WAS JUST AN IDEA MAN
DONT HATE THE PLAYER HATE THE GAME
wanna have sex w me for money
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In between his numerous classes and restless lab hours, Taehyung managed to squeeze in time for his other interests that resided outside of the academic spectrum, including painting, filling his phone up with an obnoxious amount of selfies, snapchat, and—last but certainly not least—running a porn blog.
This story however began with a question. Well, rather, two questions.
Taehyung slurped his ramyeon as he clicked through his dashboard, reblogging and queueing things he deemed pretty enough to garnish his blog and entertain his twenty thousand followers. No big deal. He quickly replied to mutuals and answered a few asks that had been piling up in his inbox.
A lot of the ones that stacked up were ones that ended up feeding his ego, causing his heart and dick to bloom with pride. After all, Taehyung invested a good amount of time into his blog. He always made sure to take dozens of selfies to find The Perfect One with The Perfect Angle and Lighting. He saved up for a camera good enough to capture the fucking moon if he ever went to space and used it so his dick would look extra nice. He used a pretty theme for his blog and ensured that the aesthetic was good enough to eat.
He loved, loved, loved hearing from his followers though, most of them turning into close friends who would support him through and through. There were always new ones that popped up to say hi and admire his content, to which he greatly appreciated. His finger scrolled down the page again to pick out different questions to answer until he stopped at one.
Do you sell videos??? I'd buy tf out of that dude
It would be a lie to say that the thought hadn't crossed his mind before. He had seen many of his friends who ran similar blogs sell their sex tapes, but Taehyung hadn't found a person he knew who could both give a good dicking and sell sex. Sighing, he moved on to the next question.
omg are you and moanguk friends? you guys are both my faves
First of all, sluthole—wow same. The question treaded on dangerous waters for Taehyung, especially considering he considered moanguk somewhat of his rival in the porn blog community. The guy was kind of secluded, relatively new too, but he was already on his way to one of the most popular blogs on Tumblr. The rate at which he gained followers was mind-blowing—a feat that took Taehyung a year, the man could achieve in a third the time.
( basically he felt a little petty about it but it wasn’t fair )
Taehyung fired up a new tab to open said blog. His description stated Jeongguk ★ 19 ★ He/Him. Taehyung had been even more surprised to find the kid to be two years younger than him, yet had the body of a gym buff (his shoulders were to die for). He had also been following the man for a while, keeping up with his admittedly good quality posts for the sake of his dick’s satisfaction and also to fuel his burning jealousy.
Jeongguk or better known as just moanguk was yet another porn blog on the humongous site that was Tumblr. Based on his pictures, Taehyung could definitely confirm that the man was 10/10 fucking material with his Greek god abs and that he was hung like a goddamn horse. Taehyung could see the appeal, could understand how the man could garner such a huge following in that short amount of time.
While the kid had a cool wordplay in his username, Taehyung was stuck with his mistake—kimchidick (so sue him he was drunk, thought it would be a great idea to post his dick pics, and it blew up and now he can’t change a single damn thing).
But Jeongguk seemed nice based on his interactions, always playing along smoothly to the thirsty anonymous asks and was pleasant in all his interactions.
He was good. He was nice.
But most of all, he had exactly what Taehyung was looking for.
He worried his bottom lip, contemplating. This could go two ways—Jeongguk would be ecstatic and jump on the offer because “money holy shit yes” or the kid could laugh at his face and defame his reputation. Decisions, decisions. He tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully before going fuck it and opening up the chat bubble on his screen.
idk if u kno me
I know you
The answer came so fast that it took Taehyung aback. It was as if the man had been waiting for Taehyung to message him. Before he could stew this further, another message popped up.
I mean, you’re pretty famous
Hard not to
No pun intended
Pfft, Taehyung snorted. He was cute.
oh that’s cool damn
i’m super flattered :)
You’re welcome c:
Oh my god, he even used the small c smiley, how fucking adorable is he? Taehyung had to pause to breathe and bury his face in his hands because how was this the same kid that posted confident body selfies and jacked off at his camera with his massive dick.
ok so this maaaaay be kinda weird
or rly weird idk but
Taehyung went in straight for the kill and he regretted it almost instantly when the reply he anticipated did not immediately arrive. As usual, Taehyung kicked away his anxiety through distraction, managing to finish two months’ worth of laundry (forgive him, it’s been midterms season) within that span of time and even start on his history essay (fuck this paper, fuck fuck it).
When he finally checked on his blog, it’s back to where we started.
Really, Jeongguk? That’s the best you can do? Taehyung grunted in exasperation before furiously typing in a response.
WAS JUST AN IDEA MAN
DONT HATE THE PLAYER HATE THE GAME
wanna have sex w me for money
ok here’s the deal
we’re both super hot and rly popular
and since we both go to university
same one at that
i thought maybe we could help each other out yknow
tuition and all
i’m in crippling debt dude
Wait, how do you know we’re in the same uni?
Taehyung might as well fling himself into the sun.
srrynotsrry but saw that yonsei bag behind u one time
figured ur a student here too
ur dorm has a similar layout to my freshman year one
Okay, so Taehyung could see how bad this looked. His plan was already falling apart before it even started he might as well close up his blog and move to Antarctica.
sorry if this is like super creepy
pls dont block me im sorry
it was just an idea and u totally dont have to
I mean, idk if ur clean, maybe we can meet first before anything?
That was a surprise—a pleasant one—and he couldn’t help the wide smile that stretched across his lips.
im not catfishing i promise
my dick is 110% real
( k i l l h i m )
Ok man sure
Wanna get Gongcha?
The one by campus
im hella down for boba
Yeah that works for me
cool see u then ;)
Taehyung leaned back in his seat. First phase: check. Now all he had to do was convince Jeongguk that he was perfectly normal and perfectly fuckable.
It’ll be easy.
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There was never really a quiet time at Gongcha so Taehyung was possibly the luckiest man on earth to land into a table for two before the couple coming up could get to it. He opened up his phone again, checking if Jeongguk had said anything else but the kid hadn’t responded since his last message. It even had a winky face, Taehyung was almost offended.
However, just as he thought so, in came a message from the man himself.
Should we come up with a codeword if we see each other?
Kinda don’t wanna be like “hey I’m that porn dude”
i can just compliment u on ur ass cuz
it’s a rly good ass my man
I get that a lot already tho
Taehyung huffed a laugh. This kid was really cute.
wow bith so humble
Just stating fax
call you peaches?
cuz ur ass is like a peach
LOL ok then sure
Now, Taehyung already set his expectations high for this guy considering how often he tracked through his blog for new content on his incredible body and wonderfully taped videos. Taehyung had also seen his jawline and—wow he could cut an apple on that thing. Never in his life did he think that Jeongguk could raise the bar any higher, but boy was he wrong.
“You looking for a peach?”
The sweet lilt above him had him looking up. It felt as if the breath had been knocked out of his lungs, felt as if Adonis had fucked a mortal and gave birth to the perfection that was standing right in front of him.
He actually choked on a bubble, sputtering like a fish out of water and perhaps made the ugliest of expressions in his attempt to stay alive. However, Jeongguk seemed to pay it no mind and instead only laughed as he sat across from him. “So you’re kimchidick?”
Taehyung quickly regained his composure, swallowing and acting as if he hadn’t nearly died. “Please, call me Taehyung.”
“Jeongguk,” he smiled, blinding and brilliant.
And looking at him up close, he was even more breathtaking—his teeth were big and endearing, rivaling an adorable bunny, and when he pursed his lips, his dimples appeared so deep Taehyung could swim in them, his eyebrow were on fleek, and he had that cute little mole underneath his lip, and his nose—wow, Taehyung could practically reach out and just boop—
“What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Taehyung quickly retracted his hand and cleared his throat, “you had something on your face.”
The lie came out smoothly from his lips, smooth enough to have Jeongguk blushing as he snatched up a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Taehyung didn’t even think it was possible but he was even cuter embarrassed.
“So, Jeongguk-ah, what are you majoring in?”
Jeongguk sipped his drink before answering, “Physical education.” Of course he was. “What about you?”
“Nursing, in other words, I signed off a contract to my lack of freedom and electives.”
His surprise is evident on his face and Taehyung found it adorable that he was so expressive. “Oh wow, that must be intense. But you’re going to be certified to help people and shit.”
“Well, for now the extent of help I can offer is basic CPR and a band aid for your booboos.”
Jeongguk laughed, “Still though, you must be super smart.”
“Eh, I get by,” Taehyung shrugged, “and you… must work out a lot.” Jeongguk quirked an eyebrow at the statement. “I mean, you’re really buff and like fit.”
“Time to time yeah.” Jeongguk’s smirk is even sexier than his smile. Taehyung hadn’t decided which one he liked better—his shy side or this confident casanova.
“So sex,” Taehyung started, sending the other man crashing back into reality as his wide, worried doe eyes darted all around the room. He laughed, “I mean, it’s just this idea I had and I can’t get it out of my head because—imagine how much money we could bring in with this venture.”
Jeongguk pressed his lips together, “Why don’t you sell videos on your own? Wouldn’t that be easier for you? You’ve basically got your own cult.”
A cult. Taehyung chuckled, “It would be, but why not go big? Combining our following and us fucking, can you imagine how lit that would be? I’ve sold my private snapchat, but mass production for sex is more worthwhile.”
Aside from running a porn blog with free content, Taehyung also offered his private snapchat to people who were interested in chipping in a little extra to help him out. For just twenty dollars, he offered a lifetime subscription with unlimited access to seeing his dick live! Taehyung also gave his viewers bits and pieces of his life by showing off his cute OOTD’s and became the best Audience Pleaser you could imagine, on top of the occasional jacking off and dick teasing. With an average of a thousand views per snap, he was on good ground with his bank account.
“Is this legal?” Jeongguk tilted his head warily.
Taehyung paused to think about it. “Yeah, pretty sure it is as long as we both agree to it. And again, I really am not trying to pressure you into anything. It’s just an idea that hit me when I was scrolling through your blog so I thought, hey, why not?”
“Why were you scrolling through my blog?”
He gave him a look. “Look, we’ve established that you have a really cute ass, must we prolong this discussion?” Jeongguk smirked. “Don’t look so smug, brat.”
Jeongguk laughed, a sound so sweet Taehyung could almost taste it. “Okay, okay, so how do we want to do this? We don’t even know if we’re compatible in bed.”
“I don’t have anymore classes today, we can head over to my place. My roommate’s out.”
“Like right now?” Blink, blink. Even the way he blinked was cute.
“It’s like four, dude.”
It was Taehyung’s turn to blink. “What’s wrong with having sex at four?”
Jeongguk looked dumbfounded. “I mean nothing but… isn’t this so sudden?”
Taehyung was as puzzled as he was. “I mean, might as well get to know each other right?”
“I guess,” he said, doubtful. Taehyung didn’t really see the problem with it but he supposed it would be somewhat strange to jump the gun.
“Strictly business, my friend, let’s go.”
A short walk from the shop brought them over to Taehyung’s place, a cozy little apartment just a little out of the way from campus. Fortunately for him, he lived in the second floor of a building with no elevator and thus could save enough energy to make dinner and feed his audience as well. Jeongguk marveled at the tiny space that somehow maximized everything Taehyung and his roommate, Jimin, owned—and they owned a lot of things.
Taehyung led him straight to the bedroom where the magic, in both sense of the word, happened. He watched Jeongguk saunter in like a lost baby deer as he observed his surroundings carefully. What he said next was what surprised his host the most. “I recognize a lot of the furniture.”
It must’ve been a Freudian slip considering how blotchy Jeongguk’s cheeks became. Taehyung’s lips curved upwards at the sight. “You do?” The question was innocent enough to allow Jeongguk room to keep going.
“Yeah, I watch your videos,” Jeongguk confessed and Taehyung grinned, which prompted a glare in return. “Don’t start.
