💥 Life is like a tightrope 💥

The closing lift doors shook Jungkook out of his stupor.

What the fuck just happened?

For someone supposedly good at reading people and understanding and predicting their actions, this one hit Jungkook from out of nowhere.

He had completely missed all the cues leading up to this sudden -and seemingly unreasonable- burst of anger... but when he thought back and analysed carefully, he realised that the signs had all been there ... in Taehyung's wide eyes when he saw the collars, in the quietness of his voice when he had asked about the other submissives, in the rapid fluttering of his eye lashes as if... as if he had been blinking back tears. Jungkook gasped.

He'd totally fucked up. Utterly. Fuck!

While he had made his way back upstairs to his flat, the hurt shining bright in Taehyung's eyes played in his mind over and over and made his insides ache -too snug to his heart, too close for comfort for a place that had been deserted for as long as he could remember.

It didn't seem to matter how many times he pulled his fingers through his hair, it didn't make the perfect moments from earlier, nor the less perfect ones after, disappear out of his mind -his whole existence was suddenly in utter chaos with only a single constant running through the very middle of it: Taehyung.

Although the reason for Taehyung's upset escaped Jungkook, he did have an almost acceptable reason for being so utterly ignorant of his feelings.

Jungkook had always been a Dom for as long as he could remember so all of his relationships had been Dom/sub relationships, based purely on the sexual framework of BDSM. The care and consideration he put into his relationships existed purely inside the play space -as soon as the sub left the play room, their relationship became non-existent until the time the sub returned. So feelings were not something Jungkook associated with his affairs.

He had always been able to take his pick from a long line of awaiting, experienced subs who knew his preferences for no emotional entanglements. He always had freedom to choose because he was known for treating his subs with respect and consideration -which could not be said for some Doms.

So Jungkook never had to explain himself to anyone.

Given the circumstances, it hadn't even occurred to Jungkook to mention about the other subs, it came up purely by chance, as an afterthought almost and because he hadn't been prepared to have that conversation, he didn't handle it particularly well.

But even then, as much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he really, really, really ought to have realised that Taehyung didn't know him, he didn't know the scene. There was no reason for him to know about the chance of multiple subs, about the prevalence of fuck buddy arrangements.

Jungkook wondered if Taehyung would still have chosen to act the same, had he known.

Jungkook couldn't help but to torture himself with his earlier words, as if his discomfort would somehow take away from Taehyung's upset and bring him back so that he could just try again, so he could fix this.

Helpless to avoid it, Jungkook thought back to the expression on Taehyung's face when he had said there were three other subs, besides him. His face had been hard, indignant -a face that didn't fit his beautiful, soft features, at all.

If Jungkook had noticed it at the time, surely he could have still saved everything -or maybe it had already been too late then, since he hadn't realised to be open from the very beginning.

Something inside Jungkook twisted painfully.

Was the indignation burning bright in Taehyung's dark eyes more to do with jealousy over sharing Jungkook or the fact that if there were three others in addition to him, he would only be one of many and therefore, by definition, nothing special?

Thinking about it in those terms made it sound extremely harsh and the more Jungkook thought about it, the more Taehyung's reaction started to seem increasingly appropriate.

After all, how would Jungkook feel as one of many?

Taehyung's words flashed in his mind: "So then I can have another Dom, right?"

The thought of someone else's hands on that honey skin....

If Jungkook thought about Taehyung, how he had given himself so freely, so deeply and then thought about him doing that with someone else... he was filled with such rage -rage he had never experienced before- he was sure he could easily kill people without remorse if that only stopped it from happening.

He would never share him. No. Fucking. Way.

It would be humiliating to be the one who hadn't been chosen. To be the one who had to wait for their turn, powerless, knowing that someone else had what you most coveted.

The mood inside Jungkook was so strong, so guttural that he had to admit that it was a feeling. An intense feeling all to do with Taehyung.

Since the final thing he had said to Taehyung had been:

"I would advise you to keep your feelings separate from what's going on here. Just so that there's no misunderstanding,"

Jungkook was a hypocrite.

Suddenly Jungkook felt his eyes had been fully opened against his wishes, he was no longer able to avoid being honest about what was going on here.

