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"Look at the hot guy staring at me from across the bar." Taehyung says. "I've still got it." Beside him, his friend gasps. "Tae, look away right now. That's not just any guy. That's... the mob boss who was on TV the other day." #taekookau πŸ”ž [ Minors DNI. ]

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"I hate this. I hate everything." Taehyung downs another shot, wiping his mouth. "What did I ever do wrong? I tried to be the best partner ever, Jimin." Jimin pats his back, sighing. "You really do deserve better than him, Tae. He's an ass."
"How could he betray me like that?" Taehyung's voice breaks, and he puts his head on the counter. "Why did I ever go out with another professor? It's going to be so awkward." "Who cares?" Jimin says. "Fuck him. He's going to regret it so much."
The bar is a different one from what they visit usually, because Taehyung wanted to drive away from the main city and breathe for a bit. After being cheated on, the last thing he wanted to do was visit the bar he always visited with his ex.
This bar is quite different. The crowd is quieter, the tension in the air is thicker. It seems like everyone is here for serious business, as opposed to what they see in the city's bars, where people go to have fun and de-stress. The door opens, and a group of people rush in.
Taehyung circles the glass of alcohol in his hand, and adjusts the bridge of his glasses as he squints to get a better look. It seems like the group of people guide someone important in, because the crowd goes a little quiet, many people standing up and bowing to the man.
But Taehyung sighs and looks away, because he isn't interested. All he wants to do right now, is forget. "Jimin." Taehyung sighs. "I just want to have meaningless sex with someone who can fuck the misery out of my system. I should chat up someone."
"Here?" Jimin looks around hesitantly. "We don't really know the crowd here. And everyone seems so... Different." "Exactly. We don't know anyone here." Taehyung takes another shot. "Which is why, it's perfect. I don't intend to see them again, anyway."
Jimin gulps, feeling uncertain, and takes the glass from Taehyung's hand. "Maybe we should go back home for now, Tae. I shouldn't have driven you here. Everyone looks kind of sketchy." But Taehyung doesn't respond, because his attention is now somewhere else.
The man that walked in a few minutes ago, flanked by several others, seems to finally take a seat. Taehyung can't look away once he notices his face, because he is quite striking. A handsome face with beautiful features, softened in just the right places.
It piques Taehyung's curiousity, the way the man seems to wipe something off his fingers with a handkerchief. The way the men around him seem to be at his beck and call. Taehyung is even curious why he has a small cut on his forehead, which is being tended to by the other men.
Taehyung has been staring for too long already, when the man suddenly looks in his direction and catches him off guard. Taehyung is too stunned to look away, so he keeps staring, and the man holds eye contact too.
But his gaze is ice-cold, piercing. It cuts through Taehyung's soul, makes him feel like he's being scrutinized. If Taehyung's being honest, it scares him a little, the way the man looks at him like he has some unfinished business with Taehyung.
But Taehyung is in low spirits, and the man is attractive – which gives Taehyung a much needed ego boost after being cheated on. "Look at the hot guy staring at me from across the bar." Taehyung says, looking away. "I've still got it."
"Who?" Jimin asks, and follows Taehyung's gaze. When Jimin notices the man, his eyes flicker with recognition, and he gasps. "Tae, look away right now." Jimin warns. "What?" Taehyung frowns. "Why?"
"That's not just any guy...okay?" Jimin tells him, careful not to be too loud. "That's... the mob boss who was on TV the other day. Tae, we need to leave this place." Taehyung feels his blood run cold as the words sink in. When he looks at the man again, he's still looking.
The man now takes a glass of whiskey that's being handed over to him, but his eyes don't leave Taehyung. Nor when he raises the glass to his lips, neither when he takes a sip. With his newfound knowledge, it makes goosebumps erupt on Taehyung's skin, and he looks away.
"Okay, he's really staring at me." Taehyung nervously chuckles as he looks at Jimin. "What do I do now?" "What?" Jimin sounds nervous himself. "Tae, just... Don't look. Pretend he isn't here. Let's finish this drink and just slip out of here."
But Jimin's phone rings then, and when he takes the call, Taehyung can tell it's his boyfriend calling with some sort of an emergency. "You need to leave?" Taehyung asks, when Jimin ends the call. "Yeah, but I'll be right back in a few minutes." Jimin says. "Don't. Move."
"I won't." Taehyung nods. "Go. Come back quickly." Jimin nods. "Just a few minutes. Please do not go over to that table, no matter how hot he is." Taehyung nods. "I promise, I'll stay here. You go."
Taehyung watches Jimin walk out, but when his eyes drag back towards his glass, they land on the man again on the way. Taehyung quickly looks away, but it seems like the man isn't going to give up.
Taehyung wonders if it's the alcohol or his mind playing tricks on him when he sees movement in his peripheral vision. He hears footsteps approaching, and is only processing it when the person comes and settles in the seat opposite to Taehyung. Taehyung is scared to look up.
The man's presence is heavy, and it seems like it engulfs everything around him. A glass is placed on the table, slid to the side, before Taehyung feels him lean closer and hears his voice for the first time ever. "Hello."
Taehyung looks up then, and his eyes meet that dangerous, soul-piercing gaze again. Immediately, Taehyung feels his heart skip a beat. "Y-yeah?" The man leans forward again, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I saw you looking at me. Thought I'd come up and say hi."
"Me?" Taehyung nervously chuckles, his limbs going cold. "I was j-just... Looking around. I don't– I was here with a friend." The man analyses Taehyung's face carefully, eyes roaming all over it. "I'm Jungkook."
Taehyung hesitates to give out his name, so he nods. "Ah. Nice name." "You're very handsome." Jungkook says, as he drags the glass of whiskey towards himself and puts it to his lips. "Was thinking I'd take you home tonight, if you'd let me."
Taehyung looks up, heart freezing in his chest and sweat dripping from his temples. His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, and he keeps staring at Jungkook, panicking. Jungkook extends his hand, and fixes Taehyung's glasses for him. "So. Would you like to?"
Taehyung holds the frame of his glasses between his own fingers, pulling away. He takes a risk, and says it. "Look... I... I know who you are." Jungkook hums. "That's great, then. I don't have to waste time on explaining what I do."
Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't understand... I'm a professor. I don't... Whatever you do is your business, but I–" Jungkook frowns. "Hm, but what role do professions play when it comes to fucking for a night? I don't care about it."
Taehyung stares with his heart in his mouth, looking around to see if Jimin has come back yet. "I don't think it's a good idea." Jungkook joins his fingers together, smiling. "I'm not going to force you, but I think it would be an excellent idea. I can show you a good time."
"I'm kind of stressed tonight." Taehyung begins. "I just–" "Me too." Jungkook says. "I just killed someone who had been stealing from me behind my back. I trusted him, so it made me very sad." Saying that, he smiles. Taehyung feels his airways clog up.
"I should probably leave, Jungkook-ssi." Taehyung says, heart pounding in his chest. He is scared for his life. "I'll be honest, you're scaring the shit out of me." But Jungkook curls his fingers around his wrist, stopping him. "Wait. You don't have to be scared of me."
Taehyung lets out a chuckle of disbelief. Finally, he leans in and whispers. "You just fucking murdered someone. And you want me to go home with you?" Jungkook just keeps looking at him, smiling, hand closed around Taehyung's wrist. "That has nothing to do with you."
"Just..." Taehyung looks around, wriggling his hand out of Jungkook's wrist. "Let me go." Jungkook immediately lets go of his wrist, but the smile never fades off his face, as he sits and stares at Taehyung. "You're still sitting here."
Taehyung fixes his glasses again. "I'm waiting for my friend. And besides, I sat here first. You were the one who came and plopped down here unsolicited." "Oh. Fiesty." Jungkook tilts his head. "Never met anyone who's talked to me like that despite knowing who I am."
