"I didn't realise we were going on a date." Jimin said, speaking from behind Taehyung.

His voice was sarcastic when he peeked over Taehyung's shoulder to grimace at their reflections in the mirror. They looked as pasty as each other under the unattractive green shades of the fluorescent lighting of their office bathroom, but where Jimin was staring into the distance in boredom, Taehyung was keenly arranging his dark, soft locks cascading over his brow.

"Er... what? What you on about?" Taehyung asked, briefly flicking his eyes to Jimin's via the mirror, pretending to be dumbfounded and most definitely not admitting to anything, only renewing his question with a lifting of his eyebrows while he carried on arranging his curls.

Jimin shook his head and rolled his eyes, perfectly aware of Taehyung's pretence -they had known each other long enough for that- but he found himself intrigued by the fact that, for once, he didn't know what Taehyung was hiding.

Tapping his foot impatiently -the annoying noise echoing around the grimy tiles- Jimin puffed up his candyfloss hair with his bejewelled fingers before rolling his eyes again when Taehyung carried on positioning his already perfect waves.

"You, you idiot! You're doing your hair and we're going out for a coffee, on our lunch break!" He huffed in exasperation when Taehyung delayed on purpose, giggling at the extra eyerolling. Taehyung was convinced that at this rate Jimin was going for the world record of eye rolls per day.

"Seriously Tae. I'm gonna fall asleep if I don't get some caffeine in this perfect body." He winked at Taehyung on his way through the door, no longer willing to wait for his friend.

Rushing to catch up with his perfectly proportioned yet vertically challenged friend, Taehyung thought how grateful he was that Jimin seemed oblivious to his reasons for wanting to look his best when going to their favourite local establishment -a lovely café around the corner from their office.

He was a little bit apprehensive about telling anyone about his reasons, but least of all Jimin, because Taehyung knew he'd never hear the end of it if the pink monster got a whiff of what was going on.

Besides, he didn't need his best friend telling him how totally out of hand he was getting because he was already perfectly aware of how ridiculous, borderline unhealthy, or worse, perhaps even a little creepy he was being...

Taehyung kept trying to convince himself that this was all just his sex-deprived body trying to tell him that it had been a while...

Taehyung was obsessed.

As soon as he'd seen the strong yet lithe body covered with a fitted white shirt squeezing the broad shoulders and black, formal pants with a short, black apron tied tight around his stupendously narrow waist, Taehyung was sold.

This was even without mentioning anything about his ohlordbabyjeezah thighs bulging under the black fabric to such an extent that Taehyung was sure one of these days the fabric would just rip under the strain -Taehyung hoped, more than anything, that he would be there to witness it when it finally happened.

Even if Taehyung had been blind, there was no way he could have missed the beasts hiding in his sleeves -the biceps worthy of worship, desperate to be unleashed from under the straining, pale fabric.

Taehyung had nearly passed out when he'd realised there were tattoos hiding under there and the first time he had seen the man's sleeves rolled up to the elbow, Taehyung was pretty sure he'd suffered some sort of an eye injury from lack of blinking for so long.

With Jimin ranting somewhere in the background, Taehyung realised that it had already been weeks since he'd first cast his eyes on the magnificent being wrapped in an apron, yet even now, he just couldn't stop thinking about how his strong arms would feel around him, or how his long fingers would feel running up and down or in and out of him... he even wondered if it held true for him that men with large hands had a large...

The thought made him blush so intensely that he went to hide his face in his cup, stirring the spoon around in aggressive little circles, creating a chocolate scented whirlpool.

With a small, secret smile full of affection, he glanced at the beautiful mint chocolate heart wrapped in golden foil with a little green heart jewel sticker decorating it. Taehyung slid his fingers over it as if it were more than just a piece of chocolate.

These perfect, little, minty mouthfuls of deliciousness -which Taehyung enjoyed even more than he enjoyed his delicious drink- had started appearing alongside his hot chocolate a week or so ago. Even Jimin had noticed, clearly jealous as he didn't get a similar treat with his skinny latte (not that he would eat it but it was the principle of it).

It had been Jimin who had told Taehyung that he was the only person who ever got the chocolate. Jimin had even tested it out his theory, finding out that there were no chocolates to be had unless it was Taehyung ordering it and the same man filling the order. No one else ever gave out chocolates, nor received chocolates.

The thought warmed Taehyung's insides -in more places than one.

He might feel a little bit gooey around the chest area but the way the man kept glancing in his direction with those steaming hot, dark eyes of his made Taehyung heat up somewhere rather different... and the longer he stared, the warmer Taehyung felt until he got really rather hot and bothered and frequently had to excuse himself.

