The red-haired man stood in the shower with his eyes closed, letting the stream of warm water wash his body. He wanted to spend much more time here, but he knew well that he needed to be fast. He should have got up earlier, but he couldn't bring himself to release Jeongguk from his arms.

He didn't want this weekend to end. If only he had such a driving force, he would have stopped time, if only for a few short moments. This one, however, was inexorable. So he got up reluctantly, carefully moving away from the sleeping brunet so as not to wake him up and went to take a quick shower. He would have liked to take it with him, but he knew it would make him late for work, so he decided to let him sleep a little longer.

He raised his head up, facing the stream of water that washed his face one last time. He brushed his hair back and turned off the water. He left the cabin, his bare feet on the cold tiles, and gently wiped his body with a towel, then draped it over his narrow hips. He left the bathroom and headed towards the bedroom. When he saw that Jeongguk was still asleep, a smile crept across his lips.

He paused in place and leaned slightly forward to study the man's face closely as the morning light fell on it. His features were remarkably calm, still deeply asleep. His hair was disheveled and his mouth was slightly parted. He climbed onto the bed and, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's waist, put his lips to his earlobe.

"Time to get up, Naughty Boy," he whispered in his ear. At the sound of his voice, Jeon moved slightly, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. "Get up, Sleepyhead!"

"Nooo," he groaned sleepily. "Another five minutes," he added, drawing Taehyung to him.

The tattoo artist chuckled softly, then hugged Jeongguk to him and nestled his face in the hollow of his neck, inhaling the delicate scent of his body into his lungs.

"Hmmm, you are so warm."

"Ugh, tell me it's still Sunday," the brunet muttered, still not opening his eyes. "I don't want this weekend to end."

"I don't want to either, Naughty boy," he whispered. "But I have a client at nine, so I have to leave soon."

"Let's stay here a little longer. Just five more minutes," he said, pulled him closer to him again, and Taehyung allowed him to.

"Hmmm, you smell wonderful," Kim said, his voice lowered almost to a whisper. "Why don't you want it to be Monday so badly?" he asked.

"Because that means everything will be back to normal again," he groaned, getting up to a seating position and looking at Taehyung.

The tattoo artist's red hair was combed back, still damp from the shower the man had just taken. His body was still warmed by warm water, and he smelled of shower gel with a delicate fruity aroma. Jeongguk could have sworn he smelled passion fruit.

"Again, I will have to pretend to be Jeon, the future CEO of The Jeon Electronics, and the happy fiancé of a woman I don't even know how to talk to anymore. I'll pretend I'm very in love with her and I don't think about another man at all," he explained, sighing heavily, then ran his hand through his almost jet black hair.

His hair was still tousled by sleep and, looking at him, Taehyung wanted so badly to run his fingers through these messy waves and arrange them in place, then kiss his parted lips.

"Gguk, it won't be long," the tattoo artist said, lowering his voice to a caring, soft whisper.

His hand involuntarily found its way to the man's cheek, gently stroking his skin from the ear to the soft lips. He leaned towards him and brought his mouth close enough for Jeongguk to feel his butterfly lips against his, then kissed him softly.

"You said Lisa is leaving at the end of this week. Then you won't have to pretend anything in front of her," he added, resting his forehead on the brunet's forehead.

If it only were that simple, Jeongguk thought, but his mouth did not say any of these words.

"I don't know when we'll be able to meet again," he said, staring directly at the tattoo artist's dark irises. "Before Lisa leaves, we have to finalize a deal here in Korea, so there's a lot to do, and I'm probably going to have Lisa's goodbye party."

"Will you miss me?" Taehyung asked, his lips immediately sliding down the man's neck.

As the wet, pierced tongue glided over the delicate skin of the brunet, his hand slipped into the wet strands of Kim's red hair, and his head tilted to the side, giving the tattoo artist's lips better access to his body.

"Oh, more than you think," Jeon whispered, closing his eyes at the pleasure the man's mouth gave him.

"Good," Taehyung replied. "Because I'll miss you too," he confessed, then found his way to the boy's lips and kissed him hard. "Very much," he added, looking him straight in the eye. "Besides... maybe you can somehow sneak out for a while..."

"This will be very hard, but maybe I can think of something."

"Tell Lisa you have drawing classes because you still need to work on shading," Taehyung joked, biting his lower lip with his teeth.

"Oh yes? And what, when we meet, will you teach me to shade?" he asked, smiling gently.

"If you want to," he replied, and kissed his lips quickly. "If you want, stay here. You don't have to come out with me. I have a client at nine o'clock, but you can stay longer. You can shut the door."

"Noooo. I have to get up too. I have to go home, get myself together and wear something elegant. I have a few meetings today," saying that, the dark-haired man lowered his feet to the ground and rose reluctantly from the bed.

