Jungkook's pov

My week just got better and better; I saw him every night; we hung out for a couple of hours, chatting about anything and everything. I'd never been quite so interested in learning everything about someone.

As today was Friday, we were heading to a club. Taehyung had arranged for his sister to come to watch Han so we could go out, and I couldn't wait to show my boyfriend off in public. This would be the first time we'd been 'out' as a couple.

Because we were heading out fairly early, we were all meeting at Yoongi's place. Taehyung didn't want me to pick him up because, by the time he left his apartment, Han would still be awake. I was still keeping my distance from him 'just in case things didn't work out. Every day that
seemed less and less likely though. I was crazy about him and could barely get through the day without texting him.

When I knocked on Yoobgi's apartment door, I was a little shocked when Taehyung answered. "Hey!" he chirped.

I dragged my eyes down his body as I grunted a hello. How on earth am I going to keep my hands off him tonight? He was wearing tight black leather jeans that made his legs look long and toned, and an emerald green, short sleeve T-shirt that was loose-fitted. His feet donned sexy black boots.

"Wow, you look," I struggled for the right analogy, "good enough that I don't even want to go out anymore," I concluded, nodding appreciatively.

He laughed and put one finger under my chin, lifting my head up so I had to look at his face. "Want a picture, Kook?"

I nodded and grabbed my phone from my pocket. "Yeah, actually. Pose sexy for me." I wasn't even slightly joking.
He laughed, snatching my phone from my hands and stepping forward so he was at my side. Without explanation, he took a one-armed shot of the two of us together instead.

"There you go. Enjoy," he teased, passing me back my phone. I ran my hand down his arm until I got to his hand. Had it really only been twenty-four hours since I last saw him? It felt like forever. "Have a good day at work?" he asked, pulling me into the apartment, closing the door behind me.

I shrugged. "A boring one. I had nothing to do, so I was just working out and target shooting. Nothing exciting."

He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. "Were you getting all sweaty?"

I groaned; I loved it when he flirted with me, it literally made the hair on the back of my neck stand up on end. "And dirty," I replied, nodding.

He sighed. "Well, I'm sorry I missed that."

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in and kissed him softly. My arms instinctively looped around him, trapping him against me. As my hands touched his back, I was shocked when my fingertips grazed bare skin. I gasped, gripping his hips, turning him around, needing to see this for myself. A lump formed in my throat when I saw that there was no material to his top on his back, just a collar strap on the top and a thin strip across the bottom holding it together. The skin of his back was flawless, and the curves to his spine made my head spin.

"God, this is one hot shirt, Tae," I whined, tracing one finger along the line of his spine.

"I thought you'd approve," he said breathlessly, as my finger slipped into the waistband of his pants, feeling the soft curve of his ass cheek.

"Approve? I don't approve of this at all. In fact, I'm slightly concerned about how many people I'm going to walk into because I won't be able to take my eyes off you long enough to watch where I'm going."

He grinned and turned back to face me, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Poor baby. Maybe you should stay in front of me then if I'm going to distract you," he teased in a singsong voice.

"I think I'll just stay right here instead." I pulled him closer to me, not allowing an inch of space as I lifted him into my arms, relishing how his legs instantly wrapped around my waist. He chuckled against my lips as I carried him into the kitchen where the rest of our little group of friends was congregating ready for heading out tonight.

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When we stepped out of the cab outside the club we were going to, the people in the line waiting to go in started whispering and pointing at Jimin and Yoongi, pulling out cell phones to take photos. This was a usual occurrence, so they were used to it. I smiled and shook my head. Yes, Jimin was the President's son, but he was still just a person at the end of the day, people seemed to forget that a lot. One benefit of Jimin's status though; we never had to wait in line. We were ushered through immediately and spotted Seth and Ryan inside, already hitting on a group of girls.

"So, what are we drinking tonight, Stripes?" I asked Tae, as we both leaned against the bar.

He pursed his lips, thinking. "If I get wasted, are you gonna carry me home?"

I smiled and stepped closer to him. "Definitely."

