"Oh, okay. They'll be here soon!" Seokjin chirped, jumping up from his seat. He hurried across the room and approached the bar, waving his hands with obvious excitement.

Jeongguk thought that his boss looked a bit like a small child who was about to receive his dream gift. He involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, following him with his eyes, and laughed quietly under his breath. He was amused by how everyone was so excited because of this party. Although it was hard to even call it a 'party' since there were currently four people in Awake: Seokjin, his husband, San and him. Despite this, his boss had been running like crazy for a good hour, clearly unable to wait for his friend to arrive and see what surprise he had prepared for him. Namjoon was a bit calmer now, but it looked like he shared his husband's joy or was just pretending to be excited so as not to upset him too much. Actually, if the second part were true, he wouldn't be surprised either. Seokjin was a super laid back and rather cheerful guy, but something told him it was best not to mess with him. San kept glancing at his reflection or straightening his shirt or hair to make sure he would look stunning when the hot cop finally walked through the door.

He was the only one sitting bored on a bar stool, resting his arms on the bar, practically lying on it. Resting his chin on the wooden bar, he played with his cell phone, constantly checking the time, which — to his great dissatisfaction — seemed to stand still. He had no family or friends, so he couldn't understand all the excitement and fuss caused by some stupid birthday party. He just wanted to get it over with, so he could finally leave, call Taehyung and spend the night with him. He wanted to take him to his place and, getting lost in him, forget about this terrible day that didn't want to end.

Finally, after a while of chaotic running and screams of excitement, Seokjin ordered complete silence and turned off the lights in the place so as not to reveal their presence. So soon they were sitting in darkness, and with each passing minute, Jeongguk had the impression that he had been sitting in darkness for several years. Resigned, he rested his head on the bar and let his eyelids fall shut. After some time, when the sound of the bar door opening crept into his ears, he didn't even flinch. Thanks to his keen senses, he would have been able to see even the outline of the guests' silhouettes, but he didn't even bother to raise his head from the bar where he was sitting. He didn't move when the room was flooded with light, filling the place with a pleasant warmth, and Seokjin shouted a loud 'Happy birthday' and probably wouldn't have moved for quite a long time, if not for the fact that out of the corner of his eye he saw something that caught his attention.

He straightened up and moved his gaze towards the entrance, where he now saw the silhouettes of three men. He had a good memory and a keen eye. He was sure he had seen them before. One in particular caught his attention. On impulse, he turned his head to the side to get a better look at him. The boy had his back to him, so he couldn't see his face, but he still scanned his figure carefully. He was tall, probably his height and the tallest of the group. His dark hair fell in soft waves, and his slender figure was accentuated by light, close-fitting jeans that made his legs look like a gateway to heaven. They were long and damn sexy. His broad shoulders were accentuated by a black sports jacket thrown over his back, which ended at the level of his narrow hips, allowing him to hang his gaze on his shapely bum for a few moments with impunity. Oh, yes, the boy had an awesome ass. The brunet was still standing with his back to him, but something about the way his body moved seemed damn familiar.

Before he knew it, his body rose from the bar stool he had been occupying and his legs began to lead him towards the stranger. He couldn't look away from him. He didn't know if it was due to nervousness or something completely different, but his heart was beating extremely hard in his chest, as if it already knew who he was about to see. His heavy boots tapped on the wooden floor with each step, breaking the silence that fell for a moment among the gathered people, and the stranger, as if feeling his presence behind his back, turned sharply towards him and their eyes met.

"Ooh, shit!" The musician cursed almost silently when he met such a familiar look, staring straight at him with obvious surprise. "Tae," he choked out, letting the man's name escape from his parted lips before he realized that now not only him, but all the other men were staring at them.

"So you know each other?" Seokjin said, approaching his friend. As he said this, his eyes darted between them, as if trying to read the answer to a question on their faces. "Have you met Taehyung?" he asked, finally fixing his wandering gaze on the long-haired guitarist.

"Oh, yeah," he admitted, still never taking his eyes off Kim's dark irises. "I had a pleasure to meet him..."

As he said the words, his voice caressed each vowel in such a way that a shiver ran down the policeman's spine and the breath froze in his lungs. He knew very well that the musician didn't mean to exchange pleasantries, but something much more indecent. He hoped that he was the only one who caught that sensual note in his voice. But, feeling his nervousness growing, he laughed nervously and ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing the soft curls back.

"Yes," he confirmed, chuckling nervously. His mouth was so dry that he felt like he was going to suffocate. "Gguk made me a drink once," he explained quickly, fearing the musician might say too much. "But we haven't had a chance to get to know each other very well," he lied, finally forcing himself to look away from the guitarist's black eyes and look at Seokjin. The musician's soft laughter crept into his ears, as if he was amused by his words. He wanted to look at him again, but he held back.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" the elder exclaimed, clapping his hands. "It's even better when everyone knows each other. So what?" He asked, approaching the bar. He bent down and pulled out a bottle of alcohol from under the counter. Taehyung immediately recognized the funny red hat that adorned the bottle's cap, and that was enough for him to know exactly what he was seeing. "I think it's time for a birthday toast, hmm?"

"Maybe I'll pour it!" San offered and approached the bar with a smile on his face.

Taehyung watched him go. He had to admit that San looked extremely good. For a few seconds, the thought appeared in his head that maybe he had dressed up like that with him in mind, and he instinctively stole a glance at the guitarist. Jeongguk was still staring at him, standing in the same place as before. He didn't dare to look at him for long, but one glance was enough for him to know that the musician looked damn sexy, even though he didn't even have to try.

"Fuck," he whispered, swallowing hard. Before he could look up, he saw a hand with a glass extended towards him, and when he looked ahead, he saw San with a beautiful smile on his face and shining eyes.

"You first," he said, then motioned for him to take the alcohol from him.

The policeman grabbed the glass in his slender fingers, in his other hand he took a lemon from the tray extended towards him to bite the bitterness of the tequila and smiled shyly. Although he was not looking at him at the moment, he was well aware that the guitarist was not taking his gaze of black irises off him. He could feel his burning gaze. He was curious what was going on in his head now. He certainly hadn't expected to see him here, and he had just found out who he really was. Will this scare him away?

San hurriedly handed out glasses to the other guests, then looked over his shoulder, this time turning to Jeongguk.

"You said you were going to ride your motorcycle to that ass of yours after work, so I assume you won't have a drink with us, hm?" he asked, although in his mouth it didn't sound like a question at all.

And he didn't wait for the long-haired man's answer. He simply grabbed the last prepared glass for himself and, no longer looking at the guitarist, raised it slightly in a toast, returning his gaze towards Taehyung and smiled at him coquettishly, showing off a row of straight teeth and charming dimples decorating both cheeks. Vivid flickers appeared in his eyes.

"Well then, cheers to our birthday boy!" he exclaimed, and everyone else raised their glasses in a birthday toast to him.

Taehyung froze for a moment, the bartender's words still echoing in his head. He wasn't sure who San was talking about. Has the black-haired man dated others? The thought made him completely drift off. He felt an unpleasant weight in his stomach and a question rose on his tongue that he wouldn't dare ask out loud, so he swallowed it hard. He only realized that he was standing still when he heard the sound of the shot glass being placed on the bar counter. So he quickly raised his glass. Tipping his head back slightly, he poured the entire contents down his throat, letting the sharp taste of the tequila spread through his taste buds, warming his throat. Feeling the sharp taste of alcohol on his tongue, he lifted a piece of lemon and sucked on it, letting the sour juice flow into his mouth, soothing the taste of the agave.

He wanted to look over his shoulder to see what Jeongguk was doing now, but he didn't have the courage to do so. He wanted to find those beautiful, impenetrable black irises and read in them how badly he had screwed up their relationship by not telling him who he really was or ask who he had arranged to spend the night with. Instead, he played with the empty glass for a moment, running it between his slender fingers. Suddenly, that familiar, masculine scent with a distinct peppery note crept into his nostrils, and a strong male hand slipped under his chin, forcing him to turn his face to the right. And then all he saw were those beautiful irises, black as night, staring at him so intensely that they were shining through him, and in an instant he forgot how to breathe. He shuddered, and the black-haired man smiled sensually, as if he knew exactly what chaos his sudden proximity had caused.

"Since San took care of alcohol, as befits a bartender, maybe then I'll do what I do best, hmm?" He asked.

When he said those words, it sounded like he was trying to seduce him with them. He stretched out the syllables sensually, lowering his voice a few tones. An erotic shiver of excitement ran up Taehyung's spine and his tongue darted out of his mouth, quickly wetting the texture of his voluptuous lips as if he was getting ready for a kiss, but it — surprisingly, to his disappointment — didn't happen. Instead, the musician took a step back, took his hand from his chin, interrupted this short caress and increased the distance between them. Without looking at him again, he turned on his heel and headed towards the stage where he always performed. This time the young policeman couldn't and wouldn't hold back, he followed him with his eyes, marveling at the catlike movements of his long legs and the gentle sway of his hips framed by his black leather pants. He looked incredibly sexy today.

