As soon as Taehyung’s consciousness rushed back to him from the best sleep he had in years, it sought Jay automatically.

He rolled over with a faint smile tugging at his lips, but the said smile froze on his face as he took in Jay’s empty bed. A quick scan of the room told him he wasn’t there, and his bafflement only amplified.

“Good morning, Tae,” Hoseok chirped from his lying position.

Taehyung forced his confusion away and smiled at his hyung. “Good morning.” He dipped his head to glance at Jimin’s bed, but didn’t find him there. “Where’s Chim?”

“In the bathroom.”

“Oh. And... Jay?”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t in his bed when I woke up.”

A contemplative brume cloaked Taehyung’s features. After the longest and most passionate kiss he ever had yesterday, Jay dressed himself, reminded him that whatever happened was a onetime thing, and left the room before Taehyung could object or question him more.

He returned to the room and found him lying in his bed. He told him how much fun he had and that he would love to repeat that night if Jay changed his mind. Jay told him he had fun as well and then turned his back to him and slept.

Why he wasn’t in his bed the next morning was a mystery to Taehyung, and it filled him with a churning of emotions he loathed. He wanted to see him, talk to him, make sure they were okay, maybe even tantalize him enough to make him want another round with him.

But Jay wasn’t in his bed even after Taehyung came back from his usual morning swim with his friends and their lunch.

Taehyung was seething with unease. He couldn’t understand where he could have gone so suddenly and for so many hours. He knew he barely left his room, so the possibility of him going outside was null. Then a thought burst upon him like thunder. The storage room. He had to be there.

Taehyung descended the ladder of his bed in haste. “Um, I’m going to grab something to drink from the store,” he lied as he wore his shoes. “Do you guys want anything?”

“No. I think I’ll sleep for a couple of hours,” Hoseok said.

“Me neither. Thanks, Tae.” Jimin aimed a smile at him and continued watching the random movie he had picked on his phone.

Taehyung shoved his wallet in his pocket and stepped out of the room. He scuttled down the hallway until he reached the desired location. He brought his fist to the closed door and knocked gently. In the absence of any response, he pulled the handle down, only to find the door locked.

What the hell? He thought as frustration edged into his gaze. He knocked once more and waited in vain. His shoulders slumped with defeat and his anxiousness went through the roof. Where are you? Fuck.

He slouched back towards his room, but Jimin’s words sprang up into his head, ceasing his steps. “He took me to the private bathroom at the end of the hallway.” Maybe he’s there?

Taehyung swiveled and walked further down the hallway. He located a door as he had hoped and gazed at it, nibbling his lower lip. It’ll probably be locked.

With little expectations, he pushed the handle down. He glaciated at the click of the door opening, owlish eyes staring at his hand. His heart thumped against his chest so hard it dizzied his senses. He crept into the bathroom, and his gaze met with Jungkook’s. But it was only for a moment because Jungkook snapped his head away in panic.

Jungkook wasn’t fazed when he heard the door open since he thought only his three hyungs knew about the bathroom’s existence. But the moment Taehyung slid into his view, an all-consuming terror punched his chest repeatedly. Because he was standing in front of the sink shirtless and without his mask, his wet forelocks sticking to his forehead.

Taehyung managed to glimpse at his face. He finally glimpsed at his face. And he was left speechless — his brain was unable to form words and his throat was too closed off with shock to vocalize anything.

He assimilated his beautiful tattoos that covered his right arm and the few scars that marked his back as Taehyung stood there with his muscles frozen stiff. A gnawing impulse to near him exhorted him to take an unconscious step forward, but Jungkook’s menacing voice got him stuck on his spot again.

“Get out.”

Taehyung’s eyes wandered in a circle of contemplation of what was the right thing to say or do at that moment. He probably had to respect his boundaries and secrecy and leave. Yes, that was the right thing to do. But fuck, something seemed to pull him closer and closer to that astonishing man, as though he had unwittingly tossed a hook that snagged on Taehyung’s heart and dragged him towards him always.

