"Fuck…" Shezam finally managed to say, his voice hoarse and strained as he turned his head to look at Jeongguk. "You… really know how to make a guy feel alive."

Jeongguk chuckled softly, though there was still a shadow in his eyes, something darker lingering beneath the surface. "You asked for it."

"And you delivered," Shezam smirked, reaching out to trail a lazy finger down Jeongguk’s chest. "Next time… maybe I’ll make you beg."

Jeongguk smirked back, though the tension in his shoulders hadn’t completely faded. 'We’ll see about that."

The room was quiet now, the only sound their labored breathing as they lay there, both of them slowly coming down from the high. Jeongguk stared up at the ceiling, his mind already starting to wander, the satisfaction he felt quickly giving way to a familiar sense of unease.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, letting himself bask in the warmth of Shezam’s body next to his, the lingering aftershocks of their intense encounter still buzzing under his skin.

Jeongguk woke up, squinting as the morning light streamed in. The sheets were a mess, tangled around him and Shezam. His arm was slung over Shezam’s bare chest, and he groaned, eyes flicking to the clock—7 AM. His neck ached as he remembered last night.

He rubbed at the spot, suddenly realizing he hadn’t texted V like he meant to. Panic washed over him, and he slowly, carefully, tried to slip out of bed without waking Shezam.

He found his pants on the floor, pulling them on as quietly as he could. Just as he reached for his phone and headed for the door, he heard a soft, sleepy mumble.

"Where you going, Gguk?"

Jeongguk froze, turning to see Shezam rubbing his eyes, still half-asleep.

"Uh… bathroom," Jeongguk stammered, trying to keep it casual.

But Shezam’s eyes traveled down, landing on the bulge in Jeongguk’s pants. "Nah, you’re lying. C’mere, we ain’t done."

Jeongguk felt a shiver run down his spine as Shezam’s hand reached out, fingers grazing his waistband. "Shez… we gotta go, man. Got a lot to do."

Shezam smirked, eyes dark with something dangerous. "Yeah, we do. But this comes first."

Before Jeongguk could react, Shezam pulled him close, hand slipping lower, brushing against him. Jeongguk sucked in a breath, body reacting on its own. "Damn it, Shezam…"

"Shhh…" Shezam’s voice dropped, lips brushing Jeongguk’s ear. "You’re staying. I’m gonna make you forget about whatever you were gonna do."

Jeongguk swallowed hard as Shezam's hand wrapped around his cock, giving a slow, teasing stroke. "Fuck... Shez… we really don’t have time for this."

"Make time," Shezam whispered, voice low and gravelly. "I’m not letting you go till I’m done with you."

Jeongguk’s mind was spinning, caught between wanting to leave and the pull of Shezam’s touch. "Shez… we gotta move…."

"We can move in the shower," Shezam grinned, pulling Jeongguk back toward the bed. "After I’m done with you here."

Jeongguk groaned, but he knew he was losing the fight. "You’re impossible."

"That’s why you love me," Shezam chuckled, pulling Jeongguk down onto the bed again. "Now, be good and let me have my way."

Jeongguk couldn’t help but surrender, even as he felt himself not giving in.  "Fine, but make it quick. We’ve got a long day ahead."

Shezam’s grin widened. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you nice and fast."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as Shezam pulled him closer, the two of them getting lost in each other again, all thoughts of leaving forgotten for the moment.

Shezam didn’t waste any time. As soon as he got Jeongguk back in bed, he started tugging his pants down, exposing him completely. Jeongguk exhaled sharply, trying to relax, but his mind was already drifting. Shezam’s hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking slow and deliberate, but Jeongguk’s thoughts were a mess.

"You like that, Gguk?" Shezam murmured, eyes locked on Jeongguk’s face, looking for any reaction.

"Y-yeah," Jeongguk managed, though his head was elsewhere. The image of V flashed in his mind—how he’d forgotten to text, how V might be waiting.

Shezam didn’t notice Jeongguk’s distraction, or if he did, he didn’t care. He leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of Jeongguk’s erection before taking him into his mouth, working him slow, hot, and wet.

