"More purple" Jungkook nodded as he splashed his wet brush onto the canvas, squiggling his line and framing the face of his painting in a brighter background. 

"Morning" a raspy voice said from behind him, lazy steps dragging across the wooden floor. The sudden sound had his brush stroke break, making him click his tongue .

"Your Uber will be here at 11, you should get ready" he replied, not bothering to look back as much as he wanted to fix his slight mistake.

"What?" the clueless, half naked man muttered through a smile, insisting on that morning back hug. Jungkook sighed, allowing the arms to snake around his middle yet not reciprocating the intention, he put the brush into the tainted water cup and assessed his piece from where he stood. 

"As I said, you should get ready for your ride home" he repeated, tilting his head slightly upon noticing a less solid black line. He walked closer to the canvas, making the arms loosen and drop to the owner's sides.

"Are you serious right now?" the stranger said with a stronger tone, offence starting to settle in his mind. 

"Did you wish to go home on foot?" Jungkook couldn't hide his disinterest if he tried. For all he knew, he slept with a woman last night, until he found a not so feminine body on the other side of the bed this morning. Not that he minded of course.

"You're such an asshole" the fling replied, clearly not pleased with his attitude. Jungkook decided to look at the man, taking in his appearance and acknowledging that he does have good taste even drunk. 

"I'm sorry, did you enjoy last night?" he asked, leaning on the back of a chair with his extended arms, flexing his triceps naturally and noting the way the other's gaze lingered on his exposed upper body. 

"It was nice" his tone softened, he seemed taken aback by the question. 

"Nice?" Jungkook asked again, wanting a more elaborate answer because he honestly could not remember.

"You obviously know how to touch a man" his thin lips stretched into a sly smile and his body relaxed.

"I hear that a lot" Jungkook nodded, narrowing his eyes as he looked down to the other's naked legs, right below the hem of that loose shirt he had on. 

"Canvases come in all shapes and forms" the other pointed out, following his gaze down to the hickeys on his inner thigh, disappearing under the shirt and unknowingly trailing all the way up to his belly button. 

"So it seems" the artist smirked, "Now if you don't mind, I would like to go back to painting, so if you could please get ready, your ride will be here at 11" he repeated, this time not striking any nerve.

"Since you asked so politely" the one-night stand nodded and walked away with a soft smile, disappearing behind the door to his bedroom and giving him the peace and quiet he required. 

---

The doorbell rang while he was drying his hair. Wrapped in a long bath robe, he kept the towel on top of his head and walked over to the entrance, opening the door and revealing his brother's face. 

"Stop delivering this stuff to my house Jungkook" was the first thing he said as he let himself in to settle the sealed box on the closest surface available. 

"It was a mistake Tae" he rolled his eyes. 

"Every time?" the older sighed, leaning against the minibar counter and pouring himself a glass of water. 

"My apartment is too beautiful to house plain brown boxes I'm not willing to open just yet" he shrugged, sitting across from him on a stool and watching him quench his thirst. 

"Spare a room for your deliveries Jungkook I don't care" he insisted. 

"Why don't you spare a room for my deliveries? You have a whole nursery room in your house, do you think the baby gives a fuck if it's full of toys she can't use or her uncle's art supplies?" he shrugged, satisfied with his argument. 

"There's a reason I gave my daughter a nursery room and not a spot in the attic" Taehyung plainly replied.

"There you go, you have an attic, you don't mind a couple more boxes in there" the younger clapped one time to finish. 

"Send one more box to my address and I'll leave it outside for someone to take" he threatened, both eyebrows raised.

"You wouldn't"

"Try me" he responded, holding eye-contact for a few seconds to show conviction.

"Whatever, thanks for bringing this one in I guess" he grumbled, hating that he cowered down in the end.

"Very well little brother, I'll be on my way" he announced as he stood up, looking around one time and scrunching his nose. "And please let this apartment breathe a little, the smell of sex is stuck on the walls"

"You're just jealous you don't have as much fun as I do" Jungkook teased. 