Taehyung suddenly feels wary, and just looks away. But he feels Jungkook's eyes constantly on him, and can't help but look at him again. "What?" Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling. "What? You're beautiful. Can't I even look?"
Taehyung feels his pulse quickening at the words. It's flattering, he's not going to lie. But he is too scared for his life to indulge Jungkook. He can't believe he's sitting with a mob boss. How did he even get here? Where is Jimin?! "I come here every Friday." Jungkook says.
"Okay." Taehyung says, determined not to make eye contact. "Why are you telling me that?" The corner of Jungkook's lips twitches upwards as he stands up, ready to leave. "Because I know you'll want to come back for me."
[ A/N : Thoughts on this new AU please? 🎀 ]
Taehyung lies in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Normally, in a situation like this, he'd expect himself to think about his ex, his mind plagued with thoughts of being cheated on. But Taehyung can't stop thinking about him – about Jungkook.
He didn't tell Jimin about the conversation he had with the mob boss once he came back. When Jimin drove him home, Taehyung pretended that he didn't even remember Jungkook at all. But he does. He remembers every bit of it. Just thinking about him makes Taehyung shiver a little.
It might be because he's vulnerable right now, but Taehyung can't stop thinking about how interested Jungkook seemed to be in him. It was a dangerous thing – it should make Taehyung scared. But he feels a little flattered. Blushes, even, at the thought.
His curiosity gets the best of him as he pulls up Naver search on his phone, and feeds in the words. As he types, he whispers the words out loud too. "Jungkook. Mob. Boss."
A whole list of search results comes up, accompanied by images of the man Taehyung met a few hours ago. Taehyung's heart skips a beat as he clicks on the images, and navigates from one to the other. Jungkook really is handsome, even more than he looks in these pictures.
He then presses the back button and clicks on one of the articles instead. As he reads it out, Taehyung feels another chill run down his spine.
"At twenty five, he is the youngest mob boss in Seoul, but has never been convicted of any criminal offence because of the complete, mysterious absence of evidence." Taehyung gulps as he finishes reading it.
"What the fuck..." Taehyung whispers to himself, as he reads article after article on the man. At the end of his research, he gathers one thing – Jungkook is a very dangerous man. Not someone Taehyung should be mingling with.
But the way Jungkook looked at him, the way he made it known that he desires Taehyung – Taehyung bites his lip at the memory. But he catches and scolds himself just in time, shaking the thoughts off. Putting his phone aside, Taehyung shuts his eyes and tries to fall asleep.
Taehyung steps out of his car, and takes a deep breath. At any moment, he might run into Kyujoon and everything will come rushing back to him. But this is his job – so he's going to go in, teach his class, and come back out.
It seems like he's running out of luck because the moment he steps into the corridor of the academic building, he spots Kyujoon walking towards him from the opposite end. "Fuck, asshole." Taehyung mutters under his breath and turns around quickly. "Don't come here, please."
"Tae?" Kyujoon's voice greets him from across the corridor. "Can we talk?" Taehyung sighs, shutting his eyes. Then, he opens them, puts on a brave face and turns around with a plastic smile. "Hey, Kyujoon."
Kyujoon looks nervous, still not sure if Taehyung really knows. "Did you... The pictures?" Taehyung presses his lips together, and nods. "I can explain, Tae–" he extends his hand. But Taehyung takes a step back, fighting back tears. "Kyujoon, let it be..."
Kyujoon goes quiet, guilt flashing in his eyes. "If... If it counts for something, none of it meant anything to me, Tae. It was a mistake, and she– It just happened." Taehyung feels disgusted, eyes burning with tears. "Just say that you got tired of me, Kyujoon."
"No, that's not it." He replies, but it isn't even convincing. Taehyung huffs out a laugh. "I've got a class to teach. Stop ruining my mood any further than you already have. Okay? Bye... Kyujoon." Saying those words, Taehyung stomps off. And tries his best not to cry.
It's Wednesday when Taehyung sees it. Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, on someone's profile, Taehyung spots the picture on his feed. It's a recent picture from last night, Kyujoon with his arms around her. It's that woman.
Taehyung huffs in disbelief. "The audacity..." He whispers to himself. The anger only lasts a few minutes before Taehyung bursts into tears. He wonders where he went wrong, or what he did to deserve this kind of pain.
He manages to cry himself to sleep that night. But the next day, the pictures are posted on Kyujoon's own account. This time, even tears refuse to come. Taehyung tries to accept the truth.
It's on Friday when Taehyung is driving back home after work that he spots a familiar mop of brown hair in a park. It's Kyujoon, arms around the woman Taehyung has come to loathe, before he leans in and kisses her on the lips. Taehyung stops the car, because he's speechless.
He tells himself that it's none of his business anymore, that they're not together anymore and so he can do as he pleases. But then, a wave of anger takes over him. This is a man who took a year of his life.
Taehyung gets out of his car, and furiously stomps to where they're sitting, basking in their newfound love. With one rough tug, Taehyung turns Kyujoon towards himself, and lands a punch on his face.
Without even waiting for his response, Taehyung turns around and walks back to his car, getting in before the tears spill out. In an impulsive moment, he changes his destination and feeds the address of that sketchy club from last week into the navigation system.
Taehyung spends at least a whole hour outside the bar, sitting inside his car with his hands hooked on the steering wheel. Within than one hour, he asks himself one thousand times if he's doing the right thing.
He watches a very expensive looking, shiny black car pull up in front of the bar, and it pulls him out of his trance. It's unmistakable when he steps out – Jungkook, and lights a cigarette, blowing smoke into the air above him like the sky belongs to him.
Taehyung's grip tightens over the steering wheel, and just looking at Jungkook in the flesh again makes him feel a little giddy. His resolve to go inside strengthens when Jungkook disappears into the entrance. This is what he came here for, after all.
Taehyung steps out after five more minutes of careful contemplating, and pulls his scarf closer to his neck to protect himself from the cold wind. How he's going to protect himself from the storm he's walking into, is a problem he wants to deal with another day.
As soon as Taehyung walks into the club, the smell of smoke and alcohol and weed greets him. It makes him feel heady, but Taehyung keeps walking inside, eyes searching for the man he came here for.
When he spots Jungkook, Taehyung feels all kinds of strange at once. Perched in one of the cushioned seats, surrounded by men and women, Jungkook is fiddling with ridiculous amounts of cash, mouthing words to those around him.
[ ‼️ TW/ There will be mentions of drugs & weapons in the further tweets. ‼️ ]
There's strange looking packets, full of white substance, being dealt with, and Taehyung shoves his hands into his pockets as he looks on nervously. Would Jungkook even remember him? A random guy from a week ago?
When the cash and drugs are cleared from the table, Taehyung watches as a woman lowers her body towards Jungkook and tries to get into his arms. But Jungkook produces a gun, presses it to her temple, and glares. "Did I say you could sit on my lap?"
Taehyung's eyes widen, and the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stands up. But then again, what else was he expecting from the leader of a crime syndicate? Flowers? Taehyung considers turning around and leaving, but it's too late, because Jungkook's eyes find him.
Taehyung freezes in place, hands and legs immovable all of a sudden, as he stares back blankly at Jungkook. He sees the flicker of recognition in Jungkook's eyes, before his lips twitch and he gets up, starting to walk towards Taehyung. It makes Taehyung's heart freeze.
It takes Jungkook a few strides to reach where Taehyung is standing, before he stops, and holds out his palm for Taehyung to take. "Hi. You came back." Taehyung shivers as he takes Jungkook's hands, and lifts his gaze to meet his eyes. "Yeah. I came back."
Jungkook walks out and pulls Taehyung with him then, taking steps towards his car. "Do you want to go to my place?" Taehyung looks at his car. "My car is parked here–" "That one?" Jungkook asks, and Taehyung nods. "I'll have it taken care of it until you come back." "Okay..."
