Taehyung gawked at the younger who was taking the basket inside the changing rooms, “ We can just buy them, Jungkook. Why do you wanna try them here?”

Jungkook eyed him varyingly, “ I always try on my clothes before buying them. You don't have to try if you don't want to but I'm not gonna trust my wallet with their written sizes”

He chunked the load of the clothes on the counter of the trial room and gestured to Taehyung while holding the curtains, “ You wanna come inside or keep standing there like my guard?”

Taehyung blinked his eyes and looked around to him, “ I don't think two people are allowed in one trial room.”

“This is a couple trial room, Mr Goody two shoes.” Jungkook grumbled and sighed when he closed the curtains on Taehyung's face. 

He didn't let his face explain but Taehyung was expecting a slap from Jungkook very soon. He shouldn't have dropped those boxers inside their basket. He surely…finely..totally! must have lost his mind. He knows this is not an acceptable behavior from a married man towards another married man but the kind of situationship they are suffering from..

shouldn't be acceptable as well.

But here they are. Enjoying a holiday in a new city like a married couple. Taehyung wouldn't lie, he is enjoying himself. A type of enjoyment that he had left behind to grow mature and become a family man.

Family. 

A word he doesn't know if he is qualified enough to live with. He walked around the aisles filled with different brands and styles, he strolled from one side to another. 

‘What the hell.’

Taehyung stopped in his steps when he heard the familiar groan coming from behind the locked curtains. His heartbeat picked up the pace, not realizing his legs were already proceeding towards the dressing room. 

He stopped right in front of the brown curtains, “Are you okay? What happened?” His hands were becoming clammy with each passing second, however his voice held enough strength to pretend as if he wasn't the one behind the blunder Jungkook might be going through.

Jungkook swapped the curtains and pulled the static figure of the lawyer inside the cubicle, “How the hell are these boxers for men? What are they even hiding!” He gushed in a low voice, “Apart from this jock cup! it's fitting is nice around my cock but look it's back,” Jungkook turned around and Taehyung’s eyes weren't ready to see what they were seeing. 

His mouth fell open around nothing as he stared at the most beautiful skin of a human ever existed. A beautiful pair of cheeks pouring out of the short opening of the boxers. Jungkook was holding his t-shirt around his tiny waist to show his backside to the man, his fingers clutching the fabric loosely.

Taehyung gulped the overflowed lava of desire down his throat. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say something, Jungkook turned around. 

“Sickening! Isn't it?” He exclaimed before going for his old pair. It looked like he had tried these boxers at the last and now he was about to throw them away.

This can't be happening. Not after his eyes have taken a gaze, his nose has taken a puff. But now his mouth wants a taste too. One can't just take it away from his hungry self after serving him such a delicious meal.

“Yes. It's sickening but in a good way.” Taehyung breathed out his voice which was more brutal than he had expected. 

Jungkook heard those words quite clearly, his hands stopped around his waist where he was tucking the waistband of his old boxers around his hips. He wore the boxers and turned around to look at the lawyer while his fingers were still holding the special piece of short boxers.

His mind reminded himself about the person who had actually wandered around the aisle of boxers and dumped some of them inside their basket. He cornered that person and looked at him through his sharp gaze.

“In a good way? How may I ask?” He approached Taehyung with slow steps, knowing every part of the brain cells that were taking wide turns in the lawyer’s head. 

Taehyung’s eyes were deflecting towards those bare muscular thighs to the grip of the younger around the boxers to his staring eyes, asking questions from him.

“I mean to say… They look nice on you. You can wear them on some occasions if you feel comfortable of course.” 

“What kind of occasions are we talking about here?” Jungkook tilted his neck with a sharp squint in his eyes.

Taehyung gulped audibly but didn't shy away from the suggestion,“ You know very well, for which occasions they will be suitable for.”

Before meeting this lawyer, Jungkook didn't know that he could make advances or flirt with anyone and now he doesn't even know how to handle the words that fell out of his mouth,“ Am I? If the said occasions include your hands on my body and your tongue down my throat, then maybe.. I would like to consider the thought of taking them for myself.”