"Then I'm on the rum tonight," he answered excitedly, clapping his hands like a three-year-old. I laughed and put the order in with the barman.

By the time Taehyung had finished three drinks, he was already tipsy. I smiled, watching as he chatted with Seth.

When he looked over at me, I raised my hand and beckoned him to me with one finger. He instantly skipped over with a big grin on his face that I couldn't help but mirror. When he stopped at my side, I smirked at him. "Hmm, I made you come with one finger. Just imagine what I could do with my whole hand," I teased, expecting him to blush, but he didn't.

He stepped closer to me, gripped my hand and, without taking his eyes off mine, he licked my finger from the knuckle to the tip, oh-so-slowly.

As his tongue traced a suggestive circle around my fingertip, I could feel my jeans starting to tighten around the crotch as my dick started to wake up and get excited. Suddenly he pulled my hand away and pressed his whole body to mine, pressing his mouth to my ear. My breathing was already ragged but when his hip pressed against my crotch I stopped breathing altogether.

"I made you hard with the tip of my tongue. Just imagine what I could do with my whole mouth," he whispered. He pulled back, smiling smugly.

"You lose." He flicked the tip of my nose and then turned on his heel and sauntered off, leaving me staring after him with wide eyes, my mouth hanging open, and a raging boner. An astonished chuckle left my lips as I followed him, stopping next to him and looping my arm around his waist proudly.

"Jungkook?"

I looked around to see who had called me, and my heart stopped beating. It was Minnie. I gulped as she stalked towards me. My eyes shot to Taehyung, unsure as to how he was going to react to being confronted with the girl I'd slept with. Oh shit, please don't let this ruin anything!

Minnie stopped right in front of me; an angry smile resided on her face as her eyes took in Taehyung, who I had my arm around. "Jungkook, how are you doing?" she squeaked.

Oh, God help me.

"Er..." I couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Taehyung was looking between the girl and me with a slightly confused expression on his face but a polite smile on his lips. I looked at Minnie pleadingly, begging her with my eyes not to mess this up for me.

An amused smile spread across her lips, and I knew I was in big trouble. "Nothing to say?" she asked, smirking at me as she stepped a little closer. I was suddenly hit with a wave of revulsion. Had I really gone home with her last week? I felt dirty all over again and I wanted to go take another shower.

I shrugged, still a little lost for words. "Not really," I begged her with my eyes again to just walk away.

Minnie's high-pitched laugh filled the air. "Well doesn't that make a person feel special? Do you even remember my name?" One of her eyebrows rose in challenge.

The situation was getting worse by the second. I looked at Seth and Yoongi for help, but they were just watching with their mouths open. Yoongi looked slightly confused, but Seth looked like he'd caught on already.

Veronica. Verity. Something beginning with a V...

"Hi, I'm Vicky," Minnie said, turning to Taehyung, holding out a hand to him.

Vicky, that's it!

Taehyung smiled and nodded, shaking his hand. "Taehyung."

Minnie's eyes lit up as he said his name. Oh God, kill me now!

"Really? Well, it's nice to meet you, Taehyung," she said overemphasizing each word to tell me just how much trouble I was in.

"You too. So, are you two old friends, or...?" Taehyung asked, looking at me to answer.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Minnie took that as her opportunity.

"Not really. We hooked up last week, but to be honest, he was nothing to shout home about. He barely even got me off."

I'm going to kill myself!

Taehyung's smile faded as it clicked into place. My heart was trying to break out of my chest, my hands were sweating and my whole body was cold. This was where it ended. Four weeks with him and he was going to dump his drink on my face and scream at me.

Taehyung clicked his fingers and pointed at Minnie as if she suddenly remembered something interesting. "Oh, I remember now! Sorry, I didn't recognize your name. Jungkook and I just refer to you as 'rebound girl'. Sorry, I should have remembered your name, that was rude of me," he said, nodding and looking at Minnie with an apologetic face.

Minnie glared at him hatefully. "Freaking bitch!"

