NT 1

Life is loud around him.
The music, the colored lights flashing around the room, the bodies bending
and dipping in time with the beat pounding through the room. The taste of alcohol is strong on his
tongue, filtering into his system enough that the tension has seeped away from his muscles and
allowed the music to flow through his veins instead.
He remains still, taking it all in.
It’s been years, about seven, since Jeongguk has last ventured out to a club like this. It hadn’t taken
much convincing. Yoongi mentioned it earlier in the week, a celebration of his first weekend being
kid free in years and after a few nights of being alone in a home that is much to big for just one
person, Jeongguk agreed.
He focuses on the bare limbs in front of him, the bodies moving behind cages sat on top of high
tables. It’s erotic the way they move, their thighs spreading and asses rounding against the bars, the
eyes dark as they take on the onlookers without really focusing on them.
It isn’t Yoongi’s scene, so Jeongguk had been surprised when they first stepped into the club. But he
understood the moment he spotted Jimin’s familiar face in the crowd.
There had been a time when Jeongguk had visited these clubs frequently, so often that the staff knew
him by name and would have a drink waiting for him when he arrived. But after a baby and a
business, he hasn’t had the time to come back.
There’s a rule between him and Ji-hu. Dinner every night. He can’t miss it and he won’t leave Ji-hu
until he’s fast asleep, but then he is too tired to even think about going out with anyone.
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“Jeonggukkie,” Yoongi huffs in his ear. He twists his body to do so, but he keeps an arm loose around
Jimin’s waist. “You look constipated.”
Jeongguk huffs out an uncomfortable laugh, sipping at his drink once more. He isn’t tense, not really.
He feels a little on edge, but in a good way. His skin heats up every time the man dancing in front of
him bends over and his fingers itch with an urge to move over the muscles dancing in his ass, but
nothing too serious.
It’s been even longer since Jeongguk has felt the warmth of another body against him, tangled with
him and had his cock touched by anyone other than himself, but it isn’t a big deal. It's not something
he might die from, but arousal sparks quickly through him now from simple things like he's a blushing
virgin.
“I’m fine, hyung, promise,” Jeongguk says, pinching Yoongi’s cheek.
Yoongi’s lips part to say something but he falls back from the suddenness of Jimin bounding away
from his lap. Yoongi's eyes follow after him, hearts shooting out of them and across the crowd to land
onto Jimin.
“Man, I tell you, I have such a heart boner,” Yoongi sighs, sinking into the plush couch they sit on as
he watches Jimin rush towards a group of people headed their way.
Jeongguk snorts into his drink. “Didn’t you tell Hobi we were going to be ‘baggin’ bitches’ tonight?
Is that slang for pining after Jimin and baggin’ nothing but an actual boner and a broken heart? I’m
not quite up with the lingo these days.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes threateningly as he snatches away Jeongguk’s drink. “Don’t be a brat,” he
grumbles before downing the drink and sliding it across the table in front of them. “It was Hoseok that
said that, not me. He also said you need to get laid because he can’t handle any more of those two a.m.
phone calls of you crying about how empty the apartment is.”
There’s no point in denying it, so Jeongguk doesn’t. Even though that only happened once, because
every other night Hoseok has either occupied one of his guest rooms or has been on the other line of
his crying.
“Chimmy's friends are cute,” Yoongi goes on, indicating them with a nod of his head.
Jimin’s clothes are almost as revealing as the strippers around them, except he is wearing clothes.
Just, his pants are extremely tight and he wears a shirt that is so thin that the dark of his nipples are
visible through the material, despite the dark lighting around them. It is the same for the people in the
group that he’s joined, except for one man who looks sorely out of place.
It isn’t a casual club, Jeongguk knows. Customers are dressed to impress, clad in the most expensive
suits and jewelry that scream wealth. The others - workers from either this club or another are clad in
skimpy clothing, some just lingerie, made of soft silk or velvet, diamonds sparkling from their ears
and necks.
This man, however, wears ripped black jeans with a blue jean jacket thrown over a green, simple shirt.
There’s a red snapback snugged tightly over his light colored hair, turned back to reveal his forehead
and thick, dark eyebrows. There are diamonds in his ears, just as sparkly as the ones crossing over
Jimin’s collarbones, but other than that, he’s plain as day.
Jeongguk can’t look away.
He’s boyish in the way he grins, a boxy smile stretching wide across his face until his cheeks bulge
and his eyes fall into the shape of crescents. Despite the chubbiness of his cheeks, his face is sharp
and thin. He’s all long limbs and broad shoulders, inches taller than Jimin but he shrinks down in size
before pulling Jimin into a hug.
“Taehyung,” Yoongi says in his ear, uncaring about being rude as he reaches out and points to the
new crowd of people. “The one in the red hat? He’s the one that filled my apartment with balloons
that one time, remember?”
Jeongguk grins around the rim of his glass as he remembers. The apartment had been filled with so
many balloons that it had been nearly impossible to open the door. It hadn’t even been Yoongi’s
birthday. Ji-hu had screamed in excitement, though he hadn’t been as giggling as loudly as Hoseok
had.
“He’s handsome,” Jeongguk says in response. He walks with his chin tilted slightly and there’s an air
of power radiating from him that Jeongguk feels too familiar with. It’s the only thing that betrays his
plain as day look, making Jeongguk wonder what’d he look like in an expensive suit similar to the one
he’s wearing, or maybe even the flimsy costumes of the dancers around them.
The grin on Yoongi’s face is small but loud, his eyes lit with something that makes Jeongguk want to
groan. “You better take him home tonight. Time to rid you of that stick you have up your ass and
replace it with dick.”
Jeongguk sputters on his drink before elbowing Yoongi in retaliation. “Want me to go up there like
‘hey, excuse me Jimin, I wanna fuck your friend’?”
“Sure,” Yoongi says with a shrug, “unless you want to go home with one of the prostitutes here. But I
suggest you tell that to Tae directly instead of Jimin.”
“I’m not fucking one of Jimin’s friends,” Jeongguk grunts, but his eyes find Taehyung again. His
smile is gone, replaced by a slack jawed look. His eyes are dark and intent on Jimin as he speaks like
he is fascinated by every word that comes out of his mouth.
His lips are plush and soft looking and Jeongguk bites at his own.
Yoongi turns the glare to him once more, jerking with a ‘hmph’ noise. “Should I be defending my
beloved’s honor? What does that mean?”
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Jeongguk grins at the dramatics. He sighs, resting his ankle on his other knee as he tries to find a way
to explain. Jimin is Ji-hu’s dance instructor. If he’s going to fuck around for one night, he can’t have
the person in his bed connected back to Ji-hu anyway. Even if distantly.
“Ugh, nevermind,” Yoongi sighs, a knowing look in his eyes. “Come on, I think I see Hobi. Finally.”
Approaching Jimin and his friends is Hoseok. He too is dressed more casually than everyone, though
his dark red blazer makes him fit a little more in with the rest of the people in the club. Jeongguk
briefly notes the earpiece in his ear as he watches him tap Taehyung on the shoulder to whisper
something to him over the music.
Both of his best friends know the most beautiful man Jeongguk has ever laid his eyes on and he feels
a bit grumpy that neither one of them have introduced them before.
“Is this the club Hoseok works at?” Jeongguk asks. It is more Hoseok’s scene than anyone else’s in
their group but Jeongguk can’t imagine him as security. Maybe a bartender because he’s bright and
social, but now he looks threatening and unapproachable.
“No,” is all Yoongi says before he’s interrupting the conversation and planting a firm hand onto
Hoseok’s chest, contradicting his own words. “Don’t tell me you’re working, Hope. You said you’d
come out with us.”
“I am out with you,” Hoseok says, his threatening look slipping away to the normally bright
expression he wears as he turns to Jeongguk. “Baggin’ any bitches yet?”
Jeongguk groans, shoving him. “Every time you say that I regret being your friend.”
Yoongi squeezes his arm around Hoseok, amusement in his eyes. “He’s got an eye on someone. You
were right.” Taehyung’s eyes slide over Jeongguk, just as dark and intense as they had been when
talking to Jimin. They linger
on his face for a moment before slowly taking in the rest of him until there’s a heat threatening to spill
across Jeongguk’s cheeks.
It isn't just power radiating from Taehyung; but intimidation. Jeongguk feels as if he's been stripped
down and pulled apart just from the way Taehyung's eyes drags over his body.
Jungkook reels it in, keeping the heat in his gaze rather than his skin as he returns Taehyung’s look
with a lingering one of his own.
“I’m always right,” Hoseok is saying as Jimin curls an arm around Jeongguk’s and pulls him closer
before he can tune into the conversation.
“Gukkie, this is Mino, Tae-Tae, Song, and Youngjae,” Jimin says, pointing to each. He loses the
names the moment that they’re said out loud, and Jeongguk finds it difficult to even look at the rest as
Taehyung keeps hold of his gaze.
He can’t be blamed really, not when Taehyung bites at the corner of his mouth and has Jeongguk’s
mind spiraling with how attractive he is. Closer, Jeongguk thinks the hair under his hat is silver and he
can see specks of glitter on his eyelids.
“Gukkie here grew up with Suga hyung. His little one is in my class. You should see him, the
chubbiest little cheeks. He’s already better than me at seven.”
Jeongguk feels a warmth spark in his chest as Jimin goes on about Ji-hu. “He was a better dancer than
you at four.”
Jimin’s face crumples in fake anger as he swats Jeongguk’s chest. “For that, my next drink is going on
your tab.”
The part of the floor dedicated to the bar is empty compared to the rest, save for the occasional servers
dropping off empty glasses and picking up filled ones and a few straggling customers. The bartender
seems relieved that he has company, a wide smile taking over his lips as they approach.
“My favorite babes, what can I get you?” he greets as he throws a rag over his shoulder. “The reg,
Doll?” Jimin flushes, teeth gripping at his bottom lip as he glances to Jeongguk before nodding at the
bartender. Getting details about Yoongi and Jimin’s relationship from Yoongi is like opening
childproof medicine bottles
with greasy hands. He’s experienced enough of Yoongi’s heartbreak episodes to know that it gets to
him a lot when others flirt with Jimin and it especially bothers him when Jimin flirts back, even
though he’ll deny it.
It isn’t ever on purpose, he thinks, Jimin is just naturally charming, but part of him wants to snap at
the bartender to back off before Yoongi joins them.
“I’m not working tonight,” Jimin says, voice low as he leans on top of the bar to take the fruity
