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It started quite innocently really, on New Year's Eve.
Now every other year, Jungkook had spent New Year's with his friends or family. But at the end of 2019, he found himself surrounded by near strangers on a rooftop bar in Itaewon.
Fairy lights were strung up between lanterns, tables littered with half empty drinks. Electric heaters hung above the crowd on metal railings disguised under green vines. A tall DJ booth stood near the entrance, so it could look down onto the whole assembly. The whole establishment was theirs to use, so they got progressively drunk, the whole office did, all sixty of them. His boss was sat on a chair with their head of HR on her lap, the woman’s tongue down her throat. Camera flashes and wolf whistles filled the air, the simmering feel of drunkedness taking over them all.
He'd come in his suit but by now his jacket was lost somewhere, tie loosened and resting over his white shirt which probably had one too many buttons undone. And frankly? He couldn't care less. It was one hour to midnight, and here he was, sipping on a cup of some alcoholic mix he couldn't even name, vision blurring and surrounded by co-workers he didn't care about. And of course, he was there.
Kim Taehyung. Goddamn Kim Taehyung. They worked in the same department but never really spoke, not even near water coolers or during lunches. To be fair, Jungkook was very reserved (when alcohol wasn't involved) and he avoided the social butterfly like the plague.
He'd noticed Taehyung on his first day, had seen him chatting with anyone and everyone, his laughter regularly filling the office, flashes of rectangular grins haunting Jungkook's dreams. But it wasn't just that, it was the way he'd approached him on that first day, friendly, open, flirty.
Jungkook had absolutely gay panicked. He'd pretty much run away from him, and since then he'd avoided the man like his life depended on it. Never got caught staring at him, but that's exactly what he did.
He didn't even realise it had become a habit, his eyes naturally drifting to the man whenever he entered a room, roaming over his ever-evolving wardrobe of tightly fitted suits. It was torture. No ass had ever looked as good as Kim Taehyung's did. And when he stood up during meetings in those delectably tight fits, voice leaden with confidence, it did things to him. The man was smart, a quick thinker, and that only tortured him more.
But Jungkook was shy, and he'd definitely missed whatever time window is socially acceptable to introduce yourself to someone. So yes, he leant against the bar, unknown drink in hand, staring as Kim Taehyung swayed on the dance floor, his ass somehow always pointing in his direction, the curve of his back mouth-watering, the outline of his profile as he licked his lips too many times to count positively sinful.
Kim Taehyung was pure temptation in human form. But Jungkook was a chicken; not good enough for a human.
It was twenty minutes to midnight when their boss managed to wrestle her way out from under the head of HR. She stood up and called for attention, the music dimming to a dull background thumping. She made some meaningless toast, followed by a reminder that this was a good time to settle on a New Year's resolution. It made Jungkook scoff.
But then he was drunk and lonely and it had been that way for a while now. His friends were slowly settling down around him, and yet here he was, at an office party for one of the biggest nights of the year. Actually, the last few months had been so similar. Endless nights spent being ditched by his friends in nightclubs, stumbling home with random strangers whom he would kick out come morning, not remember their names.
'Alright,' he thought. 'Maybe this year I'll try to get a relationship... it's been years and I have no fucking clue how to do it, but yeah. Maybe Jin hyung will stop bugging me then.'
How the fuck was he supposed to do that though? All he knew about was one night flings, couldn't remember his last date. Ten minutes to midnight and he downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, hissing at the bitter aftertaste.
'Fine, no more one night stands. This year, I'm not hooking up with anyone until we've been on like... five dates.'
Urgh, five dates. This was going to be hell. But what would be worse would be him showing up to all his friends' weddings without a partner. He could sense it on the horizon, he already knew Jimin was shopping around for a ring.
Five minutes to midnight and he walked off. Didn't want to be in the middle of a crowd when the clock struck twelve. He was well aware of how his drunk self acted, like a polar opposite of his normally incredibly shy self. So he wandered past the DJ, onto that thin part of the roof with a wall on one side and a view of the bustling city on the other. Jungkook leaned onto the fairy-light covered railing and sighed.
"So, what's your New Year's resolution?" a voice said from his left.
Someone joined him, arms crossing over the barrier, hands glittering with rings. His white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing honey golden skin pulled taught over prominent veins. Jungkook swallowed, letting his eyes wander up.
