Dirty Charades (TAEKOOK) COMPLETE {18+} TopKook

Chapter 2

There is more snow, the further North they travel. Sitting at the front of the bus, staring at the scenery in front of him, Taehyung would rather be anywhere else in the world than sitting in a coach full of cheerful employees, heading for a long weekend of mental and physical torture.

He loves his job – after all, he loved it enough to marry because of it – but right now, his head aches from too much noise and he'd much rather be alone, reading a book with a nice cup of herbal tea. His finger runs under the turtle neck that suddenly feels too tight and too high, wishing he were at home instead.

As a general rule, he has noticed over the years that being overly friendly with people leads to bad business, it makes it more difficult to maintain formal work relations. Yet, no matter how much he cultivates a reputation of ruthlessness, he always fails, it seems. There are always employees that are happy to see him, and talk to him, no matter how much he tries to stay distant.

Apparently, not even a moving bus puts people off enough to stop them from pestering him continuously, no matter how much he tries to ignore them. It's exhausting.

After several hours of torture, the bus finally arrives at Muju Deogyusan Ski Resort. Taehyung is rubbing at the persistent kink of tension at the base of his neck when the bus stops with a squeak and the doors hiss open.

A man, a glorious, delightful man steps inside with a breath of fresh air. The dark, large eyes under the messy bangs are bright and sparkly, his hair is long enough that it spills over the collar of his white, puffy jacket. Despite the thick, all-white clothing, it's obvious he carries himself with grace and strength. Ohlord.

The warm smile kicks all air out of Taehyung's lungs, he has to remind himself that he is a married man – at least on paper – with a reputation to uphold and a life to protect. But woah...

He fixes a polite smile on his face and prepares to listen, trying to ignore the tattooed hand resting on the metal railing right in front of him. Easier said than done when the dark eyes sparkle and linger long enough that Taehyung has to look away for fear of being lost in them.

"Hi everyone! I'm Jungkook, or you can call me JK, whichever you prefer," he smiles. "I'm one of your co-ordinators for your long weekend, so be ready to get to know me realllly well!" It's impossible to look away when, right on the last words, the dark eyes turn to Taehyung and it feels like he's speaking directly to him, only to him.

A forbidden warmth tingles somewhere in the quiet depths inside and, suddenly, it's difficult to breathe.

Taehyung zones out, lost in the soft, melodic voice when Jungkook outlines the plan for their stay, something about shared accommodation, going straight to the slopes... but his daydreams are rudely interrupted.

"Am I boring you already... Mr Kim, I presume?" Quiet titters fill the bus, no one dares to laugh out loud.

"Not at all... please, call me Taehyung." He can't stop the red he can feel rising up his collar. He instantly regrets offering his hand, the strength in the grip gives him too much to think about when the touch lingers, sending waves of cool travelling up and down his limbs ... the interest is oh-so-obviously mutual.

This is bad, so very, very bad.

The picture of perfection turns back to the rest of his audience but Taehyung's hand still burns from the smooth touch.

"We're doing things slightly differently at the moment because we have some avalanche warnings in place – don't worry, it's in a completely different part of the resort which is currently closed. The bus is going to take your things to the hut a little later – which has been stocked up and is all ready for your group culinary delights... by the way, I'm sure you're all looking forward to cooking together," he grins and Taehyung is sure he can hear some cooing from the back of the bus. "In the meantime, we're going to get you guys kitted up for the slopes."