"I've been fucking lied to." Taehyung said taking a seat in front of Jungkook.

"Uh?" Jungkook responded flustered. Not only because of the words that were said but because Taehyung had black hair now. And holy shit.

Jungkook's heart was racing. He had even dressed up in a tux for this fancy dinner, but his looks didn't compare to Taehyung's at all. He also didn't expect Taehyung to say that when first seeing him.

"I was told we were going to go to a strip club and you bring me to the fanciest Korean restaurant?"

"I-well-"

Tongue tied.

"That's pretty stereotypical you know? Just because I'm Korean doesn't mean I want to eat Korean food."

"I...I'm so sorry! I just wanted to eat something nice. If you don't want to eat here that's fine. We can go elsewhere! To the strip club or the-"

Jungkook stopped blabbing when he heard Taehyung laugh. His laugh was to die for. "I was trying to stay in character but your reaction was priceless."

"So...you're not upset?" He wondered.

"No, of course not. I'm just fucking with you."

"Oh, okay. Ha." Jungkook said fake laughing. He was glad it was a joke, but now here he was looking like a fucking king so effortlessly that Jungkook felt like he couldn't breathe.

He wore a blue color contact in his left eye while his right eye was his natural color. The velvet white shirt enhanced his beautiful golden skin.

"So? What are we eating?" Taehyung casually wondered interrupting Jungkook's thoughts. He picked up a glass of wine that was already served.

"Whatever you want."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Totally. It's just your-your hair."

"Oh yeah. It's back to black now."

"I see that. Why did you dye it?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. It was time I guess."

"Alright. Makes sense."

"I've been wanting to dye my hair red." He said.

"So? Why don't you?"

"I could. It's just complicated I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

Taehyung's phone went off and he quickly took it out of his pocket. "Sorry. It's time to post a selfie on snapchat." He told snapping a picture of him.

"You have an alarm set up to post selfies?"

"Duh. I have to keep up with my social media and in order to stay relevant you have to constantly post. What do you think?" He asked showing him the picture.

"Beautiful."

Taehyung wrinkled his nose, "I was going for sexy, but I guess that works too."

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Hey, why do you post all of your pictures in black and white?"

He scoffed putting his phone down, "You're the first person to ever ask me that. Everyone always assumes that it's because it's my aesthetic or some shit."

"I guess you can say that I'm observant."

"I'm colorblind,"

Jungkook's eyes widen, "Oh. I didn't expect that."

"I know no one does. Anyways, it's called monochromacy which means I can't perceive color at all. Everything I see is different shades of grey, black and white. It's very rare. I mean 1 in 30,000 people have monochromatic vision. Guess I was that lucky one in 30,000 huh?"

"I'm sorry. That—"

"Sucks? Yeah. To answer your question I post pictures in black and white because I want people to see me the way I see myself."

Jungkook straighten up and leaned closer, "Maybe I can help. I'll ask my dad to find the best specialist and maybe we can help you."

Taehyung smile, "Sweet of you. The thing is there's no cure for colorblindness. Trust me, I've investigated. Scientist have experimented in adult monkeys who were color blind and it has succeeded. They haven't tried in humans. Maybe one days they will."

"I...I don't want to apologize again because I know a sorry won't fix it."

"It's not weird for me because I've been like this since birth. However, when I was younger and I found about me being colorblind I would ask my mother to describe colors to me. Her descriptions were so vivid I feel like I can see the colors. My favorite color based on the way she describe them is red. That's why I'm afraid to dye my hair that color because I want to see it, but I know I won't. I'm not brave enough to do it."

Jungkook reached over and touched his hand. Taehyung looked down and then up into his eyes.

"You're a strange human," Taehyung said.

"I hope that's a good thing."

"It is. You give me the same vibe my mother does. You feel like home."

•••

"You've booked me again without your brother? I'm starting to think you like me." Jimin teased walking by Yoongi.

He closed the door behind a bit flustered, "Okay. So I don't get a 'hey' or 'how are you?'" He asked trying to change the subject.

"I mean you booked me so you're doing great." He grinned.

"Yeah, you know how hard it was to book you? Your schedule is full."

"Of course honey, I'm pretty popular."

"Yes, I see that. Maybe we won't always have to hang out because I'm renting you." Yoongi suggested.

Jimin raised his eyebrows, "And miss out on the money? Nah."

Yoongi rolled his eyes walking over to grab a whiskey bottle. "What?" Jimin wondered. "Nothing, I'm just trying to be nice but you always have your little comments and I'm sick of it."

"Oh, feisty." Jimin smirked.

Yoongi pressed his lips together unable to reply. What would he say anyways? Because now Jimin had turned the conversation into a flirty one by teasing him.

"I-uh-want a drink?" He offered quickly serving him one.

"Yes. It's six in the afternoon and I haven't had a drink all day. Can you believe it?"

Yoongi chuckled playfully rolling his eyes and handing him a cup. Jimin took it with a smile. "You're still wearing it." He said quietly looking at the ring around his neck.

"Of course. I'm trying to show off how rich I am."

"Uh huh." Yoongi responded. He was taken by surprise when Jimin took his left hand pulling it closer to him.

"I also see that you're still wearing mine too."

"Uhh...yes." He said timidly. Having Jimin hold his hand provoked feelings he couldn't describe.

"Why on your left ring finger? Does that mean we're married?"

"Uhh...uhh," Yoongi gulped nervously his underarms sweating.

Jimin grinned yet again and let go of his hand taking a sip from his drink. Yoongi's heart was speeding and he had to remind himself to breathe.

"Yoongi! Hey! I was just talking to your dad upstairs." A guy said walking in holding a lady's hand.

