Taehyung let the next lines of the song roll from his lips, filling the car with a low, sensual sound. His slender fingers tapped a beat on the steering wheel and his head nodded gently. When the singer started singing his favorite part, he chimed in loudly while turning his face towards the man sitting next to him.

As he did so, he noticed that Jeongguk was already looking at him. His soft lips adorned a broad smile, and his nose wrinkled charmingly. The tattoo artist grabbed his hand almost automatically. He lifted it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on top of it, then returned his pattern to the road in front of him, continuing to sing.

"Jeon, don't be so stiff," he joked, glancing at him stealthily. "Sing with me!"

"No. I-I can't sing," the brunet replied quickly, clearly embarrassed by his request.

Until now, he'd only singed when he knew there was no one around to hear him. Such frivolous behavior is certainly not befitting a future CEO of The Jeon Electronics.

"Sure you can," Kim protested. "I heard you singing in the kitchen."

"At most, I was just muttering to myself. I don't sing."

"C'mon, Jeon!" the tattoo artist encouraged, then reached out and grabbed gently his chin with his hand, singing to him another line of the song.

The redhead sang surprisingly well. His low, beautiful voice acted as a balm to the soul. Jeongguk couldn't help but smile as he stared at him. Seeing the boy slowly begin to break, Kim sang the line of the song again, directing the words straight to him as if he were in dialogue with him. Even such simple words in those perfect lips sounded so damn indecent that Jeon felt his face flush. He couldn't take his eyes off the pierced tongue that danced in his mouth, wrapping smoothly around each consonant and caressing the vowels like the most tender lover. The young CEO was so fascinated by him that before he knew it, his own lips began to move, answering the tattoo artist with the words from the song.

Taehyung laughed out loud, pleased to finally make him submit to his will. He loved pulling him out of his shell, breaking his walls, and making him more confident with each passing day. He bit his bottom lip and looked at him with glittering eyes.

"I told you, you can sing," he said, folding his lips into a mischievous smile.

That arrogant asshole, he had a really beautiful smile, Jeon thought, but only snorted under his breath, not responding to his teasing. He leaned his head against the headrest and looked through the window at Seoul in the afternoon sun, yet he couldn't hide the smile that pressed against his lips.

They drove the rest of the way without talking. Taehyung made Jeongguk sing new lines with him every now and then, and the brunet succumbed to him every time. He hummed more words, laughing out loud. Jae chuckled as well, filling the car with his cute, childish laugh, even though some words were probably completely incomprehensible to him.

When they finally got there, the redhead parked and looked at Jeongguk, smiling fondly at him. The brunet unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, then opened the door in the back of the car and helped Jae get out of the seat and get out of the car. The tattoo artist also got out of the SUV and reached from the trunk a pink colored gift bag with balloons, smiling at the mere thought.

When he turned on his heel, closing the trunk, Jungkook was already standing with Jae beside the car. He chattered with the boy, stroking his dark hair with his hand. Kim studied them for a brief moment, as if afraid that if he got close to them, this perfect moment would disappear. He couldn't put into words how he felt watching Gguk taking care of his little boy. He could look at them for hours.

Only when the brunet looked up and their eyes locked for a moment, Tae smiled gently and walked towards them. He approached and stood only a few centimeters from them, then crouched down and looked at his son's face.

"Do you remember what daddy told you?" He asked softly.

"Yes. Jae is to come in, say 'happy birthday, Yejin' and give Ye a gift," the boy recited. Taehyung reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing gently.

"Be good, okay? Daddy's coming to pick you up when the party is over. If something is wrong, please ask Ms. Song to call me, huh?" As he spoke, he sank his fingers into his son's dark hair again, pushing them away from his dark, doe eyes. The little boy nodded vigorously. "Now go!" He ordered, pointing to Mrs. Song, who was standing in the doorway, smiling fondly at the sight of them.

As Taehyung met her gaze, the woman beckoned him hello, smiling heartily. They had known each other almost since Jae started going to kindergarten, and they got to know each other a little better when his son became friends with her little daughter. The children were the same age, and in addition, the tattoo artist was convinced that his son had a crush on Yejin.

Jaesung quickly ran to Jeongguk and hugged his legs, then ran towards the open door, where a little girl appeared. The tattoo artist snorted under his breath as he watched his little son's figure walk away, then glanced at the young CEO, who was also watching him, leaning nonchalantly against the black SUV. Kim approached him and leaned against the car, standing so close their arms were almost touching.

"Did my son just blew me off for a woman and didn't even say goodbye to me?" He asked, laughing gently.

"Oh, you need to forgive him. Look how happy he is." As he spoke, he pointed to Jae laughing.

Mrs. Song looked at them one last time, then nodded and closed the door behind them. Taehyung shifted his gaze to Jeongguk. The man's lips were still adorned with a beautiful, natural smile. He loved it so much. His hair was slightly disheveled, as if the wind had run its hand over it, tenderly fluffing delicately wavy black strands. The boy was wearing one of his black short-sleeved T-shirts and skinny jeans with a rip on his left knee. His attire was simple, but that was what he liked best.

"I think he likes her," he finally confessed, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, then slipping one between his lips. "Yejin," he explained, though Jeon had no doubts about who he was talking about. "Recently, he told me to buy two lollipops in the store, because he wanted to take one to kindergarten. I'm sure that this little princess got it."

"That's cute," Jeon agreed, watching the man's lips gently hold his cigarette.

He didn't know why, but he loved watching him smoke. There was something incredibly attractive about it. Even intimate. He liked the way the man squints his eyes gently every time he takes a puff, the way his soft lips gently grasp the white paper. He loved to watch the way he caressed the cigarette with his lips, drove his tongue over it as if he were making love to it, then looked with his dark eyes, slightly obscured by the gray smoke, right at him.

He was looking at him then as if he had just been standing completely naked in front of him, and he was about to put out his cigarette, grasp Jeon's dark hair with his tattooed hands and make him kneel in front of him. He looked as if he wanted the young CEO's lips to caress his hard cock the same way his soft lips caressed that cigarette a moment ago.

The brunet cleared his throat and struggled to tear his eyes away from him. As he did so, he could have sworn that for a few seconds he saw the mischievous smile curve the tattoo artist's lips, as if the man knew exactly what he was thinking. He moistened his lips, trying to focus on something other than these indecent thoughts.

"It's nice that Jae has someone he likes so much. She's a really lovely girl," he continued.

"Of course, she is. Jaesung has a similar taste to his dad," the tattoo artist replied before taking another drag.

Jeongguk looked at him again, then pushed the body away from the black SUV and faced Kim.

"Are you telling me you also like cute four-year-old girls?" He teased. "Oh, Mr. Kim, I think we need to have a serious talk..."

