It's been three weeks since the fated weekend that changed Jungkook's life, not a thing has been the same since.

His life looks exactly how it used to look: dance practice, auditions, part-time work, but if feels nothing like it used to feel like. There is now an underlying dissatisfaction, a missing factor. In truth, he's miserable and he's pretty sure he'll never be alright again until he's with Taehyung.

It only took a couple of days of moping to come to the conclusion that he has, utterly and irrevocably, fallen in love with the very person he was supposed to betray in the worst possible way.

Nothing came of the betrayal, to his surprise. Only a single hand-written note, neatly sealed in a formal envelope, informed him that everything was over.

"It's sorted. T." Was all it said.

A slap in the face if there ever was one – even when Jungkook knows exactly why there was nothing else, it still stings.

But the biggest surprise of all comes on a rainy Monday morning no different from any other miserable day since Taehyung left his life.

A letter. From Seoul National Ballet Academy, an invitation to audition.

"What the hell is this...?" he mutters, checking the envelope to see if there is anything else in it, in addition to the simple piece of paper with a named appointment for him, and only him, to go and audition at The Academy.

The instant joyful butterflies are crushed by the realisation that this has obviously been arranged by the CEO himself. After all, he must know people, he has power, Jungkook knows from Taehyung's file that he is a well known appreciator and collector of arts – it would be no stretch of an imagination for him to also be involved in the most prestigious school of ballet in South Korea.

The feeling that follows the realisation is anger, pure unadulterated, indignant anger. How could he do this? Offer this life line like some kind of twisted... payment. After everything?

No matter how much Jungkook wants a place at The Academy, he will never do it on anything other than his own merit, the next open auditions are still several months away. This is cheating.

He doesn't even bother getting changed out of his practice leggings, he simply throws an oversized jumper on top, big boots in his feet and a black bomber jacket and a cap deep on his head as the final touch.

Kim Taehyung, I'm coming for you.

The headquarters of Chelong Industries is an imposing tower of offices in the centre of Seoul, all metal and glass and too much money. Jungkook still remembers everything in the file that was presented to him before everything, he didn't even have to check on the web for the exact address.

He walks in like he owns the place and is immediately stopped by security when he doesn't have the appropriate clearance at the staff gates.

"I'm here to see Kim Taehyung," he announces with much more bravado than he's actually feeling at the sight of the several darkly suited men eyeing him up with suspicion.

"I'm afraid Mr Kim doesn't accept unsolicited visits."

"I'm a client, please let him know I'm here about the contract, it's very urgent," he makes up on the spot. It works enough to bring a shadow of a doubt on the main security guard's serious face.

"Please wait here."

The man walks to the security desk and Jungkook sees his opportunity. He jumps over the gates in a graceful arc and runs to the lifts, fast like the wind. The doors are just about to close, he slips in at the very last moment with the sounds of shouting echoing behind him.

He clicks on the top floor button and straightens his clothes, breathing the tension out slowly.

Taehyung looks up from his papers when the familiar, understated figure of his trusty assistant rushes in.

"Mr Kim, apologies, it's an emergency, there has been a security breach and someone is on their way up on the lift, they ran through the security, the desk just called." The wrangling fingers in front of the otherwise perfectly calm figure are the only show of worry.

"Can you get the lift footage up for me, Mrs Lee? Quickly." He rushes from behind his desk and they dash to the outer office, where the footage is already up on the computer, Mrs Lee having anticipated the request, like she always seems to.

For a moment, Taehyung is not sure, he can't see the face under the black cap, there is nothing on the darkly clad figure that suggest any familiarity – until he sees the silky leggings covering the shapely legs when the man moves around in nervous steps.

He sighs, relieved.

"It's fine, don't worry. You can take a half hour break now..." he checks the time, it's nearly 6pm. "In fact, just go home, I'll see you tomorrow." When his assistant won't budge, her brow furrowing with worry, he adds, "Don't worry, he's a good friend."

"Oh, alright, if you say so, Mr Kim."

"Please let security know. Take the other lift, Mrs Lee."

"Certainly. Good night, Sir."

Heart jumping out of his chest, Taehyung walks back into his office and sits down behind his desk, pretending like there isn't an earthquake of emotion shuddering inside him. He stares into the open doorway, trying to calm his breath. Why are you here, Jungkook?

It's only been a few weeks but he wonders if Jungkook still looks the same... or if he's missed him as much as he has... Taehyung squashes the thought immediately. Don't go there.

