✓ Just One Night (Taekook; Completed)

Chapter Three

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Jungkook was screwed as fuck.

And his action earlier had only proved it.

Suggesting a one-night stand to a customer was not new to him – he, after all, had suggested it to numerous women before. But inviting someone to his apartment and even being willing to spread his legs wasn't something he would normally do.

In his best defense, though, he was curious if Taehyung was as good as he claimed himself to be. Nevertheless, if the sex ended up horrible or if Taehyung's cock would be too small to satisfy his own needs, then he would at least have the invitation to fuck him as he originally wanted.

Which—oh hell—he still wanted to do it.

"Holy... shit." Taehyung breathed as they kicked off the shoes and headed to the expansive living room flowing directly into the open kitchen. "It's twice the size of my place in Gangnam."

The entire area was warm and cozy, the combination of dark wood floors, ash-grey wallpaper, and modern furnishings displayed Jungkook's refined wealth. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a stunning outlook of Han River and Gangnam's skylines, the lights shimmering in the distance like a sea of stars.

Smiling, Jungkook tossed the keys on the marble-topped kitchen island before leaning against it and gripping its edge. With his eyes fixed on Taehyung staring out the window, he grabbed the chance to check him out again.

Out of the blue, his heart skipped a beat.

Undoubtedly, Taehyung was too tempting to be resisted; breathlessly handsome face, deep dark eyes, and luscious soft-looking lips. Clearly, he could turn anyone—including Jungkook—on with just a glance.

A violent surge of arousal clawed its way up through Jungkook's brain, his cock pulsing behind the thin fabric of his jeans. Damn, he craved Taehyung to shove his length in him right away, drive him crazy, and make heated pleasure ripple through him.

He darted his tongue out to wet his dry lips.

Self-control.

He needed to use it.

"How much do you actually earn?" Taehyung turned to Jungkook, holding his hazed gaze, and made his way toward him, his stride loose and easy, yet completely predatory.

"A plenty of money." Jungkook grinned, smugly. "The average person with a college degree will never earn as much as I do... All I need to do is to perform twice a month."

"So I assume you are everyone's number one." Taehyung leaned closer to him—so close that the tips of their noses touched—and placed his palms on his hands, trapping him in place.

Tingles raced along Jungkook's spine. His heart rate rose, its frantic pace sending a crazy rush of adrenaline through his system. Taehyung's piercing stare was awfully intense he was immersed in it, and the touch of his warm breath made goose bumps sweep across his skin.

Swallowing heavily, Jungkook nodded. "Yeah. I'm good at what I am doing." Unable to fight back a cocky smirk, he added, "Eventually, you should know by now that if I wanted you to fall to your knees, you would be kneeling already."

"Really?" An inkle of amusement warmed Taehyung's voice as he pressed against him more. "And how old are you, Jungkookie?"

"Twenty-six." Jungkook breathlessly muttered as a ratcheting urge to kiss Taehyung fueled his mind.

Taehyung grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight. "I'm twenty-eight." He tilted Jungkook's chin up to press a soft kiss on it. "Therefore you should use honorifics, bunny."