looking drink sliding across the counter. The bartender's fingers linger over Jimin’s, a smile playing
on his lips. Whatever he says next is too quiet, but the man’s face falters and Jeongguk looks away
with a grin.
Yoongi won’t go home with someone else if he’s out with Jimin and Jimin has drunkenly admitted
that going home with someone else when Yoongi is around makes him feel like he’s being punched
repeatedly in the gut. Jeongguk doesn’t get why they just don't go home together, but he doesn’t push.
“Gukkie, right?”
Jeongguk turns swiftly at the sound of his name, eyes dropping instantly to the man’s mouth as he
licks over his bottom lip. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and a small grin dances on Taehyung’s lips.
“Jeongguk,” he corrects. “Jeon Jeongguk.”
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There is nothing on Taehyung’s face that tells Jeongguk if he recognizes his name or not. The other
man sidles against the bar as if he is unfazed by the way his body almost presses into Jeongguk’s. He
had been wrong earlier; there is nothing plain about Taehyung.
“How do you know Jimin, Jeon Jeongguk?”
“I grew up with Yoongi and met Jimin at a bar once, unknowing he was hyung’s Jiminnie,” Jeongguk
repeats. He likes the way Taehyung cocks his hip against the bar, leaning into so that Jeongguk stands
tall above him. He likes it almost as much at the surprisingly deep and raspy voice leaving his soft
mouth. “You?”
“So you know Hobi-hyung?” Taehyung goes on, ignoring the question. He glances around quickly,
holding up two fingers at the bartender before his eyes are burning back onto Jeongguk.
“I’ve known him almost as long as Yoongi,” Jeongguk grumbles. It feels as if Yoongi and Hoseok
have always been in his life that he barely can remember meeting them for the first time. “How do
you know Jimin?”
“Work,” Taehyung says. His grin grows into a flirty one as he takes the drinks handed to him. He
winks at the bartender, who looks amused when he looks between them. “You look like you like
sweet, yes?”
The glass is filled with a dark purple wine and he braces for the burst of sugar on his tongue but it
isn’t too sweet.
“Usually no,” Jeongguk hums, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth to savor the taste. “I
think you thwarted my plans to buy you a drink.”
Taehyung’s eyes light up and his grin wavers like it is threatening to grow across his face but he
busies his mouth with taking a sip from his own glass before speaking.
“You can pay for it.”
Jeongguk snorts, finding it difficult not to press closer into Taehyung’s space. The wine shoots a
warmth through his limbs and he knows enough about bokbunja not to drink too much of it or the
warmth in his body will turn to a fire in the pit of his belly.
He’s too busy grinning at Taehyung to realize the bartender has actually come back for payment and
Jeongguk flushes when he realizes, searching for his wallet before producing it and handing him a few
notes.
Jin has yelled at him for carrying around too much at one time, so he’s stuck to one credit card in his
wallet and only a few hundred thousand won in case of emergency. He has more won than usual now,
as it isn’t a good idea to use a traceable credit card at clubs like this.
“So you’re a dancer then?” Jeongguk pushes, settling onto one of the bar stools as Taehyung moves
to. Their knees knock together but Jeongguk doesn’t pull back.
Fate is cruel, Jeongguk thinks, that he’s never seen Taehyung at the dance studio. Ji-hu has been
dancing there for three years, and he’s only ever seen Jimin and Hoseok work there. There have been
substitutes that took over when Jimin was sick, but he thinks he would have remembered a face like
Taehyung’s.
Taehyung parts his lips in hesitation, those dark eyes locked on Jeongguk’s face for a moment. “Kind
of. I work a bunch of jobs.”
“Like?” Jeongguk pushes, tapping his glass instead of sliding his thumb over the sharp of Taehyung’s
jaw like he wants to.
If the laugh had been addicting, the giggle that Taehyung lets out has him overdosing. His shoulders
lift towards his ears, his boxy grin widening enough that Jeongguk can practically see his molars.
“You’re cute, Jeongguk. You look as if I’m telling you the secrets to great wealth.”
Embarrassed, Jeongguk cools his features. He had been captivated by the way Taehyung’s lips move
when he spoke, but he isn’t admitting it. Not yet. “It’s habit. In my career, we have to appear
fascinated by investor’s every word."
“So you’re pretending to be fascinated?” Taehyung teases, the look in his eyes playful and not
offended.
This time, Jeongguk gives in to the urge to touch Taehyung, but only slightly. He touches the side of
his knee, cupping his hand around the bone until he can rub his thumb over the thick material of his
jeans.
“No,” Jeongguk promises. “I was fascinated the moment I saw you.”
The expression on Taehyung’s face can only be considered soft, but that doesn’t feel like the right
word when there’s something burning in his eyes at Jeongguk’s admission.
Arousal twists down Jeongguk’s spine just from the heavy, lustful look in Taehyung’s eyes as the
other man slides a finger over his bare arm, stopping before sliding his fingers over Jeongguk’s bicep.
Hoseok had joked about how people could die if they go too long without sex, and Jeongguk knew
that it was not a thing, obviously, he hadn't felt the dying need to be with someone before. But now he
wonders as his body seems to react to the simplest of touches.
“Are you flirting with me, Jeongguk-ssi?”
“I thought buying you the drink would make it obvious,” Jeongguk admits. “I guess my next move
would be asking you to dance.”
Taehyung huffs out a laugh as he squeezes Jeongguk’s arm. “The dance floor is in the basement. You
don’t seem like the type to venture to the dirty basement.”
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He’d be surprised, Jeongguk thinks. He had liked the atmosphere of the basement more than he liked
watching the naked bodies snake across the tables in front of him. But only by a little. “You don’t
look like the type to come to a stripper den, yet here we are.”
A smile gleams across Taehyung’s face. “You’d be surprised,” he says before he throws his head back
to drain his cup before sliding it onto the bar. “Come on then, to the basement.”
Taehyung pushes into his group of friends as Jeongguk pays his tab. He can feel Hoseok’s eyes on
him as he plants a hand to the low of Taehyung’s back to guide him out of the club, but he ignores it.
The club is like a penthouse suite, sat at the top of a larger building that holds another dance club in
the basement, and an array of offices that are locked at night. He’s only visited one of those offices
during the day a handful of times before and he hopes to never again.
“So tell me, Jeongguk,” Taehyung says, crowding into his space on the elevator and uncaring about
the others around them. He reaches up, unbuttoning the first two buttons of Jeongguk’s shirt with a
confidence that Jeongguk is struggling to find himself. “Are you as good of a dancer as your son?”
Jeongguk holds onto to Taehyung’s waist, his hand limp over the sides of his hips. He doesn't mind
moving quickly, especially with someone that makes him feel as warm as Taehyung does. “I taught
him everything he knows.”
“What’s his name?” Taehyung asks, popping open another button before he hums in approval.
Jeongguk tenses for a moment, lips parted. Any attempts at dating before have ended with the
mention of a child. Yoongi even warned him not to mention Ji-hu before they had come out, but he
had been annoyed at that. He isn’t a secret.
“Ji-hu,” Jeongguk says, hearing the fondness in his own voice as he says the name.
Taehyung smiles softly. “Seven, right?”
Humming, Jeongguk nods. The elevator beeps open, but he doesn’t register it at first. It feels like the
world
around the two of them doesn’t exist. It has been awhile since he's drank as well, and it makes his
head feel a little fuzzy. It feels nice, not too much, but Jeongguk has to make sure it doesn't get to too
much.
“My sister is eight. I take care of her and my brother,” Taehyung announces before he slots his fingers
with Jeongguk and pulls him from the elevator. The entrance floor of the building vibrates with the
music underneath.
“Is that why you work so many jobs?” Jeongguk asks, allowing Taehyung to tug him along. He wants
to press his body against the man’s back, but he doesn't know if he's reading the situation right or if
it's his fuzzy mind.
He feels different than he did when he was young and hooking up with anyone with a curvy body and
a beautiful smile. Before he was cool and collected, practically cocky in the way he’d flirt until his
pants were hugging his ankles. Now, he feels like that one time in school when he came in his pants
because someone had been sitting on his lap.
There is an energy surrounding Taehyung and he feels it radiating between them and seeping into his
pores until Jeongguk feels that same energy spark inside of him.
“Yes,” Taehyung says.
There is a long line weaving towards the basement entrance, but Taehyung tugs Jeongguk past it. The
bouncer barely bats an eyelash as he spots Taehyung, only steps aside to allow him in.
“Let Hope in, too,” is the only thing Taehyung says before they are surrounded by music so loud that
he feels the beat of it inside of his chest.
It is as dark as the den upstairs, but instead of dark colors like purples and reds, the flashing colors are
bright and neon. Taehyung’s skin tints with green and then yellow as he tugs Jeongguk into the thick
crowd, his smile growing wild.
A breath of relief fills his lungs as Taehyung’s body finally crushes against his own. They aren’t too
different in height, but he curls his body towards Taehyung in a way that makes the other man seem
small against him. He watches between them as their legs slot together and Taehyung buries his fists
into the dress shirt Jeongguk wears.
The music is fast and it doesn’t take long for sweat to build at the back of Jeongguk’s neck. Taehyung
slips his fingers over it, pulling him closer until their hips meet and a groan threatens to spill past his
lips.
Taehyung smells like flowery perfume and soap, Jeongguk thinks as he tickles his nose over his jaw
and shoves a hand underneath Taehyung’s jean jacket. The shirt he wears is soft cotton, but he prefers
the feel of Taehyung’s spine under his fingertips.
Red Velvet’s Automatic plays loudly overhead and Jeongguk can’t hold back his groan when he feels
Taehyung’s legs bend until his hips are working against him in time with the beat, a hand laying over
his belly.
He’s a tease, Jeongguk realizes, as Taehyung lifts the material and reveals the layer of muscle over his
stomach and the way their bodies look when they meet. There’s a bruise to the left of his belly button
and the sight makes Jeongguk want to drop to his knees and cover his skin with more.
With a heavy gaze, he lifts his eyes to Taehyung’s face as the man lets the shirt drop. There’s the
same dark look in his eyes and it contrasts with the grin on his lips. Jeongguk can only stare for a
moment before Taehyung is pulling away and pulling him deeper into the crowd.
Jeongguk follows like a puppet on a string. Bodies bump against his arms, and normally his security
team keeps him away from crowds like this to the point he’s hesitant of them, but he can’t focus on
anything other than the way
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Taehyung presses his back to his chest.