It's unexpectedly quiet in the executive floor, there is not a soul in sight, not even security ready to stop him, contrary to what Jungkook was expecting.

Almost straight away, he can see "Kim Taehyung, CEO" carved into a plaque on a door not far away from the lift. It's open, the lights are on. He gulps.

His boots are silent on the thick carpet when he walks to the office, heart in his throat. Suddenly, he doesn't feel quite so determined anymore, not quite so sure why he's even here, but the need to see Taehyung is what keeps him taking one step after the other.

As soon as Jungkook steps into the large office, the sight of Taehyung hits him like a physical touch, it renders him entirely speechless, he just stands and stares. Just like the CEO he is, Taehyung oozes power in his dark grey, tailored three piece suit, his fingers tented in front of him on the desk, as if positioned there on purpose and with great care, just to intimidate him.

"Please close the door, Jungkook," Taehyung says quietly, his face closed off. There is no hint of surprise, no longing, nothing, on those beautiful features.

Jolting out of it, Jungkook closes the door, and locks it. It's enough time to remember why he came here, why he's angry.

He pulls the letter out of his chest pocket and waves it in the air, taking a few angry steps closer.

"Is this something to do with you? The offer from The Academy? Did you pulls strings?" The slight widening of the eyes, when Jungkook walks closer and drops the crumpled letter between them on the desk, is the only movement on the carefully composed face.

Emotion floods Taehyung's insides the very second he sees the man he has missed more than anything. Jungkook stands straight, proud, like the dancer he is, and Taehyung has never seen anyone more beautiful. His throat tightens at all the emotions he is trying to keep locked inside him.

"It's just an audition, no favours, you'll still have to get in on your own merit," he says without looking at the pathetic piece of paper. His voice is rough because it's hard to breathe at the sight of everything that is Jungkook. In the all-black, eclectic outfit, he looks so fucking good, Taehyung's heart aches at the sight of him. The want is immediately there, right under the skin, screaming.

The puffy coat makes the shoulders seem even wider, the dark cap gives him such a hard air that, straight away, Taehyung feels himself soften, melt a little. He has to look away. His eyes stray onto the golden line of the sunset in the horizon, how it bounces off from the tops of the buildings, making the whole of Seoul look like a magical, golden sea.

If only I could sail away... he thinks... with him.

"Look at me."

The bottom of Taehyung's stomach falls off at the order. He stands up abruptly, leaning onto the desk, clinging onto the last dregs of his authority.

"You can't be seen here. You need to leave," he tries, even when every cell inside him is crying for Jungkook's touch, his kisses.

"No."

Taehyung's eyes flick to Jungkook's dark wells and he sees a lot of his own emotions reflected on their shiny surface. The longing is so strong, he can't breathe. He wants to cry.

"Well, there is nothing here for... you..." It hurts to even say it.

It's the tiny hesitation that gives Jungkook hope, it makes him realise that he didn't imagine it, everything that happened on the wild weekend in the ski resort happened to both of them, they both felt it, fully. It's not just him.

"I don't believe you," he says, quietly.

The gasp from Taehyung is loud enough to echo around the room, his slender fingers go to straighten his tie to distract from it, but Jungkook heard it, there is no taking it back.

Taehyung is just as weak for him as Jungkook is weak for him, he knows it.

He's only a few steps away.

"I-it doesn't matter..." Taehyung's voice squeaks a little funny when he sees Jungkook getting closer by the step. Panicked, he tries to shuffle away to the other side of the chair but Jungkook's hand clamps on his on the desk, and suddenly he is stuck. "Y-you need to leave, everything is sorted out now..." he tries, ass perching on the edge of his desk, over all his papers. Jungkook won't release his hand.

"Are you telling me this doesn't matter..."

Taehyung tries to resist, he really tries. A pathetic hand lifts to stop the dancer, but he merely whacks it out of the way, yanking Taehyung close by the neck.

"J-Jungko-" Taehyung stutters, helpless in the face of the grip, powerless as the familiar scent of Jungkook inundates him and he simply falls and falls...

Jungkook's lips land on the soft mouth with so much force their bodies collide and Taehyung melts against him, every single bit of resistance melting like spring snow. In that moment, nothing else matters.

Just as he pulls him closer, Taehyung's hand pushes against the shoulder, only for the touch to dissolve into a caress that pushes into his hair with urgency. He yanks in a pure act of desperation, equal in fervour to Jungkook's own thirst for him.

