The music at the party pulsed through the air, vibrating in Taehyung’s chest as he moved through the crowd, a glass of champagne in hand. He wasn’t the type to frequent such flashy events, but his friends had insisted tonight would be fun.
Friend: “Come on, Taehyung, loosen up! You never know who you’ll meet,” Jimin teased, pushing Taehyung further into the crowd.
Taehyung laughed, scanning the room. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here, aren’t I?”
Jimin winked. “Exactly! Now, go grab another drink and… maybe catch someone’s eye.”
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung made his way to the bar. As he waited for his drink, he felt someone step up next to him. Turning his head, his eyes landed on a striking man with dark eyes and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. The stranger’s black shirt hugged his broad shoulders, and the tattoos on his arm peeked out under his sleeves.
Their eyes met.
Jungkook: “Vodka, neat,” the man ordered, his voice deep and smooth, before glancing sideways at Taehyung. “Haven’t seen you around before. New here?”
Taehyung tilted his head, smiling slightly. “First time at a party like this. You?”
Jungkook: “Let’s just say I don’t usually stick around long enough to chat.” He smirked, his gaze flicking down to Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “That so? What makes tonight different?”
Jungkook shrugged, leaning in just a little closer. “Maybe it’s because I saw you.”
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept his composure. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
Jungkook: “Not when something catches my eye.”
The bartender slid their drinks across the bar, and Taehyung took a sip, feeling the champagne fizz on his tongue. He glanced at Jungkook again, his curiosity growing.
Taehyung: “I’m Taehyung, by the way.”
Jungkook: “Jungkook.”
The name rolled off his tongue smoothly, and Taehyung found himself captivated by the way Jungkook’s eyes lingered on him. He had a presence—intense, magnetic.
Jungkook: “You here with friends?”
Taehyung nodded, gesturing towards the dance floor where Jimin was already lost in the music. “Yeah, but they won’t miss me.”
Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing your attention tonight.”
Taehyung bit his lip, feeling a spark of excitement surge through him. The tension between them was undeniable, and the pull he felt toward Jungkook was unlike anything he’d experienced before. Before he could think twice, he leaned in closer, their arms brushing against each other.
Taehyung: “What makes you so sure you’ll have it?”
Jungkook’s smile widened, his dark eyes locking onto Taehyung’s. “Let’s find out.”
The rest of the night blurred into a mix of drinks, stolen glances, and heated touches as they danced. The way Jungkook’s hands brushed against Taehyung’s waist sent shivers down his spine, and by the time the night was winding down, Taehyung found himself following Jungkook out of the party, breathless and full of anticipation.
They barely made it inside Jungkook’s apartment before their lips crashed together, all hesitation lost. Jungkook’s hands were firm yet gentle as he pressed Taehyung against the wall, their breaths mingling between feverish kisses.
Taehyung (gasping): “You’re… something else.”
Jungkook (murmuring against his lips): “You have no idea.”
The night was a whirlwind of passion, their chemistry electric, but when Taehyung woke up in Jungkook’s bed the next morning, he found the space beside him empty. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind.
He bit his lip, wondering if he’d ever see Jungkook again.
Taehyung (to himself): “Just a one-night stand, right? Don’t get too attached.”
With a sigh, he got dressed and left the apartment, convincing himself it was just a night to forget. Little did he know, their paths were about to cross again?
Next Morning!
Taehyung stirred awake to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The bed felt too big, too empty, and as he blinked his eyes open, the events of last night slowly came back to him. He sighed, stretching out on the luxurious sheets, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and uncertainty wash over him.
The other side of the bed was cold. Jungkook was gone.
Taehyung (thinking): “Figures… A guy like that wouldn’t stick around.”
He ran a hand through his messy hair, biting his lip as memories of Jungkook’s hands, lips, and breathless whispers flooded his mind. It had been… intense. More intense than anything Taehyung had ever experienced before. And yet, here he was, alone, in a stranger’s bed, the smell of last night’s passion still lingering in the air.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Taehyung stood up and padded around the room, searching for his clothes. As he slipped his shirt on, he glanced around Jungkook’s apartment. The place was sleek, modern, and expensive, everything in sharp contrast to the messy, artistic chaos of Taehyung’s own life.
He found his phone on the nightstand and checked the time. No missed messages, no calls. It was as if the world outside had paused while he was wrapped up in the whirlwind that was Jungkook.
Taehyung (muttering to himself): “It’s fine. It was just a one-time thing.”
He wasn’t expecting anything more. He didn’t want anything more… right? His life didn’t have room for complications, and Jungkook definitely seemed like the kind of guy who came with plenty of those.
As he grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door, he paused for a moment, staring at the empty apartment behind him.
Taehyung (thinking): “That’s it. One night. We’ll probably never see each other again.”
With that, he slipped out the door, leaving behind any lingering thoughts of Jungkook. At least, he tried to.
Later that morning, Taehyung found himself in his small art studio, a brush in hand and a canvas in front of him. The space was quiet, save for the faint hum of music playing in the background. Normally, painting was his escape—a way to channel his emotions, to forget the chaos of the outside world. But today, his mind wouldn’t settle.
His thoughts kept drifting back to Jungkook: the way his hands had felt against his skin, the intensity in his eyes, the way he had taken control so effortlessly. Taehyung groaned, dropping his paintbrush onto the table with a clatter.
Taehyung (thinking): “Get it together, Tae. It was one night. You’ve got work to do.”
Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He had a big presentation coming up—a chance to showcase his art to potential corporate buyers. If he played his cards right, it could mean a huge step forward in his career. He didn’t have time to daydream about some mysterious stranger he barely knew.
By afternoon, Taehyung was dressed in a crisp button-up, ready for his presentation. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, smoothing out his shirt and running a hand through his hair.