Taehyung glanced over his naked back, which was now covered with an already healed angel tattoo. He got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around the narrow waist of the boy, cuddling against his still naked body. His lips placed a few gentle kisses on his left shoulder.

"The tattoo looks phenomenal and everything has healed nicely. You will need to schedule a final session do we could finish the shading."

"Maybe it'll work out sometime next week. I'll try to reschedule my meetings in some way," saying so, he slipped on the boxers taken from Tae, then began to put on his sweatpants. "I promise I'll give you back your clothes," he added, grabbing the tattoo artist's chin with his hand and kissing him quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll take them off of you myself," he replied, laughing gently. "Do you have any meeting with Lisa today?" he asked.

His dark irises watched closely as the boy put on one of his T-shirts. He had to admit that Jeongguk looked incredibly good in his clothes. That was how he liked him best. With tousled hair, a plain T-shirt and sweatpants. He didn't have to dress up in designer clothes or designer suits to look phenomenal.

"Yes," the boy replied, sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. "The funniest thing is that I have my first meeting with Lisa and a woman who has a husband, and on Friday night she offered me sex," he added, snorting at the mere mention of this ridiculous situation.

Hearing his words, Taehyung frowned, drawing his perfect eyebrows together.

"What was she offering you?" He repeated, as if he did not hear what the brunet said a moment ago.

Jeongguk looked at him from under a curtain of dark, thick eyelashes and blinked a few times. An involuntary smile crept over his soft lips. The tattoo artist stood in front of him, hands clasped on his hips, pressing his perfect lips into a thin line. His body felt unnaturally tense. Jeon didn't even have to ask to know what caused it - Taehyung was jealous. He slipped on the other shoe without saying anything, then got up from the bed and approached the red-haired man.

"You are jealous?" he asked, though in his mouth it didn't sound like a question at all. He put his hand on the tattoo artist's hip and leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against the man's. "This woman offered me sex," he repeated. "I think she liked me in your tight pants and smelling like our Friday date," he continued, teasing him.

He would be lying if he said that he did not like knowing Taehyung was jealous of him, even though it was completely unreasonable.

"Should I be jealous?" he answered the question with a question.

"Hmmm let me think... We just had a weekend together during which we had sex in the bedroom, in your studio, and in the bathtub. It was so wonderful that I would probably spend the whole week thinking about it and looking forward to seeing you again... Do you think you have reason to worry?"

"I'll be jealous anyway," the tattoo artist admitted.

"Oh, that's fucking sexy," Jeon said, then took the man's face in his hands. "Kiss me," he asked, and Taehyung obeyed his request immediately.

He kissed him slowly but very tenderly, as if he wanted the young CEO to feel that kiss on his lips long after they had parted, as if he wanted to invade his senses and sneak into every cell of his body. He clenched his tattooed hands on a black T-shirt and pressed his tongue inside his mouth, tasting it as if it were going to be their last kiss.

"I have to go," he said, reluctantly stepping away from the tattooed man.

"I don't know how you do it, Naughty Boy, but you haven't come out of here yet, and I miss you already."

Jeongguk smiled at his words, then took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"I miss you already too, Tae," he confessed.

For a brief moment they stared at each other in total silence, until finally the brunet turned on his heel and reluctantly headed for the door, leaving Taehyung alone in the empty bedroom.

***

"And that's it for today. Thank you all for coming," Jeongguk finished, then closed his laptop and began collecting documents from his desk.

All the gathered guests began to slowly leave the office, exchanging some quick courtesies. Jeon lifted his head and watched the departing people with his dark eyes, then looked at Lisa, who was whispering something to Sunhee. The woman laughed softly, covering her painted with pink lipstick lips with her French manicure hand. After a while, however, Lisa turned her gaze to him and walked towards him.

Seeing that, he felt strangely tense. When he got to their apartment this morning, the girl was gone. He didn't know if she had left early in the morning or if she had spent the weekend at Rose's, but he was almost convinced that sooner or later the blonde would ask him where he had spent the whole weekend. He was afraid the girl would figure out he was lying once a word left his lips. He didn't like to lie, and he was never good at it. He was convinced that Lisa would start to suspect something, so he preferred to avoid this confrontation.

To his surprise, however, the girl's lips curved into a beautiful, friendly smile, and her look became extremely warm and gentle. He would even be inclined to say that the girl looked at him with adoration and love.

"Jeonggukie darling, I have another appointment now, so I can't go to lunch with you," she said gently. "We'll have a delicious dinner together, huh?" That said, she stroked his cheek with her hand.

Jeongguk blinked several times in surprise at her words. They never had lunch together. Well, maybe a few times right after they started dating. Later, when Lisa became closer friends with Rose, she was meeting her during their lunch break, as did he with Hobi and Jimin. It was their little ritual.