He actually felt something burn at the back of his eye lids when he thought how Taehyung must have felt at his callous words -so insensitive and uncaring, especially directly after everything that had already been given. What a dick. He was beginning to wonder if Taehyung would ever speak to him again.

The vision of those wet, wide, hurt eyes in his mind tightened his throat.

Jungkook had always been in control of everything to do with his own life but this thing right here, right now, was getting completely out of his hands -it was his "first time for everything".

Because for the first time there was Taehyung.

Feisty, sassy, beautiful, powerful, misbehaving and oh-so-delicious Taehyung.

Jungkook should have realised from the very first time he saw him, when he had kicked that ogre at the bar, that Taehyung would never fit into any mould Jungkook -nor anyone else- could ever make. He paved his own way and no matter how deliciously he had submitted and melted in his hands, even then he had still been his own person and perhaps most importantly: entirely unintimidated by Jungkook.

It might be strange for a Dom to say that but for Jungkook, respect and willingness to submit were much more important than someone being intimidated into submission. What was freely given, after all, was much more valuable than that which was taken by force.

Jungkook suddenly realised that he had gotten used to the general placidity in his submissives and had become very used to doing whatever he wanted because he was always blindly followed without question.

But not Taehyung.

Not a single submissive had ever protested about there being more than one submissive.

Not one submissive had ever DEMANDED to be the only one, not one had ever laid down conditions...

But the revelation that shocked Jungkook the most, all the way down to his deepest core, was that this was the first time he had ever felt that...perhaps... one submissive was all he needed.

He doubted anyone else would do now that he'd had a taste of Taehyung.

Damn.

Sleep eluded Jungkook because his whole being was now tinted with the honeyed softness of Taehyung's skin, its warm colour tasting sweet on his lips. He was sure he could still smell the spicy scent of vanilla on his body, even after the shower, unless it had just burnt into his brain as his new favourite smell?

Even when Jungkook closed his eyes he could only see images of Taehyung, shuddering against him, offering himself, giving his all, so freely, trustingly even before he knew what it was that Jungkook was expecting him to give. The way his slender form had wrapped itself around him like a willow tree, slender and pliant in its surrender to the storm.

Yet, at the exact same time, he was also so strong -a temptation, a tease, a challenge with a fire burning bright in his eyes. The Fire that Jungkook so adored.

Taehyung truly was his equal. He was strong, yet delicate. Pliant, yet feisty. A delicious oxymoron.

He gazed at the empty bed next to him, feeling the rumpled sheets under his fingers and imagined what Taehyung would look like on the bed, naked, that soft curve of his hip rising from under the sheet, the shape of his shoulder, his longer fingers...his cloud of silver hair messy and eyes puffy from sleep.

There was a heaviness in his chest and a tightness in his throat and Jungkook knew there was only one cure for it: Taehyung.

In his apprehension over his actions, Jungkook wasn't sure if it was even worth trying to apologise because of the gravity of his sins. The simple possibility of Taehyung not accepting it gathered as a tight panic somewhere along his midriff.

Despite knowing why he had behaved the way he had behaved, Jungkook knew he didn't really have any excuse good enough to count toward his absolution.

Jungkook felt like a shitty fraud.

*

Taehyung could hardly see for the tears swimming in his eyes when he fought his way through the drunken, swaying crowd. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't -his breath wouldn't unstick in his throat until he was all the way outside, when he found himself leaning over, hands on his knees as if he had just run a mile, feeling like he was about to heave.

Well, he had run.

He had run away like a child at the first sign of confrontation and rather than talk about it like a grown-up, he had decided on a metaphorical mic drop and dash out of there like some heroine in a classic K drama, full of self-righteousness.

Whereas in reality, he was in pieces.

The emotional turmoil was too much to handle when his body was still fully in its vulnerable, soft, post-orgasmic state with its exposed underbelly and emotional neediness closest to the surface.

His whole being was a turbulence of anger and upset.

Of course he was angry about the "others" -why the fuck wouldn't he be!? Who the hell did Jungkook think he was?