A growl rumbles in his throat as he grips Taehyung's hips and tugs him back against his own. He
really hates the
amount of material between them, but he breathes over the slope of Taehyung’s neck for skin on skin
contact.
Hands in his hair urge him forward and Jeongguk complies with ease, sliding his parted lips over
Taehyung’s skin
until he feels the man shiver against him. He licks over the sweat as Taehyung rolls his head back,
resting against Jeongguk’s shoulders.
There’s no denying the way he strains against his dress pants, and he’s sure Taehyung can feel it as
his ass rolls back against him. But he doesn’t care, there’s a need deep in his gut and shocks of
pleasure ricochet down his spine with every touch.
“Taehyung-ssi,” Jeongguk breathes, reaching around Taehyung to cup his neck, his thumb pressing
into his jaw to angle his face towards his. The man’s face falls slack, lips sighing around what looks
like a moan that he can’t hear over the music and eyes fluttering shut.
Their minds seem to be on the same length wave as Taehyung licks his lips before angling his mouth
towards Jeongguk’s. It is awkward at first, their bodies losing the beat as their lips try to find it. He
can taste the sweet alcohol on Taehyung’s tongue and he licks into his mouth like he wants to get
drunk on it.
He had drank enough to feel a slight buzz and a heaviness in his body that only comes with alcohol,
but it doesn’t compare to the feeling of intoxication Taehyung brings. He thrums with energy, each of
his nerves lighting up as arousal pools into his belly.
Taehyung turns, arms curling around Jeongguk’s shoulders to kiss him properly. He’s an eager kisser,
his tongue greedy in the way it pushes past the seam of his lips. Like this, Jeongguk can feel that
Taehyung is just as turned on as he is, and he flattens a palm at the base of Taehyung’s spine to press
their hips firmly together.
Lips dance over his cheek and jaw, teeth teasing Jeongguk's skin in a way that makes him feel too hot
but he winces at the hint of pain when Taehyung finds his earlobe and bites. He can hear him saying
something, but the music drowns his words out.
“What?” Jeongguk shouts back, cupping the back of Taehyung’s head until his lips are pressing right
up against his ear.
“Want a drink.”
Another groan flutters from Jeongguk’s lips as Taehyung pulls away from him. Not only are his briefs
uncomfortable from the tight stretch over his hardened cock, but he’s leaking from the tip and
dampening the material and maybe he should drown himself in alcohol to dull the arousal buzzing
through him. It'd be embarrassing if he nuts too quickly and he finds himself more worried about a
stranger's opinion than he should be.
“Come on, Gukkie,” Taehyung mouths, gripping onto Jeongguk’s wrist. There’s a wild grin on his
lips as he pulls Jeongguk forward.
It’s hard to resist the urge to touch him and Jeongguk doesn’t, letting his hands rub down Taehyung’s
sides when their bodies press together. It takes them forever to get to the bar, and by the time they do,
Jeongguk’s lips are aching with the want to kiss Taehyung again.
“You can dance,” Jeongguk compliments, crowding Taehyung against the bar. He plants his hands on
the sides, ducking forward like he plans on kissing him but he doesn’t.
“You’re not too bad,” Taehyung says, fingers running over his torso before he’s turning around.
They fit together nicely, Jeongguk thinks distractedly as he hooks a chin over Taehyung’s shoulder.
He wonders if Taehyung is an optical illusion because he seems so small pressed up against him like
this, Jeongguk caging him in against the bar, but his shoulders are just as broad as his own.
“Hey Baby,” the bartender greets, eyes only glazing over Jeongguk.
Jeongguk tenses but doesn’t pull away because Taehyung’s hands are rubbing over the back of his,
the tips of his fingers nudging between the spaces of his own.
“June,” Taehyung murmurs. The grin on his face falters for a moment and Jeongguk presses a soft
kiss to the curve of his shoulder in an attempt to bring it back. It only somewhat works. “I didn’t
know you were working tonight.”
“Yah,” June says, his voice deeper than Taehyung's. He lifts two cups from behind the bar, reaching
for a bottle without asking what they want. “You know, I go where Bobby tells me to.”
This time, it’s Jeongguk that tenses as he recognizes the name. He’s well aware that half of these
clubs are owned by Bobby. He has lent the man plenty of money before for renovations, though he
knew it wasn’t going towards renovations.
There are rumors about Bobby, ones that Jeongguk could get cleared up just by asking him, but he
doesn’t want to know how true they are.
“Downgraded from security to bartender then?” Taehyung asks, his tone playful but there’s an edge to
it.
June looks amused when he fills their glasses and shoves them across the bar. His eyes flicker towards
Jeongguk and Jeongguk holds his gaze.
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God, he’s always had a possessiveness inside of him and a whisper of it leaks into him even though he
doesn’t know Taehyung. Something just rubs him the wrong way about the bartender and Jeongguk
can't figure out what it is.
“Who’s your man?”

“None of your business,” Taehyung says lazily, grabbing the glasses before turning abruptly into
Jeongguk’s arms. He isn’t expecting the way Taehyung ducks forward and brushes his lips over his
own. His mind halts, his hard
drive short circuiting and his lips are parting, head tilting into the touch.
Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look, molding against his own with a gentleness that contrasts with
the way his
teeth nip roughly at Jeongguk’s bottom lip.

When he pulls away, his eyes are dark once more, a smirk playing on his lips. “You can dance, dress,
kiss well.
What else can you do, Mr. Jeon?”
The way Taehyung says his name, practically purring it, causes the heat in his belly to slip between
his legs. “I
can show you.”

Taehyung grins around the brim of his cup before he is slinking out of Jeongguk’s space.
He nearly loses him in the crowd, but when he turns, Jeongguk spots the boxy grin and he chases
forward, falling
into his game of cat and mouse.

The excitement inside of him grows, building in his chest and threatening to push a giggle past his lips
as he
finally catches up with Taehyung.

They’re close to the entrance when Taehyung’s arm is curling around his waist. His head knocks back
and
Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate in the way he kisses the slope of his neck, feeling the way his throat
constricts as he swallows. He thinks of the bruise beside his belly button and the way it would look
over his pulse.
“You know what I want?” Taehyung says against his ear, a hand shifting over Jeongguk’s back to
keep him close. Jeongguk shivers at the hot breath breezing over the shell of his ear. “What’s that?”
Taehyung lets out another breath and it’s taking all of Jeongguk’s willpower not to shove Taehyung
against the
wall. “Panda Express.”

A laugh vibrates against his ear as Jeongguk groans, his own lips quirking up. He feels like putty in
Taehyung’s
hands, molding into the shape of his palms as Taehyung quickly drags him out of the club.
“Panda Express,” Jeongguk says, voice hoarse from yelling over the music. His ears ring, trying to
adjust to the
silence.
“Mhm,” Taehyung hums as he intertwines their fingers. “I haven’t had a night off in...so long. I have
a bucket list
and shoving my face with food is on the top of it.”