Feeling awkward, knowing that Sunhee could surely hear their conversation, he nodded and smiled faintly.

"It's okay," he choked out.

The words struggled through his clenched throat. He was tired of pretending they were all right, but he didn't want to cause a storm before she left. He could feel Sunhee's eyes on him, and even though he wasn't looking at her, he knew the woman was staring at them. Lisa took his face in her hands and, standing on her toes, kissed him softly on the lips.

"I love you, Jeonggukie. See you later, darling," she said softly, but loudly enough for the woman looking at them to hear her words.

"I-I love you, too," he choked out, feeling the words burn his tongue.

He felt like a liar and a fraud. He hated that feeling so much. Instinctively, he clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Lisa smiled radiantly, tossed her blonde ponytail backwards, and headed for the exit. He watched her slim figure, clad in a navy blue suit from some new collection by one of the French designers. Even as the girl disappeared through the door and the sound of her expensive high heels knocking on the floor finally faded away, he was still staring at the door Lisa had disappeared through.

"Jeongguk," a soft voice said suddenly, snapping him out of this strange lethargy. Before he could shift his gaze to the person who called him, Sunhee walked over to him and stood in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. "I thought a lot about what you told me on Friday," she said. "And... I wanted to apologize to you."

Jeongguk raised his right eyebrow in surprise at her words. He hadn't thought that Sunhee would apologize to him for her behavior. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would admit her mistakes. He studied her face as if trying to read the woman's intentions.

"You are a very attractive young man, Jeongguk. I don't think you and Lisa are made for each other, but I shouldn't have assumed you would agree to my proposition. It was out of place," she admitted.

"You're right, this shouldn't have happened, but you don't need to apologize."

"I must admit, this is the first time someone refused me," Sunhee confessed. "You impressed me with that."

"And how does it work for you?" he asked suddenly, before he could bite his tongue. "Don't you feel bad about cheating on your husband?"

"I love Beomsoo, but over the years I've learned to separate love from desire. And he knows about everything. These men I'm seeing don't mean anything to me. It's just a moment of pleasure. Beomsoo is the one I can't live without. How long are you with Lisa?"

"Three years," he replied.

"And you've never met someone who had aroused your lust so much that you couldn't stop thinking about it?" she asked.

Jeongguk was silent, but an image of the rectangular smile of a tattooed man crept into his head. His beautiful, almost black eyes, fiery red hair, wonderfully caramel skin. In his mind, he could see his pierced lips sliding over his hot skin, his hands exploring the shape of his body.

He knew someone like that.

Taehyung awakened in him much more than mere lust. The physical attraction between them was undeniable. From the very beginning, they were accompanied by incredible sexual tension. It was enough for their hands to gently touch each other to make him feel a pleasant wave of heat spread over his body. When their eyes met, even for a few seconds, Jeongguk felt butterflies in his stomach.

The first time he saw him, he was fucking fascinated by him. No one has ever made such an impression on him as Taehyung. The longer he stayed with him, the more he felt. The chemistry between them was undeniable. He couldn't remember ever having an almost animal lust for someone.

And when they finally got closer physically, the power of these feelings was incredible and surprised him. They were literally devouring each other. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could still feel him by his side. His slender fingers on his body. The taste of his kisses. A gentle burning sensation that reminded him that last weekend was not just a beautiful dream, but something that really happened. He allowed this man to possess him in many more ways than purely physical. Taehyung took over his senses, crept into every single cell of his body, under his skin like ink that adorned his back and stole his soul.

"I think life is too short to deny myself any pleasure," the woman continued. "But you also have to learn to distinguish between lust and love. I love Beomsoo. All the rest is just lust."

Jeon shifted his gaze to her and for a moment stared at her slightly absently. Did this woman mean relationships like the one that binds him and Tae?

He desired him.

From the very beginning he felt an incredible, even inexplicable attraction to him. Will it pass? Will what they have in common soon disappear like cigarette smoke? How is lust different from love? When do you start to care more about someone? What was really between them?

What if Taehyung felt only physical attraction to him? If he breaks up with Lisa, he goes against his entire family, and the tattoo artist finds someone else? Lying in his arms, he was sure they had something real, something far more important and stronger than they both thought, but now he felt strangely nervous. He hated how easy it was to make him feel so fucking insecure.

He gently parted his lips, wanting to say something, but no words escaped his lips. So he closed them and only swallowed hard. Sunhee gathered her briefcase from the table and slipped it into her purse, then looked at him. To his surprise, the woman reached out her hand and stroked his cheek lightly.

"G-Guk! Sorry I'm late..." a voice suddenly called and after a moment Park appeared in the doorway.