Taehyung slipped his cigarette between his lips, then reached out with both hands and tucked his fingers through the belt loops of Jeongguk's pants. He pulled hard on them, pulling the brunet's hips to his. Influenced by this strong jerk, the young CEO's body almost pressed against his, pinning him against the SUV. The tattoo artist gripped the cigarette between his long fingers and removed it from his mouth.

"I like fucking sexy brunets. Preferably those whose hands are first a little dirty with drawing charcoal, then tied with a tie to the frame of my bed," saying so, he measured him intensely with his eyes and smiled sexily, then put a cigarette back into his mouth and puff it hard, still not breaking eye contact with him. "You know someone like that?" He asked nonchalantly, exhaling smoke through gently parted lips.

"Perhaps I know where to find him..." he replied, biting his lip and staring at him sensually from under the curtain of his thick lashes. "Do you want to go out to eat or..."

"Let's go home," he interrupted quickly, putting out his cigarette. "I want to find that Naughty Boy from my description," he added, and Jeon laughed before placing his hands on his chest and leaning forward, his lips cupped over his lips, giving them a gentle kiss.

"If Jae is going to spend the whole afternoon here... It means we have a lot of time to kill..."

"Uhum," the tattoo artist agreed. "I think you need to organize my time."

"I think I'll be able to keep you busy," the young CEO said, snorting gently at his words. He pushed himself off him and walked around the car, swaying his hips. He felt his eyes on him as he headed for the door. When he opened the driver's door, he searched for his eyes again.

"I hope whatever you come up with has you and me naked on the schedule..." the tattooist said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Jeon let a small chuckle escape from his lips.

"Oh yes. We're gonna cook dinner together. Naked," he joked, then slipped into the driver's seat. "I will drive because you are lost too much in your daydream," he joked.

"That's a pretty good plan, Jeon." That said, he climbed into the car as well. "I love cooking naked," he confessed, and the young CEO laughed out loud again. "You know that since you are driving, now you have to sing?" He asked, though he didn't make it sound like a question at all. Jeon snorted again and started the engine, and after a while he was driven out of the parking space.

"It wasn't a joke, Jeon."

"I can still change my mind and leave you here," the brunet threatened, and Taehyung smiled and, leaning forward, turned on the player again, filling the SUV with the sounds of music.

Despite the protests, he knew so well that he will break him again.

***

How was that saying?

Be careful what you wish for...

Taehyung should have thought about his words better, because in fact less than an hour later his wish came true - he was completely naked.

But it wasn't exactly what he had really hoped for.

He couldn't feel the strong hands gliding adoringly over his body, nor the hot lips and wet tongue marking the intricate patterns on his skin. The sound of naked bodies bumping against each other didn't bounce off the walls, and his ears weren't filled with those sexy moans he loved so much.

He was sitting in his studio, completely naked, on a small stool. His loins were covered only by a white sheet, contrasting with his swarthy skin, and Jeongguk sat about a meter away from him and stared at him intensely, squinting his eyes gently. The man's dark hair fell delicately over his forehead, and his hands glided swiftly across the white canvas, covering it with another beautiful drawing.

When they finally got home and Taehyung asked Gguk what he wanted to do, since Jaesung was at his friend's birthday party, he didn't expect the young CEO to want to draw. He loved to create with him or watch him fill the canvas with his drawings. The boy had an amazing talent, and he was extremely happy to see that he was developing his passion again.

He would be lying, though, to say that he didn't count on having a moment to themselves that they would be able to enjoy each other from a little closer distance than the meter that separated them at the moment.

He wanted to make love to him.

He wanted to hear his guttural groans again, which the boy had to suppress whenever they made love when Jae was at home, for him to not accidentally hear anything. He wanted to be able to pull his hair, spank him and tug his tied hands while listening to his sighs and curses that made him know how damn good it was for him. He wanted to feel again what it was like to hear Jeongguk pronounce his name as he climaxed, and he wanted to repeat his name like a mantra until they melted into one.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Jeongguk had stopped drawing and was watching him closely. The brunet drew his eyebrows together and watched him fascinated. He noticed that the tattoo artist's naked chest began to rise and fall in an irregular rhythm. He saw the man's gaze darken and become more absent, as if his thoughts were far away, his lips parting slightly. When he saw his Adam's apple rising, only to fall again in a moment, when the redhead swallowed hard, he knew that the man must be thinking about something damn indecent.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Taehyung moistened his lips instinctively and looked him straight in the eye.

"Nothing," he lied, shifting slightly in his chair. The white sheet that had previously covered his loins slid a little lower, exposing his lower abdominal muscles almost to the delicate hairs that graced the bottom of his stomach just above his genitals.

Jeongguk said nothing but nodded to accept his explanation. But the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily. His hand tightened on the charcoal and began to draw. This time, he looked at the tattoo artist's slightly parted lips. He marveled at how perfect his lips were, as if carved by Michelangelo himself. By drawing their shape on the white canvas, he could imagine their texture so accurately, he could almost taste them. Instinctively, he ran his tongue over his own lips, as if to see if he could still feel their taste.

For the rest of the drawing, he found it hard to focus. Every little gesture distracted him - the way Taehyung lifted and lowered his eyelids, covering his cheeks with a curtain of long eyelashes, the way his soft lips gently parted to let his wet tongue moisten their soft texture, applying a thin layer of saliva over it. He was distracted by the way the man looked at him, even though their eyes met only for seconds. It was as if one spark was enough for the tension between them to explode and the heat to consume them in sensual ecstasy.

Nevertheless, he continued drawing. He wanted to finish his job. Looking at what had come out of his hand so far, he was really pleased. He wanted someone who saw the drawing to see what he saw when he looked at Tae - real art.

Because in his eyes, Taehyung was a real work of art.

After he finished sketching his face, he began tracing a line of his broad, tattooed arms, a strong chest, and a flat stomach. The man's genitals were covered only by a white sheet that hung loosely, falling to the floor. From where he was sitting, he could only see the rounded line of the man's left buttock and part of his left thigh, with another amazing tattoo. He felt his fingers almost itch to run over that smooth, swarthy skin. He wanted to touch him as his gaze now touched his body - lovingly, trying to remember every curve, memorize every mound and valley.

He quickly sketched a white sheet that gently framed the tattoo artist's loins, then looked at his handiwork. The drawing was beautiful. He smiled involuntarily, seeing that he had captured the beauty of the moment and that wonderful man who had posed for him. The tattoo artist looked sexy, yet mysterious and sensual at the same time. Ethereal. His naked body covered with tattoos was incredibly beautiful, there was something in his face and in his gaze so alluring that it was impossible to take your eyes off him.

"I'm done," he said, feeling strangely proud of what came out of his hand. "But... I would like to draw something else," he added quickly.

