THE BOY NEXT DOOR (TAEKOOK LOVE STORY 18+)

Part 4

Suddenly the music turned up when the DJ clearly decided that the party was really going to start right now.

Taehyung could feel the music in his bones and he couldn't help but to move to the rhythm a little.

Reality always softened and nearly disappeared when Taehyung danced and right now he wanted it to disappear, he wanted it to disappear with the exception of this man in front of him.

"I'm going to go and dance, wanna come?" Taehyung leaned closer and shouted over the loud, pulsing music, confident that the man would say yes. He removed his jacket, revealing those tempting collarbones and showing off his shapely, naked arms.

"Nah, I'm good." When Taehyung leaned in to hear what he was saying, his familiar scent hit Jungkook so hard, he felt his stomach somersault repeatedly. Unable to speak for the intimacy of it and the blossoming memories emerging from the heat of it, Jungkook just shook his head when he realised he'd spoken too quietly for Taehyung to hear him.

Clearly disappointed with his answer, he hung his jacket over the back of a barstool and asked: "You staying for a bit?" his face lit up with hope.

It took a lot of effort for Jungkook to look away from all the deliciousness of the revealed flesh, but he did.

Helpless, Jungkook nodded because that was all he could do. He was unable to speak, unable to move like a rabbit in headlights, clearly bewitched by this ethereal being in front of him.

"Okey dokey, I'll see you in a bit." His winked and grazed his lip and all Jungkook could do was stare at the curve of his neck and the lushness of his ass when he walked away. He really should go back before this escalated.

He really should.

Jungkook wasn't sure what to think about the fact that there still existed such a strong pull between them -automatically they had found each other, gravitated toward each other and into the familiarity of each other, without Taehyung even knowing who he was.

Jungkook took a few steps closer to the dance floor because he was getting a bit uncomfortable standing next to so many bodies at the bar. That's what he told himself was the reason. He told himself that getting a better view of Taehyung on the dancefloor had nothing to do with his decision to move.

He leaned against the wall at the edge of the dance floor, in the shadows, and tried to look like he wasn't gawking at Taehyung.

Taehyung's moving shape looked like it was floating on a layer of smoke and as if by magic, his silver hair changed colours every time a bright coloured light hit him.

Jungkook wondered if Taehyung was aware of how incredibly sexy he looked completely lost in the music, his lips cracked open, eyes shut, face tilted to the skies, hips moving.

The slope of his long neck made him look so graceful, too graceful for a sweaty dancefloor and Jungkook had real trouble remembering who he was when he saw not only the collarbones but the newly revealed soft shoulder peeking out of the sliding top.

He remembered how smooth and soft Taehyung's skin had felt against his lips and as soon as he remembered that it was all he could think about.

He remembered how he tasted, how his body had felt against his, so soft and pliable, he remembered the heat he had felt in the pit of his stomach over Taehyung's grinding form.