"I've missed you so much..." Jungkook pulls away, just for long enough to say it against the wet lips, then he sinks back into the softness that is Taehyung, kissing over and over, until urgency burns under his skin.

"I need you..." Taehyung whimpers and Jungkook leans around him to push everything off the desk in one violent sweep, pens, papers, phones, everything goes flying, firmly replaced by Taehyung on his back, willing and offering.

Jungkook doesn't recognise himself in the animal that he becomes upon seeing the swollen lips and the dark, pleading eyes, he fights the suit jacket off completely, then rips into the waistcoat and shirt, fighting until there is warm skin at his fingertips.

"Ahgod..." Taehyung moans, eyes rolling when fingers push into the mess of his clothes and slide over the skin. The last three weeks, after having been so lovingly touched, so thoroughly possessed... have been absolute agony. To lose something so suddenly, something he had waited, he now realises, for all his life... only to deny it now... the conflict is killing him.

He can feel tears rolling down his temples, helpless, happy tears, tears that know this is home.

"Kiss me..." he pleads with the desperation of a man knowing this has to be the last time.

"I'll kiss you forever Taehyung, I won't let you push me away, I won't!" Jungkook sits back into the chair and brings Taehyung off the desk to straddle his thighs. "Promise me, Angel... promise!" Jungkook insists, wide eyes wet with tears.

Even when the tattooed fingers cup around Taehyung's face, so lovingly pulling him close, he can't bring himself to promise. Too afraid of change, too scared to trust, whatever the reason, he merely cries without a sound, staring into those wide, pleading eyes, and shakes his head. "I can't... I'll lose everything."

"I can be your sugar daddy," Jungkook jokes, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. They both laugh, it's a little sad but it's cleansing, too, liberating somehow.

"Yeah, with your dance academy payments that you already don't know how you're going to pay for..." Taehyung cries and laughs at the same time, "I doubt you'll afford me..."

"I don't care. None of it means shit if I don't have you, don't you get it?"

Eyes wide, Taehyung cups his cheeks too.

"I get it, Baby, I really do... But I've also lived long enough to know you can't survive on nothing."

"C'mon, you're not that old!"

"I am...." he grins, it's always so effortless with Jungkook.

"Besides, you're totally spoilt, you're just worried you can't live without six cars."

"I only have four," Taehyung pouts.

"Only?" Jungkook wipes the falling tears off the soft cheeks and smiles gently. "I love you, Tae. I don't care about anything else."

Taehyung sobs a little, sniffling. He smiles through his tears when something collapses at the heartfelt words.

A new feeling bubbles inside him, the longer he stares into the starry eyes full of dreams, the more he realises, the feeling is hope. He finally understands that there is no meaning in his life, if he has no happiness in his heart... and the very happiness he needs and wants and loves, is right here.

"I love you too, Jungkookah," he breathes, happy and scared and so full of hope, all at the same time. "Can I take you home?" he asks, suddenly shy.

"For good?" The hopeful glint in those big brown eyes is just too much.

"Give me some time, Baby..." Taehyung says. For the first time, he doesn't feel afraid. "Just know that... my heart is yours, forever, I can't lie about that... anymore..." He blushes, feeling self-conscious at the big words. "As soon as I sort everything out, you can have my body for good, too..."

Jungkook pouts, visibly disappointed at the answer, then his face brightens all of a sudden and he asks, "While you're figuring it out, can I have it on loan?"

"You just don't let up, do you?"

"Nope, better get used to it, Angel."

"I think I told you not to call me that?"

"If you think it's okay to call me "Baby", I sure the hell am going to call you "angel", Angel!" Taehyung smiles so hard his cheeks hurt. It's true, he rather likes calling him that.

"Okay then, it's a deal."

"Do you mean lik-" The words a muffled by a loving kiss.

"Quit while your ahead," Taehyung mumbles softly, planting another kiss on the lips still trying to speak.

"Quitting is not in my vocabulary."

"I'm beginning to find it," Taehyung chuckles, "Let's go. I hope security are going to let us leave now that you've ruined all my clothes. Have you any idea how much this suit costs?" Taehyung smiles, not the least bit worried – about security, or his suit. He has never felt this free in his life.

"No worries, I'll pay you back..." Taehyung raises an eye brow, knowing full well he would never be able to afford it. "... in kind," Jungkook adds with a cheeky grin and they both laugh, the sound of their joy echoing down the empty corridors when they head out.

