PLEASE NOTE 🔞 Taekook. Explicit, No Angst, Happy Ending, smut & fluff

Author Note:

This fic was written to celebrate 500k total reads on my Ao3 profile – thank you for your support, everyone, you mean the world to me!

I'm not sure what this is, but this story is partly inspired by true events! I needed to burn off some steam, so I wrote this pretty quickly, just for giggles – I want to apologise for any possible medical inaccuracies as research wasn't really a priority for this one! (You can tell what was, when you'll read it lol oops)

Have fun thinking about this the next time you go to the dentist for a check-up! ;)

As usual, don't forget that you can like every chapter - the more you like and comment (even if it's just an emoji), the better this story will do! Make my day and leave a comment, I will always try my best reply!

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Chapter 1

Taehyung has always been very good at keeping secrets.

One of his biggest secrets is his long-term, ongoing crush on his colleague and business partner Dr Jeon, Jungkook, who co-owns their dental practice with him.

They've known each other for over ten years, since they went to dental school together and decided to set up Gentle Dental directly after graduating. It has been a great success – which is the main reason for Taehyung's reluctance to try and get closer to his partner, despite his agonising want.

Another, slightly more vague reason for not taking the plunge, is that Jungkook has always very much kept to himself and as a result, they are not particularly close, even though they work together and have known each other for a decade. There is an invisible line between them, one that is very difficult to cross. Taehyung knows hardly a thing about Jungkook or his life outside the practice. The man, as a result, remains an intriguing mystery.

So, Taehyung aches, alone, in his feelings.

On a daily basis, he burns for Dr Jeon's attention, in fact, the distance between them only fuels his fantasies, which have been getting a little out of hand, of late...

His filthy thoughts tend to take over his every waking hour. Every moment that he is not elbow-deep in treating patients, Taehyung is getting flustered thinking about the glorious width of those shoulders under the white coat, the shine of the shoulder-length, dark hair that falls naturally over the dark eyes behind the metal-rimmed glasses... (Oh boy, Taehyung has such a thing for the glasses...)

Taehyung has managed to make Jungkook's aloofness into his biggest source of fantasies. The delicious juxtaposition of Dr Jeon's prim image and the suggestion of wildness that peaks out from under his sleeves in the form of the extensive tattoos – which he already started getting years ago at university – gives Taehyung such a plethora of material to work with. Sometimes, in his most desperate moments, he wonders how far up the ink reaches, he even dares to hope that one day, he'll find out, first hand.

Professionally, they have always been on the same page about the practice and have never disagreed about anything.

Until now.

"Dr Jeon, Dr Jeon!" Taehyung shouts, rushing past the small figure of the flustered assistant, Mrs Lee. He ignores her raised, waving hands and pushes into Jungkook's office without invitation, moving at such speed that the door slams against the wall.

"You cannot do this!" he continues in one breath, "The equipment is against everything that we founded Gentle Dental for! How could you do this?! Can't you see-"

The office appears empty.

Identical to Taehyung's office across the corridor, the comfortable space is dominated by the large, traditional desk that faces the door, it's accompanied by a pair of comfortable chairs in front of it, a tall filing cabinet to one side and a plain privacy screen on the other, used for getting changed in the office. It was Taehyung's idea to put them in, to save time between appointments, for those summer days when one simply needs a new shirt or a white coat, more than once a day.

A familiar, soft voice speaks from behind the very screen.

"Dr Kim-"

Fuelled by the anger that clouds his judgement, Taehyung barges behind the screen and stops in his tracks when the sight of the topless Dr Jeon and his delightfully toned, tattoo-covered body shocks him out of it. But by then it's too late, his eyes are already roaming, greedy in their quest to save every single detail into memory. He gulps, suddenly struggling to breathe.

"Dr Kim?" Dr Jeon frowns at the rude intrusion, shirt in hand.

