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The bar swam as he stood. He laughed, steadying himself on a table strewn with empty pints, and collected himself.  

When did he get so drunk? A glance at the empty pints that covered the cocktail round in front of him helped answer that question.

“Gentlemen.” He nodded at Hoseok and Namjoon and made his way to the restroom.

His obligations at the Consumer Electronics Convention had wrapped up several hours early, and after three days filled with speakers and workshops and meandering through the maze of trade show booths, he was ready for a drink.

Or three.

When a group of guys he’d gotten to know suggested they hit up the hotel bar, he figured it was perfect. His husband, Taehyung, wasn’t due back for another few hours, so he had the time to kill and the willingness to destroy it.  

His phone buzzed just as he pushed into the bathroom.

A text from Taehyung.

LOML: I’m almost there

He put the phone away, almost sad that his time with the guys was coming to an end. After eight years of marriage, he’d forgotten how fun it could be hanging out with the alphas.

Three days ago, they were strangers. Now, at the conclusion of the conference and the introduction of booze (more the latter than the former), they were all pals—temporary pals, but pals nonetheless.

As he relieved the pressure in his bladder, he thought about the first few hours of the afternoon. When they were in that awkward stage, nursing the beers and searching for things in common, they talked about the convention: what each of them thought of it, why each of them was there. The booze flowed; their group splintered into smaller conversations. Talk ranged from sports to stocks to sex. And then to omegas.  

The reflection in the bathroom mirror was smiling back at him. He splashed cold water on his face. Some of the guys had the craziest stories. Hoseok, a self-professed lifetime bachelor, had finished regaling them with a story of his first threesome. Part of him envied them and their wild experiences, but he could hardly complain. Not with a sexy husband like Taehyung.  

He loosened his tie and popped the top button of his shirt. That felt better. He didn’t mind ties until he started drinking, and then they became unbearable. Drying his face, he again stared at the reflection, skipping across his button nose and the grey that was forming in his dark hair, and only 33 years old.

How did he land someone like Taehyungie?

Feeling a surge of drink-fueled playfulness, he retrieved his phone and sent a text back.

Me: Hey there, stranger

It was a stupid little game he’d read about somewhere. Taehyung would pretend to be a lonely single omega away on business; he himself would be the stranger picking the omega up. They’d played it a few times in the past years, but he always got the feeling that he was more into the roleplaying than his husband.

Still, those nights always ended with tear-our-clothes-off sex.

Feeling aroused, not to mention much steadier on his feet, he finally returned to the bar. It had filled up as more people were let out from their conference sessions or came in from sightseeing to quench their thirst. He checked his watch: six-thirty.

As he slipped through the thickening crowd and back to the table, he found that everyone, but Hoseok and Namjoon, were gone. The two that remained were staring at something just out of his sight, their beers clutched in their hands and smiles stretched across their faces.

How hot was this one?

He caught his first glimpse of the omega as he reached the cocktail table, and damn…the omega was very hot. His blonde hair curled slightly around his nape, looked fresh from some high-end salon, teased into loose curls, and clipped back with gold and ivory combs on the left side. The style bared his face and slender neck. No, he wasn’t just hot; he was breathtaking.  

His nose was long and slender, his eyes hazel and expressive—even from across the bar. Delicate gold earrings dangled from his ears, leading his gaze down his bare neck. His skin looked honeyed and unblemished as it disappeared into the swooping neckline of his little black dress.

This couldn’t be the one he’d married eight years ago, could it? This wasn’t the sweet thing he’d kissed goodbye this morning...  

“Check out the blonde. He’s so fucking hot.” Hoseok was practically leering.  

The beautiful omega–his Taehyung was chatting with the bartender, his face awash with a smile that couldn’t be anything but genuine. When he talks to someone, he gives one hundred percent of himself.  

And the alpha loved that generous spirit, his tender personality matching his physical beauty.

“He’s such a sight to parched eyes...very pretty.” Hoseok or maybe Namjoon spoke, and he couldn’t wipe the shit-eating grin off his face.  

He knew it was wrong, but it felt like he was showing off a new car or unveiling a new plasma television. It was flattering as hell that an alpha built like Hoseok couldn’t take his eyes off Taehyung—even if only half of Hoseok’s stories were true. 

How could he not smile?  

“Pretty? He’s far more than that.” Namjoon’s refined English accent spoke the truth. He liked Namjoon. They’d been sharing secret laughs all evening at the machismo that dripped off most of the single alphas at this bar. When he spoke, it didn’t feel like he was flexing his verbal muscles.

Hoseok finished up his drink. “Think he’s a hooker?”  

His heart skipped a beat. How mortified would Taehyung be if he found out that he’d just been mistaken for a high end escort?

The dress wasn’t that scandalous, he thought, although it was too revealing. Spaghetti straps left his shoulders nearly bare, and the bodice hugged his chest like a second skin, and the lithesome frame was a sight to behold. Tight across his waist and even tighter across his hips and butt, the hem barely covered the tops of his toned thighs.

The first time he’d suggested Taehyung even try on a dress like this, the omega accused him of wanting him to be his ‘ little whore .’ Still, he hadn’t complained the first time he wore it in public and got all that attention. Deep down, was that what he wanted?

“I… don’t think so…” He wasn’t sure how to back that up.  

“Me either.” Hoseok scratched his chin as he studied the omega. “He’s too... innocent. Look at that face. That’s not the face of a hardened escort.” He shook his head. “But whatever. Those bright red lips would look good around my cock either way. Know what I’m saying?”  

His heart raced. It had been racing. He’d never been privy to the secret things that others said about Taehyung. He felt like an impostor, but this was a party he didn’t want to spoil. Hoseok was as crass as ever as he drooled over Taehyung, but even Namjoon couldn’t resist commenting on Taehyung’s obvious charms. For the most part, he kept quiet, nursing his beer to cover up the flush that burned across his face.  

In no time, a stranger approached the omega. The man looked quite older than Taehyung, yet he was tall and handsome. In his suit and tie, he could have been an executive here for CEC, but he didn’t recognize him.

“Here they come, the vultures,” Namjoon said under his breath. The three of them watched as the stranger tried his best to pick up the ‘lonely’ blonde. The Alpha had never seen it before.

Usually, on their nights out like this, he was quick to swoop in before anyone else had the chance. Now he was forced to watch as some stranger chatted him up. It twisted his gut into knots, but he couldn’t stop staring.  

