Jungkook heard three quick knocks pulling his focus away from the document he was scanning, towards Taehyung who was now standing just in front of the door. He clasped his hands, hesitating to lock eyes. Jungkook tilted his head at an angle, a slight amusement lingering on his face and waited. He narrowed his eyes as Taehyung found deep interest in the floor.
After a few more seconds, he leaned closer resting his chin on his hand, watching him intently. “Taehyung?”
Taehyung let out a loud huff before straightening his stand, a new confidence radiating from him. The exaggerated confidence lasted only a few moments before he opened his mouth and muttered only one word. “Hi.”
He lingered around the door, touching the ornaments on the bookcase beside it.
“What are you doing over there?”
He froze from dusting the already spotless shelf as he swivelled around, “I was just walking past and I didn’t have anything to do so I thought-” he lifted his hands and then shrugged his shoulders, “I thought I would come see you.”
Jungkook stared dreamily ahead, taking all of him in, memorising every small mannerism he was showing. The small head tilt, the way his mouth settles in a thin line when his thoughts dug deeper than it should, the heaviness he puts on one foot when he feels uncomfortable. Jungkook has it all recorded.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need a reason to see me, you can come to me whenever your heart desires.”
“You’re not going to tell me to leave or to forget about what happened.”
Jungkook grimaced as his eyes fell down. He felt guilt. His chest tightened before he let it out and once again calmed himself down. Self-destructions wouldn’t do much for Taehyung right now, so he would swallow it down. No more running away.
Instead of answering, he strided confidently to him, one hand shoved in his pocket as he made his way. “I’m going to taste you, stop me if you don’t want me to.”
Chest to chest, he held on to his cheek, pulling him closer. He closed the gap only leaving a breath between their lips. “Tell me, say no, we're in no rush, I'll wait forever for you.”
Taehyung shook his head, before crashing his lips to Jungkook, he bit his bottom lip and pulled away earning himself a moan. His skin was tingling, the taste of Jungkook's tongue on his own. He reached out and pushed Jungkook's hand down, guiding him to his ass, squeezing his hand to give him the friction he needed. Taehyung let out a groan. Frustrations led him to where he was, the constant thoughts about the other, how far he was for so long. He didn’t realise the desperation until he got just a glimpse of what he could have had all these weeks.
From the moan, Jungkook had a chance to breathe, not wasting any more second he lowered down to his neck, and gently bit into it, enough to leave a mark. Taehyung held on to him as his breath got knocked out. Jungkook ever so softly sucked on it leaving open-mouthed kisses on the art that he had done.
Taehyung's trembling hands began to unbutton Jungkook's shirt, before he could reach to the second, Jungkook stopped him. “Not here,” he breathed against his neck. Voice hoarse, affecting Taehyung more. He had made him like this. Jungkook held on to his hands and gently kissed him again. “Believe me there's nothing more I want right now, than to take you apart, make you moan my name, but you deserve much more than this, not with the cameras on in the corner of my cold office.”
Taehyung whined letting go, he held on to gather his senses before nodding. “That’s fine, but if you’re holding back because you think I’m not ready, then you’re wrong.”
Jungkook let out a laugh, he held on to his cheeks once again and kissed him hard. “I know, I can clearly see.”
Taehyung blushed, hiding his face by lowering it on the floor.
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