A glass of whiskey with melted ice,was sitting untouched on the nightstand next to him,the floor had scattered bottles of whiskey and vodka. Taehyung laid in bed over the black,silky sheets stained with sweat and dry cum,naked, one leg bent, the other stretched,a cigarette burning untouched between his fingers.
There wasn't a moment..a single moment that he had taken his eyes from the ceiling. Jungkook 's face kept popping up wherever he looked. Jungkook's pretty face, fluffy cheeks,sinful mouth. His bold tongue and his cold, uninteresting expression that set Taehyung 's nerves on fire.
That bloody kiss.
That fucken kiss in the alley,driven by fury, frustration and pure lust,exuding desperation, brutality and ownership.
He could still feel the punch crashing his jaw and the staggering realisation that he was so bloody turned on by it.He was still hard. He had spent most of the night, sleepless, jerking off, reaching his highs,feeling unsatisfied and seeking for more..an insatiable need to possess him, coax out every gasp,every whimper,until Jungkook was nothing but a quivering sensation beneath him.
He allowed the burnt cigarette to fall into the tray and up, leaning his back on the leather headboard, trailing his hand down his face with an irked growl.
" You're fucken obsessed Kim. Obsessed with a boy. A brat. A straight guy." He laughed bitterly." He fucken hates you and you fucken want him more."
None of it mattered.
Because Taehyung had never been defeated. Never backed out from a fight or a freaking war. A born winner. He intended to tame that naughty brat and shove his dick so deep inside his hole and bleed him. Hurt him. Ravage him.
Jungkook's image dawned on before his eyes. The way his chest rose and fell when he was fuming in anger. The way his voluptuous lips were swollen and bruised after their kiss. The way his eyes were adrift and foggy,his pupils blew wide before the punch.
Taehyung's expression distorted, hissing through his teeth, stretching his legs and laying down again, head buried between pillows. His hand slipped downwards, beneath his flat stomach, wrapping his palm around the thick, twitching cock that leaked precum and was way overworked that night.
He shut his heavy eyes and the image of Jungkook swarmed his head. On his knees, Taehyung's cock teasingly slapping his face, the boy's tongue sticking out to taste him,glaring at him like a starved man and then his cock stuffed in his mouth,grazed by that goddamn piercing.
"I fucken want you Jeon..I fucken need you baby boy..need you to make me cum..oh! Fuck! Fuck!"
He heatedly stroked his cock, fantasizing Jungkook's melodic voice cracking under him, thunderous,obscure moans clashing through the room.
He could hear it,feel it, taste it.
The way Jungkook would whimper his name, ecstatic like it killed him. The way he'd swear at him while on all fours,spreading his legs wider,pushing his ass backwards, arching his back, helpless, fingers digging into his hips.
Taehyung choked a moan." Fuck..you take me so well.." He bucked into his palm,pace erratic,teeth gnashed,hand frantically working on his shaft." Fuck, Jungkook.." he groaned loudly,voice raucous,hand moving faster, desperately chasing the image of his brat,crying on his knees.
His orgasm was approaching.
Thundering.
Overwhelming.
He was so close..
His breath spluttered as he choked out his name one final time.
" Jungkook.."
Taehyung came with a grumble moan, legs stretched,back arched, drenched in sweat,panting heavily while his mind blowing release left him desperately starving for more.
He not only wanted to fuck Jungkook, he longed to own him. Break him. Keep him. And that despair frightened him more than anything else.
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Taehyung woke up,gasping. The silky sheets clung to him like second skin,steeped in sweat, cigarettes and musk. An empty whiskey bottle teetered on the edge of his nightstand along with an ashtray filled with butts. The morning sun sliced through the half opened curtains, spilling lazily over his bare chest.
A splitting headache throbbed in his temples and his body hurt. Not from exhaustion but from his need. A need that kept him awake in his bed most of the night, imagining Jungkook moaning his name.A groaning sound left his mouth, dragging his palm over his face,still unaccustomed to the sunlight.
Pitiful.
He was a grown-up man for heaven's sake! He shouldn't act like a horny teenager,losing control, fantasizing about a man who obviously hated him and had punched him after their kiss.The most terrifying thing was that even as a teenager,he was never that dependent on sex. He always maintained control.
Taehyung had to stop. He damn well knew it. It was too risky and the situation was getting out of hand. He had a purpose and everything else shouldn't bother him. Besides Jungkook's feelings towards him were specific. He hated him.He should hate him too.
For his arrogance,his inability to accept his need for him,his big mouth spitting venom and insults but..
His mind didn't burn like that.
