The second the latch of the door clicked into place, Taehyung's luck ran out. The two men instantly kicked off their shoes, slowly unbuttoned their shirts, exposing their shiny skin,throwing them on the floor and smiling seductively as they drifted towards the huge couch, wrapping their arms around each other.
The blonde one caught a glimpse of Taehyung and bit his lips then slid his fingers on the black haired man's jaw, dragging them lower to his arched neck and hairless chest while grinding their cocks together, seductive moans radiated the vast space.
The blonde pressed his lips on the other man,his tongue licking and teasing in a show specifically designed to turn Taehyung on.
The man was standing by the bar,a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the show but instead of being turned on,his stomach violently twisted with a raw wave of intense physical revulsion.
His lungs burnt like the air in the penthouse had been replaced with acid. Looking at them touching each other,he didn't feel desire. He felt a sickening disgust deep inside his core. The sound of rhythmic,erotic moans irritated his ears, giving him a headache instead of yearning.
Jungkook's ghost was literally weighing heavily in the air, choking the room. Jungkook had never been performative or cheap but a loud, electric lava that burnt Taehyung's chest with real, terrifying warmth and feverish lust.
The urge to vomit was stealing the oxygen from his lungs. The glass quivered in his hand,his knuckles shifting to white while gripping the edge of the bar, utterly trapped in a hell of his own making.
He snapped his head around, unable to stand the sight of them.
" Daddy... come join us.. we'll make you feel so good..." the blond moaned out, flicking the other man's nipple and forcing loud whimpers out of his lips.
The black haired man tossed his head to the side,eyes blinking rapidly as he shoved two fingers inside the other man's mouth, opening it widely." Got any toys for us, daddy? Would you like to see us fucking each other with a huge dildo?"
Taehyung shut his eyes, feeling a bitter pile gathering in his throat ready to surge out. He swallowed down the urge to vomit, hissing at the forceful power his lips pressed together.
He wasn't aroused. Merely repelled.
At them. At himself. At his weakness.
What the fuck was he doing?
Was he that desperate to prove he didn't give a shit about Jeon and put himself into a fucked up situation?
God! He had picked up two bloody strangers from a bar and brought them home.
Home.
His and Jungkook's.
All of the sudden,a thunderous,persistent knock that couldn't be ignored, jiggled the main door.
" Tae! I know you're in there.Open the fucking door! NOW!" SeoJoon's angry voice roared from the corridor.
Inside,the two men went rigid, blinking their eyes in confusion at the unexpected interruption. Taehyung didn't move a muscle. He simply stared blankly at the door without the slightest intention of letting him in.
He knew Seo Joon would flip if he saw the half naked men on his couch and give him a tongue - lashing. However, Seo Joon wouldn't throw in the hat as he kept shouting.
" Open the goddamn door or else I'll kick it. Swear to God! You've got two seconds to let me in!"
At a snail's pace and dragging his feet, Taehyung teetered towards the door and clicked it open, propping a shoulder against the frame and forcing his usual mask of arrogant indifference on his face.
" You're causing a scene, SeoJoon." Tae gided,his undertone rough and laced with poison. He tossed his chin up,eyes sterile and taunting." What's the matter, buddy? Are you feeling lonely and came to join us?" He winked at him, sipping a gulp of whiskey as he stirred the glass in his hand.
Seo Joon gave him a single glance as a reply and pushed past Taehyung in quick, steady strides,his sharp eyes immediately locking on the two half naked figures on the couch.
He let out a heavy scoff,a small flash drive in his inner pocket. The absolute, undeniable proof of Jungkook's innocence. He finally had it! A security video from the hotel corridor showed those sick bastards, literally dragging an unconscious, drugged Jungkook into a room that was meant to become his downfall.
" You've been... busy." Seo Joon stated in a scornful tone.
" Well.. you know me. Never miss a chance to do something... productive." Taehyung fired back in the same tone.
" Yeah! Like getting an STD. Very productive indeed."He threw a fake smile that curled his lips without even wrinkling his eyes.
The glass in Taehyung's hand moved in circular moves and shut the door, walking towards the couch, sitting on the edge. His hand slightly lifted and his fingers grazed the black haired man's shoulder, sliding down his forearm.
He swallowed the violent stirring of his stomach and the urge to cut off his own fingers from the sheer disgust of the touch. The skin felt rough and cold under his tips." Wanna try them together? They're very... flexible." He roared a laugh to hide the trembling of his body and the panging in his chest.
The blonde man,eyes in haze, stretched his hand towards SeoJoon and whispered seductively." Join us daddy. You can watch us fuck and take turns... Come!"
SeoJoon felt sick to his stomach. A pathetic, sickening performance that was enough to make any man be repulsed for sex. Cheap seduction and fake yearning. Men like these could sell their bodies at auctions for a few extra bucks.
" Yeah, daddy..." the dark haired man slowly ran his tongue over his lips then flicked it in the air." We'll have fun. Come... fuck my horny ass with your big cock.." And before anyone could react, within a matter of seconds,the man pulled down his pants and lace panties, jiggling his naked ass up high, getting a spank from his partner, moaning like a bitch.
" Oh man! For crying out loud! Put your goddamn clothes on,you perv." SeoJoon rounded in him, an ugly grimace of utter, unbridled loathing.
Taehyung's head jerked to the side,towards the stairs, refusing to even catch a glimpse of the exposed flesh,swinging down the rest of his drink in one gulp.
Seo Joon gazed at them,his face laced with a dark fury." Get dressed and get the fuck out. " The authoritative, lethal order froze both males.
" We were invited. Daddy promised us a wild night." the blond guy fired back.
