Taehyung and Jungkook get to the set late the next morning and everyone is waiting for Taehyung.

They would have been on time had Taehyung not made Jungkook have to physically drag him out of his penthouse.

Jungkook woke up to find the pinkette drinking before the sun even came up fully.

Jungkook stopped and made him drink water but even after he sobered up a little Taehyung still didn't want to leave.

    "Sorry we're late." Jungkook apologizes, bowing to Yoongi and the others before turning to Seokjin who is giving him that look, he just nods his head.

    "No worries. Are you ready to start working, Taehyung?" Yoongi asks the model.

    "Yeah, sure." He responds pushing his sunglasses on top of his head. "What are we starting with again?"

    "We're just gonna start fitting today and filming starts tomorrow." Jeonghan says from where he stands next to Jin.

Taehyung nods but he doesn't look like he's really listening.

"Hoseok, take Mr. Kim to the dressing rooms and start fitting him for tomorrow's shoot. Namjoon wants to get a couple test frames done as well so Minhyung get ready to take a few photos." Yoongi says to the brunette who smiles and steps forward.

"Sure, this way, Mr. Kim." He says before leading the way.

"Jungkook, go with Taehyung. Hoseok doesn't know his contract well." Jin says quickly.

"I actually looked over it last night. I think I got." Hoseok says with a wink before continuing.

"You can hang out with me then, Jungkook." Namjoon speaks up. "Are you any good with computers?"

"Um, not really." The younger says looking at Taehyung who follows behind Hoseok with a dreadful look on his face.

"I'll show you some stuff, come on." Namjoon says putting his arm over Jungkook's shoulder and leading him in the opposite direction of where Taehyung was being led by Hoseok.

The thought of Taehyung being alone with Hoseok made him worried.

He didn't want Taehyung to get hurt because the thought of him hurting made him hurt.

He didn't understand why, but he wanted~ he needed to protect Taehyung.

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Taehyung silently stands by the door, wishing he had drunk more alcohol to numb the feelings stirring inside of him.

    "So, Tae. How're things going?" Hoseok asks as he gets his things set up to fit the pinkette. "You look great, is 2-3 treating you right?"

Taehyung swallows hard before forcing himself to answer. "Why are you here?"

    "Here? Because I'm working with Yoongi. Isn't that why you're here?" The brunette shoots back.

    "You know what I mean, Hoseok. You knew I was signed to 2-3, why would you work with someone who was involved with my company?" Taehyung asks, his patience wearing as he glares at the other.

    "Yoongi's my boyfriend." He shrugs. "I wanted to work with him. See, not everything is about you."

Taehyung feels like he's been punched in the gut after Hoseok's words.

Hoseok walks over and stops directly in front of him. "You've been drinking, haven't you?"

He doesn't answer, casting his eyes down to avoid the hurt of looking him in the eye.

    "It's not even noon." He chuckles. "It's still not a good look on you, baby."

Taehyung looks up at him. "Just do your fucking job and stop talking to me."

Hoseok laughs. "Sure, come let me fit you real quick."

Taehyung follows him over to the fitting station and Hoseok starts taking measurements.

    "He's fucking you, isn't he?" Hoseok says suddenly.

    "What are you talking about?" Taehyung asks.

    "That kid, Jungkook." He clarified as he wraps the measuring strip around his waist.

The pinkette rolls his eyes. "No. Not that it's any of your business."

Hoseok snickers but falls silent as he continues taking the measurements.

He finishes after another minute or so. "You should lose some weight."

Taehyung doesn't respond to the comment, he already knows he needs to lose weight.

    "Here, put this on." Hoseok says handing him a garment bag.

He takes it. "Where can I change?"

    "Right here." The brunette says with a smirk as he leans against the back of the couch that was in the room.

    "I'd rather not, can you please leave?" Taehyung asks, his mind for some reason replaying a familiar situation like this that happened the first time he and Hoseok messed around.

Taehyung was new to the label and Hoseok had been in the industry for a while, he remembers Hoseok making him change in front of him and how one thing led to another and they went all the way for the first time.

Hoseok chuckles but stands to leave anyway. "Hurry up, Yoongi's really impatient."

After he's gone Taehyung releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He really wished he was drunk right now, these emotions were too much to bare sober.

He changes into the out and he hates it, not only were the colors too bright, the shirt was a long sleeved crop top with slits on the side to expose his sides.

The pants are loose fitting calypso pants in a royal blue shade.

The two clothing items don't exactly go together but Taehyung makes it work like he makes everything work.

He tugs the shirt down desperately, Hoseok didn't give him and shoes so he figured he was going bare foot.

The door flies open and he turns around.

    "Are you finish....damn." Hoseok trails off, his eyes shamelessly raking over Taehyung's body.

The pinkette flushes and turns away to try and fix his shirt.

Hoseok closes the door behind him and stalks over to the model, stopping closely behind him. "You're still so fuckable, Tae."

Taehyung stops moving when he feels Hoseok's hands on his waist. "H-Hoseok~"

He shushes him and pulls him back so his backside presses against his front. "You still want me, don't you, Tae?"

    "You and Yoongi~"

    "I asked a question." The brunette says, his voice low and as demanding as usual.

    "No." Taehyung says pulling away and facing him. "I thought we both made it clear that we were through with each other."

Hoseok's eyes flash with anger and suddenly wraps his hand around Taehyung's throat and slams him against the mirror hanging on the wall.

Taehyung grabs a handful of Hoseok's hair and pulls it harshly.

Their eyes lock and both of them have a burning lust lingering there from years of bad romance.

Taehyung feels tears welling in his eyes and a strangled cry leaves his lips.

    "I hate you." He says, wanting to mean every word.

Hoseok's grip tightens and Taehyung pulls his hair harder.

    "You hate me?" Hoseok asks, emotion burning in his eyes.

    "I want to." Taehyung answers, tears staining his cheeks.

Hoseok closes the space between them, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss.

Taehyung kisses him back, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths and their hearts beating way too fast.

Hoseok pushes him away, making his head hit the glass. "You messed everything up."

    "I'm sorry." The pinkette apologizes, too lost in the moment to care how pathetic he sounds.

    "It's your fault." He spits, his words holding nothing but anger and resentment.

    "I know." Taehyung says.

    "You ruin everything you touch." Hoseok continues.

    "I know." The pinkette repeats.

    "I hate you."

    "I know."

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