Jeongguk looked around, carefully scanning the shelf in front of him for the distinctive packaging. When he finally spotted them on one of the shelves, he quickly approached and held out his hand. Grasping two packages of cereal in his fingers, he smiled victoriously, then threw them into the cart. He laughed gently under his breath, seeing that the cart was already packed almost to the brim.

When he left the office, he decided that on the way to Tae's apartment he would stop by one of the supermarkets to buy some food. He had been living with Kim for a week and had no intention of constantly eating out the content of his fridge. Additionally, Taehyung was supposed to drive Jae to his mother today, so he decided to cook him some delicious dinner so that they could spend a nice evening together. He had bought all the essentials and one of the best wines he could find, but of course he wouldn't have been able to get out of here if he hadn't bought a supply of banana milk for Jae or his favorite cereal he'd spent the last twenty minutes searching for.

It was amazing how much he had learned about them this week. Looking around at the shelves, he knew exactly what Jae would like to eat for breakfast or what to buy to make Taehyung smile like a little boy. He knew what to prepare for supper, so that the tattoo artist would purr with pleasure, and what wine to buy so that he would not wince at his tart taste.

When he lived with Lisa, their refrigerator was almost empty all the time. The girl wasn't cooking, and he eventually stopped, either because he had to eat by himself almost everything he did, or it ended up in the trash as a result. In the end, he limited himself to buying only water and diet yogurt, which the girl ate for breakfast.

Now, as he strolled down the shopping aisles, he was throwing everything he wanted into the basket, not caring about the fact that it did not fit into the eating habits Lisa praised.

When he finally decided that he must have bought everything he needed, he headed for the section of the store where there were lotions and oils. He thought that since he and Tae are having a night off tonight, he might do something romantic for him. He'd bought scented candles before, and now he wanted some massage oil. He scanned the shelves in search of the desired product. He was about to reach out for the avocado oil when he saw something else out of the corner of his eye. On one of the shelves to his left there were various intimate gels. He looked around instinctively, but when he saw that he was alone in this section, he cautiously approached the display of products.

He had never used similar products when he was with Lisa, so now he looked curiously over the colorful bottles and packages. He moistened his lips and looked around again to make sure he was still alone. He didn't know why he felt embarrassed about it. Sex was a  normal thing, and heterosexual couples also used this type of product. The fact that a man buys an intimate gel does not mean that he is doing it to have sex with another man. Even so, he felt embarrassed, although looking at the labels, he also realized that he was feeling strangely excited.

Thanks to Tae, he began to learn his own body and his needs and preferences. He had never done anything as bold and crazy in his life as what he had done the day before when he left the office, went to the tattoo parlor and made love to him. And he knew it wasn't just any sex. It was he who straddled him, it was he who moved his hips sensually, deciding how quickly and how deeply the tattoo artist's cock would slide into him. It was he who ordered him to tie his hands, thus revealing one of his desires.

He never would have imagined that he would like something like this, but as the tattoo artist tied his ties around his hands, he felt as excited as never before. Even now, at the mere mention, he felt his breathing accelerate unnaturally, and instinctively he raised his hand to the tie that bound his neck and ran his fingertips over its texture. Who would have thought that something he hated so much could be used to turn him on so much.

He cleared his throat and quickly removed his hand from the black cloth. Just the thought made him feel a growing excitement, and this was definitely not the time or the place to remember their erotic games. He held out his hand for one of the bottles containing the bright green gel and began to read the label with interest.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," a voice said suddenly next to him.

Jeon was so engrossed in studying the label of the gel that he almost jumped at the sudden voice. He hadn't heard that anyone was close. But he pulled away gently, letting the stranger reach from the shelf what he had most likely come here for. As the man stretched out his hand, his eyes moved almost automatically to it. The stranger grabbed two packs of condoms and dropped them into the basket.

"Jeongguk?" He asked suddenly, as if surprised by his view.

Hearing his name, Jeon looked up quickly and met the gaze of warm, smiling eyes. As soon as he was sure it was really him, his lips curved into a beautiful smile and cute dimples showed on his cheeks.

"Oh, h-hey Namjoon," Jeon greeted.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here. I live nearby, and I'm having a date soon, so..." He held up one of the packs of condoms in his fingers, then laughed softly. "But I see you have plans for the weekend too, huh?" He added after a moment, wiggling his eyebrows and pointing his chin at the young CEO's hand.

Jeongguk looked at his hand and saw that he was still holding the green erotic gel packet in it. Embarrassed, he lowered his hand to hide the wrapping, even though the tattoo artist must have had a good look at what he was clutching in his hand. He looked back at Namjoon and smiled embarrassed.

"Tae's mom is taking Jae for the weekend," he confessed.

"Oh, that's probably the reason why Tae was in such a great mood at work today," he replied, snorting at the mention of his friend who was singing under his breath all the time. "That's good. You will be able to spend some time together."

"Yes. I'm new to this and don't really know how it works. Thought I'd make some romantic dinner for him."

"He'll like it for sure. Whatever you do... It really works. I've known Tae for over three years, and I've never seen him so happy," he admitted. "Oh, okay. I have to go, I just dropped by to take this..." He broke off, then smiled knowingly. He nodded to Jeongguk and turned on his heel. "You should take this gel, I heard it's very tasty," he said without turning to face him and started walking.