I pulled Taehyung behind me slightly in case Minnie tried to hit him, but Taehyung just laughed and nodded.

"Uh-huh. But I'm the bitch with the man you want. Stop trying to cause trouble. I don't think he's interested." He turned to look at me with one eyebrow raised. "Or are you?" he asked, looking a little worried as if he suddenly doubted me.

I couldn't keep up with him at all. He wasn't angry with me? I shook my head and pulled him closer to me.

"I don't want anyone else," I said, honestly. Minnie growled in frustration and turned on her ridiculously large heel, storming off through the crowd. I looked at Taehyung, silently begging him to forgive me all over again, but he didn't look angry. A little shocked, yes, but not angry. "I'm so sorry."

He smiled and brushed against me. "Don't worry. The past is the past." He pressed his lips to mine, and I almost growled in victory. When he pulled back, he smirked at me. "Should I be worried that you barely got her off?" he asked playfully.

I burst out laughing and shook my head. "I can get you off with little to no effort, don't worry," I stated confidently.

He laughed and nodded. "Okay, good."

He smiled as I gazed at him gratefully. I thought all girlfriends and boyfriends were supposed to be crazy jealous, and you weren't allowed to talk to another guy or girl once you become exclusive. I definitely still had a lot to learn about relationships.

"Thank you, and I'm really sorry," I apologized again, I felt like a piece of scum all over again for doing that to him. I really didn't deserve this guy.

"You sure can pick them, Jungkook. Wow, she was screechy," he joked, wincing.

I burst out laughing and pulled him closer to me again, my arm around him proudly. Seth grinned at me and wiped his forehead in a 'glad that's over' gesture, and I nodded, blowing out a big breath, letting the tension leave my body so I could enjoy the rest of the night.

The night was passing quickly even though I wasn't drinking that much. Taehyung and Jimin were getting drunker by the second, giggling about nothing and singing - badly I might add - to the music. Taehyung was an incredibly flirty drunk. He kept shooting me little looks that if I didn't already know I wouldn't be getting any for a while, I would have sworn I was getting my rocks off tonight.

Taehyung waved his empty glass at me, pouting the adorable little cute face that I was fast becoming addicted to. "Want more drinks?" he asked, leaning on me heavily.

"It's Yoongi Hyung's round," I replied, nodding for Yoongi to go to the bar, shaking Taehyung's empty glass at him. He headed straight over there, muttering to Rick to keep his eye on Jimin while he was gone.

I kissed Taehyung's nose and followed Yoongi Hyung to the bar to help him carry them all. It took us a long time to get served; the club was extremely crowded. Finally, with drinks in hand, we headed back to where we left the group. I immediately noticed that Taehyung wasn't there. I frowned and scanned the crowd as I handed Seth his beer.

"Where'd my boy go?" I asked, sipping my coke and holding onto Tae's drink.

He smiled, jutting his chin towards the dance floor. I followed his instruction and looked to see him dancing his ass off with Jimin. Rick, Jimin's off-duty secret service bodyguard, was hovering behind them still doing his job perfectly because Yoongi wasn't there. He was watching the people near Chim with a stern face, assessing the threats; always on the job.

I turned my attention back to Taehyung again and slowly dragged my eyes over his body. I still couldn't get used to it, no matter how many times I saw him or touched him, he still managed to surprise me every time. He looked like a little temptress as he shook his little behind, grinding his hips to perfection.

I felt the smirk slip onto my lips when I noticed other guys checking him out. For some reason, I liked the fact that other guys found my man hot.

I'd never felt possessive over anyone in my life, but that guy shaking his booty on the dance floor was my guy, and I loved the thought of it. The other guys could look, as long as they didn't touch because that would be a different story!

Yoongi smiled as he watched Jimin dance, sipping his drink too. "You sure you don't want a proper drink?" Yoongi asked, raising his shot glass up to me.

I shook my head. I'd had three drinks and then switched to Coke because I was driving to my parent's house in the morning. "Nah, I'm good with this."