Taehyung blinked his eyes and looked around to clear the hot air round him. However, he found himself pinned against the wall of the room instantly and a feathery voice beneath his ear, “ But I don't want to buy them.”

Jungkook pulled away to see the questioning gaze of the lawyer, his brows furrowed together so prettily. 

What?

“What?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook raised his hand, the boxers were still wrapped around his palm when he rubbed his finger on the sharp jaw of the lawyer, “If you want me to wear this for you…You have to do something for me.”

His whole body shuddered when the strong hands wrapped around his waist. Jungkook was still in one of the t-shirts and his old boxers. A shiver rumbled around the back of his nape when Taehyung didn't even hesitate to slide his hands beneath the t-shirt and hold his waist too tightly… perfectly. 

“And what could it be?” The desperation in the lawyer’s voice sent tons of butterflies straight to the younger’s ribs. He hadn't felt these things before, the things that were engaging and attracting him towards something where he shouldn't be going.

Jungkook curled his hands around Taehyung’s neck and smashed their chests together, “ If you want to see these boxers on me, or want to tear them off of me, or want to see how they looked when you fuck me on my knees, or-”

It happened before Jungkook could complete his breath as Taehyung freed his one hand and grabbed Jungkook’s hair from above his nape, he squeezed his fist around it and jerked his head, “Don’t test me, Jungkook. Just say what you are desperate for and I promise I will just do that.”

It was becoming hard for Jungkook to breathe properly, those dounting eyes of the lawyer were forcing him down on his knees, questioning his sanity by coming so close to him. 

“Steal them for me.” 

He doesn't know if he said those words or imagined them loudly in his mind but the haunting expressions on the lawyer’s face gave him enough proof.

“Have you lost it? Each of them has security tags, we will get caught!” Taehyung whisper-shouted, jerking Jungkook’s head back over his face. 

A lazy smile spread on those pillowy lips as Jungkook slid his hands over the lawyer's chest before going down to grab a rubber band from his pocket. Before Taehyung even knew what the hell the younger was on, Jungkook plucked out the tag as professionally as the workers on the counter, “ Been there, done that.”

“Choice is yours, Taehyung. If you want me to wear this, steal it and I will do whatever you will need me to do. If you don't, then we can leave this boxer inside this room as a defective piece.” The options were clear for Jungkook and the choice was also clear in Taehyung’s eyes.

But the lawyer shook his head, “ It's not a good idea, they will catch us. We can’t be arrested on a foreign land, I don't even have any lawyer friends here who would defend us.” 

“I have left the choice in your hands, it depends on all you can decide for yourself,” Jungkook said while pulling away from the stunned male and went to pick his pants from the ground. 

Taehyung watched as the younger pulled his jeans around his thighs before tugging them over the slope of his ass. The curvy ass hid behind the thick material of jeans and it irked something bad inside him. 

His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip before he exhaled loudly enough to gain the attention of the other, “How do you expect me to carry this out of this shop, I surely can't walk outside while waving these boxers in my hand.” 

“No one is telling you to wave it on their faces when you can hide them easily.” Jungkook changed the t-shirt into his old top and went to the confused lawyer who was still standing in the corner with half anger and half misery reflecting in his eyes. 

“How?” 

“I know a place where no one could dare to check, not like they will even doubt your handsome face but for your assurance.” Jungkook held the belt of Taehyung’s pants and yanked it forward to pull the pin out before loosening it up. 

His hands went for the buttons next and as he was about to slide them below the hips, Taehyung grabbed his hands, “What are you doing?”

Jungkook tilted his neck innocently, eyes too naive to hold such expressions, “Hiding my boxers in your cave. You will keep them warm, won't you?” 

“Have you gone insane?” Taehyung jostled Jungkook’s hands but when the younger didn't budge from his position… the lawyer saw his defeat then and there. Jungkook twisted his wrist away from Taehyung’s hold and pushed the pants down to his thighs. 

He smiled and thanked the mercy above when he saw Taehyung finally wearing some boxers. He pulled at the center of the band, his mouth salivating when he saw the huge cock nestled around the jock cup, half hard and half cozy. 