Jeongguk rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, drawing Taehyung’s gaze to how pink his skin had gotten out of embarrassment. “Uh, all of them. I basically looked up to you before I started my blog."
“Damn,” Taehyung whistled, “I’m pretty flattered. I think my dick is twitching.”
“A little too angry,” the elder commented, “but we’ll fix that.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk groaned this time.
To that, Taehyung only smiled, egging the younger’s mortification even further. “Yeah, just like that, that will sell really well.”
With a resigned sigh, Jeongguk plopped down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed, hands running over the soft blanket. It was a worthwhile investment for sure. Before selling his snapchat, Taehyung had basically survived on a rock hard mattress with shitty, stained sheets. Now, he was savoring the feel of silk sheets and a goose down blanket. He has been sleeping like a baby since.
“Good enough for you?” Taehyung teased.
“I guess,” he mumbled, clearing his throat and looking everywhere but Taehyung.
Taehyung explained to him most of the setup he had, including where the lamps were positioned and where his camera was settled depending on what he was going to film. He tended to move around his room to change the atmosphere of his recordings—sometimes the mirror would come in handy, other times his bed would do just fine.
Jeongguk eyed Taehyung’s camera with glittering eyes, “This is a very nice camera.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “saved up for it.”
“You should use this for like actual photography and not just… porn.”
Advice noted. Taehyung smirked at the man, “Porn is artistic, Jeongguk. Amateur porn even more so. Fuck high budget porn stars with their fake moans and viagra. The authenticity and connection with your audience are what matters.”
Jeongguk looked mildly impressed by his answer and that was enough for him.
“So,” Taehyung started again, “how do you want to do this? Do you usually top?”
“I’m pretty flexible. I’ve bottomed a few times, but I usually do the fucking.”
Taehyung giggled as if to a joke that Jeongguk wasn’t privy to. “Nice, alright. I’ll note that. But damn, you topping will hurt like a bitch—” he smiled “—I’m going to enjoy that.”
“Jesus,” Jeongguk muttered under his breath, “are we going to try anything else?”
“We can always start off with vanilla to sell.”
Jeongguk nodded, agreeing with the idea. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. What has my life become? I’m sorry, Mom.”
“Your mom isn’t going to watch you have sex, honey,” Taehyung cooed, pinching his cheek, “but the rest of the world is.”
The younger wasn’t quite sure why but he blanched at the thought; it wasn’t as if his thousands of followers hadn’t seen him masturbate to what Taehyung would refer to as artistically gay porn. “So, um, are we going to film now?” Jeongguk breathed.
“Guk, no. We have to make sure we know what we both like otherwise we’ll look like two idiots attempting to have sex that we don’t enjoy,” Taehyung clicked his tongue purposefully.
And that was how it began—in the bright lighting of Taehyung’s room, Taehyung sliding over Jeongguk’s lap to straddle him and wrap his long arms around the boy’s thick neck, Jeongguk sitting on the bed as if he was frozen stiff, and Taehyung’s ratty, eighteen year-old doll staring right at the two.
“Shit, you’re so tense,” Taehyung laughed, big hands running down the wide planes of Jeongguk’s back where he could feel all of the boy’s muscles flexing underneath his fingertips. Taehyung had a thing for muscles, it made him feel smaller, like he was protected, and Jeongguk had loads of it.
“I can’t help it,” Jeongguk growled, stiffening up even more, “I’ve never really had sex with the intention to sell.”
Taehyung gently cupped the younger’s face, his soft eyes boring into the other’s. His gaze was almost hypnotizing, calming, and Jeongguk visibly relaxed before him. “Baby, calm down,” he even tapped Jeongguk’s nose (mission accomplished) “—I’ll help you through this okay, we can do this.”
“Okay, okay, whatever, yes,” Jeongguk muttered, “take the lead.”
It took him a beat too long to respond and, by then, Jeongguk had looked up at him warily, wondering why he had stopped. The younger’s discomfort was too obvious and Taehyung wasn’t about to push him any further if the boy was already this nervous. Instead, he slipped off the man’s heaven-sent thighs and held out his hand, “How about we continue another time? Let’s work out the details now, sex later.”
After Jeongguk had reluctantly agreed, the two moved instead to the living room where they sat on the carpeted floor with boxes of Chinese takeout in their hands and laptops flipped open on the coffee table.
“So, uh,” Jeongguk began with a mouthful of rice, “how much are we charging for this?”
Taehyung crinkled his nose, “Close your mouth when you’re eating, baby. But I’m not so sure myself, how much do people usually charge?”
“I don’t know, I’ve had people pay me crazy amounts for custom audios.”
Unlike Taehyung, Jeongguk raked in a little bit of cash through audios he sold—which were basically sex tapes without images. He made exclusive content that he could take advantage of, most of them sounding better than the free ones he posted on his blog.
“Damn, yeah, those are hot,” Taehyung nodded.
Jeongguk displayed his astonishment once again, this time with a small smile threatening to dance on his lips. “You get them?”
Taehyung had indulged in them a few times, tempted even to purchase some of his more premier ones. “Maybe, just once or twice—” he paused “—your voice is really hot okay so sue me.”
“No, no,” his eyes widened, “I’m flattered. Like, wow, I didn’t expect you of all people to be looking into my stuff.”
“Dude, please,” Taehyung said, “you have good shit. Good shit that is definitely worth good money.”
The way that Jeongguk bloomed with his compliment produced an irrational thump in Taehyung’s heart. The boy was cute, he would admit, but he was even cuter there with him. Taehyung almost wanted to boast that he knew this guy in real life to his online following, but a surprise would be more worth it.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Jeongguk continued, albeit a little shyly, “I have your snapchat.”
“Like y-yeah,” he stuttered, “I like seeing you there. You’re cute, both sexually and just… in general.” To avert attention away from him and his chagrin, Jeongguk shoveled more rice into his mouth, filling up his cheeks like a chipmunk would an acorn. He winced seconds afterwards at the memory of how horribly awkward he was being.
Though, Taehyung had no complaints. “Alright, thank you. I do feel better. Now, let’s get back to business.”
Jeongguk looked grateful at the distraction, “So are we charging per video then? Like I do my audios?”
“Yeah, we can do that. We can hit up our blogs with a small preview of what they can expect,” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, “and then go in for the kill.”
“That would work.” After a brief moment of silence, Jeongguk sighed, “This is a lot of work. I thought it was going to be easy: fuck and get paid.”
“We can’t let the system exploit us, young one. We have to make sure content doesn’t leak and, even if it does, we make it hard.”
The younger cocked an eyebrow, lips twitching.
“Oh my god, are you five?” Taehyung gasped, disbelief dripping in his voice, and Jeongguk laughed, apologizing. The elder waved it off, clear to him who was the mature one in this business deal. He clicked away and typed in numbers on the drafted post, then proceeding to pause. “Since we charge them per video, should we set a higher price if we get kinky?”
Jeongguk choked a little, brushing away a stray tear that escaped his eye, “Um, I don’t know, is it harder or something?”
“Depends what you like,” Taehyung shrugged, “that is if you do want to get extra frisky.” He added an eyebrow wiggle for good measure. “I do have a nice selection of toys we can use if you want.”
“Now we just need like an eye-catching graphic or something because, screw online editing apps, I want a clean, professional look for this explicit project.”
The younger chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully before saying, “I’m decent at Photoshop, I can make the banner if you want.”
“That’ll be fantastic,” Taehyung agreed, “I’ll work on drafting up the introduction and you can read it over and edit as you see fit.”
Thus the two work silently side by side: Taehyung chipping away at his keyboard to make this merchandise seem more appealing and whatnot, while Jeongguk’s talented hands created a masterpiece good enough to draw in the most basic and thirsty of Tumblr.
Taehyung chanced a glance at the screen next to his and let out a low whistle, “Wow, that’s aesthetic as fuck. I dig that.”
“Thanks,” the younger beamed, bunny teeth making a comeback, “what about filming? Are we going to record with your nice camera?”
“We can, but we can also add a bonus to the package with you filming us fucking on your phone—” The moan that left his lips was almost unintentional, but Taehyung couldn’t help the sound of pleasure when the thought of it was almost too enticing. He loved people who posted phone-recorded sex tapes, low quality videos that would never make it to the silver screen but would surely make it into his pants “—that’ll be so hot. It’ll be bona fide.”
Jeongguk’s face paled, white as a sheet of paper, “R-right.” Of course, Taehyung did not miss the way Jeongguk adjusted his seating, pulling one of his throw pillows over his lap. “It’ll be easier to hide our faces too.”
“Oh, oh,” Taehyung said animatedly, “what if we attach a GoPro to our heads?”
“Christ, hyung, I’m not going to wear a helmet while I fuck you.”
“But you need protection,” Taehyung pouted.
When the double meaning finally caught up to him, Jeongguk smacked the other with pinked cheeks, “Please leave.”
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The entire thing was almost too easy. With everything basically planned out, all they had to do was build up the hype, start hinting to his followers, and—well—fuck. Alas, reality always came back to slap Taehyung like it was a masochist’s wet dream. Midterm week rolled around fairly fast and Taehyung spent most of his time with a lack of boner, lack of fucking, and a shit ton of books to keep him company.
Taehyung might have been a college money-maker, but he was still aiming for that summa cum laude. Hence, the next couple of weeks were spent wallowing in a lot of Red Bull, self-pity, and profanities towards his professors. His and Jeongguk’s enterprise was dropped for a little while with a promise from Taehyung to pick up where they left off after they kill their exams.
When midterms finally ended, Taehyung flipping off the chemistry building after he walked out of his last one, he was immediately greeted by the fresh air of freedom. Every semester, Taehyung’s friend Hoseok held the biannual “Fuck Midterms We Out” party at his place. His house was decently sized, a gift from his parents for landing the lead his freshman year. No freshman has ever made it into the showcase, let alone as lead. So he was basically a legend.
Taehyung, of course, couldn’t not go. Good booze and good company? Sign him the fuck up.
It wasn’t until well into the party, on his third—fourth—drink that he ran into none other than Jeon Jeongguk. “Holy fuck,” he raised his glass, beer sloshing in the plastic cup, “if it isn’t the man, the legend Jeon Jeongguk! What’s up, dude? It’s been like weeks.”
Jeongguk laughed, letting Taehyung lean against his side to support his body weight. “Tae, damn, you look… drunk.”
“That’s because I am! And I feel fantastic!”
The younger only shook his head and led him to the kitchen, grabbing a clean cup to pour him a glass of water. “Good to know, it’s nice to meet you again, hyung.”
Taehyung pushed it away with a whine. “You science education majors, I swear to god, why are you all so hot?”
“You know someone else? I’m kind of offended I’m not that special anymore,” Jeongguk teased. Gone was shy Jeongguk replaced by this cute, smiling Saint Valentine. Alcohol really did wonders for people.
“What a cutie,” Taehyung cooed, aiming to pinch his cheek but instead catching his nose. The man, this godsent man, took it in a stride and laughed at the elder’s intoxicated state. “But yes, I do know someone. Park Jimin, my best friend, my soulmate, the Hinata to my Kageyama—he’s Hinata obviously.”
“As much as I admire the fact that you managed to make the perfect Haikyū reference, I’m more surprised that you know him.”
He waved it off, squinting as the world began to swirl in front of him. Lord, tequila really was an ass. “Yeah, met him like freshman year, sucked his dick once and messed around, but then realized we were better off as bros.”
“Jesus, you’ve fucked him?” Jeongguk looked absolutely aghast, but his incredulity flew right by Taehyung.
Instead, he asked with wide eyes, “Why? You did too? That’s basically an indirect threesome.” He cackled at his own joke and even in this condition, he still had the energy to drink in the wonderful sight of the younger being embarrassed.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined, “no, but he is sort of a TA in one of my classes. We talk from time to time.”
“Nice,” Taehyung hissed out the last part in a dragged slur, “you already get along with my friends, we’re going to be just fine.”
