Virgin And The Hooker | Tk✓

Chapter 4 : Dirty desire

Jungkook, feeling the rush of it all, placed a gentle hand on Taehyung's chest, trying to set a boundary.

"It's late... you should go home." he whispered, though his voice betrayed how much he didn't want to say those words.

Taehyung's heart sank. He nodded, his head hanging low. "You're right." he murmured, turning to walk away, each step feeling heavier than the last.

As soon as Jungkook shut the door behind him, he collapsed against it, holding his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. His heart felt like it was shattering with every beat. The silence was suffocating, and before he could stop himself, he threw open the door and ran after Taehyung.

He found Taehyung slowly descending the staircase, his form hunched, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Without a second thought, Jungkook sprinted down the steps and threw his arms around Taehyung from behind, holding him tightly. Taehyung froze, his eyes closing in pain and relief at the familiar embrace.

"I love your company, Officer," Jungkook whispered, his voice breaking. "You're the only one who's ever seen me... not judged me for who I am. I would've loved to see where this could go if I wasn't... this."

Taehyung turned around quickly, pulling Jungkook into his arms, his hands gently running through the younger man's hair. "Shhh... Jungkook, it's okay. You're not a label to me. You're just... Jungkook. That's all I care about."

Jungkook shook his head, tears spilling from his eyes. "No, Tae... people will always see me as nothing more than a hooker. I don't want you to have to go through that, to hear the things they'll say. You deserve better."

Taehyung cupped Jungkook's face, gently wiping away his tears with his thumbs, his heart aching with a glimmer of hope. "Jungkook, I'm not ashamed to be with you. I want to move this forward. I want to know you -all of you."

Jungkook shook his head, his voice trembling. "No, Taehyung-ssi, I can't... You're a police officer. People will talk. They'll make fun of us-of you..."

Taehyung leaned in, resting his forehead against Jungkook's, his voice breaking as he whispered, "I'll beat every one of them up if I have to, even if it takes thousands."

A soft smile broke through Jungkook's tears as he looked up, his eyes glistening. "I'm not ready... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to break your heart any more than I already have."

Taehyung's heart sank, the weight of Jungkook's words hitting him hard. He lowered his gaze, swallowing back his own tears. "I respect your decision, Jungkook."

He rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder for a brief moment, feeling the soft Koo's sweater, the comfort of being close. After a deep breath, Taehyung pulled away, collecting himself. "Shall I go, Jungkook-ssi?"

Jungkook nodded slowly, his heart heavy. "Okay..."

They both stood there in silence, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Their eyes met again, lingering on each other's lips, the tension between them undeniable. Even though their words said one thing, their bodies were betraying them.

Before they could stop themselves, they found their way into each other's arms, lips crashing together as if time had stood still. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist, holding him tight as if afraid to let go. Jungkook's hands clung to Taehyung's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Taehyung's heart raced as he lifted Jungkook effortlessly, his legs wrapping around Taehyung's waist as they stumbled back toward Jungkook's apartment, their lips never parting. The door clicked shut behind them, and soon, their clothes fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Pressed against the wall, Jungkook let out soft moans as Taehyung explored his body, his hands tracing every inch of his skin. "Hyung... Who said you were bad at this?" Jungkook teased, breathless between his moans, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Taehyung smirked, leaning in to kiss him again, only for Jungkook to push him onto the bed, straddling Taehyung's thighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Taehyung pulled him down for another kiss, their lips moving in sync, unable to get enough of each other.

Jungkook rolled his hips in slow circles, their bodies pressed together as Taehyung groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping Jungkook's waist before sliding down to cup his ass. Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Remember, Officer... no strings attached." Jungkook whispered, biting his lip.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, unable to hide his amusement. He gave a playful slap to Jungkook's ass. "You really know how to kill the mood, don't you?"

With a grin, Taehyung flipped Jungkook over, pinning him down on the bed. "Remember, Jungkook-ssi, I never play by the rules."

The night stretched on, each moment drawn out with intensity. The sound of the bed creaking filled the room, rhythmically hitting the wall as their movements intertwined.

Jungkook's moans, raw and unrestrained, echoed through the apartment, undoubtedly catching the attention of curious neighbors. Taehyung, lost in the moment, moved with deliberate passion, the connection between them overpowering any thoughts of restraint.

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A month had passed since that unforgettable night, and neither Taehyung nor Jungkook had the courage to face each other. Taehyung's daily routine felt like a chore, every task reminding him of their heated moment, his mind replaying their kiss at the most unexpected times. During his shifts, flashbacks would strike him, and he found it harder to focus.

On the other hand, Jungkook found himself in a predicament similar to what Taehyung had warned him about. While working, enduring the usual touches from clients, his mind wandered back to Taehyung. It was impossible to forget the way the elder's hands had felt on him, how his lips had moved. Sometimes, Jungkook would accidentally moan Taehyung's name, which made things... awkward, to say the least.

By the weekend, they were both at their wit's end, frustrated by the tension and unable to resist thinking about each other. Both of them decided to drown their confusion in alcohol, unknowingly ending up at the same club, only a few meters apart.

Fate had its way, and soon enough, they found themselves in the same restroom. Jungkook, slightly tipsy but still aware, was splashing water on his face, trying to stop himself from doing anything reckless. He couldn't afford to hook up with another stranger to bury his feelings this time.

Just then, Taehyung stumbled in, clearly drunk and leaning heavily against the wall for support. Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. "Tae...?" he whispered.

Taehyung stood there, staring back in disbelief. His voice was slurred but soft as he replied, "J-Jungkook?"

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