"Okay," the tattoo artist agreed, shifting slightly in his chair. "How am I supposed to position myself?" He asked. "I don't know... Do you prefer the other profile, or maybe...?"

"I want you to pose with your back to me."

Taehyung smiled involuntarily, but rose from his seat, holding the sheet so that it would not slip from his bare loins, and wrapped it around his hips, tucking one of the tips behind the white cloth, so he wouldn't have to hold it with his hands.

"What should I do?" He asked, turning his back.

"Come a little closer to the window. I want your body to be illuminated by the sun. Turn your face gently towards me," he instructed, while Kim obeyed his orders without a word.

Jeongguk looked up at his broad shoulders and looked at them, then dropped his gaze down along his muscular, covered with a phoenix tattoo back to keep him a little longer on the man's buttocks, still hidden behind the white cloth.

"Take off the sheet," he ordered.

Taehyung snorted softly and looked at him over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in surprise. He had never had a problem with his nakedness, but the boldness with which Jeon commanded him to undress, surprised him. But he would be lying if he said it wasn't fucking exciting, and intriguing at the same time.

"You know my neighbors will be able to see me?" He asked, though he didn't expect an answer at all.

He grabbed the corner of the sheet that was wrapped around his hips, stopping it from sliding off, and pulled on it, letting the white cloth just fall around his feet. He straightened up and looked shamelessly out the window, as if to see if any of his neighbors were watching him.

"Your neighbors should be grateful to me," Jeon replied, and Kim laughed out loud in response. "Though they'd better wish they could see what I see now... You know your ass is amazing?"

"Is that why you are going to capture it in your drawing?" Kim teased. "Is this an excuse to stare at my ass with impunity?"

"Both," he admitted, beginning to sketch Taehyung's silhouette on the white paper. "I try to combine business with pleasure," he added, laughing.

"I would not be so sure if thanks to this ass you will get to the next stage of the competition."

"If I don't win with ass like that, then they don't know what real art is," he explained, and the tattoo artist laughed again, filling the studio with his beautiful, melodious laugh.

Jeongguk drew it with determination, trying to convey its beauty on a white piece of paper, although he was not sure if it was possible at all. He drew lines and then rubbed them with a tortillon. His hands were dirty with charcoal. He was almost convinced that he must have accidentally dumped dirt on his face as well, as he periodically brushed away his unruly fringe, but he felt as happy as ever.

This is what he wanted to do all his life.

He wanted to create. He wanted to spend his days in this tiny room, filled with the scent of paint and charcoal. With his hands dirty from drawing and his head filled with nothing but a red haired man. He wanted to feel as free and happy as he was feeling now. He wanted to dream without worrying that it would hurt someone, and he wanted to be able to finally be himself, the way he could be, being with him.

Because only with him, he was feeling so happy.

He smiled involuntarily. He couldn't remember if he'd ever smiled for no reason before. Before he met him, he rarely did. Taehyung had awakened feelings in him that he had never known before, and thought that perhaps he would never know.

As his hand drew the final line, he stared at the finished drawing for a moment, still clutching the drawing charcoal in his fingers. Today's drawings were perhaps some of the best he has ever drawn. Perhaps because it was the first time that it was driven by something other than just the will to create.

His hands were driven by a completely new feeling. He well knew that it was no longer just a fascination with the beauty of another human being. These emotions were visible in every line, in every plume of coal. Fascinated, he stretched out his hand and delicately traced the curve of the man's back with his finger. He wondered if anyone looking at the drawing would have guessed that they had something in common. The way he presented him showed thirst, delight and insatiability.

He put the charcoal he was drawing with back into place, then rose from his seat. Taehyung still had his back to him. His head was only slightly turned to the side, but the tattoo artist could not see him. So he tried to remain silent so as not to reveal his intentions. He paused a few steps ahead of him and, holding his breath, scanned his naked body.

He liked the way the sun caressed his dark skin, as if it too was in love with his beauty. The fiery red hair seemed even more intense, black tattoos snaking around his strong arms and forearms. The strong back, adorned with a phoenix tattoo, stretched gently with every breath. He wanted to reach out and move his fingertips just as he had just done with his drawing, running his fingers along the spine to reach the curve of his buttocks.

Tempted by the thought alone, he shifted his gaze to them. Taehyung had a really beautiful body and his ass was just perfect. Round and protruding. He didn't think he's ever seen a man with a better ass in his life. He loved to look at it even when it was covered in tight black jeans, but to see it completely naked was something completely different.

On a strange impulse, he took a step forward and held out his right hand. The first time his fingertips touched his smooth, sun-warmed skin, he felt as if sparks leapt from under his fingers. Taehyung, feeling his touch, moved slightly, surprised, but said nothing and did not protest. He let Jeongguk do what he wanted to do with him. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, savoring that little caress.

Jeon was sliding his hand down, just as he had done in his imagination a moment ago. He was barely breathing, as if he was afraid that even a soft breath would ruin this intimate moment. He took a step forward, reducing the distance between them almost to a minimum, then leaned forward gently, letting his lips move against the tattoo artist's skin. Kissing his neck, his hand continued along his back, but after a while it was his lips that began to mark the intricate route on the swarthy skin adorned with black ink.

He traced the line of his spine, alternately licking or kissing his body, slowly descending until he finally dropped to his knees. Taehyung said nothing, but every now and then soft sighs escaped his lips, encouraging the brunet to continue caressing. Jeongguk did not stop until his lips reached the curve of his buttocks. He moved slightly to look at the man's ass, then placed his hands on Kim's narrow hips to glide them down after a moment, outlining the shape of his buttocks with evident adoration.

"Put your hands on the window and push your ass back," he ordered shamelessly, before he realized what he was asking for.

The boldness of this request surprised him, but he liked the fact that he had the courage to fulfill his desires and speak about them aloud.

"Gguk..." the tattoo artist gasped, moistening his lips as he looked at him over his shoulder.

"You want me to stop?" The brunet asked, finding the look of his dark eyes. His hands were still on the tattoo artist's buttocks, caressing them almost involuntarily.

"Oh, fuck, of course not!" He replied without hesitation. Jeon laughed softly.

"Then rest your hands on the window and open your legs a little wider," he commanded again, and the tattoo artist obediently did what he was asked to do.

He put his hands on the window, parted his thighs more, and arched his back a little to stick his buttocks out more towards the man who was kneeling behind him. His body was almost on fire at the thought of what Jeongguk was about to do. He didn't have to ask, he knew what the brunet had in plans. His breathing became shallow involuntarily. However, the young CEO did not keep him waiting long. It only took a moment for Jeongguk's strong hands to grip tightly against his skin, while parting his ass cheeks.

