Taehyung got off the bus and headed towards the Itaewon district, where his friends' bar was located. He paused at the traffic lights, waiting for the signal to go on. Instinctively, he took his cell phone from his black jeans pocket and, glancing at the display, slipped it back into place. It was close to ten, but he was almost there, so he wasn't going to rush it too much. As he guessed, Yoongi and Hoseok were probably already in the bar. But he wasn't too worried about it. Earlier, he had called Seokjin, his friend who also owned the bar he was heading to, and told him he would come over today with the guys. Whenever he did, Seokjin would make a reservation for them at their favorite table, even though it usually wasn't such a problem to find a seat, it was a small tradition that they always sat there.

Awake, that was the name of their bar, was not usually very full. It was a very cozy place, and he thought it had a lot of potential, but in a neighborhood like Itaewon it was hard to break out. The more that his friend was a fan of rather heavier sounds, and it was such songs that usually sounded from the speakers. There was also no dance floor in the place, for which he always thanked himself, because he himself was never one of the party animals. He never found himself in big clubs, among dancing crowds and loud disco beats. He definitely preferred places where he could just sit, have a drink and just hang out with his friends, listening to good music. And while he preferred intimate pubs, he knew that his friend was worried that with such strong competition, he would eventually be forced to close his place. If he could, he would have helped him somehow, but he was not sure what could actually be done to be more popular in such a district.

The bar had a small stage, so they sometimes joked that maybe there should be some karaoke nights that were always popular in Seoul. However, the vision of adolescents under the influence of percentages screaming into the microphone, believing they were another rock star, was daunting enough. So they preferred to enjoy a more intimate company, or at least not to expose themselves to a headache or permanent damage to health caused by pseudo-artists singing out of tune.

As the light turned green, Taehyung slipped his hands into the pockets of his black bomber jacket and ran quickly through the crosswalk. He knew that as soon as Hoseok saw him, he would probably criticize his outfit, but he didn't care too much about it. He didn't have to be attractive to anyone. So he preferred to wear something he felt comfortable wearing. As a result, he wore black skinny jeans, heavy ankle boots and a plain white V-neck T-shirt. He had tucked his slightly longer hazel-brown hair back and hid it behind a black baseball cap, the peak of which had turned back, making his dark eyes now clearly visible. The white T-shirt accentuated his swarthy skin, making it seem even darker.

He took the next block extremely quickly, even though he was in no hurry. He was used to the fact that he usually walked quickly, taking long, springy steps. This time it was also like that. He neatly passed people who were walking in groups towards the numerous bars and clubs to spend the evening dancing and drinking. When he finally saw the alley that led to his friend's bar, he exhaled with relief. He ran across the narrow street, looking around so as not to accidentally run into an oncoming car, and headed for the bar. Usually, there was almost no one in front of the entrance, but this time he noticed a group of young people standing in a line at the entrance. He frowned in surprise. He definitely hadn't expected this. For a moment, he even wondered if he'd really turned into the right alley. Perhaps in the dark he mistook the well-known path? He knew the chances of that were low, but he slowed his pace, hesitating, and looked around carefully to make sure he was definitely going the right path. But one look was enough to reassure him that he was certainly on the right track, and he started forward again.

As he reached the entrance, he noticed Namjoon, his friend's husband, who was helping him run the bar and working as a bodyguard at the same time. The man was tall and solid, and liked to spend his time running or exercising in the gym, so he was perfect for the role. His silhouette was intimidating, as was the gaze of his dark eyes. Only when their eyes met, and the elder's face was decorated with a radiant smile with insanely cute dimples, Namjoon seemed less intimidating and inaccessible.

"Don't even ask," the man said, extending his hand to greet him.

"I don't have the courage to ask," Tae replied, laughing and letting the elder pull him up to his broad chest, simultaneously patting him on the back in greeting.

"Good to see you, Tae," he said, pronouncing the words directly into his ear before releasing his firm grip and stepping back slightly to open the door for him. "Yoongi and..." he began, but stopped, clearly searching for the second man's name in his memory. "The other one... The crazy one..." he added. "They're already inside."

"Thanks," that said, the young policeman nodded and quickly slipped inside.

All he had to do was step over the threshold, and he noticed that the bar hadn't changed much since he'd been here the last time, except that there were far more people inside than ever before. He didn't know what was really going on.

Has Seokjin finally got an idea of ​​how to attract new customers?

He looked around curiously. Almost all the tables were already taken. There were also a lot of people at the bar lining up to buy drinks. Immediately, he also noticed that a new bartender had certainly been hired, for it was not his friend who stood behind the bar, but some young boy whom he had never seen before. But he was standing sideways to him, too far away for him to get a good look at. Not thinking about it anymore, he looked further into the room, where there was a table he always sat with friends, and immediately caught the two agents.

None of his friends looked like they did less than two hours ago in the office. Hoseok wore a red shirt, nonchalantly unbuttoned from the top several buttons, on which he hung sunglasses. He knew well that when his friend left the house it was already dark, so he didn't need glasses. So he guessed that Jung was only using them as a prop, apparently thinking it made him look more laid-back. His lips were decorated with a broad smile as usual. He was talking to Yoongi, gesturing lively. His slightly longer hair moved with every gesture, falling over his shining eyes. Opposite him sat Min. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, but he was wearing a dark suit jacket with a delicate snakeskin pattern, which in the light seemed to glow slightly, resembling silver. The man's neck was adorned with a rather thick chain, and small earrings hung in his ears. Taehyung moistened his lips and walked toward them, barely passing a group of clearly excited girls heading towards the bar. Reaching a table occupied by two men, he slumped down next to Yoongi.

"What's going on here?" He asked, clearly surprised, still looking around in disbelief.

"I don't know," Hoseok replied, shrugging and lifting a short glass of golden liquid to his mouth. As Taehyung guessed, it probably contained whiskey, which they usually drank when they came to his friends' bar. "I think there's going to be a performance or something," he added, nodding his head to the stage behind him and dipping his mouth in the drink.

Kim shifted his gaze briefly in the direction indicated. Behind Hoseok there was a small stage that was usually completely empty. This time, however, he noticed that there were some cables and other equipment with which he was not very familiar. In the center was a tall barstool, with a microphone stand in front of it.

"Oh God," he groaned. "Don't tell me Seokjin backed down after all and organized karaoke?" He said, before he could bite his tongue, and looked instinctively around him as if to find the quickest escape route in case his guess was right.

"Will there be karaoke?" Hoseok repeated, his voice clearly excited. "Uuuu! Maybe I'll sing something. I love singing," he added, turning to the stage as if to make sure what Taehyung had just said was true.

"Oh, no, no!" Kim quickly protested, looking at Yoongi for help. "I swear if he starts singing, I'll be out of here with the speed of light or even faster," he added in a serious tone, looking at his boss.

"Hey!" Jung scolded him, turning to face them again with a scowl on his face. "I don't sing that bad at all. Recently, I was singing in the car when we were going to..."

"We drove maybe three kilometers and three too long," Kim interrupted him, still staring at Yoongi as if he expected the boss to issue an order forbidding Jung to sing. "After about five seconds, I wanted to get my Smith out and shoot myself in the head. Twice."

Yoongi laughed out loud, throwing his head back.

"If you both work together in the field so well, maybe you should perform together," he joked, and Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Oh, Tae, how about some little duo?"

"I've had a hard day, and you want to finish me off," the younger one said, sighing heavily. "If anyone's going to do karaoke tonight, I can't stand that being sober." he announced after a moment, then got up from the table and looked at his friends. "What are you drinking?" He asked. "Whiskey?"

"Yeap," Min agreed, lifting the glass to his mouth.

"Okay, then I'll go to the bar and also say hello to Seokjin," he explained. "You want one more?" He asked, moving towards the bar.

"Sure, we want," replied Hoseok. "And you're buying," he added, and Taehyung raised his right eyebrow in surprise.

"Why is that?" He snorted in amusement, looking at his friend, who now sat leaning back comfortably with his arms spread on the headboard of the couch.

"Because you're the worst dressed," the other replied, gesturing with his hand to show his body.

Taehyung snorted softly under his breath, laughing and shook his head, then looked at his friend from under the curtain of his long eyelashes.

"You shine so brightly, though, that I'll have to borrow sunglasses from you to protect my eyes from your light," he teased, to which Jung threw his glasses at him in response. Kim caught them in flight and, still laughing, slipped them over his eyes. "I'll be right back," he said, and turned on his heel as he started toward the bar.

He passed people quickly, sneaking between tables and a few people standing at the bar, then finally to the counter. He looked around carefully, trying to find Seokjin, but couldn't see him anywhere. Only now did he realize that he was still wearing his friend's glasses and raised a hand to remove them, but before he could do so, an amused male voice spoke to him.

"I've been told before that I have a beautiful smile, but I didn't know my smile was so blinding for people's eyes that now you have to go to the bar in sunglasses," he joked.