Jeongguk softens. The boyish look is back, his eyes lighting up with something that reminds him of
the way Ji-hu
looks whenever Jeongguk brings him home ice cream. A childish excitement, filled with an innocence
that somehow fits Taehyung despite him being anything but innocent just a moment ago.
“Well then, what else? We have the whole night,” Jeongguk says, squeezing Taehyung’s fingers.
As much as the arousal coursing through him wants Taehyung here and now, spending the night with
Taehyung looking as excited as he does now is overpowering.
“First, I have to wait for Hoseok to catch up,” Taehyung instructs. He stills by the door and Jeongguk
watches as he produces a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He offers one to Jeongguk, but he
shakes his head. “Then food.”
Jeongguk frowns, glancing at the glass doors as if Hoseok is going to emerge from them at any
moment. “Hobi.”
Taehyung nods, blowing smoke into the air. “Unless you wanted to walk? I don’t think there’s a
Panda Express around here.”
His mind tries to play catch up. Hoseok is like Taehyung, in which he works multiple jobs and only
talks about the dance studio. Jeongguk doesn’t know what he does at night, or how often he works at
night, but whenever Jeongguk calls for a babysitter, Hoseok can only watch Ji-hu until eight and he
can't bring Ji-hu to work with him unlike Yoongi.
“Is he your driver?”
Taehyung shrugs and Jeongguk decides not to ask any more questions. He has his own driver too, has
for his entire life; there’s nothing weird about it.
“So tell me something about yourself, Mr. Jeon. Anything.” Taehyung’s knuckles brush down the
front of his dress shirt, his finger hooking on the button sitting above his belly button. “What’s
brought you out tonight? Other than baggin’ bitches?”
“Yoongi hyung,” Jeongguk groans in embarrassment as he pushes closer into Taehyung’s space. The
night air is cool against his sweaty skin and though the street is empty around them, Jeongguk knows
it won’t last long. But he can’t care, he doesn’t want to fight off the urge to cage Taehyung in against
the wall.
It’s a kink of his apparently. He didn’t know.
“My son went to America for the summer. It’s the first week I’ve been without him and my hyungs
thought I should go out.”
Taehyung listens with interest, his head tilted and his palm sliding over Jeongguk’s chest. “He’s not in
school?”
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“Private school,” Jeongguk explains, rubbing his thumb over Taehyung’s jaw. His skin is soft like he
bathes in shea butter. The smoke that trails from his lips is erotic and Jeongguk takes advantage of his
head turning to blow in another direction to kiss gently over his pulse. “He has a break from June to
August.”
“Ah,” Taehyung hums, shivering under Jeongguk’s touch. He pushes Jeongguk away slightly when
Hoseok finally emerges from the building but keeps his fingers hooked in the belt loop of his pants.
“Hyung, would you drive me and my date to Panda Express?”
Jeongguk feels his face flush at the comment and under Hoseok’s gaze. He had been wrong earlier. It
is weird that Hoseok is Taehyung’s driver and he anticipates Hoseok making a joke about Jeongguk
getting dick, but there’s no amusement in Hoseok’s expression at all.
“Yeah, no fucking in my back seat,” Hoseok says, pointing an accusing finger at Jeongguk though
he’s only ever done that twice in his life, thanks. Only twice in Hoseok's car, at least.
Taehyung slides an arm around the low of Jeongguk’s back, fitting into his side as Jeongguk throws
an arm over his shoulder.
It’s simple, domestic, and Jeongguk’s heart does this strange thing in his chest.
“You know, as much as he gets laid, you would think he’d be more perky,” Taehyung whispers,
making Jeongguk let out a loud laugh into the night air.
The SUV that blinks alive is familiar, Hoseok’s car not Taehyung’s. He always wondered how
Hoseok could afford it and now he wonders if it’s from Taehyung. The diamonds in his ears and the
way he holds himself screams that Taehyung is well off but what he's told Jeongguk so far about
himself contradicts that.
He frowns as he opens the door for Taehyung, eyeing the leather interior and the spacious backseat.
There’s a divider between the front and back seat, that Hoseok has rising up before Jeongguk can
close the door behind him.
He understands why as he reaches for his seat belt to pull it over his lap, but has a Taehyung sliding
into his lap first. Taehyung’s fingers are soft against his jaw, tilting his head back until his breath
ghosts over Jeongguk’s lips.
“Hoseok-hyung said no fucking in his back seat,” Jeongguk murmurs, fingers tapping over
Taehyung’s thighs.
Taehyung slides his lips over Jeongguk’s, teasing them apart but not applying the pressure Jeongguk
craves. “A little confident there, Gukkie. Did you think it’s this easy to get into my pants?”
Heat tickles Jeongguk’s face as he knocks his head back to look up at Taehyung. “No,” he hums,
sliding a palm across Taehyung’s ass to pull him further into his lap. Taehyung’s lips part to stutter
out a sigh, his eyes darkening. “You need Panda Express first, right?”
Taehyung’s face lights up before he giggles, his nose wrinkling. “That’s one way to impress me.”
His face is growing more flushed as Jeongguk rubs a palm over the curve of his ass, the amusement
on his face slowly slipping away and turning into something more aroused. “Tell me the other ways.”
“Desperate?” Taehyung breathes, his voice raspier than he had been - practically a growl and
Jeongguk feels like he’s falling to pieces in Hoseok’s backseat.
He sucks in a breath, cooling himself as he tucks a finger under Taehyung’s chin. He kisses him
softly. “No, I won’t lie. I want you, Taehyung, but we can spend the night checking off your bucket
list and if you want me by the end of the night then -”
His words are cut off as Taehyung slots their lips together. It’s a lazy kiss, lips dancing over each
other in a slow beat. He can’t pull away, even though his lungs hurt with the need for oxygen. He just
can’t, not until there’s a sharp tap against the window and Jeongguk realizes that they have stopped.
“Come on, Gukkie, phase one in Taehyung Seduction,” Taehyung giggles, falling off of his lap and
shoving the door open so quickly it nearly smacks into Hoseok.
Hoseok frowns at Taehyung’s flushed face, his nose wrinkling. “I’ll wait out here, clean the
backseat.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Do you want anything hyung?”
Hoseok looks confused by the offer. He glances between Taehyung and Jeongguk. He isn’t as bright
while on the
job but Jeongguk kind of hates it. He glances at the earpiece again, wondering why exactly Taehyung
would need a bodyguard. “No. I’m good, Baby.”
Jeongguk’s face feels hot at the name and he plants a hand to Taehyung’s back to guide him into the
restaurant. The nerves on Taehyung’s face are new, it is static in his eyes as he chews on his bottom
lip.
“It’s an um, thing,” Taehyung mumbles, jerking his shoulders into a shrug before he bounds into the
restaurant.
There’s a fondness filling his chest as he watches Taehyung contemplate the menu with a pushed out
pout before he lists out a large order. Jeongguk knows that he looks silly with the fond grin on his
lips, but he doesn’t care. Not when Taehyung notices and a shy look crosses his face.
“No, don’t pay,” Taehyung starts, swatting at Jeongguk’s wallet when he removes it from his pocket.
“It was my idea to come here.”
“I’m paying,” Jeongguk says, quickly pulling the card from his wallet and practically flinging it at the
cashier before Taehyung can take out his own. “Let me treat you.”
“Why?” Taehyung asks, and there’s something in his eyes that Jeongguk hates. Suspicion, maybe.
Definitely worry.
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“I haven’t had a night out like this in a long time and I am really enjoying it,” Jeongguk says quietly,
smiling softly at his admission. “And I want you to enjoy it without worrying about spending the
money.”
It is an assumption on his part. But Taehyung had mentioned working many jobs to provide for his
siblings. He had talked about not going out in a while because of it. The diamonds could be hand-me-
downs, a gift from someone. Hoseok could be - well, he doesn't really understand that part. It isn't
right for Jeongguk to make assumptions about a man he doesn't know but wants to.
Taehyung has returned to nibbling on his bottom lip. “I’m really enjoying it too. Next, we can go
somewhere you want. It’s still early.”
Jeongguk glances at the watch on his wrist. It is, only eleven. It feels like he’s spent the last year of
his life dancing with Taehyung, not just an hour. “I want to go wherever you want.”
Taehyung parts his lips before smacking them shut and walking off to collect his food.
By midnight, Jeongguk realizes he is fucked.
Not only does Taehyung make him feel like his nerves are on fire inside of him, but he fills him with
a fondness that he has only ever felt while looking at his best friends or Ji-hu. He makes him feel as if
his life source is currently kissing Taehyung and listening to him laugh.
Yoongi’s plan had been for him to get some ass, and Jeongguk completely jumped over that and
landed himself into a pool of feelings instead. Well, not truly feelings - but he finds he doesn't want
the night to end because he doesn't want to leave Taehyung's side.
“I can’t believe you’re still hungry,” Jeongguk murmurs jokingly, watching as Taehyung kitten licks
over the ice cream cone he holds. It’s pretty cold outside, but watching Taehyung’s tongue dart out
like that has him feeling hot.
“I can’t believe you’re not,” Taehyung shoots back.
From the few touches, Jeongguk knows that Taehyung is covered in muscle but thin. Maybe a little
too thin, but he doesn’t know. “I’m searching for another source of nutrition,” Jeongguk jokes,
cupping Taehyung’s cheek as he thumbs over the corner of his mouth to wipe at the ice cream there.
Taehyung’s eyes glaze over as Jeongguk pushes his thumb past his lips, wiping the drip of ice cream
against Taehyung’s teeth.
“Nut,” Taehyung breathes as Jeongguk drags his thumb down, tugging his full bottom lip with it.
Jeongguk chokes out a laugh, pressing his forehead against Taehyung’s. They're in a park in the
middle of the city, the dark night around them lit up by the city lights. Hoseok is idling somewhere,
waiting for them, but Jeongguk can’t find it in him to care.
“What’s next?” he breathes, nudging their noses together as he tries to swallow down the laughs
rocking through him.
“You’re making it difficult to remember,” Taehyung breathes, eyes dropping to watch Jeongguk’s
mouth.
He licks over his lips purposefully, rubbing at Taehyung’s chin until his head tilts a centimeter back.
Far enough that their lips hover over each other.
Taehyung sighs as Jeongguk grips his jaw, his finger sliding underneath it. “Panda Express. Ice
Cream. Fuck Jeon Jeongguk-ssi, I think, was my original plan.”
Jeongguk watches Taehyung’s expression as he feels the way he gulps under his thumb. The sudden
confidence has slipped away from Taehyung and has been replaced with something insecure.
Which is ridiculous, because Jeongguk swears Taehyung is the prettiest thing he has ever laid his eyes
on.
“Is there a ditch Hoseok hyung in that plan?” Jeongguk asks quietly and he’s surprised by the
hesitancy in Taehyung’s eyes. "I'm not quite sure he'd like to watch."
“No, unless we sneak away.”
Jeongguk grins before ducking forward, licking over Taehyung’s lower lip. The shaky sigh he lets out
makes it difficult to pull away, but he does enough so he can text his driver.
He feels childish sneaking through the park, an adrenaline coursing through him as if they’re going to
be caught by Hoseok. Taehyung lets out a breathless giggle as he falls into the back seat of
Jeongguk’s car, not hesitating to pull Jeongguk down on top of him.
“Mm, can’t,” Jeongguk breathes, nudging his head towards the front. Even with the privacy screen
between them and Seokmin, it isn’t soundproof. "Seokmin-nim was supposed to have the night off, I
shouldn't torture him."
“You have your own driver?” Taehyung asks as if he doesn’t have his own too. He touches
Jeongguk’s wrist, admiring the gold watch and Jeongguk fights off the grimace as he helps Taehyung
out of the car.
Another reason his dating life has gone to shit is that it’s always been obvious when someone wanted
him for his money. It’s not like he hides it, Yoongi says he screams rich CEO, but he’d like people to
at least act like he isn’t just a huge dollar sign to them. Jeongguk likes to spoil the people he cares
about, but his parents' have always told them to never expect anything from anyone and to always be
grateful. Jin tells him to be careful because Jeongguk has a sweet face and a big heart that is easily
taken advantaged of.
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“Let me guess, you’re an undercover mob boss,” Taehyung giggles. “You run a huge drug empire and
you’re bringing me back to your drug lare to sniff coke off my back.”
“What?” Jeongguk blurts loudly. He physically can’t handle the amusement inside of him. He has to
stop, eyes squeezing shut as he bends back with the force of his laughter.
“No?” Taehyung huffs out, amused. “Okay. Scientist. You look smart. Humans, animals?
Pharmaceutical?”
“None of 'em,” Jeongguk laughs. He’s content to hold Taehyung in front of him and listen to him
laugh, despite the aching pressure between his legs screaming at him to press Taehyung against the
elevator wall.
“Give me a hint.”
“You were right about the drug empire.”
Taehyung falls still, mouth hanging open as he stares at Jeongguk. There's a flicker of worry that
disrupts the
amusement in his eyes but it's only for a moment. “No offense, but I was joking about you being a
mob boss. I mean, you’re thick -” he hums in appreciation as he rubs his arms over Jeongguk’s arms,
“you’re more the mob boss lackey type. You're also soft maybe, maybe have mob lackeys of your
own ordered to protect you at all costs.”
“Not a mob boss,” Jeongguk huffs out. He tenses his arms, letting his muscles flex under Taehyung's
touch. “It’s legal.”
The elevator chimes with each floor as Taehyung crumples his face and stares at Jeongguk hard like
that will give him the answer.
“The only legal drugs are alcohol, tobacco, and sex. Well, legal depending on the situation,”
Taehyung starts, tapping his chin. “Anime and gaming, but I’m not sure everyone will agree with that.
Oh food, too.”
Jeongguk snorts as the elevator comes to a halt, revealing his floor. The thoughtful look doesn’t leave
Taehyung’s face although his eyes do light up the moment he opens the door.
The entrance to his penthouse leads to a wide open space, the kitchen on one side and the living room
on the other. There are hallways attached to both rooms, leading to more rooms and a staircase to the
top floor that he never uses except to work out. Across from them is floor to ceiling windows, which
let the light of the city into the room before Jeongguk flicks on the lights.
“You never told me what you do,” Jeongguk hums as he curls an arm around Taehyung’s waist and
snuggles his face against his neck. “Why should I tell you what I do?”
A soft moan leaves Taehyung’s lips as Jeongguk grazes his teeth over his skin. His fingers fumble
over the buttons of his shirt, no hesitation in expressing what he wants. “I’m an intern at the Dongnae
Counseling Center.”
Jeongguk listens as he finally removes the offensive jean jacket from Taehyung’s body. He kisses
over his throat as he speaks, appreciating the newly revealed skin of Taehyung’s arms.
“It doesn’t pay so I work a bunch of different jobs at night,” Taehyung sighs, knocking the hat from
Jeongguk’s head until it tumbles to the floor. “Got three bellies to feed.”
Sadness grips at Jeongguk’s chest as he pulls back to analyze Taehyung’s face, but Taehyung tugs
him into a kiss before he can voice his thoughts. He kisses him deeply, sucking harshly on Jeongguk’s
bottom lip until Jeongguk has him pinned back against the door.
“Do you want me, Jeongguk?” Taehyung breathes, hiking his legs up as Jeongguk grips at the back of
his thighs. There is strength in Taehyung’s body, the muscles of his arms bulging and the ripple of his
abdomen, he can feel the muscles in his thighs under his palms, but he feels as if he weighs nothing at
all.
“Yes, Tae,” Jeongguk breathes, pulling Taehyung hot against him as Taehyung starts working his
shirt from his body. “Fuck, I haven’t wanted someone this bad in a long time.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Taehyung breathes, hands warming over Jeongguk’s stomach. It’s
low and dirty the way he speaks, his voice thick and words coated in arousal.
“What do you want?” Jeongguk mumbles against his lips, walking through the penthouse with
Taehyung in his arms. The hallway to his bedroom is dark, but he maneuvers without a problem. “It’s
your bucket list.”
“Slow,” Taehyung hums, trailing his fingers down the length of Jeongguk’s neck. “Whatever you do,
do it slowly.”
Whatever you do. Taehyung is giving him permission to do anything, without hesitation, and it makes
Jeongguk’s head spin with need.
“Want me to fuck you?” Jeongguk asks, pushing for more because there are a million different things
he wants to do to Taehyung and he can’t focus on one.
Taehyung is barely on the bed before his hands are grabbing at Jeongguk’s shirt and tugging it from
him. Jeongguk guides him back, settling between his legs until Taehyung is pressing into the mound
of unnecessary pillows on his bed.
“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes, gripping at Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Your bed is so comfortable.”