"No, I am in no way jealous of you Jungkook" he shook his head, almost disturbed by the idea.

"You're gonna tell me you love your life as a new parent CEO jazz lover, or whatever the fuck you're into these days" he scoffed, clearly not buying a word of it. If he knew one thing about his older brother, is he was a freak in college, and that doesn't just go away. 

"I've matured Kook, you should try it one day" he pursed his lips, "And for your knowledge, I do have fun. It just doesn't include fucking everything that breathes. Seriously get a hobby or something" he said, picking up his keys with the tip on his finger.

"I already have a hobby"

"Not your nude paintings" he shook his head.

"My paintings are arousing"

"I wouldn't say it like that"

"What's wrong big bro, can't get it up anymore?" the younger asked, jokingly nudging his side with a demeaning chuckle. 

"Shut up" Tae replied, slapping his chest and laughing as well. "Stop by the company, I could get you a job" he suggested.

"Hard pass, offices are not my scene" Jungkook declined the offer, finishing with the towel once he judged his hair to be dry enough. 

"What's your scene exactly?" his brother asked, already not liking the answers he anticipated. 

"Exhibitions, museums, theatres, anywhere I can appreciate art instead of boring numbers and statistics." He could tell from the look in the other's eyes that he wasn't expecting that. 

"I thought you'd say clubs or bars" he huffed. 

"Those too, but I am a man of refined taste before all" he smirked. "That said, I admit I picked up my best fucks in exhibitions. There's something about people desperately looking for a connection with art that gets me going. I love to sweet talk them and leave them begging in my sheets" he chuckled at Taehyung's uncomfortable expression. 

"You need someone to hurt that ego of yours"

"Right. Because I would let that happen" he nodded, humoring his foolish brother. 

"Do you ever think of settling down or something? Just, having a stable life?"

"I am settled"

"No like, have a partner"

"Like one? For a long time?" he asked, not wrapping his mind around the question.

"Yes Jungkook, a significant other, get married maybe have a child, or not. Just have something permanent" Tae elaborated, baffled that he even had to do so. Just when did his brother detach himself from that concept?

"I know we haven't been talking much since you got the company but you're really offending me right now, do you even know me anymore?" Jungkook scrunched his face in judgement. "I'm glad you found yourself in that type of life but I will barf if you mention it again" he informed, forcefully blinking to shake the images off. 

"You need help"

"And you need to go back to your family because I have an exhibition to get ready for in a bit. You know what happens at exhibitions" he winked, walking into his bedroom and leaving him in the minibar to find his way out by himself. 

---

He was already excited about one of his favorite artists' pieces being displayed in such a luxurious gallery. He knew he was going to meet some interesting people there, so he made sure he looked dashing, drove his expensive Mercedes and carried his cards-full wallet. He wasn't materialistic per se, but if there's something he fancied, he wanted to be able to get it. That applied to art, women, and men. 

His phone rang a couple times before he picked up, speaking through the bluetooth of his car and not really checking who it was beforehand.

"Hello"

"Jungkook, hi umm... Am I gonna see you tonight at the gallery on Oak street?" a female voice said, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion and check the name on the screen, only to find a random phone number. 

"I'm sorry who is this?" he asked.

"It's Naomi, don't tell me you didn't save my number" the woman replied, seemingly smiling on the other side while he looked around trying to recall her face.

"Right! Naomi... From the... Yeah no I did save it I just didn't look at the caller" he awkwardly chuckled. 

"Honestly after that dinner at Moreno I didn't know if we would see each other again" she replied, and only then did it click. Of course, Naomi, the manager.

"Yeah it was crazy... Will you be there?" he asked instead.

"I'm already at the gallery with Mark, I saw a piece that reminded me of you and thought I'd call" she informed, greeting some people in the background.

"Is that so? Well I don't know if I can stop by, I have to meet my brother for some business dinner or something, he didn't fully brief me. I'll let you know if I can make it though" he lied. 

