As the seasons changed and another two years slipped by, Taehyung reached the vibrant age of seven.

Life continued at its familiar pace, filled with moments of Taehyung sucking his piercings.

Taehyung had developed a fondness for the unique allure of Jeongukk's piercings, particularly captivated by the glimmering lip and tongue piercings that adorned his father's face.

In their interactions, Taehyung often found himself drawn to Jeongukk, eagerly sucking the piercings he adored, yet there was one piercing Jeongukk had yet to let Taehyung explore.

It was a newer addition, one he had recently received, and Jeongukk decided to hold off on sharing this particular experience until Taehyung was a bit older.

Each moment they spent together was marked by a mixture of playful curiosity and the innocent wonder of childhood, setting the stage for their continued relationship.

In the quiet ambiance of the office, Jeongukk sat at his desk, engrossed in a stack of documents that seemed to multiply with every glance he took.

His focus wavered slightly as he became aware of the small weight resting comfortably in his lap.

Taehyung, with his youthful energy spent, had draped himself across Jeongukk, his head nestled against his chest, breathing softly.

His legs straddled Jeongukk's waist, creating an adorable picture of innocence and closeness.

As Jeongukk sifted through the paperwork, a soft chuckle escaped him when he noticed a small stream of drool escaping Taehyung's slightly parted lips - a true testament to the child's slumber.

Catching a whimsical idea, Jeongukk's lips curled into a playful smirk.

He had always longed to explore a deeper connection with Taehyung, but given the boy's tender age of seven, he knew that patience was essential.

With a gentle touch, he caressed Taehyung's cheek, stirring him from his nap.

"Bambi," Jeongukk called softly, the endearment rolling off his tongue as he watched Taehyung stir awake.

"Hm?" Taehyung hummed, his eyes fluttering open, sleep still clinging to him.

"Are you willing to try something with daddy?" Jeongukk asked, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze.

Taehyung looked up at Jeongukk with wide, curious eyes. "Yeah," he replied softly.

Jeongukk grinned, a playful glint in his eye. "Sit on your knees, Bambi," he instructed, his tone light and teasing.

Taehyung tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his gaze. "On your thighs?" he asked, clearly delighted by the idea.

"Yes, Bambi," Jeongukk said, his smile broadening as he watched Taehyung comply.

Taehyung positioned himself on Jeongukk's strong thighs, kneeling softly, his heart racing with exhilaration as his gaze met Jeongukk's.

"What now?" Taehyung inquired, his voice filled with anticipation.

Jeongukk leaned in closer, their breath mingling, teasingly close. "Just copy what I'm about to do, okay?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay," Taehyung breathed, eager to follow along.

With gentle yet deliberate movements, Jeongukk pressed his lips against Taehyung's.

He began to move his lips slowly, savoring the sweetness of the moment as he wrapped his arms securely around Taehyung's waist.

Taehyung, caught up in the novelty, kissed back, though it was a bit clumsy due to his youthful innocence.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," Jeongukk murmured softly against Taehyung's lips, encouraging him with a guiding tone.

Taehyung obediently wrapped his small arms around Jeongukk’s neck, a warm smile spreading across his face as Jeongukk pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lingered, bringing a sense of closeness that made Taehyung’s heart flutter.

After a few treasured moments, Jeongukk pulled away, a delicate string of saliva connecting their lips, reflecting the intimacy they shared.

"What was that, dada?" Taehyung asked, his voice innocent and curious, his eyes wide in wonder.

Jeongukk chuckled softly, delighting in Taehyung's naivety. "It's called a kiss, Bambi," he explained gently.

"Oh, okay!" Taehyung replied with a giggle, his laughter infectious and lighting up Jeongukk's heart.

"Would you want to do that more often?" Jeongukk inquired, his voice playful yet sincere.

"Yes!" Taehyung exclaimed, excitement bubbling within him.

"Alright then, later I'll teach you some more things," Jeongukk said with a mischievous smirk, enjoying the prospect of their shared secrets.

"Really?" Taehyung's eyes sparkled with eagerness, filled with trust and admiration.

"Yes, but remember, you can only do these things with daddy, okay?" Jeongukk clarified, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

"Why?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head, his innocence shining through.

"Because you're mine," Jeongukk replied, playfully bopping Taehyung's nose, solidifying their bond in a lighthearted way.

"Okay, daddy," Taehyung responded, his voice filled with contentment, sealing their playful exchange with a smile that radiated pure joy.

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As the months slipped by like grains of sand, Jeongkuk dedicated his time to teaching Taehyung the art of a perfect kiss.

Each lesson was infused with warmth and an eagerness to share an important part of connection.

Whenever Jeongkuk found himself engulfed in stress or simmering anger, he would pull Taehyung close, their lips meeting in a tender embrace that felt like a soothing balm for his troubled heart.

The world around them faded away, and in those moments, the simple act of sharing a kiss became a refuge, calming the storm inside him and deepening their bond with each gentle touch.

On several occasions, they narrowly escaped discovery in his cluttered office, where the scent of old coffee mingled with the faint musk of paperwork.

Unbeknownst to them, some employees would occasionally enter without knocking, their footsteps echoing on the linoleum floor.

Each time, he skillfully crafted a plausible excuse to defuse the situation.

He would feign discomfort, claiming he had indulged in an overly spicy lunch that left his mouth tingling and his eyes watering.

On other occasions, he would touch his lip dramatically, insisting it had swelled up due to a mishap with his lip piercing, a small silver hoop that added to his rebellious charm.

The excuses flowed as smoothly as the adrenaline, keeping his secret safe for just a little longer.

At that moment, Jeongukk was nestled comfortably in his bed, enveloped in warmth as Taehyung snuggled against his chest.