Jeongguk laughs quietly, dropping to press a kiss over the bruise on Taehyung's belly. He savors the
way Taehyung’s muscle flutter under his tongue and tenses in time with a low moan when Jeongguk
sucks harshly.
“You’re welcome to it anytime,” Jeongguk blurts without thinking. He hesitates but doesn’t correct
himself because he means it.
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He shifts his palms up the inside of Taehyung’s thighs, teasing between his legs before he works at
the button of his jeans. It’s sinful, the way Taehyung hoists himself up on his elbows just to watching
Jeongguk with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
Jeongguk admires him, the flush over his golden skin. He swears there’s glitter lingering across the
planes of his stomach, but his mind shifts to focus on the metal bars hugging his perked nipples.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Taehyung breathes, body trembling from the sudden cold as
Jeongguk pulls the pants from his legs.
The shock that rushes through him is like being plowed over by a bulldozer. Or so he assumes, as that
has never happened to him. But his whole body jolts, his body flooded with arousal that makes it
difficult not to roll his eyes back.
Stretched over the heavy of Taehyung’s cock is white lace. The head of his dick just peeks out over
the band of more lace, and the way it looks stretched over his hips has Jeongguk’s mouth pooling.
“Guk,” Taehyung whines, dragging Jeongguk’s attention back to his face. His face is flushed hot and
there looks to be embarrassment in his eyes.
“Um,” Jeongguk hesitates, not remembering. His skin is hot to the touch and it’s dizzying. His brain
can’t focus on anything other than the way Taehyung looks in front of him. “Years ago. I don’t
remember.”
Taehyung moans lowly as Jeongguk traces over the lace material, his finger sliding around the band
wrapped around his thigh before tickling in the crease between his thigh and ass.
“Oh,” Taehyung stutters, legs shifting apart. A silent invitation. “They weren’t memorable?”
Jeongguk shakes his head as he leans forward, his hands chasing up the sides of his thighs as he plants
another kiss to Taehyung’s belly. The year Ji-hu had been conceived, he had slept with more people
than he could count. The most memorable had been Ji-hu's mother, a relative to the family Jeongguk
had been staying with while in America.
“You already are,” Jeongguk whispers against his skin, trailing his lips before he wraps them around
one of Taehyung’s perked buds. Taehyung keens, back arching and legs hiking up until his knees are
bracketing Jeongguk’s chest. “Sensitive?
“Yes,” Taehyung moans quietly, fingers tugging into Jeongguk’s hair as Jeongguk flicks his tongue
over the metal bar. “Came once just from touching them.”
Jeongguk groans as he bites down, his body shivering with the force of want he has for Taehyung.
Taehyung gasps loudly, his chest heaving until he’s panting, squirming under Jeongguk’s weight.
“Do you know how hot you are?” Jeongguk murmurs, almost embarrassed by the overwhelmed sound
of his
voice. He kisses up the length of Taehyung’s neck, only stopping there to tentatively suck a bruise
there.
The hands in his hair are encouraging and he bites down, worrying at the skin with his teeth until
Taehyung
whimpers.
“You’re so pretty,” Jeongguk says as he licks at his mark, hips rocking down like they have a mind of
their own. “Guk,” Taehyung breathes, hips shamelessly grinding back against him. “Not this slow.”
Jeongguk snorts, pushing up on his elbows so he’s hovering over Taehyung. He kisses him slowly,
ignoring
Taehyung’s noise of complaint for only a moment.

As much as he wants to take his time, the hum in his body and the throb between his legs is too hard
to ignore. “How do you want me?”
“Like this, but with you naked,” Taehyung breathes shakily, stretching his legs further apart as he
sinks down the
bed. “I don’t like being on my hands and knees.”

