Three weeks had passed, setting some sort of record for Jeongguk seeing as every other toy barely lasted one. Taehyung had danced for him most nights but, like always, had never let Jeongguk touch; each time it became more difficult for Jeongguk to control himself whenever Taehyung wiggled his behind. Currently, Taehyung was sat in his suite on the large L-shaped couch nestled into the back corner of the suit by his bedroom door; he was relaxed with his right side was pressed up against the back of the sofa. His small blue bear cradled between his chest and his knees that had been pulled up so that his feet could rest on the cushion, soft classical music wafted through the air blanketing Taehyung in the sense of warmth and security. Jeongguk had majorly spoiled Taehyung, giving him free rein of online clothes stores (Taehyung revelled in the soft cotton he wore now instead of scratchy linen). He'd been bought plenty of books and CD's as well as some outfits that Jeongguk especially wanted to see his dancer wear.

It was all fine and dandy being spoilt, but he missed the feel of the sun and wind on his skin, he wasn't even allowed on the balcony on the main floor of Jeongguk's penthouse - something about security Seokjin had told him. That was one good thing about being here, he had begun to develop a friendship with the head of security through his bi-weekly visits, and he'd even warmed to Namjoon slightly though the tall man spent most of his time in Jeongguk's office. Taehyung sometimes wondered if Jeongguk was aware of how much Taehyung knew about whom the youngest was, they had never spoken about the gang and Taehyung didn't expect them to; he was just a stripper after all.

"V?" Jeongguk had developed the habit of wading into Taehyung's apartment unannounced; he wasn't bothered so long as this habit didn't extend to his bedroom; the stripper still wanted some privacy. The heir seated himself by Taehyung's feet; Taehyung didn't bother moving despite Jeongguk having to squeeze into the space, he merely kept his eyes trained on the pages before him. There was a soft sigh, and a slightly calloused finger tapped the top of his book, the book was dropped into Taehyung's lap as if he was a stroppy child. However, he quickly moved his hand beneath it to protect the small bear from being crushed; there was a slight pout forming on his pink lips as he lifted his eyes to meet Jeongguk's. "Come upstairs with me?" it sounded like a question. Still, Taehyung knew he didn't have much choice; he strategically placed his book on the couch, so the teddy was hidden behind it. The pair stood up, and Taehyung made his way into his bedroom - not bothering to shut the door behind him for such a short trip - and into his walk-in closet. He went over to the closet set aside for his more revealing clothes, "you don't need those tonight," Jeongguk's voice was soft and pleasant; in any other circumstance he would have let Jeongguk lull him to sleep with that voice. Despite this, it still made him jump, not realising Jeongguk had followed him into the room.

Confused, Taehyung followed Jeongguk back out of his room up the marble stairs, they were cold under his bare feet, and he instantly regretted leaving his fluffy white slippers behind.

"Why is it so cold up here?" Jeongguk smirked and told him there was a perfectly valid reason for him lowering the thermostat. Taehyung huffed and pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands; the white wool contrasted beautifully with his tan skin making him feel absolutely adorable in it; he couldn't see past Jeongguk's broad frame, but he could faintly smell something sweet, popcorn? Sure enough, as they entered the living room, there were multiple bowls of popcorn across the coffee table,

"I didn't know which flavour you liked so I made multiple," Taehyung's eyebrow quirked, Jeongguk had made all this?

"Thanks?" He was still very unsure of the situation; in Taehyung's mind, he was Jeongguk's personal stripper and nothing more, but here they were settling under a thick quilt laying on the single black leather sofa situated in front of the TV in the middle of the room. Taehyung had tried to keep his distance, but the other had immediately scooted closer so that their shoulders were touching, the stripper froze, did this count as touching? He let it slide seeing as he had ground his backside onto Jeongguk's crotch enough times, Jeongguk grabbed the remote,

"You good with horror?" Taehyung hated horror movies after everything that had happened, he'd never been able to watch them during his time at the club, but he knew enough about them to come to this conclusion,

"Yeah," why was he so stupid?

