MidReal Story
Passion's Unexpected Revelation
Scenario: Taehyung and the stranger he met at the club arrived to Taehyung's house on the private car. Taehyung was eager as he smoked his cigarette he thought of the many things he'll do to the guy (Jeon jungkook) a guy who's name he didn't even know.
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Kim Seokjin
Seokjin or Jin, Taehyung's older brother who disapproves of his lifestyle choices, has a strained relationship with Taehyung due to their father's death and family dynamics, appearance not detailed, authoritative and concerned for Taehyung's wellbeing.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook, the mysterious stranger from the club who shares a passionate night with Taehyung, relationship with Taehyung is initially sexual but evolves into something more, appearance not detailed, emotionally reserved but shows vulnerability.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung, a passionate and impulsive individual, has a complex relationship with his family and a penchant for onenight stands, physically attractive with a strong presence, impulsive and emotionally guarded.
I was drunk.
I was horny.
And I was impulsive.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
So, I did what any sane person would do in my situation.
I brought him home with me.
His name was Jungkook, and he was a complete stranger to me.
We had met at the club earlier that night, and after a few drinks and some heavy flirting, I knew that I had to have him.
He was so fucking hot, and his body moved in all the right ways on the dance floor.
I could practically feel the sexual tension between us as we grinded against each other to the beat of the music, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before one of us made a move.
And when he finally leaned in to whisper in my ear that he wanted to take me home with him, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I glanced around the crowded club, the pulsating music and throbbing bass making the space feel claustrophobic.
Groups of people danced and laughed around me, their faces twisted in expressions of pure euphoria as they lost themselves to the rhythm of the music.
I could see Jimin in the corner with his latest conquest, his hands all over the man as he leaned in for a sloppy kiss.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at his antics, more than used to seeing him hook up with random strangers at clubs all over town.
But I didn’t have time to watch him for long.
My own prey was near, and I needed to get to him before anyone else did.
I had been keeping a surreptitious eye on the man all night, my gaze drawn to him for reasons I couldn’t quite explain.
His name was Jeon Jungkook, and he was easily the hottest guy in the club.
I had seen him here before, always surrounded by a group of friends as they laughed and joked together at a table near the bar.
But for some reason, he wasn’t sitting with them tonight.
Instead, he stood at the bar with a drink in hand, his eyes focused on something that was happening on the other side of the room.
His face was bathed in dim light, but even from a distance, I could see how handsome he was.
His features were sharp and angular, his jawline so defined that it looked like it had been chiseled out of stone.
His lips were full and plump, perfect for kissing or wrapping around my cock as he took me deep into his mouth.
And his eyes were beautiful too: dark and mysterious under heavy lids that made them look half-closed as he stared off into the distance, lost in thought.
He was absolutely stunning, and I knew that I had to have him.
It had been a while since I had been with someone I was actually attracted to.
Most of the time, I just hooked up with random strangers because I needed to get off and didn’t have the time or energy for anything more.
But there was something different about Jungkook.
Something about the way he looked at me made me feel things that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn his head in my direction and our eyes met.
He smiled at me then, a quick flash of his teeth as his mouth turned up at the corners before he turned away again.
My heart raced in my chest as I watched him walk away, the sudden surge of desire pooling low in my belly as I thought about what it would be like to have him under me, writhing and moaning as I took him apart piece by piece.
He was so fucking beautiful, and there was no way that I was leaving this club without him.
I finished my drink and pushed away from the bar, weaving my way through the crowd as I made my way over to where he sat with his friends.
He had the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen, and that smile of his had made me feel things that I couldn’t explain.
But now that he was standing in front of me, all of those feelings seemed to fade away.
I didn’t know him.
I didn’t even know his name.
And yet here we were: two strangers in a crowded club who had never even spoken to each other.
I knew that I should walk away.
I knew that it was a bad idea to invite him back to my place when I was so drunk and out of my mind.
But my feet had a mind of their own as they carried me toward him anyway.
I couldn’t stop myself from getting closer to him, and soon enough, I stood in front of him with my heart pounding in my chest.
The music blared around us, but it sounded muffled and distant in my ears as I tried to catch my breath and remember how to speak again.