" It seems his equipment isn't working tonight or any other night so scram." Seo Joon drawled, picked up their scattered clothes and threw them in their faces." I said take a hike before security kicks you out."
Taehyung's lips were sealed and didn't try to stop his friend. He remained composed and slightly relieved at how things turned out. He would have kicked them out anyway.
Horrified by the man's sheer hostility,the two men scrambled,hastily putting on their wrinkled clothes and ran out of the penthouse without as much as sparing the CEO a glance just like he did.
Taehyung let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle the moment the door shut, walking towards the bar and pouring another drink." Very dramatic. Feeling better now? You ruined my night."
Seo Joon was content to simply hear his ironic remarks and tame the urge to lay it all on the line.
" I see that Jeon's little, cheap tricks struck a cord since you're here playing the morality police. Or perhaps you have a thing for him. Well, I must warn you, he's damaged goods. Very used."
" Fuck you, Tae. You've got a dirty mind."
" Then why do you defend him and not me? I'm your best friend, goddamn it! I was the one who got cheated." the man roared,his chest rose and fell from rage.
" Because you're wrong. You lived with him for months,yet you never understood him. You didn't even see his love for you."
Taehyung laughed." Love? You call that love? He let six strangers fuck him. I think I'll pass. He's all yours."
Seo Joon's chest shuddered, looking at his best friend. A ghost of the powerful man he once was. Reeking of old whiskey and cigar, bitter sorrow,hiding behind a shield of monstrous pride, spending his days dipped in darkness and his nights seeking comfort and confirmation in hook-ups that were destined to fail.
The flash drive in his pocket burnt his skin. He had come there with the sole intention of rubbing the video to his face. However, looking at the cynical bastard standing before him, SeoJoon stopped.
No.
At least not yet.
A video couldn't fix this.
If Seo Joon showed him the proof, Taehyung would simply accept the truth out of logic but he had to find the strength to believe Jungkook on his own. He had to see with his heart and not his eyes. He needed to tear down his insecurities, understand his feelings and admit he made a mistake.
No, showing him would be too easy.
Taehyung had to completely break down to be able to rise again and claim Jungkook.
" What were you thinking bringing two cheap whores here? In your house? Did you mistakenly think they'd make you feel something?"
" My house, my rules. I can bring whoever I want. None of your business who I fuck. Besides,this house is used to having whores. It had Jeon." the man gruffed, getting the hump from his friend's intrusion and morality attack. Of course,he wouldn't admit that he did him a favour by throwing them out. He had a damn pride to preserve.
SeoJoon jerked his head, walking to the bar, eyes locking on Tae." Fucking bastard! I finally get you, Taehyung. You're afraid of happiness. You'd rather drown in misery and darkness, surrounded by trash and cheap perfume, throwing tantrums and intimidating people because you can't accept your own feelings and the only person who was brave enough to love you,worship you and try to save you from yourself. You'll never be truly happy Tae. You're feeding from your misery because you don't know how to feel. You're a pathetic coward." Seo Joon said quietly, huffing.
" Had enough of my psychological profile or I'll get an evaluation?" Taehyung sneered, cramming down his whiskey and refilling his glass.
" Not even shrinks can cure your disease. They'd be burning their degrees. Why can't you just admit you misunderstood, you love the guy and beg him to get you back?"
The glass in Taehyung's hand slammed down on the bar. His eyes spit fire and venom." He's a fucking liar. A cheater. A plaything.. a toy for my amusement. Someone who broke the rules of our deal. He's nothing to me."
" Oh,fuck your rules. Fuck the contract. Stop lying to yourself. He's everything to you, asshole!" Seo Joon snatched him by the wrist, forcing him to look at him." Jungkook is out there every day, cooking for you, watching you from the shadows, loving you in spite of how you treated him. And you? Rude, dismissive,a total asshole. You don't deserve him. You don't deserve his love. A freaking monster, that's what you are. If you don't change, you'll lose him forever."
" Shut up. It's my life and I'll do whatever the hell I want. You ain't my mother.You don't get to tell me how to live it."
" If she knew, she'd smack your ass for good!"
" Screw you, SeoJoon!" Taehyung spit back.
The older ran his fingers through his hair and inhaled through his nose to control the need to punch him. " I'm your friend and I care about you. I can't sit back and watch you ruining your life over a misunderstanding. You're in a self-destructive mode."
" SHUT UP, SEOJOON!" Taehyung's hands clenched into tight fists,his jaw locked and the veins in his neck bulged with barely restrained fury.
" No! I won't shut up! "Seo Joon screamed back, grabbing the glass from his fingers,gripping both hands on his shoulders,shaking him back and forth." You kicked out the only real thing you ever had! The only man who was brave enough to love you! You killed his soul,you cast him out, sitting here acting like a sultan with his harem, ruling an empire that's crumbling down! Get a grip on yourself! Do something for heaven's sake!"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK JEON! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE!"
Taehyung jogged him off, releasing the grip as he stepped back, grabbing the crystal glass and flung it across the room, thrashing it against the wall into a million shattered pieces.
He gasped for air but his lungs were scorching hot as his chest violently pumped under his burgundy shirt that was unbuttoned down to his belly button. His face twisted all flashed and his red rimmed eyes wrinkled with an unexpected mixture of fury and agony.
The walls he had built for so long and thought they were unbreachable,were now shattering stone by stone into dust. The oppressive burden of his obsessive jealousy, his denial and the hidden secret he had been carrying for too long had finally come rushing out of his throat in a heart - thundering, gravel - voiced scream.
" I LOVE HIM! I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM! HAPPY? HUH? I FUCKEN LOVE HIM!"Taehyung's croaky voice coursed through the vast space like a broken soul imploring to be heard. Tears of insufferable, tantalising despair,of suppressed smothering craving flooded his eyes.