Taehyung slipped his glasses off and draped them over the neckline of his T-shirt, then looked at the boy who had approached him. It was the bartender he had seen a moment ago as soon as he entered the bar. Up close, he looked younger than he had first imagined. He was a few centimeters shorter than him, but he certainly had an athletic body, as evidenced by his exposed biceps. His skin glistened strangely in the dim light of the place, and he could have sworn it was because of some lotion or olive that the man had to rub into his arms. His hair was dark, almost black in this light, quite short, and a little brushed back, though a few strands fell over his perfect eyebrows and narrow cat eyes. He also noticed right away that the boy's right eyebrow had a small slit, as if he had had one eyebrow cut in the past, or maybe he had just made it on purpose to look more rebellious.

He measured him carefully from head to toe. The stranger was probably younger than him. He wore black pants tied around the waist with a thick leather belt that accentuated his narrow waist. In addition, he put on a tank top that showed off his muscular hands. His cat's eyes carefully measured his silhouette, while his lips curved into a beautiful smile. The boy had an incredibly bewitching smile, he especially liked those cute little dimples that appeared as soon as he arched his lips.

"They're a friend's sunglasses," he explained. "He obviously thinks he looks more stylish in them," he added, then snorted softly and leaned back against the bar.

"What do you want to order?" The other asked, slipping the cloth he had been holding in his hands into the back pocket of his pants, and then he approached him, still not taking his eyes off him.

"Whiskey. Three times. Double," he explained, scanning the bar for his friend. "Do you know where Seokjin is?" He asked, finally, unable to locate him anywhere. "He's my friend, I wanted to say hi to him," he explained.

The bartender froze, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and looked up at him as if he had just said something amazing. He straightened and set the bottle down on the bar.

"Are you the cop friend Seokjin has been talking about for hours?" He asked, clearly surprised.

"In person," Taehyung replied, spreading his hands.

"Oh, shit!" The bartender sighed. "If I knew you were so fucking handsome, I'd start figuring out what to do for you to get me arrested," he joked, leaning against the bar on the other side.

Now his silhouette was bent as well, so that their faces were now only centimeters apart. Taehyung easily noticed that the boy's gaze went for a moment to his lips, to return to his dark eyes again.

"You're lucky they haven't made us arrest people for weak pick-up lines yet," Taehyung replied, clearly amused by the younger man's efforts.

"Oh! You're breaking my heart," the bartender cried, placing his hands on his chest. He straightened, however, and continued pouring whiskey into low glasses. As he did so, his gaze went back to Taehyung. "But seriously... I don't think I have seen such a handsome policeman ever before," he confessed. Apparently he wasn't going to give up so easily in his pick-up. "It can't possibly be legal. You don't have any paragraph for it?"

"Paragraph for what?" A voice asked suddenly, and after a moment, Seokjin came out of the back room. "Oh!" He exclaimed happily as soon as he found his friend, then quickly walked over to the bar. "Tae!" He shouted and hugged his friend quickly over the bar. "You can go to the other customers now, San," he said to the bartender, reaching out to take the bottle of whiskey from him. "I'll take care of this order," he added.

The young bartender shot a quick glance at Taehyung, but finally handed the bottle back to his boss, although his expression showed dissatisfaction. He approached the bar again, where the policeman was sitting and held out his hand to him, simultaneously leaning closer to him over the bar, as if he wanted what he was to say to be heard only by him.

"But if you feel the need to arrest someone..." he began, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. "I was very naughty today..." he added, then smiled and, winking at him, quickly moved away from the bar. "Nice to meet you, Mr Officer!" He threw and, bowing, turned on his heel, finally moving towards the next customers.

Taehyung snorted under his breath and watched him go. He had to admit that the bartender surprised him with his audacity. He couldn't even remember if anyone had ever picked up on him in such an obvious way. He hadn't felt ready for any new relationships for the past year, so he scared everyone away with his unapproachable gaze or cut short conversations after the first few words. And during his five-year relationship with Soohyun, it never occurred to him to even look at someone else. As a result, for some six years he hasn't even flirted with anyone, let alone getting to know 'closer'.

Even while studying in high school and academy, he wasn't much of a fan of meaningless flings. He didn't go to parties that often. He did not flirt with strangers. And having sex for one night happened to him once, back when he was still a teenager. He was perhaps eighteen or nineteen at the time, but he didn't remember it too well. Sex was very average, and in the morning he woke up with a moral hangover greater than his physical one, and as a result, as soon as he opened his eyes, he fled quickly from the apartment of the boy he had picked up, praying that he would not wake up when he was sneaking out of his house, ashamed of what happened.

He had to admit, however, that he liked this delicate flirting with the bartender. He knew he was an attractive man and usually didn't care what other people thought of him. He was confident. After Soohyun's betrayal, however, involuntary thoughts crept into his head that maybe he was not good enough for him and that he did not feel well in his own skin for a long time. Today, however, something has changed in him. Perhaps due to the fact that he was close to death, he realized that he was still alive and had the right to feel free and be happy.

"This is my new treasure," Seokjin boasted. "Nice boy," he added, and Kim almost choked on his own saliva. So he cleared his throat aloud, nodding.

"Y-yes," he agreed, struggling to hold back a smile that involuntarily pressed on his lips. "Very nice."

Seokjin finished pouring whiskey into the glasses and pushed them towards Taehyung.

"Ice?" He asked, and when the cop nodded, he began to get ice ready.

"You better tell me what happened here," Kim said finally, looking around the room filled with people again, still unable to believe that there really are so many people here. "Don't tell me it's because this bartender makes great drinks," he joked, laughing.

"No. San is great. He's only been working here for a few days, but he's really good at it and, as far as I can see, he's been getting generous tips..." he began, dropping two ice cubes into each glass.

"I don't doubt that," the younger one replied, snorting under his breath. "So? If it's not him, what did you do? I've never seen such crowds here before..."

"It's all thanks to my new discovery," he explained with clear pride in his voice.

Taehyung parted his lips to ask something, when suddenly a strange noise crept into his ears, coming from a speaker next to him. Instinctively, he looked back and noticed that a group of young girls was gathering around the previously empty stage. He thought someone was hooking a microphone, but from this distance he couldn't see the bent figure.

"Oh, god, just don't tell me it's really karaoke," he groaned, shifting his gaze to his friend who, leaning against the bar, was staring at the scene with a big smile.

"W-what?!" Jin asked, brought out of his trance by that preposterous statement. "Of course not!" He protested quickly. "I have something much better than karaoke. Just wait until you see it."

"See what?" Tae asked, not understanding his friend's words.

"Him," Seokjin replied mysteriously, grinning broadly.

"Who? Jin, you speak in code. I have no idea what this is about," the young policeman muttered.

Seokjin leaned closer to him and, lowering his voice a little, began to recount:

"A young boy came to me about a week ago," he explained. "Very handsome, by the way, but don't say that to Jonnie because he's not too happy to see him hanging around."

Taehyung laughed under his breath. He loved these two. They were in love with each other like no one else, and they were staring at each other so much that they wouldn't be able to see anyone else, yet Namjoon always put off men who picked up his husband as if anyone had a chance to deal with him. Seokjin did not see the world outside of him.

"He just came to me on the street and told me he wanted to work here."

"As a bartender?"

"As a musician..." Seokjin replied, curving his lips in a wide grin as he pushed the drinks towards his friend. "Go back to your buddies," he ordered. "You have the perfect table. You will thank me later."

Taehyung parted his lips to ask a question, but finally closed them. He felt that even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer anyway. So he grabbed the glasses filled with golden liquor and, smiling at his friend, walked towards the table where Yoongi was sitting with Hoseok. This time he walked a bit slower, trying to avoid people neatly so as not to spill the drinks, or even worse so that none of the glasses would slip out of his hand.

When he was almost at the table, suddenly someone turned off the music that had so far filled the bar, and the light went out, and for a moment he stood almost in total darkness. It didn't take long, however. It took just a dozen seconds, and the room was filled with atmospheric light again, but this time the lighting was directed in one direction — on the stage.

Taehyung looked straight ahead almost automatically, his eyes directed towards the small stage. This one, however, was still empty. Apart from an empty bar stool and a microphone stand, there was no one on it. Around, however, gathered a group of girls he had seen a moment earlier. They were whispering something to each other, clearly excited, looking at the stage impatiently, as if waiting for at least some rock star. Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes, then, taking advantage of the fact that it was again bright enough to end up in a table occupied by friends, moved forward.

"Your percentages," he said, setting the glasses down on the table and sliding them towards his friends, then dropped to the place he had taken a moment ago.

He grabbed his glass and lifted it to his mouth to finally drink his whiskey, but before he could soak his lips in the golden liquid, the squeak of one of the girls standing by the stage crept into his ears. Instinctively, he looked up and stared straight ahead. This time he noticed that someone finally appeared on the stage. The man had his back to him, but there was something so fascinating about him that he put the glass back on the table, unable to take his eyes off him.