He turned his head at the sound of my voice and our eyes met.
He had been watching me approach him from across the room, and there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he smiled at me and said my name.
“Taehyung,” he said again, tacking a “ssi” onto the end for good measure before bowing his head slightly in greeting.
I swallowed hard as I returned the bow.
“Jungkook-ssi,” I said.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.”
He laughed then, the sound like music in my ears as he motioned for me to sit down next to him.
I obliged and slid into the empty seat at his side, our bodies just barely touching as we sat side by side.
I could feel the heat coming off of him in waves as he leaned closer to me, his breath hot against my ear as he spoke.
“I didn’t know you knew who I was,” he said.
He raised an eyebrow at me then and quirked his mouth up at the corner in a knowing smile.
I could feel my cheeks flushing red as he spoke.
“Of course I do,” I said.
“How could I not?”
He laughed again then, the sound so beautiful that it made my heart ache as he stood up from his chair and grabbed his drink from the table in front of him.
“Would you like another?”
he asked as he motioned toward my empty glass on the bar.
“I can get it for you.”
I nodded my head eagerly as I stood up from my own seat and followed him over to the bar.
Jungkook sat down at one of the empty stools and motioned for me to sit next to him.
I did as he asked and ordered another beer for myself while he sipped on his whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine as we talked.
“Do you like dancing?”
he asked me after a while.
I nodded my head, my gaze flickering toward the dance floor as we spoke.
“Would you like to dance with me?”
Again, I nodded, and before either of us knew what was happening, Jungkook stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me off of my seat as he led me toward the dance floor.
The music was loud and pulsating around us, but all I could hear was the sound of Jungkook’s voice as he whispered in my ear and told me how good it felt to have me in his arms.
His body pressed against mine as we moved to the beat of the music, and it was like a jolt of electricity shot through me as we danced together.
I could feel the heat between us growing stronger with each passing moment, and when Jungkook turned around and ground his ass into my crotch, all thoughts of self-control went out the window.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me as we moved together, and soon enough, our dancing turned from playful to serious.
He turned around to face me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as we moved together.
The teasing and laughter were long gone, and in their place was a raw, primal energy that had both of us moving against each other with purpose.
I could feel Jungkook’s hands moving over the skin of my waist, and when his fingers dipped into the waistband of my pants, I thought I might lose my mind.
I let out a small gasp and leaned my head back as he moved closer to me, the heat of his breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine that I couldn’t stop.
“Jungkook,” I breathed, my voice just barely louder than a whisper as I turned to face him.
He looked at me then, our eyes locking together in a silent agreement that we both wanted more than just a dance from each other, and before either of us could stop ourselves, we were moving toward each other once again.
The music pounded around us as Jungkook’s body pressed against mine, and for a moment, it was like we were the only two people in the room.
His hands moved over my body as we danced, leaving a trail of heat in their wake that made my skin burn with longing for more.
The music seemed to pulse around us, creating an invisible force between our bodies that made it impossible for us to be apart from each other, even for just a moment.
Our movements were slow and deliberate as we moved against each other, and when Jungkook leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, it was like a fire sparked between us that could never be extinguished.
His lips were soft and pliant beneath mine, and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt like I might lose my mind completely as we kissed each other deeply and passionately in the middle of the crowded dance floor.
I could feel the air around us crackling with unspoken promises as we ground against each other to the beat of the music, the evidence of our desire for each other straining against the fabric of our clothes.
My hands moved over Jungkook’s body then, gripping his ass and pulling him closer to me until there was no room left between us.
His hips moved in time with mine as we continued to dance together, the friction between us growing stronger with each passing moment until it was all I could do to keep myself from dragging him off of the dance floor and into one of the empty rooms at the back of the club.
I let out a small groan as Jungkook broke the kiss and pulled away from me then, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me.
“I want you,” he said.
My heart skipped a beat at his words, but before I could respond, Jungkook leaned down and whispered in my ear again.
For a moment there was nothing but silence between us as Jungkook’s words washed over me and filled me with a need that was stronger than anything I had ever felt before.
