Control

Blessed

"I'm not doing that" Taehyung said and let go of the other. Jungkook felt like recover from his state, looking at Taehyung, but rearranging his shirt. "In general? Or just..." "In general. I just perfom. I'm not a whore." Jungkook nodded, looking down. "Your performances are amazing." A light smile was seen on Taehyung's lips. "Thank you."

Jungkook swallowed again. "I can offer you something instead." Jungkook said, still looking to the ground. Taehyung just shook his head. And what is that?" Jungkook bit his lip. "Anything you want." Taehyung shook his head. "Bye, Jungkook." He walked out of the door and disappeared. Jungkook stood there, deep in thoughts, feeling a bit more confident again. "There must be something he wants." He smirked.

******

Jungkook was going through some numbers in his bureau as he stopped in his movement. He is dancing for money, right? What if I can offer him money? He bit his lips, but then he thought that he probably won't see him dancing on a pole again. And that would be bad. Maybe jewellery? As he knew, Taehyung had good grades, so he can't offer him help with studying or anything. Sitting his dog? Does he even have one?

What is he willing to do? Hold up. That is the wrong way. He needs to do it like his father taught him. Step one: do an offer. Step two: Let the other think about it constantly. Step three: make the other one believe that he needs it. Step four: Pull offer back. Step five: Bring the fish that hangs on the rod inside! He smirked.

All he needed is to know what Taehyung wants. Everyone has his weak point. And Taehyung has for sure one. Maybe he can pause a bit and look his Instagram account up? Twitter? A bit research wouldn't hurt. He hurried to finish his task and clicked on Taehyung's bio in every social media platform he could think of. Facebook wasn't used much by him. Showed only a few pictures of his family. Twitter was way more interesting. There was a link and a few posts about a gig.

Jungkook clicked on it, just to get faced with a jazz band. It looked kind of cool. Modern. And Taehyung was part of it. What the fuck? Taehyung was the saxophonist. There was a picture of him where his lips where wrapped over the wooden mouth part, and Jungkook couldn't stop imagine that it was his dick where his lips where around. "Fuck." He looked really sexy there.

As his father entered his bureau he quickly closed the page. "Did you finished the task?" "I did." His father nodded. "We will have lunch with the Jung family later. Okay?" Jungkook nodded, and walked his father out. Quickly ran back to his desk, but a phone call came in. He cursed.

******

Lunch with the Jungs was relaxing like always. His best friend Hobi was the son of the famous Jung family, owners of the most famous newspapers in the land. He was licking the little sugar grains from his finger and stirred his coffee in front of him. His eyes wandered over the familiar paintings that showed a couple in different tango poses. He always liked, how the lady in red was like wax in the dancers arm, who was dominating her with passion.

"You are quiet." Hobi said, smiling at him. "What's on your mind?" Jungkook licked his lips. There was only one thing that was on his mind. Or someone. "Nothing." He smiled to his friend." Hobi shook his head. "You are so busy lately. rejecting me to hang out..." "I'm sorry. I am really busy."

He licked his lips. "Who is it?" Jungkook looked into Hobi's eyes, who smirked. "Hmm?" "Are you seeing someone secretly?" "no", Jungkook replied quickly. Way too quickly. "Oh, come on", Hobi said frustrated, crossing his arms. "Why can't you tell me?" Jungkook just shook his head, glancing to his parents, who were busy talking with Hobi's parents.

"Fine", he said. "I hope you can tell me one day." Hobi took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry Hobi...it's just...I can't..." he bit his lips. Hobi shook his head. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Jungkook nodded, but he didn't mean it. He didn't know if he can tell it to him.