His hunger for that brat was beyond his control. Ferocious and soul consuming. It weakened his existence and Taehyung detested the feeling. It reminded him of his bitter past. The one he had left behind.
He only wished his mind and body realised what his logic was wailing.
The constant ringing of the bell irritated his ears,still sensitive from the headache and tried to turn a blind eye but it kept ringing. Taehyung sighed heavily, forcing himself to sit up and slowly get out of bed. He wrapped his famp skin in a black robe,his feet clashed to go down the marble stairs and rubbed his temples.
" TAE! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M NOT LEAVING TILL YOU DO." Seojoon's voice snarled." Don't make me break it."
The door lunged on,revealing a version of Taehyung, Seojoon hadn't seen in years. Pale, distorted,dark shadows circling his eyes. A freaking mess.
" Fuck man! You look like shit! Again!"The man brushed past him, marching towards the living room,a folder gripped in his hands.
" Thanks..I feel worse."Taehyung lisped faintly under his breath,reeking of alcohol.
Seojoon's eyes scanned the room. Empty bottles of vodka and whiskey sparsed around the floor,dust gathered on the furniture and that awful smell of liquor and need lingering in the air.
" When was the last time you ate?" There was no sign of food anywhere. " Or bathed?" He blew a huff." From the looks of it,you haven't had a decent meal and a proper shower in days." He grabbed three bottles from beside the couch,placing them on the coffee table."Just booze."
Taehyung hobbled to the kitchen." Drop it,Joon."
" You vanished from the company. You're not picking up my calls again. The club is falling apart. You've stopped searching. Need I go on?"
" Not in the mood for a lecture."
" Apparently you're not in the mood for anything apart from drowning your sorrow in booze and feeling miserable." Seojoon studied him for a second." As your best friend, don't you think I should worry?"
Taehyung rested his arms on the counter,not uttering a single word.
" It's about him. Jungkook."
The moment he spoke, Taehyung's jaw clenched.
" So it is about him." he concluded and continued." I saw the footage..from the cameras. You, punching a guy in the alley, storming inside the club and disappearing for five days. What's the deal?"
" I said drop it."
" Sorry but I can't. And I'm not leaving until I put some sense into that big head of yours." Seojoon walked to the espresso machine and made them some coffee. He poured it into two small cups and returned to his friend, passing him one.
" I hate coffee."
" Well..I couldn't care less. Drink."
Taehyung's lips twisted in disgust the moment he gulped down the first sip and shivered." A guy..some random man kissed him."
Seojoon blinked slowly." Jungkook?"
Taehyung nodded.
" And you punched him."
Taehyung nodded again, darting his gaze from him to the door. Seojoon's brows knitted." Then what? You came running here and locked yourself from the rest of the world? Or just your feelings?"
The man swirled his head around, fingers clutching onto the cup. " I..I kissed him..Kissed Jungkook."
Seojoon's jaw dropped and eyes popped out."No,you didn't! How did he take it? Punched you?"
Taehyung ran his tongue over his dry lips." He kissed me back..then punched me." He shrugged his shoulders.
Sejoon laughed." I wasn't expecting anything less!You're in deep shit Tae."
" Don't you think I know that? Every decision I make about him, instantly blows away when I see him. I caught him making out with that bastard and lost it. He rejects me, screaming his straight identity but he lets another guy kiss him."
" Are you sure that's what happened? Maybe the guy caught him off guard. Or forced him."
Taehyung tossed his head backwards and tousled his hair." I don't know..I honestly.don't. know."
" Tae, he's not your boy toy. And you're acting like you own him. That's not how it works,man. You're drowning in an ocean of doubt, need and misery. You're not bulletproof. Besides,we can't afford distractions right now. Not with whatever's going on."
" Do you think I chose this? I want to feel this way? It's completely out of character. I've always stayed out of trouble, fucking people whenever I wanted,no strings attached,just casual, meaningless sex."
Seojoon took a generous sip of his coffee." Get your shit together because we've got more important things to deal with." He rushed to the living room and came back with a folder, dropping it on the counter."
Preliminary results. The laundering traces back to the lower level VIP rooms. The ones we never use. Be extra careful. You snoop around in the wrong place,you might go missing too."
Taehyung placed the cup on the counter, brushing off Seojoon's persistent gaze and slogged to the window.
" Just like Taehyn."
The name and realisation struck Taehyung hard. His kid. His beloved nephew." I will get to the bottom of this. I won't stop till I find out who's behind it and bring him to justice." It was a promise he intended to keep. He owed it to his family,Taehyn's dead parents and to himself..
" And Jungkook? How will you handle him?"
The man kept his gaze outside, refusing to answer because he simply had no fucken idea!
