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"Um, sorry?" Jungkook says as he looks at the man behind the glass who stares back at him, looking like he's expecting an answer.
"Are you a resident here?" the man repeats what he said in Korean in slightly accented English, mumbling something afterwards which makes it sound less like a question; and this time he doesn't wait for an answer, seeming like he already concluded it on his own.
"Uh, no. No, I'm here on vacation," Jungkook answers with a polite smile anyway, although nobody is looking at him anymore—the man behind the glass too busy entering his information into the computer.
He feels like he just disappointed someone. The man? The president of South Korea? God? But he doesn't let himself mull over it too much and picks up his hand luggage after the man returns him his passport, to go and wait for the suitcase.
The airport is as busy as one would expect—people in queues everywhere, checking-in, wrapping their suitcases in protective plastic wrap and handing it over; or saying goodbyes and hellos to their loved ones, sitting in cafes or shopping for gifts.
The usual.
It's his first time here. In the country where he was born. From where he was adopted by a rich family in the west. Korean born, American raised. Half of his identity here and half there—neither enough wherever he was in either country.
He thought that it would be different—at least now when he grew up and didn't need the assurance of his loving parents that he belonged, and that the kids at the beach who ruined his sand castle were just jealous and raised poorly.
He thought that at least here he wouldn't be treated like an outsider but his hopes were dispelled after the very landing it seems, since everyone assumed he knew Korean and proceeded to talk to him in the language, only to be taken aback by his lack of it.
Even foreigners like himself tried to ask him for directions and such, changing their faces to a disappointed one when he told them with an apologetic expression that he was a visitor himself, and that he doesn't know Korean.
Maybe he should've learnt it. Maybe he should have memorized more than five basic sentences which helped him know where the restroom, food and exit are. Maybe he shouldn't have been such a disappointment to his birth country, but it is what it is. He can't go back now and he'll manage somehow, he thinks as he opens the Papago app and proceeds down the hallway of the airport.
Two hours later
He lets his body fall onto the soft bed as he finally enters his hotel room, his muscles tired after a long flight and his brain fuzzy from not hearing a single English word since he left the airport.
It's been a few hours. Few hours of more embarrassing encounters with strangers who tell him five long sentences in Korean before he has the chance to tell them that he didn't understand shit—which gets followed by a frown and a slow, open-mouthed nod, finally showing that they have understood the situation.
Jungkook would apologize in Korean every time as one of the few things he knew how to say, and sometimes that would provoke a confused look from his interlocutor, probably wondering whether he was playing with them and actually knew the language.
What can he say. He knows five sentences but damn, did he practice them well.
He figures that it's better to rest for today, seeing as it is already afternoon, and proceeds to take a nap in the same position he landed in when he first entered the room.
Jet lag is a bitch, and he might as well be well-rested for tonight—for a trip to one of the numerous clubs in the world-famous Itaewon.
When he finally opens his eyes a few hours later, the sun is already setting behind the many buildings seen through the hotel's windows—casting an amber ray between the almost fully closed curtains—and right onto his face.
He blinks a few times before he realizes where he is again, takes his phone to check the time and promptly blinds himself with the light—good, 9 p.m.—and with a loud groan rolls over on his back.
Ah, that's a nice ceiling.
He gets into a sitting position to rub his face and get rid of any possible drool, and when he looks around the room, trying to observe the interior even though he is not able to appreciate it much right now—his stomach growls, reminding him of the prolonged absence of food in it.
As if on cue, his eyes land on the room service menu by phone and his pupils widen with hope.
Please let there be English in there.
He already takes his phone as his current most trusting friend, suddenly too hungry to rely on his poor Korean skills, but as he flips through the menu, he realises that there won't be any problems this time.
God bless the people managing this hotel.
He chooses a dish where there's no spicy warning (he grew up American, okay? ) and some wine to begin the night, and then presses the room service button.
A pleasant lady answers, as expected, speaking in Korean.
"Uh, hello. Room...six, one, three?" Yeah, he doesn't know how to count over 20. "Seafood fried rice and...a bottle of Pinot noir," he clears his throat after he says everything, feeling like he just gave a whole presentation in front of the highest ranking South Korean diplomats.
There's a pause on the other end, making him a little anxious because he cannot go through that again, come on.
But luckily, the lady on the other end says something—which he obviously doesn't understand but which sounds like a generic line—and as she finishes with a goodbye, he is pretty certain that he nailed it.
"Yes, goodbye," he hangs up and falls back onto the bed, letting a long sigh out.
Okay, he's got this.
He decides to take a shower as he waits for the food, washing away the tension in his muscles and haziness in his mind.
The food comes quicker than he thought and he manages to finish his shower just in time, throwing on a robe before answering the door.
“Hello,” he says as he opens the door in room slippers and with water dripping down the ends of his hair, prompting a shy glance before the man at the door ducks his head and politely greets him back.
Jungkook allows him to push the trolley inside the room and prepares to pay. The man doesn’t lift his head up until the end of their exchange, but Jungkook doesn't think much of it. His ears are pink though. Maybe he’s not feeling well.
He pays the price he remembers from the menu and gives a generous tip with it, making the room service server stutter as he leaves, with a face even more red than before.
Jungkook hopes he gets some rest soon.
He eats his meal as he scrolls through the possible places he could go to tonight, the ones which don’t require reservations because he’s not dealing with that, and decides on the one only a short car ride away.
He manages to get a taxi and gives directions without much difficulty (he prepared for this one) and after a few minutes, he arrives at the club, adding to the crowd in front of it.
The guy at the door gives him a once-over when he makes it to the entrance, making Jungkook sigh in preparation to struggle with Korean again. But then the guy checks the time on his watch, and without a word, lets him in.
