𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝙁𝙐𝙉

𝙋𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 22 ⚣ 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳

The nightclub looked similar to any nightclubs Jungkook imaged in his head. He wasn't confused nor uncomfortable per se, the loud and dim yet flashy environment was a stranger to him, but Jungkook was the type to adapt to any vicinity whether it'll be a place such as this.

You wouldn't expect an entrepreneur to be unprofessional, he had to be trained in these circumstances for his pursuit.

So, Jungkook was curious, intrigued, everything Taehyung mooted up until now seemed to linger in his mind, so this place was Taehyung's environment? Jungkook felt compelled, however, thrilled to see what Taehyung was about to show him.

— how will this place show the worst side of him? Jungkook thought, being dragged by Taehyung past a crowd of people with his arm still hooked to his. Taehyung's strength was rather hurried.

Jungkook scanned him from the back as if he could grasp Taehyung's facial expression, his clueless eyes glued to him and only him in a place surrounded by people, trotting and sweating, drunk and basically having sex if he didn't overlook it. The aggravating music that did not seem to fit Jungkook's taste whatsoever, the beats were insufferable, tickling his heartbeat.

Those did not intrigue him, although he had never been to a real nightclub as these places were forbidden for his reputation.

All of a sudden, Taehyung's pushful gait stopped, unhooking their arms. He gripped Jungkook's forearm and propelled his body forward into his body, their noses immediately touching and faces stood inches away.

"Grab me." Taehyung exhaled, his voice sounding thirsty, breathless, placing his palms onto Jungkook's solid, huge man-boobs.

"Taehyung...are you trying to make me dance with you?" Jungkook wouldn't mind, he was already in a necessary attire.

He had his suit off and abandoned in his car which was parked back at the hotel, wearing merely a casual outfit he had always conveniently prepared for himself inside his trunk, simply to be cautious of any creases on his suits.

Suits are a businessman's priority no matter what happens in the world. Jungkook was hot right now, smoking hot. Taehyung had seen him in an apron and boxers only before with drenched hair stuck to his forehead, then a black shirt, now— Jungkook almost resembled a normal out and about young adult, carefree and handsome— like he belonged here, too.

He stared into Taehyung's unreadably depthless eyes, guessing and guessing, yet, he came up with nothing. Taehyung did not seem at all concerned about Jungkook's reaction, confused or not, he appeared as though he wasn't willing to answer any time soon.

"Just grab me, Jungkook." He restated, moderately wrapping his arms around Jungkook's neck, his face traveling beside Jungkook's ear as his tepid breath voiced out: "Let everyone in here know that I'm yours."

How was Jungkook supposed to refuse such an offer? Seizing hold of Taehyung's petite, hourglass waist, how amazing it never failed to feel under his hands as he reminisced all their previous intercourses with the exact same embrace.

The only times they would be this physically intimate with each other was during sex, except for that first time in Jungkook's office.

Not that Jungkook was never satisfied with the sex, even in those sessions, roughness had to be present or else things would be awkward, and right about now, things were indeed awkward.

They were silently holding each other, under this pretentious music and disco ball, in a motioning wave of people sort of shoving them both a tad bit closer.

"Taehyung—" Jungkook uttered, hoping to at least receive an explanation, but what he received was Taehyung out of the blue having a third-party's hand clasped onto his shoulder, peeling him off Jungkook's arms and flipped entirely around to get punched in the face mercilessly.