The song changed to something a little more upbeat and Seth started to laugh quietly behind me. "Oh, here we go," he muttered, laughing merrily.

I frowned at him, giving him the 'what the hell face. He grinned and pointed towards Tae and Chim again. I took a sip of my drink and turned back to them and, just as I swallowed a mouthful of Coke, my throat constricted, and I almost choked to death.

Jimin and Taehyung were doing the sexiest dance I had ever seen in my life. Tae had his back to me as he swiveled his hips to the beat of the song, trailing his hands up his thighs.

"Holy fuck!" I moaned breathlessly, still half choking. I couldn't take my dirty eyes off him as Seth laughed wickedly, slapping my back, trying to help me breathe.

Yoongi's eyes were wide too, but he was in a little more control than I was. My hands were shaking as I shoved my drink in Seth's chest and stepped towards the dance floor quickly. I needed to go dance with my man, right now.

Someone grabbed my arm and I tried to shake them off, I needed to get there quickly so I could wrap my arms around him while he did that.

He was now dancing with his hands above his head, grinding down towards the floor, going dangerously low. This was better than any dance I had ever seen in a strip club by a clear mile. Guys were watching with their mouths open, not even trying to be discreet about it.

I looked back to Seth as I shook my arm again, telling him to let go. "Seth, I'm going to dance," I grunted, frowning at his hand that was restraining me.

He grinned and shook his head. "He's playing you," he said, laughing again.

Playing me, how can he be playing me? "Huh?" I mumbled, my eyes glued to his ass, the skin of his back, and his long legs.

He pulled me back to him and held my drink out to me again. "Taehyung and Jimin are having a competition right now. It was Jimin's idea," he said, nodding at Yoongi who was looking at him just as confused as I was. "When you two went to get drinks, Jimin had the bright idea to see which one of them could get their man over there first."

My mouth dropped open in shock as I looked back to Taehyung again, watching his hair bounce as he danced in perfect timing to the beat. He was testing me. He was betting with Jimin that I was whipped. I took my drink back off Seth and crossed my arms. I wasn't losing. No way. I wouldn't let anyone have that kind of power over me, he was playing me to see if he could get me over to him like a little puppy dog!

"Taehyung didn't really want to play, but Jimin made him. Apparently, the rules are that they're not allowed to catch your eye or call you over, but the first one to get you over there wins," Seth explained, obviously highly amused by it.

I frowned at Yoongi. "Your husband's a menace."

He laughed and shrugged, clearly he already knew that.

My whole body was trying to force me to go over there; the way he was moving his body was like it was hypnotizing me, I could barely breathe.

Be strong, Jungkook, you're not going over there.

Halfway through the song I could stand it no longer. My hands were gripped tightly in my hair as I watched, wide-eyed at my boyfriend. It was actually painful watching this; the blood was rushing down south, and I needed to get my ass over there before the song finished. Yoongi was just watching the show with a small smile on his face, he was so composed and I had no idea how he was doing it. Maybe Jimin wasn't shaking hIS ass like Taehyung was, I wouldn't know because I couldn't take my eyes off my boyfriend long enough to look at Jimin.

I groaned. "I can't take it!"

Yoongi shook his head. "Come on, you have to at least make it one song! Jeon Jungkook, whipped beyond recognition!" he teased.

"It's not funny! You get to take your wife home and fuck the life out of him tonight. If I don't go over there and let Taehyung grind his perfect little ass on me, I'm gonna die!" I whined dramatically.

Seth and Yoongi laughed. "You're not gonna die. Be strong," Yoongi insisted, banging his fist on his chest as a joke.

"I am gonna die. Seriously, I'm drowning in my own fluids right now! You don't know how freaking painful this is to watch and know that I can't do anything about it. He's killing me!" I complained, watching as he ran his hands over his stomach. He'd moved to the side slightly, and I could see his face now, he was smiling happily and talking with Jimin.

"Maybe you should be releasing some of that strain by yourself then," Seth suggested, shrugging.