Tae looked at him as if the musician was an extremely tasty cake that someone had bought for his birthday, and he couldn't eat it. He couldn't look away for a long time. He felt like he hadn't looked at him in years, and realized so clearly that he had never seen a more beautiful man. It was difficult to take his eyes off him. His figure was strong and almost painfully beautiful. The musician was tall and built like a Greek god, his skin had a golden hue, was gently brushed by the sun, and covered a firm body hidden under his rock clothes, which only emphasized the assets of his figure. Jeongguk was like a beautiful dream. Like the embodiment of all his fantasies. As he looked at him, it occurred to him that perhaps this was not true at all. Perhaps it was all just a figment of his mind. But no. He had to be real. He stood only a few meters away, leaving behind that masculine, sensual smell with a peppery note that he could still feel on his tongue along with the taste of agave settling on it. He couldn't dream. He was fully awake and sober.

The musician approached the stage, then crouched next to the case containing his Ibanez and began to slowly set up the equipment to prepare for his performance. While he was doing this, he never looked back. A thought appeared in Taehyung's head that maybe the boy didn't want to be here at all? Perhaps he was still here because Seokjin paid him to do it, and he simply had to work a scheduled shift to avoid getting fired? After all, the truth was that he had no idea that he would be here too, and he hadn't come here for him...

The long-haired man took out his guitar, then plugged it in and, having sat comfortably on a bar stool, began to strain the strings, occasionally nudging one of them with his fingers. In all this time, he hadn't looked his way once. With each passing minute, Taehyung felt more insecure, and something felt uncomfortably heavy in his stomach. Still, when Seokjin approached him and hung on his neck, he curled his lips into a beautiful smile, trying not to think too much about what might happen. He has learned more than once that what we expect is rarely true.

His friend dragged him towards the couch where the others were sitting, and he allowed him to do so. After a while, he was sitting on a leather couch among his friends. Even though he tried to pretend that everything was fine, his thoughts kept returning to the sexy musician, as did his longing gaze. He wanted to go up to him and talk to him, to somehow explain what had happened, but he knew that this moment would have to wait. He didn't want to do it in front of witnesses, especially under the watchful eye of Seokjin, who treated him like a younger brother and might start freaking out if he found out what kind of relationship he had with the handsome guitarist. Instead, he stretched his lips into a smile, sipped the drinks he was served, and just glanced furtively towards the stage, trying not to be too obvious. Still, even when he didn't plan it, his eyes kept moving towards the stage.

To his disappointment, the long-haired man never looked at him. The boy didn't seem to care about his presence at all, as if the fact that he was so close didn't make the slightest impression on him. He sang the words of the song with his eyes closed, his fingers moving nimbly along the tense strings of the guitar, or he stared somewhere in front of him, not giving him even a single glance.

While he couldn't take his eyes off him, Jeongguk didn't seem to think about him at all.

The longer he sat there, the more his throat tightened. He moved his gaze over his friends, taking in the sight of their smiling faces, only to linger on Seokjin for a longer time. The man threw his head back, laughing loudly at the story he was telling. Everyone had already had quite a bit to drink and seemed to be in a great mood. They were laughing and joking all the time, telling various stories from their lives, and he only listened to them in silence, unable to concentrate on what was currently happening. He had been sipping one drink for a long time, which San had prepared for him about an hour ago. The drink was quite tasty, but a bit too sweet, so he added more ice, and now the cubes had melted completely, turning the alcohol into water with a strange sweet taste. Unable to bring himself to drink it anymore, he got up from the couch and headed towards the bar.

As he crossed the room, he forced himself not to look up or send another glance towards the stage, even though he had an irresistible urge to search for those black irises, hoping that they were also searching for his eyes. He approached the bar and poured the remaining melted ice into the sink, then looked around, scanning the glass shelves for some good whiskey. Nothing was going his way for now, at least he could finally have something good to drink. He was reaching out to reach for one of the bottles when suddenly he felt that he was no longer alone.

"I'm sorry," a voice suddenly whispered near his ear, and he jumped, startled.

He quickly turned around and only then realized that Hoseok had appeared at his side. The elder took a step back and leaned his hip against the cabinets. In his right hand, he still held a short glass filled with golden liquid. As he guessed, his friend was drinking the whiskey he was craving. He should have told San that he didn't want the drink, but he didn't want to make him upset when he proudly presented him with the prepared cocktail.

"What for?" he asked, surprised by his friend's words.

"I swear I had no idea Gguk would be here," he confessed, raising his hands defensively while glancing towards the couch to make sure the rest of the guests weren't paying attention.

He knew that Seokjin had specially closed the bar for the evening so that they could meet up and celebrate Taehyung's birthday, but it didn't even occur to him that Jeongguk would be here too. He was convinced that his partner's friend would give his employees the evening off. So he was equally surprised when they entered the bar and saw a long-haired musician. Although his surprise certainly couldn't compare to what the musician and his friend felt. He knew that his partner had not yet told the guitarist what he did. It must have been a huge surprise for him. And because he found out in front of Taehyung's friends, he was forced to hold back his emotions and swallow all the questions that were rising on his tongue. He immediately noticed that the two men were feeling a bit awkward, especially considering that no one but him knew that they even knew each other, let alone that they were sleeping together. He didn't want to make things worse, so he pretended he had no idea.

"I really wasn't planning on bringing you to a party where your would-be lover would be competing for your affections with your current lover, all under the watchful eye of... Big Brother..." he joked to lighten the mood a bit. As he talked about Big Brother, he nodded towards Seokjin, who was eagerly explaining something to Yoongi, and Tae snorted at his words, shaking his head.

"First of all..." he began, resting his hands on the bar. "I don't know what kind of would-be lover you're talking about. San is just being nice. Maybe he actually thinks I'm attractive, but that doesn't mean he'll want to get into my panties anytime soon. And it doesn't mean that he will succeed. Secondly, Seokjin is actually a bit oversensitive, but I know he does it out of the kindness of his heart and love. He treats me like a little brother and just worries about me. He knows I have no family. Although... I'd rather him not be too concerned about being my protector, so it's probably better if he doesn't know that I'm sleeping with his employee. And thirdly..." he fell silent for a moment and moved his gaze towards the stage, where the black-haired guitarist was. "For now, I'm not sure if I still have a current lover..." he finished, feeling uncertainty tighten in his throat.

"Come on. Do you think he is mad at you?" the elder asked, also looking at the guitarist.

The boy was singing one of the songs he knew well, and he had to admit that his voice was extremely beautiful. He sounded like an angel. His voice — deep and masculine, yet soft and sexy — was the most beautiful sound he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. He didn't know him very well. He only had the opportunity to talk to him once, but the musician made a good impression on him. Besides, Tae was the best agent he knew, so he trusted his partner's judgment.

"I don't know. There was no opportunity to ask..." the younger one admitted, breaking him out of his thoughts, and Hoseok looked at him in surprise.

Even though the younger one tried to make his voice sound natural, he immediately caught that note of worry and uncertainty. Knowing that Jung had figured him out, Tae sighed loudly, running his hand through his dark curls, which fell back in soft waves onto his swarthy forehead, gently covering his dark eyes.

"What if it scares him away?" he asked after a while, finally gathering the courage to say it out loud. He said the words quietly enough that Hoseok had to lean towards him to hear them.

"If that scares him off, that's his loss," Jung replied, shrugging his thin shoulders. "There's nothing you can do about it. But I don't know why it would bother him... After all, he's supposed to be fucking you, not proposing to you or starting a family with you."

"People often don't like the police. They are prejudiced against us. From what I've noticed, Gguk is rather a free spirit. He likes to do things his own way and doesn't care much about the consequences. What if it bothers him that I'm a cop?" he continued to worry.

"He picked you up because he thinks you're hot. What's more, he said he likes hanging out with you. What does it matter who you are by profession?" the elder asked. "If you were a priest, I could understand it, but so... Why does it matter? A cock is a cock. It doesn't matter if attached to a policeman or a cook..."

Kim laughed and shook his head. He thought about his friend's words for a moment. Hoseok was quite direct in the way he phrased his thoughts, but he was very smart and incredibly observant. He certainly had a lot more experience with relationships than he did, too. He knew his partner was right, but for some reason he felt that strange anxiety creep up his spine to wrap invisible hands around his throat. He felt some inexplicable fear that he might lose something that had never really belonged to him. And as he thought about it, the entire contents of his stomach rose up into his throat.

"He'll probably be angry that I didn't tell him sooner," he confessed. "I don't know if he'll even let me explain..."

"He'll listen to you," Hoseok said in a confident voice, interrupting him. "There's no need to worry too much, and besides... You know where he lives," he added, curving his soft lips into a beautiful smile to reassure his friend. "You can always break into him, handcuff him to the radiator and force him to listen to you."

The brunet laughed at his words. He loved Hoseok. When he first saw him, he wasn't sure he wanted to work with such a madman.

Now he wouldn't trade him for anyone else and would give his life for him...

"As befits a policeman," he concluded, curving his lips to return the older policeman's smile.

"Exactly," Jung agreed, staring at the guitarist's figure.

The younger one followed his gaze. Jeongguk now had his head bowed so that his raven hair covered his face, almost creating an iron curtain between them. He wished he could find his dark irises. He always believed that eyes never lie, and sometimes one look could say more than a thousand words.

"Although I must admit that it would be a bit of a shame if he got offended," Hoseok admitted after a while, breaking the silence between them.

"W-why?" Kim choked out, feeling nausea rising in his throat.

He didn't know why he felt this way. Why did he feel sick at the thought that the musician might not want to see him anymore? After all, there was nothing serious between them. It was just sex. Damn good, but still just sex. They didn't promise each other anything. They weren't dating exclusively. Additionally, none of them wanted to get involved, and they made it clear from the beginning. He too. So why did the thought of them breaking up make him feel so terrible?