As the young businessman's agile tongue slid between the tattoo artist's buttocks, the tattooer exhaled automatically and let a loud curse erupt from his parted lips. The fingers of his hand pressed tightly against the glass, curling up with delight. He didn't care that one of the neighbors might see him. It even kind of turned him on more.

Jeongguk didn't caress him like that many times, but what he did was so amazing that he felt he was going to go crazy. The young CEO's hands parted his ass cheeks so that the nimble tongue could with determination slide inside them, taking his breath away and lighting his body with a living fire.

"Oh, fuck... Gguk... You're amazing..." he gasped with difficulty, and the brunet only sucked harder on his sensitive entrance, then pressed against it again, pushing his tongue through the ring of muscles. "Ooh, fuck!"

Taehyung didn't even know how long the sweet torture lasted, because what Jeon was doing with him could not be called otherwise. The boy teased him, gently nibbling on him or merely stimulating him with the tip of his tongue, and after a while he made a strong, sensual attack, inserting his tongue as deeply as he could, while parting his ass cheeks strongly to literally devour him with adoration.

"Gguk, fuck! You have to stop," the tattoo artist finally growled, gasping for breath.

Jeongguk obediently took his tongue out of him, then sat on his heels and looked up to find the redhead's gaze. The tattoo artist turned to face him, and the brunet looked at him carefully. The man's lips were still slightly parted, letting restless breath squeeze through them. His naked chest moves fast and restlessly. The eyes were on fire.

He looked at his cock almost involuntarily and saw with satisfaction that Kim was hard. His dick stood proudly, bumping against his flat stomach and smearing it with pre-ejaculate. Silver apadravya shone at the top like the icing on a fucking cake he wanted to lick.

Feeling another wave of excitement, Jeon licked his lips, but didn't move. Tae was standing over him now, almost devouring him with his eyes, looking so damn sexy. There was something hard, impenetrable in his gaze. He wanted to submit to him. He loved it when Taehyung took control of him. In the company, he always had to order people around, he was fucking excited about the fact that here, the tattoo artist was controlling him. Even if he allowed Gguk to dominate at times, he was the one who decided it, and Jeongguk was like clay in the hands of an artist.

Taehyung reached out and marked his cheek with his fingertips, then ran his fingers along the sharp line of his jaw. As he did so, he did not take his eyes off him for a moment. His gaze was impenetrable. He moved his fingers to the young businessman's saliva-glistening lips and ran with fascination over his soft bottom lip, pressing hard against it with his thumb. Jeon almost involuntarily parted his lips gently, and the tattoo artist, taking advantage of this invitation, slid a finger into his mouth. The brunet sucked on it, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You're a fucking tempter, Jeon," he said finally, letting his low, guttural voice echo off the studio walls. "Let's go to the bedroom," he added after a moment, then grabbed Jeongguk by the shoulders, helping him lift himself off the ground.

Taehyung led the way, letting the dark-haired man follow him with his gaze. He moved sexy, swaying his hips as if to charm him, completely unfettered by his nakedness, and Jeon stood almost paralyzed, unable to take his lustful gaze away from him. He did not come to his senses until he realized that the tattoo artist was disappearing into the interior of the bedroom. He moved quickly after him, shedding his clothes in the chaotic fight. He quickly pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it on the studio floor, then somewhat awkwardly began to take off his pants.

By the time he got to the bedroom, he was wearing only black boxer shorts that pressed tightly around his hips and ass. He could feel his hardening, throbbing cock, and he didn't even have to look down to know that his boxer shorts were already wet with pre-cum. He looked for Taehyung and saw the man taking a lubricant from the cupboard. His sinful lips curved into a sensual, slightly mischievous smile. As the tattoo artist's hand sank back into the drawer, he knew exactly what he was going to see.

Shit. It was fucking exciting.

Without thinking for long, he quickly pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside, then covered the distance between them in a few quick strides. He grabbed the tattoo artist's face in his hands, not caring that he may leave delicate streaks of charcoal on his swarthy skin, he pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss, inviting himself inside his mouth with his tongue.

"I want to do it a little different this time," Taehyung muttered right into his lips, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper, then he pulled away gently and looked Jeon straight in the eye.

He loved to dominate him, but he didn't want to do anything against his will. He wanted to make sure the boy agreed. The brunet, however, did not ask about anything, only nodded as a sign that he agreed. He took his hand, letting him lead him to the bed. As they approached the bed, the red-haired man let go of his hand, then climbed onto the bed and slowly lowered his body, settling down in his back, on the soft sheets. He made himself comfortable, then looked at the young CEO, who was still standing close to bed, waiting for his instructions.

"Come to me," he asked, and the brunet began to carefully climb onto the bed. "I want you upside down," he clarified, and Jeon looked up at him. His eyes doe and so damned innocent, lips slightly open in surprise.

"Upside down?" He repeated, as if he wasn't sure he heard it right. "You mean..." he began, then swallowed loudly as he realized what the tattoo artist was proposing. "Oh..."

"Ooooh, yeah! That's exactly what I mean, Mr. Jeon," the tattooist confirmed, curving his lips into a mischievous yet sensual smile. "I'm going to eat your tasty ass while your lovely lips caresses my hard cock," he explained, even though he knew the young CEO understood exactly what he meant.

He knew, however, that hearing these words would make the boy's loins burn with living fire, and he loved to ignite his senses and body. He wanted the brunet not to be able and not to want to think about anything and no one else.

Jeongguk wet his lips again and looked at him with his beautiful doe eyes. He looked a bit nervous, and one look was enough for him to know exactly what he was going to hear before the boy could part his lips.

"I... I have never done this before..." he confessed, a bit embarrassed.

Even though he was nervous, he felt a rush of adrenaline as well. Taehyung was an amazing lover. He allowed him to get to know his own needs and preferences, and he made everything they did together be so damn exciting. He felt excited to be able to experience something new with him once again. However, he was afraid that he would not live up to his expectations.

"It's even better," the tattoo artist replied, smiling at him sensually. "I love being your first. It's fucking exciting."

At his words, Jeon felt a flock of butterflies leap up in his belly. He covered the last centimeters quickly and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss, then moved away from him gently, just enough to look him straight in the eye.

"You must instruct me..." he whispered. His warm breath crashed against the tattoo artist's lips, stretched into a sensual smile.

"It's nothing hard. Just get on top of me, rest your legs on either side of my chest and stick your sexy ass up to me," he explained, laughing gently. "I'll take care of the rest."

"And... You... How do you want me to caress you?"

"Do whatever you want with me. Whatever you do, it's gonna be fucking amazing."

Jeongguk nodded, then did as the tattoo artist told him to do. He turned upside down and took the correct position so that his athletic legs were on either side of the tattoo artist's bare chest, and his hands were flat on the bed. When he assumed this position, Taehyung's cock was directly in front of his face. He felt the saliva rush involuntarily into his mouth, and he wet his lips quickly.