" I fell madly, desperately in love with him the second I saw him." A bitter,dry chuckle slipped through his lips." Do you think I wanted the fucken contract? Do you think I wanted to buy him? It was the only way to have him. To hold onto him. It was the only way a pervert like me could keep something so pure without actually destroying it. Jungkook hated my guts. He was cold and indifferent,not sparing me one look. And when he did... his eyes were freezing cold. Every time he saw me, he made that perfectly clear. I got rejected even before we met... and it wasn't my ego that got hurt. It was my heart. "
Taehyung's knees gave in, collapsing on the marble floor, back grazing on the wall,trembling palms covering his face as a painful,ragged sob tore through his chest.
The almighty, ruthless Kim Taehyung was utterly broken, weeping without holding back, without shame in front of his friend. A weight was lifted from his soul but the excruciating ache stubbornly remained as a constant reminder of his loss.
"Wanna hear the crazy part? The club wasn't the first place we met a year ago. I accidentally bumped into him at a café on a Monday morning and his face stayed with me for months. We didn't exchange a word. I hardly think he noticed me. But I remember how his scent warmed my senses... how his smile made my heart leap in joy... how my eyes followed him outside and how I rushed out just to... hell I don't know why... I couldn't forget his gorgeous face so I kept going there again and again... just to see him. " He laughed between sobs and sniffles, tilting his head back on the wall.
Seo Joon was numbed to say the least. He wasn't expecting a heartfelt confession of undying love but he was mostly stunned at Taehyung's revelation he had met Jungkook before buying the club." Tae..."
It was fate after all. They were destined to meet. And that fool had thrown that away out of jealousy and spite.
Well, love makes people blind!
" I sank too low, Joon. Only for him. To have him in my life and in my bed. He always ignored me, got sick every time he spotted me in the club and gave me a piece of his mind." He sucked in sharp breaths, tousling his hair,stretching one leg on the ground,the other bent." Until I realised the only time those deadly gorgeous eyes sparkled,even with rage, was when he saw me with other men. That was the only time I wasn't invincible to him. So I played along."
He paused and a sharp exhale slipped out of his lips. " You know those people you saw me with? They meant nothing. They were props. I just wanted him to look at me, to notice me as if that was enough to keep me going.And when slowly,his rage became lust for me, I knew I was wrong. I knew I was becoming the kind of man I hated but every time I thought of letting him go... I couldn't. Three years would turn into three more and three more till he had nowhere to run. Till I made him fall in love with me. Till he chose to willingly stay in the cage I built for him."
Seo Joon stood above him,his eyes watery and hand quivering as he reached inside his pocket,the flash drive burning his palm. " Why didn't you tell? I would have understood. Helped. Why pretend to...?"
" I don't know...I honestly don't.. But I haven't touched or slept with anyone else since that morning at the café. Funny... not that I didn't try but.." A low, broken hum rumbled in his chest while a steady stream of tears - unwanted and uninvited - soaked his pale cheeks. " I guess I couldn't rise to the occasion! Pathetic huh? I couldn't bring myself to fuck other men... my body had a master and there wasn't a damn thing I could do."
" So all that wild life you were supposed to live was a lie? The lovers? The one - night - stands were just for show?"
Taehyung gave a small nod." I love him so much, it's killing me. It's burning me from inside out. He's everywhere. In the air, in my veins, in my heart... stuck in my head... an image I can't get rid of. I can't touch anyone without feeling it like a sin... like a betrayal... my entire body belongs to him and he..." he wept,his head was now hanging low as tears wouldn't stop.
" He cheated, even though he didn't promise me anything.He let others touch him. See his vulnerability and I can't accept that. I had to put up with watching him flirt with women at the club, laughing at them, touching them... I'd lie awake imagining him in somebody else's arms until I couldn't breathe... it broke me, SeoJoon.. He broke me. By the end... there wasn't much of me left."
Taehyung's head tilted to the back,his teary eyes rapidly blinking as he choked a bitter laugh." I was greedy,SeoJoon." His voice cracked. " I didn't want his love. I wanted his world. I wanted him to need me the way I needed him... make him breathe and live only for me. I caged him and called it... love."
" Don't do this Tae... there's still time to fix this."
His words sounded like a faint whisper, carried away by the wind."I actually thought I was enough for him but I introduced him to a world of ecstasy that was meant for the two of us and he obviously began exploring it alone... without me. I fell in love,I depended on one person for the first time in my life and it backfired."
SeoJoon stared at him, unable to recognise the man sitting next to him. The Kim Taehyung he knew never cried. Never begged. Never admitted defeat. Never showed emotions.
"Open your eyes,Tae. See the truth with your heart not your freaking eyes. I know how bad it looks but there are two sides to every story. He's a person,not an animal to be caged. He longed for your love and acceptance,not for your body. " Seo Joon insisted, despite knowing that at that point,it was futile to ever try. Tae was hurting, wrapped in his own false judgement and driven by pure jealousy. Whatever he said to him, wouldn't matter.
The man shook his head, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his palm." I never treated him badly. I've always shown him kindness, tried to make him see me as something more than a lover and I failed. He... betrayed me... even the thought of him looking or smiling at another person drives me insane. I can't stand it. I can't handle it... I want him all to myself. I want to be everything for him. His friend, his lover, his companion, his... husband..." he laughed. " I wanted to marry him...me... that the mere mention of the word 'marriage ' gave me the urge to run. And he chose sex over me. He found pleasure in someone else's bed. It's killing me. "
" You're killing yourself by refusing to accept the truth." SeoJoon bent his knees and placed his hand on the man's shoulder." Don't let your ego drive you to disaster. Start by treating it as a billion dollar acquisition and remember how we handle situations like that."