Seeing them, the boy, however, stood paralyzed in the doorway. At the sight of him, Sunhee smiled charmingly.

"See you soon, Jeonggukie," she said goodbye and turned on her heel, walking towards the door.

She moved gracefully, gently twirling her hips, accentuated by a black pencil skirt. Her high heels tapped lightly against the floor. The woman passed Jimin standing on the threshold and disappeared into the corridor. Park raised his eyebrows in surprise at what he had witnessed, and a mischievous smile crept across his full lips. He turned and closed the door quickly, then looked at his friend.

"And who was that?" he asked, setting the coffee mugs on the desk. "That's a hot stuff!" he assessed quickly, settling comfortably on the leather chair intended for guests.

"It's Sunhee Kwon. This is the heiress..."

"Oh, so this is the famous Sunhee," Park said, sipping on his coffee. "I heard she was attractive, but I didn't think she was so hot."

"Yes, she's a very attractive woman, indeed," Jeon admitted, leaning his buttocks against his desk and picking up the coffee his friend had brought. "Although I thought she would be completely different," he added, thinking of the woman's proposal, then snorted gently under his breath at the memory.

Park looked at him and measured him carefully from head to toe, his eyes fixed on his friend's face. He was silent for a moment, as if trying to read something in it.

"Was it only me or was she stroking your cheek when I got here?" he asked casually, soaking his mouth in the hot liquid again. He hissed softly as the coffee gently burned his lips.

Jeongguk felt embarrassed by what had happened. He hadn't expected Sunhee to do this, so he let her do it. It meant nothing to him, but he knew what it might look like in the eyes of someone watching them from the sidelines. Now he was just grateful that Jimin had witnessed the event, not Lisa or someone else. Feeling a bit awkward, he ran a hand through his dark hair and moistened his lips.

"It's not what you think..." he said stupidly.

Saying this ridiculous sentence, he felt like the hero of some cheesy soap opera, caught by his loved one cheating. He knew what it looked like, and how silly such a translation sounded, but nothing else came to his mind. Park looked at him for a moment in silence, as if he were analyzing his words or trying to read something between the lines, but suddenly his lips twitched into a mischievous smile.

"Don't tell me you're fucking her?!" he said finally with obvious excitement. "Is she the mysterious stranger with whom you cheated on Lisa?" he asked, lowering his voice a little as if afraid someone would hear them.

Hearing his words, Gguk choked on his coffee and almost spat the contents of his mouth onto his white shirt.

"W-what?" he said quickly. The timbre of his voice was slightly higher than usual, and a nervous laugh escaped his lips. "No. Of course not," he denied.

"Oh, Gguk! Do not be shy!" Jimin instructed with a big smile on his full lips. "Maybe she is older than us, but what a hottie she is. I bet sex with..."

"Park," Jeon snapped. "That's not her. Sunhee will be working with us, but what you saw... It doesn't mean anything. She..." He paused for a moment, wondering how to put what he wanted to say in words. "She was hitting on me, okay? But I have nothing to do with her. She has a husband," he explained.

He got up from his desk and grabbed his coffee mug, then walked over to the leather chair to sit down across from his friend. With his right hand, he undid the buttons on his suit jacket, smoothed out his tie, and adjusted the gold clip that held it down, then sat down in his seat.

"And you have Lisa," Jimin said. "And what? You are unhappy with her. You can tell me as much as you want, that it's good, that your problems are only temporary or that she is from an orphanage, and you should be more understanding... You deserve more, Gguk," he said, looking him straight in the eyes with a strange determination in the gray eyes irises.

Jeongguk looked at him a bit surprised. He knew his friend didn't like Lisa. Jimin never hid it, but he never told him outright that he thought he deserved better. It was the first time he had told him to his face that he could see that he was not happy with her. At his words, he felt a strange pressure in his chest.

He had never told anyone that he had not felt happy in a long time. He had put a fake smile on his face and hoped no one would notice what was really underneath it, but Jimin could see it all. He knew Jeon was pretending not to tell the truth, telling himself that he expected too much from life, that he should be less greedy, accept what fate had given him and not ask for more. He often thought to himself that he deserved nothing better, blaming himself for what had happened to his family.

Would a blonde businessman find Taehyung something better, someone he deserves?

An image of the tattoo artist crept into his head, looking at him fondly as he wiped his naked body with a soft towel after they had shared a bath. He felt his lips touch his shoulder. He remembered how loudly he laughed as the boy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, then he deliberately threw him on the bed and climbed onto it, locking him in the cage of his tattooed arms. He remembered a flock of butterflies bursting in his belly as Taehyung pressed his lips against him, sipping laughter from his lips, and crept inside his mouth with his nimble, pierced tongue, kissing him slowly and tenderly. He couldn't forget how he felt, falling asleep in his arms, feeling the gentle kisses against his neck and bare shoulders.