Taehyung didn’t immediately turn him away, but gave him a chance to go through his routine before shaking his head politely. He then looked around and spotted the trio of them. The Alpha was not sure if it was the first time Taehyung had noticed them, but he did his best to scan them as though he didn’t know his husband. When Taehyung looked back, the guy was walking away.  

“Well, he wasn’t right for him, anyway. Too old. A hottie like that needs someone who can keep him going all night long.” Hoseok leaned back, thumping his chest.  

“And I suppose you can do better?” Namjoon asked.  

“Of course.” Hoseok seemed to miss the sarcasm in Namjoon’s voice. “I’m young, good looking, and I have a cock that omegas like him fucking love.” As they started to laugh, Hoseok laughed right along with them, not getting that he was the punch line.  

“Is it really that large, Hoseok?” Namjoon couldn’t help himself from needling the guy’s bravado. It was fun to watch.

“Fuck yeah. One time...” And off he went, spinning a tale that probably once had some truth behind it. 

The Alpha kept an eye on Taehyung, wanting to go and join him, but unable to come up with a way out of this situation. After all, these guys knew he was married and that his mate was traveling with him. He couldn’t just go over and hit on Taehyung without them figuring out what was up—and he wasn’t sure that he wanted them to.

Taehyung had gone back to talking with the bartender, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before another guy was along. He reached into his sling purse, pulling out his cell phone while absent-mindedly reaching down to scratch his thigh.

The hem of his short dress rode up enough to reveal the lacy tops of his stockings and the strap of his garter belt. 

That made the alpha smile. It had been a long time since he’d slipped into stockings and garters, and those times were always a lot of fun.  

His gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

“I can’t sit here watching anymore.” Hoseok picked up his drink and slid off his stool. “Wish me luck!”  

His phone buzzed.

LOML: Enjoying the show?

He kept the phone hidden from Namjoon’s view as he texted him back.

Me: we all are...

He didn’t know what he meant by it. Just seemed like a witty comeback. He watched Taehyung raise his eyebrows as he read it off his screen. Hoseok reached him just after.

“I say he lasts no more than five minutes,” Namjoon said.  

They both watched Hoseok flirt with Taehyung. He was definitely a braggart, but it appeared that he was more than just talk. He seemed to hit it off with Taehyung, getting him to laugh, getting him to be a bit more receptive than he was with the stranger a few minutes ago.  

What really made the fire skip across his scalp was that Taehyung seemed to flirt back with Hoseok.  

The omega had leaned forward, offering a healthy glimpse of his exposed chest to Hoseok's wandering eyes. 

His husband was definitely toying with Hoseok. He’d never seen Taehyung wield his sexuality like this. It was fascinating. It also started to make him feel uncomfortable.  

“Well, looks like he’s having more success than I would have thought. Maybe he is as good as he says.” Namjoon’s observation snapped him out of the daze.  

He cleared his throat. “Think he’s... think he’s going to get lucky?”  

“I’d say his odds are fifty-fifty. An attractive omega in an outfit like that is clearly here to have a good time. But that doesn’t mean he’s necessarily easy. I think he’s a tease, but we’ll see how this plays out.”  

Namjoon seemed to have a good read on Taehyung. Back when he’d first met him, Taehyung had played hard to get. He watched his coy dance with Hoseok, and it got him thinking: Had he done this with me? Had I been too close to realize?  

His breath froze as he watched his husband play with Hoseok’s hair. Hoseok leaned in closer, and Taehyung traced his long fingers along his ears, along his jaw. He then slid his hand along the back of his neck, pulling his head in. Their faces were inches apart.  

His heart seized as Hoseok licked his lips.  

Taehyung’s lips nearly brushed his before turning aside and whispering something into his ear. Hoseok paused, blinked, and pulled away. Then he made his way back to the table, shoulders hunched and eyes shifty.

“What happened?” 

The Alpha looked over his shoulder at Taehyung. Taehyung met his eyes for a moment and flashed his smile that was borderline a smirk. He knew his husband better than these alphas.  

Hoseok shrugged. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. “He said he was sorry for sending me the wrong message, but that I wasn’t his type.” He rolled his eyes and pulled out several bills. “On a bright note for one of you, he said he had his eye on this table all night long.” He threw the bills down. “Have fun.”  

He’d never seen anyone leave a bar so fast. They were laughing before he was out of sight.  

“He lasted longer than I thought he would.” Namjoon signaled to the waitress.  

“Yeah, but he did get a free drink out of him.”

Namjoon smiled when the waitress stopped by the table. “Hello, could you please get another of whatever the pretty young boy is having over there? Put it on my tab.” Namjoon turned back to him. “And now he’s getting one from me.”  

“What are you doing?”

“You heard our friend Hosoekie. I’m finding out whether he had his eye on me or not.”

Despite the fact that he knew Taehyung didn’t, that confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal descended again. They watched as the waitress placed the order and the bartender mixed up yet another Cosmopolitan. Taehyung laughed as he received his drink—third of the evening—holding it up to their table. They both held up theirs, then Namjoon turned back to him, ignoring Taehyung.  

“Aren’t you going to go over there?”  

He tried to ignore the uneasy feelings that swam in his gut.

So he instead tread the conversation to the seminar, “That’s what he’s expecting. Maybe that’s even what he thinks he wants. But going over there now will get me nowhere. So, Kim, tell me about what you really thought of the conference...”

He tried to hold up his end of the conversation, but it was like trying to run underwater. Hoseok didn’t scare him. The guy who came onto Taehyung first didn’t really make him nervous. But Kim Namjoon was different. He wore his confidence so well that he barely realized it was there.

He watched his husband cross the room, headed for the restrooms, and wondered whether he should call it a night and get him out of there.

While he was contemplating, his phone buzzed. He was afraid of receiving a chastisement in text form. Instead, he practically choked.

LOML: I’m so horny!

“Your husband?” Namjoon asked, noticing him checking his phone.  

He nodded. He didn’t dare speak. He didn’t even know how to respond to the text and was still thinking when Taehyung returned. Rather than settle back into his previous seat, though, he took his pink drink and came over to join their table.  

The soft light of the bar cast a satiny sheen across his smooth skin and bare arms. It caught in his glossy lips and bright golden eyes. His nipples were hard, making little bumps high on his tight black dress. His groin twitched. Even Namjoon sucked in his breath hard.

“So, which one of you handsome gentlemen should I thank for this?” Taehyung asked, holding up his Cosmo. He seemed to be a little surprised when Namjoon answered.

“That would be me, but please don’t feel obliged to thank me.” Everything Namjoon said sounded refined with that swoon worthy English accent.