Jeongguk huffed under his breath and looked at his hand, the fingers still clenching the little tube. He stared at the colored label for a moment, then dropped the box into the basket and headed for the cash register. He paid for the purchases and carried them to his car, parked a short distance from the exit of the supermarket. He tossed the groceries into the trunk and jumped into the driver's seat. He turned on the music and started the engine. As he drove to Tae's apartment, he hummed the lyrics, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel, tapping out a familiar rhythm.

After a dozen or so minutes, he parked in front of Tae's block. He got out of the car and took out the groceries. As a result of his shopping frenzy, he had three huge bags filled with a variety of products. He took them in his arms and walked towards the block. He climbed the stairs, then pressed his elbow on the doorknob, almost praying the door wouldn't be locked. He wasn't sure if Taehyung was still at home, or if he had already gone to drive Jae to his mom. But when the door opened, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, God. It's good that you are still here, I bought a million things!" He said, entering the apartment with three large bags in his arms.

Without waiting, he quickly entered the kitchen. When he saw Taehyung standing at the table, he leaned gently towards him and stole a quick kiss from his lips.

"Jesus, did you buy the whole store?" The tattoo artist asked, taking one of the bags from him.

"I figured if you're taking Jae to your mom for the weekend, and we're staying alone, I'll make a romantic dinner for you," he explained, setting the other two bags on the table-top and immediately starting to take out the groceries and put them in the refrigerator. "I bought two bottles of wine for us, and I'll cook you something delicious. We'll relax, and then... I have a massage oil for you... And..." The boy paused, then started searching for something very intensely in one of the bags.

Taehyung looked up and studied him intensely for a moment. After a while, however, he drew his perfect eyebrows together and took a few steps towards him, reducing the distance between them.

"Gguk," he called.

Jeongguk, however, was still looking for a small bottle. When he found it, he took it out of the bag and, with a huge smile on his face, showed it to the tattoo artist.

"And I bought this for us," he said with a strange twinkle in his eye. The tattoo artist looked at his hand to see what it was. But when he read the inscription on the label, he looked Jeon in the eye again. His pupils widened in shock, and his lips parted slightly reflexively. "If you're good, who knows, maybe I'll let you use that on me, and I'll let you do what you love so much." He bit his lower lip as he spoke and looked at him with a sexy, mysterious look.

"G-Gguk!" The tattoo artist exclaimed and laughed a little nervously, then grabbed the intimate gel that the young CEO was holding in his hand and quickly took it away from him, hiding it in his pants pocket. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and laughed nervously again, before sinking a hand into his fiery red hair and combing it back.

"I'm saying that you'll get that sexy ass for dessert tonight," he replied, drawing seductively syllables as he pulled the tattoo artist toward him, tugging on his black T-shirt and pinning his lips, kissing him hard.

The tattoo artist moved away from him and licked his lips, then laughed nervously again.

"Gguk ..." he began, but before he could add anything else, a rather loud grunt could be heard behind Jeongguk's back.

Surprised, Jeon quickly turned his head in the direction from which the strange sound came, and for a moment he had the impression that the ground would split under his feet. He glanced quickly in the direction of the tattoo artist and found his dark eyes looking at him with a pleading look.

"Please tell me I didn't say it out loud..." he groaned.

Taehyung bit his lower lip, trying not to smile, then shook his head.

"Jesus... Can I get out of here and die of shame outside the door?" He asked, closing his eyes for a few seconds as if squeezing his eyes shut could make time magically go backwards. After a moment he opened them again and exhaled loudly, then slowly turned back again.

"Honestly, I did not expect to hear such details from my son's sex life, but you certainly know how to make a good entrance," the woman joked, seeing his embarrassment, then reached out her hand to him and smiled heartily. "You must be Jeongguk. I'm Jiyoo, Tae's mom."

"Jesus, I'm so sorry, madam. I'm so ashamed. I didn't mean that Taehyung would be doing to me... He doesn't do such things... He's not suitable for this at all, and he doesn't like it... I mean..." he said quickly, feeling that his pulse accelerates from nervousness and embarrassment. "Not that he's bad at it... He's great. Oh Jesus, he's brilliant at this. He is great at everything he does. You raised him very well. Tae is a great man and sex is wonderful too. He really knows what he's doing and... Actually, what do I know. We don't sleep together. I do not know anything. Jesus... I-I'd better shut up... I'm sorry. When I get nervous I start talking nonsense..." he added quickly, bowing to apologize to Tae's mother for what he was saying a moment ago. "Maybe I better go?" He asked hesitantly, clearly nervous. "I'm so sorry... I usually make a good impression on mothers... I don't know... Jesus. I'd better shut up..."

"Gguk," Tae said fondly, then laughed and reached out to stroke his cheek.

The young CEO clearly relaxed at his touch, even though he was still visibly upset and embarrassed by what had just happened. Taehyung grabbed his hand, laced their fingers together and stood right next to him.

"Don't apologize, Jeongguk. It's okay," Jiyoo said to him and laughed out loud. Jeongguk noticed right away that the woman had exactly the same smile as Tae, and seeing it, he somehow relaxed.

"I'm really sorry," he said quickly and began to bow again, but the woman stopped him.

"Jeongguk, you really don't have to apologize to me. I'm glad to finally meet you. Taehyung is so happy because of you. I don't have much time today because I want to get home before Jae wants to go to sleep, but you should come over to dinner with Tae sometime," she suggested. "I'll go to Jae and see if he's packed yet," she said, squeezing his arm gently and walking toward the boy's room.

