"What? He-" Taehyung rolls his eyes and scoffs. "That's a good one. You almost got me there. Hobi, I said I am not in the mood for jokes-"

"It is not a fucking joke, Tae! He is here!"

"Stop." Taehyung sighs and shakes his head. "Why would Jungkook be at my boyfriend's place? This makes no sense."

Hobi crosses his arms in front of his chest. He looks frustrated. Worried. "How many dinner parties have you participated in? Here? At Minho's place?"

"It's the first one, but I already know all of his boring friends, so-"

"Have you ever met his colleagues?"

"No. Why?"

"You can guess three times," Hobi says and wrinkles his nose, giving him a meaningful look.

"No." Taehyung opens his mouth in shock and shakes his head. "No."

"Yes."

"No fucking way. Jungkook is not working together with my boyfriend."

"Looks like he does. He introduced himself as Minho's colleague."

"No. You must have mistaken him. Do you even remember how Jungkook looked like or-"

"Tae, you were licking into that guy's mouth before I had the chance to drag you away. Believe me- I know it's him."

"Fuck." Now Taehyung starts panicking, too. He rubs his forehead. "That's- that's so fucked up. Such a coincidence-"

"Oh, there's someone here. I am sorry. We just want to smoke." A tall guy enters the balcony all of a sudden. "Are we disturbing you?"

"No, go ahead. The balcony is big enough for-" Taehyung trails off when his eyes fall on the other person entering the balcony. He holds his breath and grabs Hobi's arm, squeezing it hard.

"Thank you."

"You are hurting me, Tae."

"Sorry," Taehyung whispers and pulls away.

Jungkook closes the balcony door behind himself and turns his head to look at them. He drops the lighter out of his hand when his eyes fall on Taehyung.

"What is it, Kook? Are you already drunk?"

"Shut up, Mingyu," Jungkook says and bends down to pick the lighter up. "I only had one beer."

Taehyung can't avert his eyes. His heart's beating up to his neck. He can't believe Jungkook is here- at Minho's place, on his balcony. And, as if that's not enough, Jungkook looks smoking hot. He's wearing faded jeans and a white shirt, which accentuates his toned physique.

"We should go back inside. It's cold," Hobi says and grabs Taehyung's wrist, pulls him along.

"Hey, wait," Mingyu calls them with a smile. "Is one of you Minho's boyfriend by any chance?"

Taehyung curses inwardly as he turns his eyes on his boyfriend's colleague, ignoring Jungkook's eyes on him. "Yes, that's me. I am Taehyung. Nice to meet you."

Mingyu pulls out a cigarette and whistles through his teeth. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"No fucking way! I mean- Minho told us about a boyfriend, but he had never mentioned that you are that hot." Mingyu reaches for the lighter. "And don't worry. I have a girlfriend, so I am not hitting on you. But how is it even possible for Minho to get himself someone like you?"

"Thank you, I guess," Taehyung mumbles shyly and glances at Jungkook who is already staring at him, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. Taehyung hates smokers. But Jungkook looks so hot and Taehyung forces himself to avert his eyes from his piercing gaze.

"But, seriously- I mean, we have always wondered about Minho's boyfriend, right, Kook?"

Jungkook hums in return, his dark eyes still fixed on Taehyung's face, burning into him.

"It's just that Minho never told us that his boyfriend is a 10. Lucky bastard," Mingyu says with a laugh. He seems already tipsy.

Hobi clears his throat. "We should go back in-" he trails off when Mingyu's phone starts ringing loudly.

"That's my girl calling. I will be right back," Mingyu says and throws his cigarette on the ground.

Taehyung watches Minho's colleague walk back inside and turns his head, realizing that Jungkook has not averted his eyes from him. He is making him nervous.

"Okay, we should go back inside as well," Hobi says and moves towards the balcony door.

"You go inside first. I want to talk to Taehyung for a second," Jungkook suddenly says- his voice low.

"Yeah- no. That's not going to happen." Hobi pulls Taehyung along. "I know who you are. I won't leave you two on your own. So- forget it."

Jungkook chuckles and takes another drag of his cigarette. "We are adults. I don't think Taehyung needs a babysitter."

"Yeah?" Hobi scoffs and lets go of Taehyung. "I think you both need a babysitter. Because I saw you shoving your tongue down my friend's throat last week in a bar- although Taehyung has a fucking boyfriend, who is also your colleague, by the way."

"Calm down." Taehyung cups Hobi's elbow and turns him around. "Go inside. I am okay. I will be with you in a bit."

"What the- no, Tae. No."

Jungkook scoffs and turns around, looking at the city.

"Hobi, seriously. Stop making a fuss! I will not do anything weird on my boyfriend's balcony," Taehyung says. He whispers the last part, hoping Jungkook doesn't hear him.

"Fine. I will give you five minutes. That's it," Hobi snaps before walking inside.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and rubs his hands together nervously. He stares at Jungkook's broad back and takes a moment to admire his firm butt. Taehyung sighs and starts moving when Jungkook turns around. He gives Taehyung a once-over and stares at him with an expression that makes it hard for Taehyung to breathe. "Smoking is not good for your health."

"I know."

"Why are you doing it then?"

"I am annoyed."

Taehyung tries not to stare at Jungkook's lips. He forces himself not to think about the kiss, about Jungkook's strong arm around his waist, about the sensation he has felt."Why are you annoyed?"

Jungkook stubs his cigarette out on the railing. "Why are you dating Minho?"

"I am not dating him. He is my boyfriend."

Jungkook curses under his breath and closes the distance- their shoes almost touching. "Minho is my colleague of two years. No offense- but he is boring as fuck. I am sure he doesn't know how to handle you, how to touch you right. I bet he is scheduling your sex life."

Taehyung shivers under his gaze. And he knows that he is blushing because Jungkook has hit the nail right on the head. Taehyung glares at him. "Who do you think you are, talking about my sex life, huh?" he asks, stubbornly jutting his chin out. Jungkook leans in and Taehyung watches him carefully- sees the desire in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that if you don't want me to do things to you on your boyfriend's balcony."

Taehyung gulps, but draws back a little- afraid that Jungkook could kiss him, afraid that he could kiss Jungkook back. "You wanted to talk to me. What is it?"

"Why Minho? You are not compatible with him."

"Seriously?" Taehyung scoffs and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"You don't know me. We saw each other once, twice. Don't talk like you know me."

"I know your boyfriend. That's enough."

"Okay, you know what? If you just wanted me to stay here to insult my boyfriend then-" Taehyung trails off when Jungkook pulls out another cigarette, putting it between his lips. "Another one? Stop smoking."

"I told you I am annoyed," Jungkook mumbles, looking for the lighter.

Without thinking, Taehyung closes the distance and boldy snatches the cigarette out of Jungkook's mouth, throws it over the railing.

Jungkook catches Taehyung's wrist when he is about to step back. "Why did you do that?"

"I hate smokers," Taehyung says, his heart rate speeds up at Jungkook's simple touch.

"Why? It's not like we will kiss- right?"

This story is going to be hot and sexy...so stay tunes and keep supporting me....