“Well, you have it anyway.” Taehyung’s smile lit up his face. “May I join you?” The question was directed at Namjoon, but his inquisitive look was for his husband.

“We’d be delighted.” Namjoon made room next to himself, directly across from the other alpha.

“We were discussing what a beautiful creature such as yourself was doing alone at a hotel bar on a Friday night.” Namjoon kept his eyes on Taehyung’s face who leaned against the table and offered a more enticing view to his husband.  

Taehyung raised a carefully manicured eyebrow. “Really?” He looked at the alpha, who was his husband, directly for the first time. His eyes flickered down to the ring on his finger—his wedding ring—and a mischievous smile formed on his lips. “And what would your mate think if they heard you were discussing strangers in hotel bars?”  

Namjoon kept quiet, watching the exchange.  

For the first time, he hesitated before responding. “We have our secrets. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Taehyung laughed quietly, blinking his eyes slowly. “Think he’s got any secrets he keeps from you?” And leaned deeper onto the counter, and even the Alpha, his husband of eight years, couldn’t resist looking down the front of his tight black dress. He detected the shimmer on his chest, and his cock grew thick. Who was this wanton of an omega?  

“I’m sure he has a few, yes. Don’t all of them?” He took a sip of his beer. “I’m sure you have a few.”  

The mischief never left Taehyung’s face. He was toying with his husband, just as he’d toyed with Hoseok. And he was just as helpless.  

“A few.” Taehyung nodded, turning back to Namjoon. “You?”

Namjoon took a moment to answer. “Me? No, I don’t keep secrets. I’m what they call an open book.”  

Taehyung’s lips were glossy red. The Alpha watched them as they moved, mesmerized by the way the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. “So if I asked you a question, you’d answer it honestly?”

“I would.”  

“Okay then.” Taehyung drew his drink to his lips and paused, peering across the pink liquid. He directed his question to Namjoon before taking a sip: “Do you want to sleep with me?”  

His jaw fell open. 

Even Namjoon blanched at Taehyung’s forwardness. Quickly recovering, he answered, “From the moment you walked in. And that’s without even knowing your name. Imagine what I’d want to do if I learned what you’re called...”  

“Taehyung.” He set his drink down and held out his hand. Namjoon brought it to his lips, kissing his wrists and introducing himself.

“And this married fellow here is Jungkook,” Namjoon said for him.  

“Jungkook...” his name rolled across Taehyung’s wet lips. “What do you think, Jungkook? Should I sleep with him?”  

His eyes sparkled. Taehyung knew what this was doing to his husband; he knew how wild he was driving his alpha. He seemed to be getting a kick out of it, too.  

“Depends. Can I watch?” Jungkook answered nervously, trying to lighten the mood.  

“Well, Jungkook, I’m not normally that kind of omega.” He winked at Namjoon.  

“Normally?” Namjoon asked the question that Jungkook’s mind was screaming.

Taehyung blushed, glancing at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. “Normally, yeah.” He looked like he had something more to say, so they waited for it. “Well, back before I was... back when I was in college, I had some interesting experiences.”  

Jungkook had to force himself to regulate his breathing in calm, even intakes. They’d talked about the pasts, but mostly in generalities. Jungkook knew Taehyung had gone through his wild days in college—as had he himself—and being an attractive blonde, he was no stranger to attention. They had kept the details out of it.

Jungkook knew he had a jealous streak in him, so he never probed. But now, maybe he’d been wrong not to…  

“Go on,” Namjoon prompted.

Taehyung took a deep breath. “I think I’ve had one too many of these.” He indicated his drink, laughing nervously.  

Jungkook saw a flash of the more reserved boy he’d grown into.  

“Well, in my junior year, I moved out of the dorms and into my own apartment off-campus. It was in a cute little three-story complex with large windows and plenty of trees to provide privacy. Or so I thought. When the leaves started to fall in the winter, I found out that the houses in the neighborhood behind mine weren’t as far off as I thought. In fact, one house had a direct view into my bedroom... and I wasn’t the only one who’d made this observation.”  

Jungkook had definitely never heard this story before. It made his heartbeat accelerate.

“Turns out, the bedroom in the back of the house belonged to a high school senior named Wooshik, who had, um... voyeuristic tendencies.”  

“He watched you?”  

Taehyung shrugged. “It was an accident the first few times. He caught me in my panties first, getting ready for a night out. I freaked out. Shut the curtains in a hurry when I saw him out there. But I guess a part of me didn’t mind. I mean, it was pretty sexy, you know? And I always kept the shades drawn when I was hooking up with a guy.”  

Jungkook licked his lips. Talk of past lovers stirred up some confusing feelings. Jealousy was there, without a doubt, but it also turned him on. Like listening to Namjoon and Hoseok talk about Taehyung right in front of him, or watching Taehyung flirt with strangers, something stirred inside.  

“After a while, I stopped freaking out. And I stopped drawing the curtains when I got ready to go out. It was a turn on to tease him.”

Jungkook expected to see a flush crawl up his neck and cheeks, but he didn’t seem embarrassed by the confession. If anything, he seemed to grow more confident as he went on. He ate the maraschino cherry out of his drink and continued.

“One Friday night, when I got back after having too much to drink, things went a little farther. I’d been teasing this guy mercilessly, which usually gets me...well, anyway, we get back to my place, and immediately start going at it. I’d left the blinds open earlier and happened to notice Wooshik out of the corner of my eye. I don’t know what came over me. I felt the guy I was with slip his hand inside my shorts and just sort of went with it.”  

“You gave the kid a show...” Jungkook blurted.

Taehyung looked at his husband, his irises dancing. “I did. My date took me from behind, with my hands braced on the windowsill. I was totally naked.” God, that image... He went on. “My eyes met Wooshik’s as I came. It was... one of the hottest nights of my life.”  

“That’s some story,” Namjoon said after a long pause. “So you like being watched?”

Taehyung finally flushed, but his eyes were steady as he looked back at Namjoon. “Actually, I couldn’t believe I did that the next morning. I stopped teasing Wooshik. Avoided him if I saw him walking around.” With a coy smile, he added, “But I definitely thought about it a lot.”  

They were quiet as the waitress approached, and they ordered another round of drinks. Namjoon excused himself to the bathroom, giving Taehyung and Jungkook time alone for the first time that evening.  

“Oh God, Ggukie, we need to get out of here. I’m so fucking horny.” Taehyung’s breath was steamy against his ear.  

“You never told me that story.” Jungkook was still buzzing from his encounter.