“I’ve already seen your face.” Taehyung’s voice traveled through the narrow room in a gentle wave. “Your tattoos. Your scars. It’s useless to keep hiding your face from me. Because I know what you look like. That second I saw your face was enough to etch your characteristics in my head. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jungkook felt his frustration fester within his gut because he was right. Taehyung had seen his face, and there was nothing he could do about it. He raised his head slowly and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. “You wanted to see my face so bad. Here you go. See it. See me.” He rotated to face him, giving him the clearest view of him.

Taehyung’s eyes caressed every inch of his ravishing face without wasting a second. They crawled down his neck and broad shoulders, then explored his sculpted chest. He gulped hard as they feasted on his solid abs and his V line that was visible because of the lowered waistband of his sweatpants. The lust-filled, spellbound examination concluded its journey with tangling with Jungkook’s thoroughly focused gaze on him.

God, he was gorgeous. He had seen his body just the night before, but having the complete image of him right in front of his eyes was different. Everything on him screamed sexy, and Taehyung was left drooling over him at the extended silence that ensued.

The stare Jungkook received was like no other. Pure hunger prickled beneath his skin, and his lucidity threatened to abandon him at its beguilement. The forgotten fact that Taehyung could get in danger because of him breached the fog of his trance and restored a part of his rationality. “There. You saw me. You can even draw me now. But know it won’t be my fault if you end up dead.”

Taehyung’s glazed gaze by his extreme entrancement became focused at his mystifying words. “Why would I end up dead?”

“Because if you open that pretty mouth of yours about this to anyone, you’ll get yourself killed in minutes. And this is not one of my macabre remarks, as you had said. I’m serious. If my location is found, you’re the first person I’ll think of. And my friends won’t let you live for long.”

Right there, hearing his lowly spoken speech, it dawned on Taehyung. The guy who had been wandering around the hostel had showed him Jay’s picture. He was too out of it to make the connection sooner, but his eyes enlarged in realization when it settled in.

Jungkook huffed a bitter sound at the recognition of his surprise. “Scared, huh? I told you—”

“No,” Taehyung breathed out with an increasing edge of panic. “You—You’re in danger. That guy who was wandering around here showed me a picture of you. They have already found you.”

A crooked smile raised the corner of Jungkook’s lips as he examined the agony in his chocolate eyes. “I’ll handle that.”

“How? Will you... kill him?”

Jungkook broke into light chuckles, then drew in a deep breath. “I really could be a murderer, and you’re still talking to me. There isn’t even a fraction of fear in your eyes. I’m telling you you can end up dead for seeing my face, and you’re still here. You even told me I’m in danger, as if you wanted to help me. What’s wrong with you?”

Taehyung let his head hang as his chest deflated with a long exhalation. “I really don’t know,” he whispered. “Whatever you are... you took care of me when I was sick. You kissed me so gently. You made me cum so hard. Even if you are dangerous, I feel like you won’t hurt me.”

A sudden severity fell like a curtain over Jungkook’s features, eradicating any glimmer of a smile. “I wasn’t planning to do that. You’re so curious to know my story you wouldn’t tell anyone about me because then I would be forced to leave. But don’t worry. I’m not a murderer.”

An unconscious smile blossomed on Taehyung’s face. “I knew it.” At the silence that stirred in the room, a sudden awakening reached a coherent part of his mind that still reeled by Jungkook’s beauty and flooded his forehead with creases. “This bathroom is used by the owners of the hostel. That’s what Yoongi-ssi had said to Chim. So how can you be here?”

“Don’t ask things you shouldn’t know, Taehyung. And leave. How long are you going to stand there talking to me while I’m half naked?”

Taehyung pushed aside his curiosity to know more and allowed a smirk to surface on his lips. “I can do more than talking while you’re half naked, if you want.”

Instant interest flared in Jungkook’s eyes. “Like?”

“Run my hands all over you,” Taehyung’s husky voice released in a sultry undertone. “Or maybe my pretty mouth as well.”

Jungkook’s focus dropped to the said mouth that looked more kissable than ever. “You don’t know when to give up, huh?”

“Why would I give up a fight I know I can win?”

Jungkook’s smirk intensified, and he dragged his tongue over his lower lip, his eyes merging with his again. “You think I want to fuck you?”

“Yes.” Although Taehyung’s response was immediate and exuded abundant confidence, his heart hammered against his chest in apprehension. “Wasn’t it obvious from what you did yesterday? And how loudly you moaned for me when I choked on your cock? I can tell you don’t have that much self-control. With a few words, I can have you pinning me against the wall and taking me right there.”

