Jungkook's feet pad down the awkwardly silent hallway, his skin tingling with anticipation. He reaches the bathroom door, inspecting it, looking at the deep brown mahogany finish, the little silver circle indicating which bathroom it was, before his eyes land on the metal door handle. He takes a deep breath, and slowly opens the door, quietly stepping inside.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook asks, suddenly feeling timid, looking around, not seeing Taehyung anywhere. No! Jungkook had to stand his ground. No matter what, he would stand his ground and show Taehyung what he was missing. Jungkook steps forward, standing in front the sinks, looking at himself in the mirror.

He inspects how his face looks more feminine then usual, even with his manly features, how the clothes on his body made him feel more at home than the jeans or trousers he would normally wear, how the exposed skin he showed made him feel so much more confident than he was expecting.

Guess it wasn't just Taehyung learning things about themselves.

Jungkook takes yet another deep breath, closing his eyes, before slowly exhaling. He keeps them shut for a little longer, his mind wondering just where Taehyung could be, he couldn't have gone far...couldn't he?

"You look beautiful," a voice rasps from behind Jungkook.

Jungkook's eyes snap open, and he sees Taehyung looking at him from the mirror, watching the blonde boy with such an inferno in his eyes. Emotions swirling and merging together in those chocolate pools.

Taehyung steps forward, taking a step closer to Jungkook, his cold hand finding Jungkook's warm waist. The younger admittedly gasps a little at the feeling, but quickly covers it up when he sees Taehyung smirk.

"You look beautiful," Taehyung repeats, with a gentle and warm smile; Jungkook almost feels safe in those dangerous hands, almost. But it doesn't last long enough for Jungkook to reach.

Because almost a second later, Jungkook is roughly pulled flush against Taehyung's lean and toned body, "but who told you that you can dress like that for anyone apart from me?" His deep voice mutters against Jungkook's skin, teeth grazing Jungkook's sensitive spot.

Jungkook's eyes flutter close, before he replies, "who said I was dressing like that for you? You're not special Taehyung," he adds with sass to the end, making Taehyung growl a little chest rumbling.

Taehyung smirks, "so you want to do all of that out there, and then you want to give cheek to me on top of that. Okay cool, it's like you're asking for punishment."

Jungkook scoffs, untangling himself from Taehyung's large hands, turning around to face the mint haired male, "this is not asking for punishment. This is me being myself. And it you can't handle that then you can find someone else to stick your overly large dick into," Jungkook points out, stepping into Taehyung's bubble.

Taehyung grins, hands finding Jungkook's curved waist once more, fingers trailing down to the zip of the skirt. Jungkook gasps, "w-what are you doing?" He mentally groans at the weakness and timidness in his voice. Taehyung watches as the skirt falls to Jungkook's feet, and he knees down, holding Jungkook's fishnet clad thighs.

"Showing you that I can tame this version of you," he whispers, eyes gleaming at the pink lace underneath the fishnet tights. Taehyung brings his fingers up, to feel the skin around the lace, making Jungkook audibly gasp.

He grins a little, Jungkook really was something else entirely.

Taehyung's fingers grip the top of the fishnet tights, pulling them down softly, and Jungkook could do nothing but watch, enticed with the way Taehyung was working slowly.

The mint haired male, brings his face to Jungkook's thigh, kissing it slowly, before sucking on thick flesh, painting Jungkook's thigh a little purple and red, matching perfectly along side the innocent baby pink lace that was doing beautifully in covering Jungkook's special place.

Jungkook bites his lips to keep in all of the moans that we're adamant on escaping his lips. Blush dipping into a deeper pigment, every moment that Taehyung would get too close to his own half-hard cock on purpose, before slyly meeting Jungkook's glazed eyes. Jungkook covers his eyes, letting out a little sigh as he feels Taehyung's lips and teeth graze every inch of his thighs.

Taehyung smirks, before finally reaching Jungkook's clothed cock, mouthing over it, blowing hot air onto Jungkook's precious.

Jungkook moans loudly, no longer being able to control himself hands falling limp to his side, cheeks and lips tinted red. He watches with hooded eyes as Taehyung mouths over his tip multiple times, before using his fingers to trace the prominent outline of Jungkook's now fully erect cock.

"Nggh-" Jungkook sighs against his hands, bringing them up to his lips again, muffling his already barely audible moans.

Taehyung brings his large hands up to play with the diamond on Jungkook's belly button, tugging at the flimsy metal, before smiling a little bit, "your belly button piercing has always been my favorite thing about you. Tell me why you got it?"

Jungkook doesn't answer, too focused on Taehyung's fingers ghosting over his skin, like a whisper of wind blowing against him on a cold winter's day.

Taehyung stands up, and even though they're roughly the same height, in the moment, it feels like Taehyung is towering over Jungkook with dominance and power. He tilts his head, "aw, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He says with a grin, fingers skimming over Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook closes his eyes, leaning in to Taehyung's cold yet warm touch. "Answer me," Taehyung whispers, bringing his lips closer to Jungkook's.