Taehyung was furious at him for not mentioning his other subs. His rage was loud and causing a scene inside him but... there was a quieter voice of reason speaking right behind it, asking why Taehyung thought he had any right to be angry.

Taehyung couldn't even say exactly why he was angry because the feeling inside him was so strong it clouded his judgement, so much so that he couldn't dissect it all right now. Words like "belittled", "unimportant" and "disposable" floated around his head until they made him feel dizzy.

Taehyung leaned against a brick wall and tried to breathe. He could still hear the pulsing of music in the distance but there was enough silence around for him to find his lost self.

When the initial scorching steam of indignation had cooled down with the dissipating heat of his skin into the cool night air, it became obvious that Taehyung was much angrier at himself than he was at Jungkook.

He hated the fact that he had gotten emotionally entangled when he was the one who had sought out and thrown himself at Jungkook in order to get him entangled and upset. If anyone was to be blamed for his current upset, it should be Taehyung.

Jungkook had never made any promises, he had never, at any point, treated this as any kind of romantic arrangement -if anything, the whole thing to him had been much more akin to a business proposal. Nowhere had there been any space for feelings -so why was Taehyung so upset?

Jungkook owed him nothing. If Taehyung had wanted more than Jungkook had been offering, then he should have asked for it and not make assumptions about it.

But whatever their respective intentions had been, something significant had happened and he knew Jungkook had felt it just as much as he had -he had seen it in his dark, sparkling eyes the very moment before Taehyung orgasmed around him.

It was something that Taehyung didn't have a name for, like a... connection between them when they moved together as one and fed off each other's energies. To be dismissed as "just another one the subs" after that had truly been a slap in the face.

However, when Taehyung forced the keen eye of honesty on himself, he was most bothered to realise that he was the one who had lied first and his lies were way worse than Jungkook's lies, not only because he had done it with premeditation but also because it was about something as significant as who he actually was and why he was here.

After all that, what right did he have to be angry at Jungkook?

But the problem now was that Taehyung had nothing but a bruised heart and still no idea what had happened to his brother nor any way to find out. He was worse off than when he started all this malarkey. Idiot.

If that wasn't bad enough, to add the final insult to his injuries was that his tender body was already craving for Jungkook's touch, ever eager to find its limits in pleasure and pain, yearning to be taken in hand yet wanting to struggle against it.

How could he ever be satisfied with anyone else ever again? Would there ever be another person who understood Taehyung as well as Jungkook had done?

Desperate to forget about the whole thing, Taehyung jumped into a taxi and headed home.

Taehyung hadn't fully realised how much the guilt over being with Jungkook behind Jeong Gyu's back was killing him until he arrived back home and saw a pair of Jeong Gyu's shoes sitting pathetically by the front door, just waiting to be taken out every once in a while yet gathering dust. Their sad, useless existence somehow hit home how utterly wrong Taehyung had been to see Jungkook, no matter how good his intentions.

So despite his incessant, loud yearning for Jungkook, Taehyung realised that the right thing to do, the best thing to do, was to stop right here, right now and forget about him.

He would clear his mind and harden his heart and put this whole episode of madness behind him and move on.

Sleep was the only thing that was going to give him peace now.

Alas, sleep did not come because all of Taehyung, his mind, his body -dare he say even his heart- was full of Jungkook. It was as if his touch had crawled under Taehyung's skin, fused with him like ink on paper, forming his name in permanent letters too deep inside.

Words are one thing, promises another but even among all of the good intentions in the world, there is a head that thinks, a heart that feels but the flesh... the flesh is weak.

Taehyung woke up to the smell of pancakes.

In that infinite, timeless dream space right between sleep and wakefulness, Taehyung was drifting in and out of old memories, thinking that it was Mother cooking pancakes for him and Jeong Gyu like she sometimes used to when she was well enough.

His chest filled with happiness, feelings of being loved and cared for. Taehyung sunk into that secure sense of comfort from having one's mother close by. He buried his nose into the soft pillow and wrapped his arms around the covers, hugging them close while he slowly opened his eyes into the brightness of the morning sun.

Once the last dregs of sleep dissipated, reality crept in and Taehyung was filled with melancholy shades of blue when he remembered that Mother was long gone.

