[Dancing through the night
A vodka and a sprite
A glimpse of the silhouettes
A night that they never forget]

Taehyung was a masterpiece. His long tan legs were flexible as they were pressed to his chest, knees touching collarbones. His deep moans rang in Jungkook's ears as he was knuckles deep into the boy, pleasuring him in the way others often did to him. It had been a while since Jungkook had been intimate but he enjoyed being the one on top, especially when a cute boy like Taehyung just took everything that was given to him.

"J-Jungkook", Taehyung groaned, "Please, please just-"

He threw his head back, his beautiful brown locks spread out on the pillow. The bedside lamp was the only thing lighting the room and it made the shadows dance on the wall, displaying their naughty act.

The next morning Taehyung was curled into a ball, eyes fluttering open as sunlight poured in from the open window. It was a warm Saturday morning and Jungkook had most likely opened the window to get rid of the scent that hung heavy in the air. Taehyung groaned at the bright sun and moved over to his other shoulder to curl back into himself. As he nuzzled his head back into the pillow, he could hear the shower running.

The spot next to him was empty and the sheets had been tossed to the side. Taehyung pouted – he quite adored cuddling in the morning with his preferred one-night stands much like Jungkook (there hadn't been many other preferred one-night stands) – and shuffled closer to where Jungkook had once laid. The spot was still warm and the sheets were now all his. He bundled them around his body and once Jungkook had wandered back into the bedroom he was met with a burrito with brown hair.

Taehyung's eyes fluttered back open once he could hear the footsteps halt in front of the closet. Jungkook's back was turned to him. He was rubbing the towel against his hair while another was wrapped around his small waist. Taehyung took his time to let his eyes slide from the broad shoulders, down to the muscular back, and then to the small waist. He wished the towel would just drop so he could take a peek at that cute ass that he hadn't been able to catch a real glimpse of last night.

Jungkook could sense the curious but heated gaze on his skin and when he glanced over his shoulder, a lopsided grin on his face, he made instant eye contact with the bed burrito. Taehyung's gaze didn't falter and he merely mirrored the grin on his own lips. "Don't get anything in your head", Taehyung drawled out, beginning to stretch, "I rarely sleep twice with the same person."

Jungkook lightly scoffed, "I wasn't thinking anything. I've just showered, no way I'm getting dirty again."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Sure big guy." The boy turned to lay on his stomach to drop his face back into the pillow. "How early is it?"

"It's ten", Jungkook told him, finally fishing out a shirt, "I have a meeting in one hour."

"But it's a Saturday", Taehyung pointed out, lifting his head from the pillow, "And you have work?"

Jungkook snorted, "Work never stops. I don't know how it's for you, but my work schedule is quite irregular."

Taehyung thought of his own job. Seeing as he worked at a coffee shop, his schedule was quite regular. He never worked the weekends and he only took the hours he had free from college. When he was lost in thought, he remembered he had never told Jungkook about how he was still a student and how Jungkook was definitely older than him.

Then again, he never quite shared that much information with his one-night stands.

As Jungkook fiddled with the buttons of his black button-up, Taehyung rolled over and smiled. "By the way, recalling yesterday's conversation, I should probably thank you."

"Why's that?" Jungkook looked up as he finished his last button and went to fix the cuffs. Taehyung thought he looked ridiculously sexy in a shirt as tight as that, feeling like his biceps might just rip the material if Jungkook moved too quickly.

"Thanks to you my body count just hit triple digits."

Unaware to Taehyung – who was innocently thinking that this would be amusing news – Jungkook's heart came to an almost full stop. He dropped his arms, time moving slower as he thought of the ways Taehyung could have murdered someone when he was with Jungkook. Jungkook got the urge to pat down his own body to check if he was still alive until he decided against it. "What do you mean?" He could feel suspicion start to swell. Had this been Taehyung's plan from the start? Had his target been someone in the same apartment block as him?

Jungkook mentally cursed. Of course, Taehyung had planned this all out. He'd seduce Jungkook, let himself be brought back to Jungkook's flat, and when the man was worn out from their activities, he'd sneak out and kill the victim who was most probably one of his neighbors.

Jungkook ignored the pang of pain he felt at thinking that. He had been used. Of course, Taehyung had never been interested in him. It had been his job. Jungkook might not even be his type. He might have not even enjoyed last night.

Jungkook shook his head – no, Taehyung had enjoyed himself, he had spurred Jungkook on for a third round. Hadn't he been the one to request they'd do it against the wall at one point? Hadn't he come two times?

He was so mixed up in his own head that he hadn't almost caught Taehyung's reply. "Well, my body count had been 99 before coming here. And after sleeping with you, since you are a person I hadn't slept with, it's 100 now. A hundred bed partners. That must be some sort of record." Taehyung grinned and sat up, "How high is yours now?"

Jungkook felt his knees stop shaking and finally the world came back to him.