"Because... He's really handsome," Jung started, but he paused and looked at his partner, even though the boy wasn't looking at him. His friend's eyes were now focused on one point — the young musician sitting on the stage with a black Ibanez resting on his thigh. "And he makes you happier," he added, and the young policeman shifted his dark irises to him.

He looked surprised by his words. He felt really good around Gguk. Thanks to him, he didn't think about Soohyun so much anymore, which allowed him to finally move on and not stay stuck, dwelling on his lost love. Additionally, he regained his self-confidence, which had been severely damaged by his partner's betrayal, and he finally felt damn good in his own skin. First time since breaking up with Soo. He felt that something had changed in him, but he didn't think this change was visible to others as well.

"Happier?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly to the side. His soft, dark curls fell over his forehead, covering his right eye.

"I don't know if it's his insane abs, big cock or colorful personality, but whatever this boy does... He makes you happy..."

The younger one snorted under his breath, once again unable to contain his amusement at his friend's directness.

"Three in one, I guess," he replied, returning his gaze to the long-haired musician. When he could once again only admire the man's beautiful profile, something tightened uncomfortably in his chest, and the smile quickly escaped from his soft lips. "It's a pity that this adventure has probably just come to an end..." he confessed before he realized that he had said these words aloud. His voice was lowered to a whisper. He didn't talk to Hoseok, he just felt like he needed to get it out. "He didn't even look at me the whole evening..." he added, and as soon as these words came out of his mouth, his partner snorted loudly, drawing his attention.

"You've got to be kidding me?" he asked, not expecting an answer at all. "He keeps glancing at you," he explained.

His voice sounded extremely confident, as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. These words surprised Tae. Whenever he looked at the musician, he was doing something else, not paying attention to him. So he parted his lips, wanting to ask what nonsense his friend was talking about, but before he could protest, Hoseok continued:

"Whenever he has the opportunity, his gaze wanders towards you. I'm amazed that he hasn't confused the lyrics or notes yet. Bah! I'm surprised that Seokjin isn't yet jumping into his throat like a furious chihuahua for staring at his little brother."

"Seriously?" Kim sighed, not believing what he was hearing.

"Seriously," Jung confirmed. "Why would I lie to you?"

"Every time I look at him, he's busy with something else..."

"He keeps glancing at you, and I saw the way he looks at you. It's obvious he likes you. He's just better at camouflaging himself than you are," Jung replied. "You're so obvious that in a moment you'll be collecting saliva from the floor because it's already dripping down your chin," he added, pointing his finger at him and laughing quietly at his own joke.

Kim reflexively touched his chin, as if to make sure he really wasn't drooling, then parted his lips to say something else, but before any word rolled off his lips, Jeongguk moved his fingers across the strings, making an unexpectedly loud sound from his guitar, and everyone's eyes — including Taehyung's — turned toward him. The musician didn't look at them. His head was bowed. His raven hair, falling in soft waves around his shadowed face like a velvet curtain, was illuminated by the yellow glow of the light behind him, making him look for a moment like an angel sent to earth straight from heaven.

The guitarist raised his left hand and tightened his palm around the microphone. Several more long seconds passed before he finally looked straight ahead, finding the gaze of the young policeman's dark eyes for the first time that night. His gaze was unusually intense. It stole the breath from Taehyung's lungs and made his knees soften. All he was able to do at the moment was stare at him, without blinking, as if he was afraid that when, at least for a second, he lowered his eyelids, the musician would disappear, and he would never see him again. Jeongguk's face was a true work of art. He could not get enough of the sight of it. The guitarist sat on the stage, bathed in soft yellow light, making his features even more beautiful — a strong jawline, sculpted cheekbones and a graceful nose with a slightly rounded tip, lips soft and glossy, made to be kissed.

"I won't bother you any longer with my performance, because I can see you're having a great time without it anyway. So it's high time for the last song," the musician finally said, breaking the silence. "Tae," he suddenly said to the young policeman, and he held his breath.

Focusing all his attention on the guitarist's black irises, he realized that his heart was beating harder than ever, hitting the coating of his skin, each cell beating faster and faster until his body began to tremble.

"I won't wish you anything because I think your friends have already wished you everything you could want, and there's probably nothing more I could add. I'm also not very good with words, so..."

His voice was deep, not as smooth as a radio announcer's, but slightly hoarse, like raw velvet. He sounded just like he did that morning when he brought him breakfast and Gguk opened the door for him, still a little sleepy and so damn sexy. He loved listening to him. There was something in his voice that attracted him, charmed him. Something that was both inviting and reassuring. His voice was as warm as a beloved's embrace, as sensual as a lover's kiss and as mysterious as a stranger's gaze.

"Instead, I'll sing you something..." he added and let his nimble fingers dance on the guitar strings, creating an unspecified melody.

The brunet immediately noticed that for the first time that evening, Jeongguk was not holding a guitar pick in his hand, which meant that he was going to play with his fingers. The only time he had seen him play like this was when he found him on the roof after spending the night together. He remembered exactly how he felt then, looking at him in awe as if he had never seen anything more delightful than him in his life. He loved listening to the black-haired man play. The boy had incredible talent. He played like he was born to do it, and anyone with any experience with music would immediately recognize his natural, seemingly effortless talent. But there was something incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing about the way he played with his fingers.

"Uuu... He'll sing a song for you," Hoseok chirped, raising his right eyebrow playfully, and the brunet nudged him in the side, trying to silence him so that the others wouldn't hear them, and at the same time, trying to hide his embarrassment.

He felt a pleasant heat spread throughout his body and a blush spread across his cheeks. He was grateful that Seokjin had chosen to leave the lights dim, which easily hid his blush. Usually it was hard to embarrass or intimidate him, but there was something about Jeongguk that, with him, all his emotions were heightened.

"Probably a happy birthday," he joked in response and laughed a little nervously.

He didn't stop staring at the musician's fingers as they slowly began to move along the guitar strings. When the first sounds came out of the black Ibanez, the melody seemed strangely familiar, but he was sure it wasn't one of Jeongguk's songs he had heard before. So the boy had to choose a song by another artist. He listened carefully for a moment, trying to figure out where he knew that melody from, but his mind went blank. After a moment, his friend's laughter crept into his ears and, before he could ask what made him laugh, he realized where he knew this song from.

"I can't believe it..." he whispered, and Hoseok laughed again, simultaneously nudging him with his shoulder and wiggling ambiguously his perfect eyebrows.

"And I just told you he would sing this to you," he joked, stretching his lips into a wide smile.

Taehyung opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. He didn't know what to say. All he could do now was look into those night-black eyes, staring straight at him. When the long-haired man noticed that the young policeman apparently recognized the song he started playing, a cheeky smile graced his lips. However, it didn't stay on his soft lips for too long, but long enough for the boy to know that the guitarist hadn't chosen this song by pure chance or because it was quite popular. Oh, no. He chose this song with pure intention, knowing full well what he had just done.

"I wonder which version he will choose," Jung continued, having the time of his life as another melodic chuckle escaped his lips.

The black-haired man tightened his hand on the microphone and adjusted it, as if he wanted to make sure that he would be heard clearly once he started singing. Less than a dozen or so seconds later, the room was filled with his beautiful, melodious voice, complemented by the sounds of a black Ibanez.

„Weight of the world on your shoulders

I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind

I must be favored to know ya

I'll take my hands and trace your lines"

Kim has already watched him on stage several times. He usually sang with his eyes closed, letting his fingers dance on the frets of the guitar while his other hand plucked the strings with a black pick. This time, the boy didn't close his eyes. Oh, no. He stared straight at him, singing the words as if they were addressed only to him, and for a moment it really seemed to him that they were alone here. The words of the song were sensual, very obscene at times, but he sang them as if it were a prayer whispered in his ear, and Taehyung felt it in every, even the smallest, cell of his body. Everything around him disappeared and all that mattered was this damn sexy man with pitch black hair falling in soft waves around a stunningly beautiful face and eyes like the night sky, literally burning with passion and desire. His heart was beating so hard that he thought he could drown out the mesmerizing sounds of the Ibanez.

„You wrap around me and you give me life

And that's why night after night

I'll be fuckin' you right... "

The musician continued, singing these words in a low and husky voice. It was almost like a sensual whisper that sent shivers down Taehyung's body, spreading along his spine in hot waves, turning into butterflies fluttering wildly in his tense lower abdomen. The policeman stood as if hypnotized, staring at this man, beautiful as a Greek god, just a few steps away. Jeongguk was the epitome of sex appeal, the embodiment of his deepest dreams. As he watched the musician play, his gaze fell on his nimble fingers, moving with extraordinary ease, and the sounds produced by the struck strings enchanted him and caressed his senses. Unable to resist the temptation, he continued his journey, moving his gaze along his forearms, around which prominent veins snaked, to his flexed biceps and finally to his beautiful face and night-black eyes. There was something incredibly erotic about watching the man he was attracted to play the guitar. The sensual promise the musician had made to him during one of their last conversations echoed in his mind as he watched his fingers move over the strings, and he couldn't help but think that he wanted to feel those nimble hands gliding over his body again, touching him. He wanted the musician to do all the amazing things he had done to him before. He wanted to feel his strong hands on his buttocks, his hot breath on his throat, and his moans crashing against his kiss-wet lips.