He stumbled out of bed with his limbs still heavy with memories and crept out of his room, trying to find his bearings in this strangeness occupying his house. Jeong Gyu hardly ever cooked, especially not in the last months that he had spent in his own personal pit of darkness.

A small inkling of hope ignited inside Taehyung.

"Morning." Jeong Gyu spoke from the hob, flicking a pancake in the air and catching it perfectly when it landed upside down on the frying pan.

Taehyung rubbed his eyes but didn't dare to breathe in case he was still sleeping. He didn't want to wake up if it meant that this Jeong Gyu would disappear. This was the old Jeong Gyu. The pre-Jungkook Jeong Gyu.

He was back to his old self.

Taehyung felt the tears of happiness burn at the back of his eyelids, he had been so worried Jeong Gyu would never recover from his depression. To have it happen so suddenly, so unexpectedly, was a shock but of the nicest kind. Jeong Gyu yesterday and Jeong Gyu today were two totally different people.

But Taehyung wasn't going to analyse it, he was going to welcome it with open arms and hope that it wasn't just some temporary relief but that things would stay like this forever.

"Morning." Taehyung's gravelly voice was full of happiness. He wanted to run to Jeong Gyu and hug him so hard his bones cracked, instead he sat down at the table that had already been set, with glasses of fresh orange sitting by the matching sets of plates.

This was a miracle. Maybe he had died in his sleep and this was heaven?

"I'm gonna head out, I need to get a haircut. I've got a job interview this afternoon." Jeong Gyu spoke as if he hadn't just been practically comatose for the best part of six months.

He arranged the pile of pancakes onto a big plate. He brought them over and gestured Taehyung have some.

Taehyung wondered if he'd ever be able to pick his jaw off the floor when the tears started overflowing despite his best efforts at containing them... he sniffled a little, trying to hide them.

The relief Taehyung felt over Jeong Gyu's recovery made him realise how worried he had actually been over him and how far mentally and physically stretched he had been in trying to keep everything afloat while Jeong Gyu was recovering. Now, the responsibility on Taehyung's shoulders already seemed much lighter and the relief he felt was immense.

There was a small smile playing in the corner of Jeong Gyu's mouth when he turned back to the pancakes and whispered, as if speaking to no one in particular:

"It's ok. Everything's ok."

Taehyung shoved his face full of pancake even when he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to swallow it for all the emotions stuck in his throat.

After some weeks, Taehyung became more trusting of the change, he was beginning to believe Jeong Gyu was back, really back.

He was in great shape, in fact, he seemed even more energetic than Taehyung ever remembered seeing him and much more proactive too.

He had gotten his old job back and had even taken on another part-time one to compensate for the time he had been incapacitated to pay for the debts Taehyung had accrued trying to cover everything with just his pay. Taehyung wasn't even sure when Jeong Gyu slept, that's how busy he was with all of his commitments.

It all seemed too good to be true.

Suddenly, Jeong Gyu took part in running the household, he helped Taehyung with the cooking and cleaning, he often even bought the veg from the market on his way home from work.

Not only that but Jeong Gyu decided that parts of the house needed updating so he was even coming up with some ambitious home improvement plans, designing the changes himself and pricing up the materials, buying them and then leaving them piled in places where Taehyung was constantly tripping over them to Jeong Gyu's amusement.

All of this was highly uncharacteristic of Jeong Gyu and Taehyung couldn't help but to feel a little apprehensive.

He started wondering if he should try and rein him in a bit.

Another very positive development since Jeong Gyu's resurrection from the darkness was that the pink bubble gum fairy Jimin returned to his brother's life -their differences obviously resolved.

Taehyung was ecstatic over this change because Jeong Gyu had started going out actively again and the step felt too big and too soon for Taehyung. He was worried that Jeong Gyu would relapse.

It was difficult for him not to play the overprotective mother hen because this had always been the role he'd been figuratively assigned long since, but Jimin's presence meant that he didn't have to worry quite so much -he would have Jeong Gyu's back.

It was also very difficult for Taehyung not to overanalyse everything to death. He avoided it best he could because he was worried if he looked closely enough, he might reveal fatal cracks that would lead to the imminent collapse of everything that they had been trying to re-build in the past weeks.