" This isn't a bloody deal. My life isn't a corporate merger and my heart isn't charts and numbers. It's fucken real and it hurts like hell. So quit patronising me."
" You're still blind, letting your jealousy get the best of you. He never cheated,Tae. If you could open your heart, you'd understand that. He's a victim and you're both torturing yourselves for a misunderstanding. For what someone else planned and executed. " He didn't say a word about the video. He didn't need to. Even if Taehyung saw it,a part of him would always doubt Jungkook's sincerity.
No, Taehyung had to find the strength to truly see. To investigate,to find out the truth on his own,not being forced to. Tae needed to realise his mistakes,correct them and win Jungkook back.
So the flash drive remained buried in his pocket but the beast had finally made the first move.
He had found its heart.
The rest would follow.
As deeply as it hurt him, certain things had to be said,no matter how cruel they sounded. Taehyung had to step up and gain control of his life." I want to feel sorry for you. Part of me does. But you made every single choice that brought you here. You chose deception and lost. You chose to see with your eyes instead of your heart and you lost. Change before there's no turning back. Don't be a coward. Be bold and get him back. For once in your life, swallow your pride."
Most people ignore good advice but that's no reason not to give it. With that,he turned on his heels and walked out the door, hoping that his words wouldn't hit a wall this time.
The room fell into a dangerous silence. Only his ragged breathing and broken sobs filled it. His fists slammed against the floor... once.. twice... again and again.
The pain in his chest refused to dull, refusing to loosen its grip no matter how hard he screamed.
He loved Jungkook.
Was it love at first sight?
Maybe.
He never bothered to search.
He only knew that Jungkook was running in his veins like a drug and his mind was full of him.
His right palm touched and pressed on his chest,next to his beating heart but warily turned into a fist, repeatedly thrashing on his aching body.
That scent, from the two guys,disgusting and squalid, crept in the air and Jungkook's healing one was gradually vanishing. His nostrils flared and his stomach coiled.The need to spill his guts out made a remarkable comeback and forced him to drag himself to the downstairs bathroom, crawling because there was no way he'd climb up the stairs.
As soon as he reached the bathroom,he knelt,his fingers snatched the toilet and the smell hit him first. Rancid,sour with a sharp, chemical edge of stomach acid, stinking of sickness and revulsion.
Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his palm, tossing his head to the side. It was worse than he had calculated. He couldn't even stand the scent of another man on him.
He was doomed.
And that sudden feeling of raw repulsion welling up inside him and staining his flesh was so crushing it made him wanna peel his skin off.
Shower.
He needed to take a shower.
Taehyung straightened up, frantically threw the jacket away,ripped the shirt,buttons scattered all over and kicked off his pants and boxer as he stepped into the shower and turned on the valve, cold water dripping down his naked body but he didn't wince at the freezing sensation.
The cold water poured over him as he scrubbed his skin till it flashed crimson red. It wasn't just the filth he was trying to wash away but every trace of those two men. Even after they were kicked out,their stink and presence felt like a stain he couldn't remove or stand.
However the more he scrubbed,the more turned on he was. His skin was on fire,his breath hitched,that familiar, unwanted sensation of flaming lust and yearning,the one he kept buried for months,had eventually wormed their way into him.
" Will I ever get free from you, Jungkook? Will I ever stop loving you?"he breathed out, leaning his forehead on the icy tiles. His cock betrayed him, becoming harder and harder by the second. Till he had no breath left. No place to hide. No logic to argue.
Only need.
Primitive, beastly need.
Despite feeling pathetic at the treachery of his own body,he couldn't stop it.
" Screw this." he growled in bare teeth,his left hand resting on the tiles,his right hand fisting his aching cock while fiercely working on his shaft in fast, abrupt moves.
Hot sweat blended with cold wateras he roughly bit his lips and the iron taste of blood flooded his mouth, trickling down the shower tiles and into the drain. A flush crept down his neck, rising to the surface,his moans rattling the space and sounding more like a plea of despair.
His shaky fingers gripped tighter around his wet hard-on, roughly pulling the foreskin up and down. His moans and hasty whimpers alongside his rapid breathing created a misty fog inside the shower.
"Fuck... I want you... I fucken need you to keep breathing... I need to thrust inside you and never pull out... FUCK JUNGKOOK! I NEED YOU! JUNGKOOK..." His voice was laced with brutal lust and pure disgust about his reaction.
He didn't have to imagine Jungkook's naked body, glowing from sweat,rocking in the same pace as Taehyung's thrusts inside him or hear him moaning and whimpering under him..
It didn't take long for him to come.
Taehyung's back arched,his mouth split open,thumb rubbing and squeezing his slit. The racking sensation of his vulgar orgasm matched the hollow ache in his chest. Massive spurts of cum splashed onto the tiles and an earsplitting whimper flogged the panels.
And then came shame for being weak. For being incapable of taming his urges. For saying his name out loud but above all for cumming just for him.
The person who betrayed him.
The person he loved more than anything.
He crumbled onto the floor tiles, banging his head on the polished surface and letting,once again,all his pent up frustration and sorrow, the unbearable ache in his heart, come to life.
" Please... please God... make me forget him... please... please... stop my heart from beating for... him... I can't handle the pain... please... take the pain away... please..."
If only it was that easy...
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The ruthless machinery of Kim Corporation had transformed into a quiet battle of strategy, except only one side was waging the war with all his intentions on full display. And true to his words Jungkook didn't stop.
Every morning, he'd send two bags with glass containers at the front desk accompanied by a pink or purple sticky note. And of course Taehyung would bark at the staff,call it toxic trash and order them to throw it out.