The stranger was tall, perhaps even a little taller than himself, and his body proportions were insane. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone with such an attractive back in his life. However funny it might sound. His shoulders were wide, and his back, dressed only in a thin white tank top, was very muscular, his waist was indecently narrow. The style of the men immediately caught his eye. The man wore black, tight pants that emphasized his athletic legs and a shapely butt, and on his feet were heavy black boots that he had not even tied. Leather belts with studs braided decorated the narrow waist. The arms and forearms exposed by the sleeveless T-shirt were covered with tattoos that climbed up on strong hands like snakes, wriggling over the milky skin. And his hair. Long, jet black, reaching broad shoulders, slightly wavy, as if they twisted when exposed to moisture.

He felt so fascinated that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off him. The man entered the stage and bent down for something, disappearing from his sight for a moment, and when he reappeared, he noticed that he was holding an electric guitar in his right hand. He shifted in place and ran his tongue over his lower lip, feeling his mouth suddenly dry. He couldn't explain it, but his pulse sped up as if something incredibly exciting was about to happen. He was staring so hard that he didn't even blink, as if he was afraid that even if he squinted his eyes for a few seconds, he would lose something incredibly precious.

The stranger stepped into the center of the stage and with a firm gesture pulled up a bar stool. The young cop couldn't explain it, but even that gesture had something damn sexy. The boy sat down on the seat, resting his right leg on the footrest. He inclined his head a little, letting his jet black hair completely obscure his face for a brief moment, he rested the guitar on his right thigh and plugged in the power cord to finally raise his head after a while. As he did so, he looked directly at him, as if he could feel his intense gaze on him, and Taehyung almost stopped breathing.

Only now could he see his face, and for a moment he was incredibly grateful that he had already reached the table and sat down. He wasn't sure if his legs had failed him, if he had still been standing. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone as amazing as this boy in his life. What Seokjin had told him a moment ago was a big understatement, because "very handsome" didn't even in the slightest reflect what he was thinking when he looked at this black-haired stranger.

His face was incredibly beautiful, almost as if sculpted by a gifted artist. He was so handsome, it was breathtaking. His jaw was strong, his jawline so clearly defined that he wanted to run his finger over it to see if it could cut him. Raspberry-colored lips, soft and so inviting, now gripped the guitar pick. But what caught his attention the most were his eyes. Doe, dark, almost black as coal, staring at him as intensely as if they were X-raying right through him.

He thought his friends were talking to him, but he was unable to register their words. So he grunted in acknowledgment and held out his hand to finally lift the glass to his lips and quickly take a few sips of the whiskey. He briefly looked at Hoseok, trying to focus on what he was saying, but his gaze found the young musician again.

When the stranger finally moved his hand and the first sounds came from the guitar, he felt even more fascinated. Black-haired man was not only a phenomenal man, he was an incredibly talented guitarist. At first, he thought that the boy would only play, but after the first few sounds, his hand tightened on the microphone, and the lyrics came out of those soft, raspberry lips. His voice was beautiful. There was some depth in it. The boy sounded like an angel singing in that low, voluptuous voice, but he liked the moments when sexy hoarseness came out of his mouth the most.

Oh, what that voice was doing to him!

He had goose bumps on his hands and shivers ran down his back. He forced himself to look away, though, and raised his glass, gulping down a fair amount of it quickly. He hoped it would somehow magically quench the thirst that seemed to burn him from within. All the time he pretended to be interested in the ongoing discussion, although he couldn't concentrate on the conversation between his friends and he had no idea what it was about. Every now and then, however, he nodded, while his gaze traced the silhouette of the stranger.

"Of course I'm right. Right, Taehyung?" Hoseok snapped suddenly, and hearing his name, the young policeman looked at his friend.

"Hm?" He muttered, but when he realized Jung was asking him something, he added quickly, "Yes. I-I think you're right."

"Oh, Tae, do you agree with Hobi's opinion?" Yoongi asked, clearly surprised. "Didn't Jin accidentally add something to your drink?" he joked. "You guys never agree with each other."

"No... it's just... Those girls in the back... They're quite loud, and it's hard to focus..." he lied, a bit embarrassed.

Hoseok turned in his seat and looked back, directing his gaze to the stage, and Taehyung instinctively looked again at the long-haired musician. Jung snorted under his breath, then looked at his friends.

"This one is a big hit with the ladies, huh?" He asked, though in his mouth it didn't sound like a question at all. "I bet he will fuck one of these girls after the show," he added, pointing with his chin at the group under the stage.

"Just because he has a bite doesn't mean he will use it," Kim replied before he could bite his tongue. He didn't know why he said it aloud, but he felt strangely irritated by his friend's words.

"Please, who wouldn't use it?" Jung protested. "But there's nothing wrong with that. If both sides are satisfied..." He shrugged as he spoke and raised his glass to his mouth, taking a few sips. "Besides, the guitarists are said to have incredibly agile hands, so I'm sure one of these girls will be very happy tonight," he added and wiggled his eyebrows ambiguously.

Taehyung thought for a moment on his friend's words, staring at the young musician. The boy didn't seem very interested in the crowd of girls, as if their presence didn't impress him at all. Perhaps he was used to it, and it made no impression on him anymore, or perhaps he was not interested in them at all. As he looked at his face, he saw that the man's eyes were now closed, his lips moving, letting the sensual words of the song come out, and for a moment he wondered if the young musician was thinking of anybody in particular now. Perhaps he just brings up the image of his loved one in his mind and this is why his voice sounds so incredibly sensual, as if he was singing the words directly into someone's ear, holding in his hands not a guitar, but the body of his beloved.

He shifted his gaze lower, towards his hands. His arms and forearms were strong, covered with beautiful tattoos that snaked across the milky skin. He had to admit also that the black-haired man had very masculine hands, big, strong, his fingers were long, they moved quickly, pushing the strings precisely. The boy was an incredibly talented guitarist. Perhaps the best he has ever seen. His gestures were firm, without hesitation. The hands literally flowed over the instrument, producing unforgettable sounds from it. Involuntarily, he wondered if he was touching the bodies of his lovers in the same way. Firmly, but with passion and love. He wondered what it would be like to feel those hands sliding over his skin, their strong pressure on his hips. What it would be like if the young musician slid them lower down on his thighs, gripped his firm ass with his fingers, and then slipped them into him, dancing in him as skillfully as he danced on the black fretboard of his guitar.

He had never thought so shamelessly of a stranger before, and certainly not of someone he had just seen. He happened to fantasize about some handsome actor or singer, but he did so in the privacy of his home when his touch-hungry body demanded closeness, not in a bar full of people. He touched himself unhurriedly in the empty bedroom or in the shower, trying to forget that he was so damn lonely. He had never fantasized about someone standing a few yards away, whose name he didn't even know. But now he couldn't stop his thoughts from going in a very indecent direction. He wondered what his skin smelled like, what his lips tasted like, what it was like to feel the weight of his athletic body against his.

Usually, he dominated in his sexual relations. Whenever he and Soohyun swapped roles, he wished he hadn't. Soo touched him hurriedly, not giving him time for his body to relax properly, which usually made him feel disappointed before taking pleasure in it. His ex cared only for his well-being. So he didn't know why, looking at this boy, he wanted to feel those strong hands sliding over his body. He wanted to hear that sexy hoarse voice right against his ear and feel those long fingers inside him. He couldn't stop thinking about it or taking his eyes off his hands.

He did it only when from the boy's lips rolled out more sounds, sung in that slightly hoarse voice. He looked up almost subconsciously to stop his gaze on his moving lips for a moment. He couldn't even focus on the lyrics, just stared at his mouth. The musician had very nice lips, even a bit feminine. The lower one was fuller, it seemed to be extremely soft and tempting. Taehyung wanted to bite his teeth on it, but only stuck them in his own lip, thus trying to curb his fantasies, which again seemed to go to very obscene places.

When suddenly the words of the song crept into his ears and he realized what exactly the stranger was singing about at that moment, he swallowed hard and looked higher. He didn't know why, but he wanted to take a close look at his gaze as the ambiguous confession sits softly on his tongue. But as he did so, he met his almost black irises staring directly at him. The stranger did not take his eyes off him, staring at him with such an intense gaze that everything around him seemed to spin. He did not look away even when the lyrics became more intimate, on the contrary, Taehyung could swear that for a few seconds the corners of his mouth curved up in a smirk, as if he knew well that the words had crept through his ears along with his sensual voice, and as they flitted along each cell of his body, they lodged themselves in the weave of his thighs, bursting almost into living fire. Kim wanted to look away, but couldn't, as if the young musician's eyes were mesmerizing and seducing him.

Throughout the show, he was just focused on him. Fortunately, his friends were engrossed in such a lively discussion that they didn't even pay much attention to the fact that he didn't really listen to them. He couldn't explain it, but he had the impression that the long-haired man was also watching him. A few more times they made eye contact with each other that neither of them broke until the tension between them threatened to start a fire. Taehyung felt something like this for the first time in his life. This boy was like a magnet. Even though he was trying to focus on something else, in the end he gave in to that urge anyway and looked back at the stage.