"I promise that the next time we meet, these nimble hands will play each of your strings..."

"Haha, I knew it," Hoseok laughed right next to his ear, and only when he heard his words did he manage to move.

By now, it was like he was in a trance. Completely mesmerized by Jeongguk's voice. Seduced by the blackness of his impenetrable gaze and the gentle smirk lifting the corners of his lips.

"This song is overrated," another voice suddenly snorted, this time breaking him out of this strange trance for good.

He turned his head and saw San, who was now leaning over the bar, resting his arms on it, showing off his impressive biceps. He immediately noticed that the bartender had applied some oil or lotion to his skin. His skin was smooth, shiny. He had to admit that the boy looked even better than the last time he saw him. Apparently he hasn't been idle and has recently been a frequent visitor to the gym. Without asking his opinion, San simply pulled out a bottle with a funny red sombrero and, having filled two glasses with white liquid, pushed one towards him and took the other in his hand. Kim looked around and saw that Hoseok had left them alone, walking away towards the other guests still sitting on the couch at the back of the bar. He shot a quick glance their way, but it looked like they were engaged in some heated discussion. He wanted to look at Jeongguk, but he didn't dare. He could still feel his eyes on him. He took a glass filled with tequila and raised it to pour the alcohol into his mouth, but San stopped him. With a smile on his lips, he grabbed his elbow and crossed their arms, then moved closer to him so that he could feel the pleasant scent of his perfume, the warmth of his body, and the delicate aroma of agave that settled on his lips. The bartender, looking him straight in the eye, raised his glass to his lips, so he did the same.

"For making this night unforgettable for both of us," San said, staring at him intensely, then brought the glass to his slightly parted lips and quickly poured the entire contents into his mouth. The elder didn't answer, just downed the shot, letting the sharp alcohol flow down his throat. "You look sexy today," San said, reluctantly pulling away and refilling their glasses.

As he said this, his eyes moved down the policeman's figure and returned the same way to his face. The brunet noticed that the bartender lingered a little longer on his lips, which were tingling slightly from the spicy drink. So he grabbed the glass and hurriedly poured its contents down his throat while looking away. Before he knew it, his eyes darted towards the stage, as if to check if Jeongguk was watching him. He didn't know why, but he was sure that the musician's burning gaze was now turned towards them. He could almost feel its touch on his skin.

As he expected, the musician was already looking at him, although he was quite good at pretending he wasn't doing so and was busy performing. This time, however, he was sure that the black-haired man was watching him carefully. He wondered what was going through his mind right now. They weren't a couple, and they didn't promise anything to each other. He was free and could do whatever he wanted. He could flirt with San and even take him to his place for the night. Just like Jeongguk. He couldn't help but wonder if the musician was jealous when he saw him with San. Unable to resist the temptation to test it, he smiled at the young bartender and pointed to the bottle he still held in his hand.

"I want one more," he said.

The words sounded like a challenge on his lips, but San seemed to accept them with relish. He laughed and unscrewed the cork to once again fill both glasses with clear alcohol. Setting the bottle down on the counter, he handed him one. While he was doing this, his fingers seemed to accidentally brush over the policeman's hand. Taehyung was too smart not to notice it, but he pretended not to pay attention to this subtle touch. He raised the glass to his lips, but before he poured the alcohol into them, he glanced at the guitarist out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like his fingers were plucking the guitar strings harder and his jaw was clenching more than usual. He involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth and held the glass to them, drinking the shot in one go.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" San asked, literally devouring him with his eyes.

The bartender's body leaned closer towards him. He felt the younger man's hot breath hit his left cheek, and he swore he saw the musician tighten his grip on the guitar's fretboard. So he turned more towards San and smiled at him gently.

"And why do you ask?" he asked, pretending he had no idea where this conversation was going.

He stretched out his right hand and closed his long fingers around the bottle of tequila. The glass was cold, damp with water droplets that had collected on it after being taken out of the refrigerator. Looking up at the bartender, he unscrewed the red sombrero and filled the glasses with alcohol, then slid one towards San, taking the other in his right hand. He lifted it, gesturing with his chin for the bartender to do the same, and San obediently drank the shot. Setting his empty glass on the bar, he wiped his alcohol-moistened lips with the back of his hand and smiled sexily at him. He had to admit that the bartender was attractive. Even very attractive. He had an athletic body and an extremely charming smile with captivating dimples and beautiful, narrow eyes. However, what he felt being next to him couldn't compare to what he felt being close to Jeongguk.

"I thought you might want to get out of here and end this party a little differently," the younger one said, never breaking eye contact. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and moved ever so slowly across his lower lip, covering it with a thin layer of saliva.

"Hmm, different?" the policeman repeated, encouraging him to continue. "Do you mean..." he paused for a moment, then finally curled his lips into a cheeky smile and finished the question: "Putting together a puzzle?"

San laughed loudly, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by the artist who had just stopped playing, ending his performance. He wanted to check what the musician was doing now, but he resisted the temptation, focusing his attention on the conversation with the bartender.

"I'd rather call it Tetris," he replied, amused. He quickly turned serious, and his dark irises flickered toward Taehyung's lips, only to return to the cat's eyes a few seconds later. "So, how about playing Tetris with me?" he suggested, raising his perfect eyebrows coquettishly. One of them was slit, giving his gaze a more mischievous look.

"Basically, that's my plan for this evening," Kim admitted. "But... I already have an appointment with someone," he added, and a groan of dissatisfaction escaped San's mouth.

"Eh... I could have guessed that such a handsome guy wouldn't spend the night alone. Although I won't say I'm not disappointed that I won't be the one coming home with you..." he replied.

The fire that had danced in his gaze had visibly dimmed, but San nonetheless grabbed one of the paper beer mats they often handed out to Awake's customers and quickly wrote something on it.

"If you change your mind..." while saying this, he held out the beer mat towards him, and the policeman took it from him. San smiled and nodded towards the men sitting on the couch. "I'll check if anyone needs a bartender," he said, then folded his right hand, creating a virtual phone from it and moved his lips silently, saying 'call me', and the brunet laughed quietly under his breath, following the bartender with his eyes.

"San made an effort to look sexy, huh?" a voice suddenly asked behind him, and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine.

He didn't have to turn around to know who was behind him. He would recognize that voice anywhere. He felt the warmth radiating from his body and the sensual scent of perfume with that distinct peppery note that he loved so much. With the last of his willpower, he refrained from turning around abruptly. He deliberately waited until San reached the couch and sat down, taking a seat next to Hoseok. He didn't rush to answer, either, as if he wanted to build tension between them on purpose.

"Oh, yes. San looks very sexy today," he admitted, finally turning around slowly. In his slender fingers, he held a beer mat with the bartender's phone number on it.

The long-haired man snorted under his breath at his words, as if he knew Taehyung was teasing him. He took a step forward and leaned nonchalantly against the bar. The policeman, unable to contain himself any longer, ran his eyes over the man's figure. And oh, God, what a sight it was. The thin white T-shirt emphasized his broad shoulders, strong biceps and well-toned abs. Leather pants hugged narrow hips and sculpted thighs like a second skin. His hair looked raven black in the dim light, as did his eyes, looking straight at him. Flames of passion lit his gaze, even as his upper lip curled, revealing the hint of a mischievous smirk.

The guitarist looked at him for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the paper mat the boy was still holding in his hand. After slipping it from his slender fingers, he looked at San's phone number and crumpled it into a ball, and after a while he threw it behind him, hitting it straight into the trash can that stood next to the bar. The policeman snorted, amused.

"Maybe I was going to use that number," he said, trying to tease him.

"You won't have time for that," the guitarist replied.

Taehyung glanced at the musician's figure and took a step towards him, closing the distance between them.

"Ah, yes? So what am I going to do?" he asked, clearly provoking him.

The musician glanced over his shoulder at where the others were sitting, but no one seemed to be paying attention to them. So he took a step towards him, shortening the distance between them to a minimum. Taehyung trembled slightly.It had been a long time since he had been close enough to feel his body heat so thoroughly. After such an absence, the unmistakable longing reaction of his own body to Jeongguk's proximity made him almost forget how to breathe, and his stomach muscles contracted painfully.

"You're coming home with me, and I'll make sure you have something to do," the guitarist said. "Seven days a week," he added, quoting the words of the song he had dedicated to him a moment earlier.

His voice was extremely confident, as if he had no doubt about it. His hot breath hit the young policeman's lips, and now he dreamed of nothing else than to kiss him. He held back what little sense he had, knowing they weren't alone. However, his body revealed how these words affected him. He shuddered, drawing in a gulp of air. His immediate reaction and accelerated breathing when he addressed the invitation made Jeongguk dizzy.

"You already know I'm a policeman. Aren't you afraid I'll handcuff you?" Kim asked, half jokingly, half seriously.

The musician's tempting lips stretched into a mischievous smile. Radiating intense warmth, he leaned closer and brushed his lips against his earlobe.

"Oh, yes... I'm counting on it..." he whispered shamelessly.

The warm breath of each word swirled around Taehyung, wrapping him in a gentle vortex of desire. Surprising shivers came in waves, spreading throughout his body, lighting it with living fire. He had never experienced such heat before. He reflexively clenched his thighs, feeling an irresistible urge for the musician to cling to him, kissing him hard and smothering the fire that was growing somewhere deep inside.