“You didn’t tell me there were going to be other guys here,” Taehyung whispered right back. “If I’d known there were co-workers around, I never would have dressed like this!”  

“Namjoon’s not my co-worker. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s happy you did.”  

Something changed in his expression. “This is getting you excited, isn’t it?”  

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but Taehyung’s hand brushed across his erection before he could answer.  

“Yes, it is!”  

“Well, your story was pretty hot...” Jungkook said weakly.  

“Yeah, but that’s not why you’re hard.” Jungkook couldn’t tell if Taehyung was angry or not. “Do you want me to fuck Namjoon?”  

“Do you want to fuck him?” 

Truthfully, Jungkook didn’t want to hear the answer. 

Yes or no, either answer would tear him up. He thinks he liked the ambiguity of not knowing; of pretending that Taehyung would say ‘ yes’ and feeling safe that he’d say ‘ no .’  

Jungkook could barely look at his husband. Taehyung was biting his lip, looking thoughtful. He looked so beautiful. “If I answer truthfully, can we get out of here?”  

The alpha was silent as the waitress swept in and delivered their drinks. Jungkook didn’t want to answer Taehyung because he didn’t want him to answer on his own. But he couldn’t leave him hanging, either. With a mix of excitement and dread, he said, “Yes.”  

Taehyung opened his full, glossy lips to reply when suddenly he smiled, turned back into the seductress, and looked over his shoulder. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back.” Namjoon took his position next to Taehyung and ran his hand along his exposed shoulder.  

Taehyung shivered at his strange touch. “So where were we?”  

“I was asking you questions to keep you honest,” Taehyung said, eliciting laughter from Namjoon. He brushed his blonde hair from his face, raising an eyebrow in Namjoon’s direction. “So, Namjoon, you ever had a one-night stand?”

“Never with someone as beautiful as you,” came his cheeky reply.

Taehyung laughed, bobbing his head. “Okay, okay... how about: when was the last time you had a one night stand?”  

Namjoon tapped his lips, wondering if he should answer truthfully. He came to a decision with a shrug and a grin. “Last night.”

This surprised both Taehyung and Jungkook, Taehyung’s eyebrows shooting up. “Really? With someone at the convention?”  

Namjoon took a deep breath and shook his head. “Taehyung, I’m having trouble being the truthful man I said I was, and a gentleman. If I tell you, I want you to answer a few questions of my own.”  

Taehyung seemed to think this was fair, but Jungkook gulped silently. Namjoon leaned close to Taehyung and whispered something that Jungkook couldn’t hear. Taehyung searched the room and focused on one of the waiters. His eyes widened. “Really?”

Namjoon shrugged. “Now. Measurements, please.”  

“Well, I’m 5’9”...” Taehyung batted his eyelashes. 

That wasn’t the measurement Namjoon was interested in. 

“40, 28, 34.”  

Namjoon nodded. “Are you a natural blonde?” He was gazing into Taehyung’s eyes, which the omega met with equal poise. “Now, the number one question I’ve been wondering all evening...”  

‘ Do you want to fuck me? ’ The question didn’t need to be asked. It hung in the air like a flash of lightning. 

How would Taehyung answer it? 

Why did Jungkook suddenly feel like an impostor at this table?  

“Do you...” Namjoon paused for dramatic effect. “...like tall and buffed up men?”  

The laughter was bordered on hysteria.  

“Yes.” Taehyung took a large swallow of his drink and laughed softly.

They found stools and shared a light dinner fare. They flirted all throughout. Taehyung's secretive glances in Jungkook’s direction came less and less often, and more than once, he caught Taehyung getting lost in Namjoon’s dark eyes and staring at his plump lips.  

The omega had realized what he was doing with the shake of his head, but would fall right back into it a few moments later.  

Namjoon touched his bare arms to emphasize a point. He brushed his blonde hair as Taehyung enthusiastically retold a story.

The jealousy crawled out of the dark recesses in Jungkook where it normally hid at last. His stomach flipped and fluttered. His head prickled. And yet, he had never been so turned on in his life. Part of him reasoned that Taehyung could never fall for someone else—he loved his husband too much. The other part of him wanted it to happen. Ever so slowly, that second part took over.  

“You like this dress, do you?” Taehyung’s question to Namjoon snapped Jungkook out of his torrid thoughts. “You should see the outfit I bought for dancing...” as he played with his earring.

It was time to stop this charade. Time to take his husband back to their shared room and ravage him. Jungkook was so horny he felt like he was about to explode. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” he broke in, “but I just realized the time.”

The two looked at him as though remembering that he was there too. Now was the time to make up some excuse to take Taehyung away from the tall man. “I’m heading up to my room. My husband’s probably wondering where I am.”  

“Calling it a night? It’s been nice being acquainted with you, Jungkook.” Namjoon shook his hand before turning to Taehyung, “How about you? If I take you dancing, do I have a chance to see that other outfit?"  

Taehyung’s eyes slid from Namjoon to Jungkook. His expression smoldered.  

Jungkook thought of the last text he sent. He knew that look. He knew what pleasures it promised. The nights when they fucked for hours were always preceded by eyes like that. Taehyung turned back to Namjoon, but his response was all for his husband. “If you’re lucky, you’ll see a whole lot more.”  

Taehyung was painting himself into a corner and counting on his husband to get him out of this situation. Instead, Jungkook pulled out his wallet and removed a couple of twenties. Stepping back, he said, “That should cover me.”  

Panic washed over Taehyung’s face for the first time that evening as he realized that Jungkook was leaving without him.  

“You guys have fun.”

It was an impulsive decision for an impulsive moment. One he’d come to regret later? His heart fluttered. His hard cock blocked all rational thought.  

This was reckless. Jungkook knew it. He paused before the elevator, watching the doors open and close. He almost turned around. He almost walked back into that bar. Then the elevator opened again, and he stepped in irrationally.  

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Nausea crashed over him as he closed his hotel door. He panicked. For a split second, he panicked big time.

Oh God, oh God, what had he done?

His breathing came short. 

His heartbeat went erratic.

He thought of the two of them, alone, lips crashing against one another. Namjoon’s hand worked its way beneath his husband’s dress. Taehyung’s back arched, his mouth hung open in a silent cry that Jungkook knew so well. His skin tingled as his imagination went wild. His cock stiffened. He was so turned on. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t ask for this.

His hands shook as he splashed cold water on his face; this time to clear the fever of sexual confusion. His phone buzzed once. 

A text. 

He went to it as fast as he could.

