“Hello?”

the groggy voice answers on the third ring.

“Meet me by 1” the caller mumbles as jinwoo, retracts his phone from his ears, eyes tiredly trying to check the caller ID.

He sits up. “What do you want at 1am in the morning Kim Myungjun...?” he rolls the blanket off his body, struggling to get out of bed.

“there's something we have to discuss” he hears myungjun mutters, quietly as he, jinwoo stares dazed at the phone.

“And this couldn't wait? For Hell's sake, only serial killers meet at one in the morning”

“well, I am not a serial killer and you are not either so I'll be expecting you in ten” and the line goes dead. Jinwoo runs his hand through his messy hair, tossing his phone on the bed.

What exactly did myungjun have to tell him at 1 that couldn't wait? It was morning for heaven's sake. He was tired and he needed his sleep but if myungjun says it was important, then it must be very important.

Twelve minutes later, jinwoo is dressed in enough warm clothes, and in his car, closing in on myungjun's house gate but from infront of him, he sees myungjun's silhouette resting against the wall of the fence, his head pointed in Jinwoo's direction.

‘this better be fucking good’ he mutters, turning off the ignition and at the same time, the door to the passenger seat opens as myungjun ducks and enters inside.

“Hey I-”

“Really? 1am? For reals Kim Myungjun?” jinwoo is quick to snap. Who could blame him? A sleepy jinwoo was a pissy jinwoo.

Myungjun groans. “I'm sorry but if it wasn't important, you wouldn't be here..” he assures.

Jinwoo signs, knowing well enough the oder was right. “Okay, talk to me, what's going on?”

“its taehyung..” myungjun breathes out.

Jinwoo clenches his jaw, not sure exactly why he didn't like the idea that Taehyung was the reason for their little 'get-togther'.

“..I have leads on why taehyung and yoongi are getting married. You see i-”

“wait...wait...wait..Hold up.. ” jinwoo interrupts. “leads? What do you mean by leads? Why are you suddenly talking like we are in a freaking crime investigation channel.. and two...” he pauses, staring intently at Myungjun.

“..I thought we were done trying to destroy your brother's marriage”

Rolling his eyeballs, myungjun takes out his phone, handing it to jinwoo. Jinwoo, confused, collects the item, staring at it blankly. His eyes skimmed the content that hit him in the face. It was an exported chat of Taehyung and his soon to be finance.

How the hell did myungjun get his hands on this? And how much did he know?

“Jeon Jungkook” myungjun replies as if, he reads Jinwoo's mind.

Jeon Jungkook.

Shrills. was what jinwoo felt after hearing that name. Jungkook, how long had it been since he saw the muscular looking boy? He shakes his head, waves of memories flooding his brain again.

Himself, Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi.

They were happy, very happy. If he remembers vividly, during one of their late night conversation at a club, they all vowed to get married the same day, live in the same state and probably, slightly, live in the same neighbourhood but Life- happened.

“How?” jinwoo finds himself muttering. “How did you even find him?”

“Long story” replies Myungjun. “..right now, we need to go to a bar”

“A Bar? The hell why?” jinwoo retorts,refraining himself from swearing.

myungjun buckles his seatbelt. “someone has been threatening taehyung, if you read that chat, you'll understand better. His name is Gu daewon, he is a fashion mogul who has a bar called 'SECRETs' a twenty minute drive away from here”

Jinwoo almost chuckles, hoping that all of this was a freaking dream. He reaches for him arms to pinch it, only to find out that this was as real as anything.

“So..do you have a plan? If this guy is dangerous enough to threaten taehyung, then you can't just badge into his office like that..” the younger advises.

myungjun smiles creepily, scaring the younger. “Oh, I have a plan”

Sighing, jinwoo shakes his head, turning on the ignition. Myungjun was crazy..freaking absolutely crazy.

“I still really hope this a fucking dream” he mutters.

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“don't drink! You still have to drive us home!” myungjun warns the minute he sees jinwoo heading for the bar.

Jinwoo shakes his head. “Then what are we here to do?”

Myungjun grins pulling jinwoo closer to him. His body squished against his, his hands slowly finding its way to Jinwoo's neck. Myungjun whispers softly, “we dance”

Dance? That's it?

Jinwoo wraps his arms around the older's waist, looking down at a distracted myungjun.

Jinwoo couldn't deny that he found myungjun attractive. He couldn't deny that he would love to bed the older but he couldn't argue if what he felt for the older was love.

He couldn't be in love. Not yet. and not with Taehyung's brother.

His gaze trails myungjun's face, his forehead, his eyes, his nose and that lip. Suddenly, jinwoo seemed curious. Very curious on how the older's lip was going to taste.

soft or dry.

He wasn't wearing any lip gloss today, jinwoo noticed which in fact was a bummer but it didn't stop him from wanting to kiss him.

“Okay so..his office is right there..what I am going to do is to act drunk and m-”

“I want to kiss you” jinwoo blurts out.

Myungjun whips his head so fast towards jinwoo, he might have broken a bone. Now, he was staring at him, dead in the eyes- shocked.

“Y..you..what?” he swallows hard, nervously.

Jinwoo remains unrepentant. Cupping myungjun's cheek, he repeats a bit bolder. “I want to kiss you”

Myungjun shakes his head, his hands reaching for jinwoo's hand. “I-you-we can't..” he stutters, trying to peel the younger's hand off his face.

“Says who?” jinwoo says, his hands fixated on myungjun's chin. “You don't look disgusted with the idea..and I think you are just scared. Hyung.. it doesn't have to be more. Its just a kiss, hm?”

myungjun knows, that he didn't have the time for this but part of him was overly curious. He knew it wasn't love but he was attracted to jinwoo in a certain way....still, he couldn't help but think about taehyung.

“No this is-”

“wrong?” jinwoo completes, as myungjun gawks at him. “newsflash hyung, taehyung and I aren't dating anymore. So it really isn't.”

“Stop it jinwoo, I know you know what i am talking about”

Jinwoo signs. “Okay..how about this? I'll count to five, if you pull away, I end it there.”

“That is not a good I-”

Jinwoo cuts him off with a kiss, startling the older. Myungjun's heart beating loudly against his chest. He stayed frozen as jinwoo moved his lips against his. It was sweet, simple, not aggressive.

1..

His could feel jinwoo's right hand slip to his waist.

2..

His left hand massages his neck, as myungjun lets out a soft groan.

3...

His hands find his way to jinwoo's chest.

4...

Images of taehyung filling his mind.

5...

He didn't care.

Myungjun wraps his arms around Jinwoo's neck, returning Jinwoo's kiss. He wasn't sure he was doing it right but he enjoyed the feeling of his lips dancing with Jinwoo's.

Jinwoo grunts into the kiss, the minute, a boner begins to grow in his pants. Myungjun is tempted to laugh but doesn't, his free hand reaching for Jinwoo's trouser.

Jinwoo pulls away immediately, snatching myungjun's hands. “Don't” he sneers.

“w-why?” a startled myungjun asks.

“Because if you start, I wouldn't be able to hold up back” he says, breathing heavily. Myungjun bites down on his lips, weighing his options.

Was he really going to have sex with Park Jinwoo, Kim Taehyung's ex boyfriend?

Today, right now, myungjun wasn't going to think about it.

“there should be good hotels around here..” he mutters and that was enough for Jinwoo to lift the younger off his feet.

Mission completely forgotten.

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