As Jiyoo was out of sight, Jeongguk hid his face in his hands and a groan of disbelief and embarrassment escaped his lips. Before he could raise his head, he felt the tattoo artist's hand on his back, and after a while his warm, delicate lips brushed his exposed neck.

"Jesus, your mom hates me," he groaned miserably.

"Gguk, don't be silly. She loves you," saying that, he extended his hand again and stroked the brunet's cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to tell you she was here. She was nearby, and she figured she would pick up Jae, so I wouldn't have to drive him."

"If I had known she was here, I wouldn't have burst in here waving the intimate gel and saying that you could eat my ass... Jesus..." He hid his face in his hands as he spoke.

"Hmmm passion fruit. How exotic," the tattoo artist suddenly muttered, lowering his voice to a sexy, deep whisper. "I hope I can still lick it off of you when we're alone," that said, he wrapped his arms around the CEO's hips and forced him to look at him. "I want to make love to you, Mr. Jeon," he confessed, looking him straight in the eye.

"Don't make fun of me. How am I supposed to face her now? Jesus, did I really say you were great in bed?"

Taehyung nodded, then laughed and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss.

"I adore you," he whispered, stepping back enough to speak the words.

"You deserve someone better," the brunet replied quickly, clearly worried. "Someone who won't do such things..."

"Gguk," the tattoo artist interrupted. "I adore you," he repeated. "And I'm going to eat that sexy ass of yours tonight," he added, and the brunet laughed involuntarily.

The tattoo artist pressed his lips against his, sipping the taste of his melodious laugh from his lips while clutching the man's narrow hips and pressing his body against his. He moved his tongue encouragingly on the brunet's bottom lip, and when the boy parted his lips more, he slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss.

They kissed for a long moment, holding each other in their arms. Their bodies clung tightly to each other and their tongues danced erotic together. Suddenly, however, the sound of the grunting again crept into their ears, and they immediately moved away from each other. Taehyung looked back and saw his mother again, this time holding a small bag of Jae's belongings.

"You have everything?" He asked.

"Yes. Jae is still looking for his stuffed animal," saying so, the woman smiled warmly.

"Googie!" Jae squealed suddenly, and after a while he ran into the kitchen, stretching his hands towards Jeongguk.

The young CEO crouched down instinctively, grabbing the boy in his arms, then kissed his ruddy cheek and pushed the long fringe away from his dark, doe eyes.

"How was is at the kindergarten today?" He asked.

"Good. I was playing with my friend, and then Sunmi read us a fairy tale," he boasted. "And now Grandma takes me to her house, and she has a cake for me!" He added with clear excitement in his voice.

"Oh, for sure it will be delicious," Jeon said.

"Have you got everything, Tiger?" Tae asked, then approached his son and leaned towards him. "Give daddy a kiss," he instructed, and the toddler kissed his cheek. "Be good at grandma's, okay" saying that, he ruffled his son's hair with his hand.

"Jae is always good!" The boy replied, and everyone laughed aloud at his words. Jeongguk put the boy on the ground and took his hand.

"Okay, we'll go now because it's getting late," Jiyoo finally said, then approached Jeongguk and smiled gently. "It was nice to finally meet you, Gguk."

"Me too, and I'm sorry again. I'll do much better next time," he replied quickly, bowing.

"It's enough for me to see how Jae loves you and how my son is looking at you. Don't let them down, Jeongguk." As she spoke, she squeezed his arm gently, then hugged him. She moved closer to Tae and stroked his cheek with her hand. "Take care of him, darling."

"I'm trying," the tattooist replied.

His hand almost involuntarily searched for that of Jeongguk to bind their fingers together. Jiyoo took Jae's hand and walked towards the door, then closing it behind her. As a soft clatter reached their ears, Taehyung turned to Jeongguk and wrapped his arms around his hips again.

"So what, you were saying something about the romantic dinner?" He asked, biting his lower lip, and the brunet snorted gently, then placed a tender kiss on his lips.

***

Jeongguk closed his eyes and tilted his head back, resting it on the shoulder of the man sitting behind him. The delicate scent of candles he had placed around the bathtub and the oils Taehyung had poured into the water as he prepared a bath for them crept into his nostrils. Once again, they sat together in a bathtub filled with warm water. The tattoo artist was leaning his back against the acrylic surface, holding him in his arms, and Jeon was leaning against his strong chest. The tattoo artist's tanned, slim thighs wrapped around his naked body. Jeongguk's hair was all wet, gently curled with moisture, pushed back to reveal his handsome face. His eyes closed to enjoy this wonderful moment better.

It was wonderful. They spent another perfect evening together. After Taehyung's mom went with Jae, Jeongguk started cooking. He prepared a delicious beef tenderloin for them, which the tattoo artist ate with relish. In addition, he served them semi-dry red wine from one of the best Italian vineyards, to then drink its taste from those lovely, soft lips.

Even after a long time, they continued to kiss and hug, exploring each other's bodies slowly, as if time had stood still for them. They finally made love. Long. Slowly. With passion. The tattoo artist touched him adoringly, kissing every inch of his body, which literally trembled with excitement, falling apart in his tattooed hands.

When it was over, he was still clinging tightly to his naked body, warmed by his love, calmed down by his touch, intoxicated with kisses. Only after a long time did they decide to take a hot bath. Taehyung prepared water and oils, and Jeongguk placed candles and poured them wine into their glasses.

Now the tattoo artist held his naked, wet body in his arms, kissing the rounded shoulders and strong arms, while Jeon ran his fingertips over his bare thigh, drawing intricate patterns on the caramel skin.

