Warning : light smut ahead...⚠️

Jungkook's pov

It's a short walk from the little seaside cottage to Jin hyung's house next door. It's larger, but not by much, with a beautiful wrought-iron fence and overflowing flowerpots. Tied to the porch is a glittery foil balloon with gold lettering. Bride to be.

Jin hyung smiles when he sees me. "Jungkook, come on in! Did you get here okay?"

I laugh. "Yes, although I had to stop to ask for directions."

"You look tan. Did you sail today?"

"Yes," I say, smoothing a hand over my hair. I'd showered, and didn't think I'd gotten a lot of sun.

He sees my confusion and shoots me an apologetic smile. "Taehyung mentioned it yesterday. What did you think?"

"I loved it," I say. "Taehyung told me it's practically the family pastime."

"Yeah, you could say that. We were taught to tie knots before we could walk. Was he a good teacher?"

"Yeah, he was."

"Good. He taught most of us, when Dad was away." He smiles at me again, and I'm hit with a small pang of guilt. He's being so nice to me-his whole family is!-and I'm here under false pretenses. Here to work. "Come in, come in. I want you to meet some of my friends."

I'm ushered through a beautiful hallway and into a living room that belongs in a catalogue. The interior design is homey, with linen furnishings and a sheepskin rug. There's a giant fireplace.

"This place is gorgeous, hyung. Stunning."

"Thank you. Would you mind saying that again tomorrow when my fiancé can hear you? We've spent so long renovating this place, and I think he got a bit sick with all my decorating toward the end."

"No, he didn't!" a girl calls. "He'd never deny you anything, the sucker."

A group of men and women are sitting around a dining-room table, glasses in hands.

Jin hyung makes the introductions, calling me Taehyung's boy.

"We're playing," says a girl with a long black hair. "Come, join. Do you want a glass of champagne?"

"Yes, please."

"I'm Jisso," she says. "We're not allowed to say the word bride or wedding, by the way," she whispers in an aside. "If you do, you have to do a shot."

"If you want to," Jin hyung points out. "We're not here to get drunk tonight."

"You're right. Let's keep it tame," Jisso says, but she shakes her head at me in disapproval. "God forbid we go a bit wild. Anyway, you're Taehyung's date?"

"Yes."

She leans closer, eyes glittering with curiosity. "How is it, dating him?"

"How do you mean?"

She hands me a glass of champagne. "He was always so reserved growing up. Would tell you off for eating too much sugar, you know."

I laugh at that. "I can actually imagine him doing that. You spent a lot of time with jin hyung growing up?"

"Best friends." She nods. "But back to Taehyung in a relationship. I can see that you're uncomfortable, and I'm sorry about that, but I just have so many questions. I've also had to do two shots already. When in doubt, blame it on alcohol. Very adult of me, I know."

"Not uncomfortable, per se. It's just that we're not really in an official relationship. We're seeing each other, it's early days, and he asked me here as his date."

There's a smile in her eyes. "Trust me on this-Kim Taehyung doesn't do anything casually."

"Jungkook," Jin hyung calls out. "Is Jisso pestering you?"

Jisso blinks. "Me? I'd never."

We all laugh, even though her words feel branded in my mind, spinning around and around. Kim Taehyung doesn't do anything casually.

The evening is filled with games and drinks and laughs. The other girls and guys had prepared questions for Jin hyung to answer, embarrassing ones about his relationship with Namjoon. When he answers a few, his cheeks flushed, I'm happy that his brothers aren't here to hear it cause they all three having a dominant aura wouldn't be too glad.

We have to recount our favorite memory with the bride to be, going around the table, and he shoots me an apologetic smile when it's my turn.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. We just met."

"Don't be. I have a favorite memory-when you embarrassed Taehyung into blushing. I've never seen that before. To you, hyung." I raise my glass in a toast.

He grins at me. "To making more memories."

By the end, I'm a little bit tipsy, my cheeks heated with excitement and laughter. Just like the dinner last night, this hasn't been difficult at all. It's almost surprising how naturally this is unfolding.

I should tell Taehyung that, that I'm having fun. He's probably wondering how his hyung is doing. I excuse myself and get my phone out of my pocket. There's a message waiting for me, sent over an hour ago.