"Do you think it'll take them long to realize you're gone?" the musician asked after a while, pointing with his chin towards the group of men absorbed in conversation.

Kim moved his gaze to them and studied them carefully for a moment. Seokjin was clearly already tipsy. Currently, his friend was sitting on his husband's lap and explaining something to the others, gesturing too vigorously with his hands. San and Yoongi seemed to be very focused on what the man was trying to explain to them, only Hoseok, as if feeling his eyes on him, turned his face towards him. Seeing his partner looking at him, Taehyung made a small gesture, showing him the steps with his middle and index fingers, and the elder nodded, giving him his blessing.

"Let's find out," he said, curving his lips into a sensual smile.

He hastily grabbed the black jacket he had thrown on one of the bar stools earlier and grabbed Jeongguk's hand, pulling him towards the back exit they usually used to sneak out of Awake unnoticed. At the last moment, the musician took his jacket off the hanger by the door and, without protesting, allowed him to lead him. When they reached the door, the policeman glanced over his shoulder, but, making sure no one was still paying attention to them, he carefully opened the door just enough to squeeze through the narrow gap, and together they slipped out of the premises. Without stopping, the policeman started heading down the narrow street towards where the musician always parked his motorcycle. The heavy door of the bar had not yet closed behind them, and the black-haired man pulled his hand, forcing him to stop.

Taehyung turned towards him abruptly, as if afraid that someone had noticed them and opened his lips to say something, but the black-haired man took his face in his hands and pressed his lips to his. He kissed him quickly, greedily, boldly parting the policeman's lips with his tongue, and the brunet immediately responded to his caress, returning each kiss and eagerly extending his own tongue to meet this musician's. The guitarist's lips matched his perfectly, and the sweetness of his tongue evoked the most delicious shivers between his thighs. Throwing his arms around the musician's neck, he drew him closer. They kissed greedily, unable to taste each other enough. The long-haired man grabbed the policeman's lower lip between his own, flicked his tongue across his lips and kissed him deeply. Taehyung's breathing quickened with each stroke of his tongue. The guitarist's strong hands moved downward, sliding along the policeman's back to clamp down on his curvy buttocks, triggering a shiver that rocked the brunet's hips.

"Oh, I missed this," the musician breathed, running his fingertips along the policeman's cheek as he finally pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss.

This separation did not last long. The musician quickly smiled and leaned towards him to press their lips once again, as if even this brief moment was causing him pain. This time the kiss was more delicate, more sensual, tender.

"Would you like to spend your birthday night with me?" He asked. As he said these words, his lips touched the policeman's, caressing them with his warm breath.

"Why do you ask if you already know the answer?" he answered with a question, and Jeongguk laughed straight into his lips.

"Because I love hearing you say it," the musician admitted. "Say it."

"I want to feel you inside me again," the birthday boy shamelessly confessed, and the guitarist's lips formed a cheeky smile.

"I missed that, too," the long-haired man replied, grinning like a little child, and the policeman laughed quietly.

Without saying anything else, he grabbed Tae's hand and started leading him towards his motorcycle. When they stopped next to it, the policeman stretched out his hand and ran his fingers along the leather saddle, then looked at the musician through a curtain of black eyelashes and asked feistily:

"I see you still like to break the rules, hmm?"

"It's the best place to park," the guitarist replied with a shrug. A mischievous smile appeared on his soft lips. "And for some reason, it's always free..."

Kim looked at the prohibition sign, and then returned his gaze to the musician.

"I wonder why," he teased.

"I have no idea either..." the long-haired man replied, smirking.

Taehyung snorted and shook his head. He loved his sense of humor and rebellious nature.

"Maybe because someone put a no-parking sign here?" he asked, smiling halfheartedly.

Jeongguk laughed loudly, throwing his head back. His melodious laugh was like music to Taehyung's ears. The sound in the air and the way the musician's face lit up made him seem even sexier. So damn sexy. When he finally regained control of himself, he took his helmet off the handlebars and handed it to the policeman.

"Would you like to go for a little ride, Mr. Officer?" he asked, deliberately emphasizing the last part of the question, as if he wanted to tease him.

When he said these words, he didn't break eye contact with him even for a moment. Desire, hot and wild, burned in his eyes. Taehyung knew well that this proposal from the musician was just a neat play on words, but it only made the desire for closeness spread through his veins again, setting his body on fire. Unable to deny himself the pleasure of teasing him for a moment, he got close enough for his hot breath to hit the guitarist's lips and looked straight into his black irises.

"It depends..." he began. "Are you offering me a ride on this beautiful baby..." Saying this, he stuck out his hand and let his slender fingers run adoringly over the shiny body of the motorcycle, then looked at the musician and smiled cockily. He removed his hand from Harley and, without breaking eye contact, guided his right hand between the guitarist's strong thighs and after a moment ran it over the bulge in his pants. "Or do you want me to ride you until you come?" he murmured directly into the musician's parted lips, and Jeongguk responded with an erotic moan.

"Oh, fuck, Tae," he cursed. "Let's go," he pleaded, and the policeman chuckled quietly.

The black-haired man extended his guitar case towards the policeman, and he quickly put his leather jacket over his broad shoulders, then threw his right leg over the saddle and took the driver's seat, wrapping his strong thighs around the motorcycle. The policeman's eyes involuntarily moved over his imposing figure. The musician was now wearing a leather jacket and black leather pants that fit his long legs like a sexy second skin. Taehyung held his breath for a long moment, observing the guitarist's broad back, narrow waist and his strong legs wrapped around the motorcycle. His stomach fluttered. The long-haired man looked strong, dangerous and extremely sexy. A cheeky smile graced his lips, and a handsome face framed by raven hair turned towards him. The guitarist patted the space behind him and spoke, once again caressing his senses with his beautiful voice.

"Get in, handsome."

Kim slung the guitar case over his right shoulder and approached the motorcycle. He was about to take a seat behind the sexy musician, but he hesitated.

"Wait," he asked, and the other looked at him, raising his right eyebrow.

"I didn't drink anything," he said quickly, trying to calm him down. "I may like to live on the edge sometimes, but I would never risk something happening to you. I wouldn't suggest you ride a motorcycle if I drank even a drop of alcohol," he explained, and Taehyung felt a strange warmth in his chest at his words.

"I know," he admitted, trying to control his voice.

"So... What's going on?" he asked, looking at him carefully. The brunet stuck out his tongue and ran it across his lower lip.

"I know you live right around the corner, but... How about a slightly longer drive?" he finally asked, and when the guitarist furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not understanding his proposal, he added: "I thought that this time we could go to my place."

It was enough for these words to come out of his mouth, and the guitarist's lips turned into a beautiful smile, as if he really liked this proposition.

"Do you want to give me a tour of your apartment?" he asked cockily, and the young policeman snorted under his breath.

"More or less," he replied, lifting the corners of his mouth into a mischievous smile. "Head towards Insadong, then I'll tell you how to go," he instructed, and he placed his hands on his shoulders and, leaning on his strong body, climbed onto the motorcycle, taking a seat right behind him.

He put the helmet on his head and, without a hint of hesitation, wrapped his arms around the black-haired man's narrow waist, pressing his body against his. His breath froze in his throat, and his heart began to beat faster at the guitarist's proximity. It had been a long time since they had been this close to each other. Body to body. Taehyung clung to him as tightly as possible, resting his cheek on his strong back and closed his eyes, enjoying the closeness.

The guitarist was a great driver, driving his motorcycle so agilely that before he knew it, they were already in Insadong. So he instructed him, directing him towards the block of flats where he lived. Soon the musician stopped the motorcycle at the place he indicated. Taehyung slipped off his helmet and carefully dismounted from the saddle, and the guitarist did the same. As soon as he straightened his impressive figure, he started to look around, but he didn't have time to take a closer look at the area where the boy lived, because after a while, a young policeman grabbed his hand and led him towards one of the buildings. They stopped in front of an entrance, and the brunet leaned his guitar case against one of the walls and started searching the pockets of the black bomber jacket, probably looking for the keys. He had already touched it with his fingertips when suddenly Jeongguk closed his body in a cage made of his strong arms, simultaneously pressing him against the wall. The young policeman looked up and met his burning gaze. The musician's face was so close that he felt his breath on his lips.

"I wonder..." he began, drawing out the syllables sensually. His right hand rose involuntarily, and his long fingers grabbed a lock of Kim's dark hair. He wrapped it around his index finger and looked him straight in the eyes. "How complicated is your entrance code?" he finished, and the brunet giggled, unable to stop himself.

"Very complicated, that's why I open it with a key," he replied, raising his hand to show the bunch of keys he had just taken out of his pocket.

Jeongguk released a dark lock of hair from between his fingers and confidently took the keys from the policeman's hand. He did it so quickly and agilely that the other didn't even have time to protest. The black-haired man slipped them into the pocket of his leather jacket, then leaned forward and ran his tongue over the policeman's lips, teasing him with his closeness, and when the brunet pressed harder on his lips, wanting to deepen the kiss, he moved away enough to prevent the policeman's lips from reaching him.

"We won't go any further until we open this door," he teased, looking at him defiantly, and the brunet snorted at his words.