Taehyung was doing surprisingly well with not thinking about Jungkook -during the day, that is.

The nights, they were painful.

Taehyung would wake up after fitful dreams, his body sweaty and burning, skin marked with touches he missed more than he cared to admit, more than he should have done considering they had only been a few fleeting moments with a stranger he was supposed to hate.

Taehyung had long since decided that he couldn't bring himself to hate Jungkook because it was obvious that there was more to it than met the eye -Jungkook didn't seem capable of what Jeong Gyu had implied.

Taehyung was still curious about what had happened.

In fact, in his borderline paranoia over something going wrong with Jeong Gyu again, he had started thinking that maybe he did need to know what had happened, just so that he could stop it from happening again. If there was a specific trigger for Jeong Gyu's depression, Taehyung needed to know what it was and avoid it at all cost.

Needless to say, Taehyung kept thinking about Jungkook -a lot. He was becoming more and more tempted to see him, so tempted that the need to do so it shouted loudly inside him, all the time, every day.

He told himself it was just because Jungkook was the only person besides Jeong Gyu who knew what had happened.

Taehyung also thought he'd quite like to know for definite, mainly for his own sanity's sake, that Jungkook wasn't who Jeong Gyu said he was -even when he knew in his heart of hearts that there was no way Jungkook would ever do such a thing.

Other, much deeper reasons existed but Taehyung refused to give those thoughts even the tiniest bit of room in his mind because he was worried that if he did, there would be no coming back and he would be lost to them forever, unable to resist the temptation named Jungkook.

Taehyung had never been any good at avoiding danger. In fact Taehyung was quite attracted to it, like a moth to a flame. Despite having lived a big part of his life very much as the "responsible older brother" -out of necessity- he had a wild heart and had he had the chance, he probably would have lived wilder too.

Jungkook felt like danger, the essence of danger, in fact. Taehyung recognised his fire because it burned bright like his. He couldn't help but to be drawn to it.

It was becoming harder and harder to avoid thinking about that feeling...that unnameable feeling that he had only ever felt in the skilled hands of Jungkook. Such immense excitement with such profound... peace.

When he had been with Jungkook, it was as if he'd... found his place -and now, away from him, Taehyung felt completely out of place, all the time, as if he were lost, in need of Jungkook's guidance.

It was so incredibly confusing and frustrating because he had never needed anyone, let alone anyone's guidance.

In his desperation he even started wondering if there was a way he could somehow justify to himself that it was ok to see Jungkook -when he should have realised that just by thinking along those lines meant he had already decided he would.

Does it matter if I go to him now since Jeong Gyu is OK? Taehyung thought in his quiet moments, torturing himself with the possibility of seeing Jungkook again.

Taehyung could just about forgive himself for so colossally failing in his -in hindsight ridiculous- plan, but only because he was the only person who had known about it. He had taken that responsibility upon himself out of desperation that no longer existed and since the facts were scarce to say the least as well as conflicting, there really was no solid basis for a revenge. And well...

It was obvious to him now -as ashamed as he was to admit it- that he wanted Jungkook to himself more than he wanted to hurt him for Jeong Gyu. Was that being selfish?

When had Taehyung ever done anything just for himself?

Taehyung resisted for as long as he possibly could, until he felt like he was coming apart at the seams. Having reached his lowest point, he decided he was going to go on another mission -this time without the vendetta.

Once Taehyung decided he wanted something, he went for it. Taehyung was going to have Jungkook, whether he was ready or not.

The only snag was that Taehyung didn't know if Jungkook actually wanted him anymore but he had to try, either way, at least then he would know.

Then he remembered....

He remembered why he had been upset in the first place. "The others" were like a red flag in his mind that kept waving every time he looked in Jungkook's direction and made him feel like a bull about to charge.

Then he thought a bit more...

If Jungkook was tempted enough, maybe he might sacrifice a few things -three to be exact- to be with Taehyung. It wasn't beneath him to resort to a bit of blackmail to get what he wanted.

Taehyung wanted Jungkook and he wanted him just for himself.