" place?" Jungkook asks again, leading Taehyung towards his car. "Are you comfortable?" Taehyung shrugs. "I don't care. Just wherever we can fuck. I only want to forget a few things, and could use some meaningless sex."
"Oh no." Jungkook smiles, and moves closer to caress Taehyung's cheek with the back of his hand. "Someone really hurt you, huh?" "Should that matter to you?" Taehyung turns to him, venom in his eyes and words, before he realises who he's speaking to. "I m-mean, it doesn't."
Jungkook opens the car door, and waits until Taehyung gets inside and settles down. Then, he walks around the car and gets in beside him, before instructing the driver to start the car. "Don't worry." He turns to Taehyung. "I'll make you forget."
Taehyung turns to him, and looks into his eyes. "I'm scared. Of you." Jungkook hums. "But you still came." Taehyung hums too. "Yeah. I must be stupid." Jungkook chuckles softly. "Why are you scared?" "You...had a gun." "This?" Jungkook pulls it out of his pocket.
Taehyung's blood runs cold as his eyes fall on the weapon in Jungkook's hand, clutched so casually, when it could actually end a life. "Can you please... Put that away?" But Jungkook brings it closer, until the muzzle of the gun brushes against Taehyung's jaw. "Do you hate it?"
Taehyung's eyes widen, and sweat starts to trickle down his forehead even inside the air-conditioned car. His heart pounds against his ribcage as he looks at the gun, and then back up at Jungkook. "What are you doing?!" Taehyung asks, feeling breathless.
Jungkook only drags the muzzle along his jaw until it sits right under his chin. "If I ask you to, would you put your trust in me?" Taehyung wants to say no, but is scared of saying it. Jungkook then drags the muzzle along Taehyung's nose, eyeing his features. "So beautiful."
Taehyung gulps, chest heaving up and down. "This is why you called me back? So you could kill me? What would you even gain from it? You... You don't even know me." Jungkook holds the barrel of the gun along Taehyung's cheek, and starts to press the trigger. Taehyung notices.
When he presses, the gun merely clicks, and nothing happens. Taehyung opens his eyes, shifting his gaze back to Jungkook. Jungkook breaks into a smile, throwing his head back. He then comes closer, and whispers against Taehyung's ear. "It's empty. Don't you worry."
Jungkook's home – scratch that, Jungkook's mansion is huge, just as Taehyung was expecting. As he follows Jungkook inside, he can't help but stare all around in awe and compare it to his studio apartment, wondering what one person needs this big a house for.
He watches as Jungkook walks ahead of him, and takes off his suit jacket, shrugging it off his arms to show off his broad, toned back under the tight shirt. Taehyung looks away, feeling heat coil in the pit of his stomach. "Do you live here alone?"
Jungkook turns around at the question, and eyes Taehyung up and down. A subtle smirk makes its way to his lips. "Yeah. Why?" Jungkook asks, undoing his shirt buttons one by one. "You want to live here with me?"
Taehyung shies away from looking at him, huffing. "I was just trying to make conversation. I have my own place, thank you very much." "So..." Jungkook sits on the sofa, and spreads his legs out leisurely. "What made you come back? Although, I knew you would."
Taehyung crosses his arms. "Do not flatter yourself, Jungkook. I am emotionally vulnerable, feeling like shit because of my ex and just wanted to get it all out of my system." "I see." Jungkook says, carefully scrutinizing Taehyung with his gaze. "Just that? Nothing else?"
"No." Taehyung lies. "Nothing else. Can we not waste any more time and get to work now? You said you'd show me a good time." Jungkook is amused, and lets out a laugh. "I haven't seen anyone like you before. Interesting. You're not really scared of me, are you?"
"I am." Taehyung admits. "But I came to you with a motive. I just want it fulfilled so I can go back on my own way. Hurry up." Jungkook takes in a deep breath, leaning forward. "You can sit down, you know."
Taehyung doesn't. Instead, he starts to take steps towards Jungkook, until he's towering over him. Then slowly, he puts his knees on the sofa on either side of Jungkook, and settles down in his lap until he's properly straddling him, throwing his arms around Jungkook.
It's then that he remembers the image from the club. He now half expects Jungkook to pull out his gun again, and hold it to Taehyung's temple, angry because he never said Taehyung could sit on his lap. But Jungkook doesn't. Instead, he snakes his arms around Taehyung's waist.
"Aren't you going to point the gun to my head?" Taehyung asks, eyes boring into Jungkook's. "Because you didn't say I could do this?" "Why would I do that?" Jungkook's lips stretch into a smile. "I've been waiting for this all week."
"You say that to everyone you bring in here, don't you?" Taehyung asks. "I don't bring everyone in here." Jungkook says. "You say that to everyone, too." "God. You're... Something." Jungkook stares in amusement.
"Why did you bring me here, then?" Taehyung asks. "You're pretty." Jungkook says, bringing his fingers up to brush back the hair on Taehyung's forehead. "Prettier than anyone I've seen." "You say that to everyone." Jungkook rolls his eyes.
But then he stares back up, and brings his hand up to take Taehyung's glasses off and put them aside. "How old are you?" "Older than you are." Taehyung answers. Jungkook smirks. "Already did your research on me, I see." He says.
Taehyung unbuttons the second last button of Jungkook's shirt. "Can we get down to business and not waste time?" "I'm hurt. You don't want to get to know me? My backstory?" Jungkook teases, smirk tugging at his lips. "Why I am the way I am?"
Taehyung glares at him. "Are you going to have sex with me or what? You haven't even kissed me yet." "Do you want me to kiss you? Now?" "Yes...?" So Jungkook cups his face, pulls him closer, and presses a kiss to his lips.
Taehyung stops talking, forgets whatever he was thinking, and just relaxes into the kiss. His hands slide around Jungkook's neck, as they kiss. Jungkook pulls back after a minute, and looks at Taehyung's lips. "I want to take you to the bedroom."
Taehyung finds himself chasing Jungkook's mouth for a second, before he realises it and stops himself. He gets off Jungkook's body, and crosses his arms as he stares down at him. "Good. My butt was starting to hurt from sitting like that."
Jungkook stands up too, and shoves his hands into his pocket. He tilts his head, trying to get a good view of Taehyung's backside. "This should be fun." Jungkook says, turning around and walking away. "Please follow me."
"Why are you ordering me around?" Taehyung asks. "Just because you're a mob boss, you can't–" Jungkook turns around, expression suddenly blank. "Oh. Do you have a problem because I asked you to follow me?"
Taehyung looks down, reckoning that he might have spoken too much. Maybe this is when Jungkook snaps, he thinks. But Jungkook walks back to him, leans in, and whispers against his jaw. "Do you want me to carry you to the bedroom, professor?"
Taehyung shrinks at the words, stepping away from Jungkook. "I didn't mean that." "No, I can do it. I don't mind." Jungkook says, eyeing Taehyung up and down shamelessly. "I'm quite the gentleman, believe it or not."
"Just show me the way." Taehyung says. "And please... Can you not call me professor? My students call me that." "You didn't give me a name." "You can just call me hyung." "Come on." Jungkook says, leaning closer. "That's not fair."
Taehyung sighs. There's probably no point hiding his name when he's already himself walked into the lion's den. "My name is Taehyung." "Taehyung hyung." Jungkook teases, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's waist and hooking his chin on his shoulder. "Do you want to see my room?"
Taehyung feels very confused for a second at Jungkook's behaviour. He wonders if this is the calm before the storm. "Why are you being nice to me?" Taehyung asks, shivering where Jungkook touches him. "It's just scaring me even more."
Jungkook lightly snickers against Taehyung's shoulder before turning him around in his hold, and picking him up bridal style. Taehyung is too stunned to speak, and Jungkook is already carrying him to a different, darker room.
Taehyung's limbs are all tensed up as Jungkook holds him, maintaining eye contact the entire way. "You do this to everyone, don't you?" Taehyung asks. Jungkook stops at the edge of the bed. "You're so talkative, hyung."
