My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Amidst the drunk and horny people rubbing their bodies against each other like dogs in heat, they were awkwardly matching footsteps.

Taehyun cleared his throat and looked at the older. Beomgyu had realized the situation, as he was also avoiding his eyes. The music wasn't that loud for them to be dancing like that, and being the only sober ones, both of them felt like they were out of the picture.

From here he could see there were only a handful of people shaking their booties on the dance floor, whereas most of them were actually chilling on the corner couches. Even the main couple was talking to a common friend at the bar. And he saw Hueningkai playing with a lego set along with his three old friends.

Taehyun sighed. What had he gotten himself into!?

"It's cute how you've become shorter." Beomgyu suddenly commented, probably to distract them.

The younger whipped his head up, his silver bangs bouncing at the motion. He frowned when this little action only highlighted Beomgyu's words more.

"Huh, talk about yourself! What have you done to your hair?" Taehyun chastised before gasping when Beomgyu spun him, his back now touching the older's chest.

"It has enhanced my beauty, don't you think so too?" Beomgyu whispered, the metallic lip ring rubbing against the curve of his ear, as his giggle sent shivers down the younger's spine.

Taehyun bit his lower lip. It was getting stuffy for him to breath. On top of that, the older was right but he didn't want to admit it. So he turned back and scoffed. "You look like a monkey."

It seemed like Beomgyu also had an idea of what he was thinking, that's why he still laughed as if he weren't being blandly insulted.

They stayed silent for some seconds, only swaying their hips to the rhythm. They'd gotten the hunch of it, so it was now easier for them to ignore the wildness and dance on their own.

"Had you worked a little harder in school, you wouldn't have to live as a gigolo now." This time Taehyun was the one to break the silence, making space between them while holding hands.

Beomgyu, in a swift motion, pulled the younger closer, their rigged breaths ghosting over each other's mouth, lips only an inch apart.

"I don't mind the way I live. I get to appreciate art everyday."

"What do you mean?"

"Being able to pleasure someone is also an art." Taehyun noticed Beomgyu's voice had become huskier than before; way sexier than what it already was. His stomach did somersaults as the older continued, "Even now, I'm doing so."

Flustered, Taehyun rolled his eyes to avoid eye-contact. He was grateful the lighting wasn't good enough for the older to catch his blushing cheeks. And the way Beomgyu dipped him to the floor, one of his hands firmly gripping his waist, Taehyun was sure he'd die if his heart skipped another beat.

It was as if no one else existed at that moment.

"Stop looking at me like that, or else I might kiss you."

Taehyun's eyes widened, enough to amuse Beomgyu. He chuckled while helping the younger stand back on his feet. It took a few seconds for Taehyun to stop gasping and recollect himself. Beomgyu was about to leave but right then Taehyun clutched his arm, the bicep under the fabric astounded him but he didn't let it faze him.

Instead, he dared to test the waters. "And you think I fear that?"

Beomgyu tilted his head, confused because of the way Taehyun was squinting and pouting. He took quick steps towards the older and before Beomgyu could even realize, he pressed their lips for a short second and then pulled away.

"There, I kissed you."

A proud smile adorned on Taehyun's lips as he folded his arms with a smug expression. It was nice seeing Beomgyu flushed after a long time. Although he had to bent his neck upwards, he was satisfied with the result.

But Beomgyu was quick to compose himself, challenging the younger with an equal smug smirk.

"Well, gaping at my lips like a fish does flutter my heart a little."

Beomgyu stepped closer into the younger's private space, now their chests against each other's, raising the tension. "If I'm not wrong....are you inexperienced?"

Okay, that was offending; being called a fish and then inexperienced? Wow, no one ever dared to! (not like Beomgyu was wrong but let's stay in Taehyun's team again, I beg^^)

Taehyun's arms slowly fell off, as the other's pride only grew, seeing him fully taken aback. Beomgyu had always been like this; poking on his weak spot whenever he was trying to open up.

But he himself wasn't a loser.

"You're talking as if you've got years of practice."

"I do work as an escort though."

"Doesn't prove you're a good kisser."

Beomgyu pinched his eyebrows together, hand in hips, tongue poking his inner cheek. Taehyun knew he was growing annoyed.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" The older whispered, the background music now distant.

Oh, this was so much fun. Taehyun couldn't tell how much he missed this.

"What if I am?"

He knew it'd be the last straw for Beomgyu because the older surely had an idea of what Taehyun thought deep inside his mind. That's why he wasn't surprised at all when Beomgyu lunged forward to smash their lips together, instead he glided his hands up against the older's chest to the back of his neck.

Beomgyu wrapped his arms around the shorter's waist, trying to flatten and destroy his mouth. The way Taehyun moaned into his mouth told him that he wasn't expecting the pace to be so fast, hence feeding his ego. He felt soft tugs on the ends of his long hair, so tilting his head, he pushed his tongue past Taehyun's clenched teeth to the moist space within. Beomgyu could feel the younger exhaling through his nose against him, now gripping his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping.

They didn't care what people who saw them might think about, although hardly anyone was dancing decently. Devouring each other, they could only hear the noises of their own filthy sucking and licking.

Taehyun tilted his head to give the older better access. Curiously, Beomgyu peeked through his blonde bangs and saw the younger's eyes shut while he was immersed in the satisfying feeling of their tongues overlapping with each other.

So Beomgyu moved his hands from his waist to the front of his chest and pushed him away lightly. The sudden interruption separated them mid-kiss. Taehyun chased the older's luscious lips as they were still connected by a thin string of saliva, only to be stopped by a finger.

Taehyun regained his sanity after blinking a few times, his dazed gaze returning to its normal state. Blood rushed up to the top of his ears when he realized how intensely they were going at it, and how much he wanted more.

Beomgyu cleared his throat, looking away. He widened the gap between them and was about to escape but he was stopped by a hand on his wrist, the touch feeling delicate.

"Umm.... Beomgyu—"

"We wasted so much time instead of planning your move on Soobin." The older cut him off, looking over his shoulders. "I think it's time you tell him before it's too late."

And then he dispersed through the crowd. Taehyun could make his figure walk to the bar and gulp down a few shots in one go but he wasn't that sure; blame his sudden blurry mind and an aching heart.

Suddenly he felt something inside his mouth, when he put a finger there, it was the older's lip ring that came out.

Beomgyu was right. He was here to snatch Soobin back, and he couldn't risk thinking of anyone else now.