He only came to his senses when suddenly the black-haired man stopped playing and noticed that the boy was unplugging the guitar from the power supply. He looked around confused, and when he looked again at the musician, the latter leaned over the microphone and quickly thanked me for listening to his performance. Taehyung had never felt so damn disappointed in his life. He wanted to do something to make the boy sing, at least one more song, so that he would take his black Ibanez in his hands for a moment, but only clenched his hand around the now empty glass, feeling the bitter taste of disappointment, knowing that this magical moment — whatever it was — is just slipping out of his hands.

When he glanced at the stage again, he noticed that the stranger was no longer standing on it. He scanned the crowd quickly, wanting to see him again, but when he finally saw the athletic figure of the artist, he noticed that the boy was standing at the side of the room, surrounded by a wreath of girls who had stood in front of the stage throughout the performance. They were clearly flirting with him now, smiling brightly and fluttering their eyelashes. Taehyung clenched his jaw, tasting disappointment once again on the tip of his tongue. He wasn't stupid, he knew these girls were hoping they might be able to pick up a handsome musician. But he hoped that maybe his friend was wrong.

"You know what," he said, looking away from the raven haired man and shifting his gaze to Hoseok. "I really need a drink," saying so, he got up from the table. "Would you like another round? It's my treat."

"Sure, the same for me," Yoongi answered quickly.

"Me too," Jung agreed.

Taehyung quickly grabbed his black bomber jacket, into the pocket of which he slipped his wallet as he left his apartment. He took one last look at the direction where the young musician had been standing a moment ago, but he was nowhere to be seen. His guitar was also gone. The bar was again filled with the usual music played from the loudspeakers, and the previously lit stage plunged into darkness. He looked around carefully, but there was also no trace of the group of girls who had been hitting on the artist a few minutes ago. He could only guess what that might mean, so he snorted and, turning on his heel, started toward the bar.

"Of course," he muttered to himself.

He didn't know why he felt so damn disappointed that it looked like the musician had actually come out of the bar with one of the girls. They didn't even know each other. What did he care about some stranger and who he would spend the night with? So what if for a moment he thought the boy was flirting with him. Perhaps those glances were not directed at him at all.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, he passed the group of people standing near the bar and squeezed sideways next to the wall, finally reaching the bar. He laid his jacket on one of the vacant bar stools and looked around carefully for Seokjin. This time, however, he noticed that his friend was standing on the opposite side of the bar, serving a fairly large group of customers. So, not wanting to disturb him, he looked behind the bar to find a bartender. When suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure leaning over a small refrigerator, he took a step towards the man and, leaning over the bar, called out to him:

"Hey, San!"

Hearing his call, the man straightened and turned towards him, and Taehyung nearly collapsed into the ground. He did not see a new bartender hired by a friend, but a long-haired musician. The man was wearing a black leather jacket and his hair was tied up in a slightly messy ponytail, which made him not recognizable at first. He also noticed that there was a half-liter bottle of water in his right hand and guessed that the boy had probably slipped behind the bar to drink something after his performance.

"S-sorry," he said quickly, clearly embarrassed. "I thought you were the bartender."

The black-haired man said nothing, just unscrewed the cap and put the neck of the bottle to his mouth, pouring a large amount of transparent liquid into them, and then put it down. Taehyung glanced at his lips, now slightly parted, glistening with water, and the young musician, as if feeling his gaze, ran his tongue over his lower lip, collecting water from it, then wiped his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. Without taking his eyes off him, he approached him.

"I'm not San, but I think I can help you," he finally said, staring at him intently. "What do you need?"

Kim swallowed hard. He didn't know why, but he had the feeling that there was a hidden bottom to the boy's proposal. He couldn't even explain it. Perhaps it was because of his intense, intimidating gaze.

"W-whiskey," he choked out. "I need a double whiskey three times," he added, his voice a little more confident.

The musician measured him carefully from head to toe, tracing his silhouette with almost painful precision, but said nothing. Taehyung could have sworn, however, that the corners of the man's mouth curved up into a smile. The black-haired man bent down and quickly took out three low glasses, then turned towards the cupboard behind his back and took off the right bottle. Kim immediately noticed that the stranger had chosen one of the best quality alcohols for him. He approached the bar again and, without asking, reached the ice, dropping two cubes into each glass. Pouring the golden liquid, he glanced at the policeman again. Without breaking eye contact with him, he pushed the glasses towards him.

"Here you are," he said gently.

"Thanks," Kim replied, and he quickly held the money out to him. The guitarist looked at his hand, then closed his hand in his, gripping it tighter on the paper money, and smiled gently.

"I'm buying," he explained, taking his hands away, then gently pulled away and measured him once more with his intense gaze from head to toe. "Actually... I was wondering if by any chance you needed also something else..." he added, searching for the gaze of his dark eyes.

Taehyung couldn't explain it, but at the question, he felt his lower abdominal muscles contract. The musician didn't say anything like that, but his intense gaze made him almost sure that there was a very indecent proposition in this innocent question, and he felt very hot in an instant.

Could it be that this boy...?

"What?" He asked, struggling to find the courage to speak the words aloud.

The black-haired man leaned his hip against the cupboard behind him and again raised the water bottle he had taken from the refrigerator to his mouth. He took a few large sips, then licked his lips, glistening with water, and found his gaze.

"You know, I've been a musician for a while," he suddenly began. "I got used to the fact that when I perform, people are looking at me. In places like this, they usually do it less often. Usually they are absorbed in the conversations that take place at their table, at most they glance at me when I play some nice riff or when they are intrigued by some part of the song... Perhaps sometimes someone just wants to comment on my appearance..." he explained, then snorted gently, as if he remembered something that amused him. "Well, not counting, of course, those teenagers standing under the stage," he added and was silent for a moment. "But today..." he said again, then pushed himself away from the cupboard and started walking towards him. He stood in front of Taehyung, and rested his leather-clad forearms on the bar in front of him. "But today there was one person in this hall who was staring at me practically throughout the performance," he finished. His lips lifted in a gentle smile. "Or maybe not... Staring is probably a bad word..." He corrected himself, then leaned harder on the tabletop to tilt his body toward Taehyung. "This person was staring at me as if... He was devouring me with his eyes..." he added, not taking his black eyes from Tae's irises for a moment. The musician was so close now that their faces were only centimeters apart. Taehyung parted his mouth to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. The black-haired man briefly shifted his gaze directly to his lips, then returned to his dark eyes. "Does this description sound familiar?" He asked, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

"I..." Kim began, wondering how to get out of this awkward situation. He could feel the heart in his chest beating hard against his ribs, his body temperature rising. "You're just a very talented musician," he said, though, knowing it was no use denying that he had been watching him closely all night. "And you sing well," he added, seeing the man's right eyebrow lift at his words.

He hoped that after these words, the musician would give up, but he obviously was having too much fun at his expense, because he didn't flinch, evidently waiting for the continuation of his speech.

"Okay," he said, feeling he was in a lost position. "And... You are very handsome..." he finally admitted.

As he said this, he tried not to look at the man, being embarrassed by the confession. He wasn't shy, but he'd never told anyone outright before that he was so fascinated by him that he couldn't take his eyes off him all evening. He wasn't sure how the musician would react to his confession, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw his lips curve into an even wider arch.

This fucker had a beautiful smile.

"You know how I knew you were looking at me?" The raven-haired man suddenly asked, and Taehyung shifted his eyes to him again. "Because today, for the first time since I performed on stage, I made a mistake in the lyrics of my own song and throughout the whole performance I thanked myself in the spirit that I could play without looking at the strings, because I couldn't take my eyes off you..." he confessed. "And... I admit that I did not only think about how handsome you are and something tells me that you also did not only admire my abilities when playing the guitar, did you?"

"Oh, shit," Kim swore softly, feeling his whole body burn. "I..."

"So if, in addition to a good whiskey... you want to have good sex... I've just finished my job for today, and I'm free for the rest of the evening," the musician announced without any embarrassment.

Taehyung parted his lips to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. Almost throughout this boy's performance he fantasized about him, but he couldn't believe that the young guitarist had offered him something like that without the slightest embarrassment. On the one hand, reason told him that it was extremely irresponsible. He didn't know him. He didn't even know his name. The stranger might as well be a serial killer who only hunted people like him. He had never done anything like this before. Even when he once picked up a boy and went home with him, he knew him by sight when they sometimes passed at college. He saw the black-haired man for the first time, when he appeared on the stage surrounded by a group of squeaking girls, and yet something did not allow him to refuse.

"I live quite a long way from here," he replied, and the stranger's lips curved into a broad smile at his words.

"It's a good thing I live around the corner," he replied.

The policeman quickly grabbed the whiskey glass and drained all its contents at once, pouring the strong liquor down his throat, then grabbed his black bomber jacket and glanced over his shoulder towards the table where he had been sitting a moment ago. Yoongi and Hoseok were still discussing something lively.

"Don't you want to say goodbye to your friends?" The black-haired man asked, following his line of sight, but Taehyung shook his head.

"They can manage without me," he said, turning his gaze back to the musician.