Jeongguk groaned, his body reacting to the sensation, but his mind kept wandering back to V. This shouldn’t be happening, he thought, guilt creeping in. He didn’t want to think about V now, but the more he tried to push it away, the stronger the thoughts got.

Shezam noticed Jeongguk’s tension, pausing for a moment. "What’s wrong? You’re not with me, Gguk."

Jeongguk blinked, trying to shake off the thoughts. "No, no, I’m here… Just… stressed, you know?"

Shezam didn’t seem convinced, but he wasn’t about to let it go. "Forget about whatever’s on your mind. Focus on me."

Jeongguk tried, closing his eyes, feeling Shezam’s mouth around him, but V’s image kept flickering in his head, making it impossible to fully enjoy the moment.

Finally, Jeongguk pulled back slightly. "Shez, wait… We really gotta go soon."

Shezam frowned, clearly not happy about it. "You serious? You’re killing me here, Gguk."

Jeongguk sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but we’ve got stuff to do. Can’t get too carried away."

Shezam pouted but reluctantly let him go. "Fine. But you owe me. We’re showering together, no excuses."

Jeongguk chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Let’s get this over with."

Shezam grinned, already pulling Jeongguk toward the bathroom. "You’re not getting off that easy, babe."

Jeongguk tried to push V out of his thoughts as they stepped into the shower, knowing that the day ahead was going to be a long one.

Jeongguk and Shezam stepped out of the car, the cool air and morning light greeting them. The vintage area was everything they’d hoped for—charming, quiet, with gardens bursting with colors and a few quaint houses scattered around.

Shezam turned to Jeongguk, a playful smile on his face. "Man, look at this place. Perfect for us to chill. You like it?" He kissed his cheek and hugged his waist from behind.

Jeongguk looked around, nodding, but his mind was already buzzing with thoughts about the network issues they’d left behind. "Yeah, it’s nice," he said, forcing a grin.

They hauled their bags inside the cozy, rustic house. The interior had a homely feel with its old wooden beams and antique décor. Shezam wasted no time. "Alright, let’s get outta these clothes and get comfy," he said, tossing his shirt aside.

Jeongguk’s gaze followed as Shezam undressed with a confident swagger. "Damn, you’re in a hurry," Jeongguk teased, his eyes lingering on Shezam’s bare skin.

Shezam chuckled, stepping closer. "You bet. We’ve got all this freedom now." He plopped himself onto Jeongguk’s lap, pressing his naked body against him. "And I’m planning to make the most of it."

Jeongguk’s breath hitched as Shezam’s lips found his, their kiss deep and hungry. Shezam’s hands roamed over Jeongguk’s shoulders, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. "Fuck, you’re insatiable," Jeongguk murmured between kisses.

Shezam grinned against Jeongguk’s lips. "What can I say? I know how to enjoy my vacations." He pulled Jeongguk closer, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable.

As they continued to kiss, Shezam’s hands trailed lower, exploring every inch of Jeongguk’s skin. Jeongguk groaned softly, his thoughts momentarily pushed aside by the overwhelming sensations.

When they finally broke apart, Shezam looked up at Jeongguk with a smirk. "So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day? More of this, or do you wanna check out the place?"

Jeongguk’s grin widened. "A bit of both. Let’s see where the day takes us." He pulled Shezam back into a kiss, eager to make the most of their time together.

Taehyung stared at his phone, the screen still dark and silent. "Where the hell are you, JK?" he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. He didn’t want to admit it, but the absence of JK’s messages was driving him nuts. He wasn’t usually like this—obsessing over someone he hadn’t even met in person. But here he was, checking his phone every few minutes, waiting for that little buzz.

[@Vantae30_u]
Five days to go

I miss you already :(

He had already sent that earlier, his thumb hesitating before he finally hit send. Still nothing. Not even a "miss you too" or a damn emoji. It was unlike JK to leave him hanging like this.

"This is stupid," he groaned, tossing the phone onto the couch beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands slightly in frustration. "Why am I doing this to myself?"

He tried to focus on other things, flipping through channels on the TV, even tried reading a book, but nothing could distract him for more than a few minutes. His thoughts kept circling back to JK—how they clicked so effortlessly, how every conversation felt like a tease, leaving him wanting more.