There is upbeat music filling the place as he enters, typical EDM club music which he doesn't mind—can dance to—but it’s not the first thing he'd play on his own. It’s a Friday night so there's a lot of people, steadily filling the club even more after he sits at the bar, choosing it as a good spot for the night. He has a good view of the place from there, and it quickly becomes comfortable and familiar.
The people are dressed casually, but still well, and he's glad that he chose an outfit which fits him right in—a black shirt with few top buttons popped open for some ventilation, and simple black pants which give his legs enough room to breathe but still show off his sculpted muscles.
He could’ve gone to a more high-end place like the ones in Gangnam, where people of his class and financial status probably do. But he’s not looking for that. He’s looking for a more natural, raw atmosphere where nobody knows who you are—nobody cares, probably—and looking at the scenery before him, he thinks that he’s come to the right place.
Sweaty bodies mingling on the dance floor and around tables; skin on skin where the crowd is a little denser; short sleeves and even shorter dresses mincing in heels taller than the glasses in their hands. Everyone's high on either energy or alcohol and other vices as they move to the music beating into their eardrums, hiding their dilated pupils in the darkness sprayed by the colorful club lights.
It's a real picture of a wild nightlife.
The bartender turns to him soon since he's easy to spot at the fairly empty bar, and Jungkook orders a whiskey, playing it safe. Whiskey is universal after all, right?
He wishes he remembers how to say ice but with an atmosphere like this, he's sure that even drinking it straight won't be a problem.
He turns to the dance floor again, leaning onto the bar with his elbow and slowly sipping on the drink.
In his peripheral view, he sees two girls eyeing him from a table a few meters away, looking quite unsubtle about it. He doesn’t mind, he knows he looks good. But there is a tiny potential problem with their interaction which already makes him stop thinking about anything more than basic introductions, and if he’s being honest—makes him pretty uninterested.
He gives them a look to let them know that he acknowledged them before averting his eyes and continuing to enjoy the mood.
The girls eventually approach him, however, little by little, being more subtle than they were in their staring a few moments ago, which Jungkook can’t help but find a little ridiculous.
“Hello,” they say with a smile once they're in the hearing range, and Jungkook greets them back, his eyes staying on their faces, not bothering to look at what he has already seen from afar. They’re pretty, in an average—boring way, if he's being honest—wearing enough makeup to cover up their flaws and something club-appropriate; not too skimpy, not too covered, but Jungkook gets the overall picture.
They say something Jungkook barely understands as a flirty invitation to join them, which only confirms his previous assumption.
“Ah, sorry, I don’t speak Korean really well,” he says, one of the lines he learned first, specifically for these occasions.
The girl who asked him makes a slightly surprised face, turning to the other one to exchange a few looks which Jungkook can already tell mean only one thing; and with a polite but slightly disappointed face they say their goodbyes and turn around, making their way to the other end of the club.
Well, flirting requires some kind of communication, he supposes. And with him barely knowing any Korean, and them apparently not knowing any English either—that would not go very smoothly.
He heard that Itaewon was frequented by foreigners and people aiming to meet foreigners, but seeing how they approached the most Korean-looking (actually Korean) guy and changed their mind after finding out that he’s not, in fact, fluent in the language, they probably weren’t of that type.
Before he completely stops thinking about the encounter, he realises that he might have sounded as if he has turned them down (maybe that was a code for being uninterested which he didn’t know about—yikes in that case). But honestly he’s not sure whether he’s up for entertaining two girls tonight, especially without proper communication.
He barely gets a chance to turn back to the bar and sip his whiskey without the colorful floor lights blinding him (too much), when a person slides onto the stool next to him.
Jungkook opens his mouth to politely greet the stranger and then say the same thing he said to those girls a few moments ago, but his mouth betrays him when he catches a glimpse of the other person, making him do a double take.
The first thing that catches his eyes are thin but proportionately muscular arms which stretch to call the bartender over, tanned and glimmering in the dim light of the club—looking smoother than the granite bar top. His eyes trail over them upwards, arriving at equally beautiful and dewy shoulders which carry two thin straps of a silk lilac top. It falls over the person's frame like melted gold, showing a bit of flat chest, and a thin gold chain hanging in the center.
He dares to turn on his bar stool a little and get a better look of the person’s backside while they’re ordering a drink and oh...the top’s backless—showing off the continuation of the honey-like skin, a few beauty marks scattered over it as the shoulder blades protrude through.
And the booty.
There’s proof of it being ample in the way it’s spilling over the bar stool, filling every crevice in the pale high-waisted jeans which the silky top is tucked into, looking like it fits perfectly into a pair of hands.
The drink arrives—something reddish with an orange peel as decoration—shifting Jungkook’s attention to the neatly done nails and jewels adorning the stranger’s long delicate fingers, which pick the glass up and bring it to the person’s mouth.
The glass gets pressed against their plush lips for one short sip, followed by a slick tongue peeking out and licking away the wetness before the—now Jungkook sees—heart-shaped lips make their full appearance, and curl into a slight, amused smile.
“Hello,” the stranger says, snapping Jungkook out of his not-very-subtle ogle (oh how the tables have turned), and making him choke on his breath when he finally takes in the person’s whole face.
Gorgeous is the first word that comes to his mind.
The charming smile joins a beautifully arched nose and two kittenish eyes above high cheekbones, creating a perfect harmony on a diamond-shaped face. Curly caramel hair frames it, giving the otherwise sensual look a tad of a cuteness, which goes well with the playful and flirty air they give off.
"Hello," he shamelessly greets back, smirking with confidence and watching the slow movement of the other's long lashes as they observe him, looking like they're not disappointed for approaching.
The smile stays on the stranger’s face as they turn towards the bar to take another sip of the amber drink, and Jungkook realizes that they’re expecting him to continue. Jungkook thinks that it’s a little unfair since they were the one who came to him, but he has already made his move by showing his very obvious interest and blatantly checking them out, so he can’t really complain. It’s not like he wouldn’t start a conversation with them. He just doesn’t know how to flirt in Korean.