"You-you..." Taehyung points a feeble finger at his colleague, forgetting every single word ever muttered. It's impossible to form a sensible sentence with everything that is currently flicking in Taehyung's mind: his own, personal porn flick involving the very torso in front of him and his own, very wet and eager tongue slobbering all over the perfect muscles. Not one thought directs him toward the serious conversation he came here to have.

"Dr Kim." Jungkook's tone turns into a gentle chastisement. "I'm sure our lovely assistant told you I'm getting changed? What couldn't wait for one minute while I get some clothes on?" The stern look over the edge of the glasses has Taehyung's knees jellifying in an instant.

"I-I... " His brain hums, full of the sexiest figure he has ever seen. Fuck. A finger pushes under the collar of his shirt to try and help the air go down better, but nothing seems to work – the white lab coat on top of Taehyung's shirt feels suffocating, suddenly.

Of course, Jungkook sees him stare – no, lick with his eyes – after all, even a blind man would have by now. Taehyung can't decide if the hint of darkness that flashes in the corners of the brown eyes is genuine or if he just wished it into existence, like in so many of his filthy daydreams.

"Unless you'd rather do something that doesn't require clothes... or speaking?" Jungkook's head tilts suggestively – quite opposite to his usual manner – which confuses Taehyung even more when the tone darkens into a delicious, unfamiliar softness. It's a mere tease, a push, but when a brow rises in a taunt, that's when Taehyung finally knows he's utterly done for. Damn. Blushing from head to toe, he turns his back to the vision he never wants to forget, hand flying to his face in shame when his brain finally catches on and he's able to speak.

"Dr Jeon, you have to send the equipment back – before someone finds out we have it! We can't go around tying patients down while we treat them, you have to know it goes against everything we stand for, everything that any decent dentist should be doing!" The swell of anger inside him deflates into bitter disappointment.

Taehyung nearly jumps out of his skin when a warm, comforting hand lands on his shoulder from behind. Jungkook gives him a little squeeze.

"Let me finish getting changed and we can talk about this. Give me a chance to explain."

Taehyung swirls around, instant fury flaring up inside him. "There's nothing to explain! Just get rid of it!" he shouts.

Suddenly, Jungkook is just too close and it's just too much hotness and history of daydreams in Taehyung's mind to be able to focus on anything but the glorious curve of the intricately tattooed chest. When he is finally able to drag his eyes away – fuelled with an annoyed intention to glare Jungkook in the eye – even then, he doesn't quite make it... his gaze gets lost and lingers on the soft lips instead – how often has he imagined them all over his body, teasing with tantalising kisses?

It feels like Taehyung's stomach is about to take flight in the extending silence.

"Dr Kim?" Jungkook prompts, mildly annoyed, and the illusion is broken.

"W-what?"

"Let me finish getting changed."

"Oh-Alright," Taehyung stutters, flustered.

He steps away from the screen but he can't shake the heated turbulence inside him. This is ridiculous! He's got it so bad for Jungkook, his whole body aches with it... he's more tempted than ever, just to throw himself at the man, consequences be damned.

By the time Jungkook is finished, with a sparkling new white shirt and a subtly lined black tie under his perfectly starched lab coat (glasses sitting perfectly straight on his marvellous nose), Mrs Lee comes in to say it's time for her to head home.

"I'm sorry Dr Jeon, I did try and stop him," she glares from the door and Taehyung blushes again, feeling like a naughty child under the formidable woman's scrutiny.

"It's alright, Mrs Lee, you can go home now, thank you for all your hard work today. We'll lock up properly when we're done here, just make sure the front door is locked." Jungkook smiles at her and a tremor runs all the way down Taehyung's spine at the sight. "We're nearly done, I just have to show Dr Kim the new equipment," he adds to reassure when it looks like Mrs Lee is hesitating.

They all walk out of the office together and whilst their assistant heads for the front door, Jungkook carries on toward Treatment Room 1, where he normally operates, at the end of the brightly-lit, baby blue corridor. Feeling a little dazed, Taehyung follows without a word, suddenly very aware of the fact that they will be all alone.