Now, there's a problem. A big, naked problem.

The arm that caught Taehyung's head is still cradling the wetness but the rest of JungKook is mostly on top of the very naked figure, chest against chest, a thigh between two.

The dark, soft eyes are right under his, staring up in surprise.

Taehyung blinks. And again.

Nothing happens, they just breathe into each other's breaths, eyes locked in what feels like an endless moment.

The trance that JungKook is in is broken by a small movement -Taehyung's tongue coming out to nervously lick at his plump lower lip, the small action wetting the pink cushion delightfully until it glistens like a cherry, ripe and ready for picking.

JungKook's breath falters.

"A-are you OK?" his voice is thick with something and he decides that wherever they are can't possibly be reality because he never blushes and he most definitely never stutters.

Taehyung nods but doesn't say anything, his eyes large dark pools of something between curiosity and terror.

JungKook reluctantly pulls his eyes back up from Taehyung's mouth and realises that the pink on Taehyung's cheeks is even deeper than it was when he was in the bath. This intrigues him and he really wants to give into the need to tease and taste.

Taehyung figures he's just confused because of the fall. Surely that has to be the only reason why he is feeling so out of breath right now, so hot despite the cold and wet of the tiled floor against his naked back.

Perhaps it's exactly the juxtaposition of the heat above him and the cold below him that has his body in such turmoil because Taehyung can't figure out why else he would feel so hot on the inside but has cool waves of prickliness running up and down his body... or why he feels like he can't even breathe.

A new feeling, like a discovery, a beginning of something, blooms inside Taehyung when he suddenly feels inexplicably naked and highly aware of it where before he never gave it a moment's thought.

...After all, angels' bodies are closer to plain vessels that carry their consciousness than anything else -which is pretty much exactly the opposite to what Taehyung is feeling right in this moment with the heavy hardness on him with the delightful smell wafting around him.

Right now, Taehyung is aware of his body more than he's aware of his mind.

In a move fast enough to startle Taehyung, JungKook climbs off him, throws the towel to cover his nakedness and yanks him up like a rag doll off the floor, leaving him confused and standing against JungKook.

Still not used to the feeling of another body against him, Taehyung doesn't move away because he's too busy observing his body and how it feels.

JungKook clears his throat and takes a step back instead, gently pushing Taehyung to move, one hand on the arm that is clutching the towel hanging down his middle, only just hiding the important bits, the other just on Taehyung's naked midriff. Despite pushing away, the hands remain on Taehyung as if glued on when they just stand and stare at one another like a pair of idiots.

It's beginning to dawn on Taehyung that there must be some sort of a human thing going on here that he really needs to get a hold of sooner rather than later before it becomes awkward because he can't seem to be able to fight this inexplicable need to stay in body contact with JungKook.

It is exactly at that moment that everything becomes clear to Taehyung.

The hand on his waist is warm, firm but gentle and it feels like a really good fit on the curve of the flesh. Even though JungKook suddenly removes it, the imprint of the hand still burns bright and the feeling of it spreads along his skin, seeping inside him to squeeze his heart to pump faster.

Taehyung is not a complete idiot, neither is he absolutely naïve. He knows -in theory at least- what people get up to, he is, after all, in the business of judging people for their sins as well as helping them stay away from it, but... he could never have gotten even close to imagining the level of temptation humans are faced with.

But suddenly, Taehyung understands the temptation of sin completely.

And he's standing right in front of him.

When the fundamental epiphany occurs in the brief moment they stand in front of each other, JungKook can see the full realisation of it because it's crystal clear on the innocent face which is like a technicolour picture of Taehyung's thoughts -so obvious without any filter or mask on his emotions like humans have.

The innocent, wide eyes are suddenly shocked, terrified even and the mouth on the increasingly red face is opening and closing soundlessly while the long, slender fingers scramble to get the towel to cover the lush warm flesh so openly on display.

The joy and excitement that JungKook feels at the obvious shock on Taehyung's face is disproportional.

Step one, complete.

JungKook revels in the heat that dwells deep in the pit of his stomach caused by the sudden panicking and fumbling in front of him. The Angel's fear is what drives him, excites him, the prospect of the chase is what invigorates him because the challenge required to change this fear into lust, to desperate need is the most satisfying thing in the world -and the harder the challenge, the bigger the satisfaction.

The game is finally on.

Not missing a beat, JungKook decides to take full advantage of the confusion.

He steps right into Taehyung's space and traces his jawline with a finger, tilting the face up to see the panicked eyes suddenly avoiding his.