"It's perfect," he whispered, still not opening his eyes. "It's fucking perfect."

"Mmmhu. Truth. I could spend any evening like this," Tae nodded, then kissed his shoulder again. "Just you and me..."

His lips slowly began to slide up the line of the CEO's arm, heading towards a slender neck. He placed on its delicate skin wet kisses, occasionally gently biting it with his teeth.

"I'm taking you on a date tomorrow," he whispered.

Jeongguk opened his eyes and rose gently, so he could see the tattoo artist's face. An involuntary smile crept across his lips.

"On a date?" He asked. "Where?"

"It will be a surprise. You will find out tomorrow."

"Come on," Jeon groaned.

"You'll see," he repeated, then placed a kiss on his shoulder again.

"Oh, now I can't wait," he said and leaned back against his chest.

Taehyung laughed out loud, then gently bit his milky skin with his teeth, tearing a melodious laugh out of his lips. Jeon took his face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss.

***

"Can you tell me where we're going?" Jeon asked, even though he knew he wouldn't get any answer anyway.

He had asked this question several times today, but the tattoo artist merely smiled at him or dismissed him, pretending not to hear his question.

"No," he replied unmoved, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Jeon turned to face him and looked him straight in the eye.

"Then how do I know what I wear will be appropriate?" He pursed his lips as he said so, pretending to be sad.

"Whatever you wear will be appropriate," he replied. "You look damn sexy in everything you wear."

"Okay. Then I'll wear this. What do you think?" So saying, he put on one of his T-shirts and turned to the tattoo artist.

Taehyung regarded him carefully with his eyes as he glided across his body from head to toe. There was something strange about his gaze, and yet so bloody intense, as if he were disposing of his clothes in his thoughts. Jeongguk loved it when the tattoo artist looked at him like that. He felt wanted, appreciated. Kim caressed him with his dark eyes, absorbing the sight of him as if he hadn't seen anything more beautiful in his life.

"Oh, shit. I don't know how you do it, that even in jeans and a regular T-shirt you look so hot," he concluded, curving his lips in a sexy smile.

"If you'd prefer me to dress in something more elegant..."

"No!" The tattooist protested and rose quickly from the bed.

In a few agile steps he covered the distance that had separated him from Gguk so far and put his hands around his waist, pulling the businessman's body against him. He bent his head slightly and hid it in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of his perfume and body. Jeongguk smelled perfect.

"You look beautiful," he muttered directly into his ear, then brushed his lips against his earlobe. "Grab a jacket and let's go." That said, he grabbed his own leather jacket and slung it over his strong shoulders, letting the black leather fabric conform to his slender body.

Jeongguk reached up with his own jacket and threw it over his shoulders. As a result, he was wearing tight black jeans that hugged his long, athletic legs and a loose black T-shirt with a deep neckline that exposed his milky skin almost to the sternum.

His dark hair was still slightly damp from the shower he'd just taken. They fell in soft cascades around his handsome face, falling gently over his large, dark eyes.

Taehyung, almost involuntarily, slid his hand into the dark curls, ruffling them gently. This was what he liked best. Naturally beautiful.

"Which car are we taking?" Jeon asked, moving towards the exit from the bedroom.

"A taxi," the tattoo artist replied, and in response the brunet just looked at him in surprise.

However, he did not question his choice. He trusted him and knew there was certainly an explanation as to why Taehyung did not want either of them to drive. They put on their shoes and after a while they ran down the stairs.

As Jeon slid behind the driver's seat and Taehyung took a seat next to him, he surreptitiously looked at him and smiled gently. The tattoo artist's thigh pressed hard against his, and he looked at it almost involuntarily. Through a tear on his knee, he could see his smooth caramel skin and a piece of tattoo that adorned his thigh. For a moment he wanted to put a hand on his thigh, but he held back, clasping his hands together. He turned his face to the window and followed closely the streets they passed, as if he wanted to see where they were going, but he didn't know the surroundings.

When the taxi finally stopped, Jeongguk got out of the car and looked around but didn't know where they were. After a short while, Taehyung approached him and took his hand, leading him gently down a small alley. However, they did not walk long, they only walked a few meters, when the tattoo artist stopped in front of one of the premises and opened the door for him.

"It's probably not what you're used to, but I figured you'd like it. Besides, we certainly won't meet your friends here," he explained, gesturing for the brunet to come in first.

Jeongguk nodded and stepped inside. From the very threshold his senses attacked the heavenly smells of the food served. He looked around. It only took a few seconds, and his lips parted gently in silent delight. It was definitely not what he was used to.

Lisa kept dragging him through the fancy, pumped-up restaurants that he hated. He did not like their exaggerated ornaments, which only emphasized how much money someone had put into the interior design and screamed at a high bill after eating a dish that was barely visible on the porcelain plate. He hated the fact that he felt like an intruder, as if he didn't belong to this environment. He was never sure if he was using a good fork, putting too much meat at once in his mouth, or talking too loudly.

Taehyung exchanged a few words with the waitress, and after a while they were led to one of the tables at the back of the room. Jeongguk immediately guessed why this table was chosen by the tattoo artist. It was hidden a bit more, which created a more intimate atmosphere.

It was one of those types of restaurants where each table had a special grill where everyone could prepare their own dish. Most of the tables were occupied, but no one even noticed them. Everyone was engrossed in talking and preparing the dishes.

