King of Fashion ||KTH.JJK|| ✔️

1-|Dress of Confession|-5

"Pick up your feet darling. We're at the dressing rooms, specifically this one made for you." Vante turned the knob and opened the door exposing the room for Jungkook to take his steps in.

The older male closed the door behind them and locked it. Smiling and gazing upon the young male who turned around, giving a serious reaction to what will happen next.

"Now what-" before Jungkook could finish his words, Vante stepped closer so their faces where their breaths could mix. Jungkook decided to take a step back while the other held onto the shirt in a grip. "Not yet. Come with me." he let go of the shirt and quickly headed to the closet where there were outfits to change into more his style.

"Time to play dress up for me as I might as well confess to you on our pretty Taehyung." holding up a white button-up shirt and sleek black pants, adding a belt to it, he ordered how to dress the shirt to keep it unbuttoned.

Belt stays with Vante for other things.

Black pants on like normal. Jungkook rolled his eyes and quickly changed to what was ordered.

Vante couldn't help but watch. He knew it was rude of him but admiring such a build of a body piqued his interest.

How Taehyung got so lucky but he's not with them in the room. "Well now, why you look ravishing." he found every detail of Jungkook fascinating and wondered how everything would when the belt tied and buckled around his hands.

"Now, ah yes, Taehyung lived a poor life and couldn't even bear to show himself to you. All in the past as he suffered with the new job of scrubbing the restroom floors."

Vante sighed and eyes glanced at the abs of the young male. He sat voluntarily on the thighs. "That's when I watched our Taehyung get creative with the window display."

Jungkook couldn't believe he was hearing this from Taehyung's side of everything of these words, being spoken. "So, he didn't have everything except his mom that ended my mom. However, his dream for fashion still grew."

Vante grinned, "Precisely darling," his hand cupping and squishing the other's cheeks on the face, "after that night that was full of red. Taehyung's feelings were shut and never to be seen again. Until he saw you." letting go of the young male's face.

Adjusting himself facing his body toward the exposed torso. Leaning in, whispering in a deep tone, "While you were trying to gain his heart, I pushed him to gain your attention to know who he was. Surpassing you what fashion was..." pulled his head back locking eyes with the young male.

Pushing a few strands of black hair away from those furrowed eyes, "however, that date you two went on made him feel confused, and that kiss, darling Mr. Jeon, stirred something for me to take over. He couldn't do the one thing for me and you."

Vante examined such a handsome face and placed his index and middle finger between the other's brows. "Don't frown at me darling." in a demanding tone that Jungkook followed, taking a deep breath. Taking in all this information.

In a low serious tone, eyes glaring at those evil eyes that used to be full of life. "From all this talking...you're really stupid that you can take over Taehyung that easily." a teasing smirk caught the two-tone male off guard when the tied arm raised up and over his body.

Closing in the gap.

"You're just only a small part of him. The ego of his is cute, but seeing as himself is cuter."

Jungkook adjusted himself on the seat spreading his legs apart slightly. Leaving the older male stuck with his thighs more. Giving Vante's body a reaction that led to bright-tinted pink cheeks, and eyes widening of surprise.

Spoke out of trembling words, "What are you doing? I shouldn't be aroused by you!"

Jungkook let out a scoff with a grin, "Did you forget that the body you have is the one I'm crushing on? Poor Vante."

Vante couldn't believe what he was hearing. Poor him? Unlikely.

Moving away wasn't going to work at all. Being held by the tied-belted young male just smirking his way through this moment. He knew he could get Taehyung back and Vante to leave the designer's mind. "Taehyung if you could hear me. I want to thank you...for making me feel alive after what happened to our pasts. Being able to see the light when you came alone."

This made the older male feel frustrated and irritated about how Jungkook could just thank Taehyung when he was not here in the first place mentally. "I told you, he's not with us."

"I say he is."

Therefore, both of them readjusted so that Jungkook could grab the lower part of the toned body to the waist. Pulling that area towards his lower abs. Making their faces only an inch away. "Listen here Vante, you better say your last words before these lips smash against those pretty ones of his."

Jungkook should see how red those cheeks were and how this tension was making things harder to control when Vante was moving away to escape. "I suggest you don't do that or things will get messier."

"You don't tell me what to do!"

Jungkook lowered his eyes with a small tilt to the head. The voice softened and lowered in monotone, "Too bad."

Pulling his tied hands up the body of Vante stopping at the neck. From little head motion, lips gently clashed together. Leaving Jungkook at work to show that he's alright and has nothing to fear. The soft touches of their lips melting and hot breath seeping out when they both couldn't resist.

Yes, both.

Vante couldn't resist as he felt a blood rush reaction to the both and his mind erased to blank. This much emotion and passion overwhelmed him. Never in his life that he and Taehyung could get this young man, that was his designer boss.

No.

It was more than that.

A needle that finally threaded after many attempts to gain attention from sewing and show-stopping moments.

Particularly, this moment was unusual since Vante had only watched as Taehyung did everything. Ever since he was a child. At the time of now, it was like a patch was being sewn to another and another with kissing Jungkook.

Feeling whole with the darkness clouding them was no more.

Slowly pulling away, with a single strand of saliva connected from their bottom lips. Broken when the young black-haired male licked his lips with those dark eyes. As the other was catching his breath. "Vante, I know you've been in Taehyung's shadow in his thoughts as his ego. We all have one."

"I know." Vante's tone of voice sounded tired with a sense of what just happened from those warm sensations on his face. "I was doing this for him but, I don't get anything at all being Vante De Vil. The greatest fashion designer."

"Who cares about that right now. I'm still not letting you go until I get Taehyung back or do I have to keep you on my lap, making you do things I could do with him?"

Vante couldn't say a word after what was being said. "I..."

"I what?" Jungkook couldn't wait any longer as his lips were itching to kiss that face. His lips gently grazed against the jawline as the two-tone-haired male gulped feeling tongue on his jaw. "I want to be loved."

Jungkook lifted a brow of the ego wanting love. "You want love you say?"

"Yes, I do."

"An ego like you shouldn't be hogging my love for this body. This beautiful body belongs to Taehyung."

Silence took over them as Jungkook kissed the jaw and down to the neck that had part of it exposed. Shivers went up the mine as heat was forming again in the body. "I want to go back where everything began."

"We can make that happen."

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So...
this was a random way of doing it...
I think my brain is like let's
throw something here.
I'm trying to keep this interesting as possible to the end
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