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The sunlight felt like a clenched fist. Jungkook was lying in bed,face stuffed between a pile of soft pillows,sheets tangled around his feet. He hadn't slept a wink. He had spent most of the night, tossing and turning in bed, attempting to erase the vivid memories of his actions,his desperate sounds,that bastard's image but mostly his shame.
Unfortunately,they refused to leave!
The feeling of that man's lips pressing on his,his taste,their bodies colliding, roughly, savagely. And the worst part was that he had come, whispering his name, touching himself to forbidden parts.
He buried his flustered face deeper into the pillows and growled. Was he so needy for sex that he'd get off with his enemy? The thought stirred his insides,the urge to vomit stronger than ever. His hand trailed down, reaching and halting between his thighs.
He was hard,again.He shut his eyes and ears in the pillows, humming. And there he was! Taehyung's eyes glittering in wrath. His body pinning him against the wall. The musky scent jingling his nostrils. The incredible heat of his lips kissing him as if he was sucking his life. How mind-blowing it felt.
And then his own response. Jungkook kissing him back with the same starvation and need.He growled again and forced himself to crawl his ass out of bed straight into the bathroom.
And guess what! The moment he stepped foot inside and got under the shower to wash away his shame, battling to tame his urges,he ended up frantically jerking off, biting his lips, whimpering Taehyung 's name and cumming nonstop, hating his weakness and him.
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" At least the kitchen doesn't look like a warzone!" Jin snorted,his big, chestnut eyes scanning the room. Their hyungs had unexpectedly arrived from Busan for a few days partly because they wanted to check up on their little brats and partly because Namjoon wanted to attend a new gallery exhibition.
Jungkook dragged his feet after his hyung and into the kitchen, corking a sigh." We work, hyung. We're doing the best we can!"
" Brat!" Jin exclaimed, dangling his index finger on the kitchen counter, bringing it to his eye level and curling his lips into a curve." You work nights,you sleep days. I got it!"
The apartment was bustling in loud voices,clattering of dishes and the irresistible smell of Jin's homemade Bulgogi, sizzling in the wok.
" I came all the way from Busan and I still have to cook and feed you? " Jin protested dramatically,his hands now flipping the meat and slicing it to pieces." You can at least pretend you're helping."
" I am helping." Jimin pretended to cut veggies for the salad but in fact he was gulping down soju." And also keeping the spirit up!"
" The only spirit you're keeping is that bottle of soju in your hands!" Jin cocked his head to his side.
Jungkook sat at the table,next to Jimin, trying to look interested in their usual quarrels,peeling garlic but truly staring at nothing. His facial expression was detached,his lips swollen from the constant biting,his eyes surrounded by visible dark circles due to too many sleepless nights.
The last few days he was avoiding Aespa,finding all sorts of ridiculous excuses, behaving like a cuckoo person and the hyung's unexpected arrival from Busan was a gift from heaven! The perfect excuse to reject her dinner proposal.
Namjoon observed him from across the room with that familiar calculating expression only an intellectual - slash- dad could pull off. Obviously something more than Minhun was troubling Jungkook but he knew better than to push his buttons and force him to shut down completely.
" Kook, stop fighting with the garlic and cut it already! " Jin bellowed out,causing Jungkook to flinch.
" I'm trying, hyung."
" You're not doing a very good job!" The older arched a brow curiously." Is there something troubling you? Besides the garlic that is obviously giving you a hard time."
Jungkook huffed." What gave you that idea?"
Jin swayed around the knife he was holding."Probably that Bambi-in- headlights stare or you are trying to do basic maths at midnight."
" Or just realizing adulting requires effort!" Namjoon finally chimed in.
" I'm in energy saving mode." Jungkook responded ,giving up on trying to murder the garlic but still holding the knife and squeezing it between his palm.
Jin studied him carefully,arms folded over his chest." Should I ask or you're gonna chop off my head with that?" He pointed his head to the knife and Jungkook immediately dropped it on the table.
"You're safe, hyung."
" Is everything ok at the club? Did you find out anything about Minjun? "
" Nothing solid. And that's the problem. "
" Meaning?" Jin asked.
" There is no employment record for him at the club. But I know he was working there. He told me."
" Perhaps there's another club with the same name." Jin pointed out, stirring the meat in the wok.
" There's only one Black Swan in Seoul." He paused, sighing." Now I'm certain there's something fishy. Why else would they disappear his records?"
Jin hummed." Have you tracked down any of his friends?"
" His roommate has left Seoul and I can't reach him. I don't ask too many questions at the club. Don't want anyone to suspect me."