Jeongguk hums as he pulls back. His nightstand isn’t that far but it feels like miles when he’s no
longer touching
Taehyung. He can’t keep his eyes away from the scene before him as he slowly undoes his own pants,
the flush of Taehyung’s skin and the way his long limbs are strewn across the comforter, legs inviting
and trembling under his gaze.
The head of his cock peeks from his pretty underwear, twitching and pooling precome onto his skin. It
makes Jeongguk’s hands fumble over their smooth motions, and he’s sure the way he stumbles out of
his pants isn’t attractive but Taehyung watches him with heavy lidded eyes anyway.
He strokes himself, biting at his lip as he watches the way Taehyung’s fingers dig into the comforter.
It isn’t enough, just a soft touch to ease the ache.
“Do you like being called baby?” Jeongguk asks as he produces the lube from his drawer. There’s an
untouched box of condoms in there, provided by an overeager Yoongi, and he makes a mental note to
send his best friend a thank you card.
Taehyung’s lips part as he huffs out. “Tae, or Taehyung,” he whispers, body visibly shivering. “Or
anything, just not baby tonight.”
Jeongguk nods, kneeling back on the bed. He wants to ask, but the look in Taehyung’s eyes tells him
not to.
“Not baby boy?” Jeongguk asks huskily, bending low to mouth at the inside of his thigh. Taehyung
whimpers, his legs jumping up from the touch. He moves further, tongue flicking out to drag over the
lace. “Princess?”
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“Jeongguk,” Taehyung complains, fingers catching in his hair. He tugs gently, pulling his head up and
taking Jeongguk’s breath away.
He looks fucked out, a moment away from losing it and Jeongguk can’t find it in himself to deny him
a second longer.
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk moans quietly, pushing his legs apart with his knees as he grips at the panties.
He’s careful not to rip the pretty material, afraid he might with the way his arousal shoves force into
his fingertips.
The underwear is discarded to the side as Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s legs up, his hands gripping the
back of his thighs to guide them over his shoulders. He breathes over Taehyung’s cock as he fumbles
with the lube, pouring too much on his hands before rubbing it between his fingers until the shock of
the cool liquid is gone.
Taehyung breathes harshly with every one of Jeongguk’s exhales, his hips rolling up for friction.
Jeongguk grins, giving in as he mouths a kiss over the length of him.
“Oh,” Taehyung moans, gripping tightly into Jeongguk’s hair as he does it again, his mouth pressing
harder against him. “Feels good.”
“Tell me if it doesn’t,” Jeongguk whispers before licking over the path his mouth has made, his
fingers brushing over the curve of Taehyung’s cheeks.
Time seems to fall still as Jeongguk slides his fingers between his ass cheeks, slowly circling his
fingers over his hole. The whimper Taehyung lets out is a mix of needy and demanding, and despite
what he said about going slow, he rubs down against the touch like going slow is the last thing on his
mind.
“Want me?” Jeongguk asks as he teases over his rim, nudging against his hole but not pressing in.
The petulant grunt that Taehyung lets out is so different than his needy whimpers that Jeongguk huffs
out a laugh. “No?”
Taehyung’s thighs tighten around Jeongguk’s head when he looks up, holding Taehyung’s gaze.
“I want you,” Taehyung manages and Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate before dipping his finger forward.
There’s little resistance and Jeongguk is reeling, lost in thoughts of Taehyung fucking himself open.
It’s better
than the possessiveness that bugs in the back of his mind, whispering about someone else touching
him like this.
He sucks at the base of Taehyung’s cock, tongue darting out to drag shapes over the sensitive skin as
he thrusts his
fingers slowly. Taehyung’s body is an earthquake when Jeongguk wraps his head around the tip,
trembling so much he swears the bed shakes with it.
Soft moans fill the room and coat Jeongguk’s body with heat as he pushes in a second. He just about
melts on top of Taehyung as he squeezes around him, hips rocking up until his cock is sliding over
Jeongguk’s tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Taehyung huffs, his body bending as he slips his hand around the back of Jeongguk’s
neck. “Didn’t think you would be so good with your tongue.”
Jeongguk moans around him, scissoring his fingers quickly as his mouth fills with the heady taste of
cock. It’s been a long time since he’s given head, and his jaw aches as he accommodates the girth of
Taehyung, but his body thrums with the feel of Taehyung pushing down his throat.
“Another, come on,” Taehyung urges, fucking his hips down against Jeongguk’s fingers, his heels
digging into Jeongguk’s back.
He pulls off with an obscene wet sound, inhaling quickly before he dribbles spit and precome down
Taehyung’s shaft.
He licks at the trail, guiding a third finger inside of Taehyung. The moan Taehyung lets out sounds
like it’s ripped from his chest as Jeongguk mouths at his balls, moving his body until Taehyung’s
body is nearly bent in half so he can fuck his fingers deep.
“I’m good,” Taehyung huffs out desperately, legs slipping from Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Fuck me,
please.”
Jeongguk bites at Taehyung’s inner thigh, muffling the rumble of a moan that is pulled from his lungs.
He curls and bends his fingers, fucking deep until Taehyung’s body goes taut between him.
Taehyung lets out harsh pants, the sound coated in pleasure as Jeongguk rubs over his prostate. The
flush in his skin has darkened a thousand shades, his skin gleaming with sweat and Jeongguk wants to
kiss praises over every inch of him.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Jeongguk huffs out as he pulls his fingers back, smoothing
lube over Taehyung’s thighs as he falls onto his calves. Taehyung breathes heavily, eyes facing the
ceiling as Jeongguk searches for the condom.
“Will you look at me?” Jeongguk asks hesitantly when he finds the condom, fingers shakily slightly
as he struggles to rip open the package. “So I know you’re okay?”
Taehyung does, his eyes blown out. “I’m more than okay,” he sighs, scooching further down the bed
until his legs are wrapping around Jeongguk’s waist. “Want you to kiss me.”
Jeongguk nods as he slicks himself, his cock pulsing against his palm. “Slow, yeah?”
He gets a nod in response and Jeongguk bends forward, grabbing Taehyung’s thigh pressed against
his waist as he lines himself.
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Taehyung’s tongue is sweet against his own, the kiss more tongue and heavy breathing than anything.
His arms are like a vice grip around Jeongguk’s shoulders, his legs even more so as Jeongguk eases
forward, his whole body tense with the control it takes not to slap his hips forward.
“Fuck, Tae,” Jeongguk groans before biting harshly at his bottom lip. “You’re so tight.”
“Not,” Taehyung whimpers, head tilting back into the pillows. “You’re - you’re just thick.”
Jeongguk would grin, but he feels like his body has been emptied out and filled with pleasure as he
guides himself
forward into Taehyung’s tight heat. It takes all of his willpower not to wrack his hips harshly against
him and Taehyung doesn’t help with the way he needily rocks back against him.
“Forget slow,” Taehyung whines. “Just fuck me, Guk. How you want.”
With a pinched laugh, Jeongguk grabs Taehyung’s hand and pins it above his head, grinding forward
until his balls are pressing hard against the round of Taehyung’s ass. There’s a tremble in his own
body as he squeezes his hands around Taehyung’s wrist, attempting to ground himself.
“I want it slow,” Jeongguk grits out, lying as he cups Taehyung’s neck with his other hand. He can
feel the vibrations of Taehyung’s moans under his palms as he strokes into him slowly, pulling back
until only the tip of his dick is nestled past his rim, and pushing forward until he’s buried to the hilt.
Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind the weight crushing down onto him as he moans, clinging to
Jeongguk. He can’t last long with the way Taehyung clenches around him and he grunts, biting
Taehyung’s bottom lip before thrusting forward roughly.
“Like that,” Taehyung huffs out, his voice on the edge of frantic as he squeezes Jeongguk’s hand.
“Fuck me like that, baby.”
Jeongguk groans, fucking his hips forward until the room fills with the wet sound of their bodies
slapping together. Taehyung’s moans come out sharp, vibrating across the room and down Jeongguk’s
spine.
Their teeth clash together in an attempt to kiss, Jeongguk’s hand gripping harder around Taehyung’s
jaw to keep him still beneath him. He wants to watch the pleasure build across Taehyung’s face,
wants to see the way he looks when he finally comes.
“You feel so good,” Jeongguk mumbles, voice straining. “You take my cock so well.”
Taehyung whines, eyes falling shut as his fingers dig roughly into Jeongguk’s back. The pitch of his
moans grows and he practically growls when Jeongguk slows.
“Don’t stop,” Taehyung breathes, a hint of panic in his voice. Jeongguk presses a soft kiss to his lips,
arms folding under his shoulders before he’s pulling them back.
Realization crosses his Taehyung’s face and he cups Jeongguk’s jaws pulling him into for a rushed
kiss.
“Ride me?” Jeongguk asks, his tone more demanding than he intended as he maneuvers them around
until it’s his back pushing into the pillows. There’s something satisfying about how Taehyung lets
Jeongguk manhandle him. His touch is gentle, but he can’t help but wonder if he likes it rougher.
The thought nearly makes Jeongguk come before Taehyung’s seated back onto his lap.
“I liked this,” Taehyung breathes, voice hoarse as he demonstrates with his hand folding over
Jeongguk’s throat. He only applies a little pressure, tilting Jeongguk’s head back as he rolls his hips
down. “Fuck, I liked when you had your hand on me like that.”
Jeongguk grips Taehyung’s thigh tightly, reaching up to mimic the grip around his own throat with his
other hand. He doesn’t press down as hard, only holds him, but Taehyung moans shamelessly in his
mouth.
They hold each other like that as Taehyung rolls his hips down, fucking himself onto Jeongguk’s cock
with an expertise that makes Jeongguk’s eyes roll back. Taehyung’s cock slaps wetly against his
belly, drooling out thick streams of precome and Jeongguk knows that he’s close.
“Touch yourself,” Jeongguk huffs, rocking his hips to meet each of Taehyung’s thrusts. “Wanna see
you come.”
Taehyung complies without hesitation, dropping the hand around Jeongguk’s throat to curl around
himself. He bounces roughly, hips losing their rhythm as Jeongguk palms at one of his ass cheeks,
gripping down to help guide his movements.
Jeongguk bites back a groan as the pleasure turns tight in the low of his belly, like a fist clenching
inside of him. He tugs Taehyung down, grinding deep inside of him as his cock pulses. He lets out a
strangled moan, just a vibration as he presses his lips tightly shut.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung huffs out before his body is falling taught, hand fucking quickly over his cock.
Jeongguk’s grip tightens as he watches the euphoria fall across Taehyung’s expression, his brows
knitting together and mouth falling open over a harsh exhale.
He’s pulled over the edge as Taehyung tightens around him, his hips thrusting up once more as
comes. He can barely breathe, his chest tight as pleasure rocks through him in waves. Come spatters
across his belly, Taehyung letting out a soft cry before he’s pushing past Jeongguk’s hold and
smothering his moan against his lips.
“That was so good,” Taehyung breathes harshly, clenching around his softening cock. Jeongguk grits
his teeth from sensitively, his thumb robbing soft, apologetic circles over where he gripped too
tightly. “You’re so good. Could spend the whole night fucking you like that.”