He dreamed of nothing more than to finally enter his apartment and peel off the layers of his clothes as if he were ripping the paper off a birthday present, and then wanted to make love to him until dawn, but he couldn't deny himself this game. He brought his face close to that of Jeongguk and grabbed his lower lip in his teeth. He pulled at it, and when the musician involuntarily parted his lips, he kissed him. His right hand immediately found its way to the man's shapely glutes, clamping down on them, and the long-haired man moaned directly into his mouth. His hips thrust forward, clinging to the policeman's body, while an agile tongue slid into his mouth. For a moment they fought for dominance, but finally the young policeman gave up and surrendered to him, matching the pace of the kiss with the movement of his lips.

Probably they would have kissed even longer if not for the fact that suddenly the door that the brunet had been leaning against so far opened, and he almost fell inside the staircase. Only at the last moment did he manage to keep his balance and quickly looked behind him. To his eyes appeared a woman in her forties. The policeman immediately recognized that she was one of those neighbors who walked around with a forever frowning face and never exchanged pleasantries. So he wasn't surprised when she merely curled her lips, showing her clear disapproval of their behavior. It was fortunate that the neighbor didn't see his hands clenched on the musician's curvy buttocks and Jeongguk's hips moving shamelessly toward him. Although the sight of two men kissing each other sufficiently disgusted her. The woman burbled something unintelligible and passed them quickly, and Taehyung lowered his head and bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the laughter that rose in his throat. Only when he was sure that the stranger had moved far enough away that she wouldn't hear him did he cover his mouth with his hand and giggled.

"Do you think she'll report us to the cops?" the musician asked, putting the guitar case on his back.

When Kim finally looked up and met his gaze, the guitarist was holding the door with his right hand and the woman opened it, leaning against it in a nonchalant pose. A cheeky smile graced his lips and his eyes sparkled mischievously.

"I'll make sure you're under good supervision throughout the night," Kim joked and, grabbing the musician's shirt, pulled him towards him.

The guitarist didn't protest, he let him pull him in and press their lips together in a series of heated kisses. Kissing, they made their way down the corridor, heading deeper into the staircase. Taehyung, without stopping the caresses, stretched out his hand and felt for a small button to call the elevator. They only broke apart when a shrill sound entered their ears, announcing the arrival of the elevator. As soon as the door slid open, the policeman literally pushed Jeongguk inside and pressed his lips to him again. The door was almost closed when suddenly a knocking sounded in their ears, so they quickly broke away from each other, and literally after a while they saw a man's hand, which probably blocked the door from closing at the last moment. So they quickly moved away from each other.

When the blocked elevator doors opened again, Taehyung saw one of his neighbors. He recognized him from sight, so he bowed gently, and the man responded with the same gesture, while lifting the corners of his mouth in a gentle smile. The man entered the elevator and pressed the third floor, then turned his back on them, paying them no further attention. Jeongguk and Taehyung exchanged glances, trying not to laugh. The musician approached him and brushed his hand with his fingers as if to encourage him to take his hand, and the young policeman clasped their hands together and looked up, exchanging another playful glance with him. He bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol he drank or if he just felt intoxicated by the musician's closeness, but he hadn't felt so light and laughed so much in a long time.

The guitarist stared at him the whole time. His eyes, dark as night, seemed to burn, and with each successive floor the tension between them grew. Electricity danced in the air between them. And its source seemed to be the glint in the musician's eyes. Taehyung could feel the chemistry between them, the air charged with erotic tension and the need for intimacy. He felt that the air between them was so electrified that if he lit a match, the entire elevator would go up in flames. He held his breath for fear that his breathing was too loud, his heart thudded in his ears and bounced hard against his ribs, and his lower abdominal muscles tightened and contracted in sweet anticipation.

When the elevator finally stopped on the third floor and the neighbor got off, Gguk jumped up to him without even waiting for the doors to close completely. The musician grabbed his face in his hands and quickly connected their lips in a hot kiss, boldly parting his lips with his tongue. He kissed him as if his life depended on it. His masculine hands moved over his body, wandering over his back, down his hips, sliding over his ass, gripping the firm skin, and the brunet's body seemed to be on fire.

They got off the elevator, joined in a heated kiss. The young policeman alertly led them towards his apartment. When he stopped to open the door, the guitarist put his hand in his pants pocket and took out the keys he had taken earlier. He held them out towards the policeman, but when he wanted to tighten his fingers around them, the musician raised them higher.

"You haven't told me yet how complicated code you have for the door," he teased, smirking.

Kim snorted quietly, but moistened his lips and looked defiantly into his eyes.

"One, two, three, four," he finally admitted, and the black-haired man laughed loudly in response.

"I knew it must be very complicated," he replied, amused.

He moved closer and pushed the brunet until his back pressed against the wall. The young policeman didn't put up any resistance, even as Jeongguk adjusted his body as close as he could, clinging to his entire length. The musician tilted his head and touched the policeman's upper lip with his tongue, gliding over it temptingly, but when Tae opened his lips, he did not kiss him. He just grabbed his chin with his right hand and turned the policeman's face to the side. He moved his mouth to his jaw and gently sank his teeth into it, biting his skin.

"Did you like the song I sang to you?" he asked, running his tongue along the policeman's slender neck.

The brunet closed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh from his parted lips. His right hand found its way to the musician's raven locks and reached out, pressing his soft lips harder against his caramel skin. What the black-haired man was doing was so incredibly pleasant that he dreamed that this moment would last forever.

"Did you choose it by accident?" he asked, struggling to concentrate his thoughts enough to say the words.

Jeongguk didn't stop caressing his neck with his lips, but Taehyung still felt that the boy's lips curved into a beautiful arc, giving him the answer to his question, faster than the musician's words.

"There wasn't an ounce of coincidence in it," he admitted. "And that's what I'm going to do tonight," he added shamelessly.

This confession took away every ounce of decency Taehyung had. Not caring that they were still in the hallway, he moved his hands lower to cup the musician's leather-clad ass while thrusting his hips forward and connecting their lips again in a series of heated kisses. A loud gasp escaped Gguk's mouth, which the policeman drank straight from his tongue, and his hips moved to meet the young agent's.

"Oh, show me this apartment, because in a moment I will tear off your clothes and make love to you here," the guitarist gasped, tearing his lips away only millimeters.

The agent finally broke the kiss. With a smile on his face, he took a bunch of keys from his hand and, turning his back to him, began to open the door. As he did so, the musician's arms wrapped around his narrow waist and his lips began to glide down his exposed neck, finding their way to his earlobe. A moment later he finished opening the door, but before he pushed it open to get inside, he tilted his neck to the other side, giving the guitarist full access to caress him. When the man's teeth bit down on his ear, he moaned his name, and that was enough for both of them to lose control of themselves.

The brunet pushed the door violently and literally dragged the musician inside. Jeongguk hastily took the guitar case off his right shoulder and leaned it against the wall, while kicking the door with his foot so that it slammed loudly behind them. When he looked at the policeman again, he was already closing the centimeters that separated them, as if even this short separation was too much for him. Taehyung grabbed his face in his hands and pressed his lips to his, kissing him hungrily. At the same time, his nimble hands grabbed the black bomber jacket, tearing it off his broad shoulders. He didn't even bother to hang up his clothes, he just threw them on the ground and then did the same to the musician's leather jacket.

"Oh!" He gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "This is my living room," he added, and after a second he connected their lips again in a series of somewhat chaotic, feverish kisses.

"Beautiful," the guitarist replied, never stopping this sensual game.

His nimble hands tightened on the policeman's buttocks, simultaneously lifting him up, and Taehyung gladly took advantage of it. He wrapped his long legs around the musician's narrow waist, clinging to him even tighter. His hands, however, quickly found their way to the thin cotton T-shirt and, pulling it up, he got rid of it as quickly as he had done with the leather jacket a moment earlier, this time exposing the guitarist's strong chest. The musician's skin was smooth, taut and warm under his fingers. Jeongguk did not remain indebted to him, he also tugged at his black T-shirt to get rid of the thin layer that still separated their rapidly rising chests, and the young policeman raised his arms to help him.

"Straight and to the right," He instructed briefly, only to slide his tongue into the musician's mouth a moment later, sipping another erotic moan from his tongue.

The long-haired man giggled, but he didn't interrupt the heated session for a moment. His hands were literally everywhere. He tugged at his dark curls to slide his hands along his naked back and clamp them on his firm buttocks, still hidden under the material of his tight jeans. Having obeyed the policeman's command, he reached the next room after a while, and the brunet nudged the light switch with his hand in the dark, flooding the room with a pleasant, sensual twilight. He didn't even have time to look around, but guessed that they must now be in the bedroom, so he moved forward on feeling, trying to find the bed.

"It's my bedroom," Kim choked out again, trying to keep his promise to show the musician around his apartment, and the other laughed again. Pulling back just enough to look at him, he cupped his face in his hands and smiled sexily.

"Amazing," he said, then stuck out his tongue and ran it over the policeman's parted lips.

He could feel the delicate taste of agave on them, but it only made him want to suck on them harder. Unable to resist the temptation, he grabbed Taehyung's lower lip between his teeth and pulled it hard, causing him pain, and when the boy moaned, he kissed that erotic melody straight from his mouth. As they kissed, they crossed the room and finally reached the bed, almost bumping into it. Kissing, swallowing each other's moans, they began to blindly undo each other's belts and zippers, but as Jeongguk struggled with the zipper of Kim's jeans, he pulled away from him, finally breaking the kiss. In response, the musician let out a huff of dissatisfaction. They were both breathing heavily, gasping for breath, their bodies seemed to be burning with living fire, but the smiles did not leave their lips.