" And your.. girlfriend? What's her name..?" Jin changed the subject but noticed the dad, guilty expression on Kook's face.
" Aespa.. she's fine."
" When are you gonna introduce us?" Namjoon asked.
Jungkook's eyes flattered and dark shadows coated them as he darted his gaze, chewing on his lips." She's busy. Maybe another time." he lied because the truth was totally different.
Jin spun around and began stirring the food without uttering a single word. Namjoon on the other hand spoke." Invite her next time we're in Seoul. We'll be.. thrilled to meet her."
Jungkook nodded.
Lunch was a mass production of noise,laughter and affection. Jin was feeding everyone as usual,Jimin was blabbering, Namjoon was preserving the peace with polite sarcasm.
But the couple could read Jungkook like an open book. They noticed it.
The younger was laughing when prompted,smiling on cue but something was definitely off. His jokes were empty,his smile numbed and deliberate and his eyes persistently avoiding theirs.
Jimin and Namjoon were in the living room, Jungkook was washing the dishes when Jin cornered him by the sink,placing the glasses in the cupboard. He was dying to know what was troubling his brat but forcing it out of him wasn't the proper way to extract information. He tried though..
" Are you gonna tell me what's eating you or do I have to beat it out of you?"
Jungkook teased him." You sound like a Mafia king."
"Please, don't tempt me,brat." He placed the last glass in the cupboard,closed it and leaned against the counter." I raised you better than to mope like a stray, kicked puppy."
" Bunny! " He corrected him." And I'm not mopping."
" Don't use the 'cute bunny' mode. You look like you came back from a war, utterly defeated. You've got the expression of a man who has either been rejected or.."Jin paused, knitting his brows." Having an identity crisis. Which one?"
Jungkook froze. He nearly broke the bowl in his hands.
Jin's voice mellowed." Baby, I don't need the whole story but at least tell me if you're ok. I'm worried about you."
" You're always worried, hyung."
" It's my job!"
Jungkook choked a sigh and smiled." I'm fine. Nothing's wrong, just the usual."
" You're a horrible liar, Kook. Your big mouth lies and your eyes scream the truth. And I'm trained to understand exactly when you're hiding the truth."
" Honestly, hyung.. I'm fine." he shrugged his shoulders and cracked another smile.
Jin patted his back." Whatever it is.. whoever it is,you don't have to carry it alone. We're here for you. Whenever you feel ready to share."
Namjoon was sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping his coffee while Jimin was next to him, legs folded, holding his stomach.
" I think I ate too much! That's what happens when hyung decides you're too skinny and feeds you like no tomorrow!"
" Jimin." Namjoon started." What's the deal with Kook? Is he heartbroken? Confused? Or simply constipated?"
Jimin choked on his own saliva." Hyung! Don't say that! Gross!"
"I've earned the right! I've raised his ass for seventeen years and I bet there's something more than.. What's her name."
Jimin sighed deeply." It's…complicated."
" It's Kook. It always is."
" He's silent as a grave. He's not opening up. Not talking. Not even to me. But you're right. Something is going on. And it's not about Aespa or Minhun." He stirred in his place." It's about someone else and it's fucking up his brain."
Namjoon rubbed his jaw." If he's not talking to you.. it's bad."
" Yeap! Jimin laughed." So far I am the annoying therapist -bartender- brother and once upon a time I was the confessor."
" Not anymore?"
" He has completely shut down."
" He still hasn't figured it out!" Namjoon concluded, grinning.
" Oh he's putting up quite a resistance. He's afraid of his own feelings. Scared to show weakness. Scared to admit he's not straight."
Namjoon shook his head and gulped down the remaining coffee." What's his name? The guy who stirred this identity crisis. Because there's a guy."
" Our boss..well one of them. The dark, mysterious,vicious Kim Taehyung. Oh,boy!" Jimin bellowed out, scrunching his lips." Kim pushes, Jungkook resists. Kim pushes more,Kook explodes!"
Namjoon smiled widely." That's what Kook does best! He resists,avoids thinking and feeling like it's a sign of surrender."
" Frankly, I'm at a loss. I don't know how to help him. "
" You wait. Be there when he breaks. When he's ready to admit his feelings. He'll need you the most then." Namjoon tapped his shoulder.
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Jungkook dragged a breath,let it burn then exhaled. His heart felt like an insufferable burden in his chest. The city stretched out below, appealing,condescending, inhospitable. He leaned on the cold,metal railing of the rooftop,his hiding place when thoughts became too disturbing. The cigarette burning in his fingers,the smoke curling around him.
