Twenty Seven
Location: Classified
Time: 4:26 pm
The loud sound coming from the television welcomed Jungkook as soon as he entered the house.
He's been staying at his partner's house for a couple of days, still not wanting to face the doctor.
However, he couldn't stop himself from worrying so from time to time, even for a short while just like now, he would go home and check on the doctor's whereabouts. He would also constantly check whether there's enough food supply in the kitchen.
The ravenette sighed, seeing the doctor sitting on the couch with chips in hand. He turned his head towards his direction, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment before Jungkook looked away.
He walked past the couch without sparing the other a glance nor a greeting.
"You're finally back."
Jungkook heard the doctor say, making him stop. He glanced to his direction, seeing him smiling.
"I thought you have totally abandoned your house under my care." Taehyung uttered, placing the bag of chips on the table.
The loud sound coming from the tv was immediately turned off by the doctor, allowing the silence to fill the space in between them.
"Were you staying at Yoongi's house?" Taehyung asked in an unusual friendly and calm manner that made the ravenette furrow his eyebrows.
Jungkook finally stared at the doctor, not understanding the sudden change in his behavior. He was expecting to get the cold shoulders after his blatant rejection to the other, but it seemed like that's not the case.
He saw him stood and walked towards his direction with a little smile on his lips.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Taehyung inquired, batting his eyes cutely.
The ravenette gazed down the doctor's lips, a little taken aback to see his charming boxy smile, giving him a clear view of his pearly white teeth.
He looks fucking adorable...
Jungkook cleared his throat, brushing off the thought away from his mind. He stepped back a little, finding the doctor impossibly close to him.
"I'm just going to get fresh clothes." Jungkook uttered, averting his gaze.
Taehyung nodded his head. "How long will you be away?" He asked, stepping forward.
Jungkook knotted his forehead, alarmed that Taehyung kept on closing the gap between them.
"I don't know. Maybe until we finish your case." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, stepping back once more.
"Oh. So I guess you won't be around a lot?" Taehyung peered, moving forward until he's standing so close to the ravenette.
"I..guess so." He uttered, cautiously moving back once more.
Taehyung pouted, evidently showing distaste.
"That's a shame." He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared at the ravenette before slowly moving closer, to Jungkook's utter horror.
Everytime the ravenette moves away, Taehyung is quick to close the gap, not wanting any space between them. This made the assassin frustrated as he moved some more until his back bumped into the wall, trapping him with nowhere to go.
The doctor walked closer, smiling innocently at him.
"Say, can I come with you?" Taehyung suggested, beaming at the other. He slowly lifted his right hand, reaching out to Jungkook's shoulder blade.
He felt the latter's muscle tense under his palms, making him scream internally.
"It's boring here without you." Taehyung whispered, his voice so low and full of longing that had Jungkook gulping.
The ravenette stared at the doctor's innocent lovely face, looking so hopeful. He felt his hand caress his shoulder, gliding slowly to his neck. The warmth in his hand finally came in contact to his skin, making him furrow his brows even more.
"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked in a dangerous voice. His eyes travelled from the doctor's hand now on his shoulder, going back to his beautiful face.
The doctor blinked his eyes, looking so innocent as if he's not doing anything wrong.
"What?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Jungkook seriously looked at him, but he just smiled in return.
"Oh. You mean this?" Taehyung asked, gliding his hand back on his neck. He caressed it a bit more before pulling away.
"There's powder on you." He pointed out, smiling even wider.
The ravenette looked unconvinced. "I don't use powder." He said in a firm voice.
"Oh." Taehyung gasped. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress a giggle from coming out.
Busted.
"Maybe that's flour?" He said, faking innocence with a huge smile. "Anyway, didn't you say you need clothes? Come on, I'll help you."
Even before Jungkook could protest, Taehyung was already walking towards the room. He could only shake his head and sigh with the way Taehyung is acting, before following behind him.
"How many clothes will you need?" Taehyung asked, opening the cabinet. He scanned the wardrobe, noting how it looked so dead with only two colors, black and white.
He rummaged inside, seeing that most of the clothes were just plain shirts with different cuts.