Jeongguk was fascinated. He had never been to this type of place before. Lisa would not allow herself to be taken to a place where she would be forced to prepare her own meal. It would be unthinkable for her. It is not for this that she pays enough money to serve herself. She found herself at the premises where the waiters jumped around them, because they knew from the very doorstep who they were dealing with, and she was eager to use it. Jeongguk, although he had been witnessing this behavior at the name Jeon since childhood, still felt uncomfortable.

He breathed a sigh of relief that no one was paying attention to him and followed Tae towards their table. The tattoo artist pushed the chair back for him, and he smiled gently. He took off the leather jacket that had previously covered his broad shoulders and draped it over the armrest, then sat down and looked around again.

The place wasn't big, but he really liked it even more. It was decorated in quite dark colors. All furnishings were dark brown, the light dimmed enough to create a cozy, romantic atmosphere. Here and there ornaments in the color of juicy red appeared, which made the interior seem even more romantic. Each table was equipped with a special grill, and above them there were extractors that absorbed the unwanted fumes.

"Will you let me order for you?" The tattoo artist asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Sure," he nodded quickly, then continued to look around the room.

The air smelled of freshly grilled meat and barbecue sauce, and grilled vegetables. The smells made his stomach growling. They spent the entire morning and afternoon in Tae's studio, drawing together once again. Jeongguk loved it. Drawing with Tae, he regained faith in his abilities, and what he felt when looking at the finished drawing could not be described with words. He felt as if he was slowly regaining some part of himself from before this tragic accident. Some part he thought he had lost forever.

Taehyung was right in saying that his fingers remember how to draw even though he hasn't done it in so many years. He felt really happy when he held the charcoal in his hands. And although in his opinion his works were not yet good enough, with each subsequent drawing he became more and more confident in his abilities.

Today he was so absorbed in drawing that he did not even know when all the time they spent together in the studio had passed. However, when he wanted to make them something good for dinner, Taehyung forbade him from entering the kitchen and told him to take a shower and put on something comfortable, announcing that he was taking him on a date.

He guessed it might be some kind of restaurant, but he hadn't expected the tattoo artist to try so hard. Surely he must have planned it in advance. They didn't wait long to be served. A few minutes later they brought them wine, and after a while, the table was filled with delicious products that even begged to be grilled and nibbled.

"I've never been anywhere like this," Jeon confessed as he watched the tattoo artist arrange pieces of beef on the grill.

"You must be used to more lavish places... But I figured you'd like it here, too," explained Kim. "Besides, the food is delicious. You will see."

"Tae, it's perfect in here," he protested quickly, then almost involuntarily grabbed his hand and clasped their hands together.

"Wait while you try the food!"

"How do you know this place?"

"Yoongi and I came here by accident, and we liked it so much that we came back many times after that. I always thought it was a good date place but never had an occasion to invite someone here."

"After splitting up with Jiwon, you didn't date much?"

"It's hard to call it dating. After I broke up with her, I didn't want to get involved with anyone," he admitted truthfully. "Besides, being a single father is not the best lure for handsome strangers," he added, snorting under his breath.

"So... why me?" He asked suddenly.

"What a question is that? The red thread. I had no choice," he replied, looking him straight in the eye and smiled softly. "I know that our situation is not the easiest one, but I also know that it is worth it. You make me really happy. I haven't felt like this for a long time. Perhaps I never even felt like this," saying that, he almost unknowingly began to play with the brunet's fingers.

"I feel happy too," Jeon said. "I'm just afraid that things will get very complicated soon... My father will be furious."

"What was your relationship like before this accident?"

"Good. We've never really been very close. He and my brother were close, me and him usually had nothing to talk about, but it was fine. We were a loving family. He... He just didn't understand my fascination with art. He wanted me to have a good life. Easier than the one he struggled with. After the accident..." He paused for a moment, as if trying to put it into words. "Since then, he has gotten cold, severe. I don't remember him hugging me or even praising me... He doesn't even look at me..."

"I'm sorry your relation with your father looks like this. I'd like to make it change, but your father will probably get mad when he finds out about me," the tattoo artist said, and Jeon snorted at the mere thought.

"No kidding. You would be his dream son-in-law," he joked. "You know what's the worst thing of all this? The fact that every time I see him I feel like a scolded little boy. When I walk into his office, my stomach twists and my hands are sweating. I'm twenty-four years old, and in a front of him I feel like I'm four."

"You are a smart man. Just because you have a different opinion from your father does not mean that it is wrong. You cannot live your whole life under his dictation."

"I know. I just don't know how to do it yet."

"You'll learn everything. Every day you get stronger." That said, Taehyung squeezed his hand, then grabbed a piece of beef he had prepared and pulled it towards Jeongguk, and the brunet grabbed it with his teeth.

"Oh, that's delicious!" He groaned, then grabbed the chopsticks in his hand and took a piece of red pepper from the grill, then slipped it into his mouth. "Jesus..."

"I'm glad it tastes good. At least I don't serve you gum beef here," he joked.

"That date was wonderful," so saying, this time he grabbed a piece of beef and handed it to the tattoo artist, feeding him. "Especially its ending..."

"Oh, did you like it?" The tattooist asked, looking him straight in the eye. As he spoke these words, his voice became much lower, deep as the ocean and as soothing as the sound of the waves.

"We should do it again sometime," he admitted, feeling his pulse speed up involuntarily.