Why was it so damn hard to get rid of his thoughts? It should have been easy. He was straight.Had a girlfriend. A mission and a purpose. But that bloody kiss was glued to his brain,forcing him to do things that were totally out of character.
Jerking off fantasizing about the man he detested the most instead of Aespa. Touching himself in forbidden places and cumming so fucken easy,moaning his name. " Stupid.. stupid bastard.." he lisped, hitting his head with his palm.
His body was in complete denial, though! Each nerve screamed his need for Taehyung's hands, lips in a warily submission to his dominance that made his body quiver and his knees buckle.He gripped on the railing harder, allowing the cool breeze to roughly stroke his burning face.
He rested his forehead on the cold metal. "Why? Why him? Of all people..why him?" His stomach wreathed,drowning in shame. A kiss..a bloody kiss had stirred more emotions inside him than all his girlfriends together.
He got hard and needy from one fucken kiss. What could happen if Taehyung had..
No! He shook the thoughts out. That petrified him more than anything! His reaction if it ever came to that.. Jungkook was set on doing everything in his power to prevent it. It wouldn't be easy since they were destined to see eachother every day but not impossible!
Jungkook was so bemused in his struggles, trying to simmer down his ludicrous thoughts,he didn't notice Jin coming up.
Jin stood at the door for a brief moment, observing the boy who was steeped in sorrow and confusion but too heart headed to face life.
" You've always been too dramatic with your rooftop pondering." Jin finally spoke, strutting closer and taking a seat next to him.
Jungkook didn't wheel around,his eyes fixed on the city below him. " And you never missed a chance to follow me."
" You made me climb up every time you went missing."
" Didn't that tell you I needed privacy, hyung?"
" It may come as a surprise but the people who love you are worried about you."Jin probbed sarcastically." I was dead worried you might lean too far over the edge and fall into my garden."
" So you were thinking about your flowers,not me."Jungkook joked,no smile, not even a shred of it.
"Kook..do you wanna talk? I'm here."
" I can see that."
" It isn't funny,Kook." Jin scolded him.
" No, hyung. I don't."
" Fine. We'll just sit here till our asses freeze to death."
Time stood still. There was deafening silence,sort of speak,cool wind brushing against them mixed with the distant humming of the bustling roads. Jin didn't speak, protested, forced answers. It wouldn't work on Jungkook. He just let him stew, ponder on his thoughts and feelings.
The cigarette in Jungkook's fingers was burnt and Jin gently removed it and tossed it on the concrete ground.
" I don't know who I am anymore,hyung."
" Speaking from experience, you're the same naughty, little brat who used to sneak into my kitchen and empty the cupboards from the snacks."
"I'm a naughty, big brat now." he corrected him, skipping breaths.
" You're still you! Only in a bigger package. Growing into the next version of yourself and changing." He patted his back." But you were never good at changes. They confused you. Threatened the safety you had created around you. You're not susceptible to changes."
" I hate growth."
" I can tell."
"I kissed someone. A guy. Well,he kissed me and I kissed him back."
" You didn't punch him?"
" Yeah.. after the kiss."
Jin didn't seem stunned at all. It was like he knew and he had expected it. It was bound to happen eventually. Jungkook was conniving towards his true nature while the rest of them knew." Did you like it? The kiss.."
" Yeah.. no..I don't know. Maybe too much."
he finally admitted between gnashed teeth,his head now hanging low.
"That puzzled you more."
" I'm straight, hyung. I've never shown interest in a man."
Jin hummed." Then perhaps it's about him. The man who kissed you. You don't have to resent yourself for it."
The younger twisted around,his eyes meeting Jin's full of compassion, contradicting Jungkook's that were dipped in confusion,rage and doubts." I've spent years building who I am and what I want or believe in. And now everything is falling apart because of..him. The guy I hate. The guy I wanna punch every time I see him."
"Do you now?"
" Yes! I hate what he represents. His wealth,his corruption,his smugness and arrogance."Jungkook clenched his fists, banging them on his knees.
" But you liked his kiss."
Jungkook shut his eyes, inhaling through his nose. He refused to admit it again." He's messing with my head."
" Good! Let him. If something that fragile can fall apart so easily,it means it wasn't built on strong foundations. Don't fight it Kook. It will only make matters worse."
Jungkook jingled his head." Aespa? What do I do with her?"
Jin wrapped his arm around Kook's shoulders."Have you slept with her?"
Jungkook remained silent.
" You haven't. That's good. If that girl hasn't awakened your..excitement it means she'll never do it. Sleep on it. You don't have to figure it out tonight or tomorrow. But Kook please, don't run from it. It will follow you everywhere."
