A/n: Finally!!!!!! Ah! I thought I should just wrap this story up because I couldn't think of further plot- or I forgot what I wanted to do with this one. But some inspiration stuck and I think I might make a good plot of this one (regardless of it being supposed to be a 2 or 3 shot haha). I hope you enjoy! I didn't wait to correct or recheck because my mom's gonna whoop my for sleeping so late. I know it's short but... please bear with it :(

Taehyung should have been careful, he should have stopped going after the man who seemed irresistible but dangerous. Oh god, he should have.

Now, seeing his bodyguard’s eyes burning with a desire Taehyung is all familiar with but there’s a touch of something he is afraid to know, he is more than a bit scared. He wanted to speak, to stop but the words wouldn’t come out, as if they betrayed him but he knew that wasn’t the case. He was scared to let out his voice, trying to pry away his attention.

As if Jungkook knew what the idol was thinking, how shaken he was, the man smirked. A dark promise hid behind those twisted lips and Taehyung gasped with a realization, he was doomed.

Jungkook pulled him up against him effortlessly, like he weighed nothing to the man. Taehyung was caught in a dilemma, he finds it hot or terrifying? He wasn’t sure. But when Jungkook threw him on the bed- he bounced slightly on the impact, groaning at the rough treatment he wasn’t used to- he felt a desire rearing its head, an unknown, unaware desire that felt new to him. The man hovered above him, his brow raised, lips curled in a cruel grin- intent on taking revenge, as the shirt on him disappeared and the pale yet firm flesh came in Taehyung's view, his breaths became ragged.

The feeling of needing him grew and the smarter part of his brain shrunk, of course, the knowledge of his bodyguard being a very, very dangerous man didn’t escape him but the carnal desire won it all. And Taehyung was left with nothing but an aching want for the man above him, a want so overwhelming he couldn’t think, didn’t want to think.

“J-Jungkook…” he moaned his name when the man pressed on a sensitive part in the side of his neck.

“Strip” his bodyguard commanded. Taehyung knew he could stop it if he really wanted to leave, he knew no matter how strong and vicious the man was, he wouldn’t force him, wouldn’t need to anyway. The blame would be all on Taehyung as his hands moved without his permission and started ing his shirt, he wasn’t even drunk enough- not after the sudden attack from Jungkook. He was fumbling with his belt, shivering and nervous. Jungkook undid it in a second, getting impatient at the idol who used to with no limits and was now barely able to undress properly.

“You are finally getting what you wanted. Why are you acting like a ?” Taehyung whimpered at his mocking tone, Jungkook's lips moved against his collarbone, nipping sharply.

~*~

His eyes opened, parched throat, and sore all over his body. He felt cool air hit his body when he realized he was . Before he could panic, a mop of unforgettable dark hair greeted him whose hands were wrapped around his waist- oh, that’s what the immovable weight was. A flash of obscenity rush through his mind, reminding him how desperately he was clutching that hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until there were no spaces left, none. There were clothes discarded over the floor, his and Jungkook’s tangled in each other. He blushed, his body heating again and the need to wet his throat became hard to ignore. With much difficulty, he was able to free himself from the devil’s grasp. Picking up the wrinkled, too big of a t-shirt on the stand near Jungkook’s bed, he made his towards the kitchen. As he waited for the glass to be filled, he quickly wore the shirt, almost swimming in it, he realized. The smell was intoxicating, and he hated himself for wanting to be close to that man, closer than he needed to be. He drank the water hurriedly, wanting to snoop around his bodyguard's apartment, despite knowing the threat of doing such a daring act. But he had to know, he had to know the man he was so frustratingly drawn to.

In the hall, where he remembers Jungkook pushing him against the door, the memory itched, wanting to be relived. He ignored it for the curiosity of the ripped pages and scowled writing splayed over the tea-table.