The hours seemed to pass slowly as Jungkook hadn't been able to stop thinking about Taehyung. Dolly's words echoed through him as an excruciating drumbeat.
You have to tell him your secret.
Jungkook knew he had to tell Taehyung. There was no questioning it. Despite Jungkook knowing this, he couldn't figure out how to break it to him. He didn't want to scare him. He didn't want Taehyung to think of him as a freak.
Jungkook was what you would consider *clean*. He had gone to therapy. He replaced some of his obsessive behavior with working out instead. It worked. He built up his life. But still, it wasn't an easy thing to share.
Laying on his bed, he stretched his arm out to the phone on the night side table when the familiar notification went off.
Your package is ready to be picked up.
Code: 6289326
He smiled as he saw the text message. In contrast to his usual orders from Pleasure Wonderland, this order was different.
Now his only problem was that he had to find out a way to tell Taehyung.
Only a few meters next to him, divided by the thin wall, Taehyung had his own problems to deal with.
He paced back and forth running every alternative in his mind. His bare feet were slapping against the wooden floor as his pace picked up.
"Is it too early to call? Did he find the toy? Does he know? What if he knows? What if he knows that I know? No. He can't. Can I ask him out tonight? No that's too early, get a grip of yourself. Focus. Let this go and think about something else. Jimin is coming tonight. That's great. I can focus on that. He can help me."
Taehyung rambled on as he paced through his bedroom.
It started to feel like a workout so he headed to the kitchen to have some water. The cold liquid flowed down in a silky motion.
Mornings like these always went by fast. Trying to distract himself, everything got crossed off his to-do list. Namjoon had even been shocked when Taehyung was 30 minutes early for work as he often was on the later side.
Stepping into the store he was hit by the warm air as a dense cloud. Within a second his fluffy hair started to curl because of the mix in temperature.
"My God, are you early? Why? Is your clock not working?"
"You know that it's usually a question people would ask if someone is late, not early."
"True, but you are never early so this is more appropriate."
"Well, if you have to know-"
"No, no I didn't mean like that. If It's private then you don't need to tell me."
Namjoon was ever the gentleman but he didn't really pick up on hints and this was one of those times. Taehyung actually wanted to share his previous night with his boss.
"It was horrible. I messed up completely." With all of his extra layers of clothing, Taehyung had to carefully maneuver his way behind the counter. Slumping down on the chair feeling like all his energy was drained.
"What's going on?" Namjoon didn't bother to turn around and continued to pack some orders.
A loud dramatic sigh could be heard again. After not getting the desired reaction, Taehyung hastily stood up marching into the backroom like a teenager who had been denied to go out for the night. Or a full-grown man who had hidden the anal beads of the man he is crushing on in the worst way ever. It really was the same kind of reaction.
Taking off all the layers of clothes Taehyung finally felt like he was able to actually move around. He sat down on the now upgraded chair in the back room going through all the orders. The air was dense in the poorly ventilated room. Taehyung looked around the small storage room, his gaze noticing how fancy it was. Cluttered but fancy. Come to think about it, the entire store was very expensive looking. Then why the hell couldn't they afford to put a window back here so oxygen could enter?
Taehyung rolled his eyes as he noticed he got distracted from work. His nimble fingers worked the computer mouse, big brown eyes scanning through every order that needed to be packed. Taehyung quickly realized that the new gawk 3000 toy is probably the toy they have sold the most off.
Interrupting Taehyung's groove of filling out the orders, Namjoon came running into the room.
"I need to go!! You need to lock up tonight! I'll pay you double."
"What why?" Taehyung rose to his feet as his pupils widened. He felt how his boss was filled with fear. "What's going on?"
"Jin. Hospital. Talk to you later."
Namjoon quickly grabbed his coat and ran out of the room.
Taehyung followed Namjoon to the main door, worried about what happened to Jin. The bell rang as the door shut. Namjoon's shadow disappeared outside the window, music played from the speakers but it all felt so quiet.
The big clock on the wall behind the counter showed that it was approaching closing time. On the glass surface of the counter, a mug was placed with coffee. The heated smoke danced in the air. Piercing chills covered the nape of Taehyung as he wondered if he didn't happen to be in a real-life horror movie. Because that's how it starts.
"I'm not going back to the storage room. I know you're there!" Taehyung shouted to the back room. Convincing himself that if there was a killer in the store it had to be in there.
Taehyung dug through his pockets of the dark blue jeans, immediately typing Jimin's number and calling him.
"Hey!"
"Hi. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way to your place. I just got into the cab."
"Oh okay.. well it's changed plans."
"What? Am I not welcome anymore?"
"No, I mean yes. Well no. Go to 1-1 Yeonsu-ro 11beon-gil instead."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not home."
"But it's 5 pm. You said you would leave around 4.45 pm?"
"Yep well not anymore. I'm in a horror movie and I can't leave the store because I think if I do, it will be Namjoon who turns out to be the killer."