It was then that Hoseok decided would be a good time to hop into the conversation. Seokjin stood unsteadily next to him, a huge grin on his pretty lips. That man really had looks on another level altogether. Hoseok gave Jeongguk a pat on the back and a huge, blinding grin that could put the sun to shame, “Oh hey, Guk, I didn’t know you know Tae.”
Jeongguk and Taehyung shared a look, a mutual thought crossing their minds like a telepathic connection. Jeongguk blushed while Taehyung just laughed, “Yeah, we have similar interests.”
Seokjin laughed by his side, taking a sip of his beer, “I thought you knew him because he’s the freshman that backflipped into my pool after three shots without landing on his butt. That was hilarious!”
“Holy shit,” Jeongguk turned to Taehyung, big eyes expanding even more if that were possible, “that was you? You’re like a celebrity, hyung.”
“The one and only. Plus, that’s old news, Seokjinnie-hyung, Jeongguk and I have more things in common.” Taehyung quickly dismissed. After that stunt he pulled freshman year, rumors had spread about how the incident had happened—one more ridiculous than the next—so Taehyung got strange looks from time to time, but otherwise he was practically a myth.
It was Hoseok’s turn to raise an eyebrow, “Like what?”
“Like our di—”
Jeongguk had the reflexes of a cat and quickly jumped to cut him off, “H-hey, hyung, isn’t that Namjoon trying to work the stove?”
Hoseok cursed under his breath, looking up to his ceiling as if god himself were about to come down and save him from the misery and tragedy that was Kim Namjoon. “Heaven forbid, I told that idiot not to make ramyeon when he’s shit-faced but does he ever listen? Nooo.” He grumbled all the way there, Seokjin cackling close behind, before snatching Namjoon by the collar and dragging him away.
Finally, Jeongguk directed his wilting glare towards Taehyung who cowered slightly and had at least the shame to awkwardly laugh. “Must you do that to everyone.
“Sorry,” he grinned, apology dangling between sincerity and not, “my brain to mouth filter gets kind of wonky during this time of day. But fuck, I’m tired.” He moaned and pressed his forehead against Jeongguk’s shoulder, a very pretty and very hard shoulder. He opened his mouth and clamped down his teeth around it.
Jeongguk seemed completely unfazed by the fact that his friend just bit him. He should get used to Taehyung and his strange behavior, especially when inebriated. “You wanna head back? I can walk you.”
“Shit,” Taehyung groaned, releasing Jeongguk from the death grip of his mouth, “you’re hot and a gentleman? And cute? What the fuck, Jeon Jeongguk? How are you the perfect human being?”
He only chuckled, “I think the alcohol is messing with your head. Come on, did you bring anything here?”
“Just my cute little ass—” he touched his butt with a finger and hissed “—and a whole lot of party already drained out of me.”
“Okay,” Jeongguk snorted, “let’s go then.”
The two walked—well, Taehyung skipped—back home. Jeongguk watched in amusement from afar as Taehyung made remixes of basically every single Justin Bieber song once Jeongguk told him that he was a huge fan. His voice, deep and sultry, was admittedly hypnotizing and the younger was itching to grab his phone to record it. As they climbed up the steps to Taehyung’s place, Jeongguk pushed him up the stairs from behind. The elder fumbled for his keys in his pocket and shoved it into the lock. Walking in, he managed to trip over the doorway and get saved by two beautiful faeries that couldn’t possibly be real.
“Jiminie,” he grinned, slobbering a kiss onto his cheek, “you’re home.”
“Jeongguk? Taehyung?” Jimin turned to Jeongguk in question of the masterpiece that was his roommate, who was currently watering the fuck out of their houseplant.
While Jimin only shook his head, Jeongguk frowned, “What the fuck? Is he okay?”
“FANTASTIC, THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC.”
“Yeah, he’s fine,” Jimin sighed, “it’s only when he starts quoting Mamma Mia that we know he’s fucked. He’s still upset over it.”
Overhearing the conversation, Taehyung whispered, voice dripping with fear and agony, “Pierce Brosnan never should’ve—” he never finished the sentence, choking up.
Jeongguk blinked, unsure of what to feel, “Oh wow okay, noted.”
“How do you two know each other?” Jimin asked as the two of them lugged a struggling Taehyung onto the couch.
Jeongguk opened his mouth to answer but his intentions were thwarted when Taehyung pulled him down onto the couch and leapt onto his lap, clamping a hand over his mouth. “S-shhh, don’t tell Jiminie. I don’t want him seeing you.”
Jimin cocked an eyebrow curiously but Jeongguk chose to blush and shrug it off, “Uh, common interest is all. I should head back.”
“It’s pretty late,” the shorter of the three commented, “have you been drinking?”
“A little but I’ve basically sobered up.”
“You sure? You can crash on our couch.”
Jeongguk chuckled, “Nah, it’s coo—”
“Staaaaay,” Taehyung moaned, clinging tighter around Jeongguk. “It's dark out, it's dangerous. What if there are wolves? Or Pierce Brosnan terribly singing that ABBA rendition?”
Right, only Taehyung was still crying over that musical movie. “I mean, it's dark. Stay.”
“I don't want to intrude,” Jeongguk chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully from his spot underneath Taehyung. The elder nuzzled his nose into Jeongguk’s neck, breathing in his scent. There were remnants of his cologne but what remained was just the warmth of Jeongguk’s skin that made him feel like home.
Jimin clicked his tongue, “Please, we'd rather you stay here tonight. Taehyung’s right, it's pretty shady out here at night. If anything happened to you, he would never forgive himself.”
“Ah, okay then, I appreciate it, hyung.”
“No big, I'll put Taehyung in his room and set you up for the night. Get comfortable,” he smiled before yanking Taehyung, whining and kicking, off the younger and tossing him into his room.
✥ ✥ ✥
The next morning found Taehyung groaning his life and regrets away in his kitchen with a slice of buttered toast and Advil. After the pounding in his head subsided enough, he had dragged his feet to the kitchen, leaning against the wall from time to time for support.
It wasn't as if he blacked out but his memories were spotty and it seemed like there were a lot of missing bits that he couldn't piece together.
“Oh, hyung, you're awake.”
The voice was small enough to avoid another hammering in his head, but present enough to scare the living daylights out of him. Jolting, he looked up and was almost instantly revived by the sight of Jeongguk with his hair wet, bare chest damp with droplets rolling down the lines and gaps of his abs.
“G-Guk, what the fuck?” he choked, fork slipping from his hand.
“Sorry,” he sheepishly replied, hand lifting to rub the back of his neck. Taehyung saw his biceps flex and his mouth dried. “Uh, Jimin-hyung said I could borrow the shower and lent me a pair of shorts.” He gestured to his pants. God bless Jimin for doing basketball and giving Jeongguk that pair.
Taehyung swallowed his dry bread with great difficulty, “And the lack of—uh—shirt?”
Jeongguk shrugged, using the towel around his neck to slowly rub his stomach. It was as if he was washing the goddamn towel on his abs. “None of his shirts fit me.”
Heaven forgive him. Taehyung both cursed and blessed his roommate for being tiny. “Okay cool,” he nodded, unable to say anything else.
“Do you have plans today?” Jeongguk asked, leaning his arms across the kitchen counter with his elbows planted on the surface. Taehyung tried his best to not be distracted by the veins that ran along his forearm. He wanted to lick them.
“Just video games and probably a bit of beer before I do shit for my blog.”
“Oh speaking of the blog,” Jeongguk blushed, “can you maybe keep it a secret from Jimin-hyung? I know you guys are tight but I don't think I want my TA knowing I masturbate for thousands of people.”
He didn't even need to ask twice. While Jimin knew about Taehyung’s own blog, have been both blinded and graced when he caught Taehyung filming once, he didn't have a clue about his other online acquaintances. He might or might not have complained to Jimin about a hot newcomer who had been stealing the spotlight though. “Got it,” he nodded.
“Thanks,” Jeongguk smiled shyly, “also wanna play with me then? Do you have Mario Kart or something?”
“Bitch, I own Mario Kart, you're going down.” Taehyung hissed.
After Taehyung offered Jeongguk one of his more oversized tees, the two cooped up in the apartment the entire day, yelling and shoving at each other to foil the other's play. Jimin returned shortly after they started and about the time Taehyung sat on Jeongguk and the younger tried to wrestle the other into a headlock.
“Uh, are you guys hungry?” Jimin asked, hovering by the doorway.
Taehyung looked over his shoulder briefly, “Are you going out?”
“Yeah, got myself a date.” Jimin grinned, “remember that spicy senior, Yoongi?”
Oh Taehyung knew Yoongi alright—hell, Jeongguk probably did too. The last time Taehyung had “ran into” Yoongi was when he noticed the familiar creamy, pale thighs that were often bruised by whoever the man fucked. Those were a pair of legs that Taehyung could never forget in low quality, grainy videos on his dashboard. Nevertheless, he kept it under the wraps from his roommate who probably had no clue that his soon-to-be, basically-already boyfriend was practically a porn star who was in the same community as his roommate.
“Yep,” he only said in return, popping his p in feigned innocence.
“Yeah, I might not come home tonight so don’t wait up.”
It was then that Jeongguk also perked up from his spot underneath his friend. “Like Yoongi as in Min Yoongi? Tiny, scowl tattooed on his face, likes to eat ass, Min Yoongi?”
“Bitch, the fuck,” Jimin huffed, “he has a reputation for eating ass?” Jeongguk’s gaze darted over to meet Taehyung’s in search of help, but he only shook his head. Jimin’s cheeks puffed up in anger and, before Jeongguk could attempt to console him, he whined, “Why hasn’t he eaten mine?”
“Sure that’ll happen soon, Chim,” Taehyung reassured him with a blinding grin that could convince a nun to break her vows, “you’ve got grade A ass like A5 wagyu.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t resist his lips from curling into a grin, “Cute. But alright. I’m heading out, and hopefully, getting my ass eaten. I’ll see you both, don’t stay up too late!” With that, he was out the door.
Putting the game on pause, Taehyung jumped to his feet and headed for the kitchen, “You want soju, Guk?”
As Taehyung pulled out the two cold bottles, dew sticking wet on the green surface, he called out to Jeongguk, “How do you know Yoongi?”
“He works a lot with this other guy I know,” Jeongguk accepted one of the bottles when Taehyung returned with them in his hand. He gulped down a little bit, letting the sweetness sink into his buds and the coolness down his throat. Taehyung guessed that the other man probably didn’t know of Min Yoongi’s online alter-ego then so he would keep his lips sealed about it for now.
They pushed at each other, glued at the shoulders as they went head to head. They tipped back soju, went back for another bottle, started another round. Taehyung wasn’t sure how long they sat there on the floor. The sky had darkened outside their window, even the moon was hidden behind the night’s silver clouds. By the end of their last round, in which Taehyung’s words had become garbled and Jeongguk had lazily slapped Taehyung’s arm, the two were a teensy bit smashed. Oh, and Taehyung was located between Jeongguk’s legs.
“Hyung, fuck,” Jeongguk muttered, squeezing his thick arms around the elder’s smaller frame as he hooked his chin on the man’s shoulder to see the screen. Taehyung was still squirming around, ass pressing up against Jeongguk’s crotch.
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear, baby.”
In that moment of weakness in which Jeongguk faltered over his reply, console nearly slipping from his fingers, Taehyung zoomed past him and crossed through the finish line with a loud cheer.
“Hell yes! Suck it, Jeon!” he jumped to his feet and did a little wiggle with his ass in front of Jeongguk.
Growling, the younger, a bitter loser, slapped Taehyung’s butt (and he definitely wasn’t feeling up how perky it was).
“Don’t test me, Jeon,” Taehyung moaned with a weak glare which Jeongguk smirked at, “what are you smiling about?”
“You’re cute when you’re angry.”
“I’m not cute,” he snapped in return, letting his body drop and land directly on Jeongguk’s lap and balls. The younger grunted underneath the weight and smacked his butt again. “I can be scary. Like scary sexy.”