The latter nodded, then moved closer to the wall where his guitar was leaning and slung the case over his right shoulder. He turned on his heel and left the bar, then approached Taehyung. He stopped two steps ahead of him and extended his hand towards him. The young policeman looked him up and down again. As it seemed to him, the man was a few centimeters taller than him, although perhaps it was due to his heavy boots with a rather thick sole. Now he was wearing a black, slightly worn leather jacket, but he could still make out a strong chest hidden behind a thin white tank top. The boy was standing in front of him, extending his right hand to him, so, drawing a gasp of air into his lungs, he took his hand, letting the guitarist's tattooed fingers tighten on his. As soon as they crossed their fingers, the musician began to lead him towards the exit of the bar, leading him out of the side exit to the back of the bar.

Kim at first felt strangely uneasy as they left the building and found themselves in one of the dead-end alleys where there were garbage bins for the trash thrown from the premises. People were gathering in front of the main entrance, so when they went outside, no one was there. The lantern across the street kept flashing, giving almost no light, the only light was coming from the main street in front of the bar. Taehyung tensed, but for some reason did not release the man's hand. His step was sure, and there was no hesitation in his gestures, perhaps that's why he felt more confident holding his hand. It was extremely dark in the alley, but the boy was walking as steadily as if he had a clear view of the road he was headed. Eventually, however, they stopped at the end of the aisle, and the musician released his hand, then turned to face him.

"I advise you to put on a jacket. It's quite warm, but when we drive, you may feel cold," he said suddenly, placing the case with the guitar in front of him and zipping his leather jacket up to the height of the sternum. "And I need you to take my guitar," he added, and when he saw that Taehyung did not understand why he was asking him, he pointed to the motorcycle that was two paces away. "This is my baby," he announced.

"It's yours? Nice," Kim judged, looking carefully at the machine.

He didn't know much about motorcycles or models, but one thing was for sure, it was a beautiful machine — a Harley Davidson. The bike was well-groomed, the black body gleaming in the light of a nearby lamppost, and the silver elements adding an edge to it. He also noticed that there was some ornamentation on the fuel tank. At first, he wasn't sure what it was, but as he took a step forward and could see the entire side of the bike, he saw a black crow with a white rose in its beak. He instinctively stretched his hand toward the tank, and as his fingertips touched the cold body, he could have sworn he heard the flapping of bird wings. He glanced quickly at the musician and saw him slide fingerless leather gloves over his hands, then sit down on the saddle.

He measured him carefully with his eyes. Whatever he did, he looked phenomenal, even now straddling his black motorcycle, his hair messy tied, and in the dim light of an alley. Taehyung studied him for a moment, absorbing his beauty. Eventually, he grabbed the guitar and slung it over his shoulder. He was about to get on the motorcycle when he noticed that the musician had parked the bike exactly under the no-stop sign, and the corners of his lips lifted up in an involuntary smile.

"Do you break traffic rules often?" He asked, half jokingly.

"You're not going to report me to the cops, are you?" The guitarist replied, handing him the helmet. "If you want to find some dirt on me, you can write down another one, because I only have one helmet with me" he added and curved his lips in a mischievous smile. "And on my way to work, I ran a red light."

Taehyung shook his head, unable to suppress the smile that pressed onto his lips as well. He took off his baseball cap and, tucking it into the pocket of his black bomber jacket, put on the helmet which the boy handed him and climbed into the saddle, settling behind him. He pressed his body against the guitarist's strong back and wrapped his arms around his narrow waist. When he was so close, he could finally smell his perfume. The boy smelled perfectly. Masculine and sensual, but also fresh. There was a distinct woody note in his perfume, but also citrus and black pepper. He couldn't explain it, but the young musician smelled like the sea and sand he loved so much. Almost involuntarily, he tightened his arms tighter and pressed his head against his back, letting his body conform to the stranger's strong body as he made his way down the street towards his apartment.

The guitarist, however, did not lie when he said that he lived nearby. After a short time, he felt the motorcycle slow down, and after a while the boy turned, finally stopping the vehicle in a small parking lot. Reluctantly, Taehyung released his grip and got off the motorcycle, then, taking off his helmet, combed his hair again with slender fingers and put on his black baseball cap. The black-haired man took the helmet from him, secured the motorcycle, and grabbed his hand again. Kim did not protest, he allowed the stranger to lead him towards the small building. As he punched the code on the door, he looked around. They seemed to be still near Itaewon, but it was much quieter here. There were also no audible nightlife sounds. The musician opened the door and held it for them to enter, then began to lead him up the stairs. He was holding his hand all the time. He liked that the stranger never hesitated to touch him. He just grabbed his hand and laced their fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The apartment he was leading him to was at the very top. He saw immediately that it was the only apartment on this floor. So he didn't know what to expect. As the musician opened the door, he held his breath, feeling his nervousness grow again. The raven-haired man pushed the door and, having felt the switch with his hand, turned on the light, filling the apartment with a pleasant yellow light. It only brightened up the interior a little, in order to maintain the sensual twilight. But he had no intention of making love to him in the dark.

He wanted to see him.

Taehyung stepped cautiously inside and closed the door behind him. Setting his guitar aside against the wall, he looked around carefully. He had to admit that the young musician's apartment was really nice and cozy, even though it wasn't big. It smelled of wood and his perfume. It was an attic, so the ceiling was sloped, made of wood. At the far end was a large bed, next to which he could see a bookshelf. He wanted to go over to it and see what the boy liked to read, but he didn't dare to. Near the bed, the entire wall was adorned with a large circular window.

"Can I?" the voice behind him suddenly asked, and when he looked at the black-haired man, he realized that the boy was asking about his bomber jacket, so he nodded and let him remove it from his shoulders.

For a moment he watched the musician hang his jacket on a hanger, then slide his own leather jacket off his shoulders, exposing his strong, tattooed hands. He wanted to touch him, but he only moistened his lips with his tongue, unable to tear his eyes away from his smooth skin adorned with black ink. Up close, he could see that many of his tattoos referred to music, and he absolutely loved it. When the raven-haired man finally turned towards him, their eyes met. Taehyung felt as if someone had suddenly pumped out all the air. Everything swirled around, and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was about to jump out of it.

"You look a bit tense..." the musician assessed, measuring him carefully from head to toe. He leaned his hip on the kitchen island and stared at him for a brief moment, Taehyung shifted his gaze to his lips. Up close, they looked even more inviting. "You need a drink to loosen up, or..." he began, but before he could finish, the young policeman's lips pressed against his.

The kiss surprised him, but he didn't hesitate a moment. He parted his lips more and tightened his hands on the boy's white T-shirt, pulling his body stronger against his. To his surprise, the brunet shamelessly moved his tongue over his lips and slid it inside his mouth, pressing against him tightly with his body. As he watched him from the stage, he felt an attraction between them, but it exceeded his expectations. The stranger kissed him greedily, dominating the kiss. As he put his tongue into his mouth once more and circled his tongue, playing and teasing him, involuntary gasps escaped from his lips.

Only then the brunet broke the kiss and moved away only by centimeters. His hot, quick breath hit against the musician's lips. Jeongguk could sense the slight hint of whiskey in it that the boy had drunk before they came here, but he didn't mind. On the contrary, he wanted to suck on his tongue, sipping that woody flavor out of it.

"I assume that means you don't need a drink," the guitarist said, curving his lips into a feisty smile.

"No," the other replied, returning his smile.

Jeongguk raised his hand and gently grasped the brim of his baseball cap, which was still on his head. He didn't know why, but he wanted to see what he looked like without it. His face was beautiful. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone so phenomenal before. His eyes sparkled, his eyebrows were full and strongly defined, his nose straight, and his lips perfect, as was the line of his jaw.

He didn't ask if he could do it, though, he just carefully took the cap off his head and put it back on the kitchen island, where he was still leaning against. As he did so, the boy's dark hair fell over his forehead in soft waves. They weren't very long, but they were so long that if he slipped his hands into them, he could easily pinch his fingers on them. Unable to help himself, he reached out his right hand and gently brushed one of the strands that fell over the stranger's eyes, then moved his hand further, slipping his long fingers into his dark curls. When he clamped his tattooed fingers on them, he did not take his eyes off the dark-haired man's face for a moment. He wanted to see his reaction, but as he noticed his lips parting slightly, allowing a soft gasp from them, he pressed their lips together quickly, kissing him greedily.

This time he dominated the kiss, but Taehyung succumbed to it with pleasure. The musician's lips were silky soft, as delicate as he had imagined as he watched him onstage, but the texture of the kiss was nothing compared to the way his lips moved. The kiss was hot, deep, passionate and breathtaking, yet sensual, full of emotion and passion. Without hesitating, the guitarist parted his lips with his tongue and rubbed it sensually against his, moving it in a sexy, carnal rhythm.

Before he knew it, the raven-haired man swapped their places, trapping his body between the kitchen island and his strong arms, simultaneously pressing his hips against him. His fingers were still tightening on his hair, almost causing pain, but there was something damn exciting about it. Involuntarily, he ran his hands over the guitarist's athletic back, examining the muscles still hidden under the white tank top with his fingers, finally tightening them on his ass. As he did it, the man groaned right into his mouth, then pulled away gently and gritted his teeth against his lower lip, tugging at it. It was so fucking sexy that a fire erupted in his loins.

