"It isn't a party without Yoongi killing someone," Hoseok remarked, manspreading his legs and slouching back on the couch of the club.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, puffing out his cheeks that he would never admit were squishy. Tonight, he had decided to spend time with his friends since Jungkook had returned from his break, but he was regretting it for several reasons. One was Hoseok picking at him and another was that he was already starting to miss Jimin.

"I only kill when someone annoys me, no one's annoying me."

That very moment a woman in a black and pink kitty dress stood behind his couch, giggling sweetly to grab Yoongi's attention before dragging one of her palms down his chest. Yoongi stiffened, a little grimace growing past his lips. Whereas Hoseok perked an eyebrow in interest, waiting for Yoongi's reflex.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, slapping away the woman's hand from his chest which was nearing his crotch and shooing her away with an annoyed grunt.

Hoseok howled in awe, jumping a little from his couch. "See! You didn't kill her! Wasn't I saying his recent fuck-buddy has turned him into a softie, Jungkook?!"

Hoseok turned for Jungkook's response, who looked in a haze, looking down at his lap and not paying attention to any crap their best friends had done up till now.

He was in deep thought, and why wouldn't he be? He had been feeling feverish recently. Considering he had met Kim Taehyung perhaps five times within these past two weeks.

Twice because the vicious bastard had called him to his office for no reason. Just to rile him up, dig holes with his predatory eyes, and create this thick fog of tension Jungkook couldn't find a way out of.

Twice again because Taehyung had entered his house as if he fucking owned the place just to do it all over again, this time with some grazing touches which felt like a burning matchstick gliding slowly onto his skin.

Once again because Taehyung had dropped himself in his house the third time. This time to stomp his pretty lips onto Jungkook's in a bruising kiss. The kiss was everything one could want, it was as if Taehyung was drinking from them, punishing, controlling, but so deep it could leave one dizzy.

The problem was...Jungkook was straight.

And he winced every time he thought of the mob boss. What the fuck was he playing at?!

Why did Jungkook even care? He was straight. 

Yes, Jungkook had pushed him hard. Had looked at Taehyung with wide eyes while panting. Had felt his whole body on fire.

"Go away!" He had shrieked, so loudly it was clear he'd do something ruthlessly violent if Taehyung didn't comply.

But Taehyung being the bastard he was, smirked arrogantly, winked at Jungkook before drawing out "Until I completely ruin you, Jungkook."

Jungkook had never felt so disarmed before. Never had lost so much control after tying so many whores to the bed and fucking them senseless.

He had never felt so pathetic...so pathetic to ask for what all of this meant. There was just an urge to know, so he had without thinking shouted at Taehyung to wait who was at the doorstep, ready to leave.

Taehyung hooked his eyes with Jungkook's, his lips slightly tugging upwards.

Jungkook was still panting for some reason. It was the effect Taehyung had on him. An effect he hadn't realised was ever there. An effect that had pushed him to ask, "What the fuck are you trying to do?"

He couldn't describe the shame and embarrassment that had washed over him like a fucking tsunami when Taehyung had huffed a vicious laugh.

Jungkook could see his lips forming the words. Those lips that had kissed him infatuatedly. 

"I plan on wrecking you, Jeon Jungkook. Entirely."

"Jungkook!"

He snapped back to reality when Hoseok slapped his upper arm. He jolted in surprise and looked at his two friends.

"Where did you get lost?"

"Uhh..." He stuttered out between wavered breaths. "Uh...nowhere. You were saying?"

"Yes!" Hoseok exclaimed. "I was saying that Yoongi's recent fuck buddy has turned him into a fluff ball-"

"You seem a bit out of it, Kook." Yoongi cut Hoseok's rambling with a serious tone. "Something wrong?"

Jungkook stared at Yoongi, contemplating whether he should ask his bisexual best friend about it. About turning bisexual for just one man.

There was something called as pansexuality, right?

You're not gay for that piece of shit. 

"Nothing wrong," Jungkook answered. "Just... mentally exhausted."

"Ha! Get laid." Hoseok suggested.

Yes, yes, get laid. Get laid with a woman and you'll know how straight you are. You'll prove yourself wrong...

"Yes, I think that's exactly what I need."

With that Jungkook was standing up, marching his way towards the crowd and sticking himself to the first girl he could see. He didn't care, he just needed to prove himself he liked pussy rather than cock. He liked pussy rather than Taehyung's cock.

He was grinding onto the girl, moving his body and controlling hers to move with him. Yes, he liked control. The girl turned around a disgustingly blushing mess. Jungkook grabbed her chin, and fanning his breath onto her lips.

"I'm thirsty, will that pussy serve me well?" He husked, hand going down in between her legs to rub against her wetness.

Within moments he had the woman bent over a couch within the private areas of the club, screaming and shaking under him as he plunged hard and fast inside her.

She looked so over the edge but Jungkook was nowhere near. Heck, he couldn't even chase his high. He didn't understand this, frustration building up inside him. Why was his dick squeezing inside a woman's folds not enough for him?

What kind of spell had Kim Taehyung put him under?

Taehyung...

"F-fuck!" He let out hoarsely as he pictured Taehyung bent over this way. His brown locks everywhere, mouth drooling and tears embracing his cheeks as Jungkook would ram himself inside of him.

It was like a punch in the groin, fuck, controlling Taehyung. Making him break his stoic mob-boss exterior. Wiping the smugness off of his elegant face by biting and sucking all over his hot and clammy skin.

"Ha- ah!"

Making Taehyung burn in shame, throw off his dignity as he'd make him beg for his cock. His pace became faster, his fingers scouring into the poor girl's slim waist.

Within the next few seconds, his orgasm was thrashing down on him as he pulled out of the girl. He wondered if he had had such a powerful orgasm before, eyes going shut from exhaustion as he breathed heavily.

He quickly shooed the girl away, who looked so fucked out, as he dropped himself down on the sofa, ignoring the look of offend she gave him. Everything was dark around him, though he had grown accustomed to the darkness when he was fucking her.

A bitter taste spread in his mouth, his heart kind of sinking to his stomach. He just came so hard thinking of Kim Taehyung. The man he was supposed to hate. The man who had been nothing but a jerk to him. Moreover he came thinking about a man.

He knew at that time he was in big trouble.

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Taehyung is THAT son of a bitch ;)

For anyone wondering why is Jungkook so stubborn at proving himself straight: masculinity problems. He's a whole built assassin, the last thing he wants is to be vulnerable. Our Jiminie beats him in this one. But unlike him, Jungkook knows the world and their problems with homosexuality. And he especially doesn't want to be vulnerable in front of Taehyung. Dominant rivalry lol