"What is there to tell?" He replies, holding Taehyung, holding him so tightly as if his life depended upon it. Taehyung chuckles a little, "everything Jungkook."

Taehyung's hand snakes around Jungkook's waist, pulling the younger closer, "what was made as your revenge, ended up as my victory little Koo. It's okay though, I'll forgive you. After tonight, that is."

"What's tonight?"

Taehyung presses his lips against Jungkook's ear, "your punishment of course. As long as you consent to it too," Taehyung adds, holding Jungkook's hand in his, looking deep into Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook shivers, holding Taehyung, hand cupping the older's strong jaw, with his other hand he flicks Taehyung's mint hair out of his brown eyes, "break me if you can Kim," he whispers, breath fanning over Taehyung's lips.

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Jungkook is left in the bathroom all alone, picking up his tights and skirt. Fair enough. Taehyung winked at him, pressing a reassuring kiss that was ever so gentle on Jungkook's lips, comforting the younger, almost telling him that everything was going to be okay without using words.

He stares at himself in the mirror after positioning his skirt in a way to cover all of the marks that Taehyung had left on his pearly, white thighs. His fingers skim over the bruises, and he can't help but wonder how it would feel press his fingers deep into the marks. And so he does.

His shaky and nimble fingers pressing deep into one of the marks that Taehyung had left behind beautifully. Wincing at the pain, Jungkook's body shudders a little. The excitement of pain being brought to him by Taehyung making his fingers and senses tingle.

Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his heart thudding against his ribcages painfully, his mind swirling with so many different thoughts, and yet they all trailed back to Taehyung. Taehyung, the person who felt like the hot, summer's air. And at the same time, felt like the first snow flake from the sky falling onto the earth's ground, melting away at the first call of winter.

Taehyung was slowly becoming Jungkook's everything. And the blonde boy didn't know how to survive the storm of feelings he'd feel when Taehyung's eyes would meet his, or when they'd touch, or when their bodies rolled together beautifully.

Letting out a deep breath, Jungkook holds the sink tightly, his fingers gripping the marble tightly, he breathes in and out. A restaurant bathroom was not the best place to have a mind blowing, heart shattering revelation about someone close to home.

And yet, Jungkook was too caught up in his emotions to realise that.

Too caught up in every tingly touch he'd receive from Taehyung's warm hands, long and bony fingers.

Jungkook whispers to himself, "snap out of it Jungkook. Don't fuck up something that means the world to you."

Means the world to you.

He looks at himself in the mirror, gently smiling to himself, picking at his wrists, before nodding at himself. Heading out of the bathroom. He slowly walks out, making his way back to the table, and takes his seat, across from Taehyung.

But this time, Taehyung is all alone.

"Where are our dates?"

"We're each others dates, let's be honest," Taehyung says softly. Jungkook looks at him with inquisitive eyes, "and besides," Taehyung adds, "they never really meant anything more than making each other jealous. So I sent them home."

Jungkook's heart flutters like a butterfly's wings, rapidly and hard to control, and yet he takes the leash of his heart, and tugs harshly.

"Yeah?" He whispers, looking at Taehyung with sparkly doe eyes, that we're cutely blinking every now and then.

"Yeah," Taehyung says, smiling a little lopsided, a loose grin hanging off of his lips as he playfully says, "you're going to want me to be all nice right now because tonight," he trails off, hinting out to Jungkook.

Jungkook blushes red, clearing his throat a little bit, "thank you," he whispers shyly to Taehyung, who leans in closer to Jungkook to hear him better.

"Why?" Taehyung asks, as if Jungkook thanking him was absurd. "For always looking for the consent in me. And making sure that I was okay when I wasn't. And just, making me feel good," Jungkook doesn't know why, but feels as if he owes it to Taehyung to thank him.

Taehyung's eyes widen for a split second before he says, "it's human nature to ask for consent. If I wanted to, giving you the silent treatment could have been a punishment," he laughs for a moment, before saying, voice low so that no one around him hears, "sex with you is just way better way of doing it tho."

Jungkook blushes once more, before he smirks, "well, I'll look forward to it. If you can impress me," he teases, standing up. "Where are you going?" Taehyung asks, a playful look in his eyes. Jungkook just smiles in reply, walking over to Taehyung's side.

Taehyung's head reaching Jungkook's thigh, he slightly lifts up his skirt, to show Taehyung the marks on his thighs. He leans down to whisper, "if I want more of those on my body, then I have to impress you...don't I? Daddy?" His voice low and sultry.

The mint haired male's eyes widen once more before they slouch, arousal spreading through him like an inferno, he grips Jungkook's waist, "fuck, I can't wait for tonight," he mummers into Jungkook's body, sniffing the younger's scent a little bit, his ears perking up at the sound of Jungkook's soft laughs.

Heart shattering.

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It's sad boi hours from here on out.
Also, sorry for the shorter chapter!!

New mafia taekook au for new years? Or an update for boy that's a friend?
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