LOML: To answer your question from earlier, yes

His stomach tightened. His breathing came in short, uneven pants, and he swore that he felt bile rise. He remembered the question he asked— Do you want to fuck him?

And then, his mind went further, seeing things that could be, but shouldn’t be: Namjoon and Taehyung crossing the room, mouths together, plucking at their clothes, tearing them open.

He shut his eyes, but the visions played out, more vivid than ever. Almost like a movie. Naked and on all fours, Taehyung arched his back as Namjoon entered him from behind. His skin shimmered with sweat mixed with the gloss of his skin. His coral lips parted as he cried out. 

‘ Oh yes. Fuck me!’

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn’t shake the image. It tore at him like a wild beast desperately trying to escape his chest. The not knowing turned into a searing pain in his chest.

He grabbed his phone. Enough was enough.

Me: game’s over. You win.

Despite hitting send, he felt antsy. He paced. He turned the TV on without even checking to see what was on. He checked his phone again and again. The minutes crept by.

Why wasn’t he responding?

Was he too late?  

His phone buzzed. He suddenly didn’t want to check it. He wished his heart would slow down long enough to let him catch his breath. He turned the phone over in his hand.

LOML: too late. Wish you had told me that before you left...

Jungkook felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He swooned, stumbling to the bathroom. He’d pushed things too far. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. 

He’d pushed his beautiful mate into the arms of another alpha.

Dazed, sitting hard on the toilet, the images returned. Taehyung on his back, legs spread, and welcoming. Jungkook looked to the shower, only to be met with a vision of his husband’s wet body pinned against the shower wall, ankles locked around Namjoon’s back.  

He felt sick to his stomach, yet somehow, inexplicably, his brain was fiery with lust. He hated himself for feeling that way, but could no longer deny it. He knew that fantasies were best left as fantasies, but this night still felt abstract—still a fantasy—and for the moment, his imagination cruised on that.  

He stood up suddenly. Too suddenly. His head rushed with stars. He fought his way across the room to the door. He was determined to do... something... 

Get Namjoon’s room number—somehow. 

Break down his door—in some way. 

He wasn’t going to let this stupid fantasy ruin eight years of his marriage.

And just as he reached the door, it opened inward. Jolted, he froze. Taehyung was there, hip cocked to one side, head inclined, mischievous golden eyes cutting up at his husband. His breathing was heavy. His half smile said it all: busted.

Jungkook swallowed as the omega swept across the room, grabbing his head in his sweaty palms and pulling his lips to his inviting ones. Fireworks exploded behind Jungkook’s eyelids as his husband’s tongue slipped into his mouth.  

They stumbled backwards until they hit the bed. Jungkook fell back. Taehyung followed, his body crawling over his husband. His fingers went for Jungkook’s belt, and before Jungkook’s mind could catch up, he was pants-less, reclining against the hotel-made mountain of pillows.

“Hey there, stranger.” Taehyung’s greeting took the alpha back to the start of the night, when things were innocent, and lines hadn’t been crossed. Taehyung rolled his tight body along his cock, the silk of his stockings teasing Jungkook’s thighs. His short dress rode up, revealing his lacy garter belt and his creamy upper thighs.  

Jungkook felt the bump of his hard cock through the thin material of his damp panties. Jungkook could feel the heat through them. “God, I need to be inside you.”  

He reached between his legs, tearing the stockings and pulling his thong to the side. Together, they guided Jungkook’s hardened cock into his already damp and silky depths.

Taehyung ground on top of Jungkook as their mouths came together, their embrace raw and unchecked. Jungkook adjusted his grip on Taehyung’s panties so that he could stroke his cock and fondle his balls into submission. With his other hand, He clawed at Taehyung’s dress, baring his chest.

Taehyung tugged at his shirt. Jungkook helped, desperate to feel skin on skin—to feel his small pink nipples scuff his bare chest. His skin was sticky with excitement and hot to the touch.

Taehyung bit on his lip as his hips rose and fell with greater and greater ardor.

“I can’t fcuking believe you left me alone.” Taehyung tore his mouth from Jungkook. His brow was pinched, but there was a smile in his eyes. “I should be so fcuking mad—”  

His complaint dissolved into a moan as Jungkook dipped his head and ran his tongue along Taehyung’s neck. It tasted salty with excitement and quivered as Taehyung released a moan. He rode the alpha harder, thighs crushing his hips.  

Was he thinking of Namjoon?

“So why aren’t you pissed?” Jungkook didn’t recognize the hoarse voice as his own, even as it left his lips. He gripped Taehyung’s hips, his fingers clawing into the plush cheeks of his ass. “Was it because part of you wanted to stay?”

“Ggukie...” There was a warning in his voice, but Jungkook ignored it.

“Did you really want to fuck him? Or was that all part of the game?”  

Taehyung planted his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and pushed himself up. His hips rolled faster, stroking the full length of him with his sopping goodness.

Jungkook glanced up. Taehyung’s eyes were shut hard, his blonde hair spilling around his face as he hunched Jungkook’s shoulders, braced his arms on Jungkook’s torso, and fucked him hard.  

The lamplight of the room gave his skin a centerfold’s sensuality, turning his skin to warm satin. His body shivered with each thrust. This was the omega Jungkook fell in love with and married, and yet not at all. He ground his teeth.  

“Answer me, Tae. Did you really want to fuck him?” A caustic thought seeped into his brain, and suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything else. “Are you thinking of him now? Are you fucking him now?”

“Ngl!” Taehyung cried, his body twisting with the non-answer.

It inflamed Jungkook. He rolled them until he was above and Taehyung below, his knees up and his legs splayed around him. He wasn’t looking at Jungkook. He’d turned his head to the side and kept his eyes shut tight.  

Jungkook drove into him, feeling the animal in him wrestle for control. He wanted to punish his husband, but... but something else. Something that set his heart aflutter. He wanted to be his Namjoon, to fuck him like a husband could not. To fuck him like the omega he imagined Taehyung to be, down in the bar with another man’s drink in hand.

“I knew you wanted me,” Jungkook grunted into his ear. A leg climbed up his back, pulling him tighter with each thrust. “From the moment I saw you at the bar, I knew you wanted to fuck me, baby.” Jungkook tried to sound like Namjoon with the slight accent in his voice.

His lust billowed with Taehyung’s cries.

“Say it, slut. Tell me how good it is to fuck me.”

“Fuck me,” Taehyung hissed. “Harder.”

Jungkook was assaulted by the moment: Taehyung’s moans; the squeal of the bed springs; the way his slick ass was invited with each thrust. “Fuck... me, Jungkook...fuck me harder!”