He wasn’t sure if it was the mystery of it all, or if it was something deeper, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to hear from him.

Taehyung grabbed his phone again, glaring at the blank screen. "C’mon, just one text," he whispered to himself, feeling stupid for even saying it out loud. But the silence on the other end was like a slap in the face.

He sighed heavily, his fingers itching to send another message, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. "Can’t look that needy," he told himself, though it didn’t make him feel any better.

But damn, he wanted to.

The day dragged on, every minute feeling like an hour. Taehyung found himself zoning out, staring at his phone like it would magically light up if he looked at it long enough. "You’re being ridiculous," he muttered, shaking his head.

By the time evening rolled around, he was more than ready to get out of the house. "Maybe a party will take my mind off this." he said to himself as he started getting dressed.

He pulled on a crisp white shirt, the fabric clinging just right, and dark jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. He spritzed on his favorite cologne, the scent comforting even if nothing else was.

He checked his reflection in the mirror, trying to hype himself up. "Looking good, Tae," he said, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He picked up his phone one last time before heading out, but there was still nothing from JK.

"Whatever, just have fun tonight." he mumbled, shooting Erin a quick text that he was on his way.

The walk to the party was short, and as he approached, he could already hear the music pumping through the air. The farmhouse was lit up, strings of fairy lights casting a warm glow over the crowd. It was packed, people spilling out into the garden, drinks in hand, laughter and chatter filling the night.

Taehyung made his way through the crowd, his eyes scanning the sea of faces, but his mind was still on JK. He spotted Erin and Hwan in the middle of it all, looking effortlessly stylish as always. Erin caught his eye and waved him over with a bright smile.

"Hey, Tae! You made it!" She called out as he approached.

"Yeah, couldn’t miss it," he replied, forcing a grin as he handed Hwan a gift wrapped in navy blue paper. “Congrats on the deal, man.”

"Thanks, Tae," Hwan said, pulling him in for a quick hug. :But you seem a bit out of it. Everything okay?"

Taehyung shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Just tired, I guess. Long day," he lied, but Erin wasn’t buying it.

"You sure it’s just that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his face. "Or is it about that someone?"

Taehyung sighed, feeling his defenses crumbling. "Yeah… I guess it is," he admitted, glancing down at his feet. "I’ve been waiting on a message that just isn’t coming."

"From that online guy?" Erin asked, exchanging a glance with Taehyung. Hwn stood dumbfounded.

"Yeah, leave that." Taehyung mumbled, feeling a little foolish for saying it out loud.

Erin reached out, squeezing his arm gently. "Don’t stress it too much. He’ll text you. Maybe he’s just busy or something."

That's the thing he liked about Erin so much, she never forced him to confess something and always understand his perspective.

"Yeah, maybe." Taehyung muttered, though he wasn’t so sure. He tried to shake off the feeling as the night went on, mingling with the crowd, but every time he pulled his phone out to check the time, his heart sank a little more.

"Stop thinking about it." he told himself, downing another drink. But no matter how much he tried to distract himself, his thoughts always came back to that dark screen, the message that never came.

Taehyung grabbed a glass of another soft drink, excusing himself from the buzz of the party. He wandered over to the dishes rack, finding a spot where he could just be alone. Sipping his drink, he stared at his phone, not caring about the crowd around him. All he wanted was one message from JK, just one, but there was nothing.

"Just one message, JK… just one," he thought, the frustration bubbling up as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. But the emptiness stayed with him, like a weight he couldn’t shake. He took another sip, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a sigh.

He raised the glass to his lips again, trying to lose himself in the taste, when a deep, husky voice cut through the noise.

"Hey Tae," a deep, husky voice cut through his thoughts.

Taehyung turned, his face going pale. The shock hit him like a punch, goosebumps pricking his skin. The loud music of the party faded into the background, overtaken by the storm brewing inside him. He almost dropped his glass, catching it just in time with shaky hands.

"No way… how’s that possible," he muttered, staring at the person in front of him, disbelief written all over his face. His thoughts a chaotic mess. It was like the ground had been pulled out from under him.

(a/n:- any guesses who could it be? XD )