It was enough for him to mention that, to see their naked bodies rubbing against each other on the couch in the living room. He never thought being so close could be so exciting. It was more than sex. It wasn't about penetration at all, the mere proximity of their bodies was downright intoxicating. He loved the warmth emanating from his body, the scent of his skin against his, the feeling of his long, slender fingers clamping on his hips and his mouth sucking on his lips. It was more than the usual physical body connection. They both knew it.

Each sexual encounter was like a meeting of two strong currents that fight each other, only to merge into one, twice as strong. Their bodies fit to each other perfectly, as if someone had made one with the other in mind. They were like Yin and Yang, like day and night, like fire and water. They were so different, each from a different world, and yet they complemented each other perfectly. They were like two puzzles of the same puzzle, which only together could create a beautiful and unique whole.

Taehyung smiled sexily at his words, then handed him another piece of grilled beef. Jeongguk grabbed it between his teeth, looking him straight in the eye. He didn't know why, but even how the tattoo artist fed him was fucking hot. After a moment, Kim reached out and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, collecting the rest of the barbecue sauce from it, and slipped it into his mouth, letting the young CEO watch with fascination as his finger disappeared between his sinful lips.

"You're obscenely sexy," he said, lowering his voice.

"I'm trying," the tattooist replied, then laughed out loud.

"I feel like it's going to be a long evening, huh?" He asked, licking his lips.

"It will be an unforgettable evening," Kim corrected him and smiled mysteriously.

***

Taehyung opened the restaurant door and held it so that Gguk could go out first. When the dark-haired man passed him, his eyes almost automatically slid a little lower, hanging on his round, athletic buttocks, hidden under a black fabric. Jeongguk, as if feeling his gaze, swayed his hips seductively.

The tattoo artist quickly caught up with him and leaned gently toward him to whisper in his ear.

"I love the way you move," he muttered.

"Oh, really? Then I guess you will be able to watch, because I don't want to go home yet," Jeon replied, drawing his words a bit.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" The tattooist asked, and the young businessman nodded.

They had so much fun in the restaurant that they didn't even realize how much time had actually passed. It was already quite late. It was getting dark outside, but that didn't matter in the slightest. Red wine circulated pleasantly in their veins, and the warm breeze lightly blew their hair. Taehyung held out his hand towards Jeongguk, letting him decide if he was ready to take it, but to his satisfaction, the brunet clasped their hands together without hesitating a moment.

They walked for a long time in complete silence, only holding hands, but the silence between them was strangely soothing, pleasant. Gguk squeezed his hand tighter and shifted his gaze to him, then stopped and turned to face him.

"I don't want this evening to end," he confessed, looking him straight in the eye.

"Gguk..." Tae whispered, stretching out his hand to trace the lines of his jaw with his fingertips. "I had a lot of fun too, and I also don't want this evening to end."

The brunet was silent for a moment, as if he was fighting some hard battle inside, then he moistened his lips, running his tongue over them, and looked at him again.

"Do you sometimes think that we live in stolen time?" He asked. "That it's so good that it can't last too long?"

Taehyung drew his perfect eyebrows together at his words. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it sometimes. He was afraid that their happiness would be put to the test, but he didn't want to put pressure on him or worry him too much. He knew Jeongguk was going through a difficult period right now.

"Sometimes... Sometimes when I fall asleep in your arms... I'm afraid that when I wake up in the morning it will turn out that it was only a wonderful dream, that it never really happened, that in fact I'm still lying alone in this damn expensive apartment and I hate my life."

"I'm here," the tattoo artist said, approaching him. He stopped so close their bodies were almost touching. "I am here, and I will be here as long as you want it" he said, gently lifting the brunet's chin so that the boy looked him straight in the eyes. Looking at his beautiful, dark irises the color of hot chocolate, he wanted to say something else, but he knew it was not yet time for such words. "I really care about you," he confessed instead, then pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss, sipping the taste of red wine from his quivering lips.

Jeongguk's hands tightened on the tattoo artist's leather jacket and pulled him closer to him. Once again, it seemed to him that time had slowed down, as if it wanted to give them time to lose themselves in it. And they both took advantage of it. They stood in the middle of a narrow Seoul alley plunged in the twilight of the evening, kissing slowly and passionately.

They didn't know if it had been minutes or hours when they were finally able to pull away from each other. The tattoo artist rested his forehead on Jeongguk's and only breathed the air he exhaled for a moment. It took a moment for him to pull away enough to be able to look at his face again.

"Come on, this night is not over yet," he said finally, then took his hand in his and began to lead him down the narrow road.

"Where are we going?" the brunet asked, surprised by the determination of the tattoo artist.

"Once, when Yoongi and I were returning from this restaurant, we found some place by accident..." he began to explain. "Man, it was here somewhere..."

The tattoo artist released his hand and for a moment walked from the fence to the fence, on his tiptoes to peer through the bushes into the gardens, while Jeongguk stood confused in the center of the sidewalk.

"Tae, what are you doing?" He asked.

Kim, however, ignored him as he continued his search. He felt determined to find this memorable place and take Jeongguk there. He was convinced that the brunet would be delighted, and he was going to make the boy forget about the limits and conventions that limited him once again.

"Oh! Yes! It's here!" He shouted suddenly, excitedly and without hesitating, he started climbing the fence.

Seeing this, Jeongguk ran to him, quickly closing the distance between them, and grabbed his leather jacket, trying to stop him.

"Tae, what are you doing?!" He asked quickly, panicked.

Taehyung had almost climbed to the top and was ready to jump down, but he looked at him. His perfect lips curved into a sexy, mischievous smile.

