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A week passed in a blur. The new year approached with heightened glory, a closer gallop to the 60s. 1959, 14 years since the end of the second world war and the beginning to an era of peace, a suspension of hostilities, freedom from disturbance.

Being only 3 when the war began, Jeongguk's childhood had been filled with ages of blackouts, days spent in bomb shelters, nights spent crying with his mother because his father never returned from the war.

And now, 14 years later; Jeongguk still hadn't found that peace that the world rejoiced with.

Jeongguk refused to leave his house because he felt far too cold; although he'd never been one to fear the winter, now it was his worst enemy. He blamed everything on the winter. His uneasy stomach. His cluttered mind. His cheeks which seemed frozen in a state of flames. All because of the icy, numbing, dark filled cold.

Jeongguk didn't know if he was describing the cold or Taehyung's eyes.

"What do you mean you haven't left the house in seven days? Dearest, you must go out! What did you do on the 31st? We always have parties, I apologize for not being there. Veronica told me Taehyung had some friends over- did you not-2 Rosie spoke over the phone, and Jeongguk's breath hitched, hands tightening around the black telephone.

"No- I-I went out to a pub with Jimin. That's all." Jeongguk spoke curtly, and Rosie sighed over the phone.

"Oh Jimin- he's- he's a good man. How are him and Aubrey?" Rosie asked.

Jeongguk gulped to himself. Taehyung had invited him that night, sent him an invitation by mail. Jeongguk hadn't gone, no, didn't think his presence would be necessary. Would Taehyung be cross with him for not attending?

"Jeongguk? Are you there?"

"Yes-" Jeongguk let out sharply. "And- I-I think the two had another falling out. Jimin doesn't seem to take a liking to her." Jeongguk said. Jimin was his only friend from law school, the only friend he'd care to spend any time with. All the others were too annoying or too vague.

"Why, Jimin doesn't seem to take a liking to any of the women he's with! Quite the philanderer." Rosie laughed, and Jeongguk's mind went brim.

Why doesn't Jimin take a liking to women? Was he, perhaps, too inclined to men? No, no, how ghastly to even think- however, Jimin does sleep around with several women and deem them all to redundant for his liking. Jeongguk began wondering how many men were inclined towards men. No- no it can't be a thing! It shouldn't!

"Jeongguk, you keep going silent, you must be tired. I-I don't want to give you orders- or-or tell you what to do, it simply isn't my place, but, dear, you must go out! I know the house must be an utter mess with books everywhere! That's okay, you aren't meant to do the cleaning about anyway. I should be there. Mother's really upset with me for leaving my husband for so long-"

"You must think I'm floundering without you, Rosie!" Jeongguk snapped. "I'm your husband, I can take care of myself. Stop thinking you have to be down at my feet all the time- it's so archaic," Jeongguk grumbled.

There was a pause, and then; "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, I-I just- I apologize, Jeongguk. Please don't be upset with me. I-I was s-simply saying I-I should be there and- I'm sorry!" Rosie said, voice soft and frail.

"I-I shouldn't have raised my voice. I'll talk to you later, I'll leave the house to get some groceries and clean up a bit." Jeongguk said, and Rosie gulped. He could almost imagine her near to tears.

"A-alright. Goodbye." Rosie whispered, and then cut the call, putting her phone down.

Rosie was back in her maiden home, tears in her eyes, blonde hair in untidy curls falling onto her shoulders. She wiped her tears away, sniffling and flattening down her apron. She heard the door of the phone room open and saw Veronica walk in.

"O-oh- Veronica, what're you doing here? I thought you'd gone out with your father," Rosie spoke with a stammer, and Veronica stood against the door. She wore a simply blue top and trousers. Rosie gulped. "Y-you're dressed... strangely."

"I'm wearing pants, Rosie. It's a lot more comfortable than dresses and skirts, really. Father wished I didn't, thus, I wear pants." Veronica said, and Rosie smiled a little.

"Does Taehyung like it?"

