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Private Requests - Chapter 22
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*a requested work
sorry I was a little late in updating it , I even almost forgot about until I was updating my other taekook novel and the request came in my mind , I am sorry I don’t remember it perfectly but it was something about jealous taehyung and vkook ,so here I wrote one ,hope you like it 😉🌈🤭
“Baby, hurry up! We’re gonna be late!”
Ugh. Taehyung rolls his eyes while working on the final touches of his makeup. “I can’t be rushed when I’m getting ready, Gukkie, you know that.”
Jeongguk pokes his head from outside the door of their walk-in closet with an apologetic smile on his face, “I know baby, but we’re already two hours late and if you keep being that slow, the party will be long over when we arrive.”
“We’re fashionably late, love. Besides,” Taehyung side-eyes Jeongguk, seductively running his Chanel burgundy gloss through his plush lips, “You don’t rush art.”
Taehyung pushes his chair away and stands in front of his vanity mirror to inspect his makeup, making sure everything looks flawless. Ever the perfectionist, Taehyung never arrives at a party looking anything less than a perfect 10—everyone knows that. And knowing his boyfriend was still watching him from behind, Taehyung—the biggest tease and brat that Jeongguk has ever met—uses his arm as support and moves closer to the mirror, making sure Jeongguk notices the way he bends over the table a little lower than he had to.
And of course, Jeongguk notices. He trails his eyes from Taehyung’s curled, blonde locks, all the way down to the exquisite curve of his spine, to the dip right before Taehyung’s favorite asset—his ***. Jeongguk ignores how his knees feel weak for a few seconds as he walks over to his boyfriend, observing his curves in all the right places. When he reaches his boyfriend, he carefully places both arms on the blonde’s waist, hugging him from the back.
“Taehyungie…” Jeongguk whispers, touching the tip of his nose on the shell of Taehyung’s ear, making him shiver, “You’re making me want you.”
Taehyung bites on his lower lip and smirks, looking at Jeongguk through the mirror. “Don’t you always?”
“Always.” Jeongguk nuzzles Taehyung’s neck, nose heavy with his boyfriend’s lavender perfume, “And I want you right now, but… we have to go, baby.”
Taehyung pouts, “Fine. But before we go, tell me—how do I look?”
Jeongguk observes his boyfriend through the mirror. Taehyung was wearing a black tube top, high waisted skin-tight leather pants that perfectly accentuates his ***, black high heeled-boots, and a black YSL leather jacket. He made sure to match Jeongguk who was also wearing an all-black ensemble—black turtleneck, black ripped jeans, black Doc Martens, and of course—a matching black YSL leather jacket.
“You look perfect, baby,” Jeongguk plants a soft kiss on Taehyung’s neck, letting his lips linger longer than it had to. “You always do.”
Taehyung flashes his boxy smile, cheeks blooming a deep red. “You look just as perfect, love, even better than I do. You know,” he traces small circles on Jeongguk’s muscular thighs, “it’s honestly taking all of me not to drag your hot *** to the bed right now and—“
“That’s enough baby, I don’t want to talk about that because if we do, you know very well we’ll end up just ditching the party.” Jeongguk recalls the amount of times they’ve skipped on going to parties because they couldn’t get their hands off each other while getting ready. Because honestly, who the **** would be able to resist when your boyfriend is Kim-fucking-Taehyung? If Jeongguk could keep his hands on Taehyung all day everyday, he would—and getting ready for parties are always an excuse. Let’s just say that instead of dressing up, they preferred dressing down.
“Why do we need to go to this party? I don’t even wanna go.”
“Because it’s Sejin-ssi’s party, baby. He’s my dad’s closest friend, he literally runs our company with my parents and I practically grew up around him, you know that. Besides, he rented the entire club so we only have to show up for two hours tops and then we can leave. I promise.”
“I know, I don’t have a problem with Sejin baby, you know that… it’s something else.” Jeongguk lifts his brow quizzically, clueless as to what Taehyung’s talking about. Taehyung continues, “You-know-who’s gonna be there and I don’t wanna see her.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. Even thinking about her gets his blood boiling.