"What am I doing? I'm crossing the fence," he replied amused, shrugging his shoulders.

Jeongguk looked around in panic, then wet his lips quickly and moved closer to Kim, who was still hanging on the fence.

"Tae, it's somebody's mansion," he whispered. "You can't go in there."

The tattoo artist laughed softly at his words, then removed his hand from his jacket and climbed all the way to the fence, then jumped to the ground on the other side and looked at him through the bars.

"Come on," he commanded.

"What if someone catches us?" He asked, lowering his voice so as not to make too much noise.

"Then you wave them your black card, and maybe they let us go" he joked.

"You know it doesn't work that way. They arrest us..."

"Relax, nobody comes here. I've never seen anyone around at this time. Nobody will see us. Come on." As he spoke, he stretched his arms out toward him, showing that he was ready to catch him when he jumped off the other side of the wall.

Jeongguk shifted from foot to foot, feeling a growing nervousness, then looked around again. It was late, and they were in some low-traffic part of Seoul. There was no living spirit on the road, the narrow alley was only slightly illuminated by a few streetlamps. The brunet ran his hand through his dark hair and looked at Taehyung again.

His face was hidden in the twilight, he could not see it in all its glory, but he did not miss the playful smile that curved the man's lips. Before he could once again protest or make some rational excuse to justify his hesitation, the tattoo artist's lips began to move, sensually pronouncing words that sent shivers down his body:

"Do something crazy, Jeon. Let yourself feel that you are still alive."

"Fuck," he swore softly, then clasped his hands on the metal fence and pulled his body up.

Even though he had never done anything like it before, he climbed the top with ease. He swung his legs over the fence and began to slide down the other side of it. As he descended, he felt the tattoo artist's strong hands grasp his waist, safeguarding his fall.

His heart was pounding in his chest like crazy, almost as if he was about to get one of his attacks soon, but he knew that wasn't why. He felt his excitement rising, adrenaline mixed with the alcohol he consumed and fueled his body to work.

"What is this place? Where are we going?" He asked, still whispering so that no one would hear them by accident.

"You'll see in a moment," Taehyung smiled at him as he said it and took his hand, leading him deeper into the garden.

The garden was beautiful, very well-kept. It certainly belonged to some wealthy family. The tattoo artist moved agile, as if he knew exactly where to go. After a while they came to a small building. Taehyung approached the door and pressed the doorknob, hoping the door was not locked. When they gave way easily, he turned his face to Jeongguk and smiled victoriously.

"Yeah," he said happily, then pushed the door open just enough for them to slide in.

"Are you sure there is no alarm here or..."

"Take it easy. Trust me," the redhead said and pulled him inside behind him.

Jeongguk held his breath and looked around. He saw a beautiful, well-kept small swimming pool. It was still part of the garden, but this part was more roofed, separated from the rest by something like a wooden house, a gazebo. Decorated in a slightly Japanese style. The pool was surrounded by a bamboo deck, and there were comfortable loungers covered with white leather. In the corners, lanterns in oriental style were placed, which gently illuminated the entire room. Jeongguk was amazed at how beautiful it is here. He looked around with his mouth slightly open and his pupils dilated with delight.

It was only when the sound of splashing water crept into his ears that he woke up from that trance and looked at the tattoo artist. Taehyung was bending over the pool, his right hand ruffling the surface of the water that had been smooth until then. After a moment, as if feeling his eyes on him, he looked at him and smiled broadly, then straightened up and began to take off his shoes and socks. At first, Jeongguk thought the tattoo artist was trying to get his feet in the water, but he didn't stop there. The redhead quickly took off his leather jacket and black T-shirt, displaying his beautiful tattoos adorning his strong arms and back, and began to unbutton his pants.

"Tae... W-what are you doing?" Jeon asked quickly as the tattoo artist unceremoniously slipped off his pants and boxer shorts to stand completely naked in front of him.

"Don't ask, just come with me," he said to him, then jumped into the water, disappearing for a moment under its surface.

When he emerged from it, he looked like a young god. His red hair was combed back, his features a little more sharpened in the dim light, the caramel skin glistened with the water. Jeongguk watched with fascination as the man approached him, to finally emerge from the water completely without the slightest embarrassment and walk towards him completely naked.

"Come on," he commanded, pronouncing the words as if to seduce him.

"I don't have swimming trunks... Besides... It's somebody's garden... We shouldn't..." he began to talk chaotically, simultaneously taking a step backwards.

It's not quite like he didn't want it. He wanted to lose himself in this as much as he wanted to lose himself by kissing Taehyung, but he was afraid at the same time.

"Gguk, don't be afraid. You don't have to analyze everything forever. Just take off your clothes and come with me," the tattooist said in a very gentle voice.

Jeongguk stared into the depths of his dark eyes silently, listening to the loud beating of his heart and the strangely shallow breathing. After a while, however, his hands involuntarily grasped the leather jacket and began to slowly slide it off his strong shoulders. He didn't even know how or when it happened, but after a while he too was completely naked.

The tattoo artist grabbed his hand and led him towards the pool. He turned to face him and pressed against his mouth sharply, simultaneously pushing him into the water. They burst into it together, bound in a tender, hot kiss. The water was cool, but that didn't matter. Jeongguk felt as if the whole world was spinning and his body was on fire. He could feel Tae's heart pounding right next to his own, and nothing else mattered.

When they finally surfaced, they were both breathing hard, but Jeongguk couldn't help but smile.

"You're crazy," he said, still breathing hard.

