Roses You Left For Me

25

"Well, hello again, sugar," Taehyung greets as he flashes a smirk.

"Tae we need to talk," Jeongguk says quickly as if the words won't come out unless he spits them out.

"Can you pay after? I need a distraction, like now," Taehyung whines as he gives his wide puppy eyes.

"No, Taehyung, I-"

But the dancer is already dragging him away, fingers sliding to grip onto Jeongguk's instead of gripping his wrist like the elder always does. The motion temporarily shocks Jeongguk into complete silence as he stares down at their locked hands, hardly paying attention as Taehyung drags him to his designated purple room. Taehyung pulls Jeongguk through the other mystery door, revealing a huge bathtub that stands alone. On the side wall, is a wall to wall, floor to ceiling shelving unit, filled with deep violet towels and bath products. Some have bottles of lube and others have glass bowls filled to the brim with condoms. On the far wall is a huge mirror with two matching sinks built into a sleek, black, counter where flickering candles have been lit. There's a door on the other side, which Jeongguk guesses goes into the bedroom.

As the dancer leans over the bathtub to fill it with water, Jeongguk finally takes in what he's wearing. Taehyung is wearing a long, almost transparent gown with fur around the cuffs, neck, and trail, colored a lilac with black fur. It's tied around the waist, but in the low light, Jeongguk can just about make out lilac lingerie underneath. His mouth runs even dryer if that's even possible as he averts his eyes.

"Sweatin' like a whore in church," Taehyung comments before Jeongguk glances back. The dancer is now perched on the side of the tub, a leg crossed over his knee and both hands at his sides, gripping onto the side of the bath for support. His head is tilted to the side as he looks at Jeongguk with hooded eyes and barely parted lips. "Had such a shit day, sugar," he begins. "Wouldn't believe how many people get violent in these places," he says as he shakes his head. "Was hopin' for my sugar to pay me a visit. Shame you missed out on another rose,"

"You didn't want another rose,"

Taehyung's eyes sparkle and Jeongguk suddenly feels that he's missing out on something. But as Taehyung spreads his thighs, enticing Jeongguk closer, it's then that the younger remembers why he came here.

"I can't pay you,"

Taehyung just looks at him, silently asking for an explanation.

"I'm two hundred short," Jeongguk says, fully expecting Taehyung to snap his legs shut and tell Jeongguk to get out.

"I'm willing to let it slide," Taehyung whispers as he curls a finger. "Come here,"

"Tae, I need to talk to you-"

"Tae," the dancer tuts. "You've got me a nickname,"

"I'm not the only one," Jeongguk points out.

"Touche," Taehyung smirks.

"I really need to talk to you,"

"Can it not wait an hour or so? I've been dying to ride you for ages,"

Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak, but is silenced by Taehyung's finger against the younger's lips. "Do this for me, and I'll let the money slide,"

So Jeongguk nods. And the smile that Taehyung shows is so bright that it makes the younger's knees feel weak. What he needs to say can wait. This is more important.

Taehyung twists his waist to stop the flow of water, standing up to be as close to Jeongguk as he can be. He runs his hands down the younger's chest, eyes averted away from Jeongguk's before he brings them back up and loops his hands around Jeongguk's neck.