The young policeman found the guitarist's black eyes and, placing his hands on his shoulders, forced him to sit on the edge of the bed. The boy didn't resist for a second, he lowered his body, sitting on the soft mattress, doing exactly what his partner expected. Taehyung, without breaking eye contact, kicked the musician with his right leg, thus spreading his legs wide enough to stand between them. Knowing that he now had the man's full attention, he curled his lips into a sensual smirk and lowered himself in front of him, sitting on his heels. Still looking straight into his dark irises, he grabbed his right leg and slid the shoe and sock off his foot to do the same with his other foot. Tossing his heavy boots aside, he climbed to his knees and grabbed his black pants. He unzipped the zipper all the way, then slipped his slender fingers into the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, and Jeongguk lifted his hips to help him slide them down his legs.

Shoving his jeans aside, he moved his gaze downward without the slightest restraint. Just as he expected, the musician's cock was already hard, standing proudly between his sculpted thighs, bumping against that insanely athletic belly, and a quiet gasp escaped his lips at this sight. He thought he would probably never get used to how damn beautiful the guitarist's body was. Jeongguk looked like a fucking god. Not surprisingly, even his cock was beautiful - long and silky smooth. Thick. With a perfectly shaped head. Its tip was slippery and shiny from pre-cum, and all he wanted now was to taste it again, to feel its weight on his tongue. So he moved closer, then slid his tongue out and tasted the drop of pre-cum that glistened on the tip. In response, the man's cock twitched encouragingly and became even thicker. Taehyung curved his lips in a sensual smile and looked the musician straight in the eyes only to slide his tongue out again and dance it around the glistening head, licking it clean, savoring the man's unmistakable taste, before sucking his manhood into his mouth.

"Oh, Tae," the musician moaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back.

Encouraged by his reaction, the young policeman clenched his fist tightly at the base of his cock, while at the same time, with a slow, practiced lick, he followed the veins along its shaft with his tongue, relishing the sharp hiss of pleasure that broke from the man's mouth. Taehyung sucked and licked him this way for quite some time, while alternately caressing the base of his dick or testicles with his hands. As he caressed the musician with his nimble and oh-so-damn talented tongue, the man tilted his head back and closed his eyes, moaning and panting, tensing his abdominal muscles in desperation and clenching the sheet in his fists. When he least expected it, the young agent swirled his tongue around the swollen head, licking it before sucking it inside his warm, moist mouth, taking it so deep until the hard cock hit his throat.

"Oh, fuuu-ck!" the guitarist whimpered, and his hands went towards the policeman's dark curls.

He grabbed his hair as he pushed his hips upwards harder, slowly bringing his cock between those soft, inviting lips to feel his throat again. Taehyung let him do it. He opened his mouth further, positioning his tongue so that Jeongguk's dick could easily slide in all the way. As he took all of him in, he looked up and found the eyes black as night that were now staring straight at him, burning with passion and desire. He felt saliva trickling down his chin, but didn't care. He reached out and clamped his slender fingers over the taut muscles of the guitarist's thighs, which were now trembling with pleasure.

"Oh my God! This is fucking amazing!" the musician gasped. "I'm gonna lose my mind..."

Jeongguk tightened his grip around his dark locks as the young policeman slid his lips down his length once again, literally swallowing him, and another incomprehensible moan escaped his lips. It was hard not to give in to the urge to push my hips forward, going as deep as he could. He only dreamed of sliding down his tight throat once again and cumming right into his mouth. As the policeman sped up the movement of his lips, the musician began moving his hips back and forth, slowly fucking his mouth. However, when he felt he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled violently on his dark curls, pulling him away from him, literally stopping his orgasm at the last moment.

"Fuck!" he swore loudly, gasping for breath, and looked up to meet the policeman's gaze.

Taehyung wiped the saliva and pre-cum from his chin with the back of his hand, then curled his lips into a sexy smile.

"Where did you learn to give such a good blow job?" the musician breathed out. "Do they teach you this at the academy or what?" He joked and Kim snorted in amusement.

"I do not recall. Apparently..." he began, bringing his face closer to that of the guitarist. His voice was lower now, hoarser. Apparently Jeongguk had strained his throat a bit by eagerly sliding into his mouth. It made him sound even sexier than usual. "I missed you," he confessed, running his lips over the long-haired man's. He couldn't see him, but he could feel the musician's lips curve into a sensual arch.

He touched his lips gently, then quickly pulled away and rose from his knees. Looking at him, he began to take off his clothes. He got rid of his shoes and socks, and after a while he also took off his jeans. The cheeky smile didn't leave his lips and didn't disappear even when he threw his pants and boxers aside, standing completely naked in front of him. He could clearly see how the musician's eyes were literally devouring him, and he fucking liked it. Swaying his hips sexily, he walked over to the nightstand at the head of the bed and pulled out the first drawer. He took two boxes out of it and approached the musician again.

"Now it's your turn," he said, and without warning, he threw first one and then another box towards him.

The musician efficiently grabbed both of them and then looked at his hands. Seeing the package of condoms and the package of strawberry lubricant, he snorted slightly. The policeman prepared well.

"Show me how much you missed me," Kim ordered after a while, lifting his chin proudly.

The musician threw the pack of condoms onto the soft mattress. With his right hand gripping the package of lubricant, he lay on his back, resting his head on the soft pillow, and then motioned towards the policeman, encouraging him to come closer to him.

"Come here to me," he encouraged, beckoning the policeman with his index finger. "I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to eat your sexy ass like a fucking birthday cake, and then I'm going to fuck you to the moon and back until you come harder than ever, screaming my name loud and clear, so your neighbors know who I am. I want you to see a million fucking stars tonight..."

"Fuck," the brunet cursed, feeling his abdominal muscles contract painfully under the influence of these words.

No one had ever been able to turn him on so quickly. And Jeongguk could ignite a fire within him in the blink of an eye.

He moistened his lips and approached the bed. He climbed carefully onto the soft mattress, and the black-haired man grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him, helping him get into the right position. In a moment, the policeman's slim legs were on either side of his head, and he was gripping his firm ass with his strong hands. The guitarist didn't hesitate for a moment, he immediately spread his buttocks and ran his tongue over his entrance. Taehyung parted his lips, letting a juicy curse escape. His body involuntarily pressed harder towards the musician, so Jeongguk could taste him even more thoroughly, and he gladly took advantage of it.

For a while he only teased him a little, rolling his tongue in slow circles, only teasing his entrance with the tip of his tongue. He pressed his fingers into the firm buttocks, every now and then clamping his teeth on the smooth skin, and placing a gentle kiss on it. He touched and tasted every inch of that delicious ass, until the boy's hole was loose enough for him to insert his tongue into it. Feeling the policeman begin to gently rock his hips out of impatience to finally feel it more thoroughly, he pressed his tongue harder, squeezing through the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh, Gguk," Kim gasped, rocking his hips involuntarily.

He hadn't been caressed like this many times before, and certainly never in such a bold position, but he had to admit that what the musician was doing and how he was doing it made him dizzy. His breathing was rapid and chaotic, his thigh muscles trembled, and his abdomen contracted every time the man's nimble tongue penetrated him, and there was only one thought in his mind — Jeongguk.

His cock throbbed painfully, and he wanted to tighten his fingers on it and accelerate his orgasm by moving his fist up and down, but he preferred to come only thanks to him. The musician's caresses were so damn pleasant that he felt like he was about to go crazy, and he knew that he didn't need much to reach his climax. The guitarist, as if reading his thoughts, opened the box with lubricant and poured a large amount of the preparation into his hand, and after a while his nimble fingers slipped inside his lover, intensifying his pleasure.

"Oh, yes!" he groaned, pressing his ass against the musician's fingers while throwing his head back. "Oh, fuck me!"

Jeongguk did not stop his caresses for a moment. He alternated between sliding his nimble tongue inside him or penetrating him with his fingers, stimulating his prostate. He loved to eat his ass before sticking his cock in him, and he had to admit that the policeman's ass was delicious, and he couldn't get enough of it. The smell and taste of the boy drove him crazy. Out of lust, his own member pulsed painfully. He could feel the pre-cum trickling down his strong thigh. He couldn't wait to finally enter him, but he wanted his lover to come so many times that night that he would lose count. So he pushed out his tongue harder, once again sliding it inside his lover as deep as he could, bringing the policeman to the brink of orgasm. When he felt the boy's body begin to tremble and vibrate, he knew he was close, and he dreamed of nothing but bringing him to ecstasy. He hastily slid his fingers inside him and deliberately pushed his fingertips against the boy's prostate, and the policeman came with a loud moan of pleasure right on his stomach.

The musician continued to caress him for a while, bringing him through his orgasm, until the man's body stopped shaking. Only then did Taehyung manage to move. His legs were shaking so much that he wasn't sure he could stand on them, so he only carefully slid off the guitarist. When he turned to face him, Jeongguk had a wide, victorious smile on his lips, as if he knew exactly how great he had done. His dark eyes were literally on fire. The boy stuck out his tongue and ran it over his lower lip. He did it slowly, in that damn provocative and incredibly sexy way, as if he wanted to taste him again, and the policeman's lower abdominal muscles contracted involuntarily.

"You taste better than birthday cake," he murmured sensually, devouring him with his eyes.

