Royal Ace Lounge

㉘Finally

  
Taehyung, sitting on a stool at the bar once he finished his chat with his fifth customer of the night, stalked Jungkook and the way Euntae groped him and kissed his neck.

The incremental aggravation dwelling in his eyes triggered a pattern of hard creases across his forehead, and his stomach burned as if tides of acid kept crashing into it. If he hated that sight only a little when he had started working there, he could swear he couldn’t bear looking at it now.

He knew he was jealous. And he also knew what it meant. He wanted Jungkook for himself. He wanted to be the only one who could touch him and pleasure him and kiss him. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

He wanted to have a relationship with him.

Taehyung stewed in a self-created mire of vexation, his composure already so fragile. And it snapped at once as Euntae pressed himself against him, and he was suddenly standing, propelled to his feet by a mixture of rage and revulsion that blinded his senses.

Despite his exertion to disguise his fuming state, he couldn’t drive the harshness from his countenance as he stood in front of them. “I have something to discuss with the boss. Can you leave, Euntae-yah?”

Euntae glanced at Jungkook with a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. “Sir?”

Jungkook battled with a thrilled smirk that craved to overtake his traits at the recognition of the poorly suppressed rage in Taehyung’s pretty face. He cleared his throat. “Let us talk, Euntae-yah.”

The consuming relief that descended upon Taehyung was like no other, and it staggered him. The fact that he felt so relieved and peaceful that no one else was touching Jungkook only ascertained his newfound realization.

He wanted Jungkook to be his and only his.

Jungkook crossed his leg over the other as he analyzed the impenetrable look meandering in his gaze. He was in his overthinking mode again, though Jungkook opted out of commenting on it. “What did you want to discuss?”

Taehyung blinked, regaining his full lucidity. “Um, nothing. I just wanted to shoo him away.”

“Why?”

“No reason. And now I have to go to the casino because I couldn’t earlier with the back-to-back clients I had.”

Jungkook spurted forward and clawed at his hand before he could take another step. “Taehyung. You can’t shoo my company away and then leave, too. At least entertain me a bit.”

Taehyung found a fair amount of logic in his words and sank down next to him, a devilish twinkle dancing up in his gaze right away. He tipped closer and nibbled at his earlobe as his hand cruised down his chest. “Why don’t we go to your office? We both know how this will play out.”

The vibration of Jungkook’s grunt rippled through his body, which already felt so hot, as if his skin was on fire. “Let’s go then.”

“Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook darted his view to the man who interrupted them, and a spate of frustration cartwheeled down his form because he knew. He was a client and wanted to talk to him. With little expectations that his suspicion was wrong, he forced a smile to his lips. “Yes?”