"I'm crazy about you." That said, Taehyung bit his lower lip with his teeth and tugged at it, staring at him with fire in his eyes.

"I've never done anything like this before..."

"I know," the tattoo artist admitted. "And that's why I want you to finally understand what it means to live, not just exist."

***

Jeongguk grabbed Taehyung's arm and forced the man to turn towards him, then locked him in the prison of his strong arms, blocking his escape route, and kissed his lips. They were still in the pool they had snuck into. The water didn't seem chilly anymore, though it was probably due to the proximity of their naked bodies rather than a sudden increase in air temperature.

They kissed hard and long, drifting together in the water. Taehyung wrapped his tattooed arms around his narrow waist, and Jeon pushed him tighter against the corner of the pool, pressing his naked body against the tattoo artist. It was just perfect.

But as he was almost lost in the taste of the tattoo artist's lips again, in the softness of his lips and the warmth emanating from his body, a strange noise entered his ears. Instinctively, he immediately tore himself from the man's mouth and looked around.

"Did you hear that?" He asked quietly, listening carefully.

"What? I heard nothing," the tattoo artist replied, bringing their lips back together in a hot kiss.

"I heard it again," the brunet said quickly. "I think someone is here."

Taehyung looked around confused, also listening carefully. He was convinced that the young CEO was probably panicking again for no reason and was about to make a joke about it, but before any words rolled out of his mouth, the sound of someone's footsteps crept into his ears.

"Oh, fuck!" He cursed, then without thinking he pulled Jeongguk under the water, simultaneously joining their lips in a kiss, almost at the same moment as the door to the cabin opened.

The tall, well-built man peered inside, looking around carefully, but luckily he saw nothing unusual and after a while he backed off, closing the door behind him. As soon as the room was filled with a soft clatter of footsteps, both men emerged from the water, breathing heavily.

"Somebody is here. We have to get out before they find us," Taehyung quickly said, pulling himself up and out of the pool.

"And who just said no one ever comes here a moment ago?" Jeon scolded him, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

He grabbed the tattoo artist's hand and let the artist pull him up. They dressed quickly, hastily pulling their clothes on to their wet skin, but the smiles still did not leave their faces. As soon as they were wearing pants and T-shirts, Taehyung pulled Jeongguk behind him, and they carefully headed for the place they had sneaked through here.

Kim waited for Jeongguk to jump safely to the other side, then climbed the fence himself and quickly jumped downstairs. They ran forward, hand in hand, until the block where Tae lived appeared on the horizon. As they climbed the stairs to the third floor, they stopped every now and then only to bring their lips together in a passionate, slightly chaotic kiss.

As soon as Taehyung opened the door to the apartment, Jeon's hungry hands sliped under his slightly damp T-shirt, almost tearing it off. Kim closed the door behind them and tossed their jackets towards the cupboard, not caring that one of them had slipped and fell to the floor as a result. Their lips feverishly joined in hot kisses as their hands pulled back layers of clothing.

When they reached the bedroom, both of them were completely naked, after a while Taehyung was lying on the back in fragrant sheets, and Jeongguk hovered over his naked body, tracing an intricate route along the tense abdominal muscles, and after a while again find those wonderful lips and kiss him tenderly.

"I want you, Tae," Jeon whispered, only breaking the kiss to speak the words. "Tonight, I want you to be mine. I want to caress you, kiss you and lick you... I want to be in you as you were in me. I want to memorize you so that no one takes it away from me, so that I will never forget what it's like to feel you inside me and what it's like to be inside you..."

"Oh, fuck, Gguk," the tattoo artist gasped, then pressed their lips together, slipping his nimble tongue between his hot lips. "Do it," he ordered, sliding a bright green gel into his hand.

Jeongguk twisted his body so that the tattoo artist was lying on his stomach, then poured a large amount of gel onto his hand, filling the bedrooms with the exotic scent of passion fruit. He looked down at the tattoo artist's tanned, sexy ass and smiled to himself, then parted his ass cheeks gently and carefully lubricated it with a lube. He didn't know why he was suddenly so brave, and why he hadn't even hesitated for a moment before his tongue slid between those sexy cheeks, tearing a gentle moan out of the tattoo artist's mouth, but he felt damn good about it. Encouraged by his reaction, he tightened his hands on his buttocks and slid the tip of his tongue inside his lover.

He'd never caressed anyone like this before and knew he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else, but now he just wanted to stick his tongue in deeper, feel the tattoo artist's body tremble from those caresses, and then slide his fingers into him, stretching the velvety walls.

When he felt that the tattoo artist was so stretched that he could proceed, he poured a large amount of gel on his hand again and spread it along its entire length, then guided his thick cock to Taehyung's entrance. He held his hips tight and began to slowly sink into him.

"Oh, Jesus. This is so wonderful," he whispered, drawing the man's tattooed body even tighter to his, as if he wanted them to melt into one.

And a moment later they merge into one.

Jeongguk moved gently in him, smoothly twirling his hips, and the tattoo artist stuck out his plump ass harder, facing each thrust with determination. Every now and then, erotic moans and loud curses rolled down from one man's lips and then from the other, filling the bedroom walls with this lovely love music. It was accompanied by the sounds of two naked, heated bodies bumping against each other, and soft confessions neither of them would dare to repeat aloud when the sun rose again.

***

Ayashee:

We still maintain a delicate, romantic atmosphere, but isn't that the calm before the storm?

Hope you liked the chapter.

xoxo