What they had, was not only lust. Sunhee was wrong. She must have been wrong.

"Gguk?!" Jimin called. "Gguk ?! Are you listening to me at all?" he asked, frowning.

His words reached Jeongguk almost as if from afar. He knew Park was still talking to him, but he couldn't focus on it and couldn't understand the words. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, wanting to taste Tae's lips on it. He recalled the sound of his low, sexy voice whispering in his ear, the touch of his hand outlining his narrow waist and the shape of his round ass. He felt his excitement rise under the influence of those memories. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

"Uhum," he agreed quickly, hearing Jimin talking to him.

The blond businessman shifted his curious gaze to him. He was sure that Jeongguk hadn't heard a single word that had rolled off his full lips in the last few minutes. The man's gaze was fixed on the wall in front of him, though there was nothing on it worthy of such attention. His dark eyes were strangely absent, a bit dreamy. He knitted his eyebrows together, wondering what had sparked the young businessman's reaction. He measured him carefully from head to toe, his eyes slowly tracing his silhouette, but his attention focused on his face.

Brunet looked as if he was thinking intensely about something or as if he was recalling a memory in his head. He could have sworn the boy's breathing had gotten strangely uneven, his cheeks seemed a little more ruddy. A thought crept into Jimin's mind, but he wasn't quite sure it was right. But before he had time for good to think about it, Jeongguk moistened his lips with his tongue, then bit his teeth on the bottom one and moved a little uneasily, as if suddenly the position he was sitting in became uncomfortable. It was enough for Jimin to know that his earlier thought was correct.

"I was thinking..." he began, convinced that the brunet's thoughts are so far away that his words certainly do not reach him at all. "That it would be nice to make a little threesome. Me, you and Yoongi. Hm?! What do you think? Wouldn't it be fun?" he asked, still staring with his gray irises at his friend's face. "Gguk, what do you think?" he urged, slightly raising his voice for the boy to register his question.

"Yes Yes. Yes, you're right," he nodded, and his hand instinctively lifted and gently loosened his tie as if he suddenly felt hot.

But Jimin knew very well that it was not his proposal that had caused this effect. He smiled even wider and cleared his throat to finally draw his friend's attention to himself.

"Gguk, do you know that you just agreed to a hot threesome with me and Yoongi?" he asked when the boy finally looked at him with a bit more lucid eyesight.

"W-what? No. I..." he began to explain awkwardly, and his cheeks flushed even more. "I-I spaced out," he added quickly, feeling even more embarrassed.

"What were you thinking about so intensely?" Jimin pressed, teasing him.

He loved to embarrass him. He never had a problem talking about his erotic life. On the contrary, he liked to tell something on purpose sometimes and then watch Gguk got shy and flustered. He knew that his erotic life was quite poor. The boy sometimes mentioned that his relationship with Lisa was not very successful.

"O-oh nothing," he blurted out quickly, loosening his tie again as if he were still fucking hot, then looked away, embarrassed.

How was he going to tell him he was remembering last weekend? That he was recreating in his mind the way Taehyung had made love to him in his bedroom, showering his body with kisses, touching him with adoration and such tenderness he had never known before? How did loud moans of pleasure roll from his lips as the man's hard pierced cock rubbed against his prostate, or how bloody excited he was to watch the man shamelessly touch himself in front of his eyes? How much did he like that as he slipped his dick into his mouth, he felt his cock throbbing and twitching with the pleasure his lips and tongue give him? How was he going to tell him that he liked how he could feel the taste of Taehyung's sperm on his tongue as he penetrated him with his cock?

Even though he was not looking at Jimin, he could feel his burning gaze on him, and he felt even hotter. He felt as if his friend could read his mind and knew exactly what was running through his head. He swallowed hard, still avoiding his gaze.

"You've seen her again," the blond said suddenly, clearly excited.

Jeon glanced at him furtively, but quickly avoided his intense gaze.

"N-no... I..." he began, but stopped, not knowing what to say. Jimin grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I'm sure you've seen her," he repeated, sure of his words.

The longer he stared at him, the more convinced he was that he is right and the more fascinated he was. He was so damn curious about their relationship. He couldn't wait to finally find out who his friend's crush was. Especially now that he saw Jeongguk blush at the very thought of this woman.

"And not only that, right?" he asked, seeing his friend's red cheeks. "Did you two made a lot of 'baby steps'?" he teased.

"J-Jimin," Jeon choked out, looking away, but still Park had no trouble catching the fact that the brunet's teeth gripped his lower lip, holding back a smile.

"Oh, Jesus! You slept with her?!" he exclaimed, almost leaping from his seat from the excess of emotions buzzing within him.