“Nah, you’re like cute kind of terrifying. Like a puppy growling.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Take it back.”
With that, he launched himself upon the younger boy, long legs straddling the man’s trunk of a body, big hands cupping his cheek as he dropped his face to smack a kiss onto Jeongguk’s lips. The younger looked visibly taken aback, stiffening from the top of his head to the tip of his toes and eyes wide, staring at Taehyung. He wasn’t sure what to do when, really, this was probably what he’s been waiting for this entire night.
He moved his lips in sync to the joint rhythm of his and Taehyung’s heartbeats. Taehyung was drunk, more so on the taste of fake grapes on Jeongguk’s lips from the soju. He was so, so sweet and he could taste and lick the younger all day. His tongue explored every inch of Jeongguk’s mouth, pressing up against the other’s and twisting. Jeongguk moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled south to cup the (Jesus Christ Almighty Heaven Bless) perkiest ass he has ever gotten his hands on.
“Fuck yeah, knead my ass, Gukkie,” Taehyung groaned, pushing his ass back against Jeongguk’s hand. “Mmph, your hands are so big.” His breathy moans fell into the younger’s lips who swallowed them delightedly. Jeongguk spread Taehyung’s ass apart and wished, god he really fucking wished, he could see his puckered asshole right there.
“Is this really a good idea?” Jeongguk said breathlessly, though his hands hasn’t stopped working his cute, firm ass. He just really loved Taehyung’s ass.
Taehyung leapt away from him and, for a second, Jeongguk let out a noise of displeasure with the loss of contact. Instead, the elder began to tug down the waistband of his pants and let them fall to the floor with a soft flop. Jeongguk’s eyes scanned Taehyung from the creamy, golden expanse of his long legs, to the short pair of briefs that hid nothing—he could see Taehyung’s bulge, wanted to put his mouth on it and suck and soak the fabric. He licked his dry lips.
“When is fucking not a good idea?” Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.
Jeongguk forced his gaze up to meet Taehyung’s, looking baffled, “Uh, when we’re drunk.”
“I was drunk an hour ago, now I’m just horny,” Taehyung mumbled, letting out a little whine as he crawled back to Jeongguk in nothing more than his briefs and a t-shirt that reached the top of his thighs. The sight of it was so pure and cute, Jeongguk couldn’t resist.
The elder ran his hands along Jeongguk’s broad shoulders, admiring the hard muscle underneath. He crawled onto his lap, sitting comfortably on one of Jeongguk’s thighs. “Shit,” the younger cursed when Taehyung began to hump against his thigh.
Holy fuck. Taehyung gasped at the sensations, at the feel of the younger’s muscles hardening against his cock. He felt every bit of the friction with electricity coursing through his veins. His every stroke generated a new pulse of pleasure within him, rooting into his core and blooming like a virus. Jeongguk’s thigh felt delicious rubbing up against his leaking cock, his underwear beginning to stain. His body felt as if it was on fire, the relaxation from the alcohol earlier had long dissipated and turned into a flame brewing in the pit of his belly.
What Taehyung enjoyed even more than Jeongguk’s thighs was the fact that Jeongguk wore his heart on his sleeve—or rather, his dick. The tent in his pants was prominent, sticking out like a sore thumb before Taehyung’s eyes with every shift of his cock against the man’s thick thigh. “Mm, you enjoying this, Gukkie? You like it when I ride your thigh like this?”
“Don’t test me,” he growled, eyes blazing with his turbulent lust and desperation. Jeongguk’s fingers curled into the carpet of Taehyung’s floor, twisting against the soft strands and wishing it was Taehyung’s hair he was digging into.
“God, you’re so hard underneath, but this baby looks even harder,” Taehyung teased, palming Jeongguk through the practically nonexistent fabric of his basketball shorts. Christ, he could feel everything. Taehyung traced the path of his cock with his hand, moaning about how thick and long he was. He could taste the sweetness of Jeongguk’s cock on his mouth. His imagination went haywire as he ground himself down against the younger even harder, whining and shifting faster to chase after his orgasm.
But Jeongguk’s hands caught his hips, halting his movements and eliciting a pained whimper out of him. “N-not like this, shit. Let’s go to your bedroom, I wanna fuck you properly.” His words were blurred together in the fog of his desire. Without waiting for a response from Taehyung, he easily picked the other man up and carried him to the bedroom at the end of the hall.
Taehyung’s mind was dizzy because Jeon Jeongguk carrying him as if he weighed absolutely nothing was a fucking turn on. He could feel the man’s biceps flex underneath the softness of his thighs where his arms were wrapped around. When Taehyung dropped onto the bed, ass landing on the soft comforter and his eyes staring right at the younger, he couldn’t help his cock from twitching in his underwear.
Jeongguk lazily tugged off the shirt he had borrowed, revealing the set of abs that never failed to make the elder’s tongue dry, his mind a cloudy haze. He crawled on top of Taehyung, mouth slowly covering his own again in a languid kiss that left his lips tingling like fairy dust. His hand cupped the back of Taehyung’s neck to pull him even deeper, catching every moan that escaped the older boy’s lips. Without separating from him, Jeongguk pulled Taehyung’s legs to wrap around his waist so their crotches were directly aligned.
Whimpers flooded the room as Taehyung threw his head back with the pleasure that consumed him like molten lava. Jeongguk’s touch was like fire that lit his body ablaze, his cock rubbing against the other’s through only two thin pieces of fabric that could barely hide anything.
Jeongguk was smooth, he’d give him that. Before he realized, the boy had tugged down his briefs, setting his leaking cock free. The cool air drew a hiss from Taehyung’s throat with the clash between the warmth that sourced from his very soul and the cold air of his room. However, Jeongguk didn’t let the contrast stick for long as he pushed himself down to his knees in between Taehyung’s long, creamy legs. He ran his rough, calloused hands along the smooth skin, kissing his way along the man’s inner thigh to mark him as his own.
The caveman in Jeongguk growled in possession, admiring the way the bruises bloomed like flowers on the other’s sun-kissed skin. When he finally reached Taehyung’s cock, twitching and curving, the tip with precome dribbling down the length, Jeongguk stuck out his tongue and dragged the muscle from the base to the tip, collecting the savory liquid and relishing in the taste. The warmth that engulfed his cock then was a welcome sensation on Taehyung’s side, Jeongguk’s lips wrapping around the length and sucking it in.
God, he strained to keep his eyes open so he could imprint the sight of Jeongguk’s hollowed cheeks taking him in to the back of his brain, but it was near impossible when he was giving him the best blowjob ever. Christ, he’s had guys who gave incredible blowjobs, had him coming in five seconds flat (exaggeration obviously because fuck if he couldn’t control himself a little more). But none of them even came close to Jeongguk who took his time to slurp and lap up Taehyung’s cock as if it were the only source of water in a barren land.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined against his cock when Taehyung picked up his hips in tempo with the bob of Jeongguk’s head as he took the elder into his mouth. The vibrations had him nearly spilling everything he had into the other’s mouth, but he gritted his teeth and held himself back. Jeongguk released his cock with a pop, the slick sound had Taehyung’s ass clenching. “W-want you to fuck my mouth.”
If there was anything hotter than Jeon Jeongguk sucking his cock, it would be Jeon Jeongguk begging him to pound into his mouth. Taehyung scrambled to his knees as the younger crawled on his hands and knees towards Taehyung, his breath warm against his member. With both his hands on Jeongguk’s face, he moved forward to slip his cock between the boy’s lips. He started out with a slow rhythm, enjoying every stroke of his length disappearing into Jeongguk’s mouth.
It was almost hypnotizing to watch how Jeongguk could take in his entire length, lips touching his balls as he swallowed him deep. The younger swallowed around the cock, a move that had him shuddering as he began to thrust faster into his mouth. Taehyung could feel everything in his stomach coil and twist, mingling with the pleasure that came with the sight of Jeongguk’s eyes watering and the little choking noises he made.
But he couldn’t be selfish—it was their first time doing anything remotely sexual and the last thing he wanted was to leave a bad aftertaste in Jeongguk’s mouth. No pun intended. So he stopped himself, used every ounce of restraint he could muster up inside of him, to stop. Jeongguk looked as irritated as he was.
“I w-want to come with you,” he breathed, pushing Jeongguk back so was sitting on his ass again. Taehyung shifted forward to yank the flimsy pair of shorts covered in stains of Taehyung’s precome mixing with Jeongguk’s that seeped through the fabric.
Taehyung moaned at the majestic sight. Jeongguk’s cock was long and curved, even better than the one he saw in his videos. He thought Jeongguk was thick in the films but those grainy images did his length and girth no justice. He practically salivated at the sight, swallowing back the thirst and pushed it away for another day.
( He made a mental note to himself that he was going to give Jeongguk the suck of his life one day )
Instead, the elder climbed onto his lap, legs once again around his waist. He really liked sitting on Jeongguk, it made him feel smaller and protected compared to the younger’s muscular frame. Christ, he really did have a thing for Jeongguk’s build.
With his large hands, he pressed the two lengths together—the heat lighting both their bodies up with energy. As he adjusted his grip, he pumped their cocks together, rubbing them up against each other. Jeongguk threw his head back, hands planted on his sheets to support himself. He was quivering and shaking and Taehyung had never seen a more beautiful sight. The younger’s abs clenched with every stroke of Taehyung’s hand.
“T-Tae, hnnng,” Jeongguk whined, “your cock—fuck—it feels so good.” Jeongguk kept making those noises. “Shit, Tae, fuck yes. Your cock is so hot, fuck, can’t believe I finally have it like in real life.”
Taehyung gasped out a laugh, his hold on their dicks faltering, “You don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off to your voice. You in real life? Ten out of ten would give the suck and fuck.”
Jeongguk dropped his head forward, his forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder as the other began to pick up the pace of his hand. He jerked their cocks together, thumb running against the slit and digging into them. He felt the wetness dripping out of both their lengths and mixing together to create a slickness that made it so much easier for him to move. Jeongguk was writhing underneath him, Taehyung could feel his thighs getting taut every time he gave a particularly tight squeeze.
With that in mind, he began to grind down his pert ass against Jeongguk’s leg again. Taehyung knew he had a pretty cute ass. It wasn’t as bubbly or as filled out as Jimin’s or Jeongguk’s, but it was still cute enough to hold. The shifting drove Jeongguk insane, had groans tumbling from his lips as he tightened his hold on the sheets.
Jeongguk wasn’t about to be the one to come first, but considering the challenging look in Taehyung’s eyes, as if daring him to try and beat him, he knew it would be difficult. It was so, so painful to hold himself back. His face was red, eyes slammed shut to rid himself of the pretty image of Taehyung on his legs, of Taehyung’s ass, of Taehyung’s leaking cock dripping against his, their come blending together and wetting the sheets—oh fuck.
Strings of white spurted from his cock the same time Taehyung did. Both their gasps and moans filled the empty room, following the wet sounds of their cocks still pressed up together. Taehyung’s hand drew out their orgasm for as long as possible, pumping all the seed out of their cocks until they were milked dry of both come and power.
Breathing heavily, Taehyung slumped back against the bed as Jeongguk sidled lazily up next to him. His arm was strewn across Taehyung’s soft stomach. They were humid and wet, sticky with come, but neither of them could be fucked to move at that moment.
“Shit,” Jeongguk breathed, burying his face in Taehyung’s pillow. It smelled like the older boy and he inhaled as much of the scent as he could to remember it. “That was good, that was really good. Holy shit, I can’t believe how good that was.”
Taehyung’s beautiful laugh bounced off the four walls and ricocheted straight into his heart. “Good to know, I aim to please.”
“Don’t fucking Fifty Shades my ass,” Jeongguk huffed, nudging closer to Taehyung who happily accepted the man in his arms.