"I want to see you," Taehyung said, before realizing he had said it aloud.

He had never felt such a physical attraction before, and the fact that he didn't even know his name somehow excited him even more. The stranger was a secret he wanted to discover. Piece by piece. The guitarist was amazingly handsome, but he was also sure that his body was just as great. He reached out his hands and gripped the thin white tank top that still concealed the man's chest, and found the gaze of his charcoal-black irises. But when he heard no words of protest, he carefully pulled his shirt out of his black trousers and tucked his hands under the thin fabric. As his fingertips finally touched the guitarist's warm skin, an involuntary sigh escaped from his lips. His skin was soft, but he could feel his muscular belly easily. Unable to resist, he ran his fingers over the muscles of his abdomen, exploring each mound and valley, first gliding his hands up toward his ribs, then sliding them down again until he felt the fine hairs covering the skin at the bottom of his belly under his fingertips. Throughout this time, he never broke eye contact with him. He liked the way the musician's muscles tightened at his touch, and his breath seemed to get stuck in his throat.

"I didn't know you could see with your hands, too," the musician said suddenly, and Taehyung laughed softly.

He clenched his hands on the white fabric and without asking pulled it up, slowly revealing the raven-haired man's skin, and this, to make his task easier, he raised his arms. After a while, Taehyung discarded the stranger's tank top, and when he felt his hands grasp his white T-shirt, he did what he had just done. He raised his arms, helping the man take off his clothes, remaining in only black jeans, and only then looked at the musician again.

As he thought, his body was much more muscular than his, despite the fact that he made sure to be in good shape himself. But he was swimming or jogging more, and the boy looked like he was spending more time exercising at the gym. His shoulders and back were muscular, as was his chest, and his belly was incredibly sexy, sculpted. Even though his body was not as athletic, he felt good in his own skin, and the stranger obviously didn't mind it either. He did not miss the way the man's dark eyes scanned his swarthy skin.

The musician took a step forward, pressing his body harder against him, then leaned forward and ran his lips along his neck, placing gentle kisses on it. However, he did not stop there. He found his eyes as if to test his reaction, then grabbed the skin on his collarbone between his teeth and bit it, only to press his lips against it, kissing the exact same spot a second later.

"You are incredibly beautiful," he said suddenly, but before Taehyung could answer anything, the guitarist's lips sucked around his right nipple, and only a soft sigh escaped from his mouth. Hearing this, the raven-haired man bit his skin, as if he wanted to provoke him to another reaction.

"Ah!" Kim cried, surprised by the sudden attack, and the stranger quickly pressed their lips together, drinking the moan right out of his mouth.

Kissing him greedily, the man brought his hands to the waistband of his trousers and began to slowly undo it. He slid his pants gently off his narrow hips and broke the kiss, but only moved his lips back a millimeter. His hot breath crashed against Taehyung's saliva-wet lips.

"When you looked at me on stage, you were watching my hands, right?" He asked, though it didn't sound like a question in his mouth at all. He didn't really need an answer. He saw the boy staring at his hands, unable to take his eyes off them. "Have you wondered if I would be as agile playing with you?" He continued, when the boy didn't answer, he shamelessly slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his manhood.

"Oh!" the policeman moaned directly into his mouth, and his hands clenched on the kitchen counter, on which he had been leaning so far.

"Hmmm," the guitarist muttered sensually. "I must admit, you impressed me a little..." he admitted.

He felt that the boy was hard now, and he was fucking loving it. And even though his cock wasn't fully erect yet, he knew the stranger had something to boast about. Wanting to feel him better, he tightened his fingers stronger and accelerated his movements, staring at his face all the time. He wanted to see how good it was for him when he touched him, he wanted to feel his body tremble from the impending orgasm. The dark-haired man did not break eye contact with him, he only parted his lips, letting out his hot and shaky breath. Jeongguk brought his face closer to his. He wanted their breaths to blend into one. He wanted to hear, clearly, every moan that came out of his mouth.

"Did you imagine it?" He asked again, still moving his hand.

"Yes," he finally admitted, struggling to pronounce the words between two shaky breaths.

Nobody touched him for so long that he almost forgot what a wonderful feeling it was to feel someone's hands on your body. Especially when these hands belong to such a damn sexy man who definitely knows how to use them. He didn't think anyone had ever touched him like this before. His movements were certain, decisive, as if he knew exactly what and how he should do to awaken his senses, and his eyes looked directly at his, as if he was taking incredible pleasure seeing what he was doing with him.

When the musician suddenly stopped touching him, a loud moan of dissatisfaction escaped his lips. But before he could ask why the man had interrupted, the man raised his hand to his mouth and, running his tongue over the palm of his hand, applied a fairly thick layer of saliva over it, only to wrap his fingers around his already swollen cock again. Thanks to the saliva, his hand moved even more freely, dancing around his cock, still moving rhythmically up and down.

"Oh!" Kim gasped, feeling all his stomach muscles contract with pleasure.

On impulse, he grabbed the musician's neck and, pulling him closer, pressed their lips together in a hot kiss. Their tongues found each other immediately, writhing in a wild dance, and the black-haired man's hand clenched harder and sped up, bringing Taehyung almost to the brink of orgasm. When he felt that he could not take it anymore, the guitarist moved away from him abruptly, interrupting the kiss and his caresses in an instant. He measured the policeman from head to toe with his lustful eyes, for a moment he watched the man's naked chest rise and fall in chaotic breathing, then knelt down in front of him and without a word began to remove his heavy boots. He hastily untied his laces and took the right shoe off his foot, only to throw it aside after a while and do the same with the other one.

When he looked up again, his eyes were on fire, and it was enough for Taehyung to know exactly what the artist was going to do. So he held his breath and watched carefully as the raven-haired man, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the belt of his pants and, slipping his fingers through the elastic of the black boxers, started to pull them off his hips painfully slowly. Kim had the impression that he was about to go mad because of this man, he felt his cock throbbing strongly, and he knew well why the man had not decided to do it quickly, but only to slide his clothes off slowly, all the while staring straight into his eyes. When he finally slipped his pants so much that his already hard cock just slipped out of his boxer shorts, his gaze went down and stopped on his throbbing cock.

"Oh, yes," he muttered in a low, sexy voice. "You definitely impressed me," he added, looking him straight in the eye again.

Taehyung freed his legs completely, removing his pants and socks, and hurriedly tossed them aside. He thought he would be embarrassed to stand naked in front of some man after such a long break. Especially someone he met a while ago. But he felt no shame at all. On the contrary, adrenaline was mingling in his veins with excitement, making him literally burn inside, and he loved the way the stranger looked at him ― as if he had never seen anyone more beautiful.

"Since I impressed you so much..." he began, looking at the man who was still kneeling in front of him, feeling a sudden surge of courage. "Maybe you can show me what else you can do, my Rockstar, huh?"

The guitarist laughed at his words, but nevertheless, without hesitating, he reached out, wrapping his long fingers around the base of his cock again.

"Would you like to check if my tongue is as agile as my fingers?" He asked, teasing him.

But he didn't wait for an answer, he just stuck his tongue out and moved it from the shaft of his swollen cock to the very head. As he did so, he never broke eye contact with him.

"Oh, fu-ck!" Kim cursed, and the musician's lips curved into a smirk, just before his lips encircled the head of the young cop's cock. "Fuck!"

Taehyung threw his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying what the guitarist was doing. After a while, however, he looked at him again. He wanted to see him. He wanted to look at his soft lips wrapped around his manhood, dark, black irises staring directly at him, tattooed fingers still clenched at the base.

And oh, what a fucking view it was.

He didn't think he'd ever seen anything sexier in his life. It was so good for him that he wanted to close his eyes and focus on the pleasure, but he couldn't look away from him. Almost involuntarily, he slipped a hand through his jet black hair and tightened his fingers around the man bun, tugging at the dark strands. The guitarist moaned at his gesture, but did not stop his actions for a moment. On the contrary, it seemed he liked what he had done. In response, he only pressed his lips more and moved his hand lower, and grabbed his balls, which tore another long moan from his lover's throat.

"Oh, God," the young policeman gasped.

He felt so damn good, he didn't know what to do with himself. He bit down hard on his lower lip to stop another moan, but his fingers instinctively gripped his jet black hair. The guitarist, however, did not intend to spare him, and for a moment he slipped his cock out of his mouth and smiled sexily at him.

"Give me a second," he said, and got up quickly from his knees.

Taehyung watched as the boy made his way through the room, taking long strides to finally get closer to the small nightstand. He opened the first drawer and took out a small box. From where Tae stood, he couldn't make out the label, but he didn't need to know exactly what it was. He was still standing in the same place. He wasn't sure if he could move. He felt the muscles in his thighs tremble. He parted his lips to ease his breathing a bit, but as the guitarist turned to face him, his breathing quickened again.