There goes his plan for the night. Don't get him wrong she was a nice lady, very attractive too, but he was actually avoiding the artist she managed because he was another one-night stand gone wrong. Naomi doesn't know but whenever they see each other, Mark tries to get in his pants, just like at Moreno where he had to make up excuses and escape out of there. 

"Oh that's too bad, it's a lovely exhibition" she sounded disappointed, but he would rather actually go to a business dinner than put up with Mark at this point.

Where should he go now, a club? Not dressed like that. Maybe a bar, somewhere he could just sit and enjoy a few drinks, maybe find someone to take home but he didn't count on it too much. He parked in front of a hotel, deciding to try their rooftop bar and at least enjoy the warm night if anything.

"What can I get you?"

"A double scotch please" he replied, sitting at the counter and subtly roaming his eyes over the unfamiliar faces. "Thank you" he added when the man served his order. He put his keys on the counter, grabbing the glass and taking a sip before humming in delight. 

"Here, open tab please" he replied as he slid one of his credit cards to the bartender, putting his wallet back in into his pocket, along with the keys not to lose them. 

He spun in his seat to have a view of the skyline rather than the shelf of different alcohol bottles, although it was rather pleasing to look at. In the middle of his next sip, his eyes landed on a young man getting up from a booth where two other people sat. He walked away, travelling across the terrace towards the bathrooms. 

Jungkook's eyes followed those legs as they took him where he wanted to be, studying the movements his body made from top to bottom. It was not difficult to see his leg muscles at work, nor was it hard to notice the flow of his arms before one of them reached towards his back pocket, pulling his phone out of his jeans and exposing the curve of those ass cheeks. 

Jungkook hissed, taking another sip of his scotch and wishing that thin bomber jacket wasn't covering his upper body, but maybe he could take care of that himself. A lot can happen in a bathroom, but he was classy, or was he? Certainly one bathroom hookup didn't sound so bad right now. 

A few minutes later, the stranger came out to the terrace again, and Jungkook wouldn't admit that he had all sorts of thoughts meanwhile. He chuckled at himself, of course he wanted him, but he needed to be careful not to mess up his chances. Picking up people at a bar can be particularly creepy if you do or say the wrong thing. 

He finished his drink but didn't put it down just yet, liking the coldness of the glass in his hand. Instead, he leaned back against the counter with his elbows and looked up, trying to clear the sinful images in his mind with the sparkling stars.

Not to say that he memorized his facial features, but Jungkook could sculpt the man's sharp jawline like child's play. There was something about the way he toggled between that bright innocent smile and those bedroom eyes that was so sexy. He wondered if he could draw out both sides when he has him writhing underneath.

"Another" he quickly told the bartender, he needed the alcohol if he didn't want to pop a boner out in the open.

He pulled his phone out, checking his texts and talking to some people, occasionally lifting his head to see what the purple-haired boy was doing. Sometimes he was talking to friends, others he was drinking from his Gin. If not, he was throwing casual touches on his friends' waists or upper-thighs. 

Oh to be one of those boring people right now, just to sit right next to him and get a load of that beauty up close. He was so fixated on his praising thoughts that he didn't register the subject of his current fantasies looking right back until he didn't.

Jungkook smirked, sliding his phone in his pocket and giving him his full attention. His night was either going to be exciting or very bland depending on what the stranger did with his obvious interest. 

It's been a little over an hour now, and not only was he tipsy but he and the man were exchanging little glances here and there. He decided he's had enough of this foreplay when he saw one of the people in the booth slide a hand into his inner thigh. Just who did she think she was.

"Can you please make an After Dark for Gucci over there" Jungkook said, subtly motioning towards the person in question. The man behind the counter smirked and nodded "After Dark coming right up" he confirmed. 

He watched as one of the waitresses discreetly informed him of the drink awaiting at the counter, making him turn in slight surprise. Jungkook was caught staring but he didn't even flinch, he wanted this and he was going to have it. The stranger walked in his direction, the corner of his mouth pulling into a mischievous smirk while he slowly strutted past him to sit on a stool.