“Uh, babe… Who?” Jeongguk looks at Taehyung curiously.
“Don’t make me say her name, Jeongguk. You know who I’m talking about.”
Jeongguk chuckles, widening his eyes, “Jiyeon?”
Taehyung turns his entire body around to face Jeongguk and raises a hand to smack his boyfriend’s arm. “Don’t say that bitch’s name inside our home!”
Jeongguk chuckles, “Baby, come on. You’re being dramatic! She’s there because Sejin-ssi’s her dad. She obviously can’t skip that party.”
Taehyung gasps. “I’m being dramatic? Well,” Taehyung’s voice drips with sarcasm, “I’m sorry if I don’t want to see the girl who cheated on you with your college best friend, Jeongguk.”
“Tae, that was two years ago. I know it fucking sucked but we’re fine now! It doesn’t matter, I don’t even think about that anymore.” Jeongguk moves a stray hair away from Taehyung’s eyes.
“That’s exactly what’s weird about it, baby. Why would you still remain friends with her? It’s just weird. I talked about it with Jimin and he agrees that it’s weird, you know.”
Jeongguk sighs. “We’re not friends, Tae. We don’t even hang out or talk anymore. We only have small talk when we see each other at parties, that’s it.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “Nothing more.”
“But everytime you see each other, she literally ignores me and flirts with you. Right in front of me. I’m just really patient, Gukkie, but if she pulls the same shit tonight and I get pissed,” Taehyung moves closer, ghosting his lips on the base of Jeongguk’s ear and whispers, “I’ll make her realize who you belong to.”
Jeongguk tries to ignore the blood rushing through his veins because—holy shit that was fucking hot. However, he knows not to encourage his boyfriend, because, well—Taehyung’s cute when he’s jealous, but he knows very well that if he doesn’t reassure his boyfriend and calm him down now, Taehyung’s capable of doing something rash if Jiyeon manages to piss him off later. Taehyung’s scared off countless people—both men and women—that have tried to flirt with Jeongguk in bars before. Taehyung’s greedy. He doesn’t share his things, and if he doesn’t share his things, just imagine how greedy he is when it comes to his boyfriend. Taehyung is patient and he rarely gets jealous, but he doesn’t tolerate anyone who disrespects him by flirting with his boyfriend right in front of him. Many have tried and failed, and Jeongguk knows that if he does the same to Jiyeon, it will surely reach Sejin-ssi, and, of course, his parents. And that’s bad news.
Jeongguk gently places his hands on Taehyung’s waist and pulls him closer, touching the tip of their noses together, looking straight into his eyes, “Taehyung, don’t mind her. I literally could not care less about her anymore. I never hang out with her, I never meet up with her, I never see her, I never talk to her, I never even think about her. That relationship is long over. I only have eyes for one person now, and he’s standing right in front of me.”
Taehyung’s cheeks burn in burgundy as Jeongguk pulls him closer, closing the gap between them. The share a sweet kiss for a few seconds until Jeongguk pulls away, placing a soft kiss on Taehyung’s forehead before he speaks. “Now can we go?”
Loud electronic music blares from the club’s speakers as Jeongguk and Taehyung sit in the VIP area, sipping from their drinks while Jimin tries to convince them to take one more shot.
“Guys, come on! You’re such killjoys,” Jimin whines, holding two bottles of Jose Cuervo in both of his hands, tiny as they are.
“Killjoys?! We’ve literally drank at least 10 shots each, Jimin! I’m feeling hella fucking buzzed already,” Jeongguk keeps his hands around Taehyung’s waist, nuzzling in his boyfriend’s neck as he spoke.
“Tae, come on! It’s our first time drinking in like a month. Plus, you just renewed your modeling contract so that’s a cause for celebration! Come on Taehyungieee…” Jimin pleaded.
Taehyung chuckles. “Fine. I’ll drink if he drinks,” Taehyung bargains, motioning toward Jeongguk, who was clinging to him like he always does when he’s drunk.
