Forbidden Love ➸ Taekook ✓

- Thirty-sixth -

I did it😭😭 I wrote this chapter!! Hope you will like it...

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The evening continued, and despite his initial shock, John had managed to integrate more or less well. He realised that Bangtan's reputation for being "unapproachable" was somewhat unfounded: Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok were relatively sociable and very open to discussion. Yoongi didn't really seem interested, but answered when asked questions. Jimin was kind of mysterious tho, seeming very approachable, but also sly. As for Taehyung and Jungkook... you could tell they were in their own world.

John swallowed. He was still struggling to decide whether what he'd seen was real, or an illusion his mind had created to explain Jungkook's constant rejections. Hyeri had assured him that the young man was single and that this loneliness was eating him. That wasn't the impression he'd had when he'd seen the two of them.

However, he hadn't found that normal at all. He didn't think the two of them belonged together at all. Taehyung was much older and had seemed so... authoritarian. The whole time they'd been playing, his arm had never left Jungkook's waist, holding him firmly against him, like some kind of hostage. And the few times Jungkook had managed to get out of his grasp, it was to get another drink, and he'd had to ask permission every time. It was so unhealthy, it made John nauseous. How had Jungkook ended up in such a toxic relationship? And why didn't anyone around them seem disturbed, not even his older brother? Couldn't he see that this wasn't what Jungkook needed?

"So you're established in Europe too?"

John was drawn out of his thoughts by Namjoon, who was looking at him with one of his sweet smiles. The two men were engaged in a conversation involving their work, since John's family was in pharmaceuticals, while the Kim company was looking to expand into new areas.

"Yes, mainly in England and Germany. We're currently in negotiations with French manufacturers..." John admitted.

The young man quickly looked around the room and noticed that two people were missing. He hadn't even noticed that Taehyung and Jungkook had slipped away. His eyes darkened. He didn't really like the two of them being alone together. He just had the feeling that Taehyung was going to take advantage of the poor boy. It was repulsive.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

John turned his attention back to him and smiled a little in response.

"No, no, not at all. I just want to go to the toilet..." he explained.

"If you go out, it's at the end of the corridor, on your right."

"Thanks."

John got up and left the room, following Namjoon's directions. But as he approached the famous door, something occurred to him: Taehyung and Jungkook had left, and they weren't apparently in the toilets. So where could they have gone? John suddenly felt a deep unease creep over him, and he knew he wouldn't get rid of it until he found them. He needed to know that Jungkook was safe. And as long as he was with Taehyung, he didn't think he would be.

So, as he turned and walked past the billiard room, where all the Bangtan members were engaged in lively, cheerful conversation, he made sure no one was concerned about his presence before slowly making his way towards the stairs leading to the ground floor. He climbed the stairs slowly, making himself as unobtrusive as possible and making sure he didn't make any noise. He passed discreetly from the living room into the kitchen, but saw no-one there. And as he listened, he heard voices coming from the first floor.

John took a deep breath. He didn't like what he was doing. It wasn't like him. Yet he couldn't help himself. He needed to know. To understand. To be sure. So, just as discreetly, he climbed the stairs to the first floor, one by one, holding his breath as the voices became clearer and clearer.

The floor was empty, but the voices were clear. John kept moving, like a feline, an assassin ready to commit a crime without being caught. The voices came from a door at the end of the corridor. It was slightly ajar, letting in a thin ray of light. John moved towards it, holding his breath. The door was just open enough to see inside.

John had never taken seriously the phrase his mother used to repeat to him when he was a little boy. Your curiosity will kill you. But today it made painful sense.

"I thought your office was a serious place, dedicated solely to work?" Jungkook asked teasingly as Taehyung pressed him against his secretary, burying his face in his neck and leaving a trail of hickeys.

"I've always wanted to fuck you on my desk."

Jungkook let out a small laugh, quickly stifled by the moan that escaped from his mouth as Taehyung sucked a little harder on his skin, sending violent electric shocks throughout his body. The man had his arms around his waist, and he tightened his grip when he felt Jungkook weaken under the pleasure.

They kissed for a long time, unaware that curious, shocked eyes were watching them from the shadows. Then Taehyung finally pulled away from the boy, staring at him with a fiery gaze, far from the composed one he'd had for the rest of the evening.

"You're a good boy, aren't you, baby?"

Jungkook's pupils dilated, as if he'd been waiting for those words all day, and he nodded softly. One of Taehyung's hands moved from his hips to take hold of one of the boy's frail, delicate hands, guiding it slowly to his crotch. Jungkook felt his body burn with desire as the man's erection settled perfectly under his palm.

"Take care of that for Hyungie..."

The two stared at each other for a moment, Jungkook's eyes raised to Taehyung's, a hint of innocence in his gaze. Then he nodded again, and Taehyung only had to take a step backwards for the teenager to straighten up, before kneeling on the ground, right in front of him.

John stiffened, eyes wide, as he saw Jungkook unbutton his trousers, Taehyung's member rising as the man ran a hand through the boy's hair, stroking it to encourage him, while occasionally tightening his grip on a few strands to spur him into action.

Jungkook stared at the member for a moment, both impressed and impatient. He'd only given Taehyung a few blowjobs, and the size of his cock was always far more impressive than when they made love. The sensation was really different. He loved it just as much.

"Look at me."

Jungkook complied, and he could see in Taehyung's eyes that the man was running out of patience. The teenager wasn't used to having so much power over him. He didn't seem to have realised yet that he had the upper hand all the time. He had Taehyung wrapped around his finger.

Keeping his gaze fixed on his hyung's, Jungkook took the hard member into his mouth, immediately feeling the salty liquid spread over his tongue.

I want more.

The boy wrapped his lips around his tips, and began to suck, swallowing a little more of the translucent liquid. Taehyung threw his head back, the pleasure sending violent electrical charges throughout his body.

It only took a few seconds for Jungkook to try and take the whole of his cock in his mouth, Taehyung helping him by pushing his head against his abdomen. His pleasure increased tenfold each time his cock sank a little deeper into the warm, wet cavity, squeezed between the walls of his throat.

"Go on, baby, swallow it all..." he sighed. "Prove to Hyungie that you're the best boy in the world..."

Jungkook opened his mouth wide, and finally managed to take it all, emitting a little groan of victory, which made the man's cock twitch, causing him to grunt with pleasure.

Taehyung gave a small smile, which deepened when he heard a really faint sound in the corridor.

"Ah, now the real party begins."