Jungkook's apartment is big and clean. He even has a pull-up machine in the livingroom. Taehyung smiles because of that.

"Here, drink this." Jungkook comes back from the kitchen and hands Taehyung a cup of tea. They sit down at the table.

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea and glances at Jungkook. He feels butterflies in his stomach looking at him. "You seem to exercise a lot, huh?"

"Yeah- I need to keep showing off my strength, right?"

"Right." Taehyung chuckles.

"I am glad that you are doing better now. I was worried," Jungkook says and props his elbow on the table, stares at him.

Taehyung nods and takes a sip of the tea. He sighs. "I told Minho that I want to break up with him. He- lets say he didn't accept it."

"He accepts it when I will be done with him, sick fuck!" Jungkook snaps, tightening his hold on the cup.

Taehyung reaches out and places his hand on Jungkook's. "Let go, or you will break the cup."

Jungkook scoffs, but smiles at him. "I am not that strong, Taehyung," he says, but lets go of the cup and takes Taehyung's hand instead- loosely entwining their fingers.

Taehyung's pulse starts racing because of Jungkook's touch. His heartbeat picks up because of his intense eyes.

"Why did you finally break up with Minho?"

"Long story short- he was my safe place. But he isn't anymore."

Jungkook hums and rubs his thumb across Taehyung's hand. "Minho is an asshole. I could have told you that before."

"You did."

"Yeah, but you didn't listen to me."

Taehyung sighs. He watches Jungkook. Watches how he keeps rubbing his thumb across his hand. "I want to tell you everything. I want to tell you about my past."

Jungkook stops in his movement and locks eyes with Taehyung. His expression gets serious. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Taehyung pulls his hand away, misses Jungkook's touch already. "I have an abusive father. He didn't hit me- at least not often. But he talked bad about me, made me think very low about myself. He used to call me names, yelled at me- stuff like that."

"Fucking asshole." Jungkook frowns. He shoves his cup towards the edge of the table. "He deserves a good beating."

"I was very intimidated by my father- Minho he, he appeared at the right time. He protected me against my father, helped me to get out of there." Taehyung sighs- a lone tear escapes his eyes. He is tired of crying, but he can't help it. "So- Minho was a hero all of a sudden. I was very thankful and felt the need to give him something in return."

Jungkook hums, keeps looking at Taehyung with a soft expression on his face.

"We started dating and- I knew that I don't love Minho. I knew that he isn't someone I would date on other circumstances. But it was too late. And I was scared- thought it's for the best."

Jungkook scoots his chair from the table. "Come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

"But-" Taehyung tilts his head. "I am not done telling you about my miserable life story."

"I know. But you are sad, and I want you to come here. Sit on my lap."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

Taehyung scoffs, but he still gets up and moves towards Jungkook, steps in front of him. "What now?"

Jungkook smiles up at him and grabs Taehyung's wrist, pulls him on his lap.

Taehyung puts his legs around him and places his hands on Jungkook's shoulder. It's an intimate position, but Taehyung feels safe, warm. "I know that I would never fall in love with Minho," Taehyung mumbles with a pout. "I have never felt cherished by him, or attractive in his eyes."

Jungkook puts his hands on Taehyung's thighs. "I told you- he is a fucking idiot."

"Not once has he called me baby or honey, or just Tae. Always Taehyung here, Taehyung there. He never surprised me, never picked me up in his arms. He never kissed my neck or other places of my body- apart from my lips-"

"Wait." Jungkook widens his eyes at him. "You didn't have sex with him?"

"I did."

"What the- and he never kissed other parts of your body?"

"No."

"What a fucking idiot." Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's thighs. "What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe he is into girls after all. I would take hours to kiss and worship your ass alone."

"Yah." Taehyung shifts on his lap. He smiles, but hits Jungkook's shoulder playfully. "I am trying to be serious here."

"I am sorry, pretty. Please, continue."

"I have been always okay with it. I mean- I have never expected too much. I thought having a stable relationship and feeling safe should be enough." Taehyung rests his forehead against Jungkook's, whimpers when he moves his hands to his butt. "But then- you appeared. You are a gentleman slash bad boy slash pervert, but you left an impression. I don't remember meeting you in the cocktail bar, but I remembered how you made me feel. So alive. You made me feel things I have never felt before."

Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's butt and presses a soft kiss on his chin.

"You unleashed a fire in me. Everytime I see you, it's like I am drawn to you, like a magnet. It's unfair," Taehyung says with a pout.

"You-" Jungkook kisses his lips and lingers for a moment. "Do you know what's also unfair?"

Taehyung shakes his head and bites his lip when Jungkook starts kneading his butt.

"It's unfair that you are so fucking pretty. It's unfair that I haven't met you before- because I would have kicked your sick fuck of a father right in his balls. It's unfair that fucking Minho had sex with you before me."

"Jungkook-"

"It's unfair that you don't even know how precious you are. How sexy, and alluring. It's unfair that I can't get you out of my head anymore, that you are making me and my dick crazy for you- just for you."

Taehyung cups Jungkook's mouth and shifts on his lap. He smiles knowingly. "You are excited."

Jungkook scoffs against his hand and Taehyung pulls it away with a grin.

"I am a healthy, mid-twenty year old guy. How can I not get excited with your fine ass sitting on my lap, huh?"

Taehyung smiles and kisses him. He moans into Jungkook's mouth when the latter squeezes his butt more firmly.

"You told me that you come with a burden. This, the thing you told me right now- it is not a burden for me. This is a part of you. And it's okay. And you are-"

"Stop, please. Don't make me fall in love with you," Taehyung whines and juts his lip out in a pout.

"And here I thought you already are," Jungkook says with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"No!" Taehyung says stubbornly.

"No?"

"No."

Jungkook gets up with Taehyung's legs around his waist. He starts walking, carrying him towards his bedroom.

"I haven't finished my tea."

"I don't care."

"You and your muscles- you are seriously such a show off," Taehyung mumbles, though he loves Jungkook's muscles. Loves that he is so strong, carrying him around -as if Taehyung weighs nothing.

"You love my muscles"

"I do," Taehyung mumbles as Jungkook pecks his lips- gently putting him on the bed.