Taehyung (muttering): “You’ve got this. Just charm them like always.”
He grabbed his portfolio and headed out the door, pushing thoughts of Jungkook to the back of his mind. As he made his way to the corporate office where his presentation was scheduled, he tried to focus on his pitch—what he would say, how he would sell his art to these high-powered business executives. But that nagging feeling lingered, like the night with Jungkook was still hanging over him.
The elevator ride up to the 15th floor felt like an eternity. When the doors slid open, Taehyung stepped out, clutching his portfolio tightly. He was ushered into a large conference room, where several executives were already seated around the table. His eyes scanned the room nervously, mentally rehearsing his pitch.
The door opened behind him, and the sound of someone stepping in made Taehyung turn around.
There, standing at the head of the table, was Jungkook.
His heart skipped a beat.
Jungkook: “Good afternoon, everyone. Let’s get started, shall we?”
Jungkook’s voice was cool, professional, as if last night hadn’t happened at all. Taehyung stood frozen in place, his eyes wide as the realization hit him like a truck.
Taehyung (thinking): “No way… He’s the CEO?”
Jungkook’s gaze flicked over to Taehyung, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter. He gave no sign of recognition, no hint that they had spent a heated night together just hours ago. To everyone else in the room, he was just the calm, composed CEO.
But Taehyung? He was suddenly drowning in the weight of that one night, now tangled in something far more complicated than he had ever
Taehyung’s pulse quickened as he stood frozen in the doorway of the conference room. His mind raced, trying to process the sight in front of him—Jungkook, the man he’d spent a wild, passionate night with, was sitting at the head of the table, casually flipping through some documents.
Taehyung (thinking): “He’s the CEO? How is this happening?”
The room seemed to spin for a moment before he forced himself to take a breath. He needed to stay calm. This was a professional meeting, and he couldn’t afford to mess it up. But how was he supposed to present his art, knowing that the man who had been all over him last night was now in a suit, acting as if nothing had happened?
Jungkook: “Ah, you must be Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook said smoothly, his voice betraying no emotion. His eyes flicked up to meet Taehyung’s, cool and composed.
Taehyung: “Y-yes, that’s me,” Taehyung stammered, feeling heat creep up his neck. He cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “Thank you for having me.”
Jungkook gave a curt nod, gesturing for Taehyung to take a seat. “We’ve heard a lot about your work. I’m looking forward to your presentation.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, willing himself to focus. He couldn’t let the memory of last night get in the way of what was possibly the biggest opportunity of his career. He glanced around the table, noting that the other executives seemed oblivious to the tension simmering between him and Jungkook.
As Taehyung set up his presentation, he could feel Jungkook’s gaze lingering on him, though when he glanced up, Jungkook’s face remained neutral, unreadable. The air in the room felt thick with unspoken words, and Taehyung struggled to keep his composure.
Taehyung (thinking): “Act normal. He’s not the same guy from last night. This is business.”
Finally, it was time for Taehyung to present. He took a deep breath, launching into his pitch about how his art could bring a modern, creative edge to the company’s corporate spaces. As he spoke, he tried to focus on the executives around the table, but his eyes kept drifting back to Jungkook, who was watching him intently, his expression impossible to read.
When he finished, there was a moment of silence. Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited for their feedback. Then, one of the executives spoke up.
Executive 1: “Your work is impressive, Mr. Kim. It’s bold, yet tasteful. I think it could fit well with what we’re trying to achieve here.”
Taehyung exhaled in relief, offering a polite smile. “Thank you.”
Jungkook, however, remained silent, his eyes still fixed on Taehyung. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back in his chair, his voice cool and measured.
Jungkook: “I agree. But I have a few questions.”
Taehyung felt a lump form in his throat. Questions? Was this about his art, or was Jungkook playing some kind of game?
Taehyung: “Of course, feel free to ask.”
Jungkook steepled his fingers, his gaze never wavering. “Your work is certainly unique. But I wonder… how do you handle pressure? Deadlines? Corporate demands? In a world like ours, it’s not always about passion. Sometimes, it’s about control and keeping things professional, no matter the situation.”
The double meaning behind Jungkook’s words wasn’t lost on Taehyung. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool. Was Jungkook testing him? Pushing him to see if he’d crack under the weight of last night’s memories?
Taehyung (with a steady voice): “I’m confident in my ability to meet any demands, Mr. Jeon. No matter the pressure, I can maintain professionalism and deliver the results expected of me.”
Jungkook’s lips curled slightly, almost as if he was amused. “Good. I hope to see that.”
The room seemed to buzz with tension as the other executives glanced between Taehyung and Jungkook, sensing something in the air but not quite able to place it. Taehyung resisted the urge to look away from Jungkook’s piercing gaze.
Executive 2: “Well, I think we’ve seen enough for today. We’ll be in touch with our decision, Mr. Kim.”
Taehyung nodded, bowing slightly. “Thank you for your time.”
As he gathered his things, he felt Jungkook’s eyes on him, and for a moment, he considered saying something—acknowledging what had happened between them, clearing the air. But no. Not here. Not now.
With a final glance in Jungkook’s direction, Taehyung turned and left the room, his heart pounding in his chest. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
Taehyung (thinking): “What just happened? How is this my life right now?”
He started down the hallway, but his mind was still stuck in that room, with Jungkook’s unreadable expression and his thinly veiled words. Was Jungkook going to pretend last night never happened? Or was this some kind of twisted game he was playing?
Meanwhile, back in the conference room, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing at his lips. He hadn’t expected to see Taehyung here today. But now that he had, things were about to get interesting.
Jungkook (thinking): “Looks like fate isn’t done with us yet, Kim Taehyung.”
~By P¿andaWriter!
