𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙤 | Taekook

mental battles

"I want to 'hire' him", the man had a glint of mischievousness in his eyes but jungkook couldn't point it out if it was true what he saw or was it just jealousy fooling around with his mind.

He couldn't accept or deny the offer. He was in no position to take such decisions. It was Taehyung's call afterall. Though somewhere down the corner of his mind, this Park Bogum guy didn't feel like he just wanted to 'hire' Taehyung. He seemed like something more was going on in his mind. Jungkook's Virgo instincts were really strong. Though he didn't have proof to validate his point so...What would jungkook do? Well he would surely let the blue hair deal with his opportunities on his own and decide for himself. He wasn't going to interfere. Moreover a single meeting wasn't enough to judge somebody, right?

He was zoning out but was soon snapped out of his thoughts when a loud and clear voice rang in his ears.

"And I would like to deny that offer Mr. Park", it was the said blue hair standing in his casual sweats and shirt. Arms folded in front of his chest. Looking as if he just showered. His half dried hair sticking to his forehead. He walked up to Jungkook and Bogum, facing the man he addressed. "I appreciate that you're interested in hiring me for your gig or whatever but I am not interested. That's what I said in the party last night, right? Wasn't my answer enough for you? Better don't stalk my boyfriend, asking him to convince me"

Did this dude reach out to Taehyung at the party? What?

The blue hair now looked at jungkook,gaze softening in an instant, he took the towel that was laying on the handle of the nearby machine and came closer to jungkook. Making a thick pad of the towel he patted the material on the ravenette's dripping sweat. On the cheeks, to the forhead and then on the neck. That's when his eyes fell on the now puple mark and a blush adorned his cheeks. The elder was completely unbothered by the outsider still gawking at them. He continued to wipe the sweat on the younger's neck who was stupidly just staring back at him. Unblinking. As if Tae would disappear if he did. The ravenette's possessive yet fond gaze on him made his heart flutter. He caressed the purple mark with his fingers softly, leaned and was about to plant a kiss when the ravenette flinched. The elder looked at him in confusion and the younger gave him a guilty look. He murmured a small 'I smell Tae'. The elder chuckled at that and whispered back, "I told you, you look sexy when sweaty"

But the ravenette whispered again, "but we still have audience watching us", while looking at the stupid bogum guy. And the elder pecked his lips and whispered back, "I don't give a fuck, bambi", and true to his words the blue hair leaned towards the said mark and kissed it. The sensation made jungkook's butterflies go gaga. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. The elder's kisses were one of a kind. They made his mind go numb. Unable to frame any coherent sentence.

Seeing that nothing could make the couple notice his attention at the moment, Park Bogum decided to leave. But he would return. When the time would be right. He turned around before leaving and for fleeting second his gaze met the blue hair's. But he quickly whipped his eyes away and left.

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The ravenette took a shower as soon as they were in the room. Meanwhile Taehyung waited on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Wondering back to Hania's words. What did she mean by all that rubbish she said? Was he believing her? Absolutely not! He wasn't going to judge jungkook based on what somebody, who didn't even matter in the first place, said about him. He nodded, to nobody.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he heard the door knob turn. He wasn't expecting to be left breathless by what was about to unveil in front of him.

The ravenette walked out wearing a white oversized tshirt and shorts, tshirt hanging around the neck and exposing his collarbone a bit. Droplets dripping down. He was rubbing his towel in his black locks. And Taehyung looked at him like he was stupefied. He wanted to ravish him head to toe, kiss his every inch of pale white skin, appreciate his beauty beyond words, and those collarbones, holy fuck! Those collarbones were fucking sinful. The elder wanted to rip his clothes----