He wasn't going to share so if that was the only option Jungkook was willing to offer, he could shove it, Taehyung played second fiddle to no one.

Taehyung already knew Jungkook would hate the fact that he was trying to outmanoeuvre him into doing what he wanted but surely, if Jungkook wanted him enough and he was asked nicely enough... then maybe they might reach an agreement?

Taehyung smiled with glee because finally, he had a plan.

So he prepared for maximum attack. It wasn't like Taehyung to do anything by halves so he was going in guns blazing.

Knowing Jungkook's obsession with Shibari and remembering how delightful the rope had felt wrapped around him, Taehyung decided to create a vision that Jungkook would be very unlikely to ignore: decorative Shibari clothing.

When Taehyung had been doing his research on Shibari, he had found out that it wasn't all about bondage, it was possible to create pieces of rope binding to be worn like clothes that allowed for free movement and merely decorated parts of the body. The best part of it was that there were many designs that were self-tie, meaning that Taehyung could do them himself.

Taehyung bought textured, soft, white cotton rope which felt gorgeous and would complement his tanned skin beautifully.

Taehyung wanted the temptation to be two-fold: visible and to-be-discovered. Meaning, he would wear a half corset design on his waist but he was also going to make a hip harness which he would hide under a loose pair of trousers.

Because Taehyung wasn't particularly experienced, the designs he chose were simple and quick -but he had an inkling that the design of the rope wasn't the pièce de résistance. The main temptation was what the rope was wrapped around: Taehyung's body.

The corset was a surprisingly easy thing to make, all Taehyung needed to do was to focus on the fact that the ropes were flat and straight and lined firmly next to each other. The loops of rope that went back and forth around him, with simple two lines of knots going down aligned with his nipples, created a solid half corset that reached from his bottom ribs down to just below his belly button.

It might have been simple but the effect was stunning.

The solid white was bright like snow and it make Taehyung's skin look even warmer and softer than it usually did. His slim waist was further cinched in and the effect of it on the curve of his derrière was impressive. Taehyung could totally see the appeal. Not only did it look good but it also felt good. That familiar feeling of a calm seeped into Taehyung again and warmed his insides.

The hip harness was more complicated but Taehyung was determined to do it.

Just the thought of wearing rope under his clothes was such a turn on.

Taehyung started the same way he remembered Jungkook had started, by folding the rope in half and finding the centre point.

When he wrapped the double rope around his waist, snug at the bottom of the corset and pulled the ends through the middle hoop, he had created his first round.

From there, Taehyung had to concentrate carefully because the design crossed over at the front, wrapped around at the very top of the thighs, twice, to create a wider band just under the curve of his ass. The ropes crossed over at the front, over his hips and his lower back creating very attractive lines not only under the round flesh of his ass cheeks but also around the top of it. This meant that the already lush and pert lobes became even more lush and pert.

Taehyung felt something stir at the pit of his stomach.

Taehyung looked into the mirror and gasped. Fuck that's sexy!

When he had finished the hip harness, the various crossing ropes and knots at the front created an attractive diamond shape right above Taehyung's cock. He still had a free bit of rope left over so he looked into what he might be able to do with it.

The instructions said that even though the harness was just a comfortable, non-sexual thing to wear, there was a last bit that could be added to make it much more sexually pleasurable... of course Taehyung went for it -why wouldn't he?

The final bit of rope hung down from the original knot just below his bellybutton. Taehyung separated the two strands and arranged them to go on either side of his cock. He wrapped a loose loop around the base of his shaft and secured it with the opposite rope, then he carried on, snuggly right next to his balls on either side, all the way under and up the groove of his ass and attached it at the top line of the back of the harness.

He could hardly breathe.

Taehyung absolutely understood the appeal of Shibari and why Jungkook was so obsessed with it.

The design was incredibly flattering but more than that, Taehyung already had that immense feeling of comfort, of being held and supported, cared for. It was beautiful. Add to that the fact that it squeezed all the right parts when he moved and had his hands shaking and he wasn't even dressed yet, and Taehyung was sold. Shibari was his favourite thing now too...