The rest came completely instinctively. He had satisfied him before and would have lied, saying that it was not pleasant for him. He loved caressing him with his lips, feeling his cock harden under his caress. He loved sucking him hard, listening to his guttural grunts and the loud curses that escaped his mouth every time the swollen head rubbed against the back of his throat. And then taste his sperm while Taehyung spoke his name, caressing it affectionately with his tongue as if he was the most important to him.

This time, however, as he sucked his cock into his mouth, he felt the tattoo artist shamelessly stick his tongue inside him. The feeling was so amazing that he almost had to hold back from pressing his lips too tightly in a rush of excitement. He loved it when Taehyung caressed him like that. He never thought it could be so enjoyable. Every time the tattoo artist slid his nimble tongue into him, teasing his sensitive walls with his piercing, he felt as if his fingertips were touching the sky. This time, however, his experiences were doubled. Every time the man slid his tongue into him, he pressed his lips tighter and danced his own tongue around his hard member.

He did not know what gave him more pleasure. The fact that he could feel Tae's tongue inside him, or that he could give him similar pleasure by sucking him off the best he could. He loved to feel his throbbing cock slip between his lips. Silk skin, and underneath it, a steel hardness that filled his mouth, and he almost swallowed it all over until Kim's hard cock hit the back of his throat, almost choking him.

"Ah, Gguk! Shit!" The tattoo artist swore, distracting himself enough to pronounce the words.

Jeongguk just smiled at his reaction, still holding his hard cock in his mouth, then sucked on him hard again. The tattoo artist involuntarily moved his hips, pushing them upwards, and the brunet's eyes almost filled with tears. But he had no intention of interrupting his caresses.

Taehyung, without being indebted to him, stopped his practices for a while, only to pour a large amount of gel onto his hand, filling the bedroom with the scent of exotic fruit. He quickly heated the gel in his fingers, then began to gently rub the preparation into his lover's anus. After a while, his long fingers slid inside Jeongguk, almost immediately finding this most sensitive point. The brunet groaned involuntarily, still holding his dick in his mouth. His melodic, guttural rumble sent vibrations all along its length, sending shivers of pleasure that spread through Tae's body.

The young CEO sucked him so well that he knew it would take a moment more for him to come right into those wonderfully soft lips, filling them with hot cum. So he sped up his own hand movements, crossing his fingers, determined to stretch his muscles and properly prepare Jeongguk. When he felt the boy was ready, he stuck his fingers out and gave him a gentle slap on the right buttock.

"Enough, Naughty Boy!" He said firmly. "If you don't stop sucking me, I'll cum."

Jeongguk ran his soft lips over his swollen cock once more, then reluctantly moved away from him, letting the man's hard dick just slide out of his mouth. He turned to face him and smiled at him, licking his lips temptingly to lick off any residue of saliva mixed with his lover's pre-cum.

"I want you to do it like you did when you tied my hands for the first time," he confessed, lowering his voice to a low, sexy whisper.

Taehyung smirked, then grasped the tie he had taken from the drawer in his hands and wrapped it around his hands, pulling it on. Jeongguk looked at the black fabric and strong tattooed forearms. He couldn't take his eyes off his hands - strong and masculine and so damn sexy. Looking at them, he dreamed of finally feeling them on his body.

"Turn your back and fold your hands behind your back," he commanded firmly, and Jeon did what he asked without protesting.

After a moment, the black cloth wrapped tightly around his wrists. As Taehyung tied his hands, he stood so close to him that he could feel his hot, shallow breath against his neck. The tattoo artist tied his hands tightly, then grasped them and pulled him backward so that their naked bodies pressed against each other almost along their entire length. The tattoo artist's chest pressed tightly against the young CEO's back, and the tattooed hand gripped his throat, forcing him to turn his face towards him and look at him.

"How do you want me to do that?" He asked, whispering almost directly into Jeongguk's lips. "Tell me, Gguk."

He didn't have to ask. He knew exactly what the boy expected from him, but he wanted to hear it from him. He wanted Jeongguk to reveal himself to him once again as never before anyone. He wanted his trust. He wanted to be the one with whom he could be himself.

He wanted him to feel free, fulfilled and happy.

"I want you to fuck me like I should be fucked - hard and long. I want to feel your hot naked body against mine. I want you to tie my hands, pull my hair or hold my throat with your tattooed hands. I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, making me feel full. I want you to move in me, hitting all the right spots, to spank me and tell me how wonderful it is for you to be inside me. I want you to fuck into me until we both come stronger than ever before..."

"Oh, fuck..." the tattoo artist gasped.

He was shocked that words like that rolled off those innocent, soft lips, but he couldn't deny that it wasn't fucking exciting. On impulse, he tightened his grip on the young CEO's throat and pressed their lips tightly, kissing him violently. Jeongguk immediately parted his lips, urging him to dominate the kiss, and he took advantage of it without the slightest hesitation. He wanted to dominate him, take over every even the smallest cell of his body, his mind, his soul. He wanted to steal his heart and never give it to anyone. They broke away, breathing hard. Their hot breaths crashed against parted lips, wet with saliva.

"Stuck that sexy ass for me." That said, Kim pulled away slightly and, holding Jeongguk by his hands, helped him get into position. "You are so sexy..." he muttered in a low, slightly hoarse voice, tracing the curve of his buttocks protruding in front of him with his hand.

He quickly grabbed the intimate gel and again poured a large amount of it on his hand, then took his cock, still swollen with caresses, and spread the preparation along the entire length. The rest of the lubricant was spread again between the ass cheeks of the young CEO. He grabbed the black tie binding the man's hands and wrapped it around his own hand, then pulled the tie, pulling Jeongguk's body against him. He took his cock in his left hand and guided its head to the boy's entrance, and after a while, pushing the hips out, pressed firmly against it, sliding inside him.

He'd rather do it quickly, wanting to feel his velvet walls tighten around his throbbing cock again. But he slipped into him slowly, carefully. He didn't want to hurt him or cause him pain by being too brutal. So he allowed the boy to get used to the feeling of stretching, and it took a while for him to slide deeper. He pressed his hips forward, simultaneously pulling his ass toward him, tugging at the binding until he sank into him balls deep. When a loud grunt escaped from the brunet's mouth, he allowed his lips to form a juicy curse.

"Fuck!"

For a moment, he didn't move, only breathing hard and trying to control his own emotions. The feeling was so fucking good he thought if he moved, even a millimeter, he would just explode, filling him with hot cum. It was only after a few deep breaths that he tightened his grip on the binding again and carefully pulled his hips back, slowly sliding out of him.

"Oh, fuck, Gguk!" He cursed, then wet his lips quickly and, looking at that sexy ass of the man stuck out in front of him, pressed his hips forward to sink into him again. "Ooh, yeah!" He groaned with satisfaction.