The secretaries and the executives, on the other hand, had a feast, smuggling them into the break room, enjoying the mouthwatering, flavourful food over clinking chopsticks.
Kim was losing his sanity or what was left of it. His mind was a relentless, brutal battlefield,a continuous, sickening war between his hurt ego and his unwavering love for the man that betrayed him.
He had broken down and cried on his knees in front of SeoJoon but when the sun rose he was brought back to reality and his pride stubbornly refused to bend. To acknowledge his mistakes and finally claim the love of his life.
Therefore to compensate for the unwanted vulnerability growing inside him,he raised the stakes, turning into a total asshole, a monster tyrant who made his employees cry from fear,hide in the corners and his managers seek early retirement.
The only two survivors were Jisoo and Seo Joon. They knew him too well and were immune to his outbursts and screaming.
On the opposite side of the city, Jungkook tried his best to remain optimistic and grounded, thinking of his parents' warm kitchen in Busan,their unconditional love and useful advice.
' Want to fight for him? Do it. Fight for your love and future. Give everything you've got even if it doesn't get you anywhere.' his papa had told him while holding his hand.
' At least you'll know you've done all you could for your love. Be brave. Be bold. ' His appa had added, kissing his forehead.
Jungkook's ordeal wasn't forgotten, merely stored in the back of his mind. He hadn't forgotten the cruel words,the harsh humiliation of being thrown out into the cold night but he hadn't forgiven Tae either,not in the least bit.
However,he understood his point of view and was so undeniably, madly in love with him to be able to think clearly. Life was too short to hold a grudge for something that can't be undone and give into hate. No, he'd rather spend his days with the man he loved and make him pay for his wrong doings.
Because Jungkook had a master plan.
He intended to pursue Taehyung, win his heart,make him fall obsessively in love with him and in the end play hard to get, make him beg on his knees for forgiveness only for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
A preposterous idea he got by watching a silly movie with his parents,crammed between them on the comfy couch under a fluffy blanket and a bowl of popcorn.
His days were swamped with cooking, cleaning and looking for a new job in his field this time,working at a gym or as a personal trainer.
His nights resembled a bloodthirsty battle against his own body and mind. Alone in his bed,the yearning to be touched by Tae felt like a physical mutilation.
He missed Taehyung to the point he couldn't breathe. He missed the arrogant curve of his smirk,the grounding weight of his veiny hands,the breathless, possessive heat of his kisses and the raw,untamed passion they used to share tangled in bed till dawn.
His body ached from the suppressed yearning,the uncurbed need for the man who forced him to come to terms with his sexuality and made him part of the world of ecstasy.
Jungkook stood up from his bed and drifted towards the floor - length mirror and paused glancing at his reflection and studied it for a brief moment. He looked tired physically and mentally.
One by one,his clothes slipped from his shoulders and waist on the floor. The grey,short sleeve,crew neck T-shirt,grey pocketed sweatpants and white trunks glided off his burning skin, landing softly at his feet as he stood naked in front of the mirror.
His flesh was flushed and burning from a desire that he had put on ice for too long. Especially after that incident. Involuntarily,his trembling fingers ghosted over the base of his neck,next to his collarbone that was visibly sticking out and tilted his head backwards.
One glance at his reflection and he observed how his cock twitched and panged between his thighs. He gulped down hard,his breath hitched and chest rose and fell in a hectic rhythm.
His fingertips glided lower to his panting chest,a muffled moan slipping through his half opened lips, skimming towards his flat belly and instantly flinched. That hollow emptiness in his lower abdomen,that cruel feeling of loss was a twin torture for him.
Lust and yearning mixed with ache and absence. Two entirely different kinds of pain. One born of longing and the other born of grief. Both twisting together in a knot that only Taehyung could untie and unfortunately he wasn't there. He was alone to handle a situation that tore him apart.
As he took a deep breath,he swallowed his need for Taehyung's touch because he had a battle to give and a war to win.
" Kim needs to sweat a little. Just enough to make him wonder." Jungkook murmured to himself,his palm settling on the glass, his hot breath fogging the surface as he leaned closer." Let's see how he'll react."
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One Wednesday morning, Jungkook, staring at the new set of tupperware, made a decision that changed everything.He had been cornering Kim for weeks now, bombing him with food he threw away out of spike, stalking him in the dark but a skilled hunter knew exactly when to pull back before the final strike.
Therefore,he stopped.
For five straight days,no deliveries arrived at Kim Corporation. No thermal bags, no notes, nothing. And Jungkook continued to watch from the shadows, observing and recording each move and reaction.
By Monday afternoon,the executive floor,where Taehyung's office was located,was buzzing with a peculiar,tense confusion. Inside the break room at lunchtime,the secretaries were practically sobbing at the new, unexpected turn of events.
" You don't think they broke up,do you?" Hana sighed, glancing at her Caesar salad,placed neatly in the metallic bento she had brought from home.
" Oh! I miss those short ribs with the glazed sauce." Jisoo breathed out, shaking her head and stirring the dry tuna salad with her fork."Everyone on the floor is depressed. The boss has been a hundred times more terrifying since the food stopped coming to the company. I swear he's testing my patience."
" That goes for all of us." Hana agreed,her appetite flying out the window." Don't do this. Do that. Why did you do it? You're all incompetent '. Because you asked me to,you crazy fool. ' You left a space between the lines. You made a typo in your report. ' " Hana mocked him, huffing in irritation." He's driving us insane. If he didn't pay well and I didn't have a mortgage to pay, I'd quit."
" ' You brought me coffee. I said tea. The tea is too hot. Tea doesn't taste like tea. Why weren't you at your desk? Do I pay you to fool around? ' " Jisoo continued imitating Kim, waving her fork in the air." I didn't know I had to pee myself so I can wait on you hand and foot 24/7."