Maybe they should’ve been concerned that this wasn’t normal hookup behavior, and especially not business partners, but they were comfortable and warm and satiated, and perhaps that was all that mattered at the moment.
“I’m so tired,” Taehyung moaned, “and I did jackshit today.”
“You jacked me off, that’s good enough.”
Taehyung groaned at the shitty pun and slapped the younger with what little stamina he had left, which wasn’t a lot. His touch was like a breeze against Jeongguk’s skin. “You’re terrible,” he mumbled.
“Get some sleep, Tae,” Jeongguk smiled, a slow, sleepy smile that had Taehyung’s heart unconsciously fluttering in his chest.
“Okay,” he yawned obediently, too tired to argue as he curled up into Jeongguk. “Goodnight, Gukkie.”
✥ ✥ ✥
Taehyung knew, remembered with perfect clarity, how he ended up encapsulated in the baking heat that was Jeongguk’s arms. How could he not when he could still feel the dry come sticking on his legs and his morning boner pressing up against Jeongguk’s bare thighs.
His heavenly, bare thighs.
Jeongguk was still fast asleep, unattractive snores slipping past his lips as he sprawled onto the bed when Taehyung flopped him over to escape the crushing warmth. The ache in his neck reminded him never again to sleep on Jeongguk’s arm, even if it was great to look at. He quietly slipped on a shirt and a pair of shorts, not bothering with underwear when he was in his own flat. Jimin was used to seeing his dick hanging around anyway.
He padded over to the kitchen, ready to get himself a nice, scorching cup of coffee to wake him up. However, he found Jimin already there, an array of food on the dining table behind him. Oh dear. “Jiminie, why are you stress cooking—”
“I’m fine!” he yelped, turning around to wiggle the spatula in his face, “I definitely did not see you holding Jeongguk’s dick while you were sleeping, and I definitely did not see his hand on your ass.” He paused, “No.”
Oh Jesus Christ, give him strength. He shook his head and walked straight for the coffee which was already brewing, bless Park Jimin’s soul. He poured himself a cup and let the bitterness wash away all the unpleasant aching and relieve his sore muscles. “This is why I tell you to knock when you come into my room.”
“I didn’t know the kid was planning to sleep over again!”
“We got too tipsy,” Taehyung grinned, unapologetic. Judging by the frown that marred Jimin’s pretty face, he clearly wasn’t approving of the two’s actions from the previous night. “It’s fine, we just messed around—no drunk fucking in this household.”
“You know him well? I’ve never seen you with him until… well, yesterday.”
Was Taehyung super tight with Jeongguk? No. Was he well-acquainted with his dick? Well, now he was. He was still getting himself familiar with the idea of fucking Jeongguk—the man whose physique and dick he had only previously seen on a widespread online platform. But there he was, sleeping on his bed, naked. It felt like a dream come true.
“Earth to Taehyung.”
He stopped himself from reminiscing how good Jeongguk’s cock had felt against his, feeling his cheeks flame. “Uh, yeah, sorta. He’s pretty chill. Cute kid and all,” he smiled, sipping his coffee.
“Yeah, he’s a nice kid. Smart too,” Jimin noted, “so are you guys a thing or?”
“We’re just fucking around, we’ll see how it goes,” Taehyung hummed. There was a softness around Jeongguk that drew him in, an innocence in the way he expressed everything he felt in the creases of his face and the brilliant brown of his eyes. Taehyung definitely wasn’t whipped. Definitely not.
Jeongguk appeared moments later, groggy and finally dressed. Jimin flushed to the tips of his ears as he planted his hand on the counter to bolster himself up in the fear of his knees giving out. “Morning,” Jeongguk mumbled sleepily, letting out a yawn as he stretched.
What surprised them both was how comfortably the youngest slipped behind Taehyung and hooked his chin on the other’s shoulder. His eyes were still closed as he struggled to keep them open but he reached around to steal Taehyung’s coffee cup and drink it himself.
Ever since he felt the warmth of Jeongguk’s front press up against his back, Taehyung hadn’t moved an inch. Jimin watched them with a mixture of amusement and surprise before he broke the silence, “Rough night?”
It was with the man’s words that Jeongguk went on full alert, body stiffening and eyes open as he pulled away from Taehyung. Taehyung was too aware of everything, of the younger’s lingering heat, of the strangely domestic atmosphere, but he made no comment towards it.
“Uh, yeah,” the boy pulled away from Taehyung, leaving a sort of emptiness around him that was unpleasant. “Sorry I crashed here again, I’ll wash your shorts too.”
Jimin’s eyes fell then to the pair that covered his thighs—it was more of a tight fit, it squeezed more than it draped. “Right, keep it.”
“Dude,” Jimin gave him a look, “for real.” There was the unsaid understanding throughout the room that Jimin definitely was not interested in having come-stained pants back, especially not when he didn’t know whose come it belonged to—not that it mattered because he knew it wasn’t his.
Jeongguk’s face morphed into a red so bright he could rival a ripe tomato. “I—um—I’ll get you a new p-pair, sorry. This weekend—uh—I’ll go get one.”
“Yeah, probably a better idea,” Jimin smirked, “anyway, I’m off to work. Please don’t stain anything else, I don’t need to be scrubbing the floor of heaven knows what.” With one last wave and a knowing look to his roommate, Jimin was out the door.
Taehyung felt like he could finally breathe. He let out a sigh of relief, slumping against the island as he slammed his eyes shut. The leftover intoxication was finally beginning to chip away at his brain and the exhaustion that weighed down on his shoulders was only extra burden to bear. Jeongguk eyed the feast on the table, a product of Jimin’s distress, “Uh, are we allowed to eat that or? Cause I’m kind of hungry.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung gestured welcomingly at the food, “Jiminie tends to stress cook whenever he’s upset so voilà.”
Jeongguk slid into one of the chairs and started picking at the pancakes and eggs at the same time, shoveling them into his mouth. He had little crumbs stuck on the corner of his lips and Taehyung kicked away the urge to kiss them off. “Damn nice, wish I had a roommate like that.”
“You should come by during finals, that’s sweets season. He whipped up a mean crème brûlée last semester,” Taehyung rubbed his belly thoughtfully.
“Why was he stressed?”
“He saw you holding my ass.”
“W-what?” he choked, the saccharine sweetness of the maple syrup making his eyes water.
Taehyung shook his head, sighing, “He always barges in so this will teach him not to.”
“Tae!” Jeongguk whined, “I go to class with that guy.”
He only laughed, “It’s fine, he’ll be chill about it in no time.”
“He saw my hand on your ass! He grades my papers!”
Taehyung settled across from Jeongguk and flicked his nose—the cutest nose, “Listen, don’t worry about it. Jimin knows to be professional and, anyway, he should be giving you bonus points for keeping my ass warm at night, especially considering how many times you yanked the blanket away from me.”
The younger scoffed, “Please, I’m not usually up this early but your room got too cold because you had kicked the blanket off the bed.”
“Serves you right.”
The two bickered all throughout breakfast before they decided that a little fresh air would do them some good. Considering how Jimin had emptied out the entirety of their refrigerator, it seemed like a good time for Taehyung to finally go grocery shopping for the first time in two months. Fortunately for Jeongguk, Taehyung was kind enough to once again lend his shower to the younger. The water pelting down his back and all over his skin was a pleasant cleansing of the grime he collected the day before.
Jeongguk had slipped on his shoes and was about to leave for his own place when Taehyung called out, “Wait for me! I’m head out too and I’ll walk you out.”
“Oh, where are you going?”
“Well, if you must know, boyfriend,” Taehyung smirked and Jeongguk blushed, quietly mumbling ‘was just curious,’ “I need to stock up so I’m heading to the supermarket just a little of a walk from here.”
He nodded without saying anything else. When Taehyung finally bounced over to him, the two set out. “Hey, mind if I come along?” Jeongguk blurted out when Taehyung was about to part ways with him. The elder blinked at him curiously. “Uh, I’m free today and I need food so was wondering if you mind if I tagged along. J-just for groceries, that is.”
How adorable. Taehyung’s lips twitched upwards as he looped his arm through Jeongguk’s. “Look at you getting all shy on me after you sucked me off,” he giggled, pinching Jeongguk’s cheek.
“Hyung,” he moaned, “why are you like this?”
“You like me like this,” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, “but sure. I mean, if you don’t have plans I could use some company.” Jeongguk’s eyes lit up brilliantly, his chocolate irises glittering underneath the sunlight. It was sort of endearing to see him so excited about hanging out with Taehyung.
After his proposal, he had been scared that Jeongguk would laugh him off or at least just keep it strictly professional. Taehyung had a habit of easing into people’s lives and maybe even intruding too much once or twice, so he was a little wary that Jeongguk would shake him off like a lot of people had done. Understandably, Taehyung thought. But the fact that Jeongguk was actually making the effort to get to know him and chill with him had his stomach flipping.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk ushered him over, “how do I know which one’s ripe already?” He had two apples in his hands, staring at them quizzically. The sight of a man was broad-shouldered and big as Jeongguk with a shopping basket on one arm and fruits in his hands was almost comical.
Taehyung resisted a laugh, “You’ve never picked out apples before?”
Jeongguk flushed again, the back of his neck turning visibly darker than it was before. “Never mind,” he grumbled.
“Come on,” the elder grinned, tugging him back, “I’m just kidding. Here, you have to make sure that it’s firm and the color’s not too green, otherwise it won’t be sweet.” Jeongguk’s lips formed an ‘o’ and, once again, Taehyung pushed away his desire to kiss the fuck out of this boy.
The two casually strolled around the store, picking out things they like, which included an ungodly amount of strawberries on Taehyung’s end and Jeongguk attempting to buy as many scented deodorants as he possibly could. Both of them might have been blissfully unaware of how soft and cheesy the entire scene was.
Picture this—Taehyung grinning and popping up in front of Jeongguk, basket hanging off his arm as he came up to him to feed him a grape. But Jeongguk’s face distorted when he realized Taehyung had purposefully given him a sour one. As revenge, he pulled the elder closer to bump their foreheads together, Jeongguk not feeling a thing while Taehyung moaned in pain. Jeongguk yapped on and on about how he deserved it, and Taehyung shut him up with a kiss.
The two blushed and stopped.
“So, uh, condoms,” Jeongguk started, clearing his throat, “I need to stock up on that too.”
“Right, yeah,” Taehyung nodded in agreement, legs still feeling a little like jelly as he followed Jeongguk down one of the aisles. It was surprising to see the wide variety they had, from the different brands, flavors, sizes, types. Christ, he was going to lose his boner before he even decided on one.
“Which kind do you like?” Jeongguk asked from where he was crouching on the floor.
“I dunno,” he shrugged, “never really bought my own. I keep stealing Jimin’s, he just thinks he gets a lot of action because he keeps running out.”
The younger laughed, the kind of choked, breathless giggles that warmed Taehyung’s itty bitty heart. “You’re a shit ass friend,” he shook his head, flipping through the different condom boxes.
“It’s not that often,” Taehyung snorted, “I pay him back with my tender, loving care.”
“What a bargain,” Jeongguk drawled sarcastically, “but, damn, what kind do you like though? Ribbed ones are fucking nice but the good ones are kind of pricey. Ultra thin ones—” he let out a whistle as he stared at the box “—these are pretty great too.” Taehyung leaned down next to him to read over the boxes too, trying to decide which variety he wanted.
“They have strawberry flavored ones?” Taehyung asked teasingly.
Jeongguk scanned the shelf, plucked out a box, and tossed it over his shoulder. “It’s pretty common, hides the latex which is pretty nice when you’re giving the suck.”
“You know a lot about this,” Taehyung said, eyes wide and sparkling with wonder.
“Christ, Tae, they’re condoms, I’ve done my research and experimentation.”
“Well, sorry,” he huffed, “I tend to stick to things within my budget.”
Jeongguk nibbled on his bottom teeth for a second before looking up at Taehyung, his cheeks dusted pink, “I mean, since we’re going to be using these up, we can split. I don’t mind spending extra if it makes you feel better.”
