"You told me that this will never happen again," Jungkook hisses against Taehyung's lips.

"Fuck you," Taehyung whispers and captures Jungkook's mouth in a searing kiss- heat pooling in his groin.

"I want to fuck you instead."

"Shut up." Taehyung groans when Jungkook moves his lips to trail them down his neck. Nothing feels more right than to be with Jungkook at this moment. Minho never picks him up, never kisses him in public. He never makes Taehyung feel desireable. Alive.

The sound of a siren snaps Taehyung out of the moment. He pulls his lips away from Jungkook's and stares at him in shock. "Let me down. Please."

Jungkook's eyes are wild and his lips are red from kissing. He sighs- but carefully, he puts Taehyung down on his feet.

"I shouldn't have done this. I- I was so scared because of the thunderstorm and you distracted me, so-"

"Wow. " Jungkook chuckles. "You know, I should be very offended because you just used me as a distraction- but I am not. Because I liked it. Hell, you can use me again if you want to."

Taehyung feels his cheeks heat up. He lifts his hands to Jungkook's chest and tries to push him away- but he doesn't budge. "I am sorry. I really shouldn't have ki- I don't even know what to say. This was so wrong-"

"Taehyung, it's alright. If it will make you feel better, let's just say that you did it because you were too scared of the thunder-"

"Yah! I told you that my fear was the reason. Why else?" Taehyung says stubbornly and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"Yeah, sure." Jungkook bends down and grabs their umbrellas and his bag. He hands Taehyung his stuff. "The thunderstorm is over, so it should be alright to go home now."

Taehyung feels disappointed when Jungkook starts moving. "You are leaving already?"

"Yes?" Jungkook stops in his tracks and looks at Taehyung with a puzzled expression on his face. "I am barely holding back from fucking you against the glass door. So it's better for me to leave."

Taehyung shudders because of Jungkook's words. He feels the same, wants Jungkook to take him right in front of this boutique. But he needs to be reasonable.

"Is it-" Jungkook trails off. He hesitates. "I mean, I don't want to be an asshole, you know? But I can't stop thinking about your lips and your body, and I am afraid that I won't be able to hold back anymore."

"No, yeah- you are right. You should go." Taehyung raises his head to look at the sky. "As you said- the thunderstorm is over. I am okay now."

"I should still give you a ride home. I feel bad to leave you here just like that. The temperature has dropped because of the thunderstorm. You must be cold. Let me take you home."

"It's not a good idea."

"Don't worry." Jungkook tilts his head and smiles. "I won't touch you. I promise."

"It's not you." Taehyung takes a deep breath. "I am scared that I will touch you," he admits- his voice barely a whisper, but Jungkook has obviously heard him.

"Fuck- you, you can't do this to me. Why are you saying that?"

Taehyung doesn't know why. He should just turn away and leave. He shouldn't close the distance between them.

"Stop." Jungkook points a finger at him. "If you come closer, I guarantee nothing."

Taehyung whimpers. He wants Jungkook so bad, and he is not even drunk. But he stops walking and keeps a distance from him.

"You are the fucking prettiest person I have ever seen. I am serious." Jungkook sighs. "You have no idea what you are doing to me right now."

Taehyung takes a deep breath, tries to calm himself. "Please, just go before it's too late. Don't make me cchea- even more."

"Okay." Jungkook nods. He holds Taehyung's gaze. "Can you at least tell me why Minho though?"

"No."

Jungkook's face falls. He backs away. "Alright. I am leaving. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what has happened today. Get home safe."

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When Taehyung arrives home, Hobi is in the livingroom, watching a movie. One look at his face and his best friend knows something has happened. "Hey, are you alright? What's wrong?"

Taehyung pulls his jacket off and puts his bag and umbrella on the table. He sighs and walks up to Hobi, plops next to him on the sofa. "The thunderstorm surprised me."

"Oh my God, Tae." Hobi turns to face him properly. "Are you alright? Where have you been?"

"I was outside, shopping. It came out of nowhere, and I was scared as hell," Taehung whines and runs a hand through his slightly wet hair.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"It's okay." Taehyung leans against the sofa. "I had company."

"Who?"

Taehyung curses inwardly. He shouldn't have said that. "Just someone I know- it's not worth talking about it-"

"Who?"

Taehyung knows that Hobi will freak out. He faces his friend and grimaces. "I swear, Hobi- he was just there, out of nowhere. I bumped into him when I was rushing back home and-"

"Oh- no. I know this guilty voice of yours. It can only be Jungkook. What did you do, Tae?"

"Nothing. We- I just-" Taehyung trails off with a groan. "I was so scared because of the thunderstorm, and he was there, and I needed a distraction, so-"

"Oh my God, please don't tell me you two have fucked-"

"No!" Taehyung looks at Hobi appalled- as if he hasn't thought about Jungkook fucking him senseless on his way back home. "But we kissed."

Hobi takes a deep breath. He nods. "You kissed."

"Yes."

"I suppose that's inevitable when you two meet. Though I don't believe that you just did it because of the thunderstorm. Don't bullshit me. But you kissed and-"

"I wanted him to fuck me. And I wasn't drunk," Taehyung blurts out.

"Tae, please. What the fuck?" Hobi takes Taehyung's hand and squeezes it. "I thought Minho and you are doing better now?"

"We do."

"But you are still attracted to Jungkook?"

"Why shouldn't I be anymore?" Taehyung scoffs. "He is still the same guy who walked out of my wet dreams and-"

"Please, stop." Hobi lets go of Taehyung's hand. He sighs. "Did you fall in love with Jungkook?"

"What?" Taehyung looks at him as if he has grown a second head. "No! Are you crazy? I don't know him at all!"

"Well, people fall in love on first sight and-"

"Not me," Taehyung says stubbornly, crosses his arms in front of his chest. "I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, no- this reasoning makes no sense in your case. Not after you kissed Jungkook again." Hobi holds his gaze. "Do you love Minho?"