How it was possible for a man of 28 feel like such a teenager, Taehyung could not fathom.

"Ah. Suddenly I understand." Jimin spat, voice tinted with annoyance, face not much better because Taehyung had ignored him talking, all the while daydreaming of flexing muscles covered in tattoos.

"Why don't you try and be a little bit more obvious, Tae, because I'm sure that little girl in the corner hasn't noticed you ogling yet -pretty sure everyone else is already aware of you drooling over the barista over there." Jimin said, pointing toward the counter where the gorgeous hunk of a man stood serving customers.

When there was no answer -because Taehyung was too busy staring- Jimin waved a hand in his face until his glazed eyes slowly returned somewhere close to reality -although they still seemed somewhat rose-tinted to Jimin.

"What? Sorry, what did you say?" Taehyung cleared his throat, embarrassed at being caught staring. Reality knocked him down a peg and he told himself to start acting his age.

"I said why don't you take a fucking picture, honey, it'll last longer." The words were dunked in and dripping with sarcasm. Taehyung could tell, even without looking, that the eyes were rolling.

"Jeez, what did you eat this morning, sarcasm cereal?" Taehyung put on a whiney voice of a five-year-old.

Clearly Taehyung thought it was much funnier than Jimin did when the face usually so quick to smile remained serious.

"Honestly, Tae. How long have you been pining like this?" Jimin's voice matched his face, suddenly not a single sliver of sarcasm present, as if he had immediately figured out that this was more than just a silly momentary amusement for Taehyung.

Taehyung wondered whether it was so obviously written on his face or if Jimin just knew him better than anyone else.

"Erm... not that long at all, only just noticed him... the other day." Taehyung's fingers played with the little dark curls behind his ear while his eyes traced circles on the table, suddenly finding the menu sitting at the end of it most interesting.

"I swear you are the worst liar I have ever met and I know a lot of people, honey. Seriously, even I can tell -after only a few minutes- that you've got it bad... so whaddaya gonna do about it?" Jimin said, sudden challenge in his eyes and his wriggling eyebrows.

Taehyung eyed him with suspicion.

"Oh, no you don't. I'm not going to get roped into one of your stupid bets, Jimin. I told you years ago those are never a good idea." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.

"You are such a bore... but that's OK, I love you anyway." He blew a kiss to Taehyung who grabbed it mid-air and placed it on his cheek -like he always did, it was their thing, after all.

"I don't know. He looks young. Why would he want anything to do with me?" Taehyung said quietly, hanging his head in premature resignation. He fiddled with the chocolate until it felt softer in his fingers -just like his insides when he thought of Sexy Thighs.

"Tae! Have you seen your ass? Fuck, if I weren't your best friend, I'd totally tap that!"

Catching a few disgruntled looks from a mother a few tables away, Jimin lifted a hand up in apology and half-whispered, leaning over:

"You're never gonna know until you try. Going by the looks of you, you'd better try something soon before you pop from all that pent up sexual frustration..." he giggled and Taehyung joined in with a quiet chuckle, even though he didn't think it was at all funny.

"Well, when you put it like that, I'm feeling suddenly inspired by your pep talk. I'll see what I can do about it..." He said, snarky.

Taehyung hadn't noticed the man approaching, his back only stiffened in panic when he saw Jimin's widening eyes and spreading grin.

"Have you enjoyed your drinks, gentlemen?" The voice flowed out confident yet soft, melodic almost and his eyes shone, full of stars. The veins on the strong, bare forearms were practically glistening, every line of a tattoo clearly visible and Taehyung felt his mouth dry.

He just sat there with his jaw slack, staring at the man, utterly unable to say a word.

Jimin nearly cracked, covering his chortle by clearing his throat.

"I'm OK although I think my friend here might need some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." He grinned.

At which Taehyung snapped his mouth shut, heat rising to his cheeks.

"I most certainly do not!" He huffed, desperate to cover the red on his cheeks but forced to ignore it for fear of only bringing more attention to it.

"Something wrong with your chocolate?" Sexy Thighs spoke, voice dipping, and pointed at the little heart sitting neatly in front of Taehyung, untouched.

His dark eyes burnt Taehyung's skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. Taehyung thought the man had this strange sense of... confidence... it was palpable and it made Taehyung squirm in his seat, unable to get a word out.

Taehyung wanted to return the man's gaze but his eyes refused to take the most direct route up, choosing the scenic route instead. Positively hopeless with directions, his eyes landed on the delicious, bulky thighs, then the generous side view of his buttock, they couldn't avoid the slim waist nor the gloriously sexy widening of his back, nor the strong shoulders, positively edible throat, least of all the vicious jawline and fuckme those lips...