With a beauty like this, however, it’s worth a try.
“I’m Jungkook,” he says with a slight nod, returning the other’s attention on him. “And I don’t speak Korean well,” he adds with a regretful smile, supposing that it’s better to get everything out into the open before they proceed, so they can leave in case they want. But at least this time he gave them his name, so hopefully it doesn't get misunderstood as lack of interest.
The person seems a bit taken aback, probably for the same reason as the girls before, but after placing the drink back on the bar top, looking like they’re reconsidering something, they turn properly towards Jungkook, offering another, wider smile.
“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you, Jungkook-ssi,” they say in a deep voice, silky as the top they’re wearing, and now it’s Jungkook’s turn to be surprised, not having expected that after the much brighter Hello.
Taehyung, that’s a guy’s name, right? he briefly thinks to himself, not really caring but not wanting to offend them in case he’s wrong.
“I don’t speak English...well,” Taehyung shyly adds, prompting Jungkook to make a surprised face at the equal attempt at the language he doesn’t speak; but it soon turns into a regretful one because this is probably where they part ways.
“Sorry,” he says, even though it’s not really the most natural response to what Taehyung just said. But it’s the only appropriate thing he knows how to say at the moment.
He takes one last sip of his whiskey, expecting to see an empty bar stool next to him once he looks in Taehyung’s direction again. But when he places the empty glass down onto the bar and turns his head to the side, Taehyung is still sitting next to him with a neutral look on his face, swirling the drink in his glass and biting his lip in thought.
He’s beautiful, Jungkook thinks, trying to carve the picture of his wild locks and perfect eyebrows which peek underneath into his brain, maybe so he can later attempt to recreate something similar to his beauty in his paintings.
It’s getting a little awkward because Jungkook cannot not look at him, but every time Taehyung catches him staring he feels like a criminal, and it’s already been too many times for him not to have to shift his eyes elsewhere.
Luckily, Taehyung breaks the repetitiveness by finishing his drink in one large gulp, and without even placing the glass down, calls the bartender over.
“Whiskey ?” he asks Jungkook with an arched eyebrow before the bartender arrives, and Jungkook nods without thinking, too startled by the question to realise that Taehyung ordered for him.
The drinks arrive quickly, and Taehyung places the whiskey in front of Jungkook, raising his own glass as cheers.
Jungkook does the same, surprised when he finds ice floating in his glass, but thankful nevertheless.
They each take a few sips, continuing the silence from before, but after Jungkook takes one particular sip—almost choking on it when he makes eye-contact with Taehyung over the rim of his glass—Taehyung starts saying something.
There are pauses between his words, probably his way of trying to check whether Jungkook understands him—which of course he doesn’t —so he only leans in and squints his eyes, as if hearing better and having Taehyung’s hot breath on his neck will somehow enhance his comprehension.
“Uh, you- do this...ah...job!” Taehyung seems to remember the word in English after a few attempts, and Jungkook makes a noise of understanding, smiling to himself a little when Taehyung almost jumps with happiness from getting his message across.
“Um, artist...painter,” Jungkook says, trying to mimic holding a brush and making strokes, probably looking ridiculous to an onlooker. But he couldn’t care less because it seems to amuse Taehyung, whose smile doesn’t falter for one second.
“Ah! Bob Ross!” he says with a wide-eyed expression, and Jungkook nods, chuckling at the comparison—never having thought that someone would think of the famous Happy Painter whilst meeting him.
“You look like Bob Ross more than I do right now,” Jungkook says with a smile as he makes an obvious look at Taehyung’s hair, and Taehyung gives him a confused one in return, his head tilting adorably. Jungkook realises a minute too late that it might’ve sounded like he was making fun of his look, but Taehyung smiles again after a moment, probably understanding what Jungkook said even without translation, showing his pearly whites in a perfect rectangle as his eyes disappear into thin crescents.
Wow.
Jungkook realises that he's staring again when Taehyung gives him a curious look, snapping him out of it.
"I, uh, what do you do? Your job?" he asks, and Taehyung puts a finger on his chin, probably thinking about how to answer.
"Hair," he says and brings his hands to his hair to fluff it up a little, making it bounce. "And model...a little ," he adds, making a gesture with his fingers by pinching the air and squinting with one eye.
Ah, a hairdresser and a model. Jungkook can definitely see that.
"That's...amazing," he genuinely smiles as he makes an awkward thumbs up with one hand, and Taehyung mouths a Thank you in Korean as a response, looking towards his glass almost shyly before taking a sip.
They drink their second drink in a pleasant silence now—inching closer to each other despite the unmovable bar stools and giving each other seductive glances...or at least Taehyung is doing a pretty damn good job, and Jungkook hopes he doesn't look too bad either.
As they drain their glasses, feeling pleasantly buzzed and more relaxed, Taehyung says something in Korean, jerking his head towards the dance floor.
"Yes?" Jungkook asks without much thinking, which Taehyung probably understands as an answer rather than a question, but as Taehyung slides off his seat and unnecessarily pulls his pants up higher because they were already sitting perfectly on him—Jungkook thinks that he would rather nail his foot to the floor than not accept the invitation.
Taehyung takes his hand and pulls him up from his seat, making Jungkook almost fall onto his face from not looking where he's stepping but at the siren before him; and with a mischievous smile Taehyung slides his fingers off and starts disappearing into the crowd, already swaying to the music.
Slower music starts playing as Jungkook tries to keep up with Taehyung, following the daring glint in his eyes like the North Star, not wanting to lose him in the growing sea of people.
Taehyung turns every now and then to smirk at him—keep him wanting more with that golden skin of his, make him want to see more of it. And Jungkook chuckles to himself as he swims through, getting closer and closer to his island.
So he wants to play.