Kim Taehyung: Hope you're enjoying tonight. Don't feel any pressure to stay on mine or hyung's account. He'd understand.

Of course he'd texted me first. It was completely in character.

Jeon Jungkook: So you're the only one allowed to paint the town tonight? I'm enjoying myself very much, thank you. Jin hyung is lovely.

I wait with bated breath, and just a few seconds later, the dots appear that indicate he's typing.

Kim Taehyung: I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be happy or confused by your sudden friendship with my hyung. Do you have a new favorite Kim?

Jeon Jungkook: Intimidated. You're supposed to feel intimidated.

Kim Taehyung: I'll just have to raise my game then. This won't stand.

Jeon Jungkook: Competitive much?

Kim Taehyung: To my very core, Jungkook. Planning on staying there late?

Jeon Jungkook: When does your thing end? What are you doing, by the way? Strip club?

Kim Taehyung: I asked first. And no, there are no strip clubs in Paradise Shores, last time I checked. Do you know a good one?

Jeon Jungkook: I'll be home around midnight, I think. Jin hyung wants to try to get some sleep before tomorrow.

Kim Taehyung: Good. We'll get Namjoon hyung in bed around then too.

I smile at the phone. I have no clue what we are, what's happening, why I'm really here. And for the first time in my life, maybe I should just let myself roll with that instead of fighting it. Be more like Taehyung was at sea. Still and calm.

It's a quarter to midnight when I finally walk from hyung's house to the little cottage next door, which is also his house. These people are lovely, despite having some serious privilege.

I unlock the front door. "Hello?"

The cottage is empty, but Taehyung said he'd be home soon. I put on the kettle to make tea and change into my camisole and silk shorts-thank God Jimin had convinced me to get the set months ago.

I brush my hair out, leaving it long and loose. I've noticed how his eyes, even when they're professional and reserved, stray to my hair like he can't help himself. Taehyung arrives not ten minutes later. A taxi stops outside, and then I hear his key in the lock.

He stops in the door. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top, his thick hair unusually messy.

"Jungkook?"

"That's me." I take a sip of my tea and tuck my legs underneath me on the couch. "I just got home."

He tosses the keys on the hallway table. "Did you have a nice time?"

"Yes. Your hyung's friends were really sweet. And a bit crazy, actually. But mostly sweet."

"Good. I was worried."

"Worried?"

"Well, letting you off on your own like that. Who knows what they might have told you, or worse, you them."

I grin at him. "Afraid of me spilling all your Seoul secrets?"

"Deadly afraid," he says.

"There's hot water in the kitchen if you'd like tea."

"Thank you," he says, but he doesn't go there. He sinks into the armchair opposite me instead.

"How was your evening?"

"Wild," he says. "We took Namjoon around Paradise Shores and made him relive all kinds of memories. Beer was involved. A fair bit of whiskey. He doesn't drink, but he's still damn good at getting the rest of us to do so."

"And not a stripper in sight."

"Not a single one," he agrees, running a hand through his hair. "A few of his old buddies from the Navy were there, and after hearing them speak, I think Eunwoo is reevaluating his life choices."

I chuckle. "But not you?"

"Not tonight, anyway. I'm happy with mine at the moment." He leans back and looks at me through hooded eyes. His long legs are stretched out before him, arms curled over the armrests.

"Except hiring me, of course," I point out. "You mentioned earlier today that was a mistake."

He tips his head toward me. "You heard that?"

"Yeah."

"It was a mistake," he says, voice heated. "But I'm not finding myself regretting it."

Our gazes catch and hold, and something in me tightens at the look in his. He might have turned me down yesterday, but he definitely meant what he said earlier. It wasn't for lack of want-because that's clear in his darkened eyes.

I wet my lips. "We should get some sleep. Tomorrow's the big day."

"Mmm," he says. "Showtime."

Neither of us moves.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"As well as could be expected, yes. You?"

"All right. The bed is very big. A lot bigger than I have at home, actually."

"Oh?"

I nod. What are we even talking about?

"Did you have a lot to drink tonight?"

"A bit. Why? Did you?"

His eyes look glazed, but I don't think it's with alcohol. "Yes. But I'm not drunk." He stands, his form towering over me. "Come on. Let's go to sleep."

I take his extended hand, the skin warm against mine. Shivers travel up my arm. "Together?"