All the time he was staring at his narrow waist that turned into those gorgeous, sexy ass. He loved watching his thick cock disappear between his ass cheeks, sliding into his sweet entrance, then slipping out again after a while. There was nothing sexier than this sight.

"Oh, I love this position. I love watching your ass... How my thick cock disappears between those sexy ass cheeks..." he purred, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper. His right hand adored the curves of the man, only to smack him hard a few seconds later.

"Ah!" Jeon gasped involuntarily at the unexpected gesture. "More!" He demanded shamelessly. "Do it again!"

Without hesitating, Taehyung gave him a strong slap again, still moving rhythmically within him, then leaned forward and placed a hot kiss on his right buttock, exactly where the red mark on his hand had appeared. He stuck his tongue out and ran it over the flushed skin, tasting it. He slowly glided upward, tracing a damp path along the lines of his spine, finally biting his teeth gently against his neck.

"You are the most wonderful man I've ever met. I'll never get enough of you..." he whispered in his ear, then straightened up and accelerated his movements again, penetrating him with strong, decisive thrusts just as he loved.

Taehyung pushed forward again, and Jeongguk replied with a loud groan. His muscles tensed, and his bound hands tugged involuntarily as the tattoo artist's silver apadravya found his tender point, rubbing hard against it. The tattoo artist made firm, strong thrusts, each time rubbing against his lover's prostate, then slowing down and making sensual circles with his hips, simultaneously tugging hard on the tie that bound Jeon's wrists.

He knew that the young CEO was close. He could hear it in his jerky breathing and loud curses that involuntarily escaped from his lips every now and then. He could see it in the way his body reacted. His muscles were tense, his thighs trembled, he was tugging his wrists involuntarily, as if he wanted to tear them out, to wrap his hands around the throbbing cock between his thighs and speed up his orgasm. He did not have to wait long, however, as the tattoo artist once again pulled his body to him, sliding into him balls deep, Jeongguk came with a loud groan directly on the fragrant white sheets.

The power of his orgasm was so strong that his body almost refused to obey him, and if it weren't for the tie for which the tattoo artist held him in the same position, he would have fallen exhausted onto the soft mattress. Taehyung, however, tightened his grip around the black fabric and accelerated his own movements, fucking him hard, chasing his own orgasm. With each movement, his testicles pounded against the bare buttocks of the man stretched out in front of him, filling the bedroom with his favorite music - the music made up of their hot bodies hitting against each other.

"Oh, Gguk!" He exclaimed loudly as his whole body tightened to the limit in the coming orgasm.

He leaned forward and bit his teeth on the neck of the young CEO while pressing their naked, sweaty bodies against each other. He pushed his hips forward again, sliding his throbbing cock inside his lover to the balls, and when Jeon tightened his velvet walls around his cock in response, he came, filling him almost to the brim with his hot cum.

Taehyung pressed his sweaty body against this Gguk, wrapping his arms around him, and pressed his lips to the scar on his shoulder blade. He didn't know why, but he loved kissing this place. Each time he did so, he felt the young CEO's body literally tremble with emotion. He could almost hear his heart pounding hard in his chest, matching his heartbeat, as if finding their common rhythm, and he hoped that despite his silence, Jeongguk knew what he wanted to convey to him.

***

The tattoo artist said goodbye to his client, then took off his latex gloves and tossed them towards the basket. He glanced quickly at the clock that adorned the wall, and when he realized that he had managed to get the design a little faster than he had originally planned, he curled his lips into a gentle smile.

He had another client arranged soon. This time for a larger and more time-consuming project. He was going to spend the rest of his day with him. He ran quickly to the chair where he had hung his leather jacket in the morning and slipped his hand into his right pocket to find a small paper box. After a few seconds, with a packet of cigarettes in his hand, he was already heading towards the exit. There was no one at the reception. He wasn't sure if Yoongi was still tattooing, and he didn't want to disturb him, so he headed for the exit.

He went outside, and even before the tin door slammed behind him, he spotted the blond tattoo artist. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, holding a smoking cigarette between his lips. He approached him quickly and stopped beside him. He, too, took a cigarette from the box and slipped a Marlboro between his lips, then stuck his hand in his pants pocket, only to quickly realize that he hadn't taken a lighter with him as he left in a hurry.

"Fuck!" He swore, grabbing the white pipe between his fingers. "I forgot my lighter. Do you have one with you?" He asked, looking at his friend.

Without a word, Yoongi took out his favorite chrome-trimmed zippo lighter and set it on fire while holding it out towards Taehyung. The redhead put the cigarette into his mouth again to dip the other end into the flame dancing in the wind. Kim sucked in his cheeks slightly, puffing on his cigarette, then stepped back and quickly took the pipe into his long, tattooed fingers.

"Thanks," he said, leaning against the wall next to his friend and looked ahead.

They were standing in front of the ragged door leading to Kinky Heaven, directly across from the black SUV Taehyung had parked across the street in the morning. It was warm, a gentle breeze began to blow away his red wisps, so he instinctively raised his hand and brushed it backwards with his fingers. He wished he had taken his sunglasses from the studio, but had only a dozen minutes to calmly smoke a cigarette, so he ignored the insistent rays that were excessively tearing into his dark eyes.

"Fucking Genesis GV80," Yoongi said suddenly, shaking his head in disbelief. His right hand rose to his mouth, where a lit cigarette landed. "I can't believe he bought you such a car... Do you know how much such SUV costs?" He asked, even though he didn't expect an answer.

"All I know is that it is fucking expensive. I prefer not to think how much Gguk spent on this car," he replied, also taking a drag. " When he came to pick me up and said he had bought this SUV for me, I was convinced he was making fun of me..."

"Shit, I knew he was head over heels for you, but fuck... He's really into you. Who normal buys such gifts?"

"I didn't want him to buy me a car... Or whatever, and I certainly didn't expect something so damn expensive, and if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't refuse him, I wouldn't have accepted something like that... But after his car accident... I know he was very nervous, knowing that I was driving a car that could break at any moment, that I was driving that car with Jae..." he explained, letting a loud sigh from his lips. "I don't know, I'll try to make it up to him somehow. Give him back, at least some of the money..."

"He is Jeon," Yoongi said. "He could buy you even ten such cars."

"I know, but I don't want him to think I care about him for his money, or that anyone in his family thinks I'm using him... that's not why I care about him. To me, he could be as poor as a church mouse..."

"I know," Min nodded, snorting in amusement, then looked at him. "I'd like to remind you that you fucked him without knowing it was Jeon," he added, genuinely amused.

Hearing these words, Taehyung huffed as well, then lifted the cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag.