Kim Taehyung was smirking back at him, soft hazelnut hair falling down over one eye. He looked like a goddamn anime character, incredibly unfairly so.
But Jungkook was way too in awe to answer. His usual self would have bolted already, but he was drunk, pissed really. And so he smiled back, letting just a glimpse of his teeth show.
"You first," he said, and he thanked every drink in his system for how steady his voice sounded.
Taehyung hummed cheekily.
"Nuh-uh Bunny Boy, I asked first."
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at that, unintentionally standing straight again, the muscles in his chest pulling taught. He watched with glee as the other ran the tip of a tongue over his lips, eyes wandering down. What he was about to say was definitely going to kill that look. But he was drunk, drunk Jungkook was an honest motherfucker.
"No more one night stands," he said. "Gotta get a relationship and all that, you know?"
And surprisingly, Taehyung was still looking at him like he was a whole meal, leaning comfortable on one elbow, resting on the railing like this was a photoshoot. It made his curves stand out more than ever, the line of his hip curving into the swell of his trousers.
"What about you?" Jungkook asked, unable to tear his eyes away.
"Me? I believe in finding a relationship through sex."
Jungkook's eyes went wide and he did his best to not choke on his own saliva.
"Got to make sure you've got that physical connection, you know?" Taehyung smirked at him, finally standing straight again, and suddenly he was way too close. Even took one step closer. Jungkook smelled vanilla and rum, something intoxicating which made his mouth water.
It took everything he had to hold back the moan building in his chest. The sight of golden collarbones peaking out from the others undone shirt was driving him insane. Heat pooled in his stomach, spilled into his words unintentionally.
"What I meant," he said, and it was lower this time, made Taehyung's smirk grow, "was my New Year's resolution is no more one night stands. What's yours?"
"Mine?" Taehyung grinned this time, and he took one final step closer.
The tips of their shoes knocked together and Jungkook breathed in air saturated with sweet perfume. It made him dizzy. Up close, he could see the mirth swimming in the others' eyes, the angular line of his jaw, soft skin and the tiniest of moles on the tip of his nose. That birth mark taunted him, he thought, not realising his tongue had darted out to lick his lips. His gaze narrowed in on those pairs of lips, smiling up at him as Taehyung spoke, his words smooth like water.
"My resolution is to break yours."
What.
Jungkook peered up through hooded eyes, taken aback, searching those eyes for an explanation. But Taehyung looked at him like he was going to devour him. And then he did.
Took one step forward, his knee nudging Jungkook's legs apart, pressing his crotch flush against Jungkook's suit-clad thigh, fingers trailing up his chest sinfully. Moving softly but nails catching through the fabric, running over covered nipples on their way up and up, robbing him of breath. Those same fingers threaded through his hair and Jungkook was pulled forward. Engulfed.
Taehyung lips took his shamelessly. They slotted together and warmth ran through him at the taste of strawberry, at the feeling of hands tugging at his hair every so slightly. Then a lick, kittenish against the seam of his mouth.
All inhibitions disappeared as his hands flew up to wrap around that waist he had stared at endlessly. Lips parting hungrily and tongues colliding, slipping and sliding together, drawing moans from each other. His hands gripped onto slender hips, feeling soft flesh moulding around his grip, his teeth crazing at a bottom lip and pulling it slightly, earning himself a whine before he licked into Taehyung's mouth again.
Jungkook’s hands slipped down, unbidden and grasped that plump ass he'd had literal daydreams of. And oh dear lord it was so soft, malleable as he pulled the man closer, pressing is own leg between those thighs so they could rut against each other.
Jungkook pulled back at the sudden friction, gasping, sucking up the thin line of saliva which he'd left behind. He opened his eyes to the sight of Taehyung panting, eyes hooded and irises huge, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
"Why'd you stop?" Taehyung mewled, and he sounded so sinfully fucked already, all Jungkook wanted was to hear that same voice mumble his name over and over.
"It's nearly midnight," he murmured back, in the distance people were chanting down to midnight already. "Gotta keep my New Year's resolution."
"No, no you don't..." Taehyung shook his head vehemently. "No one ever keeps their resolutions!"
Maybe if he was sober, Jungkook would have pondered those words, would have liked to delve into conversations about belief systems and the human psyche. But he was dizzy from that all-consuming kiss, mind half-way round the world at this point, barely focussing on standing and breathing. Heat was coursing through him and his slacks were painfully tight were Taehyung's thigh was still pressed against them.