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Pride swells in Jeongguk’s chest as he shuts Taehyung up with a kiss, rubbing his hands over every
inch of Taehyung’s body like he isn’t ready to let go.
And he isn’t. He’s fucked, he realized that earlier and he thinks about it again. But he doesn’t think he
minds, not when there’s a calm flooding through him and a warmth filling his chest that feels like
only Taehyung can provide.
“If that’s on your bucket list, I already promised to help you fulfill it,” Jeongguk murmurs, brushing a
thumb over Taehyung’s cheekbone. “Was I too rough?”
Taehyung shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I liked it. I want to see your touch
when I wake up tomorrow so I can remember it wasn’t a dream. Plus that was like, a gentle rough
babe, you're fine.”
Jeongguk moans quietly, tugging his hips back and Taehyung gasps from the feeling. He clings onto
Taehyung, rolling him over until their positions are swapped. He doesn’t care about the sweat or the
come or the fact that his sheets are covered in lube, he only cares about peppering Taehyung’s face
with kisses.
He trails them down his neck, heart soaring at the small bruises that will still be there when Taehyung
leaves. “Gukkie,” Taehyung hums, fingers massaging over Jeongguk’s scalp. “What time is it?”
He glances at the clock on his nightstand. “Almost two.”
Taehyung sighs, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk’s forehead. “I should text Hobi so he doesn’t think I’ve
died. Even if
I almost did.”
Jeongguk snorts fondly. He keeps his eyes on Taehyung as he moves across the room, rejoicing at
finally being
able to see the bare of Taehyung’s ass. It jiggles when he walks and Jeongguk wonders how long it
will take before he’s riled up enough for round two.
“Do you smoke?” Taehyung asks, uncaring about his naked state as he nears the opened window.
He’s texting quickly over his phone, lips pulled down into a tight frown. “I like to smoke after I fuck.”
“No,” Jeongguk says as he rolls out of bed and heads towards his closet. “Didn’t you have a pack?”
“Only one,” Taehyung hums, his eyebrows knitting together as he stares at his phone. “I only allow
myself one when I go out or I’ll chain smoke between drinks.”
Jeongguk rummages around his closet until he finds the box, hoping they aren’t stale. Yoongi had left
them behind only a week prior. “I have some though.”
There’s delight in Taehyung’s eyes as Jeongguk offers him an unopened box of cigarettes. He settles
against the ledge of his window, opening it as far as it will open - only a few inches. It’s chilly and
Taehyung shivers as he beats the pack of cigarettes against his palm.
“Why do you have cigarettes if you don’t smoke?” Taehyung grins. Jeongguk can’t keep his hands off
of him, rubbing his palms over his bare thighs until they spread. “And expensive ones too?”
Jeongguk only lifts a shoulder in a shrug, bending over to kiss over the skin raw and pink from
Jeongguk’s teeth.
He doesn’t hate cigarettes. His whole career is based around tobacco and he’s grown accustomed to
the smell, but there are times where he can’t stop thinking about how he is benefiting from other
people’s addictions.
“Why did you tell me to go slow when you were rocking your hips against mine like you were trying
to win a race?”
Taehyung lets out an embarrassed groan, shoving Jeongguk away before he blows smoke out of the
window. Jeongguk waits for it to clear before he kisses Taehyung, tasting the trace of tobacco left in
his mouth.
“Go make me a drink, Mr. Drug Lord,” Taehyung sighs before his lips careen into a grin. “Please.”
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose, rubbing the tip of it against Taehyung’s before he grabs his briefs. The
house is empty, but it’s a habit of his.
It’s only been five days since his son left for America, but there’s a small finally in his mind that
someone else is occupying his home. Someone other than Hoseok, who sometimes gives him such a
headache that he craves to be alone. He likes making drinks for two, even if one of them isn’t banana
milk.
Taehyung is back on the bed when he returns, limbs thrown out across the blankets and the top of his
body buried in the mound of his pillows, still unclothed. “I don’t think I’ll ever leave this bed,” he
sighs.
“Stay as long as you want,” Jeongguk tells him, handing him glass. Taehyung downs it like he’s a
man that’s gone his whole life without a single drink. “I don’t have any plans tomorrow if you want to
stay.”
It feels like the wrong thing to say as Taehyung looks at him, teeth worrying at his bottom lip.
Jeongguk takes to gazing over his features, wanting to remember every detail.
The way he has only one double lid, his eyes slightly different in size. The way his nose wrinkles as
he thinks and his eyes blink more than he thinks is normal when he speaks. The drawn out lull of his
voice and the bony knobs of his long fingers. There's a freckle at the tip of his nose that Jeongguk
finds a strong urge to kiss.
“I have work in the afternoon,” Taehyung finally says. “I have to pick up my siblings from their play
date before that but um, I can stay for breakfast?”
Jeongguk grins, relief filling him as he slides his glass over the nightstand. “Okay. I’m really good at
making toaster waffles.”
Taehyung giggles, pulling his legs towards his chest. “I’m not picky.”
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Leaning over, Jeongguk grips Taehyung’s ankle, rubbing over the sharp bone before tugging him
closer. Taehyung’s expression is bright as he comes when beckoned, crawling over the sheets.
“Did you talk to hyung?” Jeongguk hums, leaning forward to kiss Taehyung. “He won’t storm in here
thinking I kidnapped you? He’s the one encouraging me to get laid yet he didn’t look too happy about
me being with you.”
Taehyung sighs, pushing back the hair stuck to Jeongguk’s sweaty forehead. It’s intimate, and
Jeongguk’s body soars. “He won’t.”
Jeongguk hums, letting his eyes flutter shut under the feather like touches Taehyung drags over his
cheeks. “Wanna shower with me, then?”
“Oh please tell me you have one of those obnoxiously large showers for no reason.”
There’s embarrassment filling him as he mumbles a response that he knows Taehyung can’t hear.
When Jeongguk wakes, the room is barely lit with the rising sun, streaming in pinks and golds
through the cracks of his curtains. He sighs, snuggling against the warm body pressed against his.
Taehyung snores quietly, his breath ghosting over Jeongguk’s collarbone. He’s like a heated blanket,
radiating warmth against his chest and where their legs are tangled. Jeongguk wishes there was more
light so he could see the restful expression on the other man’s face.
He sighs, tucking his chin on top of Taehyung’s head as he traces circles down his spine, keeping him
close until the warmth and the calm around him drags him back to sleep.
The second time Jeongguk wakes, there’s a chill creeping across his skin that has him groaning and
reaching for the blankets over his hips. He yanks them up until his head is practically buried
underneath.
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, scooching forward but he is only met with cold sheets.
He surges upwards, rubbing at his eyes as he stares at the massive empty bed. There are no longer
clothes strewn on the floor and his curtains are shut completely now.
There’s a note on the pillow where Taehyung’s head had been and nerves grip at Jeongguk’s chest
before he reads it.
Didn’t want to wake you but I was going to be late. You owe me toaster waffles.
Thank you for last night <3 Tae
Jeongguk falls back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if it’s a good or bad thing
that Taehyung
didn’t leave him his phone number.
*
The morning air is cool enough that Taehyung wishes he hadn’t forgotten his jean jacket in
Jeongguk’s living
room. He wants the heat, the summer, sweat slicking down his back just from looking at the sun. He
wants the ocean. He isn’t too familiar with where Jeongguk lives. To be honest, there are only two
parts of Busan that he knows
well. Where he lives and where he works. The rest that he’s visited with clients aren’t clear to him.
He’s rarely aware of where they’re going, that’s always Hoseok’s responsibility. He zones out too
much to focus and he's been trying to get better at not doing that.
“Where are you, Taehyung? I’ve been searching the whole damn country for you?”
Hoseok sounds pissed and Taehyung flinches away from where the phone is pressed tightly into his
ear. “That’s impressive hyung. I didn’t know you could drive all of South Korea in only a few hours.”
The grumbling response makes Taehyung walk faster. He isn’t going to tell Hoseok exactly where he
is until he’s far enough away from Jeongguk’s place, though he suspects Hoseok already knows
where Jeongguk lives.
“I’m not in the mood for your jokes. I’m tired and hungry -”
“You should have gotten something at Panda Expr-”
“ Taehyung. ”
Taehyung presses his lips tightly together, shoulders slumping. It had been unfair of him to ditch
Hoseok but he
needed to.
He wanted one night, just one night - a few hours, of feeling free. Of being with someone who wanted
to be with
him, of being able to be himself without feeling the pressure of money weighing on his shoulders and
making him feel like every word that he speaks, every move his body makes, is to assure money is in
his pocket. He wanted someone who wanted to please him too.
He’s heard of Jeongguk before, briefly whenever Jimin and Hoseok have mentioned him. He’s seen
pictures of him at Jimin’s apartment, has always found him cute. He couldn’t resist when he met him
in person, because pictures had done him no justice.
Jeongguk radiates power and money, something that Taehyung's been trained to attract to. But it had
been more than that. Jeongguk is ridiculously attractive and surprisingly gentle.
“I’m supposed to make sure you don’t get hurt but I can’t do that if you run off on me.”
It’s best that Hoseok thinks Jeongguk as a client, though he knows Hoseok wouldn’t go running back
to Bobby to tell on him if he knew that Jeongguk wasn't.
Except.
19-12-2021 10:04
Fuck, he doesn’t have the money to show for it.
“Isn’t he your friend?” Taehyung asks. He’s always been good at reading people. He knows which
clients will be difficult, he knows which ones might cause him harm. Jimin never lets those ones near
him and Jimin had been plenty eager about him meeting Jeongguk. “Jimin wouldn’t let me leave with
someone who would hurt me.”
“No, he wouldn’t hurt you,” Hoseok says, his voice serious. “At least tell me where you’re going next
time so I can pretend that I’m doing well at my job.”
Taehyung smile falters as guilt pools into his belly. He stops when he finds a restaurant that is open
before rattling the address off to Hoseok.
“I’m close by,” Hoseok sighs, relief in his voice. “I’m kind of uncomfortable with the fact that my
best friend bought you for the night. I’m sorry if you ditched me because I was awkward about how to
act.”
The guilt intensifies. Best friend. He had noticed Hoseok had been awkward. Normally, Hoseok acts
like he’s a shadow in the background. He hates every client Taehyung has ever been assigned to, but
he’s usually friendly enough that only Taehyung notices the hatred in his eyes.
The woman behind the counter eyes him strangely and Taehyung grins, tapping at the sore skin on the
side of his neck. His walk of shame, all across town. “Can I ask you a favor? No questions?”
Taehyung lists off his small order as he practically hears Hoseok’s brain working double time
assessing the situation to decide if he wants to say yes or not.
It’s like pulling teeth with this guy, but he always gives in to help fix whatever trouble Taehyung has
gotten himself into.
“What is it first?”
“Two million won.”
There’s a long silence as Taehyung bounces on his feet. It’s the price of a night with him, an amount
that he won’t
be able to walk into work without.