"Who cares what Taehyung likes? He's never told me he doesn't. I think he likes a modern woman, everyone does." Veronica said, and Rosie sniffled.

"Jeongguk does," Rosie said, and looked away. "He rarely raises his voice at me- y-yet- he did. Over the phone. Sounded rather aggravated. Told me he wishes I was l-less archaic. I can't help but be old fashioned, it's simply how I was raised! Mother's aghast I've stopped going to the church, I mean-"

"Rosie," Veronica said. "Don't let him raise his voice at you. Though, he's not wrong. Women still feel like they must get down on their knees for their husband- and no! We mustn't have any of that. If I was born just a few years earlier, I would've gone to war, I tell you."

"To war?!" Rosie let out, eyes wide. "Why, how manly! Women can't go to war!"

"Well, I would have," Veronica said, smiling at her. "I adore you, Rosie. You do know why I ran away, don't you? I don't like small towns. Don't like the way they shape the minds of the people around. I wish to learn, to travel, to have finer things, to smoke, to drink, to drive, to be educated. It's ravishing! Sometimes I feel like Taehyung doesn't allow me to do these things."

"Why? Is- is he mean to you?"

"Of course not, Taehyung's never mean. He's just... more traditional than me, I suppose. I love him dearly, you know I do. He talks of wanting children, and I just- I could never have children, Rosie. It simply disables you. A child's the same as a crutch." Veronica said.

Rosie laughed, but then quietened down when Veronica didn't. "You-you're serious? How could you not want children? I've wanted children since I was a child- I simply don't understand you, Veronica." Rosie said, looking down to the floor.

"I don't think I do either. Come on, let's go fish."

"B-but that's so-" Rosie began, and Veronica gave her a look. "I'm sorry," Rosie said silently.

Veronica gave her a small smile. "Oh, by the way, I called Taehyung earlier. He told me he's been eating absolute crap for the past week- so I think it'd be good if he asked Jeongguk to come over. You said he could cook,"

"He cam! Splendidly." Rosie said, and Veronica grinned. "Great. Now let's go fry some fish." She said, and Rosie nodded with a smile.

*

Jeongguk walked down the aisle, looking at the numerous food products in front of him. American products, he presumes. They'd been over manufacturing almost everything and anything. All kinds of weird named foods. What on earth was a 'hot dog'?

Jeongguk picked up a can of tomato puree then looked up to find the aisle for pasta. His eyes widened when he saw a familiar blonde headed man walking around.

"Oh," Jeongguk let out and turned around to walk away at the highest speed he could manage without looking like a lunatic. Jeongguk rushed into an aisle, and picked up the first thing he saw without reading the label- and then looked back and saw Taehyung picking up some vegetables. The man looked up and saw Jeongguk.

Jeongguk widened his eyes and turned the other way. Damnit, he saw me. Jeongguk tried going into another aisle, but then bumped into an older lady.

"Watch it, mister!" She snapped, hair growing white. Her groceries fell to the floor. Jeongguk gulped. "I-I'm sorry!" Jeongguk let out frantically, kneeling down to pick her things up.

"It's you men born after the war! Got no clue about a thing whatsoever!" She said, loud and clear. Jeongguk continued picking her items up, but then heard a clearing of throat.

"I apologize for my friend's ill manners, miss." A deep voice came, and Jeongguk looked up and saw Taehyung, wearing a long coat as always. "Your words deem awfully true. Us young men, we simply don't know what's right." Taehyung spoke slowly, and Jeongguk saw him take the woman's hand, saw the woman's eyes wide, cheeks red.

"But why, what's a beautiful young lady like you doing at an awful place like this?" Taehyung asked, voice drowsy. Jeongguk watched, still on the floor, confused and a little in awe.

"Y-young?" The woman let out, and Taehyung chuckled, inviting. "Why of course. You don't look a day over 35," He whispered. Jeongguk almost scoffed. She looked days above 50, that's for sure.