"I do! It doesn't work! He's tempting me to death. I always thought blue balls were a myth thought up by guys as an excuse to masturbate. It's fucking not a myth; my balls ache like a bitch!"

Yoongi snickered and shook his head. "I remember those days."

He grabbed my wrist and held my hand up, tapping the back of it.

"This right here is your new best friend, as is a cold shower. You'll be fine." He winked at me.

I groaned and shook my head as the last of my restraint went out of the window. "Rip into me all you want, I can't watch this anymore," I sighed, defeated, as I strutted over to where Taehyung was. As my arms wrapped around his waist from behind, he jumped a mile, whipping his head around with a shocked expression on his face. His face softened quickly as he realized it was me. "Hey," I mumbled huskily.

"Hey."

He looked back at Jimin, and they both giggled but I just didn't care.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," Jimin shouted over the music. He nodded to Rick and they both walked off through the crowd.

Tae's hands went on top of mine on his stomach as I pressed my chest to his back. "You shouldn't have come over," he said, looking over his shoulder with his mouth tantalizingly close to mine.

I pressed my lips to him for a second just because I couldn't help myself. I gulped; I wanted him so much, if I could, I would take him right now with everyone watching. He smiled and turned in my arms, pressing his whole body to mine as he carried on dancing hypnotically. My whole body was tingling with desire. This was easily the hottest damn thing that had ever happened to me, and believe me I'd seen a lot of hot stuff, but this dance took the prize easily. His eyes glittered with amusement and something that looked a little like pride. Maybe he liked the fact that he made me come over here before Jimin got Yoongi over.

"You are the hottest damn thing in this room," I whispered in his ear.

He smiled and rolled his eyes and tightened his arms on my neck. "Jungkook, stop with the lines, okay?"

I grinned at him proudly. "You are. It's not a line. Every single guy in here is staring at your ass right now," I informed him, looking up and catching the predatory looks on a few of the male faces around us.

"Is that why your hands are there? Shielding it from view?"

"Mmm hmm, I'm protecting your modesty."

He drew a little pattern on the back of my neck with one finger.

"Always the gentleman," he mused, smiling. We both laughed and he guided my mouth to his again. I kissed him passionately. The music was banging around us, but I couldn't think about anything other than his taste and the fact that this man was mine.

"You know, my mom warned me about guys like you," he teased, tracing his hand up my chest softly as the kiss broke.

I grinned and shook my head. "I'm not the guy your mom warned you about. Your mom doesn't have this much imagination," I joked, winking at him. He burst out laughing pulling me closer to him as he kissed me again, still giggling against my lips.

Two hours later, he was completely and utterly wasted. He was leaning on me heavily and I had to keep my arm around his waist to hold him up. When he fiddled with my shirt buttons and giggled uncontrollably at something that I'd said, I knew it was time he went to bed.

I smiled. "I think it's time I took you home, Stripes."

He pouted and shook his head, making his hair bounce."I don't want to go home, I want to dance some more."

I tucked his hair behind his ear. "You can dance more next time."

He threw his arms around my neck and crushed himself to me, kissing me hard. I smiled against his lips and took most of his weight as he swayed on his feet. He was certainly going to regret drinking this much in the morning. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and stepped back a little way, still keeping my hands on his hips to hold him steady.

"It's time to go. You can barely stand, let alone dance."

He frowned. "It's these stupid shoes! I'll take them off and then we can dance some more," he slurred. He lifted one foot and gripped his shoe and started to fall over backward as he yanked it off his foot.

"Whoa!" I grabbed him quickly and pulled him upright again before he fell and hurt himself. The rest of our group was laughing behind us. "I'm gonna take Tae home, see you later, guys," I called over the music.

They all nodded and said bye as Taehyung started tugging on his other shoe. Before he could get it off, I swept him into my arms making him squeal and grip my shirt tightly. "Kook!" he protested, as I carried him through the crowded bar.

"We're going home, you need to go to bed," I said, shrugging.

He smiled seductively at me, and I shivered because of the lust I could see in his eyes. "Really? You gonna take me to bed? You need to be gentle with me, I haven't had sex for over a year," he purred, tracing his finger around the collar of my shirt.