Taehyung stops when he reaches the middle of the crowd—a place where you don't know where one person's body ends and the other one's starts; where the music is the loudest and lights the brightest; the view—the prettiest. And Jungkook watches him sway to the music with closed eyes and loose limbs, following—almost as if controlling the rhythm.
He debates whether to approach him or observe a little longer; but just before Taehyung turns around to spot him, Jungkook hides behind the crowd, choosing another path.
He chuckles as he watches Taehyung's expression turn from playful to confused, obviously having expected to find Jungkook right behind him. But as much as it’s fun to watch him like this, circling him like a prey and hiding in the dark—he would rather see that pretty face up close.
"Gotcha," he blows against Taehyung's ear when he finally reaches him, sliding a finger down his arm to gently take his hand, and Taehyung abruptly turns around with a gasp, almost bumping their noses together.
His confusion melts into delight when he sees Jungkook, but it would be safe to say that Jungkook is the stupefied one. This close he can see all the little details on Taehyung’s face which he has previously been unable to; make out the little freckles Taehyung has on his face even in the darkness (the one on his cherry lips looks particularly inviting), and as he connects them like stars on the night sky, he arrives at Taehyung’s eyes, round and dark, a little dazed.
Before he drowns in the depth of them, Jungkook realises how close they are standing to each other, and promptly moves away as much as the crowd allows him to, not wanting to make Taehyung uncomfortable.
It’s short-lived, however, because Taehyung immediately closes that distance by slipping his fingers behind the waistband of Jungkook's pants and pulling him almost flush against him—sending a wave of heat down Jungkook’s belly.
Even though reluctantly, Jungkook quickly looks away from Taehyung’s face to see if anyone is giving them odd looks, because he’s aware that this isn’t that kind of club and that there are no two other men this close to each other. Unless…
Unless he was the one in the wrong and Taehyung is a– nope, definitely a guy, Jungkook confirms when Taehyung pulls him even closer, connecting the fronts of their bodies from chest to crotch.
"Run...don’t," Taehyung says with a pouty frown, and Jungkook is slightly overwhelmed with the number of emotions he's feeling right now, but he finds it in himself to nod.
It’s pretty dark anyway, and Taehyung is more beautiful than half of the girls he’s ever seen, so maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe people can't see—or don't actually care—and maybe he should focus more on what Taehyung is doing, because he is definitely up to no good.
“I won’t,” he says to confirm, and make Taehyung get his hands out of his pants; which is exactly what he does, smiling mischievously—only to grab Jungkook's hands this time and place them on his hips once he turns around, leaning against Jungkook and pressing their bodies together again.
Jungkook squeezes the protruding bones covered in soft flesh when Taehyung starts swaying his hips again, rubbing his plump ass against his crotch, making it extra difficult for him not to pop a chub in an obviously public place.
“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunts into Taehyung's ear, burying his face into his fluffy hair to cover his pained expression.
He smells nice, Jungkook notices as he noses from his neck to his clavicle, making Taehyung's hips stutter and bump a little harder against his growing bulge. It's something elegant, soothing and gentle to his nose, but he can smell a hint of strawberry below it, probably his body wash.
"Smell so good," he mumbles, not even aware that the thought slipped from his lips until Taehyung bares his neck even further, resting his head back on Jungkook's shoulder.
He starts swaying his body in tandem with Taehyung's, not caring that his mild erection is rubbing against his ass. And Taehyung doesn't seem to mind it either for that matter, because he hooks a hand back around Jungkook's neck, and turns his head to look at him.
His eyes are hazy and lidded, mouth slightly open in what seems like a neverending moan—full and bitten, mere millimeters away from Jungkook's.
It's so tempting to taste him, drink the sweet juice from his lips mixed with the scent of alcohol from earlier. But Jungkook decides that it's too early for that—there is still plenty of time for teasing.
He splays his hands over Taehyung's lean stomach and slides upwards, feeling how small his waist is with the ends of his palms; and he doesn't stop until he feels two small buds under his fingers, hard and perfectly noticeable below the thin fabric.
Taehyung's body twitches as Jungkook slides each fingertip over them as slowly as possible, applying some pressure but not enough to cause any pain. He drags his hands back down, pulling Taehyung impossibly closer as he rocks their bodies together to the music, feeling every breath Taehyung takes as he places his hands into their previous position on his hips.
But Jungkook doesn't stop there.
He sneaks two fingers of each hand below Taehyung's shirt and into his pants—under the soft underwear he can feel against his fingers, gently petting his V-line. It's a payback for before, for making him this fucking hard, and it seems to be working because Taehyung harshly grabs the back of Jungkook's hair, and squeezes his eyes shut in what Jungkook can only suppose is a real moan.
It makes his pupils dilate with desire because he's dying to hear it too, but the music is too loud for that right now, so he'll have to save that thought for later.
He doesn't even realise that he's pushing his fingers further below the soft fabric, grazing the beginning of Taehyung's neatly shaved patch of pubic hair; not until Taehyung abruptly turns around and stops him, looking absolutely ruined.
Jungkook's probably no better—or at least he feels that way—but he has enough composure to tuck the escaped strand of Taehyung's hair behind his ear and reveal the blush hiding behind it, evident even in the dark.
The crowd continues dancing around them as they stand still in front of each other, feeling like time has stopped just for the two of them.
No words are needed when Taehyung lowers his eyes to Jungkook's lips and he follows suit—speaking a language they both seem to understand. Jungkook presses his thumb over that little beauty mark on Taehyung's lower lip which he has been itching to kiss since earlier, and he doesn't even have to make Taehyung open his mouth before he obscenely does so, gazing at him with club lights reflected in his eyes.
"Fuck, you're so...so everything," he says frowning, almost angrily, tracing Taehyung's lips with his finger and leaning closer, following the hot breaths hitting his skin to their source. "Like the prettiest picture I've yet to paint."