Nonetheless, the woman blushed bright red and laughed high-pitched. "W-why- you-you#'re rather charming, a-aren't you?" She said, shrieky. Taehyung smiled a little. "Only with you, ma'am. Pleasure meeting you." Taehyung whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand.

"Um- miss, your things," Jeongguk said, standing up, holding her basket of groceries. The woman didn't even look at Jeongguk before taking her things, continuing to look at Taehyung. "S-s-splendid to m-meet you too, young m-man." She stammered like a ditzy teenage girl swooned by a young bachelor, then turned around to walk away.

"Isn't she a little old for you?" Jeongguk joked. Taehyung looked at Jeongguk and his smile went in an instant.

"I did that so you wouldn't have to suffer the consequences of your actions. Now, I see you've been avoiding me." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk gulped dryly.

"Preposterous," Jeongguk said in a mumble, and Taehyung scoffed.

"And what's in your hand, a can of tomato puree? Are you a child?" Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk looked away.

"I haven't got as much money as you, so sorry for not spending it all away on a wine room," Jeongguk muttered. "Plus, i-it's only for dinner. Haven't gotten the time to crush tomatoes-" Jeongguk began, and Taehyung looked at him closely and put his hands on Jeongguk's waist.

"You've got plenty of time, Jeongguk," Taehyung said, and Jeongguk's eyes grew big. "You're cooking dinner for me tonight."

"I-I am? I hadn't heard of-"

"It's not a question, it's an order," Taehyung said, and then grabbed Jeongguk by his forearm and began dragging him down the aisles of the grocery store.

"P-pardon?" Jeongguk let out, flabbergasted. He pulled his arm back, stopping midway. "I don't take orders from anyone, thank you very m-"

"Oh, you do-" Taehyung spoke, looking at him directly. "You do when you behave badly."

"B-behave badly?" Jeongguk asked, hands coiling up into fists.

Taehyung snickered, unamused. "Ignoring my invite? My letter? My phone calls? I was afraid I'd scared you off, afraid you'd something fraudulent." Taehyung muttered. "So I reckon you're making me dinner now, Jeon Jeongguk. I heard you can cook, that's enough for me." Taehyung said, and then grabbed Jeongguk and spun him towards the vegetable aisle.

"B-but-" Jeongguk began, and then found himself in the middle of the aisle, with a basket shoved into his hands. Jeongguk looked at Taehyung timidly. "Y-you're being abrupt."

"Buy what you need to. Here's 20- pounds- I'll see you at my home at 7:35 pm, sharp." Taehyung said, practically drowning the words into his ear. Jeongguk gulped.

He wished to protest, but likewise, he didn't. A part of him felt a radiant tickle shoot up his spine at the way Taehyung was talking, so Jeongguk nodded. Jeongguk watched him walk out of the grocery store, hands placed in the pockets of his coat. A breath left his open lips when Taehyung walked out. How the man made Jeongguk's breath stop, Jeongguk would never understand.

Jeongguk bought all the necessities for his cuisine in mind, and a little more on things he needed because, well, Taehyung gave him far too much money. Once Jeongguk had everything, he went home. It was only noon, yet Jeongguk was wishing it was 7 pm already.

Ignoring my invites? My letter? Jeongguk though of what Taehyung said. Letter? Why Jeongguk hadn't seen any letter! Jeongguk rushed out of his house to check his mailbox and gasped when he saw a letter inside. He took it out, seeing the expensive envelope and how neatly it was stamped.

Jeongguk walked inside, eager to read it. He sat down on his couch and opened the letter slowly as if there was some sort of treasure inside. Jeongguk looked at the letter, and almost smiled when he saw it was handwritten. Rich people rarely hand write things anymore. Why nobody does. Not with these electric typewriters everyone used. But no, no Taehyung wrote this by hand, by ink. Spoke his words into sentences.

Taehyung spoke so beautifully, every word made Jeongguk's senses stand on edge as if wanting to get consumed by his every thought and notion. His letters must be absolutely magnificent.

My darling,

Each evening I think of you. I sometimes sit for ages, wishing to see a glimpse of your beauty. When the curtains are drawn, my heart gallops. I see your pale skin against the watchful moon, she compliments your skin so beautifully my darling.