"Besides," Taehyung whispered, pressing himself as close as possible, shifting his leg in that devilish way which set Jungkook on fire. His mouth was close to ear now, teeth playing with the hoops threaded there, pulling just enough for it to sends shivers down his neck. "I need someone to kiss at midnight."
At that precise moments, midnight struck, as if Kim Taehyung had planned it perfectly, and maybe he had. Jungkook didn't care. Fireworks exploded in the sky behind him and the loud sounds covered up his growl as his hands tightening around that ass, lifting Taehyung up so his legs wrapped around his middle and he slammed their mouths together. Turned to press him into the wall, careful but unforgiving as he bit down on Taehyung's bottom lip, hands groping freely.
Office clothes did nothing to hide their erections now, and Jungkook moved one arm under the man at his mercy, so he was carrying him with just that. Brought the other to press against the outline of his hard cock, and it made Taehyung pull his mouth away from his with a whine, his head pressing against the stone. His neck arched beautifully and Jungkook couldn't help it, licked a long strip up the expanse of skin, stopping only so he could nibble marks into him.
"You're so strong, what the fuck..." Taehyung ground out, and it made Jungkook chuckle against his neck, sucking still.
"What was it you called me earlier?" he answered, voice thick. "Bunny Boy? What should I call you then?"
"Oh my god Jeon, I honestly don't fucking care what you call me as long as you take me home to call me it."
Another growl, whispered right into Taehyung's ear as Jungkook ran his teeth over its shell.
"My flat is half an hour away..." he said, New Years resolutions truly forgotten at this point. "Yours?"
"Further," Taehyung groaned, annoyed. "But you know what's nearby?"
Jungkook pulled back slightly, just far enough to capture that wicked mouth in his, tongue lapping inside, drunk on the taste of strawberries. Fingers pulled at his hair to separate them, but it only stoked the fire in the pit of his stomach.
Then a whisper.
"The office... it's empty right now."
"Holy shit," he swore, breathless, his hand pressing into the bulge beneath it, pulling another whine from the gorgeous man pressed into the brick. "Yeah, okay. Let's go."
He let him down slowly, keeping their bodies tangled together as he did, so that they were still flush against each other, rock hard cocks brushing, separated only by fabric. Jungkook leant into him one last time, parting Taehyung's lips with his, languorous lick pressing against his tongue.
"I swear Bunny Boy, if you don't move now I'm going to have you take me right here on this terrace," Taehyung muttered against his lips, nails digging into his shoulders.
The way to the office would be a ten minute walk, but their jackets were lost in the crowded bar and they couldn't deal with parting long enough to look for them. So they ran. To their office building through the winter air, free and laughing and alcohol burning off in the effort.
They stumbled through the front doors, hand in hand as Taehyung dragged him to the lifts, pressing the button so a set of metal doors opened. But with the alcohol starting to dissipate in the adrenaline, Jungkook felt his shyness rear its ugly head.
Yet once they stepped into the elevator it disappeared. Taehyung had stepped in ahead of him, pulling him in, and slammed his hand on the second floor button. Then he was all over him, pushing him into the mirror, mouthing hungrily at his neck hands wandering and grazing tantalisingly over his crotch.
"Such a tease..." Jungkook muttered, and he was answered with the sexiest chuckle ever.
Kim Taehyung’s baritone voice was going to be the absolute end of him, he thought as the doors pinged open. And again, he was pulled forward, but not by his hand this time. Oh no, Taehyung had grabbed his tie and yanked him forward, walking backwards so he could stare into his eyes, and Jungkook followed like a pup, mesmerised.
Around them stood the sixty odd cubicles they were used to seeing day in day out, except now they were empty, phones silent, lights off, the air hanging around them silently.
"Good boy..." Taehyung smirked at him, and the challenging light in his eyes snapped something in him.
Jungkook sprung forwards, arms catching their prey and wrapping around his waist, down the curve of his ass, squeezing, faces right up against each others', breaths mingling.
"Kiss me," Taehyung asked.
"No," Jungkook answered, grinning.
Then his hands were untucking Taehyung's shirt, ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere as his hands ran over soft stomach and up, thumbs running over two perked up nipples. Taehyung keened under the attention, still he walked backwards and Jungkook followed.