"To be honest, sometimes I'd rather not know his last name..." he confessed. Yoongi transferred his curious gaze to him. "I have a feeling that everything would be much easier if it weren't one of THIS Jeons. If it were some anonymous boy, no one would be interested in what he does, with whom he hangs out and what his orientation is."

"I realize that the situation is not easy for you, but you love each other. It is enough for you to know what you have. The rest is irrelevant."

Taehyung looked him straight in the eye and parted his lips as if to say something, but the words died on his nicotine-tasting tongue faster than he could breathe anything out of him. He didn't know why, but he felt a wave of sadness spread through his body. He looked down at the cigarette he held between the fingers of his right hand. He watched it burn slowly in his hand for a long moment.

Min, seeing his strange reaction, fixed his gaze on his friend's profile, brow furrowed together. The redhead's gaze was absent, as if his memories were somewhere far away, and his lips were pressed into a narrow line. He knew him well enough and long enough to know something was wrong. There was something off about him. He stubbed out his cigarette quickly and looked at the younger man again.

"Tae... Because you know what you have, right?" He asked, guessing what it might be.

Kim looked up and briefly looked at him. There was anxiety in his eyes, even sadness. The man, still silent, raised the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled again, as if another dose of nicotine could calm his raging thoughts.

"You said Gguk practically lives with you since his fiancée left. You are almost inseparable, you stick to each other at every possible moment like horny teens in love... You don't want to tell me that you haven't confessed your feelings yet?" He said carefully, studying his friend's face.

Taehyung parted his lips again, as if wondering how to word his thoughts so that they would form some kind of logical whole, not just a chaotic jumble of fears and uncertainties.

"Gguk has really been through a lot. He has been struggling with panic attacks for many years, and now... What is happening is very difficult for him. He's in a relationship with a woman who doesn't know him at all and doesn't appreciate him... with a woman he was going to marry in a few months. He is to take over a company he hates, only to finally live up to his father's demands. And on top of that, here I am ... A tattooed man who appeared in his life out of nowhere and turned his life upside down. And who, in addition, is a single father. That's really a lot..." he began to explain. "I know that what is happening stresses him. He is afraid that if he breaks off his engagement and says that he is dating someone like me, he will lose everything... In addition to that, there is also the question of his orientation... I don't want to put extra pressure on him. I would like our relationship to develop at a natural pace that is appropriate for him. I don't want to put pressure on him and force him to do something that he might not be ready for..." He paused for a moment and raised the cigarette to his mouth. He took a hard drag, then ran his thumb over his bottom lip, trying to organize the thought race. "I fucking care about him, Yoongs. I've never cared for anyone so much," he confessed. "You don't even know how many times in the last few days I've had these words on the tip of my tongue... I wanted to tell him that... But each time I held back. I don't know why. I guess I'm afraid that this will only complicate things more, that he's not ready to hear something like that... I'm afraid that if I say it too soon, he'll run away. I would like him to take this step first."

Taehyung took a last puff and tossed the cigarette in the trash, then ran his fingers through his fiery red hair. He hoped he would feel better about his fears, but he could still feel the bitter taste of sadness settling on his tongue.

"On Friday was the anniversary of his mother's death, and we went to her grave together. At one point, Jae started crying that he didn't want Jiwon back because he wanted a second dad, not a mother. Gguk took him in his arms and told him without the slightest hesitation that he loved him. He didn't hesitate for a second. It came so naturally to him... He just knew it was what he felt. In the evening we were in bed together and once again I had these words on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to tell him that I'm falling in love with him... But I couldn't bring myself to say it in such an obvious way, so I said it in different words... I told him that I wanted to be his first and last man, that I wanted to watch him draw, listen to his melodious laughter and protect him from everything and anyone who would like to hurt him. I was hoping Gguk would say that he wants it too, or that he feels the same way about me, but he..."

As Taehyung fell silent again, Yoongi saw his lower lip tremble slightly. The tattoo artist sank his fingers into the fiery red hair once more, gliding through it in frustration, and looked away as if afraid Min would see too much emotion in his gaze. For a moment, he really regretted putting out his cigarette a moment ago and instinctively slipping his hands into his pants pockets to keep from reaching for another.

"What did he say, Tae?" Min asked cautiously.

Taehyung snorted as if he was about to laugh, but there was none of the lightness and happiness in that laughter that Yoongi had seen in recent weeks. It was only after a long pause that Kim finally shifted her gaze to him. Min could have sworn his eyes glazed over, as if what he wanted to say was still hurting him.

"He said he didn't know what to say..." he confessed.

"Tae..."

"I know that you don't always have to talk about feelings to know that someone cares about you. I can see the way he looks at me. I can feel it when he kisses me... But... I guess I need to hear that he has feelings for me too. I need some assurance that even if Lisa comes back, he will stay with me..."

"Perhaps he needs more time to admit it out loud, but what you have in common... I think it's really big," Min admitted. "Give him more time. Or maybe you should just drag him to bed for an all-day session. Maybe then he will break," he joked to ease the heavy atmosphere. "It really works."

Taehyung looked at him, scolding him, but then he laughed, unable to stop himself.

"Come on?! It worked for me," Min replied with a shrug. "We spent all night having wild sex, and then Jimin told me he loved me. Good sex can do wonders," he continued, still laughing.

"You don't have a four-year-old son, Yoongs. When he is home, I can only dream of wild sex," Kim groaned, running a hand over his handsome face. "Recently, we were convinced that Jae is already asleep. I tied Gguk to the bed and barely finished caressing him when Jae woke up. He had a bad dream, so he woke up and came to our bedroom. I took him in my arms to calm him down, and he asked why Gguk was tied to the bed."

Yoongi laughed out loud, tossing his head back and instinctively grabbing his stomach. Only when he was able to calm his breathing did he look at his friend.

"Are you kidding?" He gasped, still laughing.

"I wish. Good thing he didn't come out earlier because I had Gguk's cock in my mouth."

"O-okay... that would be awkward."

"You don't say? I didn't know how to explain to him why Gguk was tied to the bed anyway. So I told him it was to keep him from eating at night."

"Buhahaha! I'm going to piss myself!" Min exclaimed, trying to contain another wave of laughter, and Taehyung punched him on the shoulder in response. "Ouch!" Yoongi groaned and began to quickly rub the sore spot. "I didn't think Jeon was this kinky, but if you need some space, then just say it. I'll take the little one to my place."

"Seriously?" Taehyung asked, shifting a surprised look to his friend.

"Sure. After all, I've dealt with him many times. Beloved Uncle Yoonie can take care of Jae sometimes."

It was true. When Tae and Jiwon's relationship began to crumble, Yoongi was an invaluable help. He often looked after the baby when Taehyung tattooed his clients. He could always count on him. However, once his relationship with the young businessman began to develop, he did not want to bother him and distract him from his romantic evenings with Jimin.