Body count. Body count. Bed partners. Jungkook wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Punch himself, punch a wall, punch Taehyung? No- he couldn't punch Taehyung. It had been a silly mistake on his part – a grave mistake if Jungkook had actually told Taehyung anything more about his type of body count beside the vague things he had said before.

Of course, Taehyung had meant that body count – any normal person would have meant that body count. Jungkook wasn't normal and in his field, the term body count was used a lot. He hadn't thought of its other meaning.

Fuck, he'd been stupid. So Taehyung had actually enjoyed last night, it hadn't been for any mission. Good, good, everything was fine then. No dead body in sight. Taehyung was completely safe.

"Oh", he decided to say, "I'm not near that number yet."

It wasn't a lie. Though he was nowhere near that number and he'd probably never try to reach that high. He had had some bed partners since his job didn't actually allow for any serious commitments and so he often just went to bars to find someone for a quick fuck.

"But how high is it?", Taehyung whined before breaking out into a grin, "Or low."

"It's not that low", Jungkook said, rolling his eyes, "Now, get into the shower and I'll fix us some quick breakfast before I'm late for work."

Taehyung's eyes widened as he watched Jungkook walk back out, fully dressed. "Breakfast?", he whispered. He had never had breakfast at one of his one-night stand's place. He hadn't actually showered somewhere else than his own place either. Jungkook was so casual about it.

Of course, Taehyung thought, he's used to this, we discussed our body counts and how we take people with us. All awkwardness about having to sneak out and such didn't quite make sense here since both of them were aware of their predicament. They were mere one-night stands to each other.

This eased Taehyung's worries until he set one foot out of bed and tried walking. "Fuck", Taehyung cursed, feeling his ass sting and his lower back hurt. He had forgotten how many times they had done it that night. Even though Jungkook had taken care of him afterward and had even offered him a bath – something Taehyung hadn't had the energy for – it still hurt like a bitch.

Jungkook returned back to the bedroom when he had heard the curse of pain. "What's wrong?"

Taehyung glanced behind him, clutching the bedsheets around his naked body. The white color contrasted heavenly against his tan skin and Jungkook wondered what kind of beautiful creature Taehyung was. "Stop staring at me like that", Taehyung snapped, cursing at his cheeks for beginning to heat up at the awed stare Jungkook was giving him. He wasn't used to such feelings in the morning. He was never admired in the mornings, he was mostly already gone by then.

But here he was, standing in Jungkook's bedroom at 10 am with bed sheets wrapped around his body like a prude and with his ass on fire after yesterday. He was supposed to be used to the pain – though he hadn't bottomed for a while – and why was Jungkook still looking at him like that?

"You crippled me", Taehyung pouted as he watched Jungkook slowly step closer, "You were too harsh." The change in atmosphere scared Taehyung. What was this? He had never been in a situation like this. Jungkook's steps were confident but his vibe was calm and collected.

Jungkook lifted his hand to rest his palm on Taehyung's burning cheek. "You asked for it though."

Taehyung desperately wanted to look away from Jungkook. He couldn't handle the way Jungkook was handling him with so much care and the hand on his face was disabling him from actually averting his eyes.

Jungkook bent down and wrapped one hand around the boy's legs and one around his shoulder until Taehyung was swept off his feet and safely in Jungkook's arms. The blush on Taehyung's face couldn't have been a deeper red. He tried hiding his cheeks by ducking down, his hair flying down onto his forehead but it didn't actually hide anything.

"I'll run you a bath", Jungkook offered as he stepped out of the bedroom. Taehyung couldn't form any words and kept silent for the remainder of the walk to the bathroom. Jungkook placed him down onto the closed toilet seat and began to fill the bathtub with hot water. He showed Taehyung which shampoo he could use and then left to return to his breakfast.

Taehyung unwrapped the sheets from his body and limped to the filling tub. He dipped one toe into the water before letting his whole body be submerged by the water. He sighed as his muscles relaxed at the hot water prickling his skin and he dropped his head back, enjoying the feeling, savoring the moment.

Jungkook put some toast with scrambled eggs onto a plate and padded over to the bathroom. He had to leave soon, his ride to his boss would take twenty minutes and he didn't want to be late for the meeting. He knocked onto the bathroom door and waited for confirmation.

After hearing Taehyung respond he walked inside. "I made you some breakfast", Jungkook put the plate next to the tub. "I'll have to leave soon. If you could just close the door after you, it'll be locked once it's closed."

"Wait-", Taehyung grabbed onto Jungkook's wrist when he tried leaving, "You're letting me stay in your place even when you have to go?"

"Yeah, I don't want to force you to get out now, you've been in there for barely two minutes. I trust you don't try to steal anything or set my apartment on fire." Jungkook said. Taehyung might have thought this was crazy, but to Jungkook this place didn't really matter.

He moved flats almost on a monthly basis because of his job and it wasn't as if any of Jungkook's actual private belongings were here. They were stored in his hyungs' warehouse where he would actually sleep when he wasn't with other people.

Taehyung could roam around as much as he wanted, he wouldn't find any personal thing about Jungkook in this place.