Holy shit, Taehyung was in love. “You’re the sweetest,” he giggled and the sound seemed to fuel Jeongguk’s embarrassment.
Next to them, there was a couple looking at the shelf as well, but they couldn’t miss the disparaging glances they were throwing at the two of them, not to mention the supposedly hushed, judgmental whispers. Jeongguk only ducked his head, focusing on the boxes in front of him. But Taehyung rolled his eyes, “What? Never seen two guys buy condoms before? Bet my boyfriend gives a better dicking than you do.” It wasn’t as if Taehyung hadn’t caught the girl ogling Jeongguk.
The guy looked positively stunned, standing up , “What the f—” Before he could finish the sentence, he was already getting dragged away by his mortified girlfriend.
“Oh my god, Tae,” Jeongguk buried his face in his hands. For a second, Taehyung was a little disappointed by his embarrassed reaction, but then realized that, judging by the shake of his shoulders, the man was laughing.
“Stop laughing,” he whined, nudging at Jeongguk with his foot, “it’s not funny.”
“You’re just so cute,” Jeongguk grinned, eyes wet with unshed tears, “thank you for that.”
A huff escaped his lips. “It’s not a big deal, people should just grow up. We’re in the 21st century for goodness’ sake.”
“For that stunt, I’ll buy you a bottle of lube.” Jeongguk smirked.
At that, Taehyung perked up, “Strawberry flavored?”
After the shopping trip, after Taehyung decided that he preferred Sweet-Ass Strawberry over Backdoor Banana (“who the fuck names this shit,” Jeongguk scoffed), the elder offered to drop off the things at Jeongguk’s apartment first. “A lot of our stuff got mixed together so we can sort it at your place.”
“My place is a mess, I hope you don’t mind,” Jeongguk said, punching in the elevator to go up, “I haven’t really cleaned in a while.”
“It always looks so tidy in your videos.”
“I tend to just sort of kick everything to the side.” He at least had the decency to look a bit ashamed at the confession, but Taehyung found that cute. He seemed to find a lot of things about Jeongguk cute.
“All good, my dude,” Taehyung clapped his back as he pushed in the key to his room. When the door finally swung open, he marveled at how spacious everything was. With his bed tucked into one corner and his desk and closet on the other side, he had plenty of room in the center. Taehyung recognized the mirror that Jeongguk often used to film and the bedsheets that appeared from time to time. “It feels like I’ve already been here.”
Jeongguk chuckled, “Well, you have watched my videos, this is where the magic happens.”
“Magic indeed,” he murmured, “kind of hot knowing that you record yourself jacking off here. Aren’t the walls super thin? I know it really messed me up freshman year whenever I tried to have someone over.”
“Yeah, a little awkward, I’ve gotten a few knocks to shut up when I’m recording,” Jeongguk blushed. Taehyung could already imagine the other getting hot and heavy, cock in hand with quick strokes as he chased after his orgasm, only to be interrupted by banging on the wall telling him to keep it down.
Taehyung laughed at that, “At least you have a single room though. I couldn’t afford it freshman year so navigating around my roommate’s schedule was a little tougher.” Freshman year was the time Taehyung had actually started up his blog and, although it had not been part of his agenda to make his blog a serious endeavor, fate just didn’t work out that way.
He winced, “The fees are high in dorms so I’m planning to move out next year.”
“Ooh,” the elder clapped, “you should move in to our apartment building! We have a lot of vacancies and our landlord is mad chill. It’ll make it easier too if we ever need to record more videos.”
Jeongguk startled, blinking at Taehyung with an emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint, before he broke out into a small grin again, a subdued burn in his cheeks. “Ah, yeah, that would be great actually.”
Upon realizing the implication of his words, Taehyung’s eyes widened as he leapt to his feet, “N-not just for that! I mean, we’re cool you know. We can chill and shit, like not just Netflix and chill but actually chill chill.”
“I don’t mind Netflix and chill,” Jeongguk muttered under his breath, “but uh yeah—”
The door slamming open frightened the two of them into quietness as they watched a mess of tangled limbs stumble through the door. It was the senior he recognized as Kim Namjoon, a music production major and certified genius. “J-Jeongguk, shit,” he cursed at his foot getting caught in the cable of Jeongguk’s lamp. “You got time today?”
Both of them had planned on hanging out and getting dinner later, so Jeongguk looked over at Taehyung who waved him off with an easy smile, “Don’t worry about it. We can get dinner another time.”
It was then Namjoon realized that another person was in fact in the room. “Oh fuck, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” It was as if things were processing very slowly in the senior’s mind at that moment, so it took him quite some time to realize that it was — “oh! Taehyung, what’s up, dude? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
They do a little bro handshake and Taehyung grins, “Been busy, in and out.”
“How do you know Jeongguk here?”
“Common interest” came easily out of both their mouths, an excuse now ingrained to their muscle memory.
“Right,” Namjoon said hesitantly, “sorry again for bothering you guys. I sort of need Jeongguk for my project.”
“No worries,” Taehyung chuckled, giving Jeongguk a reassuring pat on the back. The kid looked so regretful that guilt began to eat at him so he emphasized again, “It’s really no big, man. I’m around if you hit me up for dinner.”
Jeongguk chewed on his bottom lip but nodded, “Sorry again, I’ll treat next time.”
So cute. Taehyung tousled up his hair on the way out with his groceries, “Looking forward to it. See you soon, Guk, hyung.”
Just before he closed the door, he heard Namjoon say, “Didn’t mean to fuck up your date plans, Jeongguk” but he didn’t stick around long enough to check if Jeongguk had corrected him.
The trek back home was oddly long; he couldn't help but dread the miserable heat that pierced through his skin. By the time he returned to his house, he felt as if his entire epidermis layer was going to melt off his body.
“You're being dramatic,” Jimin shook his head from where he sat in front of the air conditioning. Taehyung tossed him a withering glare.
“Oh, Taehyung,” Yoongi suddenly appeared by the kitchen, “wasn't expecting you back so soon.”
“Why not?” he laughed, setting the groceries down in the kitchen.
It was Jimin who responded this time. “Because I told him about your little booooyfriend.”
Heaven almighty. Taehyung looked up to the skies, hoping for some miraculous strike of lightning to hit his best friend. “He's not my boyfriend,” Taehyung huffed.
“Mhmm,” Jimin grinned teasingly, ignoring his own boyfriend’s nudges to keep his mouth shut.
“Can't believe you know Jeongguk though,” Yoongi chirped, “how did you meet him?”
“Common interest,” Jimin and Taehyung said at the same time, the former with a more sarcastic bite. He gave Taehyung a look and added, “Though I call bullshit. There’s something else you guys aren’t telling me and now I’m curious.”
Yoongi laughed, patting Jimin’s tuft of hair. “Don’t intrude on their privacy, Jimin-ah. Let them be. They’re still young.”
“You talk as if you’re a grandpa, hyung,” Taehyung laughed, “and yeah, Jimin, don’t intrude on my privacy.”
Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms petulantly as he glared at his best friend. “First of all, we’re roommates and soulmates. I’ve seen your dick, we don’t have boundaries. And second, don’t tattle on me like that, Yoongi’s not my mom.”
“But he’s your daddy isn’t he?” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows.
The two flushed at the same time.
Woe was he. There were a lot of things he regretted, and he figured he just added another onto the list with his best friend and his senior boyfriend’s kinks. “Oh dude, come on, TMI. I’m out.”
“Sometimes I’m the daddy!—ow! What was that for?”
That was his cue to leave. He escaped to his room and hoped that the walls were thick enough to block out any sounds of possible coitus that might be occurring in his poor living room. He settled down in front of his laptop on his bed, firing up a few porn sites and even tumblr to find something to get him off.
As if the heavens and god, aka Jeon Jeongguk, had heard his prayers, the first thing he saw on his dashboard was Jeongguk’s new video. Perfect timing.
He had high hopes in the man and quickly unbuttoned his pants, beginning to palm his cock through the fabric. When the video began to play, Taehyung watched the man settle on the floor, leaning his back against the bathtub. He wondered where Jeongguk filmed this because his bathroom didn’t have one.
Either way, he looked delicious.
His face was cut off by the framing and Taehyung took his time appreciating the defined abs, his beautiful pectorals, and his thighs. Holy hell, his thighs. Now that Taehyung has had a taste of them, he couldn’t get enough.
Jeongguk’s hand moved at a languid pace, stroking his wet cock and filling the empty room with slick sounds. If Jimin could mess around outside, Taehyung sure as hell could play his porn on speaker. The man in the video laid his head back, sighing in pleasure as he continued to stroke his cock. His hand moved faster then, squeezing tighter around him.
Taehyung mimicked his movements, fucking his hand on Jeongguk’s timing. It felt so good hearing the groans spilling from his lips, he could practically imagine his face now that he’s seen it. Jeongguk with his eyes closed, head thrown back, his lips parted as small gasps escaped his throat. Jeongguk with his body wet, fresh out of a shower, water rolling down his perfect set of abs.
He moaned quietly before shrugging his pants off completely and tossing them aside. He set his laptop in front of him then just as Jeongguk switched positions, moving to his knees, one of his hands holding onto the bathtub for support as he spread his legs and began thrusting into his hand while he tugged on his cock. His thighs flexed with the strain placed on them, showing off the thick muscle underneath.
By then, Taehyung had reached for his bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers and prodding slowly at the entrance once the liquid was a little warmer. It’s been a while since he’s properly fucked—well, gotten fucked—so he’s a little tense, his hole squeezing tightly around his finger.
“Fuck,” he hissed when he slipped two fingers in. It felt painful yet at the same time, it was the best kind of satisfying pain. He shoved his fingers into his ass according to Jeongguk’s hip jerks, imagining that the man was behind him, fucking him hard.
“Come on, Tae.” He heard Jeongguk’s voice command in his ears, an involuntary whimper falling from Taehyung’s lips at the thought. “You’re such a good boy, you love my cock don’t you? Mmm,” Jeongguk’s groan played in his head like an angel’s song. “Love getting your pretty little ass wrecked by my big, fat cock, huh.”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” he mewled, burying his cries into his sheets as he added another finger. He could just picture Jeongguk’s abs moving in the back, his entire body shaking as he pounded into Taehyung at a ridiculous pace.
The Jeongguk in the video sighed again before standing up then and reaching for the shower head to wet his body again. His skin glistened and glowed, his chest sparkling with the water that clung onto him. Taehyung had never seen a more mouthwatering sight. He pushed his fingers in harder and faster, envisioning how good it would actually feel if it were Jeongguk inside of him.
Jeongguk got back on his knees again, his cock directly in front of the camera as he continued to stroke it. The slippery sounds pushed Taehyung’s libido up another step, had his ass clenching and his throat choking with pleasured chokes. He watched as the other started thrusting into nothing, his hands planted firmly on the floor as his cock swung and fucked the air. Taehyung shut his eyes and groaned, that would feel so good if it were him, if Jeongguk were fucking into him with his big cock.
“You like that right?” Jeongguk whispered in his ear. “Like being a good boy? You’re my little cock slut, Taehyungie.” While Taehyung didn’t really mind Jeongguk referring to him without honorifics, the thought of being called a cock slut as Jeongguk treated him like a child had him screaming into his pillow. “You take my cock so well, baby. Such a good boy, look at your ass.”
Another expletive left his mouth as he listened in to the sounds of Jeongguk’s stuttered groans, the sound of his hand moving on his length. Slick and sloppy. Taehyung loved being fucked dirty, getting himself all filthy. His ass tightened as he forced himself to look up at the video again.
Jeongguk had paused touching himself, Taehyung could see his discomfort in the way he squirmed, but his cock kept twitching and twitching. He wondered how much self-restraint Jeongguk must’ve put on himself to keep him from coming.
“You can’t come before me, Taehyungie. You have to wait until I tell you to come, yeah?”