The rhythm of Taehyung's soft breathing brought a sense of calm that Jeongukk desperately needed.

Recently, however, stress had been weighing heavily on him, a mounting pressure that stemmed from Bora's persistent demands.

She had been pressuring him to keep an eye on Jungkook, his estranged son, a prospect that filled him with discomfort and resentment.

Jeongukk had made it abundantly clear to Bora on several occasions—his voice steady but firm—that he wanted no part in her life or Jungkook's.

The thought of their presence intruding on the fragile peace he had built with Taehyung was something he simply could not accept.

He yearned for a life free of that emotional turmoil, one where he and Taehyung could exist without the shadows of past connections looming over them.

Jeongukk harbored a deep resentment toward Bora, not only because she had manipulated the circumstances of their marriage at the behest of his own father but also due to her relentless advances that felt like an intrusion on his autonomy.

His feelings toward his other son, Jungkook, were similarly fraught; he saw in Jungkook the same troubling traits as Bora, which only intensified his frustration.

In the midst of this turbulent family dynamic, the only individual in the household with whom Jeongukk felt a genuine connection was his younger son, Taehyung.

Their relationship had transcended the typical father-son bond, delving into a unique and profound emotional and physical intimacy that others would deem inappropriate.

This connection provided Jeongukk with a rare flicker of solace in what felt like a suffocating environment.

Jeongukk sat in quiet contemplation, realizing the depth of his feelings for Taehyung had transcended the boundaries of typical paternal love.

It was an all-consuming passion that gnawed at his very being.

Every shared moment felt like a cherished treasure; from the way Taehyung would lovingly suck Jeongukk's piercings, to the innocent yet intense trust the young boy had in him, always willing to comply with his whims and desires.

As he watched Taehyung sleep, Jeongukk's heart raced—a mixture of pride and an ache of longing swelling within him.

It was as if he were drowning in an ocean of his own emotions, overwhelmed by an insatiable need to possess every part of Taehyung’s world.

The thought of anyone else looking at his son with admiration made his stomach twist.

While the mere idea of another person’s hands—whether delicate or rough—touching Taehyung sent him into a whirlpool of jealousy.

His thoughts spiraled deeper; each day he was fully aware that he was weaving an invisible thread, entangling Taehyung within his own existence.

Jeongukk's longing was laced with an overpowering obsession, a desperate yearning to keep Taehyung entirely to himself, both physically and emotionally.

And in the hushed corners of his mind, he felt assured that he was achieving his goal.

Holding tightly onto the precious bond they shared, as if it were a delicate flower that he feared might fade away.

As the shadows of doubt began to creep into Jeongukk's mind, he tenderly brushed his fingers across Taehyung's cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“Bambi,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung blinked awake, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and released a sweet, sleepy “hm” that lingered in the air.

Jeongukk's gaze softened as he continued, “I want to teach you something new.”

“Really? What is it?” Taehyung replied, curiosity glimmering in his eyes.

“It’s similar to the kisses we’ve been sharing, but it’s a bit different,” Jeongukk explained, a hint of mischief dancing in his tone.

“Okay,” Taehyung said, nodding with eager anticipation.

Jeongukk brought Taehyung’s face closer, their foreheads almost touching as he locked eyes with him, creating an intimate space filled with unspoken connection.

“Open your mouth, Bambi,” he instructed gently.

Obediently, Taehyung parted his lips, an innocent trust reflected in his gaze.

Slowly, Jeongukk slipped his tongue inside the warm cavern of Taehyung's mouth, exploring with exquisite care.

He began to move his lips, savoring the sweetness that enveloped him—a delightful taste reminiscent of ripe strawberries, his favorite.

The kiss deepened, the world outside fading away as they lost themselves in the moment.

After a few blissful minutes, Jeongukk reluctantly pulled away, licking his lips in a satisfied manner.

“You taste amazing,” he murmured, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“What’s that called, Daddy?” Taehyung asked, still caught in the haze of the kiss.

“It’s called a French kiss, Bambi,” Jeongukk replied, his eyes sparkling as he studied Taehyung’s expression.

Taehyung let out a soft yawn, clearly still feeling the weight of sleep pulling at him. “Okay.”

“Are you still sleepy, Bambi?” Jeongukk inquired, brushing a strand of hair away from Taehyung’s forehead with a fond expression.

“Yeah,” Taehyung admitted, his voice a sleepy murmur.

“Then go back to sleep,” Jeongukk said, pressing a gentle kiss on Taehyung's lips, savoring the warmth of the moment.

Without hesitation, Taehyung laid his head against Jeongukk's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling him closer to slumber.

“Can you do one more thing for me, Bambi?” Jeongukk’s voice was soft, coaxing.

Taehyung lifted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. “What?”

“Could you suck on my lip piercing?” Jeongukk asked, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

“Okay,” Taehyung replied sweetly, his mouth curving into a small smile.

With that, Taehyung leaned forward, his lips finding their way to Jeongukk’s lip piercing, nuzzling against him as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth and comfort.

It wasn’t long before he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the gentle sound of Jeongukk’s heartbeat echoing in his ears.

As Jeongukk observantly gazed at Taehyung's tranquil face, confirming that he was deeply asleep, a rush of desire surged through him.

He let out a frustrated groan, the sound barely above a whisper.

With a mix of excitement and urgency, he slowly pulled down his boxers, feeling the fabric slide over his skin.

His hand wrapped firmly around himself, the sensation eliciting a low, breathy moan from his lips.

He bit his lip, eyes lingering on Taehyung's peaceful expression as his voice broke the stillness, murmuring, "Damn it, you're going to be the death of me."

The intimacy of the moment, combined with the thrill of secrecy, heightened every sensation.