Jungkook lays Taehyung down on the bed, before climbing in himself. As if on instinct, Taehyung crawls backwards and away from Jungkook, towards the headboard. Jungkook undoes his last button, and takes off his shirt. The sight almost makes Taehyung feel dizzy.
He allows himself to stare at Jungkook's toned body, at his inked right arm, and then back up at his face. They're about to have sex, so it's okay, Taehyung tells himself. "Are you waiting for me to take that off?" Jungkook asks, hooking his finger into Taehyung's collar.
Taehyung shivers, unable to form words as Jungkook moves closer and closer, until their lips almost brush together. His phone rings, and Jungkook pulls back, annoyed. Fetching his phone out of his pocket, he accepts the call. "What is it? At this hour?"
Taehyung can't hear what the other person says, but Jungkook's response gives him an idea. "No. I won't see anyone right now, I'm busy. Don't call me again until the morning. I won't tolerate it." Taehyung looks away, suddenly sweating way more than he already was.
Jungkook practically throws his phone across the large bed, not caring for its safety as he turns back to Taehyung, leans in, and presses a wet kiss to his mouth. "I'm sorry." Jungkook says, hands working Taehyung's shirt. "No more interruptions."
"What do you want to do?" Jungkook asks in between kisses. "I'm in the mood to take care of you. So you don't have to do anything." Taehyung bites his lip, body heating up with every movement Jungkook makes. "That sounds nice."
For a second, Taehyung wonders if this is a conman pretending to be a mob boss, but then he remembers the gun, the sight back at the club, the phone call just now. Suddenly, Taehyung questions himself. What is he doing in a mob boss' bedroom? Is he crazy?
But before he can overthink and have a breakdown about it, Jungkook pushes his shirt off his body, and presses a kiss to his collarbone. Jungkook is gentle, like Taehyung is fragile and made of glass. "Your body is so beautiful too."
Taehyung feels tingles all over his skin, and his hand flies up to rest on Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook presses kiss after kiss to his neck, before gently undoing Taehyung's pants and pulling them off his hips.
It leaves Taehyung feeling very conscious, but Jungkook pulls back and looks at him like he's the most beautiful person on the planet. Jungkook curls his fingers around Taehyung's length, and whispers into his mouth. "Lie down. Let me take care of you."
It's then that Taehyung starts to feel a little braver, and takes the initiative to undo Jungkook's pants too. Jungkook welcomes the gesture, staying patiently still in place until Taehyung's nervous fingers manage to pull it down.
Then, he tips Taehyung's face up towards himself. "Do you want us to get down to business straight away?" Jungkook asks, caressing Taehyung's jaw. "Because I will fuck you right here and now if you ask."
Taehyung is suddenly reminded of what he's here for, and what he's trying to forget. He nods, as he pulls Jungkook closer, placing his arms around his hips. "Yes. I want you to fuck me till I don't remember his name. And..."
"And what?" Jungkook asks, shifting closer until he's grinding into Taehyung's hips, making him moan. "Just name it." "While you're at it, can you kiss me?" Taehyung asks. "I like kissing a lot." Jungkook immediately presses one to his lips. "You're in luck, because so do I."
After they have sex, it suddenly gets much quieter. Jungkook wordlessly moves about the room, helping Taehyung clean up before he goes in for a shower. In those moments that he's alone in the bedroom, Taehyung feels awkward.
But the sex? Jungkook wasn't lying when he said he could show him a good time. Just thinking about it makes Taehyung feel hot again. It was like he traveled to paradise for those few moments. But it's over now, and he needs to leave.
Taehyung puts his clothes on one by one, and walks out to the living room to fetch his glasses. When he puts them back on and turns around, Jungkook is outside, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Leaving already?"
"Yeah." Taehyung says, startled upon seeing him. "I mean, we did what we had to. I don't see the point in staying." Jungkook nods like he agrees. "Do you want me to drop you back to the club? Your car's still there, under proper care."
"That would be nice." Taehyung says. "Thank you." "Give me a moment." Jungkook says. "I'll be out in five minutes." Taehyung nods, and waits. He feels a little crazy, because why is he trying to see the good side of a criminal suddenly?
He shakes the thoughts off – this is dangerous territory. He's already come here and slept with a mob boss, and now, he's trying to convince himself that maybe he isn't that bad after all? He needs to get out of this place.
But on second thoughts, Taehyung does feel a little grateful because he completely forgot about his ex for the past few hours. If this is the only way to forget, then maybe he doesn't regret it after all.
"Let's go." Jungkook comes out, this time wearing only a button down with dress pants. There's no suit jacket. His hair is wet, and he looks very hot. Taehyung gulps and looks away. "Yeah, let's."
Taehyung is surprised that Jungkook didn't call on a driver this time. The ride is much quieter this time, too. No talking, no teasing and certainly no guns. Taehyung recognises the road as it starts leading to the club.
With not much time left until he has to get out of the car, Taehyung thinks he should probably say it right about now. "Thank you." Taehyung says. "For tonight. I really did forget." Beside him, Jungkook hums. "Glad I could help."
The journey is about to come to a close, and Taehyung got what he wanted. And yet, something feels incomplete. It's like there's still some unspoken words between the two of them, but he has no idea what they are.
Taehyung's heart feels funny, as Jungkook pulls up in front of the club. He doesn't say anything, but Taehyung takes it as his cue to leave. He unlocks the door, gets out of the car, and slams it shut again. He doesn't say anything – doesn't know if there's a point.
No goodbyes, no good nights. Nothing, as he continues to walk towards his car. Jungkook doesn't stop him either, doesn't say goodbye either. Something feels off, feels totally wrong. The mood is odd, and Taehyung can't put a finger on what it is.
Until he hears Jungkook start the engine of his car, and it makes him immediately turn on his heels and rush back to him. Before the car sets into motion, Taehyung goes and stands by the window, and knocks.
Jungkook rolls down the glass, and looks at him with eyes full of curiosity. "Forgot something?" Taehyung shakes his head. "No, I was just wondering... If you... Will you come here next Friday, too?"
[ A/N : I hope it was enjoyable so far. 🫢🏻 Thank you for reading! ]
Jungkook stares at Taehyung, gaze shifting from his eyes slowly down to his lips, and back. He brings his thumb up and brushes it under Taehyung's lips. "I told you. Every Friday."
Taehyung shivers at the touch, and he crosses his arms, breaking eye contact. Suddenly, he asks himself what he's even doing asking that. "Yeah, just..." Taehyung brings his hand up to remove Jungkook's thumb from his chin. "I was curious. No reason. I'll... Get going now."
Saying so, he turns around and starts walking towards his car. He keeps his ears open, waiting for Jungkook to start his car and get going, but it doesn't happen. Taehyung steps into his own car and sits, hands on the steering wheel. When he looks up, he finds Jungkook staring.
Taehyung feels his limbs go cold again as he gulps, the eye contact unnerving even through two windshields. Looking away and at the console of his car, Taehyung starts the vehicle, and drives away, too nervous to look at Jungkook again.
Taehyung's week goes by with less difficulty than the last. He goes to work, cooks himself food, hangs out with Jimin when he can and avoids Kyujoon like the plague.
This time, it's easier to not think about his ex. How can he, when all his thoughts are occupied by Jungkook? Whenever Taehyung is sitting idle, he catches himself thinking of those few hours spent with the mob boss.
They were like paradise, like Jungkook took him for a ride to the greatest highs of pleasure. When he's alone one evening, sitting in his apartment trying to work, he remembers it again and can't help but touch himself – he has to let it out.
But about whether he should go back to the club – Taehyung thinks it's a bad idea. Going the first time was a bad idea, going back was a worse idea. There's really no reason for Taehyung to climb into dangerous trenches himself.