"Jimin! Jesus, quieter. Someone may hear you," he scolded him quickly, looking around as if to make sure no one was hanging around in front of his office door.

"You slept with her, didn't you?" Park repeated, much quieter. "Jesus, I can't believe this..."

Jeongguk let out a loud breath, then rolled his eyes. Park was impossible. He wet his lips quickly and smoothed his tie again, loosening the knot that bound his neck a bit. As he did so, he remembered Taehyung taking his tie from him and then wrapping it around his tattooed hand, checking that the fabric was strong enough.

Shit.

He shouldn't be thinking about such things now. He felt hot again, as if someone had suddenly turned up the heater. He shifted uneasily in his seat and looked shyly at the blond man sitting in front of him. Jimin's eyes were fixed on him with great determination. Park looked like he was trying to x-ray him and sneaking into the corners of his head to know what he was thinking now.

"Perhaps... We spent the weekend together," he confessed. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, but he managed to hold back a smile.

Instinctively, Jimin opened his mouth, then formed a huge smile, his eyes sparkling vividly.

"Seriously? Whole weekend?" he asked, shifting nervously in his seat like a small, excited child.

"We met on Saturday and I left this morning," he confirmed.

"Oh holy shit! You were fucking?! Jesus, you must have had sex. I don't believe you managed to keep your distance," Jimin said, looking encouragingly at Jeongguk to reveal some dirty details to him.

This affair was by far the craziest thing his friend had ever done, and he felt as excited about it as if it were about himself. He was glad that Jeon was finally doing something for himself, not for others.

"What if I say that we did? I know I was talking about baby steps, but... I wanted it," he admitted.

Saying it out loud was somehow strangely liberating. He had been suppressing all his fears and dilemmas for a long time. He didn't tell anyone about it, which made him feel like he was alone in it all. And even though Park didn't know his situation exactly, and he was a bit embarrassed to tell him, it felt good to finally tell someone about it.

"Oh, God! I'm so excited. I feel as exited as when I got my new dildo!"

"Ugh, Park. TMI!" he groaned, at which Jimin just laughed out loud.

"Oh, tell me something. Tell me some dirty details," Jimin begged, moving his armchair closer to the one where Jeongguk was sitting.

Brunet returned his thoughts to the past weekend, and a smile crept on his lips. He shifted his gaze to his friend's face, who was sitting on pins, waiting for him to finally reveal some details.

"It was wonderful," he said finally. "It was... It was better than I could have dreamed of," he whispered, folding his lips into a gentle smile.

This weekend was perfect. It was by far the best weekend of his life. Everything Taehyung did was so damn perfect he was afraid that one day he would open his eyes, and it would turn out to be just a beautiful dream.

"Gguk, I need more..." Park groaned. "Did you do it once?" He asked, watching the brunet's reaction. 

"Few times," he admitted, feeling his cheeks turn all red.

"And? What is she like? Please just don't tell me she's as boring as Lisa."

"Oh, definitely not like Lisa. What she does and how she does..."

"Are you blushing?" Jimin teased. "Jesus, you are really blushing. Was it that good?"

"Park, you know I don't know how to talk about such topics..." Jeon scolded him, shifting nervously in his chair.

His hands loosened his tie again as if that would help him in that embarrassing questioning of Park. He knew very well that the blond wouldn't let go that easily and on the one hand he really wanted to tell him about everything, but he also felt that he wasn't ready to admit to anyone that he was with another man.

"Oh, there is nothing to be ashamed of. For example, I had a wonderful weekend with Yoongi. And imagine that he not only fucks well, but also cooks well!" Jimin boasted. "In addition, I do not know if it is due to the fact that he is a tattoo artist or that he plays various instruments, but he has such agile hands..."

At these words, Jeongguk involuntarily imagined Taehyung's slender, tattooed hands sliding over his body, marking each curve as if it were the most precious thing a man had ever touched, his own words echoing in his mind.

'I want to be like clay in your slender hands that you will touch and shape to make me the man you want. I want to be like the violin that you will play all night long, making every slightest vibration the music that will fill your ears. I want to be like a white canvas on which you apply your paints, making me something unique and one of a kind, something that no one has ever seen before. I want our bodies to melt into one, like some beautiful sculpture that takes your breath away.'

And making love to him was exactly that. He was crumbling beneath him so that Taehyung could turn him into something new, amazing. He died in his hands, only to be reborn after a while. No one had ever made love to him that way.

"I-In addition to tattoos... Does Yoongi also has... piercings?" he asked before he could bite his tongue.

"Hm? What? No, he doesn't," he answered quickly, then looked at him suspiciously. "She has?" he asked, though it didn't sound like a question at all.

