ceo tae loves spideykoo
Taehyung wonders how wine can be so arrogantly expensive but still taste like the musty underside of a rusty coin.
The wine Jeongguk sneaks to Taehyung’s apartment every Wednesday midnight, bought just from the alcohol store around the corner, tastes a whole lot better than the one he's sipping right now. More like sweet, fuzzy warmth, like Jungkook pouring him a glass then pressing a quick kiss to his lips that nearly topples them over. And there's the flavourful tang, like Jeongguk nipping at his teeth when the night gets clumsier, touchier. Panting breaths and giggles muffled by each other's lips.
Now that Taehyung thinks about it, maybe the cheap wine's better simply because he has it with Jeongguk.
And Jeongguk never fails to cover him in sticky wine-stained kisses until they’re both on the verge of falling asleep on the couch, with some ratty B-grade horror movie playing on the TV. Those are the nights that Taehyung looks forward to.
Nothing but soggy fries, cheap wine, warm nights, a /very/ kissy, touchy, clingy boyfriend, and shitty movies. Pure bliss.
But tonight is, unfortunately, not one of those nights.
No. Instead, Taehyung is trapped in a gold-plated corner with heavy velvet draped curtains hanging down on either side of him and a diamond chandelier hanging above his head. Somehow, he feels like they’ll close in if he doesn’t sip at the abhorrent wine in his hands and pretend to like it.
All because he’d been invited to some social event. How unfortunate.
Granted, Taehyung is not being very social right now. Maybe he nods once or twice to the group that's formed around him, makes some off-handed comment, just to keep up appearances.
Really, his mind has drifted off to somewhere else. More specifically, someone else.
A certain boyfriend that likes to sneak into whatever room Taehyung is in at 3am, whether it be his office or bedroom, just to curl up in his arms. Jeongguk would always be a bit cold, nose tipped red and icy whenever Taehyung kissed it, because the winds outside were freezing.
“...And, oh, the mahogany decorations! I /must/ show them to you...” The croaky voice of some middle-aged businesswoman that’s been trying to get anyone’s attention drones on and on.
But Taehyung tunes out even more when his phone buzzes in his pocket.
Like a goddamn carousel at a circus, Taehyung's mind comes back around to Jeongguk. Because Jeongguk likes to talk a lot, too, but only to people he's comfortable with.
Place him in a room with Taehyung's friends and he's as quiet as a shy bunny, hands wrapped around Taehyung's arm like he'd die if Taehyung left him alone.
Leave Jeongguk in a room with his friends — say, Iron Man, for example — and he'd talk for a whole hour about the extreme details of the pasta he'd had for dinner three weeks ago. Taehyung loves it when he's like that, voice pouring out and fired up and he just wants to swallow it all up in kisses.
Taehyung's phone buzzes in his pocket again. Discreetly, he takes it out, but no one seems to pay him any attention.
[text messages:
JK: babe
I miss you
When does your thing end
My prof just reminded us about our essay and i really need some emotional support right now
Thats you.
Youre my emotional support.
TAE: darling
JK:
oHH BABY
HEHLOO
OH M GOD]
“...Isn’t that right, Taehyung?”
Taehyung’s eyes snap back up at the sound of his name. They land on Croaky Lady, whose eyes are practically bugging out as she stares intently at Taehyung.
He takes a sip of his wine to bide time. What were they talking about? Mahogany? Fuck.
Taehyung nods slowly. “Absolutely.”
Croaky Lady stares at him for one beat. Then, another. Everyone else is also staring at him. Taehyung sips more wine and tries not to wince at the chills trickling down his back.
Well, this is awkward.
Just a little. Just enough that he really wants to throw himself out of the building and disappear to a new continent to start a new life (preferably with a certain Jeon Jeongguk in the scene). Nothing too dramatic.
Finally, Croaky Lady smacks a wide grin on her face. “See! The prestigious CEO agrees. So, these chartreuse shipments…”
Taehyung lets out a slow sigh of relief.
Then, he diverts his attention back to where it’s endlessly more important: his clingy Spidey.
[text messages:
JK:
I MMISED YOUU
HAVENNT SEEN YOU ALL DAY
Barely saw u yesterday too
Cant wait to cuddle you
Im literally practicing cuddling you right now
Your pillows are soft
Not as soft as your heart though eyyyyy
Babyyyy
Wait
Just went in your wardrobe and
Is this my hoodie?
I was wondering where this went
Ooooh look a rolex watch
TWO rolex watches? Be my sugar daddy
Wait
Wait babe what the fuck
You have a DRAWER full of rolex watches??? ???
Babe
Oh my fucking god
Contact name has been changed to sugar daddy
TAE: gguk
Im at an important event
Behave
JK: yes daddy
Sugar
Daddy sugar
TAE: i cant believe you
JK: i miss you]
Taehyung takes a large sip of his wine, if only to cover the upwards quirk of his lips and the blush on his cheeks. Trust Jeongguk to turn every night into something sweet, even if he’s not there.