Jungkook found comfort in his hyung's embrace,even for a moment. His heart felt at ease." Thanks, hyung. You always say the right things."
Jin smiled, hugging him tighter." That's what I'm here for. Now come downstairs before your brother eats the rest of the chocolate cake."
" Hey! That was for me! "
" Tell him that! Move your bonnie ass,Jeon!"
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Jimin flopped on the couch next to Jungkook,handing him a banana milk without asking.
Jungkook took a good look." What's this?"
" Hydration. For pondering. Drink. It will lift your spirit ."
" I'm fine,Jimin." Jungkook muttered, opening the bottle.
"Right..right. I've heard it a billion times so far.And I'm King Charles!"
"You're more of a Harry, actually."
Jimin gasped."I'd prefer William but Harry is royalty too."
A small smile threatened the younger's lips but he killed it quickly. Jimin gulped a sip of his soda and stared at the mute TV,where some k-drama played but no one paid attention to it."Jin hyung said you talked."
Jungkook gave him a nod but avoided answering.Jimin lifted his head."Anything you might wanna share with your brother?"
" Not really."
" I'm offended, you know!"
" You'll survive!"
" Kook, I'm being serious! We don't talk anymore."Jimin protested.
Jungkook groaned and rested his head back on the couch, holding his milk." Not tonight, Jimin! Please!"
"If that's what you want." Jimin replied,hands raised dramatically." But just so you know? You've been walking like a corpse for days, mumbling to yourself, with a lost look on your face."
" What the hell are you talking about?"
Jimin leaned closer as if he was sharing a big secret." You're distracted,moody and unusually shiny around the eyes. That most likely means you're either heartbroken or sexualy confused. Or both."
"Did it cross your mind I'm just tired?" Jungkook sighed and blinked.
"I always think you're tired,Kook. But with a different kind of tiredness. The one that screams ' I desperately need to punch someone and make out with..him!"
That hit a nerve! Jungkook looked away." Quit fantasizing about things."
" Am I ?" Jimin kept staring." Is this about Aespa? What did she do?"
" No! She didn't do a damn thing!"
" Aha! If it's not about her then it's about someone else!"
" Didn't say that either."
" You didn't deny it."
Jungkook let out a low but deep breath, scrubbing his jaw.He couldn't answer because he didn't know what to say.
Jimin slumped back,his expression softened and so did his voice when spoken." I get that you're not ready to open up. I'm not gonna force you. But I know you too well. Whatever you're going through, it's affecting you. If talking about it helps, I'm here. If screaming into a pillow helps,go for it. I'll even hold the damn thing. If punching something will make you feel better,I'm right behind you."
Jungkook kept quiet for a long time, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to talk but couldn't find the right words." I wish it was.. easier."
Jimin held his hand." It will be once you stop running from it."
" But what if it breaks me? Ruins me?"
" We'll figure it out when and If time comes."
Jungkook was pondering whether or not to speak. He stayed quiet for a while then whispered." I..got hard from just one kiss. I mean really, really hard."
It didn't come as a surprise or a shock to Jimin. It simply proved beyond any doubt that Jungkook's problem wasn't physical but emotional." Was it..with someone unexpected?" Jimin knew exactly who it was but needed confirmation.
" Oh you can say that again!"the younger lisped, blowing a huff.
" It's not Aespa." he concluded with certainty. Jungkook's nodding confirmed it.
Jungkook bit his lips. It was extremely stressful and strenuous to think about it let alone say the words." Kim..it was Kim. He kissed me and.."
" You kissed him back. And you liked it..no! You loved it!"Jimin giggled.
" I hate that I enjoyed it.How can someone find pleasure in kissing the man he hates? Or get hard from it? A simple kiss?"
" Did you see stars?"Jimin giggled again. Finally some progress. Be suspected it had something to do with Taehyung but he never imagined that he'd dare kiss Jungkook. The guy had balls! Jimin liked him.
Jungkook weirdly blushed." The fucken galaxy!"
Jimin patted his back."Look at the bright side!At least now we know!"
"What?" He frowned.
" That your little Jungkookie is alive and well!"
Jungkook threw a menacing glare at his brother." Don't joke about it! And my Jungkookie isn't little!"
" Wouldn't know. I haven't seen it for years!" Jimin joked then his expression turned to serious." Kook, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You kissed Kim. You loved it. You got hard. That's wonderful! It doesn't matter if it's him or if he's a man. The important thing is you got a reaction."
" Why him? Of all people..why the hell him?"
Jimin wiggled his shoulders." Because you want him. Him not Aespa. Not any random girl you hook up with in a bar."
"I'm not gay!" Jungkook bellowed out.