He doesn't expect Taehyung to understand any of that—doesn't need him to—just wants to keep feeling the warmth of his skin as he finally presses their lips together, breathing out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
He's soft, every part of him that he has touched feels like it has been covered in velvet, and he can't stop—can't stop himself from cupping Taehyung’s face with one hand and sliding the other one down his neck, shoulder; trailing his fingers down his naked spine and back up.
He'd touch more if more was uncovered, but for now he's going to satisfy himself by kissing the sugar off Taehyung's lips and savouring it like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.
Taehyung has his hands on Jungkook's chest, creasing the thin fabric of his shirt and scratching his collarbones, looking like he's melting right there against him. He opens his mouth to take a deeper breath—one that is not stolen by Jungkook—and Jungkook takes it as a chance to slip his tongue inside and ravish the smooth skin of his mouth.
A moan vibrates against his lips as he tickles Taehyung's palate, trying to bring his tongue into his mouth to suck on it. But at that point Taehyung pushes him slightly away, barely managing to disconnect their lips.
Jungkook snaps out of it too, fearing that he has crossed a line; and as he takes in the picture of a heaving Taehyung, with tears barely staying in the corners of his eyes—he panics, immediately leaning closer to see what's wrong.
"Hey, hey," he takes Taehyung's hands which are fisting his shirt, seeming like he's both pushing away and not wanting to let go. "Are you okay? Did I do something– "
He gets cut off when Taehyung grabs his hand and starts leading him out of the crowd, making him even more confused; but he allows himself to get dragged to a place with less people and where the music is not as loud as in the rest of the club, and when Jungkook raises his head, he sees the toilet sign on the door.
He gives Taehyung a questioning look even though he can already assume what this implies if he's thinking of the best-case scenario, but before he is able to speak, Taehyung pushes him inside and against a wall, continuing where they left off.
Now it's Jungkook's turn to groan from how aggressive Taehyung suddenly is—desperate with his tongue as he is with his hands, which roam all over Jungkook's body, seeming like they're searching for something they won't find.
Jungkook reciprocates just as eagerly, even more aroused now that he gets to hear all the lovely sounds coming from Taehyung's mouth; but as Taehyung gets his hands on his pants and starts unbuckling his belt—Jungkook remembers where they are and tries to stop him.
"Mm Taehyung– mh, wait...we can't– " he mumbles between kisses, trying to get away which proves to be so damn hard when Taehyung is the one you're kissing. But he finds it in himself to stop with one last big smooch, taking Taehyung by the shoulders to make him stay in place.
"Doll, I'm not fucking you in a shitty club toilet," he says as he tries to convey the words with his gaze, because he can't explain how he wants to unwrap him like a present on a Christmas morning, unveil him like his most prized painting in a gallery, and explore him like an traveller charting a new territory.
But Taehyung simply stares at him with big puppy eyes which look almost betrayed, making it so hard for Jungkook not to say fuck it and devour him right then and there.
"Hotel. Do you want to uhh...go to a hotel room? My," he asks, lucky that his brain still functions enough to remember some basic Korean. But as Taehyung gives him a cautious look he starts fearing that he asked him something like Do you want to eat hotel slippers?
Or maybe it just sounds too shady.
After a few moments of biting his lips and playing with the buttons of Jungkook's shirt, Taehyung says something Jungkook would give his right leg to understand; but luckily, he gets a nod before he resorts to such measures.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
“Yea.”
With that agreement they leave the club—Jungkook doing his best to calm the boner in his pants so he doesn't get arrested or something—and after a short ride (during which they barely keep their hands off each other's thighs), and some awkward explaining to the hotel receptionist, they finally get to the elevator leading to Jungkook’s floor.
They are alone in there, exchanging impatient glances with each other (and the camera in the corner of the metal box), fiddling with their fingers which suddenly don’t know a place other than each other’s body, breathing through their mouth like they just ran a marathon. The horrible elevator music does nothing to subside their lust for each other, and all it takes them is a slightly longer gaze to risk it all and lurch towards each other into a hungry, messy kiss which could outshine the famous kiss from The Notebook any day—
And which, of course, doesn’t happen—because at that moment the elevator dings open, making them both flinch and pull back.
Luckily, it is late enough for people to be around in the hallways, so with red cheeks they hurry to Jungkook’s room, and after fiddling with the door more than they should, stumble inside.
They barely even take off their shoes (three out of four definitely do not land by the entrance) before their hands are on each other again, scrambling towards the bed.
Once they’re in front of it, however, Jungkook takes Taehyung’s hands to stop him from undressing them too quickly, remembering why he brought them here in the first place.
Taehyung gives him a confused look as he gazes into his eyes, and as he opens his mouth to say something, Jungkook presses Taehyung's finger over his lips, shushing him.
"Shh, doll."
Taehyung’s eyes widen as Jungkook trails kisses over the back of his hand, all the way up to where Taehyung’s finger is connected to his lips; but instead of replacing it with his own—he kisses the corners of Taehyung’s mouth, his cheeks, that little mole on the tip of his nose—slowly letting go of Taehyung’s hands so he can thread his fingers into his hair and hold him while he plants more kisses onto his skin.
Taehyung breathes out soft hums of content as Jungkook goes lower—licks behind his ear and gently nips the thin skin of his neck—making him all but melt in his hold.
He bites the strap of Taehyung's top and lets it slip off, revealing more golden skin to rest his eyes on.
“Like honey,” he whispers against Taehyung’s lips, making him open his eyes just in time for a kiss.
It’s a soft one this time, slowly rousing Taehyung from his daze, and Jungkook disconnects their lips just for a moment to lower them both on the bed, pulling Taehyung over him and letting him settle on top with his knees on each side of his thighs.