Hoseok cusses quietly. “Did Jeongguk not pay? I’ll call him right now.”
“What? No, he did,” Taehyung says quickly, groaning internally. He glares up at the ceiling, knowing
a scolding is
coming. “Ikindofdidn’tchargehim.”
Hoseok stays quiet for a long moment and it sounds as if he sighs in relief. “So, Jeongguk wasn’t a
customer?” “Glad to know your brain is still functioning without sleep, hyung.”
The woman hands him his box of food with a tight smile as he eyes Hoseok’s SUV swerve in front of
the shop.
The phone clicks and Taehyung groans, dragging his aching body forward before Hoseok storms in
and drags him out. “If I find out you were doing drugs last night, I’m kicking your ass,” Hoseok says
in a way of greeting as Taehyung slumps into the backseat. “While I’m glad to know my dongsaeng
isn’t going around buying people
anymore, you were supposed to be working last night.”

He can still feel every touch Jeongguk pressed against his skin and a distant spark of arousal hits him
as he
remembers just how good it felt to have his palm pressing against his throat like that.
Rough touches, he hates them normally. But Jeongguk had been so tender and careful that he felt
himself enjoying
when he touched him that way. He trusted it wouldn’t go far and that allowed him to relax enough to
enjoy it.
It was a bad move, trusting someone.
“I wasn’t supposed to be working last night,” Taehyung corrects quickly, feeling bratty but he doesn’t
care. “I was
supposed to have the day off.”

Hoseok sighs again, glancing at him through the mirror with sadness in his eyes. “I know.”
He slumps into his seat, scrolling through his missed messages. Jimin’s excited ones about him
leaving with
Jeongguk, cheeky reminders to use condoms and Yoongi’s theories on what kinks Jeongguk has.
Taehyung bites at his smile, tucking into his body more.
“Bobby wants you to come in early,” Hoseok says after a moment, his tone hesitant. “I’ll pick up the
little ones.” Like that, the giddiness inside of his chest is gone. “Why?”
“Dunno, I think it’s Hanbin again. I’ll give you the money, Taehyung. Just don’t ditch me again
without giving me
a heads up.”
Taehyung pulls forward, bending over the seat to press a kiss to Hoseok’s temple. “Love you hyung,
I’m sorry.” Hoseok makes a cooing noise before he blows a kiss through the rearview mirror. “I love
you too.”
The club is different in the daytime, lit up with lights that seem blinding rather than seducing. He only
had enough time to quickly change out of his clothes before Hoseok had brought him to this side of
town, and he feels eyes on him as he walks through and towards the offices.
It’s proper to visit Bobby like they’re meeting a client, but Taehyung hadn’t had enough time to cover
the marks on his skin. He hastily tried to in the back of Hoseok’s car but he knows he did a poor job.
He knocks tentatively on the door engraved with ‘Kim Bobby’ on it. It takes a moment before he
hears him, calling for him to come in.
19-12-2021 10:04
The office is lavish, bigger than Taehyung’s whole apartment. There’s a living room to one side, a
kitchen in the back, and a desk that is nearly as big as Jeongguk’s bed in the middle. That’s where
Bobby sits, hunched over a spread of paper.
“Baby, come, sit,” Bobby greets, waving to the plush chair across from him. “Have you talked to
Jimin? He seemed worried about you last night?”
Taehyung’s heart crumples in his chest. The last message Jimin had sent him was that Hoseok had
called him looking for him. But he trusts Jimin enough to know that he wouldn’t tell Bobby that
Taehyung ditched his bodyguard.
Jimin is the only one that Taehyung feels comfortable in trusting. And Hoseok. Maybe Yoongi a bit,
since he's so whipped for Jimin that he wouldn't risk upsetting Jimin by hurting him.
“A rough customer,” Taehyung lies with ease, smiling softly as he slips the envelope of won onto the
desk. He tilts his head slightly, knowing Bobby’s eyes are gazing over the finger shaped bruises on his
throat. “But not bad. Jimin introduced me to him.”
Amusement crosses Bobby’s expression. He’s let his hair grow long, parted down the middle and it
makes him appear boyish, though he’d never say it out loud. Despite the boyish look, his eyes can
sharpen into daggers and his fingers can feel like them.
“Jeongguk, right?” Bobby asks and Taehyung feels himself freeze from the icy panic pouring through
his veins. “I grew up with him. Would have never guessed he was kinky. Bit of a stiff, you know. I
used to club with him. Never understood how he got laid as often as he did.”
Bobby snorts loudly and Taehyung only stares back, keeping his face expressionless. There’s a
thunder of emotion inside his chest as he wonders how close Bobby and Jeongguk are.
Go figure, the one person that makes him feel good about himself is connected back to Bobby.
Taehyung's never going to be able to escape him.
“June saw you with him,” Bobby explains, folding his hands over the desk. “Do you think he’ll be a
regular?”
Taehyung hesitates, searching for the right answer. He can never tell if Bobby looks amused because
he is, or if he’s being sarcastic. “He enjoyed himself.”
“Could up your price then, he can afford it,” Bobby hums thoughtfully. “Might have to fight Hanbin
to get his hands on you. He’s not happy you were out with someone else last night.”
“It’s my job,” Taehyung says sourly. He knew June would say something. He could see it in the
man’s eyes the moment they glanced at Jeongguk. “If he’s that worried he should have taken me last
night.”
A huff of laughter leaves Bobby’s lips and he seems genuinely amused. He’s close with Hanbin,
Taehyung reminds himself, it’s important to tread carefully. “I don’t think Jimin would have let him.”
The amusement slips from Bobby’s expression suddenly and Taehyung tenses. He rubs at his bare
thighs, wishing he was wearing more clothing as he feels goosebumps spread over his skin.
“He’s been pretty adamant about dropping Hanbin as a client and you know Jimin gets his way when
it comes to you, but you’ll continue working with him until I say. Understand?”
Taehyung swallows as he nods. “Yes, sir.”
“But only Thursdays. I really can't handle the argument with Jimin, so I had to compromise
somewhat. You’ll need to make up the loss of Tuesdays. If Jimin approves of Jeon, up the pricing for
a day session and double it for the night.”
There’s a sweat building over his neck. He should have just worked last night like he promised Bobby
he would. He doesn’t want Jeongguk involved in any of this. Four million won for one night is too
much. He already gets angry looks from his coworkers that Bobby's set his price at two million, even
if he thinks that is Jimin's doing and not Bobby's. “Yes, sir. Is there anything else?”
Bobby pads over, a soft smile back on his lips. Taehyung stays stock still as Bobby reaches out,
brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. “Tell Mr. Jeon I said hello and that he must be more careful
with you, yes? I don’t like when people ruin what’s mine.”
He trails his knuckles down Taehyung’s sore throat. “Even if you look beautiful when you’re ruined.”

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Life is loud around him.

He remains still, taking it all in.

“I’m fine, hyung, promise,” Jeongguk says, pinching Yoongi’s cheek.

Jeongguk can’t look away.

“Jeongguk,” he corrects. “Jeon Jeongguk.”

“How do you know Jimin, Jeon Jeongguk?”

“You can pay for it.”

“No,” Jeongguk promises. “I was fascinated the moment I saw you.”

“Are you flirting with me, Jeongguk-ssi?”

“Yes,” Taehyung says.

Taehyung presses his back to his chest.

“Who’s your man?”

teeth nip roughly at Jeongguk’s bottom lip.

can show you.”

into his game of cat and mouse.

finally catches up with Taehyung.

wall. “Panda Express.”

and shoving my face with food is on the top of it.”

“Is he your driver?”

It’s a kink of his apparently. He didn’t know.

By midnight, Jeongguk realizes he is fucked.

“I can’t believe you’re not,” Taehyung shoots back.

“No, unless we sneak away.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes, gripping at Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Your bed is so comfortable.”

Taehyung’s noise of complaint for only a moment.

bed. “I don’t like being on my hands and knees.”

didn’t leave him his phone number.

Fuck, he doesn’t have the money to show for it.

be able to walk into work without.

anymore, you were supposed to be working last night.”

supposed to have the day off.”

Taehyung swallows as he nods. “Yes, sir.”

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