✓ Just One Night (Taekook; Completed)

Chapter Five

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Drinking was usually the best way to go when a man was damn screwed. Well, even if it wasn't smart, alcohol worked for many things.

Sometimes.

This time, however, Jungkook wasn't screwed. In fact, he had a perfect plan. There was just one problem.

And because of that he suggested Kihyun and Wonho to have lunch at the club's world-class restaurant. Although the place wasn't crowded and bustled with the swarm of conversations during the noon hours, he still decided to reserve a private dining room, considering he had it for free.

After all, he was Jeon-fucking-Jungkook, the hottest male stripper with the body of a God and the mouth of a naughty angel.

Unlike the main dining area where daylight flooded in through floor-to-ceiling windows, the exclusive private lounge provided a warm and cozy feeling due to cherry-red dim lights that enveloped the entire space and flawlessly complemented with a honey-hued hardwood circular table, a leather couch and chairs, dark marble panels on the walls, and dark-wood flooring.

A heavy sigh escaped from between Jungkook's lips as he leaned back on the couch and nudged at a slice of roasted beef in his bowl with the chopsticks. "I have a problem." He announced.

"And when don't you have a problem?" Kihyun remarked, stretching his hand to take a spoonful of tteokbokki from the plate settled in the center of the table.

"This is a fucking serious one, hyung." Jungkook frowned at his best friend, annoyance bubbling up inside him in a flash.

Wonho, who was sitting opposite them, flashed him a grin. "So what is the problem?"

"Give it to us in twenty seconds," Kihyun added while chewing on the food.

Shifting in his seat, Jungkook set the chopsticks into the bowl, rested his elbows on the table, and put his chin in his hands. "Last week, when Taehyung-hyung took me out on our first date—"

"—you discovered he is a singer and songwriter." Kihyun cut him off and pointed the chopsticks at him. "Yeah, you already told us. Still, I'm surprised you didn't recognize Kim Taehyung at first glance." He shook his head, a smirk slowly tugging on his lips. "I understand you didn't know about Hyungwon, but Kim Taehyung? He wrote history. I think there's even a saying like, if you don't know Kim Taehyung, you're not a Korean."

Jungkook wanted to smack him.

Seriously.

It was actually worth pondering why Kihyun was his best friend at all.

"Sometimes you're a giant pain in the ass, hyung." Jungkook shot back at him, and before Kihyun could grumble, he continued, "The problem is, I want to make things official between us, though it's still too soon." He paused. "Fuck, there's something between us I have never felt with anyone. It's beyond a mind-blowing one-night stand. I just don't want us to become a couple when I'm a stripper."

"I understand you completely." Wonho nodded. "I also considered quitting when I got together with Hyungwonie. After all, giving up on such a dashingly hot guy because of stripping would be a big mistake." He grinned.

Kihyun snorted.

"You just don't have a taste, Kihyun-ah."

"No, I have better taste." Kihyun's lips twitched into a smirk. "If anything, Kim Taehyung is my ideal type."

Jungkook immediately fired a quick, hearted glare at him. "He's mine, hyung!"

In a second, Kihyun and Wonho wolf-whistled simultaneously.