“Him? Jeongguk?” Jimin chuckles darkly, “No Taehyung, he obviously won’t drink anymore. Your boyfriend’s drunk. He’s weak.” Jimin scoffed, earning a gasp from a very shocked Taehyung. Jimin is smart; he knows Jeongguk will never back down from a challenge.
And calling him weak? That certainly gets Jeongguk’s attention.
“What the **** did you just say, Park?”
Jimin smirks. “I said you’re weak, Jeon. You took 10 shots and you’re gone? Pretty fucking weak, if you ask me.”
“Shut the **** u—“
“Tell you what, Guk, I’ll make it more interesting for you,” Jimin says, “You take 5 shots right now—“
“Jimin what the ****!”
“—and the last one will be a body shot. On Taehyung.”
“Oh.”
Jimin smiles, knowing he’s got the two exhibitionist freaks hooked. If there’s one thing Jimin knows about Taehyung and Jeongguk, it’s that the two are wild and they certainly don’t care about showing extreme public displays of affection. Hell, the two can’t take their hands off each other right now and Taehyung’s already practically sitting on Jeongguk’s lap, and Jeongguk’s been nuzzling and placing soft kisses on Taehyung’s neck. The two live in their own bubble and don’t give a shit about what other people think.
Jeongguk doesn’t even hesitate. “Deal.”
Five tequila shots later and Taehyung’s holding a lime wedge in between his teeth, carefully leaning backwards. He took his leather jacket off so he’s now just wearing a black tube top, giving Jeongguk extra access to apply a generous amount of salt all over his prominent collarbones.
“You ready, baby?” Jeongguk whispers, softly grazing his lips on Taehyung’s ear as he spoke.
Taehyung, still biting the lime wedge, gives Jeongguk a little wink. Ready.
Jeongguk takes a sharp breath and quickly downs the tall shot of Jose Cuervo sitting on Taehyung’s belly button, making a face as he feels the burn of the alcohol slowly trickle down his throat. He quickly drops the shot glass on the floor, faces Taehyung, and places his left hand on the blonde’s neck and the other on his waist. He slowly leans down and carefully runs his tongue to collect the salt sitting on the blonde’s collarbones, earning him a taste of Taehyung’s salty, heated, tanned skin. Taehyung feels hot as Jeongguk’s wet tongue explores the crevice of his neck, licking and sucking, leaving light bruises blooming on his skin. Jeongguk would love to mark him, to leave deeper purple bruises on Taehyung’s neck, but they’re in public—even though what they’re doing is already quite obscene, Jeongguk figures he still has a bit of shame left. Besides, there’s plenty of time for him to leave bigger and deeper hickeys all over Taehyung’s beautiful, flawless body when they get home tonight—and not just on his neck.
The sharp taste of tequila is tamed by the salt, but all Jeongguk’s tongue can taste is Taehyung. Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. His senses fills with the faint aroma of lavender perfume, the scent of Taehyung clinging onto him, and all he wants is more. More Taehyung, more of his taste, more of his everything. He pulls Taehyung closer against his body if it was even possible, wanting every inch of his skin touching his.
Before he finishes running his tongue on Taehyung’s skin, he makes sure to suck on a small part of his collarbone—leaving behind a faint purple bruise and eliciting a whimper from a parched Taehyung, whose throat was scorching hot from the thirst that Jeongguk’s actions were leaving him. Jeongguk looks up and sucks on the lime wedge that was still trapped in between Taehyung’s lips, and after a few seconds, takes the lime wedge with his teeth and tosses it on the ground before swiftly crashing his lips against Taehyung’s once more.
The two passionately share a deep, wet kiss, tasting the mixture of the tequila and the sourness of the lime on each other’s tongue, Jeongguk’s hands pressing hard on Taehyung’s soft skin. Taehyung roams his hands all over Jeongguk’s back and his long, slender fingers are running through the younger’s hair, pulling and scratching. The room spins around them and Jeongguk doesn’t know if it’s because of the tequila or if the addictive taste of Taehyung on his tongue, but he’s positive he hasn’t felt this drunk all night. Taehyung doesn’t give a single damn about who might see them as he shamelessly moans into Jeongguk’s mouth until they breathlessly pull away—but not before Taehyung traps Jeongguk’s lower lip in between his teeth, making his boyfriend groan from an explosion of pleasure.