But what is he supposed to do, when Jungkook's completely taken over his thoughts? It's Wednesday evening when he's just chilling with Jimin in the latter's apartment, when he blurts it out. "Jimin. I slept with the mob boss guy from the club."
Jimin looks up from where he's trying to peel an orange, and his eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets anytime. "Y-you what? With the who?" Jimin asks, almost hyperventilating. "What? Taehyung....why– what?!"
Taehyung sighs, rolling over to where Jimin is, and not looking him in the eye. "I know. I'm stupid. I don't know what I was thinking." "Yeah, you are stupid." Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fuck, what have you done? Do you even know what kind of a person he is?"
"Well..." Taehyung begins, and looks up at Jimin. "I kind of got a glimpse of it when he held a gun at my jaw." "What?" Jimin almost yells. "What the fuck?" "It was empty." "Tae, that doesn't make it better!"
"I know, I'm just..." Taehyung faces down towards the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but after you left at the club, he came and offered to sleep with me." "Wow." Jimin says. "This just keeps getting worse."
"I saw Kyujoon kissing that woman, last Friday. At the park." Taehyung says, sighing. "It hurt me so much. It impulsive decision." "That fucking Kyujoon bitch." Jimin says, and this time, he sighs too. Then, after a pause, he asks. "Well... At least, was the sex good?"
Taehyung sighs, and looks up at Jimin, his smile growing like he's guilty about it. "Jimin... It was so good. I can't... I can't even explain it. Best sex I've ever had. Kyujoon... Could never." "Shit." Jimin says. "That's not good. You're totally going to go back. I know it."
"What? Me?" Taehyung sits up, looking shocked. "Jimin, I'm not going to... It's dangerous and I know it." Jimin rolls his eyes. "Tae, stop bullshitting me. I've known you for years. But... Please don't. Do you realise how dangerous this man is? He's killed actual people."
"I know." Taehyung puts his arms around his knees, pulling them close to his chest. "I researched. You know, there has never been any evidence against him? He must be a genius to hide everything away." "Oh my God." Jimin says. "Please tell me you're not whipped for a mob boss."
"What?" Taehyung chuckles. "Jimin, I'm just saying." "Oh my God." Jimin lies down on the floor beside Taehyung. "Eventually, he's going to be after your life, and then after mine because I'm your best friend, obviously. What did you get us into, Taetae?"
"Jimin, no!" Taehyung tells him. "That's not going to happen, because I'm never going back. No matter what." Jimin sighs, putting an orange segment into his mouth. "You probably don't even believe yourself when you say that."
On Friday, when Taehyung finishes work, he drives straight home. There's no way he's going to repeat his mistake again – no matter how much he wants Jungkook to put his hands on him again, make him feel that good once more.
He cooks himself a meal, and eats it as he watches television, trying his best to push Jungkook to the back of his brain. Maybe he'll keep it as a memory, locked away in some part of his mind. It wasn't supposed to happen anyway.
As Taehyung is switching TV channels, his fingers stop over the remote as he watches him on a news channel. Jungkook – his pictures, some clips, a story about him. How nobody even dares to catch him, how nobody has been able to prove him guilty. Taehyung gulps.
Feeling his heartbeat accelerate a little, Taehyung changes the channel. He doesn't need to watch Jungkook when he's trying not to think about him. He settles on an art show instead, watching carefully so he can share some information with his students the next time.
Taehyung's phone rings beside him, and he mindlessly accepts the call without checking who's calling. "Hello?" He greets, eyes still on the TV. There's a pause on the other end, before Taehyung hears him speak. "Hello. Seems like you forgot it's Friday."
Taehyung pulls the phone apart from his face and checks the screen, his blood going cold. He presses it back to his ear, his heart pounding in his chest. Breathing heavily all of a sudden, he asks. "J-jungkook?"
There's a sigh on the other end of the phone. "Already recognise my voice?" He asks. "That's so cute, professor."
"How did you even get my number?!" Taehyung asks, sweat dripping down his temples. "I won't call you again if you ask me not to." Jungkook says. Taehyung sighs. "Why are you calling?"
The smirk is practically audible somehow, when Jungkook speaks. "Was missing how my hands and mouth roamed all over your body last week." Taehyung feels heat pool in his belly. "You... You can't just say things like that on the phone."
"Whoops. I just did." Jungkook teases. "Are you coming?" "What if I'm not?" Taehyung asks, the TV forgotten now. "That'd be sad." Jungkook says. "I'd have to settle for someone else." Somehow, Taehyung doesn't like the sound of that.
"Do you also know where I live?" Taehyung asks. "Please tell me you don't." There's a long pause, before Jungkook speaks. "I won't show up without your permission, don't worry."
Taehyung sighs, mind completely torn. The heat in his stomach grows, makes him feel funny. "Yeah. Don't show up." Taehyung says, but then, he speaks again. "I... Don't want to go to the club again." "Okay." "Where should I... meet you?"
[ A/N : Short update today because I don't feel too well! I hope you enjoyed reading regardless. Thanks you, good night! I would love to know your thoughts. ]
Taehyung wraps his scarf securely around his neck because it's freezing outside. He grabs his phone, wallet and keys, and is about to leave, but then stops, and backtracks into the living area.
There are some muffins he baked earlier, and Taehyung considers for a long time before picking two up, packing them into a small container, and carrying it along. It's just out of courtesy, he tells himself.
He gets into his car, and feeds in the location he remembers for some reason. How could he forget the place he slept with a mob boss at?
It takes Taehyung around half an hour to reach Jungkook's mansion. Despite being magnificent and beautiful, the house lacks a soul. It's just that – a house. It's not a home.
He pulls up, and gets out of his car, carrying the box of muffins in his hand. At this point, he starts to question his decision of bringing these along, and considers putting them in the car, but Jungkook sees him. "Hello." He greets, standing at his door. "There you are."
Taehyung buries his face into his scarf, and walks towards Jungkook with his hands in his pocket. As soon as they're close, he brings one hand out, and shoves the box of muffins into Jungkook's chest. "Just... something I baked."
Taehyung walks inside saying that, but Jungkook grabs it, looks at it, and keeps looking. Did this professor just... Bring him baked goodies? "You got these for me?" Jungkook asks, the playfulness in his voice gone now.
"Don't flatter yourself, Jeon Jungkook." Taehyung says, looking over his shoulder. "I just... Didn't want to come empty handed. I baked these for myself, so I thought..." He shrugs. "But still." Jungkook says, voice small, audible only to himself.
Jungkook looks at the muffins for a solid minute, something weird happening in his chest which he pushes aside for the moment. "Go in." He says, looking at Taehyung. "You know where my bedroom is now. Don't you, professor?"
Taehyung rolls his eyes, taking the scarf off his neck. He gives Jungkook a glare before he walks off, out of his sight. As soon as he's gone, Jungkook rushes to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and puts the muffins inside carefully before Taehyung sees.
When Jungkook walks in to his room, he finds Taehyung inspecting the curtains. "Do you like them?" Taehyung jumps, before he turns around and adjusts his glasses. "I was just trying to see if there's a w-window or something. It's suffocating in here."
"Oh?" Jungkook asks, walking towards the curtains, before he draws them apart, and holds his hand out for Taehyung to take. "Come here." Taehyung suspiciously narrows his eyes at Jungkook's hand, but slips his fingers into his palm anyway. "Why should I?"
Jungkook pulls him, until they walk past the thick curtains. Taehyung gasps when he looks around. "There's such a huge balcony behind those curtains?!" "Yeah. Have all the fresh air you need." Jungkook says, delighted because Taehyung seems so excited.
"This is great." Taehyung says, turning his head around to take in his surroundings and marvel at them. Jungkook closes his fingers around Taehyung's wrist, and pulls him until he's closer. "Want to ditch the bed and just do it here?" "Huh?" "Against the railing."
