Royal Ace Lounge

⑮I Can't Stop You

  
A few days flowed by, and Jungkook felt like he could easily go up in flames at any moment.

He had taken the whole abstention from sex thing too seriously. He hadn’t cum for five days, and everything made him hard now. Especially Taehyung.

Every time the stunning man strolled into the line of his vision, a deluge of flashbacks paraded across his mind — the sight of Taehyung’s heavenly hole, his debauched mouth on his body, his throat around his cockhead, the warmth and tightness of his hole around him.

Jungkook rationalized the unholy thoughts by his pent-up, wild hormones. There wasn’t another explanation.

And by the time Saturday came around and Jungkook’s cock jolted just by tracking Taehyung’s round ass as he strutted past his table, he was done.

He swigged another shot of whiskey and stormed towards the counter, where Namjoon was sitting. He snatched the tablet from his hold and set it aside. “I took your advice, I tried it, I didn’t cum for five days, and I’m here to tell you I’ll stop now.”

Namjoon, taken aback by his unexpected appearance, just stared at him. He shook his head with the mild chortle that popped out of him. “You were doing so well until now.”

“No, I was in torture. Everything makes me hard. I can’t do this. I feel too many things now that I don’t have sex every day.”

Namjoon smiled knowingly to himself. “So it worked.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side in bemusement. His eyes rolled in a circle of cerebration and lunged to him when realization sank in. “That was how I could control myself that well. With everyday sex.”

“Exactly. You use sex as a means to not feel anything else. It’s not a bad thing to feel, Jungkook. Stop doing that to yourself.”

“Well, right now I feel. Like I’ll burst.”

Namjoon chuckled. “I achieved what I wanted. I made you realize what you were doing. Now you can do whatever you want.”

Jungkook mirrored his little smile absently. “Thanks. You always have my back.”

“That’s why I’m your hyung.” Namjoon gave two pats on his shoulder with his pointed remark.

A soft vibration of a huff dripped from Jungkook’s mouth. “You want me to call you hyung so bad, huh?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “We all do.”

“Maybe someday.” Jungkook twisted around after his vague response.

“It’s been three years, you brat!”

An amused smile cut across Jungkook’s face as he resumed strolling away. His insouciant eyes flew over the people sitting at the long counter and retraced their way to the scene of Taehyung and Kanjin sitting together, talking closely.

An instant sharpness crawled into the muscles of his face that eradicated any glimmer of luminance it previously carried. With several assertive strides of his sturdy legs, he reached the other end of the counter and halted behind them. “Are my rules a joke to you?”

While Kanjin didn’t react in any way to the sudden, austere voice that interrupted them, Taehyung jounced, almost falling over the stool. He collected himself swiftly and turned to look at the boss with his heartbeat still thudding in his ears. “It’s my fault. Sorry, sir.”