The image of him right now is thoroughly sinful. Eyes lidded, lips bitten, hair a bigger mess than before, falling over his features like soft feathers.
The shirt has lowered enough to fully reveal his chest, making him look like those ancient, godlike sculptures enveloped in silk scarves.
It all both combines and contrasts perfectly with his perky ass raised up above Jungkook's crotch as they kiss, and he doesn’t waste any more time before grabbing it with both hands, and pressing their bodies together.
Taehyung’s gasps into his mouth when he starts rocking their hips together, and Jungkook takes it as an opportunity to wrap his lips around his tongue once again, now without anyone around to make him shy. He sucks on it while grinding their erections against each other—holding Taehyung’s head with one hand, and massaging his cleft with the other.
Despite Taehyung’s desperate whines he lets go only as he flips them over again, hovering over Taehyung with lust in his eyes.
“So it’s your tongue that’s sensitive,” he notes out-loud as he continues kissing down an overwhelmed Taehyung’s neck, slowly lowering his shirt until he reaches his nipples. Taehyung squeaks as Jungkook wets them both, tangling his hair with his long fingers and accidentally scratching his scalp—but it only serves to fire Jungkook up even more—make him crave more.
As he gets his hands on Taehyung’s jeans and goes to unbutton them, Taehyung suddenly starts wiggling out of his reach.
“W-wait,” he says, adding something more in Korean which Jungkook can only dumbly blink at. But then Taehyung does something which makes Jungkook malfunction—makes the whole machinery that is his brain short-circuit and his heart almost explode—
He connects his fingers in a circle and brings them in front of his open mouth where his tongue is peeking out, indicating only one thing Jungkook can think of.
“I- “ he chokes out, “I don’t think I’ll survive tonight.”
Taehyung tilts his head confusedly at that, and Jungkook quickly shakes his head, hurrying to cover what he just spat out without thinking.
“I mean, yes. Anything– me, you, whatever you wa- “
His rambling gets interrupted as Taehyung crawls over to him and starts unbuttoning his shirt from the middle downwards and pulling it out of his pants, revealing his well-defined abs and a prominent v-line. Taehyung glances up at Jungkook with wide eyes as he licks over his navel, occupying his gaze as he works on his pants with swift fingers. He doesn’t waste any time before he pulls on the waistband, indicating that he wants the pants completely off—and Jungkook willingly complies, lifting his hips so he can slide them down, gasping silently when he realises that Taehyung has grabbed his underwear as well.
His cock springs free, hitting the cooler air and making him hiss, but Taehyung immediately takes it into his hand, enveloping it in warmth. He latches onto the underside, kissing along the length of it, and his lips somehow feel even softer than while they were kissing, making Jungkook close his eyes in complete bliss.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he mumbles as Taehyung jerks him off with sticky fingers and focuses on his balls, taking them into his mouth and pulling the thin skin with his lips every now and then.
It doesn’t take him long to open his eyes again because with such a view—how could he miss it—and while watching Taehyung suck the soul out of him he finds it in himself to unbutton the rest of his shirt, suddenly feeling hot.
Were his eyelashes that long, he thinks while watching Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter as he takes him whole, pausing when the cockhead hits the back of his mouth to swallow a few times.
“Ugh, fuck- “
At this rate he’s going to come even before Taehyung has taken any of his clothes off—which he doesn’t appreciate—always being the one who thinks about his partner first in these situations.
“Doll, d- Taehyung…-ssi,” he says, feeling weird for suddenly using honorifics in this situation (he doesn’t even know his age for god’s sake), but he needs to get his attention somehow.
It seems to be working, however, because Taehyung looks at him curiously, wide-eyed and beautiful, and Jungkook almost gets lost in the sparkle of his eyes again before he shakes his head to remember what he was about to say.
"How...how old are you? How um...age?" he asks, and Taehyung blinks at him before saying something which Jungkook supposes is the answer. But as he said. He's not good with numbers.
Taehyung seems to have understood that too, so he sits back on his legs and raises his hands, one showing a two and the other a four.
Oh, twenty-four. He’s younger.
“So, that makes me your um...hyung?” Jungkook says while pointing at himself, receiving a bright expression and a nod from Taehyung who waits for him to continue. And Jungkook does open his mouth to do just that, but at this point it’s obvious that it’s pointless to explain how he really really wants to eat him out, and decides that it’s better to show him.
He leans forward and places his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders, slowly switching their positions. Taehyung cooperates, watching in amusement as Jungkook manhandles him down onto the bed, his eyes not leaving him for a moment.
He motions for Taehyung to raise his arms so he can slide his shirt off completely, and fuck is that a bellybutton piercing? A tiny purple heart snuggled in the centre of his tummy, so adorably that it's no wonder Jungkook didn't feel it earlier.
“Fuck, maybe you’ll be the one who won’t survive tonight,” he groans as he gets down between Taehyung’s thighs to trail kisses down his chest and stomach, not forgetting to tease his little pebbles.
“Ouh, hyung,” Taehyung whines when Jungkook pinches his nipples a bit harder, locking Jungkook with his thighs in surprise and making him chuckle.
“We’re only starting, doll. Be patient.”
He places his hands over his sides then—where he’s the softest—to squeeze, and kisses the centre of his tummy, over the piercing, before sliding the hands down and finally getting to his pants.
Soft lacy border falls into his view when he pops the button open, and as he pulls the denim down, he sees the light purple cotton enveloping Taehyung's erection, and promptly growls.
"Christ," he bites his lip as he hastily pulls the rest off, leaving Taehyung only in those deadly panties.
He sits back to observe for a moment, to take in the whole picture to make sure he remembers it well, and then dives back in, mouthing at Taehyung's cock over the thin material and spreading the wet patch already there, which he is also most certainly responsible for.
He doesn't allow Taehyung to get too comfortable like that, however, and when he feels his body tense up he abruptly flips him on his stomach, eliciting a surprised squeak.