“God, fine, fine.” He whimpered.
“Good boy.” Jeongguk’s voice is raspy and deep in his head, dripping with shameless lust. “Now, want you to fuck yourself faster and harder. I want all your fingers knuckle deep inside you, understand me?”
Taehyung nodded eagerly, finally sliding all his fingers inside as the voice had instructed him to. His fingers hit deep inside of him, curled and twisted, hitting his prostate over again. “Fuck that feels so good,” he moaned.
“Now, don’t touch your cock, baby,” Jeongguk whispered again, “I want you to come just like that. I want to see your come all over your sheets.”
The elder muttered a billion agreements, promising Jeongguk to be a good boy and that he would come. Jeongguk in the video had begun stroking himself again, his abdomen squeezing as his breaths grew labored.
“Hnnnggg,” Taehyung moaned, his voice so high-pitched it resembled a cry. “Fuck so good, Guk, you give it to me so good.”
“Good job,” he said, “now come for me, baby. Come all over your hands, I want to see your body covered in white.”
One last deep thrust was all it took before Taehyung’s cock was spilling onto the sheets, streaks of white staining his creamy fabric. He let his dick twitch as it milked itself of the result of his orgasm, his face pressed as he tried to get as much oxygen into his lungs.
The video had ended, a good four fucking minutes of pleasure. Taehyung was weak, he had never felt his entire body so exhausted. If this was how good it felt to fuck himself to Jeongguk, he definitely wanted to see how he would last if he actually got fucked by the man.
Reaching for a tissue, he crinkled his nose at the sight of his sheets and quickly wiped it down. Once he cleaned himself up, he settled back against his pillows, sated and content with his mind-blowing—or rather cock-blowing—orgasm.
With nimble fingers, he fired up the messenger app on the site.
kimchidick sent a video “got a little wet in the shower [water emoji]"
damn u’ve rlly outdone yourself
You watched it already??
came to it already
that was the Hottest Shit my dude
Taehyung waited on a reply that didn’t come until he was readying himself for dinner.
rlly? that’s all u got to say??
IM EMBARRASSED OK
I know you irl now aewrlkjwecaw
The elder laughed at the keyboard smash. He could already imagine Jeongguk blushing to the tips of his ears, turning red as a beet.
dude nothing to be ashamed about
embrace the dick
*big ass-terminating dick
Then there was a pause. Taehyung had been fiddling with a game on his phone, hadn’t realized that Jeongguk had sent a reply until another message popped up.
You really came to it?
………did you by any chance
Like you coming to it
Taehyung bit his lip to hold back his smile. Holy shit, he loved this kid.
not this time, bby
maybe i should do like a reaction vids to urs
yknow like how ppl do for MVs and shit
but it’s me reacting to ur porn
I hate to say this
But that sounds really fucking hot
i’ll let u kno if i make one
but for now
Lmao what did you do
jack off to ur video duH
Ur tired just from that?
how are we going to make money if u get tired from THAT
liSTEN u baby chick
i have v lil stamina
but i reenergize fast
so u best get ur dick ready
Check your snap
Taehyung practically leapt for his phone, flinging his body across the bed to reach for the device. He had added moanguk from his Snapchat when he was drunk with the boy.
“Why can’t I snap you?” Jeongguk scrolled through his friends list over and over, never once spotting Taehyung’s name.
“My story is public,” Taehyung smirked, “but can’t send snaps if we’re not friends."
The younger whined pitifully again, nudging Taehyung, “Add me, I wanna send you dumb snaps.”
He wouldn’t relent and kept poking Taehyung’s side, nudging and kicking him. “Oh my god, alright, alright.” )
As promised, he saw a new notification from Jeongguk. He quickly swiped and waited as it loaded. When the red square finally popped up, he never tapped it so fast.
Alas, apparently, Taehyung had to get used to disappointment when he met Jeon Jeongguk. Instead of the expected smoking dick pic or maybe even a glimpse of his abs, it was the kid doing the ugliest face you could possibly imagine.
Made you look, it said.
Taehyung snapped a picture of his own, middle fingers up.
person out of all
I don’t sext until the third date
YOU’VE TOUCHED MY DICK
And a pretty dick it is
i hate u
No, you really don’t~
The elder didn’t know where this playful Jeongguk came from, but this level of flirting and cuteness actually had Taehyung holding onto his shit-eating grin. “Don’t do this to yourself, Kim,” Taehyung huffed.
so whens the second date
I owe you dinner
I’m almost done with Namjoon hyung actually
Wanna get burgers?
Kk, I’m still finishing up at the studio so
i can meet u there
the one by the park right??
Oh, you don’t have to
It’s p long walk from your place
i could use some exercise
see u then xx
Taehyung shrugged on a jacket because the night air was unsurprisingly chillier. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone before walking out of his room. Jimin was still nestled in the couch, only this time without Yoongi and only a pout on his face.
“What went up your ass?” Taehyung asked and received a glare from the other. “Not Yoongi’s dick for sure,” he raised his eyebrows and redirected towards the front door.
“Where are you going? I’m bored,” Jimin sulked, stretching out like a cat and leaning against the armrest.
“Dinner with Jeonggukie, wanna come?”
“Oh,” he brightened, “is it a date?”
He wasn’t quite sure himself. He had teasingly called it a date in response to Jeongguk’s sexting thing, but it wasn’t as if they were romantically involved from the beginning. They were just two people having sex for money. Not yet, but they would be having sex.
“Not really,” he shrugged, “we’re just getting burgers.
“Nah, this other small joint, more American style I think.”
Jimin nodded, “Nice, I’m in.”
Taehyung definitely wasn’t disappointed, no. They were just two guys having dinner and then they were three. The more the merrier, right?
The two roommates made their way across campus towards the studio building Jeongguk and Namjoon were working in. The younger had sent him the address earlier and, plugging it into Naver map, they easily found their way.
“So,” Taehyung started as they walked, “are you and Yoongi-hyung a thing now?”
The elder of the two blushed, lips pressing together. “I don’t know. I mean we go on dates, we have sex, we cuddle. But, uh, we’ve never really made it official you know. It’s not like I didn’t notice the hickeys on bruises on him the first time we had sex. I don’t know if he’s even into monogamy at this point.” His laugh was probably meant to lighten his words, but Taehyung could hear the inklings of hurt.
“You really like him, huh?”
Jimin pouted, curling up around Taehyung’s arm. “I do, he’s so cute and so funny. Super sweet too. Like the whole package. When else am I going to find a guy as perfect as this?”
“I mean, you can always ask him.”
“But then it’ll look like I’m into him more than he is into me.”
Taehyung tilted his head, “Uh, what’s the problem with that?”
“Tae,” Jimin gave him a look.
“Alright, whatever weird logic you have going on in your head. Stop thinking about it. If he’s spending this much time with you, even outside the sex, it means that there’s more to it right? The least you guys are are friends.”
The shorter boy sighed, cheeks puffing up as he pouted again, “I guess. I’ll see how it goes.”
When the two finally reached the building, Jeongguk was already standing outside, fiddling with his phone. “Jeonggukie!” Taehyung called out as he pranced over, leaving an offended Jimin behind. “Sorry, did you wait long?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I just stepped outside.” His gaze flickered over to Jimin in the back, his expression unable to hide his surprise. “Uh, hey, hyung.”
“Jeongguk,” Jimin greeted in return.
“His almost-boyfriend left him alone at home so he was moping. Hope you don’t mind,” Taehyung explained sheepishly.
Jeongguk, ever the angel, only gave him the cutest grin, “Of course not. Let’s eat, I’m starving.”
The trio chatted amicably over mouths stuffed with food. Jimin and Jeongguk got along pretty well thankfully so Taehyung didn’t have to expect arising drama from the two. Taehyung’s fingers kept stealing fries off of Jeongguk’s tray, to which the younger scowled and batted his hand away.
“So, really, how did you two meet each other? And don’t give me common interest because we all know that that’s bullshit,” Jimin quickly added before the two could open their mouths.
Taehyung and Jeongguk shared a look. “Right,” the former said slowly, “so uh, Jeongguk and I… met… recently.”
“Right,” Jimin smirked.
“And…” he paused, looking at Jeongguk who just kept his lips pressed shut, “we just sort of bonded.”
“Where was this?”
“Details, who cares about them? Who wants another round of fries?” Taehyung said, waving down the waiter to order two more portions of the wonderful truffle fries.
Jimin grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Come on, now you have to tell me.”
“Jeongguk can tell you,” Taehyung grabbed his tea and took a sip.
Said person gave Taehyung an incredulous look before feigning excitement, “It was at an event. Yes, at an event. For freshmen.”
“Why was Tae at an event for—actually, never mind. I already know the answer to that.”
“Hey!” Taehyung protested, “what is that supposed to mean?”
“He was really welcoming though!” Jeongguk quickly added, big eyes blown up in panic. “Um, I thought he was really… nice. So we got along.”
Jimin nodded, a smug smile spread across his face, “Hm, I bet. So, this event, what was it again?”
“Speed Dating,” Taehyung answered automatically, “I was helping out.”
“Didn’t know we had an event like that, who were you helping out?” the eldest of them all frowned, tilting his head suspiciously. Just before Taehyung could devise another lie, Jimin’s phone rang, vibrating furiously on the table. “Saved by the bell, do not move. I have to do further inquisition.” Snatching up his phone, he excused himself from the table, leaving the other two to breathe out in relief.
Taehyung slumped back against his seat. “Great, now I have to figure out an entire plan and ensure that everyone I mention in it knows what to say. That means not including Hoseok because dude’s got a loose mouth when he’s drunk.”
Jeongguk seemed to deflate a little, eyes shifting as he fidgeted in his seat. “Sorry, hyung.”
“What? Why are you sorry?”
“I told you to keep it a secret and—”
“Oh my god, Guk, it’s fine. It was to save both our asses honestly, I don’t think I need Jimin cluing in on our business proposal,” he huffed, “his moral obligation might come in the way of both our sex and money.”
“Jimin has moral obligations?”
Taehyung waved it off, “On days he feels like being the Pope.” Jeongguk’s lips formed an ‘o’ in understanding.
As if summoned, the man in topic appeared by their table to pull out his wallet and toss out a few bills on the table. “So, Yoongi called and said he got off work early so I’m going to be getting off at his place.” Jeongguk’s face blanched as Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t be like that. You don’t see me judging your sex life. I’ll see you back at home, Tae, and—” he paused, turning to Jeongguk “—maybe you too, Jeongguk.” He gave one last salute before sashaying out of the doors.
Unbelievable. Taehyung muttered exactly that under his breath. “He’s so whipped for Yoongi, I can’t even believe.”
“It’s kinda cute though,” Jeongguk murmured thoughtfully. His finger toyed with his straw as he looked deep in thought. There was a softness to his features that had Taehyung’s heart rolling in his chest.
His lips twitched as he leaned across the table closer to the younger. “What? Being in love?”
“I-I mean yeah,” he fumbled, pressing his lips together, “having that much affection for someone, being so positively sweet for someone. It’s the kind of thing you only see in fairytales.” The more he stared at Jeongguk, the more nervous the boy got. Jeongguk’s fingers fiddled with the piece of plastic as he looked everywhere else except Taehyung.
“You ever been in love, Guk?”
Jeongguk shook his head earnestly, pink gracing his cheeks attractively.
“You’re so cute,” Taehyung laughed, poking his arm teasingly and rejecting the way his heart burned in his chest.
The other boy jerked away from his touch as if it burned, his face flaming even redder than before. “Stop teasing me,” he muttered. Oh my god. Taehyung could feel the younger curling up into himself and almost instantly felt the guilt eat at his gut.
He placed his hand on Jeongguk’s arm, thumb rubbing the smooth skin gently. “I didn’t mean to sorry.”
Jeongguk looked mildly surprised by his apology and Taehyung wasn’t sure whether to feel offended or not. “I-it’s fine, it wasn’t that serious.”