I remember your lips from that night. It is a marvel that those red-rose leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. I wish to kiss you once, twice, and more, and more, and more times until I am soaked with your lips on mine.

I wish to do more.

I wish to see you with fewer clothes on, perhaps none. I wish to see your honey eyes grow larger. I wish to see your bright cheeks go redder. I wish to put my tongue against every nook of your body, feel the salt on your skin, feel your pulse on my tongue. I wish to take you to my bed, place you down so softly.

I wish to fuck you until you're in tears, my darling. I wish to turn you onto your soft stomach and fuck you like the beauty you are. I wish to do the service of Venus. I feel mad to do it some filthy way, to feel your hot lecherous lips sucking away at me, to fuck between your two rosy-tipped breasts, and-

Jeongguk stopped, eyes wide. What on earth.

His hands were practically trembling around the paper, cheeks bright red, thighs pressed together. His cock felt hard against the fold of his trousers, and it made him whimper out in disgust. The disgust of his own self. Moreover, confusion.

He refused to read on, how horrendous the things on the paper were. How well he wrote, but how utterly ostentatious. Jeongguk couldn't read it!

He folded the letter and kept it to the side, and then ran into his study room to finish any work he had, to do anything to get that letter out of his mind.

7:35 pm arrived. Jeongguk was fully dressed, in a coat, a nice shirt, tight trousers, yet he was stood in his home. He wanted to go, yet the thought of having to face Taehyung made his insides scream.

Jeongguk's mouth went dry. He'd go hungry, Jeongguk thought logically and gripped the basket tighter in his hand. He must go.

Jeongguk walked out of the comfort of his home and walked till Taehyung's. He reached the lavish mansion and knocked on the door. It swung open, and Taehyung stood there, cigar in his mouth.

"I do dearly hope you own a watch, or a clock, or anything which tells you the time," Taehyung said, puffs of smoke leaving his mouth as he did.

"I was late. I hope that's enough of an answer." Jeongguk said firmly and then walked forward, past Taehyung.

Taehyung looked at him oddly, and then closed the door and followed Jeongguk into his living room, to which Jeongguk went into the kitchen, took his coat off and hung it to the side. "You seem more than comfortable in my home,"

"Don't get the wrong idea," Jeongguk stated. "I'm only here to cook for you. That's all." Jeongguk said, head high held. He placed the basket onto the counter and then humphed. "I hope you are aware of that letter that you sent to me."

"Ah, I see you read it," Taehyung said, walking up to him. He was dressed in comfort, wearing a brown shirt and trousers. "I hope you enjoyed it, Jeongguk. I wrote it with you in mind. Of course, I'm sure that's evident-"

"Evident?" Jeongguk let out, turning around. "Kim Taehyung, you are a dishonorable, vulgar, repulsive man- and I don't wish to speak with you. It was be in your best interest for you to stay in your living room whilst I cook you dinner, for then I shall leave." Jeongguk said, turning back around.

Taehyung was still. "What on earth are you on about?"

"That letter!" Jeongguk snapped, turning around again. "It- it was cheap! And something so- so wrong written like it was nothing! I am married, Kim Taehyung. You're married! We're men! Are you aware I don't have breasts, Kim Taeh-"

"Oh," Taehyung let out, and then began laughing. "Oh! Oh my, Jeongguk-" Taehyung said, and then continued laughing, putting the cigar down. "I must apologize, this is absurd,"

"It is," Jeongguk said, frowning while wondering why Taehyung was laughing so hard. Taehyung's knees bent slightly as he laughed, hand clutching his stomach. "What's so funny?"

"That letter-" Taehyung began and then giggled like a young girl. "The letter, darling, it wasn't meant for you."

Jeongguk paused, and then gulped. "W-well then who was it meant for?"

"Veronica! Obviously! What made you believe I'd send that sort of a thing to you??"