Taehyung slips his hand out, the corners of his lips twitching. "I can't believe I'm here with a m–" He stops talking, and sighs, looking away. "Fuck. What am I doing?" Jungkook follows him, nodding. "But.. have I done anything to trouble you? I don't think I have."
Taehyung leans against the railing, and narrows his eyes at Jungkook again. "Do you perhaps remember holding a gun to my face?" Jungkook chuckles, joining him. "It was empty. Never would have held a loaded one close to you."
Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Stop making it sound like I'm special or something. We're just hooking up, and that's all." "You are a little special though, aren't you?" Jungkook teases. "You're quite... Different."
Taehyung hangs his head, and sighs. "What if you change your mind and end my life on a whim?" Jungkook turns a little serious at that. "Can you stop making what I do my whole personality?"
Taehyung turns to face him at that. "I have no intention of harming you." Jungkook says, voice low. "You're beautiful, and interesting, and I want to have sex with you. Why do you keep bringing my work into it, professor? Hm?"
Taehyung's heartbeat picks up, and sweat starts trickling down his temple at the subtle outburst. "I didn't mean it like that." Taehyung is quick to say. "Sorry. Let's focus on sex. So, here, in the balcony?"
But Jungkook is walking off, grabbing a cigarette, and lighting it up. He blows smoke into the air as Taehyung watches, and is walking back towards the balcony. He leans against the railing, looking into the distance as he smokes.
Taehyung sighs, and walks towards him, leaning on the railing right next to him. "Don't be mad. Okay? I said I was sorry." Taehyung whines. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Jungkook doesn't answer him. Instead, he turns his face sideways towards Taehyung, pulls the cigarette from his mouth, and juts his chin towards Taehyung's lips. "Open your mouth." Taehyung looks at him like he's crazy. "Why?" "Open."
Confused, Taehyung parts his lips. His eyes are on Jungkook when he does, their faces too close. Jungkook takes a drag of his cigarette, leans in, cups Taehyung's jaw, and blows some smoke right into his mouth.
Taehyung just stares into Jungkook's eyes for a few seconds, his whole body heating up when he does that. It's only a few seconds later that he snaps back to his senses, and starts to cough as the smoke hits his throat.
The corner of Jungkook's lips pulls upwards at that, and he takes another drag. "What do you want to do today?" He asks, turning to look at Taehyung, gently flicking his chin. "Whatever you want, however you want to. We'll do it."
"Anything?" Taehyung asks. "Anything, professor." Jungkook intently stares at him. Taehyung thinks about it for a moment. "Well..." He turns to Jungkook, heart pounding in excitement and anticipation. "I've never fucked a mob boss against a railing before."
Jungkook lies in bed, eyes full of sleep, but he watches Taehyung put on his clothes with great interest – refuses to close his eyes because of that. His ass feels sore, but he pretends that he's just fine. Taehyung doesn't need to know that.
Eyes fixed on Taehyung's half-dressed form, and brain clouded with sleepiness, Jungkook mindlessly starts to speak. "I only kill people when I absolutely need to, and when they've been horrible. Betrayed me or hurt someone. You know." He says. "Not otherwise."
Taehyung looks at him, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Are you really telling me that? Because I didn't ask for that information." "I'm just saying." Jungkook says. "So... Don't think you've got me all figured out. Don't believe everything you see on the news or online."
"You can just... I don't know." Taehyung shrugs, putting on his overcoat. "Not kill people? Talk things out instead?" Jungkook smiles. "It's way, way more complicated than you think, but let's not get into the details of that for now."
Taehyung is about to say something, but Jungkook's phone rings. He groans as he looks at the screen. "Fuckers. Can't even let me get laid in peace." He mutters under his breath. It makes Taehyung bite back a laugh. He must be going crazy, because he thinks it's cute.
"What the fuck do you want?" Jungkook speaks into the phone, but after a few seconds, he sighs. "Well, I'm not leaving at this hour, so you guys come over." It makes Taehyung a little nervous. More mobsters? Yeah, he needs to get out of here.
"More of your gang friends?" Taehyung nervously chuckles. "I should probably get going." Jungkook lazily reaches out, and grabs his wrist. "What if I tell you, you can't go anywhere? Stay." He asks, voice gentle again, unlike on the phone a few moments ago.
Taehyung fakes a smile, tilts his head, and says. "Then I'll say, fuck you." Jungkook seems amused at that, his fingers tightening around Taehyung's wrist. "But you already did."
"Stop it." Taehyung can't help but chuckle at that, and tries to grab his glasses. "I have to go." "They'll be here before you get to your car." Jungkook grabs the glasses before him. "Have I told you, you look even more gorgeous without the glasses?"
And true enough to his words, there's the sound of cars approaching. "What the fuck? They called like two minutes ago." Taehyung says. "Stay in this room until I come back." Jungkook says. "You'll be safe here."
"Yeah right." Taehyung says, panicking a little. "Safe in a house full of mobsters. Sure." "This is my house. They're my people." Jungkook says. "You think you'd be unsafe until I'm here? There's no way. Nobody would dare."
Taehyung relaxes a little at that, crossing his arms over his chest. "You better be right." "I am." Jungkook says, crawling forward and setting the glasses on Taehyung's nose and ears. "Stay here until I'm done meeting with them, okay?"
Jungkook gets the door, and starts to walk back to the huge sofa set sprawling across the living room area where they can all sit and talk. "Boss..." Yoongi, his right hand man speaks, as he walks inside with others. "Why are you... walking funny?"
"Wait, you're right." Namjoon says. "Boss, you're really walking funny." "Boss!" Hoseok sounds concerned. "You're limping a little. Is everything okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Jungkook presses his lips together. "Can you guys shut the fuck up?"
"Anyway." Yoongi says. "So these smaller gangs trying to coalesce together and go against us–" But Jungkook zones out, and his eyes follow Hoseok who opens the fridge, finds the muffins and looks very excited to open them up. "Stop right there!" Jungkook yells. Hoseok freezes.
Jungkook gets up from where he's sitting, stomps to the kitchen, and snatches the muffins from Hoseok's hands. Hoseok is stunned – Jungkook's never stopped him from eating something before. "B-boss." "Eat something else." Jungkook frowns. "These are mine."
Namjoon and Yoongi exchange glances. "First he walks funny." Namjoon whispers. "Now, he's gatekeeping food from Hobi? Are we sure it's still boss and not a clone someone swapped him with?"
"It's just muffins, boss." Hoseok says, still looking terrified. "Heck, I'll buy you a whole box if you want as a gift." Jungkook shakes his head, and pokes a finger into Hoseok's chest. "They will never be these muffins, Jung. Never."
Looking at everything unfold through the slit in the door, Taehyung finds himself being amused. "What the fuck?" He whispers to himself. "Acting like he's never seen muffins before."
"Hello." Jungkook says, some thirty minutes later, when he's back in his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him, and walks over to the bed. "That was long." Taehyung says. "It's already pretty late now." "Stay here, then." Jungkook says. "For the night."
Taehyung shakes his head. "You know I can't. I've got work in the morning." "I'll wake you up on time." Jungkook says. "Drop you to work if need be." "I... shouldn't." Taehyung says then. "You definitely should." Jungkook crawls closer. "It would make me very happy."
"Why?" Taehyung asks, digging his nails into the pillow. "Because I want you to stay. Talk to me. Kiss some more." Jungkook says. "It gets lonely inside this house sometimes."
"Does kissing fix loneliness?" Taehyung almost laughs. "No, I just added it because I want to." Jungkook says, resting his head against the headboard, and staring into Taehyung's eyes. "I want to kiss you."
"We kissed plenty during sex." Taehyung tells him. "Not enough." Jungkook catches hold of his wrist, and starts pulling him closer. "Never enough. I want to kiss you some more, right now."