“Kim Taehyung… You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung’s lips. “Do you wanna get out of here?”
Taehyung was about to bite back with a flirty remark, but he gets interrupted by a small cough from behind Jeongguk.
“Um… Guk?”
Jeongguk reluctantly turns his head to see who called his name.
“Jiyeon?”
And just like that, the mood was gone. Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“Hi Gukkie!” Jiyeon chirps, giving Jeongguk a kiss on the cheek. Taehyung doesn’t ignore how she lingers a little longer than she had to.
“Hey, Ji. Do you remember Taeh—“
“Oh my god, I missed you so much! What time did you arrive?” Jiyeon quickly pulls a chair and sits next to Jeongguk, completely ignoring Taehyung’s existence.
“We got here maybe two hours ago? Actually, Taehyung and I were just about to leav—“
“I actually just arrived from Paris; I went there for fashion week, but of course I had to come home for dear old dad’s party. Told me if I missed it this year, he’ll cut off one of my credit cards,” Jiyeon huffs and rolls her eyes, flipping her long, black hair behind her back. She puts her long legs on display, crossing them with an exaggerated movement as she turns her whole body towards Jeongguk, brushing her pale, bony hand on his. The bitch was wearing a Valentino tube dress that looked a size smaller, judging by how tiny it is on her already small frame and Taehyung thinks about how fucking obvious she is, trying to show off her non-existent cleavage. Pathetic.
“And of course I came home for you Gukkie, I wanted to see you too… I missed you.” Jiyeon bats her lashes at Jeongguk, who was trying to keep a safe distance so Taehyung wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.
Jeongguk chuckles awkwardly. “That’s great, Jiyeon. Are you staying or are you flying back right after the party?”
“Well, I’m scheduled to fly tomorrow evening, but if you’re gonna give me a reason to stay, then I’ll stay…” Jiyeon subtly grazes her finger on Jeongguk’s thigh, and Taehyung has the sudden urge to accidentally spill his long island iced tea all over her precious little Valentino dress.
“What do you mean, Ji?” Jeongguk cocks his head quizzically, subtly moving away from Jiyeon’s touch.
“I was thinking maybe we can meet up for dinner at our hotel tomorrow! You know… for old times’ sake,” Jiyeon makes sure Taehyung hears how she emphasizes the last three words, makes sure Taehyung actually realizes how far back she and Jeongguk go, “like when we were kids, right Gukkie? We practically grew up there. That hotel was where we went for all our important dates, remember? That’s where you asked me to be your girlfriend. Come to think of it, we had a lot of our firsts there…”
And that just about does it for Taehyung. He’s positive Jiyeon’s doing it on purpose to edge him on, to piss him off. Jiyeon knows Taehyung’s had enough drinks to cloud his judgment, and that if Taehyung gets jealous enough, he’ll snap and make a scene, embarrassing Jeongguk in front of everyone. If she could just get them to fight tonight, she’ll finally get the chance to have Jeongguk all to herself at least for a few nights. She misses his touch, his kisses, she misses him in bed. Jeongguk was the best lover she’s ever had, and hell be damned if she doesn’t get him back even for just one more night. She wants him, all of him, one more time. Just one more fucking time. But Taehyung’s an obstacle she needs to get rid of, and her plan would work perfectly if only Taehyung didn’t see right through her thirsty ***.
Taehyung knows Jiyeon wants him to get pissed off, and he’s not going to give her that satisfaction; so instead of falling into her bait, he composes himself to get rid of the urge to smack the bitch all the way to China. He takes a deep breath and calmly tugs on Jeongguk’s arm. He leans forward to subtly whisper in Jeongguk’s ear and tell him that it’s time for them to go home and leave Jiyeon, but he’s interrupted by a drunk, agitated Hoseok tapping his shoulder frantically.
“Taehyung! Fuck! You need to come with me!” Hoseok says, grabbing Taehyung’s hand.