"I-in ... In her tongue," he choked out.

"Uuu! So she's not a good girl like Lisa at all," Jimin said, his voice full of satisfaction.

Oh, yes. She's definitely not a good girl, Jeongguk thought, feeling himself getting very hot again.

Taehyung made love to him gently. His movements were precise and fluid like ocean waves, his touch was tender, and his kisses were sensual and passionate. This weekend was perfect. Romantic even. The tattoo artist made love to him, looking him straight in the eye, letting him be on top, deciding how quickly and how deeply he would be penetrated, and knew very well why Tae did it. He wanted to show him that he wasn't just another guy he was fucking. He wanted to prove to him that he was important to him, that he was someone special for him. And Jeongguk so damn appreciated every second of the time they spent together.

He thought about how beautiful Taehyung's naked body was, how their bodies fit together perfectly and how it feels to feel him inside, kiss him, touch him. But he also couldn't forget the way the man looked at him giving him a paint kit, how tightly he held him in his arms as he fell asleep in his arms, how he kissed the scar on his back telling him he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

Kim was someone special. One of a kind. He also knew that what he had seen so far was only the top of the mountain.

And he wanted more.

He couldn't deny that his thoughts weren't also wandering to the more naughty things the tattoo artist was yet to show him. He couldn't help but think as the tattoo artist pushed him against the cupboard, grabbed his throat, and fucked him from behind, taking complete control of him. He liked the way he tugged at his dark strands, pressing his fingers into his protruding hips, making quick, firm thrusts. He wanted to see what it was like when Taehyung had total control over him. And although he was a bit ashamed of it, he wanted the tattoo artist to show him his less delicate face.

"I was with a guy once who had a pierced tongue," Jimin sighed dreamily. "And I must admit, he really knew how to use it. Next time when she will suck you off, ask her to slide the piercing over..."

"Oh God, Park!" Jeon called covering his ears, and Jimin looked at him with a surprised look as if he didn't understand his reaction at all.

"...frenulum," he finished, letting the word roll slowly from his full lips. "I don't understand why you are so ashamed," he added, as if their conversation was perfectly normal. "I have a dick, you have a dick... Why not exchange experiences? I'm your friend. Friends are there to advise each other. Seriously, if you tell her to..."

"I-I don't think it will be necessary," Jeon interrupted quickly, feeling increasingly embarrassed by their conversation.

Jesus. How did he even get into this?

He had never thought Park would be giving him sex advice, much less about how to suck someone off. Besides, if anyone could do with some training in this matter, it would definitely be him, but he would never dare to ask Jimin for something like that. Caressing Taehyung, he had no idea how to do it, so he was merely imitating what the man had done to him in the tattoo studio. The tattoo artist definitely knew his stuff, and he had never done anything like this before. He seemed to be doing quite well after all, for he still remembered the tattoo artist's cock throbbing in his mouth and how Taehyung cursed loudly every time he put it deep into his mouth.

"O-Oh. So your new friend is doing well? Hell yeah. I think you won the lottery."

"And... Have you ever been with a guy who had a... piercing... down there?" he asked, struggling to push the words through his clenched throat, then quickly dipped his lips in his coffee, trying to pretend to be completely relaxed.

"And why do you ask? She has a piercing there?" he asked, and Jeon shook his head quickly in denial. "Oh! You wanna pierce your... friend?"

"Wh-what? N-no," he protested quickly, almost spitting coffee on his tie. "I'm just curious if you've ever had... You know. Have sex with... a man who had a piercing in... You know."

God. Jeon, you're acting like an idiot, he mentally scolded himself, then took a few sips again to avoid looking at his friend.

"No," Park admitted, without the slightest embarrassment. "Although I've heard that it additionally enhances the experience, so I'd love to try it. Do you know what else I want?" he asked, smiling mysteriously.

Jeongguk was silent for a moment, as if he was afraid to ask, but knew that if he didn't, Jimin would say it himself sooner or later. He knew him too well. He knew that when a young billionaire had an idea, there was no force to stop him from realizing it. Park often did crazy things saying he had no intention of regretting anything in his life, and Jeon was there to clean up the mess or help him in trouble.

"What?" he asked finally, a bit afraid of what he might hear.

"Kim," the blond said with a confident voice.

"W-what?" Jeon gasped, almost mentally praying that he would only misinterpret his friend's words.

"Kim Taehyung," Jimin repeated.

"W-what?" he asked again, laughing nervously.

"You know, that Yoongi's red-haired buddy who tattooed you," he explained, thinking Jeongguk didn't understand who he was talking about.

"I know who Kim Taehyung is," he said through gritted teeth.

"Ugh, I know he's Yoongi's friend, but he is super hot. He looks even better every time I see him. I thought to talk to Yoongi, and maybe we could make a little threesome... But I don't know. I get the feeling Kim doesn't like me or something..."

