COFFEE AND MINT CHOCOLATE (TAEKOOK +18 ONLY)

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JungKook's familiar scent was all around the small apartment.

They dumped their shoes by the door and Taehyung shrugged off his denim jacket, not missing the greedy, dark eyes at his low neckline, his skin tingling hot under the gaze.

The place was cosy, neutral and dark colours -black in the sofa, in the impressive sound system, the large flat screen TV. Green in the plants and the few cushions scattered about on the sofa. White in the open plan kitchen units. Overall, calm and collected -just like JungKook.

He had divided the large room with an open-backed bookcase which provided some privacy to the sleeping area and a single large window over the two angled sofas opened to a beautiful view of Seoul skyline.

The sight of the bed heated Taehyung's cheeks and suddenly he felt a little shy, previous confidence wavering a little.

JungKook nudged his shoulder with his own until Taehyung turned toward him.

"Hey." Was all he said before he placed his lips slowly on Taehyung's, gently pushing his shoulders until he bumped against the corridor wall with a little puff.

A slow, languid kiss relaxed Taehyung's body into JungKook's, easing his nerves.

Removing his lips but staying in body contact, JungKook spoke:

"I've been at work all day so I'm gonna have a shower. But please, make yourself at home. If you want a drink, there is some wine in the fridge I think, some food. Put some music on if you want, light some candles if you wanna go all out!" He winked, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes again. Wow. Was all that Taehyung could think when he looked at JungKook.

Taehyung filled two glasses of wine and a bowl of strawberries out of the fridge, stealing the biggest and juiciest one for himself, munching away at it while he was choosing some music to put on. Would jazz be too cheesy? Rock? Too loud. Pop? Too bouncy. Classical? Too serious. In the end he just gave up and decided to put on his favourite playlist on his phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker by the TV.

He liked the idea of the candles so he lit as many as he could find, dotting them about in the room and then he switched off the main light, immediately covering the room in a blanket of sensual warmth.

His last final thing was to steal the cushions and a blanket off the couch so he could settle down on the floor.

How romantic, Taehyung thought, a bit too pleased with himself.

Taehyung really should have been prepared, but he wasn't.

At all.

He was sitting on the floor, leisurely lounging, leaning back on his arms when the delicious, moist scents of the shower hit him.

JungKook walked in, a picture of perfection, still towelling his dripping wet hair, black tendrils hanging over his eyes and a towel wrapped low on his washboard of a stomach with acres and with acres of toned flesh covered in tattoos just begging to be touched.

"Fuck." Taehyung didn't think he'd said it out loud but JungKook's pleased reaction was enough to tell him that he had. He flicked the towel he had been using to dry his hair with away.

"Like what you see?" He teased, putting on an exaggerated voice directly from a cheap porn flick, waving his hand across his abs like a salesman, showcasing the defined contours, then turning around in a slow circle, practically tittering when lifting his arms to bulge his biceps, showing himself off like a bodybuilder, the muscles of his back rippling under the creamy skin, the curve of his muscular ass so clearly visible under the white towel.