17

                                    

                                          


                          
They've moved to a private room they booked. Taehyung swears that when they got there, there was a respectable distance between Jungkook and him. They were still sitting together and being quite touchy, which is a constant no doubt. But somehow, after the drinks started flowing, the already small space between them disappeared completely.
                          
Taehyung has one leg hooked over Jungkook's leg, and Jungkook has an arm around Taehyung's middle pulling him close. That allows for Taehyung to tuck his head in the space between Jungkook shoulder and his neck when he feels like it, and for Jungkook to kiss Taehyung's hair every once in a while. Taehyung doesn't really make anything of it. He's in that euphoric stage of tipsiness, and Jungkook's body feels warm and comfortable, so he has no complaints.
                          
A few funny looks are sent their way when the people around them think they don't notice. He lets Jungkook take his hand in his and play with his fingers.
                          
He turns to look at Jungkook. He's laughing at something Seokjin said—well, yelled—and his cheeks are red, his smile displaying all of his teeth. Before he has the chance to look away Jungkook's eyes meet his, his grin turning into a smaller, softer one. Almost shy, Taehyung would dare say.
                          
"What?" Jungkook asks him.
                          
"Nothing," Taehyung says, letting go of Jungkook's hand so he can cup Jungkook's face in his palms. "Your face is all red."
                          
"It's so warm," Jungkook replies, leaning a little closer. "So hot."
                          
Taehyung smiles as he squishes Jungkook's cheeks together, his lips jutting out. Taehyung laughs, letting go of Jungkook's face then.
                          
"Come here," Jungkook says then, softly holding the back of Taehyung's neck and pulling him closer. "I want to tell you something."
                          
"Tell me what?" Taehyung asks, Jungkook getting close to his ear.
                          
"You look beautiful tonight," Jungkook whispers then, his breath tickling Taehyung's ear.
                          
"Are you trying to flirt with me, Mr. Jungkook?" Taehyung asks, trying to tilt his head to give
                          
Jungkook a look.
                          
But Jungkook keeps him still, whispering, "Yes." Well, that was very honest. Taehyung appreciates the sincerity. "I want to kiss you."
                          
Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip. "Do you really?" he asks.
                          
Jungkook nods. "Yeah, I do," Jungkook confirms. "Can we?"
                          
Taehyung winks. 
                          
So he tilts his head a little, looking into Jungkook's eyes for a brief moment. He still notices the way Jungkook's tongue darts to wet his lips. And then, he leans forward and presses his lipsagainst Jungkook's.
                          
Jungkook's mouth tastes of the Martini he was drinking before, with a sweet aftertaste that has
                          
Taehyung pressing his lips against his for more. He places his hands on Jungkook's shoulders while he feels one of Jungkook's palms fall on his thigh, warm and welcoming. The truth is that Taehyung intended for it to be a short, casual kiss—something that wouldn't really catch anyone's attention. Namjoon and Seokjin have shared some of those during the evening.
                          
He's about to pull away when Jungkook catches his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling at it. And that seems to ignite something inside of Taehyung. 
                          
He wrinkles the fabric of Jungkook's shirt in his hands. It's Jungkook that deepens the kiss, turning it a little more urgent.
                          
They're so engrossed in each other that they miss how suddenly they're the center of attention, until the room erupts into cheers and wolf-whistles. They abruptly pull back then, Taehyung feeling his cheeks get hotter when he realizes everyone is looking at them with a knowing expression. This situation makes him embarrassed. That feeling only gets stronger when Jungkook rests his forehead on Taehyung's shoulder, hiding his face from the rest.
                          
And after that, teasing ensues, of course. It falls mostly upon Jungkook, since he's the one all of them know, but Seokjin makes a few comments addressed at Taehyung that make his cheeks burn hot.
                          


                          
Even if they really aren't kissing anymore, the feeling inside of Taehyung's chest doesn't go away.
                          
He wishes that either they were alone or that he didn't care about the rest of people in the room, so he could just pull Jungkook closer and resume kissing. And he knows Jungkook feels the same way by the constant looks he gives Taehyung, and the way he shifts nervously.
                          
He almost jumps in his seat when Jeongguk gets closer to his ear again, asking, "Do you want to get out of here?"
                          
He swallows down thickly. The question reminds him of all the movies and shows where the couple sneaks out from somewhere to do dirty, nasty things. Thinking about it almost gives him chills, and only then does he notice how riled up he already is. It's not like he's horny—not yet, at least. 
                          


                          
He's just in deep need of Jungkook's lips on his.So he nods. "Yes," he says. "Yeah, I do."