Their feet shuffled against worn carpet, all the way to Taehyung's desk, losing their shoes on the way, kicked off and abandoned. Jungkook stared at the exposed honey skin of his chest as Taehyung leaned over, fumbling through the top draw. Impatient, Jungkook stepped forward, grabbing hips and pressing himself against the others plush backside. Felt his cock fit perfectly in that space as he ran his hands down those thighs then back over the front of Taehyung's trousers, pressing onto his blatant erection as the man finally retrieved a bottle of lube and a couple of shimmering wrappers.
"You always keep those in your draw do you, Kim?"
"Why, you jealous, Jeon?"
"No," he muttered back into the shell of his ear, hips rolling up between the other's ass cheeks. Didn't know where the courage came from but the words just tumbled out by themselves. "After me, you won't want anyone else, I have no reason to be jealous."
Taehyung peered over his shoulder, hooded eyes roaming over his face, biting his lower lip, and Jungkook stared at it hungrily.
"Is that a promise?"
Jungkook's grip tightened on the other's hips and spun him, not leaving any space between them. Stepped forward and pressed him into his desk, spilling pen pots over, the monitor toppling sideways, tongues meeting again in hurried strokes, noses bumping and hips grinding together relentlessly.
"Where?" he panted.
"Conference room?"
Taehyung looked ungodly with his hair mussed up and kiss-swollen lips. Jungkook didn't think he'd ever been this painfully hard before, couldn't wait much longer so he leant down and hooked one arm under the man's knees and lifted him. Taehyung burst into pearls of laughter as he was princess carried down the hall, Jungkook's long strides jostling him but still he laughed, and Jungkook grinned back.
For this was a man he had genuinely had a crush on for so long that his giggles echoed inside his own chest like fireworks.
The conference room overlooked the office space, entirely glass walls giving way to a single oval table surrounded by chairs. Jungkook pushed the door open with one foot, and the second he was inside, their hilarity gave way again to that burning energy, all encompassing.
Taehyung fumbled with Jungkook's shirt as he was lowered onto the table, knees parting for legs and Jungkook was in that space again, hands running over the bare skin of Taehyung's back, kissing the slope of his neck mindlessly.
A hand settled on his chest, pushing slightly, and Jungkook pulled back, confused.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Taehyung smirked at him, and Jungkook answered in kind.
His hands went up to the buttons, but he was interrupted.
"Wait!"
Jungkook tilted his head, confused.
"Take it off..."
"I'm trying to," he laughed.
"Not like that," Taehyung bit his lip, eyelids heavy. "The way you took mine off."
Jungkook lifted a cocky eyebrow, then jerked his hands apart, and the buttons flew off, the shirt falling to the floor just as Taehyung growled.
"So fucking strong," he whispered, and it made Jungkook preen under that look.
Made his hands slow, sensual as they reconnected at Taehyung's knees, running up and up, too slowly, all the way to the waistband of his trousers. Fingers tickled along the skin of his hips, and Taehyung sighed, letting his neck fall back. Jungkook gulped, unable to believe that this man, this unbelievably gorgeous man was literally putty under his fingers, right here in their office, legs open to him and so pliable.
He unzipped him, hand roaming backwards again as he placed hot open-mouthed kisses against Taehyung's exposed throat, fingers slipping under fabric and cupping soft skin. He pulled trousers and underwear off in one fell swoop, and Taehyung gasped.
"Really?"
“I’m a little impatient," Jungkook smirked against his lips as he dove forward to capture him again.
"Still... too many... clothes, Jeon."
So he stepped back and undid his belt, slowly, staring, got rid of everything he was wearing, right there in their office, until he reached his tie.
"No..." Taehyung said, voice ruined as he took in the sight. "Leave the tie on."
For a second they just stared, eyes roaming and hungry, curious, and Jungkook chuckled mirthlessly.
"What?" Taehyung asked, one leg propped up on a chair, sprawled out confidently, his hard dick resting against his stomach.
"Nothing..." Jungkook bit his lip. "It's just I've pictured you naked so many times and yet you're still more beautiful than anything I ever imagined."
Taehyung blushed suddenly, and Jungkook grinned, striding forward.
"Absolutely gorgeous, so pretty."
And it’s clear the way Taehyung was enjoying this, goosebumps rising on his skin as Jungkook skimmed his skin softly, kissing his shoulder, trailing down and lapping his tongue over a raised nipple. A shudder ran through the man underneath him, one hand sinking into his hair.