Taehyung sighs, rolling his eyes. He leans closer to Jungkook, and presses one quick, tight-lipped peck against his lips. "There." "What? I didn't even feel it." Jungkook pulls him closer again. "Come back in here and do it properly. Part your lips, and more tongue, please."
"You're ridiculous." Taehyung comments. But a second later, he's giving Jungkook what he wants, moving closer and cupping his face, and slotting their lips together properly this time.
"Stay over." Jungkook speaks into the kiss, pulling Taehyung onto his lap. Taehyung lets him, putting his legs on either side of Jungkook's waist as they kiss. "You stupid, adamant human." "Stay." "Fuck, fine."
It's Valentine's day – and the funniest part is, that instead of missing Kyujoon, Taehyung's been thinking about Jungkook. It's stupid – they haven't even texted since they slept together a few days ago, but Taehyung can't help it.
It does get a little hard to keep his composure when he sees Kyujoon on campus, but strangely, it only makes him want to run to Jungkook. Taehyung doesn't want this to become an addiction.
He drives home, head full of thoughts of Jungkook. Head full of thoughts about how every time with Jungkook is sex greater than the last time. He thinks about how cute Jungkook can be– And whoa, he stops himself right there.
Taehyung parks his car, and heads straight upstairs. It's okay if he's single – he's going to indulge himself in some self love, he thinks. However, he can't stop wondering if Jungkook will call. Maybe a text.
Taehyung stops right in front of his door, freezing at the sight. There's a big bouquet of red roses by the door, flanked by a box of chocolates, and Taehyung knows for a fact that Kyujoon or some secret admirer didn't send this to him.
He lifts it up and hurries inside, locking his door. He plucks the card out from among the flowers, and his heart does a thing when he reads the three letters written on it. JJK. Nothing else.
"Fuck." Taehyung curses under his breath, his heart hammering against his chest. He feels so giddy, and feels all the feelings he shouldn't be feeling for a mob boss. He immediately pulls his phone out, and dials Jungkook's number.
After three rings, Jungkook picks up. "Jungkook... You didn't have to get me roses." "Yeah." Jungkook says. "Happy valentine's day to you too." Taehyung sighs. "Sorry. Happy valentine's day. But... If you do this, it tricks my heart into thinking something else."
"What?" Jungkook asks. "Nothing. Forget it." Taehyung says. "Are you free tonight?" With a lot of difficulty, Taehyung says. "Jungkook, we can't just keep having sex when you or I feel like it."
There's a pause, followed by a chuckle. "Who said anything about sex, though?" Jungkook asks. "I umm... I actually wanted to ask if you'd be down to have dinner with me tonight."
[ A/N : Thank you for reading. How was it so far? I'd love to know your thoughts! Good night and happy valentine's day once again! ]
"You're going on a what with him?" Jimin's sound blares through the speakers of Taehyung's phone. "Tae... you... what the actual fuck?" "He's not..." Taehyung shrugs, but the words die down on his tongue. "Fuck, what am I doing?"
"Exactly." Jimin says. "But like. Seriously? He asked you on a dinner date? That's... strange." "I know. Unusual." Taehyung says. Then, after a long pause. "Is it bad that I want to go?"
Jimin sighs. "Tae. I... I'm so worried." "It's okay." Taehyung says. "He's taking me to the Seoul Sky, can you imagine? I don't think he'd try to kill me or anything there–" Jimin sighs again. "Tae." He says. "Do you think he cares about the place and people?"
Taehyung remains silent. "I just... What if he drags you to the... The underworld?" Jimin says. Taehyung snorts. "Jimin." He says. "I think I already have my feet in it by now."
"I can pick you up from your home, if you want?" Jungkook's voice is gentle with him, his smile apparent even over the phone. But the idea of Jungkook stepping into his home? That's too much. Taehyung shouldn't be crossing that boundary with a mob boss. Not his home, at least.
Jungkook senses his discomfort, and immediately speaks up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to push your boundaries. I know you don't want me there. It's okay." He says. "Where can I pick you up from, then? Will the nearest bus station be okay?"
His consideration immediately makes Taehyung's heart melt a little, and he shuts his eyes and mentally lets out a curse. "Yeah..." Taehyung finally says. "That should be okay. Thank you." "And... Are you dressed already?" Jungkook asks. "Not yet." Taehyung answers. "Why?"
"Don't want to pressure you, but I think red would look really good on you." Jungkook says. "Okay...?" Taehyung says. "So?" Jungkook chuckles. "Come on, professor." He teases. "I know you're smarter than that."
The corners of Taehyung's lips lift slightly, and he can't help the way his heart flutters in his chest. "Whatever." He rolls his eyes, smile dripping into his words as well. "Hang up and let me get dressed." "Can't I stay on the phone while you do?" "Bye, Jungkook."
Jungkook looks at his watch, and then outside for the hundredth time to see if there's any sign of Taehyung yet. Finally, after waiting for ages, he can finally see a figure in the distance, the gait and silhouette similar to Taehyung's. Jungkook's smile grows.
From far away, all he can see is Taehyung's black suit, so his heart deflates a little because Taehyung didn't take his request into consideration. He even wore a red tie with his all black suit to match Taehyung's outfit.
But as Taehyung comes closer, Jungkook's smile grows again, and he leans backwards in his seat, waiting for Taehyung to come closer. The shirt he's wearing under his black suit jacket is indeed red, just like Jungkook requested. His heart swells in his chest.
"Hi." Jungkook greets as Jungkook gets into the car. "See? I was right. Red looks great on you." Taehyung bites back a smile as he settles into the passenger seat and shuts the car door. "You don't look too bad yourself."
"You wore it for me, didn't you?" Jungkook gently flicks Taehyung's chin. Taehyung swats his hand away. "I hadn't worn this shirt in a while, so I thought I might as well." Jungkook smiles and nods, looking ahead. "Professor." Jungkook starts the car. "You're such a bad liar."
[ These outfits but imagine Taekook being older, Taehyung keeping the glasses on, and Jungkook with fully black hair! ]
Only when they reach the restaurant and get off the car does Taehyung realise that there's a car right behind them, four men climbing out of it. Taehyung's brows draw closer in confusion and anxiety, when Jungkook squeezes his arm gently, and says. "Don't worry. They're my men."
"You brought your men to our date?" Taehyung asks. "They won't be prying." Jungkook tells him. "Just for our safety. But I'm glad you want privacy with me." Taehyung clears his throat. "Nothing like that." He says.
When they step in, Taehyung realises that the restaurant is uncharacteristically empty. "Funny. How is this place empty on Valentine's day?" Jungkook places his hand on the small of his back, and smiles. "I rented it out for as long as we're here, so nobody bothers us."
Taehyung tries not to gasp, but his eyes do widen a bit as Jungkook leads him towards a booth. "My men will be stationed at various places, and eat and also keep an eye out." Jungkook says. "And us – we'll sit in that private corner."
Taehyung looks to where he's pointing, and frankly, he feels his heartbeat accelerating. The corner is luxurious and guarded with curtains, and the thought of being with Jungkook there for a dinner date just makes him feel some kind of way.
"Come here, professor." Jungkook guides Taehyung towards one of the seats, and waits until he sits down. Then, instead of walking around the table, he sits down right next to Taehyung. Taehyung looks at him, surprised. "Why are you sitting here?" "Want to be close to you."
Taehyung looks away, and doesn't fight it. He doesn't fight the way his heart somersaults in his chest. Jungkook reaches out then, and gently takes Taehyung's hand in his. "Want to sit like this the whole time." Taehyung's heart skips another beat. "Okay." He gives in.
"What would you like to eat?" Jungkook asks, using his free hand to pull the menu closer. "Whatever you want, I'll have that too." Taehyung bites back a smile. "I'm not good at deciding. Please choose for both of us." Jungkook sighs. "Both of us." He smiles. "Us."
