Lover man (Oh, where can you be)

14

Jeongguk expected it, of course. From the first day they had both spoken, Taehyung whenever had a chance looked at the ring on his left hand with great curiosity and care. "Well, there's not much to say, really," he unconsciously touches the jewel on his finger. "It was an arranged marriage and neither of us loves the other." He ends up shrugging and crossing his feet under the table. The artist raises his eyebrows on his forehead. "Wow, that sounds sad." "It is." Jeongguk says condescending. He doesn’t like to talk about Alice, he loves her very much—but to a certain extent, he resents her unintentionally, not for herself as a person but then again for what she implies. Not being free. "I'm sorry," Taehyung adds after the longest time, looking under his eyelashes. Jeongguk peeps at him with interest, watching closely as the other begins to remove his jacket slowly. The act allows him to notice his naked arms, chest and torso under the translucent shirt. Jeongguk swallows loudly. "Although, I must admit that to some extent it also relieves me," Jeongguk, still attentive to Taehyung's gestures, arches one eyebrow weakly. "Relieves you?" The young artist crosses his fingers and comments softly, while nodding. "I’m relieved to know there isn’t a genuine connection between the two of you, especially because my mind is full of dirty thoughts about you," he boldly recognizes. Jeongguk falls silent immediately and swallows loudly, not believing what he hears. Taehyung is much more daring to recognize what he feels compared to what Jeongguk will never be in his life. The younger laughs, knowing what it causes inside him. "Really?" Jeongguk’s voice sounds weak, brittle, even. Taehyung nods once and winks. Then, he raises one of his hands and calls one of the waiters, addressing the last words to Jeongguk. "Can we ask for the account? I should’ve been at the Maison like thirty minutes ago," And unconsciously, Jeongguk nods slowly at him, not yet falling in the implications of the last exchange.From that day on, everything changed between them. Taehyung came closer to him, touched him subtly on his arm or chest every time he had a chance, stared at him for longer than what considered appropriate, and the conversations at the rooftop had multiplied in the last two months. Jeongguk must recognize how much he waited for those moments, especially for that tense, nervous and full of chemistry dance between them. Now, Jeongguk is arriving at the Maison—it's Friday and tomorrow he doesn’t work, which he deeply appreciates, when he feels an arm pull him out of his way, throwing him to the side. The lights are dark and gloomy, his heart is racing maximally, thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could occur. However, in the insecurity of the moment there’s something that he recognizes—the perfume, the smell of someone he knows.