"What are you talking about Tae? Are you okay? Is someone threatening you?"
"No! Just come here." Taehyung sighed as he thought Jimin was being an idiot. He was making sense? How could anyone not understand what he meant?
While waiting for Jimin to arrive, Taehyung started cleaning the shelf. It wasn't really needed, but the creeping feeling inside of him told him that it would be best to do anything instead of just creating worse scenarios of his fear than he already had.
Placing the pink dildo back at the shelf, the shaft shaked from the movement. Taehyung put it back to its place, the pink large head of the toy glistened under the light. The very familiar ping echoed in the lonely store and Taehyung turned around quickly, relieved that Jimin finally had come.
Turning around he felt how his legs went weak. His knees trembling, body tensing in chock. Airways tightened. Sweat forming.
"Taehyung?"
"Jungkook?"
Jungkook's deep brown orbs peeked through the black bucket hat. His eyes glistened more than the pink sparkling dildo.
"I- um what are you- I mean you are- why are you here?" The weak tone of Taehyung's voice was a big change from his usually deep sultry voice. His body moved stiffly as he approached the counter.
"I- I- ehm…." Jungkook looked around the store, trying to think of something not sex related that they would sell in the shop. He didn't find anything.
"Ehm.. I'm here for Dolly. Yes. It's for her. I'm not- nothing is for me- I'm not- I'm only picking up a package for her."
"Ah." Taehyung didn't even question why Jungkook would pick up a package for his best friend. He quickly understood that it probably was a lie. I mean, he had seen Jungkook's orders earlier. He might have memorized what products he bought. Maybe he even bought one of them just to try to feel what Jungkook feels. But that's just speculation.
Taehyung's arm laid on the counter, awkwardly resting his body against it.
"Um, what are you doing here?" Jungkook was now swaying side to side. Slowly getting closer to Taehyung as his eyes got even bigger.
"I um-"
Fuck. What should I say.
"Uhm I'm here for Jimin. He likes me to pick up his sex toys and lube and all of that. He gets a kick out of it."
"Ah." Jungkook's response was just automatic until he registered what Taehyung actually said.
"Wait, did you say, kick out of it?"
"Ye- yes. Jimin likes the idea of people knowing what he uses. He is kind of a pervert."
"Ah okay." Jungkook simply nodded. In any other situation he would question it but he needed to pick his battles because this battlefield was filled with surprises.
"So have you seen Namjoon?"
It was easy to see how nervous Jungkook was. His eyes intensively searched and looked for any signs of Namjoon in the store.
Seeing Jungkook's nervous state, Taehyung couldn't help but mess with him a little. Taehyung stood up more comfortably and gazed Jungkook deep into his eyes.
"How do you know who Namjoon is?
"Oh I-"
The corner of Taehyung's lips got higher as he enjoyed watching the flustered man in front of him. Jungkook's eyes dried up as he just stared at Taehyung.
"Um he is my. I know him because. Um he's my friend."
"Oh okay"
Jungkook noticed how Taehyung giggled and he couldn't tell if Taehyung could see if he was lying or not.
"So. A package."
"Yes. Right." Jungkook looked around.
"But seriously, where Is he?"
"Oh,- um he's on the toilet. He ate some suspicious fish yesterday so he said I could get the package myself."
"Ah… well then."
Jungkook went behind the counter looking at all the boxes trying to find his name. The way he knew where everything was, was something that made it very obvious that he knew his place around. Taehyung debated if he should say anything but he figured Jungkook was having a hard time as it was already.
Leaning down to grab one of the boxes Jungkook's ass was in perfect view for Taehyung on the other side. The black material of the tight cargo pants stretched beautifully over his behind. Taehyung felt how he started to lean over the counter to get a better view of the firm glutes.
Stuck in a trance, Taehyung didn't move when Jungkook abruptly stood up. Their faces being just inches away from each other. Realizing he got caught, Taehyung tried to play it off.
"Oh that's nice. I just wanted to stretch my back. This counter has the perfect arch."
"Do you often bend over counters?" Taehyung swore he could see the way Jungkook was smirking behind his face mask. His eyes glanced to the floor next to him wondering if Jungkook had picked up some courage while searching for his box down there.
"Um. I do sometimes. But - it's not always in public."
"Ah. Noted." Jungkook winked as he walked around the counter. The big brown box stuck under his arm, his veins on his hands protruding as he held onto it tightly.
"I guess we'll see eachother soon."
"Of course."
"And I'm sorry for yesterday. With Dolly."
"No it's okay. Really."
Seeing the honesty in Taehyung's eyes, all Jungkook could do was to gently smile.
"Bye I guess."
"Bye Jungkook."
Turning around, Taehyung let his forehead collide with the cold glass board of the counter, mentally regretting everything he has said.
The familiar Ding of the door rang and Taehyung couldn't help to turn around. Tiredly asking;
"What now?"