"Do you see him often?" he asked, feeling oddly nervous.

"Well, I have only seen him a few times. Recently, Yoongi and I met him in the city this Saturday and I asked him to join us and have dinner with us, but he turned me off quickly."

"When did you meet him? This Saturday?" the brunet repeated. His heart began to beat erratically, pounding in his chest, and his insides fell into his throat.

"Yeah, he was acting a little weird. He said he thought we went to Busan together. Do you think he likes me? He looks like someone that likes to have fun, so maybe..."

"He has someone," Jeongguk interrupted quickly, before he could bite his tongue.

He knew it was Taehyung who should be able to decide for himself whether or not he wanted Park, but he couldn't bear the thought of Jimin touching or kissing him. That anybody else could.

"Hm? Seriously. When we were at the club, he said he was single."

"As far as I know, it's pretty fresh," he explained, then rose quickly from his desk and straightened his tie. "Jimin... I have to go somewhere for a while. I-I forgot to do something. Can i borrow your car? Literally for half an hour."

Park looked at him a bit confused, his long lashes blinking slightly, but he held out his hand to him, handing him the keys of his car. Jeongguk grabbed them quickly and ran out of the office with his heart pounding, without even bothering to ask his friend to cover him up from Lisa.

***

Taehyung narrowed his dark eyes slightly, then brushed red strands that disobeyed his eyes with his forearm. He held the tattoo gun against the client's stretched skin and let the needle press another batch of red ink filling the first rose petal he'd finished tattooing a moment ago.

Suddenly, through the sound of the humming tattoo tool, a rather loud sound of knocking was heard. Before he could raise his head well, the door to his room swung open and the blond tattoo artist appeared on the threshold. Yoongi grinned at him, folding his lips into an apologetic smile.

"Sorry to disturb you, but V has an important phone call," he explained.

Taehyung's heart sped up involuntarily, remembering what had happened the last time he had received an unexpected call to the tattoo studio. When he was told that Jaesung had an accident, he couldn't breathe. Now, too, he felt his insides rising to his throat. He wet his lips quickly and turned off the tattoo gun.

"Excuse me. I'll be right back," he said quickly, rising from his seat.

He took the mask off his face and threw it into the trash, then did the same with the latex gloves, and almost ran towards his friend.

"Yoongs, what's going on? Is it something with Jae?" he asked with obvious nervousness.

"No. It's me," a familiar voice said.

Taehyung immediately looked in the direction from which this beautiful color reached him, and an involuntary smile crept on his lips as he saw the young CEO. Jeongguk must have gotten out of the office as he was wearing a perfectly fitted suit as always. His suit jacket was open to reveal a white shirt and a thin black tie pinned with a gold clip.

"Something happened?" Tae asked uncertainly.

"No. Actually not," the boy replied. "Can we go out for a while? For a cigarette or something?" The brunet asked, stealthily glancing at Yoongi, who again sat on the reception desk and started clicking something on the computer.

"Yoongi, I..." Tae began, but before he could finish, Min stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Sure, go. The client will wait," he replied.

Taehyung nodded and headed for the door that led to the narrow corridor through which you could exit the tattoo parlor. He held the door open and let Jeongguk lead the way. He felt the packet of cigarettes with his hand and gripped one of them between his slender fingers, then slipped his hand into his pocket to find the lighter. He was about to pull it out when suddenly Jeon stopped in front of him, so violently that the tattoo artist almost ran into him.

Kim looked up in surprise and met the young CEO's burning gaze. The boy's breathing was quick and chaotic. He parted his lips lightly, wanting to ask if he was okay, fearing that Jeongguk might have one of his attacks, but before he could say anything, the brunet pushed him hard against the wall and pressed his lips against his. Taehyung almost instinctively wrapped his hands around his neck and pulled him tighter, deepening the kiss. Their tongues swirled around each other, hungry for their taste and closeness, as if they hadn't kissed for ages, even though they'd seen each other hours earlier.

It was only when the oxygen-depleted lungs began to rebel that Jeongguk moved away from him slightly. He rested his forehead on the tattoo artist's forehead and let their hot breaths mingle.

"Gguk, What's going on?" the tattoo artist asked finally. "It's not that I don't like it but..." he added quickly, smiling a little.

"It's more than desire," the brunet said, looking him straight in the eyes. "I just thought you should know. That thing between us, it is not only desire. Not for me."

***

Ayashee:

Hands up, who wants a friend like Park? 😅

Oh, he will be so surprised when he finally finds out who is Jeongguk's mysterious girlfriend.

And probably his dream of a threesome will not come true 🤭

How do you think he will react when he finds out?

xoxo