"C'mon then, doll. S'bedtime. Best put your pyjamas on -unless you want to join me in bed naked?" the deep drone reverberates down Taehyung's spine and even though he may not be particularly (at all) well-versed in the customs and practices of humans, he cannot ignore his body's reaction to the suggestive dulcet tones which tells him what JungKook is referring to... and that, is definitely not allowed, no matter how tempted he might come to feel.

Blushing furiously, Taehyung shakes his head in denial. He reaches for the pile of white pyjamas and turns to JungKook, expecting him to leave to give him privacy to get dressed -which seems a bit ridiculous considering he's just seen him naked in the shower and on the floor- but suddenly Taehyung feels very self-conscious and desperately shy. Naked.

JungKook of course does no such thing.

Instead he just lifts a cocky, questioning eye brow and sits down on the edge of the bath, crossing his arms in front of him. Expectant.

There is a clear challenge in his eyes and Taehyung realises that if he now asks him to leave, that won't seem very husbandly at all -in fact, it will seem very, very out of character. He swallows with difficulty, clutching his pyjamas against his chest like a shield.

JungKook of course doesn't miss the hesitation nor the embarrassment, instead, wanting to make the most of it, he sits and blatantly stares, waiting for the Angel to reveal himself to him again, now with the new-found realisation of what it actually means to be naked.

To JungKook the situation feels... positively heavenly -to have the Angel thus trapped in his carefully crafted web of temptation, so close to his inevitable fall from grace.

When the towel falls, despite being completely aware of what is hidden underneath, the view still catches JungKook off-guard.

The soft, deep curve of the back, the slope of the generous hip, the long legs, soft thighs -JungKook finds his mouth drying when he watches the long neck bend down when Taehyung sorts out the pyjamas.

While he is tracing Taehyung's contours with his eyes, JungKook decides that for an Angel, his body is sinfully made for sex, wasted on an Angel, more suitable for a human, an incubus even. He counts his lucky stars that not only is his prize a rare angel but even more because he is a most delectable one.

Taehyung turns away nervously but his reflection in the mirror shows JungKook the delightful pink that has spread over his collarbones and he can't help but to wonder how bright it will be when he's pounding into that lush ass hard enough to make the Angel scream.

As if hearing his thoughts, the dark, soft eyes flick to him via the mirror, only to immediately flick away again in shyness, eyelashes fluttering furiously as if trying to remove the imprint of JungKook out of his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, JungKook would be disappointed that clothes begin to cover the acres of honeyed skin but the fit of the clothes gives him too much pleasure to complain.

He isn't entirely sure how this world has been created for them but everything, including the clothes and foods present are real and someone definitely lives in this house -but in which dimension, he isn't sure.

There is no way JungKook is going to question any of it when he sees the fit of the clothes that Taehyung has struggled to put on... they obviously belong to someone several sizes smaller than him because they squeeze tightly around his delectable body -they are so tight and sexy that JungKook can hardly breathe.

Never before has he been so happy to see a pair of tiny shorts and a snugly fitting t-shirt short enough to show glimpses of the soft waist- because these clothes only work to showcase the curves already there.

JungKook can't believe his luck when he sees the length of the short leg doesn't even cover the full flesh of the ass cheeks, leaving the plump curve partially on show.

Taehyung, of course, seems blissfully unaware of how the clothes make him look and the whole situation makes JungKook feel like a wolf about to sink his teeth into an innocent lamb -which is a very, very delicious feeling indeed.

If JungKook didn't detest the fact that God exists, he might take a moment to thank him for creating this perfect morsel of an angel, just for him to wreck.

He can't help the pleased hum that escapes his lips.

The dark, almost predatory eyes constantly on Taehyung, watching his every move, make him feel incredibly flustered. He can't understand why the eyes seem to be getting even darker when he pulls the incredibly tight clothes on.

"These feel like they've shrunk. Isn't there anything else I can wear?" Taehyung tries, annoyed at how small his voice sounds.

"But that's what you always wear to bed, honey." JungKook responds, emphasising the endearment, making sure to take full, unfair advantage of his husbandly role.

He reaches to grab Taehyung's waist again, allowing a finger or two to slip under the stretchy fabric of the t-shirt, to caress the curve of the rib cage.

He admires the red that so easily seems to colour the soft cheeks.

He tugs at the waist to get Taehyung to move toward the bedroom and he follows suit, admiring the billowing ass in front of him and he simply can't help it: he slaps it, hard enough to make it jiggle. Taehyung squeals and jumps away, looking at JungKook as if wounded, rubbing circles on his ass.

JungKook grins, not least bit apologetic.