Jeongguk's eyes grew wide and his cheeks reddened. His hands went up to cover his face. Taehyung continued laughing. "Oh- T-Taehyung I'm so sorry-"

"Don't worry about it, love. I'm sure it was an honest mistake. I mean, me writing about wanting to fuck Veronica's breasts must obviously be about you-" Taehyung said, and then began laughing once more. Jeongguk's cheeks reddened further.

"T-Taehyung you mustn't say such things," Jeongguk spoke in a small voice. "I-It's rather... obscene. Doesn't Veronica find these sort of letters offensive?"

"Oh please, you're like a young girl! No, Veronica quite likes them. The last time I wrote such a thing, she'd walked around the house all day naked- quite the sight, I tell you." Taehyung said, turning to lean against the counter.

Jeongguk gulped. "Doesn't seem like Veronica."

"She's rather peculiar. I love her for it," Taehyung chuckled, and then took another drag of smoke. "Well then, I shall do as you please. Get cooking, I'll step outside-"

"N-no!" Jeongguk let out, and Taehyung took a quick spin to look at him. "You can stay. A-and help, if you'd like."

Taehyung smiled. "Why of course, darling. Anything for you." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk blushed lightly and then opened one of the cabinets to take out the pots and pans. While doing so, Taehyung looked through the basket.

"I must ask, this box of cereal written on the receipt. Is that also for tonight's dinner?" Taehyung asked, voice gruff.

Jeongguk froze. He looked at Taehyung with wide eyes. Taehyung looked at him slowly, eyebrow raise. "Well it's just that- you see- I-I was out of cereal... and- and you'd given me so much money... I-I didn't think you needed all of it b-back...." Jeongguk stammered, and then looked at Taehyung cautiously.

"Isn't that rather rude of you, Jeongguk?" Taehyung said, voice suddenly formal, making Jeongguk a little scared. An unfriendly tone. "To use my money without asking?"

"I-I'll pay you back! I swear! I'm sorry, Taehyung. I didn't think y-you'd get so upset over it-" Jeongguk began, frantic, unsteady waver in his voice. Taehyung walked up to him, and before Jeongguk could say anything, he grabbed him by the waist and spun him around to face the stove.

"I think you'd better get cooking, Jeongguk," Taehyung whispered into his ear. Jeongguk gulped. He nodded and then felt a string go over his head and around the back of his neck. He looked down and saw an apron.

But it was one of those new aprons that everyone had been buying. The white one, with the red polka dots on it. The one that looked exactly like one of those short frilly dresses.

"D-don't you think it's rather w-womanly?" Jeongguk asked, but then let out a gasp when he felt Taehyung tie it tightly around his back.

"I think it fits," Taehyung said, and Jeongguk gulped. Jeongguk felt Taehyung's hands on both sides of his waist and then felt Taehyung lean in to whisper in his ear. "Do you miss Rosie, Jeongguk?"

"Y-yes," Jeongguk let out, and Taehyung hummed. "I miss Veronica quite a bit too,"

Jeongguk turned his head to the side to face him, seeing his handsome eyes, how they looked angered under his dark eyebrows. "I reckon if we both miss our wives, we can pretend a little to make us feel better, can't we?"

"I-I don't understand,"

"Why don't you be my wife for tonight, Jeongguk?" Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk froze. "You look the part already, yeah?"

Jeongguk gulped. He should say no. What an absurd thing to ask of another man, another friend. How absolutely, undeniably, achingly absurd- "Yes, o-okay." Jeongguk let out, letting his feet carry his thoughts.

The thought of being Taehyung's wife captivated him, even if pretend.

"You're rather good, aren't you? Now go ahead- make me dinner. I'll be outside, doing some work." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk licked his lips and nodded. While walked out, Taehyung smirked, and Jeongguk already loved it. The game they were playing, how it made Jeongguk's stomach feel at his throat.

So Jeongguk began. He heard music playing from outside, heard the soft hum of jazz, heard Taehyung talking on the phone rather curtly with someone. It sent every organ in his body to spin. He took out a piece of steak and placed it onto the heated iron skillet.

