focus on the love of his life.

Yet somewhere in the back of his mind, Jungkook's sly smile and lingering touch stayed, a faint shadow threatening to disrupt his perfect day.

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Namjoon's fingers intertwined with Taehyung's as he led him through the quiet hallway, his heart racing like it had during their vows.

"Are you ready, Tae?" Namjoon asked, his deep voice soft and laced with affection.

Taehyung glanced up at him, nerves and excitement swirling in his chest. But with Namjoon, there was no room for doubt. He nodded, his trust shining through. "I'm ready, Joonie."

Namjoon's lips curled into a tender smile before he stopped. Slowly, he brought his hands to Taehyung's face, gently covering his eyes. "No peeking, okay? Just trust me."

Taehyung's breath hitched at the intimacy of the moment, his heart thudding against his ribcage. "I trust you."

Guided only by Namjoon's warm hand and the soft sound of their footsteps, Taehyung allowed himself to be led forward. Every sensation felt magnified—the faint scent of Namjoon's cologne, the heat of his palm, the quiet hum of their breaths in sync.

Finally, Namjoon stopped, his voice low and intimate as it brushed against Taehyung's ear. "Okay, baby. Open your eyes."

Taehyung slowly opened them, and the sight before him stole the air from his lungs.

The room was bathed in the golden glow of flickering candles, their soft light dancing off the walls. The bed was sprinkled with crimson rose petals, a trail of them leading to the center where two champagne glasses sparkled. Sheer curtains framed the windows, swaying gently as if they, too, were part of the magic.

"Joonie…" Taehyung's voice was barely above a whisper, his wide eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Namjoon stood before him, looking impossibly beautiful in the candlelight. His gaze held a mix of adoration and desire, his dimples deepening as he took Taehyung's hands in his. "Welcome to our first night as husbands, Tae."

Taehyung's knees felt weak, and he clutched onto Namjoon as emotion overwhelmed him. "It's…perfect. You're perfect. Thank you."

Namjoon pulled him into a warm embrace, his lips brushing the top of Taehyung's head. "You deserve nothing less, baby. Tonight is just the beginning of us—of forever."

Their foreheads rested together, Namjoon's thumbs gently stroking Taehyung's cheeks as if grounding the moment in their memories.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Namjoon whispered, his voice dropping into that low, soothing timbre that always made Taehyung's heart flutter.

Taehyung smiled, his voice trembling with emotion. "Probably as much as I love you."

Namjoon chuckled softly before closing the small gap between them, his lips capturing Taehyung's in a kiss that felt like a promise. Slow, sweet, and impossibly tender.

As they swayed together in the golden light, Taehyung let himself melt into the warmth of Namjoon's arms. For the first time in forever, everything felt complete.

This wasn't just a honey moon suit room. This wasn't just a night. This was the beginning of their forever. And Taehyung knew, deep in his soul, that as long as he had Namjoon, he'd always be home.