And Jungkook did, nearly losing himself in the process. Taehyung rarely cursed—he rarely even spoke when they made love.  

Taehyung wasn’t thinking of Namjoon, but was turned on by the fact that Jungkook sounded like the alpha and Jungkook... a wanton side of him wanted his husband to be as turned on as he was himself.

His arms burned, holding him above Taehyung’s undulating body. He took him in long, high-powered strokes. His entire length pulled out, then rammed all the way in.

His skin hot, his body slick, Jungkook felt the scrape of his nipples and the dig of his heels into his buttocks. Their lips tore at one another until they could kiss no more.

Somehow, Jungkook didn’t join him in the crash and tumble of his orgasm. Even as his body trembled and his hole convulsed around Jungkook’s cock and his moans filled the alpha’s ears...until he could hear nothing more, he managed to find enough control to hold back and watch. Seeing Taehyung in the throes was profound. Thinking that he might be imagining someone else went beyond.

At last, sweaty and sated, Taehyung opened his eyes and found Jungkook over him, cock still buried deep.

“Wow...” was all the omega said at first.

  “Yeah,” Jungkook agreed. “Wow.”  

Taehyung raised his brows. “You didn’t cum.”

“Not yet.” It was around this point that he realized how worn out he was. They adjusted until they were on their sides. Jungkook collected his slippery body into his arms, spooning him. His cock found his tortured hole again, sliding in with ease.  

They made love slowly, a nice respite after the frenzied session still fresh in their minds. It was Taehyung who spoke first. “I can’t believe you left me alone with that bastard.”

Jungkook couldn’t, either. It was idiotic. Yet just thinking about it set his heart racing all over again.  

“You know, after you left, he suggested we skip dancing and go back to his room?”

Jungkook’s breath caught. Taehyung ground his hips back into him, feeling his cock swell inside him. He reached around and tweaked his nipples.  

“I knew you wouldn’t go.” Jungkook’s voice croaked.

Taehyung didn’t respond for the longest time. The hesitation devastated his tattered emotions.  

“But I almost did.” His voice was barely audible, even this close. He was stiff in Jungkook’s arms, bracing for the jealous rage.

It didn’t come.

Not like he was expecting, anyway.

Jungkook felt jealous, sure. His head swam with it, ripe and ready to burst. But it filled another part of him, too, fueling a libido that had been building all evening. From the first text... to the moment he saw his husband sitting on the stool... to the crazy things the guys around him were saying about him...  

And now this confession. That he’d even considered going up to another man’s hotel room was a betrayal. So why was his cock suddenly thundering through him again?

Jungkook gnashed his teeth. He had the sudden urge to squeeze the omega against his chest, crushing him and his body and his sex until he remembered that he was his husband. 

/His/ lover. 

The only man he should always come home to.

Instead, he fucked him with all that pent-up energy. This time, he wasn’t just Jungkook. He was the alpha Taehyung fell in love with. The man who fcuked him for the past nine years. And he was here to remind his husband who he was.

No words were exchanged. None were needed. They shifted until Jungkook was fully behind him, up on his knees with Taehyung’s ass in the air. He yanked on his hips with each drive, their sweaty bodies clapping wetly.  

Taehyung buried his face in his pillow and screamed through another orgasm. His ass seized around Jungkook’s still hardened cock, the heated caress of rippling promise. Jungkook couldn’t hold back any longer. He stroked him three more times before getting caught in the dizzy swirl of their mutual climax.

***

The next morning, Jungkook woke up, and everything was sore. His arms, shoulders, neck, throat—even his lower back burned dully as he shifted in bed. Taehyung’s spot was empty, and for a moment, panic seared through him.

Part of the night returned: the game at the bar, Namjoon hitting on his husband, his own abrupt departure. 

Had he dreamt the part where Taehyung had come back to him? 

Had he spent the night with Namjoon?

The sound of the shower cutting off dispelled his momentary hysteria. Taehyung was here. It wasn’t a dream. But it also dawned on him that last night wasn’t an ordinary one, either.

  Things were said in the heat of the moment that couldn’t be unsaid. Taehyung wanted to fuck Namjoon—a part of him, anyway. And a part of Jungkook wanted him to.

  Taehyung emerged from the bathroom naked, and for a moment, those confusing thoughts escaped Jungkook. The omega stood with his legs together, hands on his hips. His skin was flush and clean. Beads of water dripped from his hair and made dappled rivulets through his chest and down his flat stomach.

Jungkook watched them slither across his smooth, shaven cock and disappear between his thighs.

His cock stirred.

“Morning,” Taehyung said, smiling. “I didn’t think you’d ever get up.”

Jungkook rolled onto his side and pulled the pillow up around his ears. “I had the craziest dream last night.”

“Oh?” Taehyung crawled up onto the bed with his husband. “It didn’t involve you turning into an animal and ravishing me, did it?” He kissed the tip of Jungkook’s nose.  

“It did, actually. There was also this crazy part about you and another guy.”

“Yeah, I think I had the same dream.” Taehyung’s face brightened with his smile. None of the embarrassment or shame Jungkook had to suppress registered in those eyes. But there was something else there. 

Concern?

“We’re okay, right? You’re not upset?” Taehyung asked.

“I’m not sure what I am, honestly. But... no, I don’t think I’m upset.” Jungkook was getting hard again, just thinking about it. “How about you? I kind of put you in an awkward position there.”  

“Awkward wouldn’t exactly be the word I’d use...” Reaching beneath the sheets, his fingers found Jungkook’s cock erect. Taehyung purred at the discovery. “I’m not going to pretend I understand it, but I knew it would turn you on.”

Jungkook gasped as Taehyung’s fingers formed a ring around his shaft, and he slowly began to jerk him.

“I love that you’re such a tease, and happy that you’re nothing more.” As Jungkook spoke, his voice came dangerously close to cracking.

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in mock offence. “I’ll show you nothing more than a tease.” He slipped under the covers.

Jungkook only had a moment before Taehyung’s mouth enveloped him with a loud slurp. The alpha groaned at the wonderful sensation. Wet, silky hair dripping on his thighs. Buttery mouth and firm fingers around his shaft.

Taehyung bobbed his head with purpose. Okay, Jungkook revised, when Taehyung didn’t want to be; he was most definitely not a tease.

His tongue darted and swirled. Jungkook felt his cock head slip into his throat and watched—his eyes droopy with lust—as the sheets bounced above him.

Jungkook pulled them away, freeing his husband to the cool, fresh air. Their eyes met. His brow was sweaty, his cheeks concave as he sucked.