His fingers grip mine tightly as he leads me through the living room. "God, Jungkook, you're really testing the limits of my self-discipline."

"It seems limitless."

"I thought so too, before you." He pauses by my bedroom door, hand still in mine, exactly like we'd been the day before. Only this time, he's the one who tips my head back. "Only to sleep."

"I promise."

His gaze travels down across my lips, my chest, my body, until I feel like I might burst from the scrutiny.

"Come on, then," I say softly, and pull him into my bedroom. He follows, watching me in silence as I fold back the covers and light the bedside lamp.

"Are you going to sleep fully clothed?"

He smiles at that and starts to undo the cuffs of his shirt. "No."

I walk into the en suite and brush my teeth, ignoring the thunderous beat of my heart. Judging from my reaction to him, you'd think I'd never slept in a bed with a man before-not to mention slept with one. In the mirror, my cheeks are flushed, my eyes excited.

Taehyung's kicked off his trousers and is standing by the bed in just his boxers. His shirt hangs unbuttoned, revealing the same powerful chest I'd marveled at earlier today.

I slide into bed and pull the covers up. "You're just going to stand there?"

He huffs out a breathless laughter. "Ruthless, Jungkook. As always."

"You wouldn't want it any other way."

He shrugs out of his button-up. "I'll be right back."

When he returns from the bathroom, I've already turned the light off and snuggled deeper under the covers.

Taehyung lifts the covers and the mattress dips as he lies down. For a few seconds, we lie side by side, completely quiet.

"Well," he says finally, "you're right. The bed is very big."

"Thanks for confirming it."

He huffs. "You never stop taking me to task, do you?"

"No," I say softly, trying and failing to ignore how close he is in the darkness. With his head on the pillow next to mine, our bodies separated by nothing but willpower.

"All right," he murmurs. "Sleep well then, Jungkook."

"You too, Taehyung."

Maybe it's the hours we spent at sea, or all the socializing at Jin hyung's, but my eyes drift closed of their own accord. The bed is too comfortable for me to resist.

I'm cuddled against something warm when I blink them open again. Taehyung is settled behind me, the warmth of his body curving around mine. He's taller than me, but it's never been as noticeable as now. He's everywhere. He's also tense, angling away from me.

I peer over my shoulder and try to catch his eyes in the darkness. "Taehyung? Did I roll over to your side?"

He's fully awake, judging by the faint sigh. His strong hand on my hip turns me back. "Go back to sleep, Jungkook," he whispers.

I catch his hand and thread our fingers together. His skin is warm and dry against mine. I like the feeling of our hands together-I have ever since he first linked them together, days ago. "But you're awake."

"Yes."

I turn my body toward him and feel exactly what he's been trying to hide.

Heat flushes through me, my skin burning everywhere we touch, from his bare leg beside mine to his chest against my back.

The thick hardness of him against my hip.

"Yes," he says. "Another point to you."

I crane my head to meet his gaze. In the darkness, his eyes look black. "It's a bit hard to hide this one, isn't it?"

He turns his face into the pillow. "Yes," he mumbles. "It'll go away. Ignore it."

But there's no way I can ignore this. Heart beating hard in my chest, I turn over on my back and look at him. Our hands are still interlinked, and I rest them on my stomach, directly beneath my heart.

"Won't that be uncomfortable for you?"

His head turns back to mine. I can't read his face when he responds, voice gruff. "Yes."

"Hmm."

"Say what you want to say, Jungkook."

I smooth my thumb over the back of his hand and stare up at the ceiling. His hardness is still a heavy pressure against my hip which is making me hard too. "No, it's just, I've always wondered. How some can just ignore. it can be painful sometimes. To not get... release." God, my mouth is just running. I can't look at his face for fear of seeing teasing amusement there. It sounds like I've never been hard before, when in truth, I'm just nervous because it's him.

Taehyung's exhale is warm against my shoulder. "Sounds like you've been thinking about this a lot."

Damn. "A bit, sure."

His hand tightens around mine. "You want me to answer your questions."

It's a statement, not a question, but I nod nonetheless. In all honesty, I have no idea what I want. I want him, and I don't want him to move away, and I know we can't go further than this.

Even if the throbbing hardness of him is making me hard and that is making that fact very difficult to remember at the moment.