In Kim's office, Taehyung was pacing back and forth like a beast in captivity. He kept staring at the closed door, expecting it to be opened and Jisoo appearing with the thermal bags,his stomach twisting with an uncomfortable, empty anxiety.
" Why did he stop? Did he finally give up? Did he find someone else to play these games? It's been five days already." He murmured to himself in the deafening silence and that was driving him closer to the edge,into a violent, dangerous irritation.
He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, catching a glimpse of the forgotten tea cup on the desk and stuffing both hands inside his side pockets, huffing. As he marched towards the huge window,he pulled one hand out of his pocket,palm thrashing his forehead.
" Get a grip of yourself,Tae. Don't lose it." he growled in bare teeth." It's better this way. You don't need him or his care. You certainly don't need his food." He rubbed the left side of his neck, feeling it stiff after hours of ceaseless work, leaning over documents and his eyes stung from using the computer.
He had absolutely no intention of admitting he missed Jungkook's attention and quickly brushed the thoughts off, going back to his desk and getting ready to bury himself at work.
By next Monday, Jungkook decided it was bloody time to launch his second attack. It had been ten days and since he wasn't actually waiting for an invitation or for Taehyung to make the first move,he finally did it.
Jimin thought it was a dumb idea that could potentially make matters worse and Yoongi nodded in condescending,not wanting to irk his boyfriend further but not speak his mind either.
Jungkook's mind was made up.
He was still thick- headed.
A loose cannon.
And that made him dangerous.
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The underground garage of Taehyung's luxurious penthouse building was expansive,airy and lit by a ghostly fluorescent glow. The air reeked of concrete,tires and oil. Jungkook had managed to sneak in only because the guard outside was distracted by a call and he stood on his Harley in the shadows,his leather jacket tightly zipped against his chest.
His heart was practically hammering against his ribs and hands were sweaty, opening and closing in fists. Although he was certain of his decision,he now found himself doubting his very existence.
Jimin's words kept repeating in his head like a broken record but he was so determined to go through with this,that everything else was dust in the wind. He kept his eyes steady on the front gate and around eleven,the loud, powerful purr of Taehyung's sports car echoed through the garage,its headlights cutting through the dim before parking in his usual spot.
The engine of the black,Rolls-Royce Boat tail died. The door swung open and Taehyung's towering figure got out. He looked depleted,his blue navy tie was loose, his expensive, cashmere,black coat casually draped over his shoulders and a deep frown wrinkled his forehead.
Jungkook's knees buckled at the sight of him. Regardless of his tiredness,he was still the most handsome man in the world. As he straightened his posture,he took deep, soothing breaths, stepped out of the shadows and ambled towards him,the soles of his boots clinking faintly against the slick concrete."You're late, Taehyung."
Taehyung went stock - still at the sound of the voice,his body locked with tension and every muscle in his body stiffened. A raw jolt of adrenaline surged through his veins as he snapped his head around,his red rimmed eyes trapped on Jungkook's figure.
The unexpected shock lasted for about a second but felt longer, before his expression hardened into a mask of cruel, undeniable hostility.
" What the fuck are you doing here? Who let you in?" the man rasped,his voice dropping an octave and dripping of scornfulness. He didn't move an inch. He merely stood by the driver's door,his finger joints balled into fists." Are you completely insane? This is private property and you're trespassing. I'm gonna have security kick you out before you can even blink."
" I had to see you." Jungkook's reply sounded steady and surprisingly calm, taking one step forward." You blocked my number. You wouldn't take my calls and eat my food. So I came to you."
" I specifically ordered you to stay the fuck out of my life!" Taehyung yelled,his voice clashing against the concrete and in the man's ears.
" Authority and I have always had a complicated relationship. I wasn't built for obedience. I'm a rebel." Jungkook smirked, chewing on his lower lip and drooling over the sight of Taehyung's absurdly muscled body.
" Rebellion is admirable up until it collides with reality..And the reality is I don't give shit about you."
Jungkook hummed,his juicy lips forming a cocky sneer." Maybe reality hasn't met anyone stubborn enough... or me."
Taehyung's head shifted to the side, an involuntary smirk slid onto his face,not from rage but of that infuriating confidence that made Jungkook's character unique and had drawn Taehyung's attention.
He'd never admit it though.
" Quit messing with me,Jeon. I ain't falling for your cheap tricks." He slammed his right fist on the door,the loud thud sounding like thunder. He pointed his index finger at the younger,eyes flashing with rage and need - but it wasn't something he'd let take over his mind."I threw away your food. I returned your things in boxes. I ripped your pathetic notes. I moved on. I fuck others who know their place and can take orders. Which part of ' get the fuck out of my life ' can't your tiny, nonexistent brain understand?"
" I don't give a fuck about the food and the notes." Jungkook replied with composed authority." I understand you're angry and you think I'm a liar but you have to hear me out.."
Tae cut him off." Take your goddamn explanations and cocky attitude and get the fuck out of my sight."he snapped back, barely holding it together." I don't have to do a damn thing. You're nothing to me than a broken contract. A toy I used for pleasure, got bored and threw away like garbage. A cheap, manipulative, deceitful toy that opened his legs for others to fuck."
He was a raging bull,his ego and terror tearing apart from the inside out." Do you think a few home cooked meals and cheesy notes would change what I think of you? Well,guess again! It makes me angrier.. You think I'm that weak? You think I'm a pathetic fool who would fall for a few smiles and attention?" he roared,his eyes casting a dark, menacing shadow over Jungkook's fragile figure.