"It's not really a problem," the blond added quickly, seeing some hesitation in his friend's attitude. "I know you and Gguk want to enjoy each other, and besides... I prefer you to fuck him in your apartment than in my studio," he joked. "It will save life trauma not only Jae, but also me."

"Then I would gladly take this offer," saying that, Kim curved his lips into a gentle smile.

He couldn't wait to be able to be alone with Jeongguk again.

***

Jeongguk parked the car in its parking space outside The Jeon Electronics headquarters and looked into the rearview mirror. He raised a hand and slid it into his dark, soft curls. He still hadn't gone to the barber, so his hair fell slightly over his eyes in unruly waves. But he had no intention of worrying about it.

He liked its new look. He also got used to the fact that he would take off his tie immediately when he left the office. In his spare time, he often wore Tae's clothes or his old clothes that had been lying at the bottom of the wardrobe for almost three years. He only wore suits for his office, and he felt extremely good with it.

He got out of the car and closed the door, then started toward the main entrance, gently moving his hips. As he headed for the office building, he hummed under his breath one of the songs he'd been listening to on the way to the office. It was the same song that Taehyung had him sing some time ago as they were driving together in his car. At the mere mention, his lips curved into a smile. He was in a great mood today.

As he rode the elevator to the sixty-ninth floor, he tapped his fingers to the tune that was still literally on his mind. When he exited, the corridor and the main hall were empty, so he headed for his office. He was about halfway there when a loud voice suddenly crept into his ears. At first, he couldn't recognize who it was, and he couldn't interpret his words, but the man was definitely screaming. Surprised, he drew his eyebrows together and, almost as if lured by a strange spell, followed the voice.

He passed his own office and continued down the hall until he finally reached his father's office. Now he was sure the screams were coming from inside his office. Surprised, he stopped short, not knowing how to act. Even though he still couldn't make out the words through the closed door, he knew exactly who the voice belonged to. He had no doubt now that it was his father's voice, which actually shocked him even more.

There was one thing that everyone knew very well - Mr. Jeon never shouted.

Jeongguk never, ever heard his father raise his voice. He didn't scream even when one of his sons scribbled something as a little boy or even during an argument. His voice was a bit stronger, the words more chanting, but he never screamed. But now his scream pierced through the heavy wooden door.

Before Jeongguk had time to think about what he should do with this fact. His father's office door suddenly opened and a silhouette of a young man dressed in a black branded suit emerged. Seokjin closed the door behind him and turned quickly on his heel, but when he saw him, he almost stopped, as if frightened by him. He grimaced at him, then pointed to his father's office door, which was now behind him.

"If you want to live... You better not go in there now," he said quickly.

"What's happening?" Jeongguk asked, feeling completely confused.

Seokjin looked around cautiously to verify that any of the employees were not nearby, but even though there was no one in sight, he lowered his voice almost to a whisper.

"Gguk..." he began, but paused, then reached out and grabbed his brother's elbow, and after a while he pulled on him and lead Jeongguk along the empty corridor, towards his office.

He opened the door to Jeongguk's office and almost shoved him inside. He quickly followed him in and looked around the corridor again, then closed the office door and leaned back against it.

"Jin, what's going on?" The younger asked again, still confused by the strange behavior of his father and older brother.

The older Jeon pushed his body away from the door and smoothed out his combed back hair, then straightened his suit. Once he was sure he still looked presentable, he shifted his gaze to his clearly surprised brother.

"Father is upset," Seokjin said, as if that wasn't obvious enough already.

For a moment, Jeongguk wanted to laugh at his words, but seeing the concern on his face, he let the laugh die on his tongue.

"I guess that's more than obvious," he replied coldly.

Seokjin moistened his full lips and nodded in agreement, then reflexively smoothed his tie as if looking good would help him do something.

"Right," he nodded. "The point is, our father had an idea some time ago. It was supposed to be our next product, to be launched on the market next year. He wanted you to handle the entire campaign. It was supposed to be some kind of wedding gift, so he didn't tell you anything. The data for this project were saved on a pendrive," he finally began to explain. His voice was still low, as if he was afraid someone might hear them, even though they were alone in the office.

"Okaaay and...?" The younger said to encourage him to continue his story, when Seokjin fell silent.

"That pendrive disappeared," he finally confessed.

"How did it 'disappear'?" Gguk asked, his brows furrowed together.

"I do not know. Perhaps our father lost it somewhere in the house, or in the car or in his office. I told him to take a moment to review everything. After all, it is a small item. He might just have missed it..." Jin replied. "He will definitely find it."

"So why was our father screaming like that?"

Seokjin sighed loudly, and his right hand instinctively found its way to his smoothly combed, black hair, making sure all locks are in place.

"Our father is convinced that someone stole this pendrive."

"Stole? But from where? Someone broke into their house?"

"Not from home. From the company. More precisely... from his office."

"But there are cameras, security, security system... Besides, no one enters his office unattended. How could anyone steal a flash drive from his desk?" Jeongguk rationed.

It was impossible. How could anyone do that? Their father must have misplaced this disk somewhere. They have been working in a permanent, trusted group for a long time. They did not accept anyone new to the company. It was almost impossible for anyone to enter the office building unnoticed. The guests were never left alone.

"Father says that this disk was not on his desk. He hid it," Jin added.

"Where did he hide it?" The surprised brunet asked.

He had never heard or seen any secret hiding place in his father's office. Their father did have a safe, but this one was in his mansion, not in the TJE office building.

"Our father claims that this pendrive was hidden in the drawer with his ties," Jin finally revealed, and at his words, Jeongguk shifted nervously. His heart began to knock against his ribs involuntarily.

"A-and... What are you gonna do now?" He gasped, struggling to squeeze the words down his clenched throat.

His heart was beating so fast and so hard that he was afraid Seokjin might hear it. Waiting for his brother's answer, he almost prayed that his worst fears would not come true.

"If father doesn't find it, I will probably need to check the camera footage," Jin replied impassively.

He sounded bored as he said this, his hands almost involuntarily moving over his handsome face. He looked tired of what was happening today, even though the day was just getting started. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was unable to move. He kept repeating the same word as the mantra in his head.

Please, please, please...

"C-camera footage?" He repeated, feeling that his heart was about to break through the layer of muscle and bone to jump out of his chest.

"It's gonna take a while, but if someone in the company stole that flash drive... We'll find it before he knows it."

***

Ayashee:

Things get complicated again, and the ground under Jeongguk's feet is shrinking at an alarming rate.

Will Seokjin be forced to investigate the missing flash drive?

Does Taehyung have anything to do with its disappearance?

What if someone sees footage of a hot night our Taekook spent together on the top floor of TJE?

xoxo