"What are you actually feeling right now like?" I ask, and wince inwardly at the silly question. At any moment, he'll pull the plug on this, angle himself away and cut the intimacy between us.

"Uncomfortable, at the moment," he says darkly. "Like an itch you need to
scratch. But they're not always the same you know that yourself."

"Mhmm yeah. Not all erections are like that" I am having the same feeling right now.

"Yups. Not all"

I frown. I'd always thought they were the same. "How do you differ them?"

Taehyung sighs. "Not once have I had this kind of conversation that with a guy. Of course you had to be different."

I can still feel him against me-despite his own words, it doesn't seem to be subsiding anytime soon. "I think the word you're looking for is unique. Tell me how do you differ them?"

"Hmm. All right. Sometimes it's just semi-hard, and it's a nuisance, but you know it'll go away. It happens. It's not painful or annoying."

"Yes i know that, had experience in teenage years a lot."

"Sometimes it's..." He breaks off. "God, Jungkook. Fine. Sometimes it's just plain hard, ready to be used."

"Mhm." Heat pools in my stomach at his words, at his body against mine.

"And that's what it is now right?"

"No, right now it's hard as a goddamn rock. But like I said, it'll go away."

I have to swallow before I can answer. Every part of me feels alive, nerve endings on alert. "That's very interesting," I murmur.

He gives a dark chuckle. "I can't believe I've been reduced to this."

"To what?"

"Lying next to a beautiful man in the dark, answering platonic questions about my cock."

My own laughter sounds startled. "I can't believe it either. I'm a grown man with one myself, and I'm asking you this?"

"Hmm." He closes his hand around my waist, fingers softly digging into my skin. "You're nervous."

My instinct is to say no. To argue with him, to spar a bit. But maybe we've done that too much-the competitions and the games.

"Maybe," I say. "But maybe I don't want to ignore it until it goes away." Gosh I am feeling the same now.

His hand closes around my waist. I feel him throbbing, sudden and hot,
against my hip.

"Hell, Jungkook..."

"I know," I whisper hurriedly. "We can't. You don't have to tell me. But maybe talking about it is the closest we'll get. Maybe it'll help."

"Mmm," he says quietly. "I don't think that's the way desire works, sweetheart. Or erections."

Something in me warms at the endearment. It sounds natural in his deep voice, husky now with arousal. I pull our interlinked hands higher, until they brush against the underside of my chest. "You haven't thought about it? What it would be like?"

"Sleeping together?"

"Yes."

Taehyung's quiet for a long moment. "Yes, of course I have."

The heat in my body spreads, until I feel like I'm too warm for this, for the cover and the camisole I'm sleeping in. "Tell me," I murmur.

Taehyung shakes his head, the silkiness of his hair tickling my forehead. "I've told you too much already. Your turn, Jungkook. Have you thought about it?"

Only all the time.

"Yes."

His thumb brushes across the side of my nipples. "Tell me."

I'm glad it's dark and he can't see my flushed face. We haven't slept together-haven't even seen each other naked!-and this still feels the most exposed I've ever been. "I've thought about how it would feel... having your arms around me."

"Like I do now?"

"Yes. But skin against skin. I'd be able to run my hand through your hair.
You'd kiss me, and you would..." My voice trails off, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.

"Courage failing you, Jeon? Tell me. What would I do in your fantasy?"

"You'd shred my outfit," I whisper. "All cool and professional, but your eyes would be... well. You'd just look at me for a long while."

He gives a low grunt, a command to continue.

"And then you'd kiss me again. But your hands would be everywhere, on my skin, on my... well. You'd tease me for a long time without undoing a single of your own buttons."

Taehyung's hand has moved imperceptibly higher. "I think you overestimate my restraint where you're concerned."

"Well, it is a fantasy," I defend myself. "What would you do instead? Tak me quickly?"

I wanted to throw him off balance with my words, but Taehyung's exhale is a dark chuckle. "Oh no, Jungkook. You're right in assuming I'd take my time. I'd want you to shatter in my arms several times over before I let you help me"-a press of his hips and hardness against me-"find release."

It's hard to focus on being good. On keeping my hands to myself, on ignoring the pull of his body and words. Heat pools in my stomach.

Remember our positions, I tell myself. Boss. Assistant. Contract.