" It wasn't like that! " Jungkook's voice cracked, his big eyes shining with tears, threatening to ruin his perfectly organized plan. It hurt him that even now after so long, Taehyung's attitude and opinion of him hadn't changed at all. Not even a fraction." I was set up. Aespa drugged me and I ended up in that room. You fucken know I'd never let anyone touch me besides you."
" I know what I saw."
" You saw wrong. It wasn't lust. It was a cry for help. A plea for you to come and save me. And despite being heavily drugged and aching,all I could think about was you,your face and I kept resisting and fighting hoping you'd.."
" Oh please! You were naked in a thong and a bastard was humping on your cock. Five guys were jerking off watching you getting fucked. I could smell the lust and the cum. And you were hard. For him. For them." The reminder made his stomach churn in disgust and his heart clench with ache.
Jungkook's eyes shut and opened,the faint scent of whiskey and tobacco flaring his nostrils. " I was naked because they forcefully ripped my clothes while I was out. I was on a thong because you insisted on me wearing them everywhere in case you wanted to fuck me and I had no fucking clue I'd be drugged and dragged into a hotel room. The bastard was on top of me because he attacked me and the other assholes were jerking off because they were sick and twisted."
Jungkook rubbed his palms on his black, biker's pants and continued with a secret that wasn't meant to be said and only his family knew. " I wasn't hard. Not for a single moment because I get horny and hard only for you. No other man or woman can get it up for me."
It felt like feverish heat had crawled under his skin and he unzipped his jacket that was choking him to fill his lungs with air. It was humiliating to admit he was almost impotent and only a guy,a certain, unbearable guy,could make him hard as a freaking rock. Or that he was bragging about the women he had banged while in fact he hadn't been able to perform at all.
A freaking virgin - sort of - at twenty six!
" I haven't... I never... I've never actually had sex before... you. I couldn't... perform with any of my ex girlfriends and they all dumped me because of that... You were the only person who managed to wake up my dead sexuality and at first it was irritating. I couldn't accept being turned on by a man, especially you. The one I despised the most. But you insisted,you pursued me and that triggered me into discovering who I really was and what I wanted to do with my life. Yes,at first it was physical. A need I had to satisfy but gradually it became something deeper, more meaningful and I came to terms with my identity. When you went missing in that explosion and I didn't know if you were dead or alive,I panicked."
Jungkook released a sharp sigh that shook his entire body." It was then that I realised I was madly in love with you. I loved you wholeheartedly with a need that scared me to death but excited me as well. Please,could we start over? Erase the past,the stupid contract and date? I can make you love me if you give me the chance. Please..." He swallowed his urge to cry and locked his teary eyes on the man.
" God! You're unbelievable!" Taehyung exclaimed, having trouble believing something so absurd. " You'd go to every length to get what you want. Lie, deceive, manipulate, betray. I hate you, Jeon. You're one piece of work." Taehyung's eyes had turned into thin lines of wrath and detest, spitting fire. His lips were pressed together as if he was trying to control his sharp tongue and venom.
" It's the truth! My truth. The one I was ashamed to admit for years. I was gay, pretending to be straight and refusing to see my real self out of fear. You shattered the chain that kept me locked. You forced me to look at myself in the mirror and love him. Love me. You freed me,Tae."Jungkook's eyes scanned the older man's face just to get a reaction that didn't come. He seemed apathetic and indifferent as usual.
" You're pathetic! Our little arrangement is over. You mean nothing to me. I don't believe a single word that comes out of your filthy mouth."
" I'd rather die than betray you! You have to believe me."
" Believe you? " The man roared a mocking laughter." You're a visual guy,right? Well,so am I. I believe what I saw with my own eyes. You cheated. You broke the rules. You used me and chose to move to the next one or ones,in your case, simply to satisfy your disgusting desires. You're a liar,Jeon. An unfaithful, gold-digger. You're filth. And utterly irrelevant to me. I got myself another boy toy. Far better than you. One who spreads his legs only for me,not for the entire freaking male population. Now move out of my way before I punch you."
Jungkook put aside the hateful words and threats and added." I know you don't fuck others. You can't touch anyone else without feeling sick. Without thinking about me. No need to pretend."
Taehyung's loud laughter roared inside the space, leaning against the hood of the car."Think again,Jeon. I fuck others and I fuck them hard without sparing a single thought on a whore like you. I pound so hard inside them that they forget their names. So screw you and your immense ego."
Jungkook's eyes scanned him from head to toe, closing the distance, slamming his palms on the hood and trapping Taehyung between his stretched arms. The best tactic was a full front attack. Strike him where he was most vulnerable.
His tongue licked the outline of his lips and his breath hit the burning skin of his face setting it on fire." Then why is your heart pounding? Your breath hitching and you're gulping hard? Most importantly,why are you hard,Mr. Kim? Because you are hard and I haven't even touched you... yet. " He leaned closer while Taehyung slumped back but there was nowhere left to go.
He was in a bind.
The man's throat constricted,his nails scratched the metallic surface and his eyes involuntarily blinked,haunted by the lecherous need bubbling in his veins.
" Fuck you. I got hard because my new boy made me. Not you. It's him I'm thinking about. It's him I'm fantasizing. Not you."
" Well he's not here now,is he? But I can help you." The younger's low,deep, honey-sweet tone, made his cock twitch and pang inside his tight pants. That alone irked him. The constant, undisputable betrayal of his own body reacting merely on one single look from that insufferable brat.
Taehyung hated him.
He hated wanting him.
He absolutely despised the brutal betrayal of his own body,weak and fragile, submitting to a boy who obviously knew the effect he had on him.
" That's not lust,you idiot. That's anger. Don't confuse them." He let out a harsh, mocking scoff." If I need to fuck, you're the last person I'd screw." Taehyung attempted to step forward, intending to dodge him off and get to the elevator and his expression twisted into a malicious smirk of raw disgust.