“Wait, what? Why? What’s happening?” Taehyung tugs at Hoseok, eyes wide.
“It’s Jimin! Please Tae, ****, help me!” Hoseok exclaims.
Jimin?
The last time he caught sight of Jimin was before the body shot happened. Jimin’s known to do stupid and spontaneous things when he’s drunk; getting into fights, flirting with random boys, getting it on in back rooms and bathrooms, taking shots from strangers. Jimin is naturally gorgeous and alluring, but his sex appeal and seductiveness increase tenfold when an excessive amount of alcohol runs through his veins and he’s intoxicated. People, both men and women, shamelessly try to get into his pants to take advantage of the fact that he’s drunk. Whenever they go out, Taehyung’s always on Jimin duty to make sure he’s safe. So really, he should have noticed Jimin slipping away, but he didn’t, because he was too busy tasting his boyfriend and guarding him from a certain snake.
Guilt and concern wash over Taehyung as he immediately gets up and lets Hoseok drag him through the thick crowd, leaving Jeongguk and Jiyeon behind.
Hoseok continues to walk through the crowd with Taehyung trailing behind him, distressed over what possibly could have happened to Jimin that Hoseok would badly need his help. Did he hurt himself? Was he vomiting in the bathroom? Did he get himself into a fight with someone? Last time they drank, they ended up at a police station because Jimin beat up a guy in a club for grabbing his ***. The guy didn’t stand a chance against Jimin; he passed out cold on the floor. Can’t say he didn’t deserve it though, that gross pervert—but still, getting into fights is incredibly dangerous because who knows if the next person that Jimin gets into a fight with has a gun or a knife? He’d rather have Jimin mad at him for always being so protective rather than rush his best friend to the hospital because of an altercation. Taehyung’s head was filling up with a million possibilities of what could have happened when Hoseok pulls him into a clearing and he finds just who they were looking for.
Taehyung feels both relief and disbelief as he stares at Jimin who was right there, drunk and intoxicated as ever, dancing on a table as a sultry remix of Beyonce’s 7/11 and Partition blast through the club’s speakers. He was surrounded by tons of people, mostly men, who were unsurprisingly urging him to go lower and lower and lower. And that, Jimin does. He seductively grinds as he moves lower, shaking his ***, garnering cheers and hoots from the drunk crowd that has gathered around to watch his little show.
Taehyung approaches the table and calls up to him, “Jiminnie, get down from there.”
Jimin whips his head around. “Taetae!” He almost screams, voice raspy from the alcohol, “Come here!” Jimin grabs Taehyung, urging him to get on the table to dance with him.
“Minnie, no. Get down from there right now. Come on baby,” Taehyung gently pulls on Jimin’s soft, tiny hand.
“No!” Jimin yells, stomping his foot on the table.
“Minnie, please? Please get down from there, it’s dangerous. I’m worried for you,” Taehyung tries to reason with his best friend. Jimin is whiny and stubborn, and Taehyung’s the only one who can talk sense into him when he’s drunk like this. Taehyung figures this is why Hoseok pulled him all the way out here.
Jimin examines his eyes for a few seconds before crossing his arms. “Hmph, fine. On one condition.” He pouts, looking like a kid who had his lollipop taken from him.
“Come on, Jimin. Just get down from there,” Hoseok whines.
Taehyung sighs. Of course the little cutie will have to make some sort of deal before giving in, he always does. “It’s okay, Seokie. What is it, Minnie?”
Jimin cups his hands around his mouth, making sure Taehyung hears him loud and clear over the deafening music of the club. “You’ll take me on an ice cream date tomorrow. Without Guk! Soulmate date only!”
Taehyung releases a lighthearted laugh, resisting the urge to coo. Jimin often gets jealous whenever Taehyung fails to spend time with him because of Jeongguk. “Okay baby, I will.”
Jimin narrows his eyes, “Promise?” he frowns, holding his pinky out.
“Promise.” Taehyung says, twisting his pinky around Jimin’s tiny one. “Now get down from there Minnie, you might hurt yourself.”
“‘Mmmkay,” Jimin sings, carefully taking Taehyung and Hoseok’s hands as he hops down from the table.
