Suddenly the music turned up when the DJ clearly decided that the party was really going to start right now.

Taehyung could feel the music in his bones and he couldn't help but to move to the rhythm a little.

Reality always softened and nearly disappeared when Taehyung danced and right now he wanted it to disappear, he wanted it to disappear with the exception of this man in front of him.

"I'm going to go and dance, wanna come?" Taehyung leaned closer and shouted over the loud, pulsing music, confident that the man would say yes. He removed his jacket, revealing those tempting collarbones and showing off his shapely, naked arms.

"Nah, I'm good." When Taehyung leaned in to hear what he was saying, his familiar scent hit Jungkook so hard, he felt his stomach somersault repeatedly. Unable to speak for the intimacy of it and the blossoming memories emerging from the heat of it, Jungkook just shook his head when he realised he'd spoken too quietly for Taehyung to hear him.

Clearly disappointed with his answer, he hung his jacket over the back of a barstool and asked: "You staying for a bit?" his face lit up with hope.

It took a lot of effort for Jungkook to look away from all the deliciousness of the revealed flesh, but he did.

Helpless, Jungkook nodded because that was all he could do. He was unable to speak, unable to move like a rabbit in headlights, clearly bewitched by this ethereal being in front of him.

"Okey dokey, I'll see you in a bit." His winked and grazed his lip and all Jungkook could do was stare at the curve of his neck and the lushness of his ass when he walked away. He really should go back before this escalated.

He really should.

Jungkook wasn't sure what to think about the fact that there still existed such a strong pull between them -automatically they had found each other, gravitated toward each other and into the familiarity of each other, without Taehyung even knowing who he was.

Jungkook took a few steps closer to the dance floor because he was getting a bit uncomfortable standing next to so many bodies at the bar. That's what he told himself was the reason. He told himself that getting a better view of Taehyung on the dancefloor had nothing to do with his decision to move.

He leaned against the wall at the edge of the dance floor, in the shadows, and tried to look like he wasn't gawking at Taehyung.

Taehyung's moving shape looked like it was floating on a layer of smoke and as if by magic, his silver hair changed colours every time a bright coloured light hit him.

Jungkook wondered if Taehyung was aware of how incredibly sexy he looked completely lost in the music, his lips cracked open, eyes shut, face tilted to the skies, hips moving.

The slope of his long neck made him look so graceful, too graceful for a sweaty dancefloor and Jungkook had real trouble remembering who he was when he saw not only the collarbones but the newly revealed soft shoulder peeking out of the sliding top.

He remembered how smooth and soft Taehyung's skin had felt against his lips and as soon as he remembered that it was all he could think about.

He remembered how he tasted, how his body had felt against his, so soft and pliable, he remembered the heat he had felt in the pit of his stomach over Taehyung's grinding form.

He remembered the wanton gasps and moans, the breathy pleads... and suddenly, he was a complete mess over recalling just one tiny kiss ten years ago -one he remembered like it like was yesterday. One that he had thought about over and over and over since then -and pretended like he hadn't.

He was still reeling when Taehyung appeared in front of him, cheeks deliciously flushed, his eyes sparkling.

Right this second, Jungkook had to be somewhere else before he would just grab Taehyung and slam him against the wall and shove his tongue deep down his throat. Jungkook's overwhelming need for Taehyung was shredding his insides.

This was so much worse than in high school. It was as if for every year that had passed since, his need had multiplied until ten years later, it was ten times as bad.

Jungkook felt like he was going to have a panic attack.

He breathed deeply through his nose and turned to leave just when Taehyung was just about to say something.

"Hey, where you going?" Tae asked like a child whose favourite toy had just been taken away from him, pouting.

"Just need to go to the little boys' room." He nodded his head and turned to go around the dancefloor, trying to breathe, his world spinning like he was drunk -without having touched a drop of alcohol.

He didn't get far and someone dancing a bit too energetically bumped into him and he lost his balance, hitting the wall.

Taehyung noticed he dropped his wallet in the scuffle but Jungkook just carried on ahead when he didn't hear Taehyung calling after him over the music.

Being the good citizen that he was, Taehyung rushed to rescue the wallet -flatly denying any possible ulterior motives behind his actions.

The wallet was open flat on the floor and Taehyung bent over between bodies to pick it up.

He tried not to look, tried to be the decent-privacy-respecting person he wanted to be, but colossally failing, he scanned the dark leather, looking for any clues of the mystery man's identity.

There was nothing there unless he'd put his fingers in the pockets, and that was one was step too far for Taehyung. Disappointed over the lack of information, he was about to close the wallet when he noticed something hanging on the inside, tucked into the groove.

He walked back toward the bar to see better under the brighter lights and saw that the something dangling on the inside of the walled was a worn bit of string. A necklace. No, a bracelet.

A turquoise string bracelet with... gems.

Suddenly Taehyung's heart was beating almost as loudly as the bass of the music surrounding him.

He recognised the bracelet. It looked very much like a bracelet he used to have before he moved away in high school. He had spent days trying to find it because it had been most precious to him and he'd been so upset when he hadn't been able to find it.