Jungkook's apartment is probably a tenth of the size of Taehyung's apartment but it's cosy, looks like it's actually lived in and best of all, it comes with Jungkook.

As soon as they get in, kick off their shoes and throw off their coats, Jungkook strolls into the lounge and the first thing he does is to put on some music to fill the background: soft, deep beat, R'n'B music. Its seductive sound fills the room when he turns to Taehyung.

"You wanna have a shower?" he asks, heading toward the open-plan kitchen.

"Please."

"Wanna have a beer, too?" he opens the small fridge and pulls out a couple of beers, passing one over.

"Yeah, why not." Taehyung smiles, feeling more care-free than he's felt in a decade. He tugs at his tie until it comes undone and pulls it off, unbuttoning the top of what's left of his shirt. He grabs the bottle and sits down on the worn, grey couch, decorated with bright, colourful cushions.

"It's not a lot, but it's mine," Jungkook points around the flat, decorated all in whites and modern greys, it's peaceful and calm, minimalist, which for some reason surprises Taehyung. "Bathroom is back down the corridor, opposite the bedroom... There's a clean towel in the cupboard, next to the shower. You want a t-shirt or something to put on after?"

He fusses but Taehyung's mind is still on the word "bedroom", his stomach twists sweetly at the thought of what goes on in those. It doesn't help one bit that Jungkook's eyes keep flicking down his front, where the torn shirt shows too much skin...

He can't stop staring when Jungkook throws his thick jumper off to the back of the couch in a casual move, revealing the shiny, black curve of his ass and waist under the skin tight leggings – they really leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, licking along the skin, along every muscle and sinew. Again, as if just to tempt Taehyung, he is only wearing a crop top, a black one this time, and he's all tattooed muscles and glorious, full chest.

"I was on my way to a dance practice when I got the letter..." Jungkook explains needlessly, blushing, when he sees him staring.

"Maybe you should do some practicing now..." Taehyung mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away. Yes, he is... greedy.

"You want to see me dance?" Jungkook asks, surprised.

"Absolutely, I mean... I want to see you naked more, but dancing is also good. You are gorgeous, I can't wait to see how you move, Baby," Taehyung hums, standing up – he can't stay still anymore, it's just not possible.

Jungkook walks to him, every step like that of a dancer, toes pointing out at an angle, arms delicately arched on his sides. He suddenly looks so graceful and somehow, weightless... Stopping only a step away, he lifts a long leg and rests it on Taehyung's shoulder, looking like the stretch is no effort at all to him, even though his toes are pointing to the ceiling. Taehyung doesn't even try to hide the awe on his face.

"So strong..." he purrs, hand tracing the muscle over the thigh where it bulges. It's not the only thing bulging, as it happens.

"I need that shower, I may have to make it a cold one, jeezus..." he whispers, mouth dry, fingers tracing the hills and valleys of the leg against him.

Jungkook grins while he brings the leg around Taehyung's slender waist, entrapping him within the circle of muscle.

"Why don't I join you and we keep it nice and warm instead...?" he whispers along the slender throat so keenly offering, his fingers already tugging at Taehyung's hair at the back of his head.

"Yes.... please, three weeks is too long..." he whines, not even embarrassed at his neediness anymore.

The grip in his hair loosens, much to Taehyung's disappointment, when Jungkook's eyebrows lift in surprise at his words.

"But... three weeks ago you were with me? Have you not been with... anyone since?" When Jungkook doesn't hide the surprise very well, Taehyung realises there may be a few things that need clarifying.

"There is no one else in my life Jungkook... I hadn't been with anyone for years before I met you..."

"But you're married..." he pouts, it's adorable, the most adorable thing Taehyung has ever seen.

"Only on paper, I never see her, we don't even live together... I've never been with her... that way... I'm not her... type," he smiles, leaving the implication to hang in the air between them.

"Oh." The ogre who hired him originally wasn't lying. "So, you're all mine." The smile that spreads on Jungkook's face is positively adorable.

"Yes... every single part, all yours." Taehyung grins, squealing loudly when he is suddenly lifted high by the waist, considerably less gracefully than a ballet dancer.

"I'd like to make an inspection of my property, in that case. A very thorough one..." Jungkook's voice dips and Taehyung feels a twitch in his pants.

"Where's that shower...?" he grabs a wrist and pulls Jungkook down the corridor, giggling.