By the time their eyes met, there was a knowing smirk on the man's face and Taehyung was practically panting, ready to pass out, unable to hide his need.

"Or are you the kind of man who likes to save the best for last?" Even though the line was so disgustingly cheesy, there was no way he could have said it any dirtier, flirtier or sexier and Taehyung was sure a little groan may have escaped his mouth without his permission -going by Jimin's stunned face, it had. Taehyung couldn't be any more embarrassed, even if he tried. He wanted to bury his head in the ground.

Having lost his ability to think and speak, Taehyung just bit his lip and nodded, blinking repeatedly, without even remembering what the question had been about.

To his frustration, the man carried on:

"Well you should have it now that it's had a chance to melt a little, sitting so close to something so hot for a while...."

Trying not to think about what he was referring to, Taehyung scrunched up the fabric of his pant legs into his sweaty hands and tried to breathe, ignoring Jimin's red face about to explode from holding in his laughter for so long. He was enjoying Taehyung's embarrassment way more than a good friend should (or perhaps he was enjoying it precisely because he was such a good friend). Taehyung could already tell this was going to be bad, he'd never hear the end of it. 

He looked up at the man from under his lashes. His incredibly attractive face seemed unreadable but there was a definite mental sharpness and mischief playing in the corners of his eyes and Taehyung finally believed that he was just teasing him rather than saying the stupid lines in all seriousness. Thank god, Taehyung thought when he let go the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding on to, relaxing a little.

"The hot chocolate. It's been next to the hot chocolate." He clarified, tone teasing, lips twitching with the effort of trying to contain a smile and Taehyung wanted to kick himself for being so flustered over a mere joke. He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling.

Suddenly, the man smiled widely, bright like the sun, his eyes crinkling at the corners, disappearing into happy crescents. His face was warm, a little apologetic and kind. Taehyung's stomach flipped and flipped. How can he be so goddam cute as well!!?? Taehyung thought in desperation and realised that in all likelihood, he wasn't going to make it out of here alive.

"I'm JungKook."

Smiling, he offered the tattooed hand for Taehyung to shake, his delicious clean cotton scent wafting around them, making Taehyung feel delirious with it, giving him the urge to crawl up his body and nuzzle into the crook of his neck and never stop smelling him. Taehyung wondered if he tasted like he smelled and groaned internally at the thought.

Gulping, unable to speak properly, he croaked in reply: "Taehyung."

He felt everything melt inside him at the firm grip around his slender fingers. Fuck!

The obvious strength in it, the slowly sliding thumb over the back of Taehyung's hand and the lingering hold ignited a ruthless barrage of thoughts of being fucked against a wall or over a table or being ruthlessly pounded in a bed whilst being held down....

Suddenly Taehyung worried about the possibility that he might actually just jump the man right here, without any consideration toward anyone else in the vicinity. His insides churned red hot with need.

Breathing in and out slowly, Taehyung managed a smile and a nod, hoping to seem a bit more in possession of his faculties than he actually was.

"I'm shutting the shop at 7pm if you want to come and taste... some more chocolates." With his dark eyes glowing under the suggestive eyebrows, he licked and bit his lower lip in clear indication that should Taehyung make an appearance, if any eating were to go on, it would certainly not include any chocolates.

"Oh that sounds... nice." Taehyung spoke, surprised he even managed that with his liquifying body.

Smirking with a tiny wink in the corner of his eye, JungKook turned back, taking their cups with him -but leaving the chocolate- and Taehyung got an eyeful of the fittest ass so perfectly encased in the tight pants. Holyshit!

"Nice! NICE?!? You fuckwit!" Jimin slapped Taehyung's head hard enough for hair to fly.

"Jeesusfuck you two, I felt like I was intruding just then, like I'd walked into someone having sex.... Ew." He made a show of shuddering in disgust while Taehyung was still trying to find his limbs that seemed to have melted.

"Did you see how he didn't even introduce himself to me!? So rude! Too busy flirting -badly I may add.... Hellloooooooo.... Earth to Tae?" he snapped his tiny fingers in front of Taehyung's face a few times. "You are so whipped for that guy, honestly. You should just come back and fuck it out of your system, seriously." He shook his head, eyes rolling again.

"M-m-msorry... What the fuck just happened...? Did he blatantly just ask me to come here for a fuck?" Taehyung said with heated cheeks, tasting the strange words in his mouth, his heart beating faster and faster, running laps around his chest. Could he really have been so lucky, to be so casually offered the very thing he was dying to have, just like that?

"Yeah, duh! I don't think even a blind man would have missed your drooling Tae, seriously. It's so embarrassing, I'm never going anywhere with you again." He muttered fake upset, a small smile playing in the corner of his mouth.