Jungkook was standing by the doorway, sighing in frustration as he went near to the doctor. He stood behind him, quickly dragging him away from his cabinet and closing it in an instant.
"I don't need your help." Jungkook uttered, sounding exasperated. "Just go back to the living room." He commanded, finding it even harder to move with the doctor around.
Taehyung pouted, but decided not to do what he's told to. Instead, he slumped and lied down on the bed, propping his elbow on the mattress and supporting his right cheek as he settled on staring at the ravenette.
"Okay. I'll just watch you, then."
Jungkook sighed, shaking his head and letting Taehyung do what he likes. He started focusing on getting his clothes, not minding the doctor.
True to his words, Taehyung watched him intently. He gawked at the way the ravenette's muscles flexed when he reached for his shirt, eyes feasting on his broad back, unashamed.
He's staring to the point that Jungkook couldn't ignore him. The ravenette groaned, turning around to face the doctor. His patience is already at its limit.
"Will you seriously just stop?" Jungkook muttered, now glaring at the doctor.
Taehyung grinned. "What?"
Jungkook snickered. He's so done with the other's games. With long strides, Jungkook settled on the endge of the bed, towering over him.
"Get the hell out." He commanded, but Taehyung just smiled.
"Why? I'm not even doing anything to bother you." He whined, making Jungkook roll his eyes.
"Get up and go." He reached out for Taehyung's arm, forcefully trying to stand him out of the bed.
However, Taehyung was quick to shift on the bed, unashamedly opening his legs and wrapping it around the ravenette's waist.
His hands gripped Jungkook's arm in a rushed manner, catching him off guard.
Jungkook wasn't able to react when Taehyung pulled him down on top of him, body falling on the doctor's own.
"Tae--" Jungkook blurted out in panic, his left arm quickly planting in the mattress, holding off his weight to prevent himself from squishing the doctor.
"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?" He said, voice laced with anger.
He saw Taehyung grin before using all his force to flip them over, Jungkook's back now on the mattress while Taehyung straddle on top of him, his ass on his abdomen, hand pressed on top of his chest.
The doctor huffed, his lips turning into a playful smile as he stared at the ravenette.
"That was tough." Taehyung said, catching his breath. He naughtily smiled at Jungkook who looked at him with wide eyes.
He put all his weight on the ravenette, not allowing him to stand. In normal occasions, Jungkook could have easily pushed him off of him, considering his strength. However, he couldn't move a muscle from shock, too surprised to even let the moment sink in.
All he could think of is the fact that the doctor is on top of him, unusually aggressive, a total opposite of his shy nature.
And damn. He's so fucking hot.
Taehyung bit his lower lip, seeing Jungkook's eyes turn darker in shade, suddenly making him feel hot all over.
He felt excited, having this dangerous man on his mercy. He didn't know having the upper hand would make him feel so hot and sexy.
Taehyung's hands caress Jungkook's broad chest, feeling him up over his shirt. He could feel his heavy breathing, making him even more excited. He shifted himself lower, his ass deliciously pressed on the ravenette's crotch.
"Hmm.." He bit his lip, feeling that familiar hard bulge against his ass. He subconsciously licked his lips, his own cock hardening.
Taehyung slowly grinds down, eyes staring deeply at those charcoal ones. He bit his lip, suppressing his moan from coming out as the pleasure started to build on his lower abdomen.
His heavy breathing matches with Jungkook's, hand finding purchase on the doctor's slim waist.
However, Taehyung swatted his hands, shaking his head in an authoritative manner. He took Jungkook's hands on his own, intertwining and pinning them down on his side.
"You don't get to touch." Taehyung uttered in a firm voice.
He wants to take control, not allowing Jungkook to always have his way. He badly craves for him to beg and want him without holding himself back again.
The doctor slowly grinds himself even more, earning a low raspy growl from the ravenette. He could see the lust in his eyes grow even stronger when he started grinding fast and then teasingly coming into a full stop.
"Fuck!" Jungkook grunted, his hand tightening on Taehyung's own. He couldn't stand the teasing and it's making his mind go hazy.
Taehyung hummed, quickly lowering his head until his lips found Jungkook's own. He moaned, tasting his sweet taste that he had craved for a while.