"You've been staring at me all night" he said, looking at his own lap briefly before peering up at Jungkook's dark orbs.

"It sure felt that long" he replied, containing his lust.

"Do you look at everyone like that?" the other muttered, sliding his fresh drink closer with the tips of his fingers on the rim of the glass. He wore wrist jewelry, such dainty wrists he had. Jungkook wondered what other accessories would look nice around them.

"Only those who catch my eye" he replied, losing himself in the man he silently admired from one side of the terrace. He was pretty, that much he could tell from afar, but how much prettier could he get as he drowned in pleasure. 

"Then should I assume you found your prey for the night?" his plump lips formed the words so elegantly before wrapping around the straw, eyes not leaving each other. 

Jungkook liked how the boy called himself a 'prey', thinking it accurately described the dynamic, but he wondered if the stranger had his way around words under other circumstances. 

In fact, he wondered if those lips let out more than words. He'd love to converse, but he would rather that be while they were tangled in his sheets. For now, he needed to do more and say less.

"All I have to do is claim it." Jungkook took a gamble, betting all-in. He leaned closer, shut his eyelids and had a taste of the lips he'd watched move pointlessly for so long. Did he love the feeling or did he adore it, he couldn't tell. He grazed his teeth on the plush bottom one, earning a little gasp and a shy smirk through the kiss. 

The Gucci boy's hands found their way to his knee, slowly feeling up his thigh and he wondered when would be the right time to take him home. Jungkook let him touch wherever he liked and get used to him, while he stayed gentle, only showing a bit of fire at times.

"Do you usually take your preys somewhere after claiming them?" his voice was smooth and sexy, like the rest of him, just the right amount of feminine and masculine to hit the spot. Jungkook's eyes were hooded, heavy and trying really hard not to look where he shouldn't. 

"My place, big and comfy... Unless my prey can't handle the wait" he answered, feeling the other's hand shyly lingering on his knee and pulling it towards himself, making him get off the stool and stand between his legs. "What do you say?" he asked, putting the smaller hand on his own waist and pressing a couple kisses on the stranger's tender neck, pleased with the blissful sigh he let out.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I have places to be" he instead said, slightly pulling away to look him in the eyes, register the disappointment in them, then lean in for one last kiss. The stranger softly retracted the hand that was on his waist and Jungkook immediately felt colder, unable to comprehend what was happening until he was no longer in sight. 

No, people don't just vanish, but Jungkook was too dazed to follow.

He didn't get his name, or number, or any way to find him, and so he realized he may not see him ever again. The thought alone hurting his cock more than it already was. He needed to find some sort of release, but anywhere he looked everyone seemed more and more dull compared to the captivating young man. 

He sighed, looking at the bartender and muttering a defeated "Double scotch, close the tab." He was going home utterly blue-balled, with fresh memories to get off to. How could the man even leave the way he did, was he not equally turned on? He felt the eagerness in his touches, yet he still had enough self-control to walk away like it never happened. 

Jungkook knew how attractive he was, he had no doubts about himself, but the fact that the other didn't completely give in to him the way everyone else did just bugged him. He reached into his pocket to find his phone and clicked his tongue. Putting his drink down, he looked into the other one, not remembering where he put it. 

"Huh?" he hummed, standing up straight and checking again, realizing he did not only lose his phone but his keys and wallet too. 

"Did he..." he muttered, trying to remember where the stranger was touching him, baffled by his cluelessness as he worked out the way he just got played. He took my chapstick too? he asked himself. 

He signed his bill and took his credit card, glad he kept this one at least. "Hey can you... can you call me a cab or something?" he asked, noting how the bartender figured out what happened and bit down a smile before nodding. 

This whole time he thought he was in control, he thought he had him in the palm of his hand, when in reality he was but a pawn. 

He was the prey all along. 

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First chapter of this story! What do you think?

Also, this is going to be a random update schedule. I will write it whenever I feel inspired and have time since I also got 2 ongoing stories and a lot of work ahead of me :( I hope you understand...

That said, I am excited about this plot myself!

-Aida-