A light huff dripped from his lips as he darted his head down. He approached him with dragging steps and tilted closer to his ear, letting his mouth hover above it. “Don’t be so sure. I never said I wanted to fuck you.”

His hot breath fanning against him made Taehyung’s knees feel weak and his cock swell at its limits. “You want to. You can’t not want to.” Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he set his hands on each side of his neck and smoothed them down his robust chest. The heavenly feeling didn’t last long, though, as Jungkook’s fingers fastened around his wrists seconds later.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” A slightly taunting tune underlay Jungkook’s low, breathy voice.

Taehyung’s face wrung into a frustrated frown. “Why are you torturing me? Just let me touch you. Kiss you. Like you did last night to me. And finally let me take your cock however I want it.”

Jungkook clamped his teeth into his lower lip, truly striving to contain himself. He released his hold around his wrists and drew back, his smirk now replaced by a set expression. “It was fun playing with you. But you need to understand no means no. We can’t fuck.”

“We can. We just shouldn’t. And I can’t understand why. What’s stopping you?”

My fucked-up life. Jungkook lowered his gaze to the floor. “Whatever it is, respect it. And leave.”

“Then what about what happened yesterday? What did it mean? Why did you take me to the storage room?”

“Obviously, it didn’t mean anything,” he snickered. “I just felt like it. That’s why I did it. I got what I wanted. And now we move on.”

“I can’t move on. I want more.”

“I don’t.” He made a step towards his shirt that was hung on the hook beside the sink, but Taehyung seized his hand.

“Why are you lying? You want more too. You want to fuck me.”

Jungkook held his chin and guided him back with slow, steady steps until his back collided with the wall. His eyes devoured his parted lips, then crept up to meet his. It took every single dreg of his self-restraint to yank the door open and shove him outside forcefully, since Taehyung didn’t take no for an answer. If he stayed just a minute longer with him, he would truly yield and fuck him in every way Taehyung wanted.

He couldn’t let Taehyung get more involved with him than he already was. What he did yesterday was stupid enough. And he regretted it. He regretted it so much. Because now that he got a small taste of the perfection that was Taehyung in every aspect, his yearning for more only festered.

That was why he had locked himself in the storage room since early in the morning. He couldn’t face him again so soon. His forbidden, outrageous feelings were still simmering on the surface of his rationality, and he needed to bury them as deep as possible to be able to see Taehyung again without fearing that they would pour out and overtake every inch of him.

Taehyung stared at the door that shut in his face through puppy-like eyes and hunched shoulders. Even if he wanted to resist when Jungkook threw him out, he didn’t have the physical strength to do so. He manhandled him so effortlessly. He would be so turned on if he manhandled him to get him underneath him. But he instead threw him out, and his saddened exasperation smothered him.

With the click of the door locking came the realization that Jay was serious and wouldn’t let him enter again. So he trudged back to his room with an aching boner which, thankfully, his baggy shirt concealed.

Taehyung did his utmost to secrete his sullen state so his friends wouldn’t question him. His eyes jumped to the door a while later as it opened and tracked Jay’s figure like a hawk. His pout deepened as Jay lay in his bed without even glancing his way.

His thoughts meandered and flickered like the smoke of a lit cigarette as his eyes remained at a standstill on his back. He was avoiding him. That was why he didn’t come to the room at all. And when he found him, Jay didn’t have a reason to avoid him anymore. He couldn’t conceive of a reason Jay would want to avoid him.

Okay, Taehyung was a little pushy and pathetically desperate when he begged him for his cock, but it wasn’t like he would do anything about it if Jay didn’t want to. He just needed to know the reason they couldn’t fuck. Was that too much to ask? Didn’t he deserve an explanation after the fiery night they had, which, by the way, Jay initiated?

How could Jay want to suck him off but not fuck him? It made absolutely no sense, and the longer Taehyung mulled over it, the more his chest itched with maddening aggravation.

 
It was a little while later when Hoseok woke up from his early afternoon sleep. Taehyung sat up on his bed, and with a quick look, he verified that Jimin wasn’t sleeping either. “Guys, let’s go sightseeing and then for drinks. I want to find a guy who will want to fuck me so good I won’t remember my name.”