" Don't label it. It's not about being straight or gay. It's solely about him. Kim Taehyung. Look, I won't push. Take your time to put your thoughts in order. See how far you wanna take this. But before you do anything,break it off with her. You're not the cheating type."
Jungkook didn't reply. Something inside him uncurled and he felt lighter. Jimin stood up and offered his hand." Go to bed. Tomorrow things will be better. Promise you."
The younger wanted to believe him. Jimin had always had a unique way to ease his mind and make things look hopeful." I sure hope you're right, Jiminshi…I'm too tired.."
Jimin understood exactly what he meant. Fighting your feelings could be exhausting.
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Three days later. The walls of Vante's executive floor shook under the weight of Kim Taehyung's wrath. " What the fuck is this excuse of a marketing report? Didn't anyone teach you how to write properly?" Taehyung's voice cracked through the floor like an earthquake,shaking its mere foundations.
The poor woman stammered something incoherent, her head banging low,her hands trembling before nearly tripping over her own heels on the way out. Taehyung didn't even flinch or try to help her." Get me the updated numbers. Now!" Taehyung snapped at another manager,hiding somewhere in a corner." Unless you'd rather spent the rest of the year at home!"
Nobody dared breathe as if it would irritate him more. Taehyung paced behind his desk,jaw tight,anger radiating off his eyes. His perfectly, expensive,tailored black suit felt suffocating. The Carte watch weight like chains around his wrist. Nothing could distract him at this point. Not the billion-dollar deals on the desk,not the praise from the investors about his success,not even the latest campaigns that went viral.
Because he hadn't seen Jungkook in five days and it was driving him crazy. His indifference and coldness had hurt him more than any punch. It felt like a dagger pressed to his chest, digging deeper inside the open wound.
No matter how many people flirted with him,how many employees kissed his ass,how the media was praising him,he just wanted the one person who wouldn't even spare him a look." If I don't get the results I asked for, fire them all if you have to."he snarled." And get out!" The office was cleared of people and only one stayed behind.
Seojoon rammed against the wall,arms crossed on his chest, totally unimpressed by Taehyung's stand." Are you done throwing tantrums? the man asked ,eurs scanning his friend from head to toe.
Taehyung knitted his brows." It wasn't a tantrum. That was handling incompetence."
Seojoon's voice dipped in sarcasm." No buddy. That was losing your shit because a certain bartender is giving you the silent treatment and you're lashing out on everyone."
" Shut up."
Seojoon walked closer, sitting on the edge of the couch arm." Admit I'm right. You're burning down the entire building, shouting and cursing at everyone but you don't admit it. You miss that kid."
" That's bullshit. I don't miss him."
" Don't you,now? Then why are you acting like a brat? Why haven't you gone to the club in four days?"
The man scorned." I need distance."
Seojoon rubbed his jaw." From the club or from him? Because you lost control and kissed him like a starved man and you're too scared to face him?"
Taehyung's nostrils flared. He sat on his chair,legs spread, fingers tapping on the glass surface, watching his friend stepping closer.
" Look Tae..I don't care if he's your obsession or your downfall but if you keep this up, acting like a deranged person Vante will face the consequences. You have spent your life building the company, becoming who you are. Remember that before you let your emotions get the best of you."
Taehyung exhaled sharply, tousling his hair."I'm fine Seojoon."
" You keep saying that but you don't act like it. So either go back to the club and get your man or get back to work."
Taehyung leaned against his leather chair and blew a huff. He was tired..he so much needed to sleep without dreams of a certain bartender pestering his mind and burning his body.
" Just don't break anything expensive tonight." Seojoon mumbled on his way out." And don't hurt yourself,moron!"
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A bottle of whiskey ripped the air and shattered against the wall, followed by a state-of-the-art lamp,a designed chair and a coffee table. Even that,venting his rage in breaking stuff,couldn't help him escape his thoughts. The thundering ache in his chest and his groin were pretty persistent.
It didn't matter how much he drank, smoked,cursed..it was still there. Jungkook was still there.
Everywhere.
In the darkest corners of his confused mind,where he couldn't shut him out. In the ghost of his sweet voice echoing across his scorching skin. In the fucken taste of that kiss that lingered on his lips.
He sank deeper into the leather couch,his head leaning against the backrest,shirt half buttoned,hair scruffy, eyes glistening from a blazing desire. Sweat clunging to his neck and collarbone while dowing another gulp of whiskey, hissing.
" Fuck you Jeon!" he whispered to himself."Fuck you. You're not even here and I can't get you out of my head." He sucked in deep breaths from his nose,his heart pounding in his chest, obviously disobeying that tiny part of his brain ordering him to quit acting like a horny teenager. He was a grown man for God's sake!