Before the policeman could let out another shaky breath through his parted lips, the guitarist rose on his strong forearms and approached him, getting so close on his knees that their bodies were almost touching. He found his gaze, then moved it to his lips and leaned towards him. He ran his lips over the brunet's for a moment, but neither of them deepened the kiss. Taehyung let Jeongguk decide what happens now. He had given him complete control, and it didn't bother him one bit, on the contrary, he felt the excitement creeping up his spine and spreading through every cell of his body, waking them to life. His whole body literally wanted to kiss him, and he knew the musician felt the same. But he didn't do it. Grabbing the policeman's chin gently, he forced him to turn his head to the side, and he stuck out his tongue and ran it along the line of his jaw, then moved lower, gliding his lips along his slender neck. He alternated between licking and kissing his neck, down to his bare chest, nibbling and kissing his breasts, and finally sucking his lips around his sensitive nipple. He bit it with his teeth and tugged lightly to draw a soft moan of pleasure from his parted lips, and the policeman's hands ran into his raven hair, encouraging him not to stop. To his disappointment, however, the musician raised his gaze at him and moved away slightly. Before a groan of disappointment could form in his throat, the guitarist ran his index finger across his stomach, collecting the white substance with his fingertip, and without the slightest hesitation, he slipped the finger into his mouth. Kim took a gulp of air. What the musician was doing was incredibly sexy and exciting at the same time. The guitarist slipped his fingers out and curved his lips in a cocky grin, a moment before leaning toward him again to slide not his finger but his tongue over his belly this time, licking the cum right off his delicately defined abdominal muscles.

"Oh fuck, Gguk!" Kim gasped, tugging hard on the musician's raven hair, forcing him to lift his head and quickly pressing his lips to his, boldly parting his lips with his tongue. "You're driving me crazy," he growled against his lips, and the guitarist laughed, still not taking his mouth off the policeman.

"Oh, yes," he murmured sensually. "I have never tasted anything more delicious than you..." he added and ran his tongue playfully over the cop's lips, and in response he grabbed his tongue with his lips and sucked on it. As he did so, his hand tightened around the musician's throbbing cock, drawing a loud gasp from his throat. "Ah!"

"I want to feel it inside me," he confessed shamelessly, finally pulling away from the guitarist enough to look at him.

A mischievous smile crept onto Jeongguk's lips. Without breaking eye contact, he stretched out his right hand and blindly found the box he had previously placed on the soft mattress. He tore open the packaging and took out one of the condoms.

"So what does my birthday boy want to do now, hmm?" he asked, clearly teasing him. As he said this, he was still looking at him with burning eyes, and his nimble fingers were playing with the condom. "Would you like to go for another ride?"

Taehyung didn't answer anything, merely approached him and took the condom out of his hand, and then, lifting it to his mouth, tore open the surrounding pouch with his teeth. He carefully took out its contents and then grasped the musician's cock in his hand. The boy was still hard, but he still felt his manhood swell even more under his touch, and glistening drops of pre-cum leaked out of its head. He slid his thumb over the small hole, collecting the pearly drops from the wet head, and slipped his thumb into his mouth. Smocking appreciatively, he slid the condom carefully, covering the man's entire length with it, and finally, without taking his eyes off him, rested his hands on the guitarist's bare chest and climbed on top of him. With his right hand, he grasped the man's cock and directed it to his throbbing entrance, and after a moment he began to slowly lower his hips, sliding his lover's manhood inside him, adjusting to his size.

They hadn't made love for some time, so he lowered his body slowly, feeling the musician's cock tearing into him, stretching his velvet walls almost to the point of pain. Jeongguk gripped his narrow hips for safety, helping him maintain a steady rhythm until the young policeman finally collapsed onto his strong thighs with a loud gasp.

"Oh, fuck. I love it," Kim breathed out as he finally sank all the way down, a hard cock sliding into him balls deep. The walls of his anus tightened around him, and the musician groaned throatily in response.

The brunet stayed still for a moment, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled. He loved this mix of pain and pleasure. There was probably nothing better. Jeongguk stared at him with burning eyes, and his agile hands moved from the policeman's hips towards his slender thighs, and after a moment they moved up again, running over his narrow waist, to the edge of his ribs, and then towards the curve of his ass. The musician's hands touched him with adoration and tenderness, as if he wanted to learn him by heart. There was something incredibly erotic and sensual about his touch.

After a long moment, Taehyung finally began to move slowly, moving up and down Jeongguk's manhood, resting his hands on his bare chest. His nails dug into the milky skin, and he knew they would probably leave a mark, but he couldn't help himself. The brunet's eyes met his, and they stared at each other uninterruptedly until finally the musician lowered his gaze to look at his cock, throbbing with excitement, which was disappearing into the policeman's hole. It was such a fucking arousing sight that he held his breath. His hands tightened on the sheet as he tried to hold himself still, letting Tae take control. For a long time, he was the one who dominated. He was the one who decided at what pace the musician's cock would penetrate him. Once he was thrusting his hips out, moving them gently and rhythmically, like the swaying of summer ocean waves, making sensual circles, only to pick up the pace a moment later and speed up his movements, boldly impaling himself on the musician's steel-hard manhood.

Finally, Gguk lost control and rose from the soft mattress to wrap his arms around the policeman's back, at the same time joining their lips in a hot kiss. His hands clamped down on the firm buttocks, helping him move up and down his cock, speeding up his movements, and the musician's hips began to reach out to meet him, intensifying the force of his thrusts. Taehyung entwined his hips with his thighs, drawing him even closer, while throwing his arms around his neck and sliding his fingers into the raven black hair. He loved making love to him in this position, so they could kiss, and at the same time the musician was able to slide into him so deeply that he could feel him all the way in his stomach, each time the black-haired man entered him up to his balls. Moments of such intense sex were enough for the rectum muscles to tighten around the member pulsing inside him again and again as he slowly began to peak. Feeling that the young agent was already close, the black-haired man clenched his hands more tightly around his buttocks, at the same time thrusting his throbbing cock into him, going so deep that with each thrust the young policeman could feel the musician's cock head pushing hard against his prostate.

"Ah! I'm about to..." Kim breathed out.

"Oh, yes... Come for me, Tae," the musician muttered sensually, and the brunet arched his back and came right on his own stomach.

"Oh, Gguk!" the policeman moaned loudly, tightening his rectal muscles around the cock throbbing inside him. That was enough for the musician to come too.

"Tae," he gasped out a moment before Taehyung felt his warmth seeping through the condom covering that separated them.

The musician moved gently inside him for some more time, letting the orgasm slowly leave their naked, sweat-slicked bodies. He slipped his right hand into his dark curls and, pulling at them, turned his face toward him, reuniting their lips in a long and damn hot kiss. He pulled away, only when his lungs began to demand the necessary dose of oxygen. Resting his forehead on the boy's forehead, he breathed heavily directly into his mouth, letting their hot breaths mingle, as did their still joined bodies.

"Happy birthday," he purred sensually, and the brunet laughed softly, caressing his ears with his melodic laughter.

"It's probably my best birthday," he admitted, curving his lips into a beautiful arch.

His dark hair was sticky against his forehead, his caramel skin glistened with sweat, and his eyes shone like never before. Jeongguk put his hand on the back of his neck and stared at him silently, absorbing his beauty. Taehyung was such a phenomenal man that every time he looked at him, he wondered how it was possible for someone so beautiful to walk the earth.

Finally, the brunet sighed loudly and sank into the musician's strong arms, completely drained of energy after such intense sex. The black-haired man held him in his embrace for a long time, until finally his arms relaxed, and the guitarist pulled his cock out of the policeman's body, at the same time pulling away carefully. He hastily removed the condom and, having tied it on end, tossed it into a trash can he spotted in the corner by the door, then sank onto his back, laying down next to the brunet. For a while they lay like this side by side on the soft mattress, staring at the white, slightly cracked ceiling. Their breaths were heavy, still quickened from the orgasms they had experienced, but neither of them could have felt more fulfilled.

"You have a beautiful ceiling," Jeongguk finally spoke up, breaking the silence, and the young policeman laughed out loud.

"I don't think I finally finished showing you around my apartment," he admitted, then turned to his left side, so he could look at the musician's face. "Would you like to see the rest?" He asked, arranging his lips into a cocky smile.

"You'll show me around in the morning," the boy replied, and Kim bit his lower lip, holding back the smile pressing on his lips.

He didn't admit it out loud, but he was happy that Gguk was going to stay with him all night.

"That's good, because I have no idea if I would stand on my feet now," he joked in response.

"Hmmm... Was it that good? "

Now Jeongguk, too, had turned on his side. They were lying facing each other, their faces separated by only centimeters. Taehyung reached out and ran his fingertips over the musician's razor-sharp jawline, then leaned toward him and, having overcome the last centimeters separating them, joined their lips in a long, sensual kiss.

"I couldn't have dreamed of a better birthday," he confessed, looking directly into those beautiful, night-black eyes staring directly at him.

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Ayashee:

Another chapter behind us...

Is this the kind of reaction from Jeongguk that you expected?

For now, euphoria and adrenaline have taken over, but what will happen when the excitement subsides a bit?

Will Jeongguk, however, begin to question whether he's doing the right thing by still dating the handsome policeman?

The musician still doesn't know exactly what Taehyung does for a living. What will happen when the young policeman reveals to him who he is now chasing?

xoxo

Ps. And as a gift, I have for you a small AI edit I made for this ff.

I hope you like it :)