While waiting for it to grill, Jeongguk began chopping some vegetables. He continued cooking the steak and boiling vegetables. Everything was cooking perfectly. While waiting for the vegetables to boil, Jeongguk walked out of the kitchen. He walked till the study and finally found Taehyung sitting on his desk, trying something onto his typewriter.

"Taehyung?" Jeongguk asked, and Taehyung continued typing away. Jeongguk wondered if Taehyung heard him. Before he could ask again, Taehyung put his hand up and motioned him to come closer. Jeongguk walked closer to him.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked, finally looking up at him. Jeongguk felt Taehyung's arm wrap around his waist. "Well I just- I wanted to know what it was you were doing,"

"Work, darling," Taehyung said, and Jeongguk hummed, biting his lip. Taehyung said nothing more, and Jeongguk sighed.

"T-Taehyung- I don't understand what we're doing," Jeongguk said, and Taehyung looked up at him. Jeongguk looked at him for a few seconds and then saw him smile. "I'm easing you into it, my love. I know you're still hesitant." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk's breath hitched. "Now go cook."

"Alright," Jeongguk said, and upon turning around felt a hard slap to his bum. Jeongguk rushed away, blushing. He walked into the kitchen and continued cooking.

Once the meal was almost done, he heard footsteps and saw Taehyung walk in. "Are you done yet?" Taehyung asked, and something in the roughness of his tone made Jeongguk's skin crawl. Something in Jeongguk wishes Taehyung was a little meaner for a moment.

"Not yet," Jeongguk said, and then felt another slap to his ass. Jeongguk felt Taehyung's arms circle around his waist. Taehyung hummed and kissed Jeongguk's neck. Jeongguk's breath hitched. "T-Taehyung-"

"Don't worry, little angel. I'm just pretending you're Veronica," Taehyung whispered, and Jeongguk's breath hitched.

Taehyung was so different. Different than anyone he'd ever met, anyone he'd ever spoken to. Taehyung treated him differently than anyone he'd ever met. Taehyung didn't hold back. He didn't hesitate, didn't cower his head, didn't treat him like a superior. He wasn't like Rosie.

Taehyung was rough with him and snickered at his dominance. Ordered him around and smirked at his stammering. He wasn't sure why, but he felt his stomach feel queasy at that. He wanted it- wanted more of how Taehyung was treating him.

His mind felt numb ever since Taehyung had kissed him, and the words Taehyung said had left him shaken. The letter he read had left him shaken. He craved for Taehyung to be rough with him, put him in his place. He'd been craving it since forever, but just realized it now.

"Taehyung," Jeongguk spoke and then bit his lip. "I'm afraid I'll have to make the meal all over again,"

"What? Why? I'm famishing, Jeongguk," Taehyung said, sounding a little irked. Jeongguk turned around to look at him, toying with the front of his apron. "Well, I-I forgot to salt it. To salt anything. I forgot all of it. I-I'm being awfully foolish today, I hope you're not upset with me," Jeongguk said, dragging his finger up Taehyung's forearm.

Taehyung looked down at him and smirked a little. He knew what Jeongguk was trying to do. "For a law student, you sure are quite doltish, Jeongguk." Taehyung husked into his ear. Jeongguk put his hands on Taehyung's shoulders.

"T-Tae-" Jeongguk began, and then felt another spank and looked at Taehyung with big eyes. "Y-You do this with V-Veronica?"

"No, not at all," Taehyung said, smiling. "Which is why I'm enjoying this so much."

Jeongguk tilted his head. "Y-you said she walked around naked-"

"I was lying, Jeongguk," Taehyung whispered, hands roaming around Jeongguk's waistline, the hem of his pants. Taehyung smiled at him. "Wanted to see how you'd react. Now I see,"

"S-see what?" Jeongguk asked, inhaling sharply when Taehyung loosened his pants and pushed them until they were circled around Jeongguk's feet.

