A Royal Mess || Taejin

Chapter 12

When Seokjin did not find Taehyung in his chamber at midnight, he felt panicked. He thought maybe the prince had reconsidered having some intimate time with him and was intentionally avoiding him to convey the message. There were so many possibilities why Taehyung might reconsidered. Perhaps he was not ready to have that level of intimate physical contact yet or perhaps his arousal had died down so to ignore the awkward situation, he was somewhere else. Perhaps Taehyung found it strange to get cozy with a man and a man like Seokjin so he wasn't there. Or maybe Jisoo had found out about their relationship and was confronting the prince right at that moment (despite the timing being odd).

Seokjin was so lost in his little world of made up worst case scenarios that he had forgotten that Taehyung's room had an attached bathroom to it. He failed to see the light peeking from door the door of the bathroom until Taehyung had barged from inside it and Seokjin jumped at the sudden bright lighting that came from the several torchlights in the bathroom.

The prince of Gyeongsong blinked his eyes for some time to focus onto the man that remained illuminated infront of him.

When his vision finally cleared, his eyes were blessed with the unearthly image of Taehyung wearing a very thin rode that stuck onto each and every curve of his body. His chest was mostly exposed and Seokjin couldn't help but drool at how it's glistened with the remnants of water. His hair was wet and pushed back, revealing his forehead and making him look a thousand times more handsome than he already was. On top of all that, he had started to move towards Seokjin in long but slow strides with a look on his face that made Seokjin want to lie down on the bed like a good boy and spread his legs.

But he wanted to hear it from Taehyung so he remained still, his back residing against the cold doors of Taehyung's chambers.

"You seem. . .intimidated, Seokjin," Taehyung whispered, his hot breath fanning against Seokjin's neck. His hands had found their ways to Seokjin's waist and we're holding the latter firm.

"Weren't your intentions to intimidate me?" Seokjin fired back, a finger running up and down the middle of Taehyung's chest, very slowly in a teasing manner.

"I won't lie to you by saying no, but I thought you would try to intimidate me by the way you were. . .touching me during dinnertime." Taehyung said, each word laced with lust.

"Maybe I got scared," Seokjin murmured, looking away from Taehyung's eyes. He was scared when he couldn't find Taehyung.

"Because I wasn't here when you came in?"

Seokjin nodded.

"My Prince," Taehyung tilted his head to meet Seokjin's eyes. "I wouldn't dare leave you like that. Not now, not ever."

Not now, not ever.

Damn Taehyung and his smooth words for having such an unhealthy effect of Seokjin's heart.

Seokjin couldn't think of a proper reply so he kissed the man infront of him with such passion and vigour that he surprised himself. Had he always felt such need for Taehyung?

Taehyung wasted no time in mimicking Seokjin's gesture. Their mouths moved against the other's in a rhythm that only they knew, a rhythm that they wouldn't share with anyone in this world. Their fingers did not remain still either as they begin to explore each other's body and doing things that would elicit a moan from them both.

Seokjin felt his thigh being lifted and set on Taehyung's hip to bring their bodies closer. Taehyung rubbed his hand against Seokjin's other thigh, as if asking to latch onto him. Seokjin, being highly aroused, did so and Taehyung immediately secured his arms around Seokjin in a way that he could carry the male to the bed.