Wait, he hasn't had sex for a whole year? Damn, that's a long time! "You haven't slept with a guy for a year?" I asked, just as we got outside. Lucky for me there was a row of cabs sitting there waiting outside the club ready for closing time. I opened the door to one and slid in, pulling him on my lap.

"Nope," he giggled. "I haven't slept with anyone since Seo-joon." He kissed my neck again.

I frowned. His timing didn't match up. "I thought you split up with him three-four years ago?"

He pulled back and his nose scrunched up in distaste. "I did, but..."

My eyes widened. "So you got back together again after you broke up?" I asked, pushing him back a little as he tried to kiss me.

"Kind of. It was just one time. I was upset, lonely, and very, very drunk, and he was there. It didn't mean anything. If I could take it back, I would. I barely even remember it, so he couldn't have been very good," he answered, hiccupping.

I wasn't sure I really liked that much. Jimin had assured me that Taehyung wouldn't ever go with him again, but yet he'd been with him a year ago.

Taehyung didn't look particularly happy that he'd done it though; his face clearly told me that it was a mistake that he didn't want to happen again.

He smiled, leaning in, pressing his chest against mine. "So you'll have to be a little patient, I may have forgotten what to do," he purred seductively as he pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't help but kiss him back. The kiss was getting hot. He'd maneuvered himself so he was straddling me. Judging by the way his hips moved against mine as he ground against me, he'd forgotten nothing at all.

Too soon, we pulled up outside his apartment. I handed the guy his fare and asked him to wait for me to come back. Taehyung frowned as I said it.

"Tell him to go. Don't you want to stay with me?" he pouted.

"I would if I thought you were sober enough to consent." I shrugged as I shifted him in my arms and climbed out of the cab, pushing the door closed with my hip.

He giggled and held on to me tightly. "You're such a hero, Officer Jeon. Do you carry many people like this, or am I just the lucky one?" he asked, nibbling on my earlobe.

I tried my hardest to ignore the little thrill that went through me when he called me Officer Jeon.

"What's the code for your building, Tae?" I stopped at the door, looking at the number keypad for the external door.

"8952," he mumbled, yawning.

Awkwardly, I punched in the code and pulled the door open, being careful not to hit his head as I carried him through and up the stairs. "Get your keys out, Stripes."

He giggled. "I hate that nickname." He dug in his pockets and pulled out a set of keys, with a triumphant, "Ta-da!" He fumbled, trying to get them in the lock as he giggled and dangled his head over my arm, and I couldn't help but laugh at him. He made an adorable drunk. After a minute, he shook his head and pulled the keys back, frowning at them. "Are these even mine? They were in my pockets, and they look like mine because that's my key ring, but," he shook his head in confusion, "do you think someone changed my lock?"

I burst out laughing, and the door opened. A younger, though slightly fairer female version of Tae stood there rubbing his eyes. "Hey, having trouble?" she asked.

"Yeah. Your brother tried his very best to drink the bar's whole supply of rum tonight, so apparently we have someone else's keys," I joked, rolling my eyes. Taehee laughed and stepped to the side, motioning for me to come in.

"There's my baby sister!" Taehyung slurred, stroking the top of Taehee's head like she was a dog. "I love my sister, she's awesome. Taehee, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is my baby sister," he introduced.

"Hey, nice to meet you," Taehee greeted, nodding and smiling tiredly.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Taehyung spoke first. "Told you he was hot, didn't I? And the hair, he has such perfect hair." He stroked my hair and sighed dreamily.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Tae; you're not too shabby yourself. Let's get you to bed, huh?" I suggested, looking at the three doors at the end of the hallway, I had no idea which one was his. "Which door?"

Taehee pointed to the one on the left. I smiled gratefully and headed in that direction.

"Was Han okay tonight?" Taehyung asked his sister, immediately putting his finger to his lips trying to shush everyone when he was the only one making noise.