He'd dreamt about this for a while now, daydreamed of spreading Taehyung over this very table as he did his presentations, so he licked his way down hungrily, until he was on his knees and kissing his way back up the inside of a soft thigh.
Taehyung started breathing in small pants as he kissed closer, skipping over the puckered whole so clearly presented, butterfly pecks landing on the base of his cock. The hand in his hair tightened as he licked up in one go, all the way to the tip and he engulfed it all into his mouth, sinking back down, pulling a shivering moan from the man under his control.
This is how Jungkook loved to do it, taking in the man until his dick hit the back of his throat and he hummed around the length. Went back up and licked at the slit, tasting salty precum and oh my god it shouldn't taste good but it did, definitely did.
"Oh god Jungkook..."
He hummed again, hollowing his cheeks and sinking back down, fingers wandering under they found that hole again, soft and waiting. Slid his finger over it and it made Taehyung shudder. Jungkook grasped for the lube and flicked the cap open, still bobbing up and down and suddenly relinquished his hold, let Taehyung's dick bounce back onto his stomach.
"Don't get too close for me, baby," he said, squeezing cold lube onto his fingers and rubbing one digit over his asshole again. "Still got a long ways to go, hmm?"
Then he sunk it in, groaning when he felt heat suck at his finger, and Taehyung made a sound straight from hell. Jungkook couldn't help it, raised his other hand to his own throbbing cock and gripped it, smearing precum so there would be glide, pulling one hand in and out of Taehyung. He slipped a second finger in just when Taehyung was opening his mouth to complain, and it made the man's legs shiver.
The room was lit, but everything else was dark, glass wall behind him reminding him that they could get caught at any moment. It was New Years, no one should be here, but the danger felt real.
"Faster," Taehyung whined, so he pumped his fingers, curling them upwards and his back arched, arms bracing themselves on the solid surface, filth spilling from his lips.
As the sounds rose higher he pulled his fingers out and pushed back in with three, lube dripping down onto the table, spreading around his hole. Jungkook licked it off, wherever it spilled onto cheeks. Then stood up, pulled Taehyung off the desk and onto shaking legs, bringing their chests flush against each other.
"You okay, baby?" he smiled against his lips, hands slipping down his back, teasing over the swell of his ass.
"Yeah..." he was breathless, addictive. "How do you want me?"
"Mm... always pictured you bent over this very table, you know."
And Taehyung licked his own lips, leaving a sheen of saliva that had Jungkook staring, hungry. Then Taehyung left a peck on his lips and spun, hands splaying across the hard surface, lying his chest against the table, ass coming up into the air and Jungkook groaned at the sight. Pretty pink whole displayed like a goddamn landing strip.
"Don't make me wait, Jeon."
"Need a condom first," he said, fumbling for the small silver squares.
"Take your time," Taehyung smirked. "I'll just be here... waiting."
The way the words were said... it made Jungkook turn around. Only to be greeted with the sight of Taehyung, reaching back, his arched back glinting with sweat from running and from foreplay. He was three fingers deep into himself, thrusting in and out, depraved moans leaving his lips. Then he glanced his way and Jungkook rushed to put the condom on, striding over and slapping the hand away.
"You're being a brat," he ground out, before slapping the ass raised just for him, hard.
Taehyung cried out, but it wasn't pained, was rather strangled and surprised.
"You going to do that again, kitten?"
"N-no... I'll be good."
He grabbed the hips before him, pinned them to the table softly, pushing Taehyung into his own erection and causing a moan.
"Because if fingers are good enough for you..."
He lined his straining cock with Tae's puckered hole.
"Oh my god Jeon, please, please just..."
He was cut off as Jungkook sunk himself into his heat, slowly but purposefully, sinking further and further until he bottomed out and Taehyung gasped for air.
"Fuck.." he whined, causing Jungkook to worry,
"You okay kitten?" he ran soft, comforting hands over Taehyung's ass, soothing the hand mark left there from earlier.
"Yeah..." Tae breathed out. "I'm actually really... really fucking good just... urgh just move."
"Move what?"
Silence for a beat, as Tae wiggled his hips, seeking friction but Jungkook tightened his grip, kept him steady.
"Urgh, PLEASE JEON!"