Jungkook shuddered as he came, catching Taehyung by surprise. A stream of cum leaked from the side of his mouth before he could get the alpha under control, swallowing his excitement. Taehyung sucked and licked until Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore, sitting back and wiping the mess from his face.

“Yum.” Taehyung licked his fingers clean. He rolled out of bed again and sauntered over to the suitcase.  

Jungkook watched his athletic backside flex and stretch, and Taehyung crouched and pulled out a black thong. Looking over his shoulder, he smirked. “Get dressed, lazy bum. We should talk, and we’re not going to do much of that if we stay here.”

Jungkook laughed. Taehyung was right. He could already feel his cock stirring—and that was just from his husband’s nudity. Taehyung excited him from just existing.

They had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, situated on the opposite side of the lobby, at the bar. Jungkook couldn’t stop looking over there like it was the scene of a crime.

When he made himself look at Taehyung, he saw hesitation behind those amber eyes. Something uncomfortable shifted inside of him.

Taehyung was always the one to approach things head-on, challenging Jungkook whenever he didn’t understand something. But he didn’t understand this, and didn’t start questioning. So Jungkook did.

“Did you really mean that last night? About wanting to fuck Namjoon.” Okay, so thinking that question was different than saying it, and when he said ‘fuck Namjoon,’ he felt his body free fall for a second.

Taehyung blinked, took a sip of his coffee, and nodded. “No, I didn’t mean it, because...” he glanced away before continuing. “You know I love you more than anything…it was just to rile you up…and quite frankly, even that thought came to my mind it would never be like I would have done it either way. It’s just fun to think about, you know?”

Fun to think about fucking another man. Jungkook’s heart went thunk—and yet it was the perfect answer. Taehyung had somehow both reaffirmed his commitment to the alpha and upped his own sex appeal.

But that didn’t mean Jungkook was done questioning him. “Go on.”

“It’s like dreaming of sleeping with a celebrity. It makes a good fantasy, but that’s all it is. If I met Lee Minho last night, I wouldn’t have ended up in his bed.” He paused, then added, “Probably not.”

They both laughed.

“But Namjoon wasn’t some hypothetical. Not a celebrity. He wasn’t Lee Minho. He was just a guy for you to behave badly with.”

“You’re right, he was better looking than Lee Minho. With an accent!” Taehyung winked. He was making Jungkook hard again. “You know what made last night so fun?”

Jungkook had his theories, but wanted to hear Taehyung’s, so he shook his head.

“When we played that game before, it was always you picking me up—which was fun—but no matter how much I tried to imagine you were a stranger, you were still my husband somewhere in there. But last night—”

“You got to flirt with someone who wasn’t me.”

“Right. And because you were right there, it was kind of like I had permission to be naughty. I felt safe chasing the forbidden. And that was so hot.”

Jungkook agreed. “It was.”

Taehyung didn’t get Jungkook’s side of this fantasy—not fully, anyway. He could see it in the way his brows pinched. Not that he was judging. He was just trying to wrap his head around it. The problem was that Jungkook was just wrapping his head around it himself.

“I liked watching you like that. It’s a pretty big boost to the ego to watch all those guys drool over you.”

“So this is about you?” Taehyung challenged him with that smile. “I knew it.”

“No, no. No, at all. Well, maybe that’s part of it, but it’s definitely not all of it. I liked how you responded to them. You were so sexual. And it was amazing to watch and think to myself, ‘That’s mine .’ It was like seeing a side of you that I don’t get to see very often.”

“You don’t think I’m sexy normally?” His pout wasn’t genuine, but Jungkook answered him like it was.

“Don’t worry, Tae. You’re the sexiest guy I could have. But that’s just the thing. Last night, watching you behave like... like someone who wasn’t mine was a huge turn-on.”

“So much so that you had to leave?”

Taehyung had Jungkook there.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. That was my ego getting in the way.”

Again, his brows folded into one another. “But I thought last night boosted your ego.”

“Confusing, isn’t it? That’s how last night felt to me: full of conflicting emotions.”

Taehyung shook his head, not understanding. “I don’t get it.”

“Me either. Part of me wanted to stop the game, drag you upstairs, and fuck you silly. Another part wanted to see how naughty you could be. Guess that part won out.”

Taehyung looked mischievous enough that his cock twitched. “And yet you got the former, too.”

“I was wondering about that. How did you get away?”

“Yeah, that was tricky. After you left, I was a little shocked. At first, I just wanted to run out of there, follow you back to the room. But then I got a little upset. I wanted to teach you a lesson. So, I let Namjoon do his thing. Before I knew it...”

Taehyung trailed off, and Jungkook suddenly realized his husband had been holding something back. Did something actually happen last night, after all?  

Jungkook was alone upstairs for nearly half an hour. Plenty of time for something to happen, particularly between two sexed up and seemingly willing parties. As he drowned in the possibilities, even breathing became difficult.

“What happened?”

Taehyung glanced up at Jungkook, his face red, his eyes timid. That was definitely not a look Jungkook was used to seeing on his face. “Are you sure you want to know?”

It was last night all over again. Same confusing wash of emotions. Same acidic jealousy mixed with sweet excitement. Same self-destructive hunger for more.

“Tell me.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

Jungkook couldn’t go that far. In fact, a part of him was ready to explode at whatever revelation Taehyung was about to share. But the rest clamored to know, including the tiny portion that hoped he had not gone too far.  

His reply was so low and raw that he barely recognized it as his own. “Depends on what happened.”

Taehyung’s flushed hesitation started to fall away, replaced by something brighter. “Then promise me you’ll forgive me.”

Could he do that? What if Taehyung had slept with him? And came to him right after?

Last night, the thought was delivered with a nauseating blow to the gut. This morning was not much better, but the conversation and sobriety had left his head clearer. 

Still, the answer was the same: ‘ Depends on what happened.’

“What if I fucked him? Could you forgive me?” His smile was sly. He was messing with Jungkook, but it still left the alpha queasy and questioning.

“But you didn’t.”

Taehyung softened. “No, of course not.”  

Jungkook let go of the tension he’d been holding. “I think the idea is hot beyond explanation, but I don’t think I could handle that. At least not last night.”

Taehyung speared a square of French toast and brought it to his mouth. “In that case, good thing all I did was lead him on.” He finished eating the toast.

  “Lead him on, how?”

“He wanted to kiss me…so I, being an obedient omega, offered him...”

“Your lips?” Jungkook gasped as Taehyung swatted his shoulder, “No, silly, my cheeks and turned him down.”