It seemed a shame to hide the corset design so Taehyung dug out his secret purchase (he may or may not have bought it to tempt Jungkook), a flimsy item of clothing so see-through and delicate it could hardly be called a top. Shimmering, silver and silky, it showed everything underneath -his delicate collarbones, the beautiful rope tie, his nipples. It made Taehyung blush a little. Could he really go in public wearing that?

He decided to soften the effect a little by throwing on a very light black jacked with sleeves that stopped high enough to show his dangly bracelets. He had quite liked the little choker he wore the first time as well, so he decided to pop that on.

He puffed up his silver hair and meeting his own gaze in the mirror, he decided not to analyse this, yet another crazy plan of his, in more detail.

He was grateful that Jeong Gyu wasn't at home so he could at least pretend not to feel guilty.

On his way to the club, Taehyung realised that it might not have been a good idea to wear such loose trousers over his rope harness.

Because he was not wearing any underwear, everything was freely moving and swaying against fabric.

By the time he arrived at the club, his skin was already on fire from the sensory overload of the tightness of the rope over and around and in between everything, the gentle caresses of the silk top over his pert nipples, the soft chafing of his trousers against his cock.

He practically stumbled in, his cheeks blushing delightfully.

He felt drunk with need.

Needless to say, all eyes were on him.

A vision in silver and black, submission screaming from his soft appearance and tight rope around him, it was all predatory eyes and gleaming glances again.

Taehyung was starting to think this had been a horrendously bad idea.

Nonetheless, the lifted his chin up and marched in without fear, determined to do what he came here for... which was what exactly, Taehyung? Snarky voice inside him spat.

Jungkook. Was the only answer.

He drifted towards the dance floor, hoping that overloading another sense for a moment might give him momentary respite from the ones that made his insides scream with need so that his brain function might return before he spoke to Jungkook -he needed his wits about because currently they were not where he needed them.

His hips started moving automatically, swaying to the music -as soon as that happened, all Taehyung could do was giggle because of course dancing was the worst thing he could possibly be doing considering his current predicament.

"Hey, doll. Don't you look delicious tonight?" A voice at his ear -not the voice he wanted to hear.

"Is that a question?" Taehyung said, not as harshly as he wanted to say it because his reeling body was softening at a rapid rate.

"No, most definitely a statement, honey." There was a hand at his back, Taehyung flinched.

"Don't touch me."

"C'mon sweetcakes, just wanna dance witcha." The man's breath smelled of alcohol.

Taehyung couldn't even be bothered to reply, he just turned to walk away but felt a grip at his wrist. He turned to kick the man when he was confronted by the vision in black that was Jungkook.

"Please don't kick me." He said in his normal voice, only just loud enough to be heard over the music. There was a twinkle of a smile in the corner of his eye. Was he thinking back to the time they had met? Taehyung was.

Taehyung couldn't breathe. Jungkook looked even better than he remembered.

It had only been a few weeks but even then, Taehyung's memories didn't do Jungkook justice.

"Why not? Give me one reason not to." Taehyung was surprised he managed to amass the attitude with everything going on inside him, the yearning he felt, the electricity running through him purely because of the firm grip around his wrist.

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe you should just kick me. I deserve it." His eyes were intense, black pools swimming with regret. His grip loosened and fell away.

Taehyung couldn't help but to miss it immediately.

At the same time, he was reminded of why he had been so angry in the first place. He wasn't going to be one of many. He panicked when he realised this plan wasn't going to solve anything. What the fuck was I thinking? Frustrated, Taehyung pushed through the people, he wanted to leave, he needed to leave before he did something stupid he would end up regretting. Taehyung reminded himself that he didn't throw himself at people in desperation. He had more pride than that.

Jungkook saw all the emotions shifting rapidly on Taehyung's flushed, incredibly delightful face and he felt an inkling of hope because the first feeling he had seen had been positive: Taehyung had been happy to see him.

As soon as he had seen the inkling of hope, it disappeared and Taehyung's face closed off. He turned to leave.

"Please. Wait." Jungkook pleaded, desperation clearly tinting his voice.

Taehyung carried on toward the bathrooms, pushing through people, ignoring Jungkook's calls.