“You okay, baby?” Taehyung asks Jimin when his feet touch the floor, knees buckling before he manages to straighten up.
“Mhm, I’m okay,” Jimin giggles, “love you Taehyungie, love you Hoseokie!” Jimin jumps into Taehyung and Hoseok’s arms.
Taehyung hugs him back and Hoseok pushes him away. “Alright, that’s enough. Do you need water, Minnie?” Hoseok asks, wiping the sweat off Jimin’s forehead with his handkerchief.
“No… needtopee.” Jimin slurred.
“What?” Taehyung and Hoseok ask in unison.
“Pee! Need to pee. Bathroom, now,” and just like that, Jimin starts walking toward the direction of the bathroom, leaving Taehyung and Hoseok behind.
“Jimin!” Taehyung calls out.
“Tae, don’t worry, I got it. I’ll go with him,” Hoseok yells, music blaring from the speakers making it hard for Taehyung to hear.
“Are you sure? I can go with him if you want,” Taehyung protested.
Hoseok shakes his head, “Yes, I’m sure! Don’t worry Tae, I got him. Go back to Jeongguk now, I’m sure he’s wondering where you are,” Hoseok assures Taehyung as he leaves, chasing after Jimin.
Taehyung keeps his eyes on the two until they’ve made the turn towards the bathroom, completely disappearing from view.
He weaves his way through the thick crowd of sweaty, intoxicated people. The place is unfamiliar to him because whenever he goes to bars, he always stays in the VIP area which always has its own private bar. It’s the first time he’s actually going through the common area, the crowd much thicker and more packed than he’s usually accustomed to. As he weaves through the crowd, drunk men block his way, trying to grab his attention.
Oh, damn.
You single, baby?
Why don’t you give me a smile, huh?
Nice fucking ***, doll.
Hey beautiful, got a boyfriend?
Taehyung composes himself. These perverts are pissing him off and he wants to bite back, but he chooses to walk faster, weaving through the crowd as quickly as he can so he can finally reach Jeongguk. He could almost make out the VIP area when a tall, buff man suddenly appears from behind him and grabs a handful of his ***.
“Hey, baby, I bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around my co—“ Taehyung swiftly turns around to catch the man’s hand on his *** and lifts it up, twisting the pervert’s arm in an awkward and extremely painful position. Taehyung doesn’t take weekly classes of muay thai and jiu jitsu for nothing.
“Ow, what the ****?!” The man calls out.
Taehyung sneers, “Touch anyone like that again and I swear to god I will break your fucking arm and cut your pathetic **** off so you wouldn’t be able to **** again.”
“O-okay, ****! Let go of me, you’re fucking crazy!” The man pleads in fear.
Taehyung twists the man’s arm further before he finally lets go. “Get the **** out of my sight.”
The man all but cowers and sprints away.
Taehyung collects himself for a few seconds before making his way through the crowd. And as if the universe was on a mission to **** him over and ruin his entire night, once he reaches the VIP section, what he sees pisses him off even more.
Jeongguk was standing in the middle of the VIP dance floor which was right by the couch where Taehyung last left him. He was holding two drinks, handing a glass of martini to Jiyeon. The girl takes the drink from Jeongguk, softly grazing her fingers on the back of his hand. Taehyung sees her take the stick of olives and put it inside her mouth, seductively looking up at Jeongguk as she bites on one olive.
Desperate bitch, Taehyung thinks, do you really think you could look seductive while eating a fucking olive?
Jiyeon pouts as she sees Jeongguk’s eyes scan the crowd, seemingly looking for someone else. It’s pissing her off that she flew all the way from Paris to Seoul to get Jeongguk back— she even wore the skimpiest dress fresh off the Valentino runway—but he’s not even paying attention to her. Jiyeon’s getting impatient; she’s never had to work for a man this hard before. But whatever happens, she won’t stop—she will get Jeongguk for herself tonight. Whatever Jiyeon wants, Jiyeon gets. All she has to do is step up her game and think of a better plan.