The CEO gnaws on his lip to stop his grin from being too wide or mushy.
[TAE: i miss you too, darling
Just a few more hours
JK: HOURS???
TAE: mhm
JK: what about…. Minutes
TAE: well, it’ll seem longer if you think about it in minutes.
JK: no, i mean what if you get out of that social event in a few minutes instead of hours.
TAE: what
JK: sneak out]
Taehyung chokes on his wine.
“Taehyung, are you oka—”
Taehyung waves the question away, sucking in a deep, ragged breath. “Yeah. Just gonna… Bathroom.”
Croaky Lady gives him a sympathetic look. “Go on, dear. You seem feverish.”
Taehyung assumes she’s talking about the pink warmth on his face and the stupid turn of his lips. Really, he’s just blushing and trying to stop the blooming smile on his face, but he must look quite constipated right now.
“Thank you.”
With that, Taehyung makes his hasty escape. He dumps his wine glass at the bar counter and strolls towards the toilets with long, purposeful strides.
People glance at him, like they want to engage him in conversation. But no one ever wants to stop someone else who looks like they’re on a mission. Especially if they’re heading towards the bathrooms. If people decide to think he's got an overactive bowel, then that's their problem.
At least Taehyung can talk to Jeongguk in peace.
And he can also stop pretending to enjoy the shitty wine.
Taehyung unlocks his phone as soon as he gets in and calls Jeongguk.
“Darli—”
“Tae, babe.” Jeongguk’s voice sounds muffled, like something's rushing by. Is that the wind? “Hey.”
“...What are you doing?”
From Jeongguk’s end, a car honks and Jeongguk hisses out a swear. “No— shit! — I mean, nothing.”
“Gguk.”
“Okay, okay.” There’s a thump, the distinct sound of boots hitting something hard, and Jeongguk lets out a long breath. “So, you know how I said I missed you and all of that?”
“Hm. Can't remember. Did you?”
“Babe.”
Taehyung laughs lightly. “I’m joking, darling. I miss you too. I remember.”
“Good. D’you also remember how I said you can leave in a few minutes?”
“Is this you giving me permission to leave at a social event you were never invited to?”
Jeongguk pauses. “Hell yeah.”
“The way your mind works amazes me.”
“Well, you’re welcome.” Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath and the sound of rushing wind breaks his voice up again. “Because I’m right above the balcony of your fancy dinner place.”
And Taehyung’s heart promptly drops to his ass. “You’re what?”
“Yeah, babe. Just got here and, fuck, it's cold tonight.” Jeongguk sounds a little breathless, but there’s a certain curl to his words that tells Taehyung he’s absolutely ecstatic. Grinning, cheeks flushed. Taehyung can imagine it so vividly. “I’m here. Where’re you? Can’t find you.”
“Jeongguk, holy fuck. Did you swing all the way here?” Taehyung strides out of the bathrooms and doors bang shut behind him. More people turn to stare, but Taehyung is too busy looking for the balcony. He lowers his voice to a murmur. “What if someone sees you? Some random college boy with Spiderman’s powers. They’ll know who you are—”
“Relax, Tae. I’m wearing my suit.”
“Oh my fucking god.”
Taehyung ends the call.
And, there, the balcony. Taehyung walks as fast as he can through the throng of people strewn across the dining room. He’s sure someone calls his name. They sound awfully like Croaky Lady, but he couldn't care less.
Someone else steps in his path. Some balding, stout man with a greasy grin and two wine glasses in hand. Before he can offer one, Taehyung swerves out of his path. He thinks it’s a better choice than smacking the stupid wineglass out of the man’s hands.
When Taehyung throws the balcony doors open, he’s greeted with a frigid brush of air. So sudden, forceful, that the handles fly out of his grip and crash against the wall on either side of him.
He sucks in a harsh breath.
Shit.
That might’ve gotten a few people’s attention.
Still, he steps out to a view of the busy main road and distant skyscrapers. There’s a few clouds hovering tonight, the moon waxy and faded. And it’s all pretty and gorgeous and oh-so-magnificent, but it’s missing one important detail.
His Jeongguk. Spidey. Darling.
Then, there’s a warm hand cupping his face, tilting it up ever so gently.
Taehyung’s wide eyes land upon Spiderman’s mask, hovering upside down before him. They’re so close that Taehyung feels his nose brush against the fabric. So close that Taehyung can hear Jeongguk’s awed murmur as he swipes his thumb softly across Taehyung’s cheekbone.
The words are blown away by the wind, but Taehyung knows Jeongguk enough to know that they run along the lines of "so fucking beautiful. Fuck, babe."
Jeongguk takes the hand away from Taehyung's face and brings it to his mask, tugging it down. And Taehyung has to fight down the urge to whine from the loss of warmth, of his boyfriend’s touch.
But there’s a smile on Jeongguk’s pretty pink petal lips. The mole under his bottom one, and Taehyung wants to kiss it over and over again.
But there are people watching. Nearly everyone now, actually, because of Spiderman’s unexpected appearance.