"He was fine. Straight to sleep; no problems. See you in the morning, I'm gonna sleep on the couch because it looks like you're going to be hungover in the morning."

"Okay, honey, see you, and thanks. You're the best sister ever, you know that?" Taehyung slurred.

I pushed his bedroom door open and looked around his room as I carried him over to the bed. It was basic, not much stuff, just like the rest of the apartment. I laid him down and went to pull back, but his arms tightened around my neck, pulling my mouth to his again. I kissed him back but pulled away before it went too far. He was drunk, after all.

I smiled as I pulled away and ran one finger over the side of his face. He really was so beautiful, every feature was just flawless and perfect. His hands slid down my shoulders to the buttons of my shirt as he hooked one leg around me, pulling me down on top of him more.

I need to go, this is wrong, he's drunk...

"Tae, I'll call you in the morning," I mumbled, as he opened a couple of buttons on my shirt.

"Jungkook," he moaned, tightening his leg on my waist, holding me against him as his eyes showed just how much he longed to ravage me.

I kissed him again softly - a goodbye kiss. But one of his hands tangled into the back of my hair, holding my head there, and I couldn't help but slip my tongue into his mouth, moaning as his taste attacked my willpower. I pulled back and put my forehead to his, looking into his excited
eyes.

"Kook, will you talk dirty to me?" he whispered, his hand pulling on my shirt again trying to get it off.

Talk dirty to him... Is that a joke? "What?" I mumbled, the lust leaking into my voice so it was more like a growl.

He nodded encouragingly. "Tell me what you want to do to me," he purred, his eyes burning into mine showing me how excited he was about it.

Oh shit, this guy is killing me! The thought of it was making me so hot for him that I was actually surprised I hadn't climaxed already from the dirty thoughts I was having alone. "You're into that?" I whispered as I kissed his neck, sucking on the skin lightly.

"Mmm hmm."

I pulled back to look at him. That was certainly going to be fun when we did that! I couldn't help but wonder what else he was into if he liked a little spoken smut. "Are you a little kinky, Taehyung?" I teased.

He giggled and bit his lip, looking at me through his eyelashes. "Are you, Officer Jeon?"

I gulped; I had absolutely met my match with this boy. The temperature was rising in the room - or maybe it was just my blood boiling in my veins. I knew I needed to leave before I gave in to my body's urges and did what he was asking.

"I should go before you get any naughtier," I muttered, trying to force myself to get off him.

"Yeah because I wouldn't want you to have to spank me," he replied, narrowing his eyes playfully.

Holy crap, I need to leave, right now!

I pushed off him quickly. "I gotta go. I'll call you in the morning. I hope you aren't too hungover, and I'll see you Monday night, okay?" I kissed his forehead and walked out of the room without looking at him again. As soon as I was out of the door, I leaned against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to walk back into the room and give him exactly what he was asking for.

When I had calmed down slightly, I refastened the top five buttons of my shirt that Taehyung had managed to get undone, and then headed into the lounge. Taehee was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Hey, I'm now leaving. He's really wasted in there; he might need a bowl in case he pukes," I admitted, wincing at the thought.

She shook her head. "He won't puke, he never pukes from alcohol."

I laughed at that. Of course, Taehyung would have the stomach of a sumo wrestler. "Okay, well it was nice to meet you."

"You too. Oh and, Jungkookshii, just don't hurt him, okay? He's really fragile. I know he comes across as being tough and able to cope with anything, but inside he's just a scared little pussy cat," she said, looking at me pleadingly.

Smiling, I nodded reassuringly. "I know he is. G'night."

I let myself out of his apartment and headed downstairs to the cab that was, thankfully, still waiting for me. I slipped into the back seat and gave the guy my address, resting my head back on the seat, grinning. 'Talk dirty to me' he'd said. That was going to be fun when it happened.

When I slipped into my bed that night, my last thoughts were of him. Before I could fall asleep, my 'new best friend', and me as Yoongi Hyung called it, played out a lot of the things I would have talked to him about, had he not been wasted.

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To be continued........

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