Taehyung twists his neck to see Jungkook pull the panties under his cheeks, making them jiggle like strawberry pudding once the waistband snaps into place. He gently cups them with both hands—as if they're made of honey and will melt at his touch—and simply holds the weight of them to feel the softness.
The room grows oddly silent save for the deep breaths echoing between their bodies as Jungkook swallows the excess saliva accumulating in his mouth at an unusual speed; and their eyes connect for a moment, communicating the lust for each other boiling inside them. But soon Jungkook becomes distracted by his own thumbs spreading Taehyung’s cheeks, and his eyes flit back to the sight of his now-revealed pink little hole.
He wets his lips before leaning in to lick over it, making Taehyung moan and hide his face into the pillows.
It’s a short but wide lick, followed by a few more thorough ones; and as Taehyung lifts his hips off the bed with a whine, Jungkook takes it as an opportunity to slip the panties completely off, and then sneaks his arms underneath to hug his thighs, completely burying his face between his cheeks.
He digs his tongue inside and sucks on Taehyung’s rim while the other whimpers and fists the sheets, paying attention to Taehyung’s movements so he doesn’t make him come too soon.
With one last kiss he disconnects his lips from his ass and wipes the drool off his chin when he realises that it’s almost dripping, and with gentle fingers prods Taehyung’s hole a few times before noticing his own leaking cock, completely forgotten.
He wants to fuck him just like that, right then and there, but he knows that he shouldn’t, so it’s better to get lube and condoms while he’s still in his right mind–
Wait.
Is Taehyung even a bottom?
He gulps nervously before glancing up at the spread-out body before him, Taehyung’s bigger-than-average cock and a fluttering hole, getting even more confused in his own mind.
He doesn’t know how to ask, but he gives himself time to think about it more as he hops off the bed to grab the current necessities, suddenly feeling like he’s about to lose virginity.
Well. He might be.
When he comes back, the view is still the same: Taehyung on his stomach, face pressed down into the pillows as his hole twitches slowly, already lightly stretched by his tongue which might be a hint–
But it’s not like tops don’t want their asses eaten, too, you know?
He’s getting more frustrated by the second, slowly adding more and more lube onto his fingers, unaware that it’s dripping all over Taehyung’s leg—or at least not until Taehyung turns his head with a concerned look on his face, making Jungkook drop the damn bottle.
“I’ll get to it, just, um…” Jungkook tries, almost shedding a tear at how hard his cock is but with no place to go. But it turns out that there was no need to feel so hopeless at all, because Taehyung slowly slides his own hands to his ass, grabbing the soft cheeks and spreading them apart.
Jungkook’s mouth falls open in epiphany as he takes in the whole image. Taehyung’s glossy eyes and eyebrows raised in a sad frown; soft cheek and pout squished against the pillow; slim back arched as his long, graceful fingers hold onto those perfect, jiggly globes—presenting himself and waiting to be filled.
Jungkook might actually be in heaven.
“Fuck, baby, okay,” he groans, hoping that he understood right as he finally lies down next to Taehyung’s lower half; and without wasting any more time (and lube), he circles Taehyung’s rim, receiving a gasp in return.
“Shouldn’t be cold, right?” he asks no one and continues prodding at the tiny hole with one finger, gradually pushing it inside.
One finger quickly becomes two as he works Taehyung open, and as Taehyung confirms that he found that sensitive place with a loud whine, Jungkook notices that he’s leaking from the tip and decides to have a taste.
He leans down and mouths at Taehyung’s cock between his thighs, licking his frenulum and suckling the tip while pumping his fingers in and out without a pause; and soon Taehyung tightens around him, warning him of his impending orgasm.
Jungkook presses his lips to his veiny underside, feeling every generous pump against his mouth as come spills out of Taehyung’s cock in thick drops, staining the sheets.
“That’s it,” Jungkook hums, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s asscheek and rubbing the small of his back—letting him catch his breath before they proceed.
Not much time passes before Taehyung lazily rolls onto his back, however, looking at Jungkook with lidded eyes and raising his hands towards him.
“Hyung,” he whines, and Jungkook finds himself melting at the gesture with a smile; so he immediately pulls him up into his lap, curling his arms around him.
“You’re just a big baby, aren’t you– “
He suddenly finds himself with his back pressed against the mattress, and as he blinks up in confusion at what just happened, he finds Taehyung gazing at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes, triumphantly sitting on top of his stomach.
Ha.
He has his hands on Jungkook’s chest, holding him down (not that Jungkook is resisting), and he grins down at him as he lifts his butt up just enough to plop down onto Jungkook’s cock, keeping it snug between his asscheeks as he slides to and fro.
“Oh- okay,“ Jungkook gasps, closing his eyes when he gets that oh-so-needed pressure on his erection, frowning from how good it feels.
There's enough lube dripping from Taehyung to keep the slide going smooth, and a few times the tip of Jungkook's cock catches onto his rim, making the both groan.
After some torturous teasing, Taehyung picks up the condom lying next to a dazed Jungkook who brought it earlier—and ripping it open with his teeth he moves just enough to quickly roll it onto Jungkook's cock, making him barely notice.
Without a warning, Taehyung sits onto Jungkook's cock in one go, opening his mouth in a silent moan as he slides down its length, his eyelashes fluttering closed as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Jungkook hisses at the sudden heat filling his lower abdomen as he grabs Taehyung's thighs with bruising strength, making him finally let out a sound and Ah in slight pain.
As his thighs reach Jungkook's hips, they both pause to take a few deep breaths to recuperate, but Jungkook can't seem to keep his hands still—so he lets them roam all over the dewy skin that he can reach, finally settling on Taehyung's hips.
"Pretty," Jungkook says as he looks at Taehyung's bejeweled tummy, sinking his thumb into the soft flesh; and when he glances up at his face, he finds him smiling—almost coyly.