The music in the club suddenly slows down as the beats of a sexy The Weeknd song blasts through the club speakers, prompting a lot of grinding and lewd dancing from the crowd.
Jiyeon smirks. She and Jeongguk used to play this song to get in the mood when they were still together—all the memories of Jeongguk on top of her, kissing all over her body, and thrusting into her all come rushing back like a wave. This is it. If this isn’t a fucking sign, then she doesn’t know what is.
Jiyeon says fuck it and turns around, presses her bony *** against Jeongguk’s crotch and starts grinding on him, her pale hands traveling up and down his body like she used to when they were together—she knows Jeongguk loves it when she does that—as she rocks against him in a pathetic attempt to be seductive and look sexy. Taehyung’s jaw drops and he immediately looked at Jeongguk, who was so shocked that he froze for a few seconds before he flinches, drink in hand almost spilling on the dance floor.
Taehyung sees red.
Seething, he makes his way through the thin crowd and pushes Jiyeon away, grabbing Jeongguk’s arm and pushing him towards the couch.
“Taehyung, what are you do—“
Jeongguk is cut off by Taehyung crashing his lips against his, opening his mouth and running his tongue across the opening of Jeongguk’s lips to gain access right away. Jeongguk obliges, letting Taehyung in, still tasting the lime on the blonde’s tongue.
As if on cue, a sensual song starts to play in the club, setting the mood for the heated couple.
When I put my lips on you, I feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me—
Taehyung swirls his tongue against Jeongguk’s as he positions himself on the couch and straddles his boyfriend, who was too shocked about what’s going on to protest. But who the hell is Jeongguk to deny himself of this kind of treatment? Whatever the **** is happening, he’s way too intoxicated not to enjoy it. All he does is run his hands through Taehyung’s hair as he kisses him back vigorously, the two exchanging the taste of alcohol on their tongues, a mix of tequila and vodka and rum and everything in between.
When I put my lips on you, I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me, baby cry for me—
Taehyung takes both of Jeongguk’s hands and places them on his thick *** as he kisses him even deeper, never even taking a break to catch a breath. Jeongguk gently squeezes a handful of Taehyung as his boyfriend softly grinds against him, but not too much—they’re still in public, after all. Not too lewd; just enough to make Jeongguk start writhing underneath him. Just enough to make his boyfriend want him more than he does right now.
Just enough to make Jeongguk crazy.
When I put my lips on you…
Taehyung cocks his head to the side to gain more access, allowing him to kiss Jeongguk more passionately, filling all his senses with the taste and scent of his boyfriend. Despite the strong taste of alcohol on his tongue, Jeongguk’s all he can taste, despite the musky odor of sweat and alcohol in the air, Jeongguk’s scent is all he can smell, and despite the music blaring from the speakers, Jeongguk’s groans are all Taehyung can hear as he grinds on his lap. Jeongguk’s all he wants to touch and when he closes his eyes, all he can see is Jeongguk fucking him on their king sized bed.
As the sultry music blares through the speakers, Taehyung is suddenly reminded of why he’s doing this and comes up with a devilish idea. He gently opens his eyes and looks to the side— at Jiyeon, who was standing a few feet away from them, completely dumbfounded, watching them grinding against each other on the couch. Taehyung smirks, still keeping his lips on Jeongguk’s, and winks at the pathetic, thirsty bitch who tried to steal his man. This time, he makes sure she gets the message.
Mine.
Jiyeon smashes her glass of martini on the floor and walks away, completely humiliated.
Taehyung closes his eyes and smiles against Jeongguk’s lips, kissing him deeply for a few more seconds before pulling away. And although Jeongguk is almost gasping for breath, he finds himself still chasing after Taehyung’s lips. Please kiss me more.
“You’re mine.” Taehyung smiles against Jeongguk’s lips.
“Always, Taehyung.” Jeongguk answers, eyes heavy and hooded as he stares back at his gorgeous boyfriend. Always yours.
Taehyung brings his lips against Jeongguk’s ear, nips at his earlobe, and Jeongguk almost growls in anticipation as he hears the three sexiest words Taehyung has ever said to him all night.
“Take me home.”