And who was he to say no? He pulled out and slammed back in, unable to stop his own voice as he watched. Pulling back out and his cock disappeared between those gorgeous cheeks. Couldn't hold back anymore so he picked up pace, slamming in and out, rocking Taehyung into the table, pulling moan after moan from the beautiful man. Grit his teeth at the sight of him spreading his legs as far as they would go, hair falling into his face in a mess, open mouth drooling into the table.
"Feel good, kitten?"
"So... so good" Taehyung answered, being rocked forward with every thrust, his dick trapped and rubbing against the conference desk.
Then an arm reached backwards and Taehyung caught the tie still hanging from Jungkook's neck, wrapped it around his hand. He spoke through thrusts and unintentional moans.
"Whatever... I do... Don't ... stop."
Then he pulled himself up by the tie, Jungkook's back straining but still pumping in and out of him and oh god that was the hottest thing anyone had ever done, as Tae's head fell back into his shoulder, spine arched so Jungkook could still pound into him. The angle brought a new wave of sounds from the man in Jungkook's arms, and he had to bite into Tae's shoulder at the sudden cries which filled the room.
"Shit- Jeon- "
He spun them round and pressed Taehyung up against the glass window, cold surface meeting the tip of his dick. It made Taehyung shudder, Jungkook's cock still all the way up inside of him. But now he stopped, spreading kisses over the shell of his ear, pulling out slowly, oh so slowly.
"Enjoying yourself Kitten?"
Taehyung wasn't speaking as he pushed his cock back in slowly, like torture, mouth open but vocal cords out of business. So he nodded furiously, glancing as best he could over his shoulder.
Fucking hell Kim Taehyung was the most gorgeous sight, with eyes half closed, lips soaked with saliva, face flushed. And sliding in and out of him was possibly the best feeling Jungkook had ever had. Slowly, languorously as Taehyung started begging. Begging for more, whining 'faster, faster, faster' until Jungkook was pounding into him once more. Sweat trickled down his face and he couldn't care, heat tugging at his stomach, every part of him tingling in building ecstasy.
Couldn't stop for anything at this point, felt too insanely good, grabbing those hips and pulling into him with every thrust. Taehyung's chanting changed.
"Close... close... Jeon!"
"Yeah... baby I know," he panted, sinking, sinking, sinking into that tight hole.
So good, so close, could feel the familiar burning between his thighs, begging for release.
"Cum for me baby..." he hissed. "You've been so good for me, so so pretty. Cum for me Kitten."
It was nearly instantaneous. Walls clenched down around him like a vice grip and pushed him over the edge. Jungkook rode the mind blowing orgasm, thrusting erratically, watching with beyond lewd thoughts as Taehyung painted the glass white.
He worked them both through their orgasms, until they were twitching from oversensitivity and slid out one last time. Couldn't end it like that though, so he turned Taehyung round gently, then pressed his lips against his, kissing slowly. Then because it felt like the right thing to say, he spoke.
"I'm starting my New Year's resolution tomorrow."
And Taehyung, finally regaining steady breathing, tutted at him.
"We'll see about that, Bunny Boy."
"You could always go on five dates with me."
It had taken everything Jungkook had to say those words, for as he came down from whatever heavenly plane he'd been stuck on, so his shyness returned too. But he'd had Kim Taehyung once, and he really didn't think he could go on without knowing he would have him again. The man was still pressed up against him, and he knocked their noses together playfully.
"I am not waiting five dates with you to have you again. I've waited long enough already... but you know, I like this Jungkook. I was hoping you would stop running from me some day."
"Alcohol does things to me," he muttered, embarrassed, feeling a blush coming on.
"Good to know," Taehyung chuckled in that baritone voice again. "How does next week-end sound?"
"For what?"
"Our first date, Bunny Boy."
Then Taehyung was giggling at him, knocking his chin up with one finger, and pecking his lips one last time.
"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, by the way. Now come on, it's freezing in here."
And so it was. Jungkook hadn't even noticed, but now he remembered it was the middle of winter and although the building was still heated, all of their clothes were either torn or abandoned haphazardly on the carpet. Oh and the glass was... well if it could think it would be traumatised.
They set about looking presentable again, and although they felt much more sober now, Jungkook called a cab for them. Tae disappeared to the underground car park while he did his best to clean the traces they'd left behind. When the man returned, he was wearing a soft blue jumper and Jungkook nearly whined at how soft he suddenly looked. And as he fell into bed later, wrapped in an identical pastel pink sweater, he dreamed of tearing that off him too.
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