Jungkook wasn’t ready to deal with Taehyung fucking another guy, and to know that he turned some alpha down? It boosted his ego much. And the thought was a hot one.

“That’s so hot.”

“Really?” Taehyung looked very pleased with himself. “I flirted with him all night. Seemed like the least I could do was at least allow him a parting chivalrous kiss. You mad?” He batted his lashes.

“Very.” Jungkook couldn’t contain his grin. “I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

Jungkook’s words seemed to pluck the same dizzying note in Taehyung as they did to him. Taehyung shook his head. “Well, what can I do? My mannerism came before your ego.” He spoke more to himself than to Jungkook. “I was trying to think of a way to get out of there. I still couldn’t believe you just left me like that. I didn’t know what you wanted me to do. We’d never talked about... You know... other people. But I also wasn’t lying when I told you that I wanted him. So, it was all confusing.” He’d been looking off a little, but refocused on Jungkook. “The next thing I knew, he was asking me to follow him, and I couldn't do that. So I ended up denying him with a parting kiss.”

There was no embarrassment there anymore. They both knew how hot this was. Jungkook looked down at his plate and realized he was done, despite the half-eaten breakfast burrito.

“Then what happened?” Jungkook went for his glass, only to find it empty. He tipped it back anyway, crushing an ice cube between his teeth.

“Then you texted. And you were right. The game was over. It was a reality check.”  

“So, if I hadn’t texted?”

Taehyung shrugged, but the way the ends of his lips curled up had Jungkook groaning. “Do you really want me to answer that? It’s your fault.”

Jungkook shook his head. He didn’t want the answers. Not yet, anyway. The question could be left for another day. Instead, he asked another. “So, how did you get out of there? Wasn’t he offering to take you dancing?”

“He offered to take me up to his room too,” Taehyung corrected with a laugh. “But yeah, like I said, it was tricky. I told him that an emergency had come up. The relative I was visiting was sick. I’m not sure that he bought it, but he didn’t argue.”

“And then you came back?”

“Well, not right away.” Taehyung batted his lashes. “He needed to wrap my head around your betrayal.”

“I’m sorry Tae. That was really rash of me. But you were nice to him, since you backed out of dancing and... other things.”

“Yeah. Dancing would have been fun.”

Jungkook laughed. “I think it would be fun to watch you dance.”

Taehyung’s smile was touched by seriousness next. “Last night was amazing, but I don’t want to lose us. Flirting with danger can be fun. Talking about it. But I’m not willing to risk losing you. No game is worth it, no matter how exciting.”

Jungkook reached across the table. Taehyung’s skin was so soft in his hands. “I couldn’t agree more.”

They left brunch like a couple of starry-eyed teens, holding hands and mooning over each other. Of course, they ran into Namjoon like that.

“Morning... this is a rather odd sight...” Namjoon said, confused.

Jungkook froze, panicking.

Shit.

Totally busted.

“Good morning, Namjoon,” Taehyung said. His voice didn’t waver. “I’d like you to meet my husband, Jungkook. I believe you’ve met.”  

Namjoon looked at Jungkook, then at Taehyung, then back at Jungkook.

Jungkook had no idea what was going through his head, but running was about the only thing going through his own.

At last, Namjoon started laughing.

Jungkook found his tongue. “I’m sorry, Namjoon. It just sort of happened. We didn’t mean for the little game to go as far as it did—”

Namjoon stopped him, needing no explanation. “I understand, bro. It’s not every day a guy gets to be part of someone else’s fantasy.” He said this, looking at Taehyung, and a tingle of jealousy rolled down Jungkook’s spine.

Taehyung reached out and touched his arm. “Thank you, Hyung.”

In a flash, Jungkook imagined what they must have looked like last night, in the bar, flirting. The jealousy surged, but so did other things. Taehyung's hold on Jungkook’s hand tightened.

Jungkook remembered to breathe.

“Jungkook, you’re a lucky devil. I don’t suppose I could get a kiss from your husband before we say goodbye, could I?”

Jungkook shook his head, knowing that Namjoon wasn’t being serious. “Maybe some other time.” He was only a tiny bit bitter. It felt good telling Namjoon to shove off, even though he liked the guy.

Namjoon seemed a little surprised that Jungkook knew that much, but nodded. “Fair enough. Last time I’ll ever try picking up a bird as good-looking as you in a bar.” He laughed. “Not really.”

Namjoon went his way; Taehyung and Jungkook went theirs.

Jungkook felt flushed, and judging from Taehyung’s palms, he was feeling it, too. They said nothing on the way up to the room.

They didn’t need to.  

They still had a few hours before they flew out...

**~~THE END~~**

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Jungkook watched Taehyung laugh on the other side of the lounge. His face always glowed when he did, and after three days under the Hawaiian sun, his rich tan made it shine. A man in his late thirties with a gummy smile leaned beside him at the bar.

The man would have been handsome if he hadn’t tended to smile out of the corner of his mouth. He didn’t have a chance.

Jungkook didn’t need to hear their conversation to know that, but the sight still left his stomach tight and his heart fluttering.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been playing this game for close to a year. Taehyung would go into the bar; Jungkook would follow separately and settle in somewhere with a view.

Alphas would circle him in the darkness, and Jungkook would watch from afar. Even after seeing it half a dozen times, it was electrifying.

Usually, they’d flirt, buy Taehyung a drink, dance if there was a dance floor, and Taehyung would show an interest in the guy.

Afterwards, Taehyung would reunite with his husband, and they would have explosive sex.

On a couple of occasions, the dancing got more intimate, and they pushed their already dubious boundaries. In a sea of undulating bodies, Taehyung and his alpha-for-the-night would melt into one. His hands would explore, and Taehyung would do nothing to stop them.

Jungkook still remembers the nauseating feeling the first time he witnessed another man exploring Taehyung’s body…and how hard Jungkook fucked him at the end of the night.

Tonight, he was dressed in a floral printed shirt with bold, coral flowers. Perched cross-legged on his barstool throne, he looked like a Hawaiian prince. He dismissed the crooked smile of his suitor with a straightforwardness that always caught men off guard.

His smile hung for a moment as though he was unwilling to accept the rebuff. Taehyung nodded again, and his cool-guy facade finally crumbled. Hands up, he backed away. His face only got uglier when he turned away from Taehyung, muttering about wasted time and wasted drinks.  

It was always the same.

Jungkook met his eyes across the bar and raised his glass. Taehyung just smiled and went back to his phone.

***~~~To be continued...~~~***