Jungkook’s eyes popped open. The nasty sound of these words drove into his senses like a spike, clawing at his chest and bringing a harsh scowl over his traits.

“Wow, Tae,” Jimin chuckled. “Didn’t expect it, but finally! Let’s find a hot guy for you to have fun with.”

The three friends got off their beds to doll themselves up for their night out. Of course, what Taehyung said was on purpose. Just for Jay to hear and hopefully show any kind of reaction, or even get a little jealous about it. But he maintained his stillness and silence as if he didn’t hear him.

And yes, it made Taehyung stew in a bubble of bitter annoyance.

When the three exited the room, Jungkook rolled onto his back with a throaty groan. His lips were tightened in a thin line and his jaw was as rigid as a rock in hole-drilling displeasure.

He pictured Taehyung at the bar flirting with random guys, who bought him drink after drink. As his imagination stretched to Taehyung moaning for someone else, he sucked in a nasal, jumpy breath and released it sharply.

He wants me to fuck him. I want to fuck him. He has already seen my face. So we should just fuck.

He jerked to an upright stance at his logical, as he believed, thoughts. It would be just a fuck, anyway. No strings attached — they would simply have fun until Taehyung would leave and no one would know about it. He wouldn’t get him involved in his fucked-up life. He would just give him a few nights of fun, Taehyung would leave, and then he would continue living his prison-like life until he could fix the mess he was plunged into.

The worst had already happened; Taehyung had seen his face. So there was nothing that actually impeded him from surrendering to his desires. He believed.

. . .

It was the first time Jungkook was so dismayed about when the three friends would return.

As usual, he spent two hours with his hyungs and got back to his room. He exercised to distract himself, took a shower, asked Seokjin to order noodles for him, ate his dinner, and still the three hadn’t come back around eleven as they used to.

His fear that Taehyung indeed found a guy who wanted to fuck him so good he wouldn’t remember his name, as he had said, mounted more and more until it suffocated him.

He glanced at the time every two minutes, sighing here and there, his foot jiggling. The thought of sleeping didn’t exist in his head; he couldn’t sleep without knowing Taehyung was back, even if he wanted to.

It was after midnight, he observed, when the beep of the door unlocking waved across the room. Unlike the other times, he remained seated in his bed and stared at the three through squinted eyes as they entered. Hoseok held the door open as Jimin supported Taehyung with a secure arm around his waist to help him walk.

“Okay, careful, careful,” Jimin uttered as he led the drunk man to his bed. “Can you climb up?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Taehyung slurred and gripped the bars of the ladder.

His two friends stood behind him, ready to catch him in case he fell, but thankfully, he managed to roll into his bed.

“Is he drunk?”

Jimin tossed his head in Jay’s direction to fix him with a scornful view. “What do you think?”

“I think you did a rather shitty job on keeping an eye on him.”

“He’s a grown man, and we’re not his parents,” Hoseok snapped back. “He wanted to drink and he did. And why the hell do you care?”

Jungkook’s gaze focused on Taehyung, who just pushed his shorts down blindly. “Get him his pajamas.”

“Don’t look, pervert,” Jimin hissed and hurried to drape the sheet over Taehyung’s body.

But Taehyung hummed a whiny sound in expostulation and flung the sheet off him. “Too hot.”

“Here.” Hoseok passed Taehyung’s pajamas to him.

Taehyung slipped the shorts on, then the shirt, and he flopped back down, his eyes already closed.

As the other two changed their clothes in turn behind the screen, Jungkook lay down facing the drunk boy. His need to ask him if he found someone rose dangerously within his chest again, but he knew he wouldn’t get a coherent answer in his state.

Taehyung fell asleep in minutes, he perceived, and he spent a couple more hours gazing at his unconscious figure while his stomach gnarled with anxious curiosity until his eyes closed on their own.

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Someone's jelly🤭 And Taehyung finally saw Jungkook’s face!!!!

Did you expect Jungkook’s behavior? That he would avoid Taehyung? Or did you think they would keep doing what they did yesterday? 😏

Please don't forget to point out any mistakes you find as you read. It would be such a great help for me. Thank you💜