I took a step back from Jungkook then so that I could look at him properly, and for a moment there was nothing but silence between us as we stared at each other in the dimly lit club.
He was even more attractive up close than he had been when we first met at the bar, his features sharp and defined beneath the low light of the club as he watched me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
My mind was racing with all of the reasons why this was a bad idea – why hooking up with a stranger was something that could only ever lead to disaster – but when Jungkook touched my arm then and slowly moved his hand up to my neck, all of those thoughts vanished from my mind in an instant.
I wanted him too – needed him in a way that was almost impossible to explain.
My body was on fire as I watched him move toward me, the look in his eyes daring me to stop him as his hands moved over my body.
The music pounded around us as Jungkook’s fingers trailed over my skin, leaving a burning trail of longing in their wake that made it impossible for me to think of anything else as we danced together in the dimly lit club.
There was something about Jungkook’s confidence that was almost intoxicating to me – the way he didn’t hesitate to touch me, to move his hands over my body as if they had every right to be there.
It was like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert as I waited for him to make his move – for his hands to touch me in places I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him to touch me.
I let out a small gasp as Jungkook’s hand moved over the skin of my waist then and slipped into the waistband of my pants.
My skin burned with longing as his fingers moved over my skin, moving lower and lower until I was certain that we were both going to combust from the heat created by our desire for each other.
“Jungkook,” I breathed, pulling away from him so that I could look into his eyes again.
There was a fire in my chest that couldn’t be extinguished as I watched him look at me then, a small smirk playing on his lips as he saw the effect that he had on me.
The heat between us was palpable as we stared at each other then – an invisible force connecting us that made it impossible for us to think of anything else except for how much we wanted each other.
For a moment there was nothing but silence between us as we stared at each other in the dimly lit club.
My heart skipped a beat at his words as I looked at him then – once again struck by how much I wanted him in that moment.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be with him – to have his hands touching every inch of my body in ways that would leave me breathless and wanting more.
And so when Jungkook leaned down and whispered in my ear again, all I could do was nod and let him lead me out of the club.
I didn’t know what it was about him – the way his body moved against mine on the dance floor, his hands on me like they had every right to be there.
But something about the way that Jeon Jungkook touched me made me feel like I was losing myself in the moment – like I was exactly where I was meant to be, with the person I was meant to be with.
We didn’t say anything as we walked away from the club then, our hands still tightly clasped together as we navigated the cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways.
The sounds of the club and the loud music faded into the distance around us, leaving nothing behind except for the sound of our footsteps and the beating of our hearts.
I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t care, all I knew was that I wanted Jungkook’s touch on me again – that I would do whatever he wanted, if only he would touch me again.
We were almost back at my apartment building when he stopped then, his hand tightening around mine as he took a step closer to me so that our bodies were almost touching.
His fingers trailed over my jaw then, moving gently over my skin as he looked at me with a hunger that almost hurt.
“Let me show you,” he whispered, his voice rough and urgent.
His touch was like electricity against my skin, making every hair on my body stand on end.
I swallowed hard as he looked at me then, his dark eyes searching my face for something that I couldn’t quite place.
All I knew was that I wanted him – more than I’d ever wanted anyone before in my entire life.
His touch was like a drug to me, making me feel almost drunk with desire as he looked at me then, waiting for my answer.
And so without saying anything, I stepped forward and took his hand in mine, pulling him away from the street and toward my building – and the privacy of my apartment.
I didn’t know what he had planned or what he had in mind, but all I could think of was how much I wanted him to touch me again – how much I needed him to want me as much as I wanted him.
I fumbled with my keys as we made our way up to my apartment then, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness as I thought about what was coming next.
When we finally made it inside, I closed the door behind us and turned around to face Jungkook, my heart racing with anticipation as we looked at each other in silence.
He didn’t say anything as he moved toward me then, closing the distance between us so that our bodies were almost touching as we stared at each other in silence.
I swallowed hard as I looked at him then, waiting for him to make his move – to show me what he’d been talking about since we met on the dance floor hours before.
I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and placing my hands on his hips then, pulling him closer until our bodies were touching again in a way that made my skin burn with longing for him.