The stranger looked even better than when he saw him for the first time. His chest was naked, floating in rapid breathing, dark,  jet black hair a little more tousled by his hands, lips glistening with saliva, and a gaze so sensual it burned his bare skin as the man scanned him with hungry eyes from head to toe. He could easily see the already clearly visible bulge in his black jeans, and he sighed reflexively at the sight. Rarely did anyone impress him like this, but this boy was incredibly attractive. He couldn't wait to finally strip him naked so that he could admire him in full splendor.

When the black-haired man approached him, he showed him a box with an intimate gel.

"I thought it might be useful," he said, curving his lips in a beautiful smile, then lifted the lid and tilted the box to pour the preparation onto his hand.

"I thought..." Kim began, moving a little nervously, and hearing his voice, the musician looked at him and raised his right eyebrow while closing the lid.

"Oh, no, no, Sweetie," the guitarist said. "Today I will take care of you..."

"It's just..." Kim began a little hesitantly. "I don't have the best experience," he finally admitted.

Jeongguk smiled, then, taking a step forward, leaned over and, taking the boy's chin gently, kissed his lips. His kiss was tender but sure. So perfect that Tae's initial nervousness almost immediately vanished. He raised his hands and grasped the musician's face with them, opening his lips invitingly for the man to deepen the kiss. He felt that the boy, without breaking the kiss, lifted the lid of the box again and, as he guessed, this time he poured the preparation onto his hand, covering his fingers in a citrus gel.

"I promise when we're done, you won't be able to wait to repeat this..." he muttered sexily right on his lips and kissed him again, shamelessly sticking his tongue into his mouth.

As they kissed, Taehyung felt the guitarist's hand slide between his thighs, but despite his initial nervousness, he opened his legs a little more to give him better access. He could have sworn the man's lips arched, even though he never broke the kiss. His fingers began to make delicate circles while smearing the intimate gel at his entrance, and after a long moment one of them began to press hard, slowly sliding inside. The musician never stopped kissing him, as if in this way he wanted to distract him from the unpleasant burning sensation. It was only when he felt the policeman relax in his strong arms that he broke the kiss, sliding his lips lower. As his lips traced an intricate path along the man's slender neck, his hand began to move, slowly at first, making only gentle thrusts, and the lower his lips descended, the more intense his movements were.

Jeongguk sucked on his nipple again, tearing a few long moans from his lips, then stuck his tongue out and ran it along his flat stomach. The stranger was not as fit as he was, but he liked his body. It was perfect. He especially liked his legs. They were strong but slender. As he ran his fingertips over the swarthy skin of his thighs, he felt fine hairs under his fingers. He couldn't wait to slip back between those slender thighs. He placed a few wet kisses on the man's lower abdominal muscles, feeling them tense each time his fingers slide inside him and his anal muscles tighten on them eagerly. He could move them relatively freely, but he was deliberately avoiding this most sensitive point. He wanted to prepare him well, but also to tease him a bit, so that the boy couldn't wait for him to finally show him the stars.

He dropped to his knees so that the man's cock was exactly at the height of his face, and for a brief moment he watched the gleaming head of his cock rise as his fingers slid back inside his lover. He had to admit he fucking liked the sight. As he looked at it, he felt the saliva fill his mouth. He couldn't wait to feel its weight on his tongue again, and that sweetish taste of pre-cum that slowly oozed from the head and rolled down the cock swollen with excitement. So seeing another drop, he simply stuck his tongue out and licked it off his smooth skin, to finally slip the man's cock into his mouth as deeply as he could without hesitation. At the same time, his fingers deliberately pressed against that sensitive nerve, triggering the exact response he had hoped for.

"Oh! Sh-it!" the brunet swore loudly, and his hips moved forward.

"Jeongguk," the musician said quickly, letting the man's cock just slide out of his mouth and finding the look of his lover's already dim eyes.

"Huh?" The other muttered, not understanding what he had just said.

"My name is Jeongguk," he repeated. "I figured you might like to be able to moan my name when you come," he explained as if nothing had happened, but then he smirked.

But he didn't wait for a reply from the surprised man, he just sucked his cock into his mouth, pressing his lips firmly on it again, and accelerated his wrist movements a bit to press harder against his sensitive prostate. It was enough for the stranger not to be able to utter a word more than the juicy curse. Jeongguk smiled with satisfaction, still caressing him.

He knew that tonight this boy would repeat his name like a mantra, unable to forget him.

At first, he had no plans at all to reveal his name to him. He didn't know if they would ever see each other again. A week ago he was dead, and he didn't know who or why had brought him here, but he was sure that whatever had made him come back might have made him disappear just as quickly. So he wasn't going to waste any time. He was going to get the best out of life. He did not want to be in a relationship with anyone because he hated breakups. However, when he went on stage and saw him in the crowd, he knew that he wanted him in his bedroom. Therefore, he did not hesitate for a moment. Now he wasn't going to hold back either. He was going to make love to him as if it would be his first and last time.

He relaxed his throat and inserted his cock as deep as he could. The boy was shaved in private parts, but he felt the regrowth of hair stinging his nose, but it did not bother him. His lips moved rapidly up and down, dancing around his throbbing cock with his tongue and constantly pressing his fingers against his prostate, stimulating it. For some reason, his senses were much more sensitive than that of a normal human being, so he could easily hear his jerky breathing and the smell of his excitement, which with each passing moment became more and more clear and intense, which could only testify to one thing. But he had no intention of stopping, and he knew well that the stranger didn't want it either. With the approaching orgasm, the brunet began to involuntarily wiggle his hips, rocking them gently back and forth to slide even deeper into his mouth, and his slender fingers tightened on the jet black ponytail.

"Oh, shit, I'll cum," he choked out with difficulty to allow him to pull back, but he wasn't going to.

He wanted the man to come straight into his mouth. He wanted to feel his taste on his tongue. So he did something he knew would make the stranger finally give in to the force of orgasm. He slid his fingers into him again and pressed his fingertips firmly against that wonderful bundle of nerves, tearing out what he had been waiting for from his lips.

"Oh, Jeongguk!" the brunet moaned loudly and came straight into his mouth.

Jeongguk looked him straight in the eyes and, without taking his eyes off him, drank even the tiniest drop. When he was sure the boy was finished, he carefully pulled his fingers out of him and ran his tongue over his cock once more, sliding it from the shaft to the very head, licking it clean. The dark-haired man was breathing hard, but he did not take his burning gaze away from him even for a moment. As soon as Jeongguk finished, he tore him off his lap and pressed their lips together in a hot, slightly chaotic kiss. He could certainly taste his own cum on his lips, but it didn't bother him a bit. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed him gently back, letting him know that he wanted them to head towards the bed, his hands finding their way to the leather belts that adorned the musician's hips. He unbuttoned them hastily, still not wanting to interrupt the hot kissing session. As his long fingers unfastened the belt, the musician unzipped his black jeans to quicken this long-awaited moment. He felt his cock almost fully erect, pulsing painfully under the thick material of black jeans, demanding to be finally released.

When he finally undid the leather belts that had previously bound the musician's hips, Taehyung firmly pulled his pants down. As soon as he took them off to the middle of the boy's thighs, he moved his hands to his bare ass and pressed his fingers firmly on them, sticking them into the firm skin, and a loud gasp escaped from the Jeongguk's mouth.

"Take your pants off completely and get on the bed," Kim said firmly, finally breaking the kiss. "Now, I want to play a little," he added, seeing the guitarist raise his eyebrow.

The guitarist laughed under his breath as if his words impressed him a bit, but without protesting, he began to remove the heavy boots from his feet. As he did so, he watched him all the time, and the smile did not leave his lips.

"Why are you smiling?" Taehyung asked before he could bite his tongue.

"Because you're ordering me like you're a cop," the boy replied, still clearly amused by his command.

"Who knows, maybe I am," the dark-haired man replied, measuring him carefully from head to toe.

The musician was just finishing taking off the pants that still bound his ankles. But he could admire his athletic legs to the fullest. He had to admit he looked even better without the pants than wearing them. His thighs were strong, chiseled, almost as smooth as his chest, he could see only the slight hairs covering his calves and the front of his massive thighs. Even though the boy was standing sideways to him and couldn't see his manhood, he was sure the guitarist certainly made sure he was smooth down there as well. Exactly as he loved.

"So, if I don't listen, you will handcuff me and pin me to a radiator?" The guitarist asked, clearly teasing him. However, he obediently took off his pants to the end and lifted them up, and after a while, looking him straight in the eyes, he would throw them on the ground in a slightly theatrical gesture. "I'm naked and all yours, Mr. Officer," he said, smiling mischievously.

Taehyung snorted at his words.

Oh, if only the boy knew what he was really doing for a living.

Without being ashamed, he measured him carefully from head to toe.

Oh, what a sight it was!

Jeongguk, as the boy introduced himself, looked like some Greek god. His body was beautiful, smooth and muscular. He noticed that in addition to the tattooed sleeves, a tattoo was also visible on his right hip. It was music notes, and he wished so damn much that he knew music because he wanted to know what kind of tune it was. But with difficulty, he forced himself to look away from his body and find the gaze of his black irises.

