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Facts are facts.
And the fact was, the root of Jungkook's little problem already had grown too intense to ignore.
Although the event was entertaining and Jungkook hoped the fans would have fun as well, he eagerly counted down the seconds till the end.
When it finally winded down and he walked out of the room after Jimin, the self-control he'd somehow tried to maintain shattered. His heart rate spiked as he shoved the drinking cup with coffee he was holding into Jin's hands, and with a brief excuse, he ran through the hallway toward the men's restroom.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do with his problem.
"Yah, Kim Taehyung!" Jin snapped his gaze in Taehyung's direction as the naughty tiger left the room. "What the hell did you do the whole event?"
"Did what?" Taehyung questioned, intentionally maintaining the oh-so-innocent expression. "I have no idea what you're talking about, hyung."
"Innocent on the outside, wicked on the inside," Jimin remarked.
"A spot-on true." Hoseok agreed.
"All of us could sense the sensual vibes between you and Jungkook." Seokjin continued, his face as annoyed as the tone of his voice. "I'd be amazed if the fans watching the video later wouldn't catch sight of that."
"But hyung, the toughest part was to stop this beast from messing around." Jimin turned up the volume on his complaints and pointed a finger at Taehyung. "He just fucking ignored me until I implied it out loud."
Rolling his eyes at him, Taehyung glanced at Jin. "Hyung, where did Jungkook go?"
Jin huffed out a sigh. "To the restroom."
In a second, a dash of excitement burst through Taehyung. He flicked his tongue along his lips, then utterly muted the continuation of Jimin's and Hoseok's grumbles and started heading toward the men's restroom.
"Yah, go easy on him, you asshole!" Hoseok yelled after him.
The corners of Taehyung's mouth turned in a slow, predatory grin. Certainly, he will go easy on Jungkook.
But only a little.
A surreal adrenaline surged through his veins as he turned the corner at the end of the corridor and swung the door of the men's restroom open.
Yet the current sight of calmed down Jungkook rinsing his hands in one of the sinks was far from the fantasy of insanely aroused Jungkook waiting for him with a rigid boner in his jeans that his mind had created.
Taehyung's brows knotted in a frown before he locked the door behind himself. "Did you jerk off, Jungkook-ah?"
Right after Jungkook heard Taehyung's deep voice echoing in the silence, he froze and slowly raised his head to meet Taehyung's intense stare in the mirror.
The question—the bloody hell cunning question—made his heart catch in his throat and a shiver of sparks ran down his spine.
He wanted to answer. Wanted to move.
Instead, he just gawked at Taehyung, his expression full of lust that clawed at him yet again.
"Answer me, Jungkookie. Did you get off?" Taehyung echoed as he came behind him, pressing his whole body against Jungkook's, and wrapped his arms around his waist. Afterward, he kissed the back of his neck, feeling him quiver under the gentle contact.
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