He pushed on Taehyung’s chest and the lawyer rested his upper body over the wall. It takes everything from Jungkook to not drop on his knees and worship the prettiest cock he was blessed to see and feel, he controlled his hands and lips all to himself when shoved his boxers beneath Taehyung’s balls and he couldn't help himself when he felt the weight of the crotch on his palm.

He heard the sharp inhales of the lawyer and took a whiff of his own arousal, “ Keep them safe and I will let you enjoy them on me.” 

Jungkook’s hands started to tremble around the half hard cock when he decided to pull away. He adjusted the boxer around Taehyung’s hips before tucking the pants in its previous position. 

It was hard for Taehyung to keep his breaths in check, he was too shocked and stunned to speak anymore. He watched the younger piling all the clothes in the cart and smiling towards him in certainty. He locked their hands together and clacked their shoulders while walking out of the room.

Jungkook pushed the cart and checked them out on the counter one by one, the boy behind the counter looked young and smart, “ Will this be all?” 

“Yes, we would like to pay.” Jungkook talked in Italian, no one can say that a thief was hiding behind that confident smiling face. Taehyung blinked his eyes before taking out his card for the payment. 

“Darling, why don't you go to the car?” Jungkook said while holding one of Taehyung’s sleeves, “I will join you soon.”

Taehyung didn't expect the simple peck on his lips when he started to push the cart. It calmed his nerves enough when he boarded the cart through the security check and the guard helped him with the shopping bags and thanked him before taking the cart back to the mall. 

Taehyung leaned against the wall at his first turn and closed his eyes in much relief. What the fuck is he doing???

Jungkook smiled kindly as the cashier thanked him for his heavy tip and bragged enough to come and shop from their shop again. His feet were going quirky with each step as he stepped out of the mall and searched for Taehyung.

He was panting when he found the man leaning against the wall of an alley, he stood in front of him motionlessly. Eyes showing so much craving and hunger, waiting for just to snap at something. 

When Taehyung opened his eyes he could sense the anger behind those hazy eyelids, so when he opened his mouth to throw profanities at the younger, Jungkook knew how to stop him.

“You bloody ba-”

His tongue tangled around Taehyung's, who opened his mouth eagerly to deepen the kiss. The shopping bangs landed on the ground when Taehyung hoisted Jungkook around his hips and slammed him against the wall without breaking their mouths apart. 

Jungkook mewled in need when Taehyung humped against their clothed hard-ons. Jungkook wanted everything the man could ever give him and Taehyung was more than ready to satiate the burning desire of their bodies.

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Jimin turned the page of his diary while twirling the straw in his hot chocolate syrup. His eyes were flicking back and forth from a table where some familiar faces were sitting or… flirting.

He watched with his keen eyes as Yeonsu tucked some of Mehrin’s hair behind her ear. His eyes were passive but bated an eyebrow when the girl giggled and left for the washroom.

Jimin might be just nineteen years old but he knows very well what to expect when a male follows his girl to the washroom. His girl? That's a question to answer but as for the so-called treatment, it could be so.

He finished his hot chocolate in peace and highlighted some notes in his diary when he saw both of them walking out of the washroom with red cheeks.

Well…

That was fast. 

Jimin folded his things into a small bag and hung it around his back before going to stand in the line to pay the order. He was standing just behind the girl and he was totally meant to listen to what they were talking.

“Yeonsu, I think we should visit the hospital to refill… um… the boxes. We have run out of protections.” 

Gotcha.

Jimin smiled when he heard the lady in her clear voice. He pushed his hairs out of his eyes to the back of his head while pretending to be focused on his phone.

He heard the low laugh as the male pulled the lady closer to his chest, “Or we can try and taste how it feels without any protection.” 

Jimin was still in his position when he heard the suggestive tone of the male. He couldn't see his expressions but from his words alone, he can declare this man a huge mistake. He comes out of his thoughts when the cashier knocks on the counter to gain his attention. 

“Yes, I'm sorry.”

He paid for his coffee and didn't hesitate to follow the couple out of the restaurant. He watched with his wide soft eyes as the couple drove past him on a path… that surely didn't go towards the hospital.

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The things you are thinking aren't going to happen the way you are thinking.

In the next chapter, details will be delivered so don't worry. 

Have a good day, lovely readers.

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