They looked probably around their forties or fifties. Yoongi knew them growing up because they happened to be close family friends.

"Oh hey Mr. and Mrs. Wu. How are you?" Yoongi asked bowing.

"Great. Your father told me that you'll be taking over the business."

"Yeah. I will." Yoongi said with a sigh.

"And who's this?" The lady asked.

"Ah! This is Jimin he's—"

"Hi! I'm Yoongi's husband."

Yoongi's eyes widen and he felt his whole body get hot. The couple raised their eyebrows confused. "Oh? Your father didn't mention..."

"We did it secretly. It was a quiet ceremony. We didn't really want all those photographers knowing and stuff." Jimin said.

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek extremely nervous. "What about Jeongyeon?" The guy wondered.

"Umm..."

"She's a close friend of ours. We didn't want to let the world know just yet. So she covered for us. We'd appreciate it if you guys kept it a secret as well."

"Wow. I would've never expected that! How long has it been?"

"Ehh-" Yoongi sighed not knowing how to respond. His face was still fiery red from all the chaos and attention.

"Five months." Jimin smiled raising Yoongi's hand and pointing to his left ring finger.

"Well, congratulations." The guy said still slightly confused.

"Thank you. Thank you." Jimin said resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder.

"I think you guys are too cute. You should kiss!" The lady beamed.

Jimin raised his eyebrows and smirked towards Yoongi's direction. Of course he wanted to kiss, Jimin.

But not in front of two family friends. How awkward was that? This is not how he wanted their first kiss to be.

"Come on babe," Yoongi chocked. The word babe came out so forced and he hated himself for being so weird at the moment.

"I don't it's okay to show so much PDA." He laughed finishing his already cringey statement.

"They don't mind. Well, at least she doesn't. Excuse me are you homophobic?"

"Jimin!" Yoongi whispered screamed.

"No, of course not." The guy quickly spoke up.

"Great. Come on baby. Let's give the people what they want."

"Jimin, I don't think—"

"Shh. Relax." He whispered in his ear.

Yoongi instantly melted at the sound of his sweet voice. They locked eyes and then Yoongi slowly looked down at his beautiful plumped lips.

He had never wanted to kiss a mouth so bad before. At that moment he forgot about the Wu's standing right there watching.

He forgot that Jimin was an escort and that they weren't a thing. He forgot it all because it felt like it was just them two in the room. I'm the world.

So, Yoongi grabbed his neck and pulled him towards his lips to close the space between them.

The kiss was everything Yoongi had dreamed of. His lips were as soft as he had imagined them to be.

It felt like honey on his lips.

Yoongi had never kissed someone so gently and carefully wanting to appreciate every little space on their lips.

When he pulled away Jimin smiled, "Thank you for that husband."

"Cute!" Mrs. Wu exclaimed. That's when Yoongi snapped back to reality and noticed that they were still standing there.

"Okay. I think we should get going then. Congratulations again."

"Thank you." Yoongi said timidly.

The couple excused themselves and walked out. Yoongi then turned his attention back to Jimin who took another sip of whiskey.

"Want to eat me out now?"

When Yoongi gasped he laughed patting his shoulder. "Kidding. Hey, I saw this piano in the other living room. Who does it belong to?" Jimin asked walking out.

"Uh...it's..." he followed him behind until they were in the other room.

"Mine."

"You play the piano?"

"Yes."

Jimin took a seat in front of the piano and signaled Yoongi to do so too. "Play something for me."

"Okay." Yoongi told uncovering they piano and pressing his slender fingers against the piano keys. He played for him while Jimin finished his whiskey.

At the end, Jimin put the empty cup down and clapped his hands. "You're pretty amazing at it."

"Thank you."

"I know you've told me that you don't want to take over your family business. What do you want to be then?"

Yours.

"Depends. Do you mean in life or professionally?"

"Umm, professionally?" Jimin chuckled.

"I want to be in the music industry. Not to manage it, but I want to compose and write music and perform."

It was the first time Yoongi had said that out loud without feeling ashamed of it. Jimin nodded, "You can do it. I believe in you."

"What do you want to be?"

"I'm guessing you mean professionally?"

"Mhmm."

"I want to be a dancer."

"That sounds lovely. I can see you doing that."

"Ehh. I somewhat dance."

Yoongi just smiled and kept looking at him. Jimin then faced him while lightly nibbling on The inside of his lip.

"Do I really suck?"

"Huh?"

Jimin smirked, "I know who you are."

"I don't-I don't even-what?" He asked panicked.

"You are ilovedicksboobsandteddybears07. You can't tell me otherwise."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." He told trying to play it cool.

"Please, who else can it be? Plus, that look on your face tells me that I'm completely right."

"No."

"If you keep denying it I won't talk to you no more."

Yoongi inhaled sharply, "I-fine. It's me. It was supposed to be a username that no one noticed."

"Ah ha! I knew it!" He screamed pointing a finger at him.

Yoongi blushed deeply and he looked away to avoid getting more flustered. "It's okay. At least, you don't think I suck."

"Okay, well since you know now. Can I ask a question?" Yoongi asked covering the piano again.

"Ask away." Jimin said resting his head against the piano.

"What does apodyopsis mean?"

Jimin snickered mischievously making him look more precious than he already did. "The act of mentally undressing someone."

"Oh," Yoongi said surprised.

He straightened up and scooted closer to Yoongi. They were close enough they could feel each other's body heat and smell their colognes.

"Let me give you an example," he whispered seductively.

Yoongi simply nodded gulping down his beating heart. Jimin smiled satisfied. He knew the effect he gave Yoongi and that satisfied him on levels he couldn't explain.

"I couldn't help to indulge in a little apodyopsis after meeting, Min Yoongi."