However, Jungkook had reached his limit and had absolutely no intention of backing down and let him run off to his penthouse.
" You're a terrible liar. It's your desire for me. You long to touch me,to fuck me... otherwise why are you so damn hard? It's for me. Only for me. Your mouth says you hate me but your body is more honest." He ran his tongue over the outline of his succulent lips. " We share the same disease. The same craving and it drives us both insane."
With incredible speed,his hands grabbed Taehyung 's collar,fingers embedded tightly into the expensive fabric like steel vise. He yanked the man down onto the cold surface with savage strength, throwing his whole weight against his heated body and guided his lips on Taehyung's.
He kissed him,not softly but with a starving, desperate need to conquer. A violent clash of hunger, lust and anguish that had been sizzling in the dark for months. A thunderous collision of two mouths that needed nothing more than to devour each other.
For a moment, the entire world ceased to exist. As Jungkook's lips moved,licked and sucked, his tongue splitting Taehyung's in half and thrusting inside the smoky,bitter mouth, the man's veins exploded on a catastrophic surge of longing and consuming passion.
The familiar, intoxicating taste of Jungkook's sweet lips,flogged his tongue and his body instantly reacted, recognising its master. His fingers threaded through the boy's hair, pressing his head on him as if the kiss wasn't enough to satisfy his incurable addiction.
' Fuck... I love you... I love you so much... so damn much...' the voice in Taehyung's mind screamed.' I want you... I fucken need you. Come back to me...'
Taehyung's heart drummed relentlessly against his ribs, every instinct wailing at him to forget everything,rip his clothes,pin him against the cold concrete and fuck him like never before.
Jungkook sensed the unbridled passion,the relentless craving,a fire impossible to ignore, branding his fever - hot skin and his lower body warily grinded against the man's bulge, feeling the moisture spreading on them.
His teeth sank in the softness of Taehyung's lips and bit him, whimpering and groaning in unmistakable delight.
Control was a battle they had both lost.
Need had conquered their body and mind.
However Taehyung's monstrous, inflated ego tore through the pleasure like a blazing hot arrow.
With a muffled,raw grunt, Taehyung moved his hands from the boy's hair to his panging chest and violently shoved him back. The force of the push made Jungkook stumble two steps across the ground before regaining his balance,his chest heaving from need.
The billionaire stood there against the boot,his eyes blinking,his breathing ragged and uneven,his face flushed with a mixture of intense arousal and blazing wrath.
He was pissed at himself and his weakness to resist the temptation of holding Jungkook in his arms, feeling his warmth, tasting his lips. The inner battle was suffocating to the point he was quivering and couldn't let the air out of his lungs.
Taehyung raised the back of his hand, viciously wiping his lips from any trace of Jungkook's kiss,his gaze boring into the boy with a calculated savageness."Don't you dare touch me with that filthy mouth again." he hissed,his voice shaking from the sheer effort to gain his self control." You look utterly pitiful,Jeon. Stalking me like a criminal, begging for scraps of my attention in the parking lot, throwing yourself at me like a cheap slut. Have you no self-respect?"
" I don't give a shit about my dignity." Jungkook barked back,his voice raw and gruffy,not daring to blink and let tears drip down his face. His fists clenched at his sides and the force of his grip had turned his knuckles ghostly white."You can curse me,call me names, yell at me,push me away, pretend you hate me all you want! I'm not giving up on you. On us. I love you. I love you so damn much it's tearing me apart... it's killing me. And I'll stand out here every single day and night till you see the truth. Till you feel my love. Till you become mine again. I never betrayed you because that would be the end of me and I'd rather die than be unfaithful to you. Please give me a chance,Tae."
The older's eyes felt like piercing, poisonous needles staring back at him,a cold, unyielding mask of pure hatred slashing from Taehyung's gaze to Jungkook's,his heart bleeding from within.
Tae released a low but totally cruel chuckle, followed by a sinister sneer,cocking his head to the side with a taunting, supercilious arrogance that prickled the boy's heart.
" Love me? You freaking love me,you fucken cunt?" Taehyung shrieked,his tone dripping with venomous amusement, snatching on Jungkook's lapel and baring his teeth in anger."How sweet! A cheap, penniless nobody processing his undying love to a billionaire in a garage. You were nothing but a contract. Words and lines on a piece of paper. A disposable toy for my amusement. A distraction to relieve my stress. A fuck boy. "
He drew him closer,his sweltering breath smashing the younger's face, violently shaking him. "Tell me,Jeon... Is it me you love or is it the penthouse? Is it the glamour of a world you were an outcast? Is it the black card? Or the luxury lifestyle you got a taste of before you gave in to your twisted desires? Do not insult my intelligence by pretending you love me, thinking your cheap, theatrical performance will soften me. Your love is as fake as your innocence."
Tae knocked him backwards, dropping his grip on Jungkook's jacket and spitting on the concrete." Stay. Out. Of. My. Life. Next time I see your face, I'll beat you up myself and personally ensure you'll have nowhere to run in this country. Now take a hike."
He brushed past him without a single glance,his shoes tapping sharply against the concrete as he slogged towards the elevator. He had to leave. He had to go as far away as possible and not to lose control.
If he stayed,he wouldn't have the strength to resist him and give in to his need for him.
If he stayed, he'd say words that had to remain hidden.
However,to his shock,his footsteps didn't take him far as he felt two warm, sturdy arms closing around his waist, back hugging him, keeping him grounded.
" Don't go. Don't leave me." Jungkook's velvety voice floated through the silence.
And the temptation to stay felt so staggering that choked out a whimper of overpowering pain from the depths of his broken soul.
He stayed...