Their relationship was a dance between love and hate, tangled in a web of passion and confusion. They hadn't yet defined what they were to each other, but their routine of weekend meetings had shifted into daily rendezvous. It was almost midnight, and after another not-so-innocent encounter at Taehyung's apartment, they lay intertwined under a blanket, their bodies bare and warm against each other. Jungkook rested his head on Taehyung's shoulder as they chatted lazily, recounting their day—what they ate, when they woke up, the usual banter.
When the conversation died down, a long silence filled the room, the kind of comfortable quiet only they could share.
“Koo, are you asleep?” Taehyung asked softly, brushing Jungkook’s hair back.
“No, hyung...” Jungkook mumbled, snuggling closer for warmth. Taehyung tightened his embrace, pulling the duvet higher over them.
“Koo…”
“Hmm?”
“What did you always want to be when you were younger?”
Jungkook hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm... Let me think... Maybe a drawing teacher for kids. Seems stress-free.”
Taehyung smiled, amused by the simple, innocent answer. “That’s cute. You can draw?”
“I used to!” Jungkook said, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes.
“What about you, Officer? Living the dream?”
Taehyung chuckled, his thumb brushing over Jungkook's hand as he intertwined their fingers. “I’m doing what I love, Koo.”
“I wish I could say the same... I’m just doing this for the money. But once I make enough, I’ll buy a big house and do nothing all day,” Jungkook giggled, his voice filled with dreamy aspirations.
“You want a big house?” Taehyung asked, his amusement evident.
“A huge one!” Jungkook emphasized, eyes wide with enthusiasm.
Taehyung chuckled, watching Jungkook's dreamy expression, unable to hide his fondness.
Their encounters didn’t stop at just these intimate nights. They’d bump into each other during the day as well, especially at Jungkook’s club, where he met his usual clients. One evening, Jungkook was at the club again, wearing just an oversized shirt that barely covered his thighs. He walked toward the secret room, illuminated by the cool glow of neon blue lights. There, a figure lay completely hidden under a duvet, something about it immediately felt off, but Jungkook shrugged and approached anyway.
He climbed on top of the figure, straddling them, when suddenly the man threw the covers off with a mischievous grin.
"Boo!" Taehyung's deep voice startled Jungkook, making him yelp in a high-pitched tone that echoed through the room.
Taehyung winced at the sound and quickly clapped his hand over Jungkook’s mouth to silence him. “It’s me, Jungkook!” Taehyung muttered, trying not to laugh.
“You scared me half to death!” Jungkook huffed, pulling Taehyung's hand away.
The sudden commotion brought the club’s manager rushing into the room. Jungkook panicked, shoving Taehyung back under the duvet in a frenzy, quickly resuming his position straddling him as if nothing unusual had happened.
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Virgin And The Hooker | Tk✓
FanfictionJK: "So, what's up today? Did your dick fall off or something?" TH: "Why does every conversation with you end up about my dick?" JK: "Because you're a dick!" Taehyung, a reserved police officer and a virgin, is tired of being rejected by his hookup...