Towards the end of the movie, Taehyung was really questioning his decision, he could handle all the jump scares and dramatic music, but the gore was a whole other level. Unknowingly he had moved closer to the hard body next to him, every time someone was killed, he would whimper quietly and sink further beneath the quilt. The next scene became too much for him to handle, he was watching innocent people being tortured and watching their blood coat the walls; he let out a loud cry and shoved his face into Jeongguk's chest. His body began shaking violently, and more whines echoed around the room, he felt himself being lifted into Jeongguk's lap and rocked gently in his arms, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. A hand came up to stroke his hair and bring him even closer while small nothings were whispered into his ear, Taehyung had no clue what was being said nor did he care as long as the calming hum never ceased. Horrid images flashed in his mind replacing the characters in the movie with his own family; he could hear the screams on repeat though they were slowly being over-ruled by the sweet drone of Jeongguk's voice. He clutched the front of Jeongguk's t-shirt tightly in his grip, worries of wrinkling the material surfaced briefly before another wave of fear made him cling tighter. He could feel Jeongguk's steady heartbeat beneath the tear-soaked fabric and tried to use it to still his thoughts.

~

Not once did Jeongguk loosen his grip on the fragile boy until he gingerly lifted his head, he sniffled and wiped his eyes murmuring a soft apology for getting his top wet, he squeaked when Jeongguk only snuggled the boy closer. This was the closest he had ever been to someone emotionally and physically since he was a child, and he wasn't about the let the warm feeling in his heart escape. Jeongguk nuzzled the other's neck and marvelled at the box grin the action brought out, the boy wrapped in his arms was quickly the most dazzling person he had laid eyes on, he seemed so innocent and cute. Although there was a darkness that V carried which added an edge to him and Jeongguk loved it, he wanted to keep him by his side for as long as possible and never let go.

When V had calmed down enough, Jeongguk leant over and turned off the flat-screen TV; he didn't bother asking why V had agreed to watch such a film instead he just laid down on his side bringing the dancer down with him. He had expected V to push him away and retreat to his room, but the rejection never came. Instead, V pushed his head into the crook of his neck and placed a hand over his left pectoral. V fell asleep listening to Jeongguk's soft breathing; his eyelashes fluttered closed brushing lightly against his smooth cheeks and lips parting slightly. Jeongguk laid there silently watching the consistent rise and fall of the boy's chest; he mapped the features of his face enjoying the cute little moles on his left cheek, below his bottom lip, under his right eye and on the very tip of his slender nose. He could have stayed like that for hours just appreciating the angel in his arms but eventually sleep pulled him down into a dreamland of his own.

~

Taehyung's nose was flooded with a cosy musky scent as he came to, he felt warmer than he usually would in bed and the stripper relished in it, his toes curled, and a small smile paved its way onto his face. He allowed himself to simply exist in the cocoon he'd found himself in, not thinking of the danger his life revolved around or about the strangely heavy weight around his waist. However, eventually, he needed to come back to the present, no matter how desperately he wanted to stay in this rare state of peace. Slowly he opened his eyes; he had expected to see the white ceiling above his bed; however, he saw nothing. Something was blocking his vision, and when he tried to move away, he found himself stuck, two incredibly thick pieces of rope were wrapped around his waist and shoulders preventing him from escaping. Taehyung found that his hands were between his body and the mass restricting him, panicking, he pushed hard and the weight vibrated, he heard a low hum, and it dawned on him where he was. The hum was Jeongguk's voice, the pieces of rope were his arms and therefore, whatever was blocking his vision must have been his rock-hard chest. Taehyung yelped and pushed back hard; he rolled off the sofa, landing hard on the carpet, he sprung to his feet and was surprised to see he was still fully clothed. "What? Huh-How? I- "

"Morning Angel," Jeongguk sat up and stretched, his t-shirt lifted slightly awarding Taehyung a glorious peek at the bricks he called abs beneath. Taehyung's cheeks were tinted a rosy pink when he finally processed the pet name,

"Don't call me that," he huffed, he almost stomped his foot, but that seemed a bit too childish for the situation. After all these weeks of keeping himself distant and his heart under lock and key, why did he agree to watch that damn film? He knew what was going to happen; maybe that's why he said yes. No, he refused to believe that, he had just been tired and not thinking straight.

"Don't look like one then," Jeongguk winked as he saw the blush intensify,

"I don't-" Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, "Ugh," he marched off to the kitchen.