"I can see how badly you want this, Jeongguk." Taehyung continued, and Jeongguk gulped, now feeling Taehyung's hands taking the top of his apron off and letting it hang down. Taehyung began unbuttoning Jeongguk's shirt. "I can tell you want me to be a little mean, don't you?"

Jeongguk stayed quiet. "You want this, Jeongguk. Similar to, if not more than I do." Taehyung whispered into his ear, lips pressed against the shell of it. Jeongguk's breath was hitched, arms by his sides. "What I said last time scared you off, didn't it darling?"

"Y-yes," Jeongguk let out, and then felt his shirt fall off his body, crumble to the floor. Taehyung put the top of his apron back on. "Why is that, love?"

"I-I'm confused, Taehyung-" Jeongguk let out. "I j-just don't think- I don't t-think this is right- it's illegal for two men to be t-together, its-"

"Jeongguk," Taehyung whispered. "I don't care for what's legal or not. That's a stupid, stupid law and you know it." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk gulped. "Deep down, Jeongguk, you've always felt an attraction to men, haven't you?"

Jeongguk shook his head. "You've liked older boys, stronger boys, manlier-"

"D-don't continue," Jeongguk said quickly.

"You've always felt strangely with me, haven't you?" Taehyung asked. "You met me, what, 4 weeks ago? I'd made you feel queerly, hadn't I?"

Jeongguk's mouth went dry. "You're afraid to tell yourself that you want me, Jeongguk. You want me to bend you over my desk and make love to you-"

"Taehyung I-" Jeongguk began, and then felt Taehyung's fingers wrap around the hem of his briefs. "You don't know what you're-"

"Say no," Taehyung whispered into his ear. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. Tell me I'm lying and I'll leave you alone. Tell me you don't want to me to fuck you right now, and I'll go."

Jeongguk frozen. He was fully naked now, in nothing but the apron. The apron which looked like a short, red, polka-dotted dress- Say no, Jeongguk thought. Say no. Don't commit this act of infidelity-

Taehyung looked at him closely, and Jeongguk looked up at him. Looked at how his thick blonde hair was parted, made him look so handsome. Taehyung was so handsome. It made Jeongguk's heart skip a beat. He waited for an answer.

Say no. "I-I have a wife," Jeongguk whispered. Taehyung's lying. "I'm married." I don't want him to fuck me right now- "I-" Jeongguk began, and Taehyung frowned a little.

"Jeongguk," Taehyung began. "Do you love her?"

Jeongguk gulped. "Does she make you happy, Jeongguk? Does she fulfill your every single need?"

"T-Taehyung, she-" Jeongguk began. "It-it shouldn't matter! She's my wife-"

Jeongguk felt Taehyung's strong arms circle around his bare hips. "Would you rather have her," Taehyung whispered, pressing his forehead to Jeongguk's. "Have her under you, have you kissing her, making love to her," Taehyung continued, and all Jeongguk could focus on was Taehyung's eyes.

"Or," Taehyung said, "Have me on top of you," Taehyung whispered, and Jeongguk felt his cock harden. "Have me gripping your tiny waist like-" Taehyung whispered into his ear, and then squeezed Jeongguk's waist, and Jeongguk let out a pitched sound, arms around Taehyung's neck. "Have me fucking you?"

Taehyung looked at Jeongguk, who was frozen.

There are many, many things Jeongguk should've said. Many truths of the world, many fears he felt, many sins he'd recited; yet- they'd be lies. They'd be lies because Taehyung was right.

"Have you fucking me," Jeongguk whispered eyes fluttered closed, lips against Taehyung's. "You- you fucking me- I want you," Jeongguk continued, looking into his eyes. "Please."

"My baby," Taehyung said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course I'll fuck you, my love. So well, so so well," Taehyung continued, pulling the string on Jeongguk's back, his apron falling to the floor.

"W-what about the food?" Jeongguk asked.

"That was just a ploy to get you to let me inside of you- now let's go," Taehyung said, and Jeongguk frowned, but felt himself get picked up bridal style by Taehyung, and let out a laugh.

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