"You're so–" Taehyung chuckles, adjusting his glasses. "You're..." Jungkook rests his face in his palm, leaning on the table to stare at Taehyung. Reaching out, he takes his glasses off. "Even better without the glasses, like I said."
This time, Taehyung figures it's okay to tease Jungkook a little. "Why? Don't you like me with my glasses on?" Jungkook frowns. "I'd like you regardless of what you wear." He explains. Then, a small smile. "Or don't."
Taehyung looks his way, narrowing his eyes and pulling his hand out of Jungkook's, which makes him laugh as he holds on to Taehyung's wrist, and tugs it towards himself again. "Hey." Jungkook says. "Thank you for agreeing to come."
Taehyung shrugs. "Yeah, I... I didn't have any other plans, so." He really is bad at lying. Jungkook brings his hand up to caress Taehyung's cheek, staring fondly at him. "Even so, I'm thankful." Jungkook says. "I don't really go on... dates."
At that, Taehyung looks up at Jungkook, unreadable expressions on both their faces. After a pause, and thinking a bit, Taehyung says. "Okay. Let's make this date count, then." Jungkook smiles, and it's so, so soft. "Are you really a mob boss?" Taehyung asks him, chuckling.
Before Jungkook can answer, there's a voice from beyond the curtains. "Boss! There's someone trying to sneak up on you and the professor!" Taehyung watches Jungkook's face contort into something else, as he pulls out a gun and says with his brows drawn together. "Bring them."
Taehyung watches as Jungkook sounds angry, watches the side of him that he never shows to him. He's more interested in Jungkook right now than the intruder, eyes set on the gun. "Yep, good reminder." He says to himself. "I got my answer, thanks."
Jungkook's men draw the curtains, and bring in a short blonde man struggling in their grip, trying to fight them. "Let go, stupid cat-faced asshole!" "Boss, it's him." "Who are you?" Jungkook asks angrily. Taehyung's eyes go wide when he turns to look. "Jimin?!"
"Boss, he was using binoculars to try and peek." "Let. Go." Jimin elbows him. Jungkook raises the hand with the gun, perhaps to threaten Jimin, but Taehyung grabs his wrist, pulling it down. "Jungkook." He says. "That's my... best friend."
Jungkook looks at him, dropping his hand back to his side. "What?" Taehyung nods, and then looks at Jimin. "Jimin????" "Tae! I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Jimin says, still in Yoongi's chokehold. Taehyung thinks he might just melt into a puddle in his seat.
"He's not a threat." Taehyung says. "As you can see. Can you please ask him to release Jimin?" Jungkook looks at Yoongi, and nods once, and Yoongi lets go. Jimin turns to look at him, running his fingers through his hair, and makes a disgusted face.
He turns back around and takes Jungkook in, and then looks at Taehyung, smirking, trying to get his thoughts into Taehyung's head through telepathy. Taehyung bites back a smile. "This is Jungkook. And I'm... I'm absolutely fine. Don't worry."
He then turns to Jungkook. "Jungkook, can he join us?" Jungkook slowly turns his head, eyes narrowed at Taehyung. He leans in, and whispers. "Oh. Now it's not a problem if people join us for our date, hm, professor?"
Jungkook turns to look at Jimin, and smiles. "Since you're professor's best friend, I must treat you well. Min, you accompany him to dinner. It's my treat, Jimin-ssi." Jimin turns to look at Yoongi, and back at Jungkook. "Why this one? He's mean."
"You can go with Kim." He points at Namjoon. But Jimin rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'll go with him. Buy me the best food for whatever I was just put through." They draw the curtains closed again, and walk away. Jungkook looks at Taehyung. "Can we please order now?"
The dinner goes surprisingly well. Too well, actually. Jungkook turns out to be very chatty, telling him about his hobbies and interests, but he's very careful about the information he reveals. He tactfully hides details of the work he does, and Taehyung is okay with that.
He tells Jungkook about himself too, and even tells him details of his breakup, and Jungkook almost pulls out his gun again, vowing to scare Kyujoon out of the city. Taehyung gets a good laugh out of it, his heart swelling in his chest despite himself.
Every now and then, Jungkook tries feeding him, and even though Taehyung doesn't do the same, he accepts the food Jungkook offers. Jungkook seems content with that, smiling throughout and reminding Taehyung several times that he looks very handsome.
Taehyung enjoys the dinner date so much, that when it's finally time to go... he wishes he could stay longer. But to put it out there verbally, he doesn't think he can. Doesn't know how to say it to Jungkook. So he lets it be.
When Jungkook drives him back and reaches the nearest bus station to Taehyung's apartment, he seems reluctant to stop driving. "Can I drive you home?" Jungkook turns to him and asks. "It's pretty late. I promise I won't go right next to your house. Just a few meters away."
Taehyung feels bad, but this is a big line to cross. For now, he thinks it's okay to allow Jungkook what he's requesting. "Okay." He nods, then teases. "But don't ask for more later."
Jungkook smiles, and drives on. Taehyung is shocked how he doesn't even have to guide him. Just how good are his connections for him to have that kind of precise information? It blows Taehyung's mind and scares him, but he's already dived into this whole thing, so he just sighs.
As promised, Jungkook stops just a few meters away from Taehyung's apartment. He turns to look at him, and smiles. By now, Taehyung knows that smile. He wants something. "Kiss me before you go." Jungkook says. "Won't you?"
Taehyung looks at him, trying his best to stop the stupid smile that keeps growing on his lips. "I already kissed you thrice this evening." "So what?" Jungkook says, curling his fingers around Taehyung's wrist and pulling him towards himself. "This one will be a goodnight kiss."
With his heart hammering inside his chest, Taehyung leans in, and presses a quick kiss to Jungkook's lips. As soon as he pulls back, Jungkook frowns, and tugs on his wrist again. "Come back here, please. A little more."
This time, Taehyung properly cups his face and pulls him closer, slotting his parted lips against Jungkook's. He kisses him for a good minute, before pulling back. "Happy now?" Taehyung asks, smiling. "Goodnight now."
Taehyung unlocks the car door on his side and pushes it open. He puts one leg outside the car when Jungkook sighs behind him. "Sad to see you go." Taehyung's shoulders start to shake as he chuckles silently. "Why are you like this, Jungkook?"
"What? I mean it." Jungkook says. "I had a great time with you. And I'm so happy you decided to say yes to dinner with me." Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand and brings it closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. "Goodnight, professor."
Taehyung's heart somersaults inside his chest again, and he can't help but let himself be floored by this man in front of him. Mob boss? Who cares? He's hot, and he's so nice to him, and Taehyung's heart does funny things when he's around.
Taehyung thinks to himself that he really must have gone crazy, as he thinks about it. But he finds that he really wants to do it. Looking at his apartment, and back at Jungkook, he finally asks. "My place is right there. Do you... Do you want to go inside with me?"
[ A/N : Thank you so much for reading and interacting! I hope you liked tonight's update. I would love to hear from you. Good night! ]
Jungkook turns to him, brows slightly quirked in question, and the corners of his lips pulling up in a sweet smile. "Did you just ask me to accompany you into your apartment?" Taehyung nods. Jungkook shakes his head. "It's okay, professor. Please don't feel obliged to."
"No, it's not that, umm." Taehyung says. "I uhh, I'd like it if you come inside." Jungkook slides his fingers along the steering wheel, taking in the words. Then, a few moments later, he turns to look at Taehyung, a small smile on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah." Taehyung looks away, and crosses his arms, trying hard to hide the smile that threatens to show on his face. "Rea–" "Okay." Jungkook says before Taehyung can even finish his sentence, and is opening the car door. "Let's go right now."
Taehyung's shoulders shake as he stifles a laugh, and gets out of the car. Jungkook holds his hand out for Taehyung to take, and Taehyung looks around to make sure nobody's around before he takes it. "This means more kisses, right?" Jungkook asks. "Shut up."


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