Bowls clattered, and mugs clinked as Taehyung hurriedly made himself some breakfast, he needed caffeine and fast. He was fiddling with the coffee machine with limited success when he felt hot breath hit the back of his neck, he gasped and watched as two hands were placed on the counter either side of him effectively caging him.

"Need some help?" Jeongguk's voice was laced with sleep, and something Taehyung didn't want to acknowledge, Jeongguk stepped closer and pressed his body against Taehyung's, and that's when he felt it. Of course, Jeongguk's body had decided to give him morning glory on the very morning they woke up together, Taehyung shivered at the feeling of the hard cock being pressed between his cheeks, he felt big. Instinctively Taehyung pushed his hips back both parties groaning at the contact before he came to his sense, he shoved Jeongguk's arms out of the way and walked past him. "Don't you want your coffee?" he heard the rumble of the machine and turned to see Jeongguk grinning ear to ear, his sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his situation and Taehyung gulped. He hadn't noticed he was staring until there was a steaming mug in front of his face; he mumbled his thanks and returned to the safety of his suite quickly without spilling the hot liquid.

~

He had intended to confront V about what had happened last night and possibly learn something about the mysterious boy; unfortunately, Mother Nature had decided to take matters into her own hands. Jeongguk was surprised the other hadn't noticed when he first woke up; he could still feel his thigh pressed up tightly against his crotch, so close yet so far at the same time. It had taken all his willpower to not just turn him over and tear into him when he had looked so delectable with ruffled hair and sleep tracing his face. The white sweater had slipped slightly to expose one of his collarbones and Jeongguk could only imagine the feeling of sinking his teeth into the soft skin and marking V as his.

This was new for the young heir, never had he felt possessive enough to crave marking them; he wanted to show the world that V belonged to him, but that wasn't all, he needed to belong to V just as much. His emotions were fierce, but he had no one to show him how to act on them accordingly; his father was a distant man, so they only spoke when business affairs required it. When Jeongguk was a boy, he had been closer with his father often playing golf whenever his father found time, and if not they would tell each other stories and hold each other close, that was before the words 'Geom-Eun Neugdae' had graced Jeongguk's vocabulary. His mother used to watch over the two with fondness growing in her heart; she was a cold woman to anyone who wasn't her son or husband, she preferred to stay in the shadows therefore only the essential had ever laid eyes on the infamous Mrs Jeon. Neither parents had a strong bond with their only son nowadays, despite this, there was still an unspoken vow in which each would die for their family and fight their corner until there was no corner left.

Half walking and half hobbling, Jeongguk made his way to the downstairs bathroom licking his lips in anticipation, the lights flicked on when he entered the pristine marble room, and he removed his clothing, struggling slightly with the tight boxers. He paused on his way to the clear glass door of the shower when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, Jeongguk looked good, and maybe he should walk around the suite like this just to frustrate V who was evidently attracted to the male judging by his initial reaction to having his length pressed into his ass. This time Jeongguk decided to leave the door wide open, from the living room you could see into the shower, and the room was close enough that V would hear him downstairs. As he stepped into the shower and set the water to the perfect temperature – scolding – he couldn't contain himself; leaning back against the cold tiles he grabbed his long thick cock and began pumping, twisting his wrist slightly at the bottom. Deep moans fell from his slack jaw, and he didn't bother containing them, he wanted V to hear every sound he emitted, the moaning grew louder, and hips began thrusting into his hand desperately chasing his release. He imagined V dancing for him, but this time he was nude, he ground his hips down against Jeongguk's naked length groaning at the contact when Jeongguk grabbed his hips and pulled him down further. The boy then stopped and grabbed the neglected penis giving it a few pumps before aligning it with his fluttering hole, as he sunk down Jeongguk pierced his lip with his teeth and started pushing hips upwards madly to meet V's. His wrist sped up to an almost manic speed as sounds of the other male flooded his imagination, his own husky groans harmonised perfectly with V's higher squeals and cries. He imagined V begging to be allowed to orgasm only to be denied by Jeongguk's hand grasping the base of his penis tightly. The desperate pleads his brain concocted were magical, and hips started to stutter as he held off his orgasm for as long as possible. Jeongguk came suddenly with the image of V's lithe body bouncing in his lap planted in his mind, only then did he realise how loud he had been with the slight echoing of his pleasure ringing in his ears.