He teasingly delved his tongue inside Jungkook's mouth, making the latter groan. Even before Jungkook could play with his tongue, Taehyung had already moved away, smiling naughtily at him.
The teasing continues, and Taehyung is clearly enjoying himself. He would grind himself harder but would stop immediately every time he sees that Jungkook is at his limit.
This frustrates Jungkook even more. He's been holding himself not to slam the doctor on the bed, but he knows when it's enough.
Taehyung didn't see it coming.
He yelped when Jungkook suddenly used his force to stand that he almost fell on the floor if not for the latter's strong hand supporting his ass.
He hasn't recovered from shock when Jungkook forcefully throws him on the mattress as if his weight is nothing to him.
"I had enough of your naughty ass." Jungkook uttered in a dangerous voice that had Taehyung's inside churning.
He stared at the lovely mess in front of him, his blue hair looking like the ocean waves, cheeks flushed, lips parted from his heavy breathing.
A total hot mess.
Jungkook could stare at him all day long and still want him with the same intensity.
However, now that he's standing on his feet with his body away from the doctor, his mind started to get clearer, finally contradicting what his boner is wanting him to do.
Kim Taehyung is like a painting for Jungkook.
Lovely to look at, but he's not allowed to touch.
Taehyung panicked, seeing Jungkook back away. He heard him heave a deep sigh, before turning around and walking away.
"Jungkook!" Taehyung called out but the latter already slammed the door behind.
He ran after him, but the latter is quick to go to his basement. Taehyung could follow him down there, but decided not to. Instead, he quickly went back inside the room, determined and unashamed of what he's about to do next.
When he promised himself he's going to make Jungkook his, he's not joking.
Down the basement, Jungkook angrily slumped on his chair. He's so frustrated and fucked up as he heaved a deep long sigh to calm his nerves.
"Fuck!" He cursed, kicking his long table in a harsh manner, letting it crash on the wall with a loud thud.
He angrily looked at the monitor, eyes settling on the doctor who just went back to his room.
Out of anger and frustration, Jungkook decided to turn off the screen. However, even before his hand touched the button, he saw Taehyung staring at the cctv.
Jungkook gulped, seeing the intense look on the doctor's eyes. He's really staring at the camera as if he knows Jungkook will be looking at him.
The ravenette almost fell off his chair when he saw the doctor slowly lifting his shirt over his head, all the while maintaining eye contact with the camera.
His body stiffened, seeing the doctor's hand caress his own body in a slow teasing manner until his hand reached his waistband.
Jungkook's throat turned dry when Taehyung slowly pushed the fabric down, letting it fall on the floor.
He's standing there in the middle of the room with only his briefs on, knowing fully well that Jungkook could see him.
The ravenette isn't dumb. He knows what Taehyung is doing and it's driving him mad.
As if it's not enough, Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, his back now facing the cctv, blocking his front.
Jungkook saw his hand move to his front, and he's not dumb not to know what Taehyung is doing when his hand started pumping up and down.
Though he couldn't see it, he knows he's pleasuring himself and he's doing it knowing fully well that he's watching.
"Fuck.." Jungkook groaned, feeling his cock hardening even more. He could feel his dick pulse at the sight.
He touched his aching cock above his jeans, feeling himself up. He saw Taehyung tip his head in pleasure, eyes closed with his mouth parted. He couldn't hear him moan and fuck, that would have sent him straight into hell.
Jungkook couldn't tear his gaze away from the screen. He could see the pleasure in Taehyung's face, his head tipping as he moans.
And fuck. Jungkook could read his lips.
Taehyung is screaming his name.
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His hand sloppily go up and down his length, body convulsing in pleasure. He's feeling so hot, knowing so well that Jungkook might be watching him.
He couldn't prevent the moans escaping his lips as his climax went nearer.
Few more strokes and he'll come.
He closed his eyes in pleasure, mind and senses already numb in the feeling of pure bliss.
All his life, he never thought he'd be doing such a nasty thing. But, after Jungkook, he had come to realize that he's capable of doing things beyond his imagination.
He was so lost in pleasure that he didn't hear the door of his room opening and closing.
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