Losing consciousness after cumming all over the chaise was not how Taehyung planned to spend the night. His hands were tired, his bum was sore, and his mind still stuck between a hazy dream and stark reality.

Did he really just fuck himself in the ass merely to find out the stranger's identity? Taehyung should have known better. It was nobody's fault but his own that he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Who could have guessed that man previously tied up, looking like an angel would become the devil sitting on his shoulders?

But at least now, Taehyung had a name, whether it's real he would not know until much later.

J for Jae-Joong. J for Jay Park. J for Jae-Won.

J for Jackass. J for Jackoff. J for Jack-in-the-Beanstalk.

Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang. He hurriedly picked it up, half-expecting, half-dreading the call.

"Hey, Tae! What are you doing?"

"Oh, it's you."

Bo-gum laughed. "You sound disappointed. It's Christmas for God's sake. Cheer up."

"What time is it?"

"You're asking me? I'm the one who has a hangover. What did you do?"

"Ah.... nothing much." Taehyung did not want to tell his best friend about his not-so-conventional sexual adventures the previous night, no matter how close their relationship. The last thing he needed was Bo-gum chiding him for being reckless and perhaps irresponsible.

"And you couldn't give me a hand?"

"Well, you're a big boy. You can manage yourself."

"Ah, so I see how it is. You don't love me anymore."

"But I never loved you in the first place," Taehyung quipped.

"Oh wow! That burns! Did you have a rough night?"

"Well, you can say that again."