The respected hero the city has only seen from afar, up in the sky, hanging upside down from one balcony. All intimately close to a certain CEO. Because everything Jeongguk is doing right now — the gentle touches, the delicate movements, the raw attention devoted to Taehyung — it's nothing but pure intimacy.
The kind that makes Taehyung's head feel light, heart stuttering.
But even if people stare, it seems that Jeongguk doesn’t care, though.
Not when he cups Taehyung’s face again, hand trailing up to brush Taehyung’s hair back from his forehead, and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “Missed you,” Jeongguk whispers.
“Missed you too, darling.” Dazed. Taehyung is dazed. Spellbound. “What are you—”
“Can I kiss you?”
Taehyung should say no. There are people watching, and Taehyung is at a very respectable event. News of this will spread out like wildfire, and journalists will come flocking at his building. There are so many repercussions, so many things to consider before he even considers kissing Jeongguk now.
But when Jeongguk’s hand comes back down, and his thumb presses against Taehyung’s bottom lip before gently running along it, every thought flies out of Taehyung’s head.
He can only nod.
That’s all Jeongguk needs before he’s leaning in and slotting their lips together.
There’s a few gasps in the background, one particularly croaky. A shattering noise — possibly someone dropping their wine glass. Good fucking riddance. Utter silence, other than that.
But all Taehyung can focus on is Jeongguk and his lips. Jeongguk tilting his head and diving in deeper. Jeongguk and the smile in his kisses, the hand caressing Taehyung’s face. Jeongguk and the small pecks he presses against Taehyung’s lips, the “I missed you”s and “babe, babe. So sweet”s whispered in a hushed breath.
It's a little awkward, but they make it work. And, goddammit, with the way Jeongguk dives deep with the kisses, Taehyung is left utterly breathless. Breathless but the burn in his lungs feel delicious when Jeongguk sighs against his lips — a soft, heat-curling thing that Taehyung captures in his mouth with another languid kiss.
When they break off, Taehyung feels a little loopy. And he’s sure his hair is a mess now. Jeongguk has a habit of running his hands through it, leaving it in tangled, knotty chaos.
Taehyung only has one more dazed moment to stare before Jeongguk pulls himself up and out of Taehyung’s view.
Before Taehyung can blink, though, Jeongguk has dropped down to his feet on the balcony. His mask is tugged back down, but Taehyung can hear Jeongguk clearly when he wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist and murmurs, “ready to go?”
"We really just gave them a show, didn't we?" Taehyung rests his forehead on Jeongguk’s, eyes fluttering closed. He doesn't feel like looking at all the scandalised, shocked eyes. “Take me home, darling.”
“Mhm.” Jeongguk comes in closer, pressing their chests together. “Hold on tight, babe.”
Taehyung loops his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders and tucks his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck. Oh, Jeongguk smells like vanilla and something smoky. He must've been playing around with Taehyung's colognes again. It makes something warm seep into Taehyung’s chest despite the frigid night air. “Got it.”
Taehyung doesn’t even look back when Jeongguk takes them away, into the night.
Fuck that pitiful, ass-kissing social event and its equally pitiful wine.
There’s nowhere else he’d rather spend his night than in Jeongguk’s arms, passing some lukewarm dollar-store alcohol between each other as they get buzzed with every passing hour.
Warm, fuzzy, sweet.
Perfect.
—-
“Babe.” Jeongguk has five Rolex watches on each arm, looking like some rip-off time-obsessed Iron Man. “What did you think about that kiss?”
“Which one?” Taehyung leans down and pressed three kisses to Jeongguk’s hair. Jeongguk sighs contentedly, face smushed into his chest. Taehyung smiles, soft and fond, as he looks at his boyfriend. “That one? Or the ones five minutes ago? Or…?”
“Upside down.” Jeongguk peers up at him. His lips are stained red, and Taehyung wants to kiss them again. “The upside down one.”
“I thought it was pretty hot.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Taehyung snorts. “Why?”
“‘Cuz it made me feel dizzy. You’re a very passionate, breathtaking kisser, babe.” Jeongguk pokes his side, making Taehyung squirm. He grins at Taehyung’s unimpressed look. “Made me so very breathless. I think I saw stars. But that could’ve just been all the blood rushed to my head.”
“Darling, I swear to—”
“We should try it again. I’ll hang off the ceiling next time. Really give everyone a show.”
“Gguk, no. It's only been a few hours and there's already a million articles about that kiss. I think that's enough shows for the public for now—”
“Fuck it.” Jeongguk sits up suddenly, eyes blazing. “I’ll hang off the chandelier.”
“Jeongguk.”
But Taehyung is smiling, wide and silly and so unbelievably endeared. Heart beating slow in his chest, because everything about Jeongguk feels like the warm rush of sweet honey in his veins.
Everything, especially the kisses he presses against Taehyung’s skin, his lips, his breathless words, for the rest of the night.
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hope you liked this ! this was a part 2 of my first ceo tae meets spideykoo~
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