"Oh so you understood that? Pretty?" he tries again, chuckling when Taehyung's blush deepens, painting his nose and the apples of his cheeks pink.
"Pretty, pretty. What was it again...pretty?" he tries in Korean, hoping that he remembers right—and judging by the way Taehyung twitches around him, he's sure he does.
He lets out a deep contented sigh at the new discovery as he rubs Taehyung's sides, waiting for him to move first when he gets comfortable; and soon Taehyung arches his back, lifting his cheeks before bringing them back down.
"That's it, doll," Jungkook mumbles as his eyes close with a flutter, enjoying the way Taehyung slowly circles his hips, subtly sliding up and down his cock.
When his breaths turn a bit more laboured, Jungkook takes it as a cue to take over. He grips Taehyung's hips to keep him in place as he plants the heels of his feet on the bed, and before Taehyung can voice his confusion—snaps his hips upwards, meeting Taehyung's ass in a loud slap.
"Ah!" Taehyung gasps as his thighs tremble, and after a few thrusts Jungkook realises that he must be tired; so he decides to switch their positions by gradually going back to the one they were in before, and then slowly lowers Taehyung into the sheets. Taehyung lets a deep breath out as he sinks into them, holding Jungkook in a loose hug while hazily peering into his eyes—making his stupid heart skip a beat at the sight; but he doesn't let that confuse him and wastes no time before slowly rocking their bodies together, staying so close that no heat escapes from between their bodies.
"One single, one double," he says after one particular thrust, noticing Taehyung's asymmetrical eyelids just then and giving them both a kiss before he continues to plant more all over his face, capturing the salty tear which slides down Taehyung's temple as he trembles from pleasure in his hold, and sharing it with its owner when he finally kisses Taehyung’s lips again.
Moans and whimpers start filling the room like a beautiful melody as they breathe into each other’s mouth, leading to a silent crescendo as they both reach their climax—Taehyung coming untouched all over Jungkook's and his stomach, dousing the shiny piercing in white, and Jungkook spilling into the condom with erratic jerks of his hips, riding it out until Taehyung whimpers from overstimulation.
Jungkook rolls onto his back after his cock slips out to give Taehyung some space and to throw the condom away, but only a few moments pass before Taehyung curls right next to him, seeking his touch.
“Oh, you’re absolutely precious,” Jungkook says with a racing heart as he kisses Taehyung’s hair, wrapping his arms around him before remembering that they should probably clean a bit.
He grabs a few tissues which are (god bless the hotel staff) conveniently sitting on the night table next to them, wiping them both as much as he can before covering them with the comforter, finding that Taehyung is already almost fully asleep.
It's late anyway, and he doesn't mind sharing his bed for the night, so he kisses his forehead again, feeling like he could get used to this warmth, before he, too, slips off to dreamland.
The next day, the room ceiling greets Jungkook again—and even though he's perfectly well rested to appreciate it this time, it’s not the thing he cares for right now.
He turns his head to find the space next to him empty, pillow fluffed up and a note next to the bed.
Ah, he left.
Well, it was a one-night stand after all. He should've expected this, especially since he is a foreigner. They didn't even get to know each other for god's sake, he chuckles to himself, ignoring the feeling of yearning and disappointment in his chest, cursing for not at least exchanging contact information. Who knows how many models that go by the name Taehyung there are.
He rubs his eyes as he rolls onto the empty side to get the note and read what it says in hopes of seeing a number on it. But what he finds is something entirely different.
"‘Do you want me to take you sightseeing?’"
Jungkook frowns in confusion at the question written in perfect English, wondering if Taehyung really wrote it. But then the door to the bathroom suddenly opens, revealing a freshly washed Taehyung in a bath towel, all pink and flushed from the shower, smelling like Jungkook’s body wash.
Oh.
“Good morning,” he shyly says, biting his lip as he takes a step back—to hide behind the bathroom door as Jungkook gapes at him, slowly blinking and wondering if he’s still dreaming.
“How...how did you..?” he raises the note in his hand instead of finishing the question, and Taehyung makes a face of understanding as he skips to his clothes on the chair, looking like he’s searching for something.
That towel is very short, Jungkook thinks as heat travels to his cheeks, now completely sober and very aware of how hot Taehyung actually is (not that he wasn’t last night, he just wasn’t given enough time to take it all in). But he has enough manners not to get (fully) hard while secretly staring at Taehyung’s ass peeking below the towel as he rummages through his pockets, and he snaps his gaze to Taehyung’s face once he turns around with a phone in his hands, acting like he wasn’t going through all the memories in his head from last night.
Taehyung comes closer (oh no) while tapping on his phone with a cute frown, and then turns the screen to Jungkook, revealing-
Well, what do you know! The Papago app!
“Ooh,” Jungkook says as he reads the text which says I used this, in English, and Jungkook wonders why they didn’t think of it sooner. Although...using a translating app and looking at their phones while flirting and during sex is...probably the most mood-killing thing they could do.
Jungkook opens his palm up and silently asks Taehyung for his phone, deciding to type something himself.
I would love to go sightseeing with you, he translates into Korean, receiving a bright smile from Taehyung as he lands onto the bed on his knees. But as he bounces on it a little, the towel unravels and falls from his frame, leaving him as naked as a jaybird.
Jungkook’s eyes almost fall out of their sockets before he quickly turns to the phone again, almost breaking the screen from how fast he types the text in.
Do you want some breakfast in bed first?
One year later
“Are you a resident here? ” the man behind the glass asks Jungkook who waits for him to check his passport, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.
“Not yet,” Jungkook says with a smile. “But I guess you could say that this is where my home is now,” he adds to himself as he passes through and spots a boxy smile and unmistakable curly hair in the distance, feeling like he could never get used to this blooming feeling in his heart.