His mind whirling like a spinning top, Taehyung considered the likelihood of the bracelet being someone else's. It was highly unlikely, since he had gotten it as a birthday present from his aunt who had brought it back from Paris.

Someone having an identical one in South Korea was pretty much impossible.

This could only mean one thing. This could only mean that this person was someone who had known Taehyung very well and was concealing it. Why?

Could it be...? Taehyung thought about the man who called himself JK and mentally compared him with Jungkook.

There was something about the man's quiet demeanour that felt extremely familiar to Taehyung, including the way he never seemed to, to Taehyung's annoyance, look him in the eye. Thinking about it, Taehyung realised Jungkook hadn't really done that in high school either, which he had always found extremely infuriating -especially considering he only ever seemed to do it with him and no one else. Jungkook had tried to be subtle about it but Taehyung had noticed and had always wondered why...

There wasn't that much in common physically speaking but there was something in the quiet smiles and the warmth of him. This... familiarity Taehyung had been feeling.

Was he Jungkook? The Jungkook? Something warm ignited inside Taehyung.

Was he the same Jungkook that Taehyung had spent years thinking about?

The one who his heart had always gone back to at every stupid, painful break-up, remembering that one night when Jungkook had, instead of taking advantage of his momentary fragility, tucked him into bed and stayed with him?

He had treated Taehyung with more love than any of the shitting scum he had ever been with. After he'd gone away, Taehyung had missed his kindness, he had missed his smile, so, so much.

Since they moved away so suddenly, shortly after that night, Taehyung never had the chance to rectify the fact that he had been a complete dick by pretending to forget everything just to save his own stupid, selfish ego.

The way Taehyung had begged and pleaded and cried had embarrassed him to distraction and the only way he had been able to deal with it was to pretend it never happened -even if it meant he had to see Jungkook's sad eyes.

And he never wanted to see Jungkook's sad eyes. Ever. Because they were the saddest thing in the world.

To have him here, now, was a gift Taehyung had never thought he'd be given.

It was a gift that Taehyung would make the most of.

This time, if given the chance, he would make the most of it and not ruin it.

He didn't think to wonder why Jungkook would have kept his bracelet in his wallet, where he could see it every day, so close to his important possessions. With all his other treasures.

Taehyung did wonder though, if Jungkook had realised who he was -it didn't feel like he had. He was polite and joked, even flirted a little, but there was none of the sweet, shy Jungkook that Taehyung remembered.

When Jungkook came back, Taehyung handed the wallet back to him, pretending to be none the wiser.

The widening of eyes and a quick look to check Taehyung's face were subtle but now that Taehyung had his eye in, he saw it. He was definitely Jungkook.

"You dropped this." His smile was the brightest of the bright, it blinded Jungkook and suddenly that feeling of breathlessness was back, as if he were back in high school, that shy boy in love with the boy next door.

He shook his head slightly in an attempt to make the memories flicker away -the ones he had hidden so deep inside him that he could never let them go- but suddenly they were burning brighter and more obvious by the second, the longer and closer he was to Taehyung. He could hardly breathe for the intensity of them.

Lucky for Jungkook, Taehyung said nothing, he just happily swayed to the music, clearly tempted to join the moving mass of people on the dancefloor in front of them but choosing to stay close to Jungkook. The thought of Taehyung wanting to stay close to him warmed Jungkook's insides more than he cared to admit.

It was busy. Really busy.

Taehyung had turned to look at the dance floor again, a small smile playing on his lips, nodding to people he recognised. Jungkook was grateful to have his blinding attention directed at something other than him. This gave him a chance to look at Taehyung without really being noticed.

Taehyung was standing in front of him, so close that Jungkook could feel his body heat, smell his sweet scent, even amongst all these people. They were not touching but they might as have been for the effect the closeness had on Jungkook.

The dancefloor and all of the people in the whole club faded away, Jungkook had no interest in them, as far as he was concerned, they didn't even exist.

All he could see was the gentle slope of Taehyung's neck, where it met the shoulder, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss it, to lick it.

He imagined how Taehyung would moan, how his body would rub against his, how he would open his neck for more...how he would beg for more.

He felt a twitch in his pants and his breath hitched. This was getting serious.

Suddenly, a group of people pushed through and Taehyung faltered in their wake, trying to stay out of their way. Purely by reflex, Jungkook grabbed his hips and pulled him to until Taehyung's lush ass was right against his crotch. Helpless, Jungkook groaned out loud, wishing more than anything that the lewd sound had been drowned out by the pulsing music.

Taehyung felt his insides melt the second he was pulled against Jungkook's hard contours. The powerful arm wrapping around his midriff was firm and uncompromising in its hold and it made Taehyung think about strong hands on his wrists, on his throat, in his hair, and he felt a sudden tightening in his belly.

His mind drifted back to that night on the kitchen floor, the memories that were still so clear in his mind even after all this time, and he remembered the soft lips, the tentative fingers, the somehow naïve eagerness.

Would Jungkook's fingers still be tentative?

Somehow Taehyung doubted it.