"That sounds... good."

Taehyung laughs, pulling me in tighter so that his body is entirely curved around mine.

"Good? Jungkook, you have to admit it sounds fantastic."

I wet my lips. "Will I lose a point to you if I do?"

"No," he says softly. "I think I've already lost several tonight when I admitted just how much I want you."

I roll my hips lightly against his hardness, and he groans. "Yes, you have an obvious disadvantage there. It's hard for you to hide it."

"Oh?" His tone is heated. "You're hiding yours?"

When I didn't answer, his hand trails down my stomach, rough fingertips lightly touching my skin, leaving fire in their wake. "Not very sportsmanlike," he murmurs.

I suck in a breath as his hand toys with the hem of my shirt. He plays with it long enough that I can't help but taunt him. "Checking the thread count, Kim? I thought you were going to check me."

A warm breath washes over my neck. His lips must be close to my skin, a mere inch away. "Of course," he murmurs. "Fair is fair."

The back of his knuckles brush against my lower stomach and it brushes on my hard on and I close my eyes at the sudden flare of heated surprise His hand slips in under the hem and flattens against my stomach entirely. It's inching closer to where I want him, and I don't dare breathe for fear he'll change his mind. He'll go north again, he'll say something about professionalism, or the points game.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he presses a hot kiss to my neck and slides his hand clean under the waistband of my shorts and panties. He gives me plenty of time to stop him, to grab his wrist and say no.

I don't.

His hand slides further in between my legs. I spread them slightly, still hardly breathing, and then his fingers make contact. A shuddering breath escapes me as he discovers what I already knew.

"Fuck, Jungkook. This conversation really got you this wet?" I was alreading leaking with pre-cum

"Yes. Feeling you against my leg hasn't helped, you know."

He responds by pushing his erection more firmly against me, his hand softly stroking me, squeezing and teasing.

"There is nothing wrong with this," he murmurs. "You know that, right?"

Maybe I should be ashamed of what I do then-the mewling that escapes me, the faint rotation of my hips to get motion from his fingers more-but
there's no room for shame in my mind anymore.

"Yes," I murmur. "I do."

He slides his other arm under my neck, and it forms a steel band over my chest. I'm stuck, unable to do anything but lean against him and close my eyes at the sensations. His fingers circle my core and I shudder. It's been so long, and his skilled hands seem to know just what to do. They're the hands of a builder, an architect-a sailor.

And when he suddenly ghost a finger towards my rim... I grip his arm and try to calm my erratic breathing.

He mutters a curse against my temple. "Fucking hell, Kook... Spread your legs for me a little more."

I do what he says, the command sending fresh need pounding through me. He makes use of his better access immediately. Long strokes and short circles, alternating movements between my cock, my balls and hole relentlessly. He touches me until I'm hovering right at the edge, more turned on than I've been with a man before.

His lips press against my cheek. "You're safe with me," he murmurs. "Come for me."

I couldn't protest even if I wanted to. His movements speed up, and he adds finger in my hole.Taehyung switch his hands one fondled with my balls and one on my ass with now two fingers deep. It's game over-my release barrels through me. Taehyung released my balls and hold me tight as my legs straighten, my mind blank, breathing hard.

He slowly withdraws his hand. "You feel so good, sweetheart. Unreal."

It takes several moments before I can form thoughts again, but when I do, it's to notice that he's still painfully hard against my thigh. I roll my hips, and he groans obligingly, dark and husky.

I reach back to touch him, wanting to hear him groan with release because of my touch, to give him what he gave me. An iron grip locks around my hand.

"Not tonight, Jungkook."

"But you're still hard. Won't sleeping be difficult?"

"It'll go away," he says, tucking me firmly into the curve of his body. "Trust me."

"I do. I... thank you?"

He snorts, but it's good-natured, his hand once again splayed innocently across my stomach. "Go to sleep, Jungkook."

"All right. You too, though."

There's a touch of something against my hair-his lips? "I will."

My body is loose and heavy, and it's far too easy to relax in the comfort of his arms. We drift off like that, intertwined in the large master bed, and I sleep better than I have in a long while.

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To be continued........

Ohh gawd!! I am shy really
Well they are hanging with a single thread and getting very close to break .
Will Taehyung give in or it would stop to this only???