He abandoned the bottle somewhere on the floor next to the couch,stood up and headed straight to his bedroom. His clothes a pile of stinking form on the ground as he hopped into the shower to extinguish his need. He put on a black boxer and black shorts and since he'd obviously be unable to sleep he thought about working.
Seojoon was right. He had abandoned his company,turned his back on his mission and that was due to that..brat. He grabbed the files from his desk,sat on the bed and tried to concentrate, despite the scattered thoughts pestering his mind.
After hours of studying documents, files, numbers and statistical charts,his eyes turned heavy and fell asleep without realising it.
He was on top of Jungkook but this time the younger wasn't fighting him. He was panting uncontrollably beneath him,legs hooked around his waist, fists snatched in his shirt, eyes torrid with desire.
" Say my name." Taehyung hurled.
Jungkook gasped." Taehyung..oh fuck..Tae.."
Their mouths crashed,blotting out shame or reluctance,tongues tangled,bodies grinding as if they would die from not touching. Heat,hunger,need…
The man's hands roaming on the sizzling flesh under him,legs spreading,voice begging for more..more of Taehyung's cock thrusting inside the warm ,drenched hole, claiming him.
He could feel him,taste his sweetness,hear his ragged breaths in his ear,see his flushed cheeks,his wide-open lips,his eyes flattering at each thrust.
" I want you..fuck me harder Tae..fuck me till my legs numb..till I pass out..please.."Jungkook begged,voice swathed in need,cracked from desire for him..him and only him!
Taehyung's body jerked,his cock exploded with a heartening need,flooding the clenching hole, with a growl that echoed through his bones.
He jerked awake,drenched in sweat,kicking the files with his feet,deluged by the influence of his dream. It felt so real. His cock was painfully hard. Throbbing and twitching, dripping precum, drenching his boxer. He was dying to cum..
" Goddamn you,Jeon." he cursed into the deadly silence of his dim room.
His hand slinked down his panting chest,over his abs till he found the source of his ache. He kicked off the underwear, gripped on his cock, pumping hard, desperate,shrilling and plunging deeper to the wormhole of the abyss he was drawn to.
Clear images from the dream flashed before his eyes. Jungkook writhed under him. Moaning and whimpering his name. Begging to be fucked. His eyes exhibiting defiance and total surrender to Taehyung 's desire.
" Fuck.. Jungkook.. fuck!" He pumped his cock,faster and harder, each movement ramping up his torment. His legs were spread wider,his cock was brutally tormented,the tip moist and red,his hips shooting forward in abrupt,fast sequence.
" Fuck . I'm gonna cum..just for you.. Jungkook.."
He was close..his body panged,eyes shut,back arched, teeth gritted as enormous amounts of cum erupted on his hand and stomach but he couldn't stop. He needed more. Another mind-blowing release tore through him in a blaze of desire and longing.
When the heat subsided,he collapsed against the sweaty pillows, shuttered and gasping for breath. Still needy. Still hard. Still wanting.
Still craving the boy he couldn't and shouldn't want.
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"What do you have for me?" a low-pitched voice asked on the other side of the line.
" Not much." the older man replied, chewing on a piece of tobacco and stretching his legs."Jeon's schedule is the usual. Work, home, dates with that chick. Nothing so far."
" And Taehyung?"
" Goes to his company then home. He hasn't been to the club for days." It was the most boring case he had taken on but the money was good so he swallowed his frustration thinking about them.
" He's not seeing anyone?"
The man rubbed his jaw." I wouldn't put it that way. He occasionally brings boys to his penthouse but it only lasts a few minutes." Kim was either a 'fast shooter' or his gun was empty.
" Does he fuck them?" He sounded irritated and the man could hear his rapid breathing through the phone line.
" How the hell should I know? I can't see inside his fucken bedroom! You said no cameras to his house."
" But he and Jeon still don't get along." The younger voice was expecting confirmation, banging his fist on the table.
" Nope. Just the typical boss - employee relationship.I told you Jeon is banging some chick. I haven't picked up anything out of the ordinary."
" Listen to me! If you're hiding information I'll kill you. Have I made myself clear Wook?"
Wook tried hard not to laugh. That little shit thought highly of himself but he had been in this business for too long to be intimidated by a lowlife scam bag who mistakenly thinks he's got the balls to kill him." I've told you all I know. There's no need for threats."
" Keep following them. Report everything to me." With that he hung up as Wook threw the phone on the couch next to him.
" You little shit! One of these days someone is gonna put a bullet to your big head. Fucken idiot!"