"We can play with handcuffs another time," he replied in a fully serious tone, deliberately lowering his voice to a sexy baritone, and he could have sworn that the corners of the musician's mouth rose even more, and there was a strange twinkle in his eyes, as if the proposal sounded quite tempting to him.

He had been working in his profession for a long time and never used his handcuffs in the bedroom. Perhaps because Soohyung never liked bed games. So it seemed to him that he was not into such things, but now the vision of handcuffing a guitarist and having him depending only on his will sounded extremely tempting.

"Get on the bed and lie on your back," he ordered firmly, and to his surprise the musician obediently did as he was told.

So he approached him and moved his eyes slowly over his body, his eyes fixed on his cock standing proudly. He couldn't wait to finally take it in his mouth. He moistened his lips and, with an imperious gesture, parted the musician's strong thighs more, giving himself better access, then grabbed the pink head with his lips and danced around it with his tongue.

"Oh, yes!" Jeongguk gasped.

The man's hips lifted involuntarily, pressing harder against his lips while forcing him to part them more, but he let him. He would be lying if he said he didn't like it. So he let the guitarist's cock slide in and out of his mouth, while his slender fingers caressed the men's balls. After a while he felt him so deep that the head of his cock hit the back of his throat and his eyes filled with tears, but he knew that the raven-haired man was close, and he didn't want to interrupt. He felt the taste of his pre-cum on his tongue and felt his muscled thighs tremble with oncoming orgasm.

"Oh, fu-ck!" He swore loudly. "You have to stop," he ordered, and as Taehyung deliberately danced his tongue again around the throbbing cock, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive frenulum, the guitarist gripped his hair and pulled him away, suppressing his orgasm. "Oh, fuck," he swore again, gasping for breath. "I want to cum inside you," he explained, then without waiting for a reply, he made Taehyung swap places with him with a smooth movement and turned him with his back to him, pressing his body against the fragrant sheets. "I want to take you from behind," he muttered right into his ear, then bit his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

He reached out and, reaching from the nightstand for a box of condoms, quickly removed one from the small box, then tossed it aside. With a smooth movement, he slipped the condom onto his throbbing cock and picked up the tube of intimate gel again. This time he did not pour it on his hand, he leaned over the boy lying in front of him and parted his ass cheeks with his hands. Before he applied the citrus gel, however, he leaned over and, sticking his tongue out, ran it over his entrance, leaving a layer of saliva on his skin. When he heard the brunet sigh, encouraged by his reaction, he repeated this action.

"Jeongguk," the boy groaned, his name rolling off those beautiful parted lips, sounding so damn sexy that the guitarist wanted nothing more than to hear it again.

He didn't think he'd ever heard anyone say his name in such a sexy way. So he stuck his tongue inside him and caressed him for a moment, listening to his chaotic breathing. But when he felt the boy's muscles tighten around his tongue, he knew he had to stop if he didn't want him to come this way. So he pulled away and quickly poured a generous amount of gel, then guided his cock to his entrance. Slowly he lowered his body while pushing the hips forward to finally slowly enter him. When he slipped all the way in, he pressed tightly to the brunet's body, pressing his naked chest against his back and clasped their hands together over the boy's head. When he made love to him in this way, their bodies were almost all the way joined together, and he could run his tongue over his spine, place wet kisses on his sweaty neck, or bite his teeth on his earlobe, whispering in ecstasy, how fucking wonderful he is. He didn't know why, but that was how he wanted to make love to him. He moved his hips smoothly, making steady thrusts, occasionally making sexy circles while penetrating him deeply. He accelerated as he felt the boy beneath him tighten the muscles around his manhood, his lips parting to let out a sensual groan that occasionally took the form of his name.

He felt like he could die like that, holding him in his arms, listening to a low, sexy voice repeating his name like a mantra.

"Oh, yes, Jeongguk!" the brunet moaned again, when he once again entered him balls deep, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves. "There. Right there!" He gasped, struggling to hold back another groan.

The guitarist gripped his hands tighter and began to make stronger, more decisive thrusts, each time plunging into him so deeply that Kim thought he couldn't take it anymore and would surrender to ecstasy, coming with a loud groan against parted lips. His abdominal muscles tensed painfully, and his thighs began to tremble with the excess stimulus. He knew he would definitely have sore muscles tomorrow, but that didn't matter in the slightest. He didn't think he's felt so good with anyone before. Their bodies were hot, damp with sweat, but they fit together perfectly. The guitarist was lying on his back the whole time, pressing against him with all his body weight, but he fucking liked it.

"Ah, I'll cum," he choked out, feeling that he was no longer able to hold back his orgasm, and the musician put his lips to his ear and for a moment he could only hear his heavy, jerky breathing, muffled only by the sound of bodies hitting each other.

"Cum for me," he muttered sexily, resting his lips on his earlobe, and it acted like an ignition that lit a living fire in Taehyung's body.

As the musician's cock rubbed against his prostate again, he came with a loud groan, pronouncing the guitarist's name once more. The raven-haired man made a few more strong thrusts, and after a while he also came, biting his teeth on the neck of the man lying under him. They lay there for a long time, letting the orgasm slowly leave their naked, warm bodies. It was only after their breathing had calmed down a bit that Jeongguk parted their hands and sat on his tattooed forearms, simultaneously lifting his hips just enough to slide out of his lover. He quickly removed the used condom and got up from the bed to throw it in the bin. He grabbed the small towel that was hanging in the kitchen and, moistening it under the tap with warm water, approached the bed again. Taehyung was already on his back, still completely naked. His chest was rising quickly as he tried to catch his breath, but his lips were decorated with a big smile.

"Shit, Gguk, that was..." he began, but stopped as if he didn't know what to say. "Shit..."

Jeongguk laughed, then climbed onto the bed next to him. He lay down on his right side and for a moment just stared at the naked man lying next to him. He didn't know how that was possible, but the boy looked even better now than when he saw him for the first time. He especially liked his dark curls, now ruffled, falling softly against his sweat-wet forehead, and that beautiful smile that graced his soft, slightly reddened lips so wonderfully. He has never seen a more beautiful smile. He didn't know why, but he felt an irresistible urge to kiss him again. So he bent down, but held his lips literally millimeters from those of the stranger, and for a moment just rubbed his lips against his, eyes closed, enjoying the way his hot breath was crashing against his lips. It was only when he felt the man's slender fingers slide into his hair that he bit the last millimeters and pressed their lips together. This time their kiss was extremely tender, slow, and sensual.

When they finally broke the kiss and moved away from each other, Jeongguk smiled a little shyly at him, as if he felt embarrassed for the first time that evening. Perhaps he thought the kiss was too intimate.

They kissed as if they belonged to each other, even though they didn't really know each other at all.

"Can I?" The guitarist asked, lifting the towel, and as Kim nodded, he began to gently wipe any residue of cum from his stomach.

They said nothing more. Their breathing was still rapid, but slowly began to return to the normal rhythm. Jeongguk, having cleaned him, got up to take the towel out to the bathroom, and Taehyung looked around the room for his clothes. He spotted his white T-shirt first, reached for it and quickly tucked it on, then looked around again to find his pants and boxer shorts.

"Why are you getting dressed?" The voice asked suddenly, and as he looked up, he saw the guitarist walking towards him. The boy was still completely naked.

"I think that's how it is done, isn't it?" Kim answered the question with a question. "We meet in a bar, have sex and... everyone goes their own way..." he added. "This is your apartment, so... I figured you probably prefer me to leave, and I don't want you to..."

"I prefer you to stay," the raven-haired man interrupted him, and Taehyung looked at him with surprised eyes. The guitarist approached him, covering the last distance between them, and sat on the bed next to him, then grabbed the bottom of his white T-shirt. "Stay," he asked, looking him straight in the eye.

Kim parted his lips to reply, but no words escaped his throat. The musician carefully slipped his hands under the cotton fabric and pulled his shirt up, slowly taking it off him again, and Taehyung raised his arms to make it easier for him.

"I don't like to sleep alone," the raven-haired man whispered, then grabbed the policeman's hand and pulled him gently behind him, while he lay down on his right side on the bed.

Taehuyng lay down next to him, keeping a short distance, not quite knowing what he could allow himself to do. The guitarist, however, wrapped his tattooed arm around his waist and pulled him closer to him so that now his back was pressed against the man's strong chest. The raven-haired man cuddled up to him, hiding his face between his neck and shoulder, and Kim almost immediately relaxed in his arms.

He, too, hated falling asleep alone, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt extremely safe in Jeongguk's arms.

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Ayashee: 

It's getting hot in here 🔥 

Jeongguk is certainly not a shy guy 😅 

How did you like the first Taekook meeting? 

What will happen in the morning? Is this the beginning of a hot romance between those two? Or maybe Taehyung will regret his decision? 

PS. Sending a lot of love and greetings from sunny and hot Dominican Republic.

xoxo