“I think it’s cute,” Taehyung continued, “that you haven’t been in love I mean. I don’t think I have either honestly. I don’t even know what it takes to be in love with someone—I’m not even sure if anyone really does.”
“When the time comes, maybe you just know.”
“That’s what stories try to sell us,” Taehyung wiggled a fry in front of his face before popping it into his mouth. “Romance movies and stories—even fanfiction—want us to believe that we’ll know when we’re in love, want us to believe that there’s love out there for all of us. It’s a sweet thought, it’s just isn’t that realistic.”
Jeongguk cocked an eyebrow in interest, “Never pegged you as a skeptic.”
“I try to keep myself on my toes,” he grinned in return, “don’t get me wrong, I adore love stories, but they’ve set the bar too high, my friend. Sex isn’t always great, the same way not everyone gets their happy ending.”
“I’m too sober for a talk like this,” Jeongguk moaned painfully, leaning his head against the table and pressing his cheek on the cool surface. Taehyung giggled, his fingers sliding through the younger boy’s hair. Jeongguk seemed to melt into his touch, nudging closer.
“Don’t let my own ideas hold you back from your fantasies though,” Taehyung chuckled, “it’s not like I don’t believe in love or don’t want to fall in love, because I do. I just have limited faith in myself.”
Taehyung wanted to take back everything he said because Jeongguk’s face at that moment—he looked as if someone had kicked his puppy into a river.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he laughed easily.
“Like what?” Jeongguk asked, straightening against his seat.
“Like you feel bad for me.”
“I’m not!” he quickly interjected, shaking his head vehemently, “I-I don’t mean to—”
The elder laughed, “Relax, Guk, I was kidding.”
Jeongguk’s lips curled into a frown that had Taehyung feeling more amused rather than remorseful. He picked on his food and flung it across the table, hitting Taehyung square on the nose. “You’re mean,” he pouted.
His face lit up like Christmas lights as he ducked and quietly finished the rest of his food.
✥ ✥ ✥
The next couple of weeks seemed to blur together as the two drew their boundaries and set their plan in stone. Taehyung had put down that he was more than willing to slip into a skirt and a pair of stilettos, and let his dick hang. Meanwhile, Jeongguk wouldn’t say no to being called a slut and a cum bucket if Taehyung ever fucked him, which he hoped he would—all of this he said with the reddest of faces.
“Wanna be my little slut, huh?” Taehyung grinned cheekily and Jeongguk shoved him away with a “fuck off.”
“Okay, okay,” Jeongguk took a deep breath, “are we ready to sail the ship then?”
Taehyung’s finger hovered over his trackpad, teeth catching his bottom lip as he nervously moved his curser around the post button. The post was ready complete with Jeongguk’s neat graphic and details of the tape. They had even included a VIP package for people who were willing to spend a little more on a nude of Taehyung covered in Jeongguk’s come and Jeongguk’s recording with a phone.
It had been Taehyung’s idea but Jeongguk hadn’t even blinked before he agreed.
“I’m going to save a copy of that on my phone,” Jeongguk had muttered under his breath and the other had hidden his small smile.
On top of all the behind the scenes planning, they had already started dropping hints of their friendship with Jeongguk and Taehyung sending messages to each other and reblogging each other’s content with cute tags.
“Really?” Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. Taehyung was splayed out across his couch with his head on the younger’s thighs—they were rock hard and terribly uncomfortable, but he wasn’t about to complain because they were Jeongguk’s thighs.
He turned his phone screen around to face Taehyung. “Hashtag oh my god I want to lick them hashtag Jeongguk has the prettiest thighs.”
“Is it not true?” It was Taehyung’s turn to cock an eyebrow. “And let’s not forget your tags for my picture last week,” he continued before words could leave Jeongguk’s open mouth to interrupt, “‘fuck me,’ ‘thighs like that should be covered in come all pretty’, ‘kim has done it again.”
“Why do you hate me?” he commented dryly, flicking Taehyung’s forehead.
Thus, they had meticulously laid out their entire masterplan to ensure maximum exposure and to hint further at their budding relationship. With followers catching on to their interactions, it would be easier to build the hype for a “special project wink wink” that Taehyung had brought up to his audience.
With one last inhale to get his nerves back and his eyes closed, Taehyung clicked the button and off the post went into the internet. “Okay,” he slammed his laptop shut much to Jeongguk’s surprise and dragged the younger out to the living room, plopping down and switching the television on. This all happened so quickly that Jeongguk was left to idle near the couch in confusion. “What are you waiting for? Sit.” He patted the spot next to him.
“Uh, what just happened?”
“We’ll wait for the response,” Taehyung reasoned curtly.
“Um, okay.” His tone gave away his confusion but he said nothing else, choosing to accompany Taehyung in his misery.
He took a deep breath. “I get really anxious when I post something new, I never know if my followers will like it, you know. You don’t know when they’re going to get bored with the shit you do. Online community’s a bit like the celebrity world, don’t you think? Someone new and fresh will come around and steal the spotlight.”
“Tae,” Jeongguk started, “it’s really just a blog.”
Taehyung stuck out his bottom lip petulantly. “I like the attention, so sue me.”
A short laugh slipped past Jeongguk’s lips. “Nothing wrong with that, but try not to worry too much about it okay. We all know you’ve got great content with a great ass.”
It felt relieving to have Jeongguk by his side on this. If he did it with anyone else, perhaps with someone more popular or intimidating, he might’ve burst out crying. There was a lot of pressure with having a fanbase and Taehyung had always had a fear of disappointing, so he hoped that this project would be a success for both him and Jeongguk.
“Thanks,” he grinned, nestling closer to Jeongguk, head tucked into the crook of his neck.
For hours, Taehyung avoided glancing at his phone although he had turned his notifications off, avoided the itch that nagged at his mind to check on his online activity, avoided thinking about it. Jeongguk was the best right hand man he could ever ask for. He filled in the silences whenever needed, kept Taehyung entertained with everything but their venture.
It wasn’t until his negligence kicked in and he opened his tumblr app out of instinct that he was reminded of the reason why he stayed away from his phone in the first place.
“Oh—oh my—oh god,” Taehyung gasped, flailing around before a very dumbfounded Jeongguk. “Holy shit, Guk, wow.”
“Look at these!”
UR WORKING TOGHET ER WITH MOANGUK IM SC REMAING
you + moanguk + sex = DEATH IM SO BUYING THIS
I’ve loved both ur blogs so much this is a blessing TT
“Is that username combining ours?” Jeongguk pointed.
“Oh wow, look at that. We’ve got shippers already.” Taehyung laughed. The weight in his heart had lifted significantly and he was beyond relieved to see the positive feedback that flooded his inbox.
Jeongguk was going through his own messages and saw that people were equally, pleasantly surprised with the plan. Their post had garnered hundreds of notes with people wishing them good luck and showing their interest in purchasing it. He let out a low whistle, “Wow, this is actually impressive. I never expected people to be this hyped up about it.”
“Yeah, I’m wow—I’m actually so touched this many people are interested in seeing our dicks banging.”
“Jesus,” Jeongguk mumbled.
“Jesus too, maybe, he seems like a chill dude.”
“Tae,” he gave him a warning look.
Taehyung only laughed, throwing his arm around the younger’s shoulders, “We’re gonna be rich, Jeonggukie!”
“Before that, we have to actually record first.” Jeongguk shook his head.
He clapped his hands together, as if just realizing that they in fact needed to film themselves having sex in order to cash in their paychecks. “Right, of course, so when should we do this? And my room or yours?”
Laying out the details was easy. They decided that Jeongguk’s room was probably the best idea, especially with Jimin lurking around Taehyung’s apartment. Since Jeongguk has a test next week, they decided to save the date for next Saturday.
“I’m getting kind of nervous now,” Jeongguk laughed breathily.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, people expect a lot from us.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes, shoving his index finger right into Jeongguk’s pectoral. “Listen here, we are going to have sex and we are going to make it hot. So hot I can sizzle an egg on our video.”
“It’s going to be smoking that we set the fire alarms off.”
“Please don’t set the fire alarms off,” Jeongguk winced, “but okay, I get you.”
The elder laughed, cuddling up closer to Jeongguk, “Come on now. Don’t worry, just act natural and, if anything, I’ll take the lead.” He finally sighed and nodded. “God, I can’t fucking wait to have your dick inside me.”
“What? It’s true!” he giggled and the sound had Jeongguk’s lips curling upwards absentmindedly. “I have high hopes in you, Jeonggukie, but don’t worry. We’re in this together. I’m going to head out, Jimin wants me to help him pick a date outfit tonight.” Taehyung stood up and stretched, groaning at the ache. To eschew all anxiety-inducing thoughts from the post, the two of them had wasted their time on too many rounds of video games and binge watching one too many shows.
Jeongguk walked Taehyung to the door, leaning against the frame as Taehyung stood there, smiling cutely up at him. His insides were still bubbling up with excitement and he could practically feel his heart on his tongue. “Will you be okay walking back alone?” Jeongguk asked, tilting his head in worry.
How cute. Taehyung couldn’t resist a smile, “I’ll be fine, Jeonggukie. Make sure to rest up okay. You don’t know how many takes we’re going to have to do next week to get it right.”
The red diffused and colored nearly his entire head, a sight which made Taehyung’s heart pinch in his chest. “R-right, of course. Gotta have that perfect sex.”
Jeongguk’s awkward chuckle only threw Taehyung in for a loop, a choked laugh escaping his mouth. “Yep, perfect sex.” He wasn’t quite sure why he did what he did next but… he did. Leaning closer, he brushed his nose against Jeongguk’s before their lips meet in the middle. The soft plush of Jeongguk’s bottom lip pressing up against Taehyung’s. He kissed him deep and long, not particularly concerned by how Jeongguk had frozen a short second before he kissed Taehyung back.
It wasn’t supposed to last. It was supposed to be teasing and short. But the moment Jeongguk cupped his cheek to pull Taehyung in closer, his other hand pushing him in by the small of his back, all thoughts of leaving seemed to evaporate. He caved into the other’s touch, chest to chest as he savors the taste of Jeongguk’s sweet lips.
Thirty seconds then forty then a minute. Taehyung tried to count the beats of his heart to keep up with how long they kissed but the misty fog that clouded his mind led his numbers astray. His heart rate picked up, beating in an erratic tempo that had his fingers curling into Jeongguk’s shirt.
When they finally pulled away from each other, slowly and carefully, Taehyung took soft inhales to put himself back in order. His eyelids fluttered open, brown eyes meeting Jeongguk’s softened gaze. His heart spiked up to his throat, words unable to form in his voice.
“Um,” he started the same time Jeongguk broke out of his stupor with a “uh.” The two looked at each other with no words spoken. Taehyung wasn’t even sure what the fuck just happened but Jeongguk might have just kissed the living daylights out of him and he wasn’t even sure if he popped a boner from that. He would check later.
“So,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’m gonna head out. Jiminie needs his fashion advisor.”
“Right, yeah,” the younger nodded a bit too eagerly, swallowing the frog in his throat, “go help hyung. He needs you.”
“Yes, he needs me,” Taehyung repeated stupidly.
“Tell him I said hi,” Jeongguk blurted out and the other man could practically see him slap himself with how wide his eyes blew up.
Taehyung cleared his throat, “Yes, I will. I’ll see you then, Jeongguk.”
“See you.” Jeongguk’s words came out more of a whisper as Taehyung backtracked the fuck out of there.
He moved at breakneck speed, his feet working faster than his brain could follow. He stumbled off the steps in Jeongguk’s apartment, landing painfully on his knees which garnered even more unwanted attention and concern from passersby. After stumbling over a billion “it’s okay’s” to the people who had caught his act of disgrace, he had jogged home.
Jeongguk and him were just fuck buddies—though, without the fucking for now and they were on their way to becoming the best of buds. That was all they were. For now.
“You look like you’re running from the NSA, did they catch wind of your illegally downloaded gay porn?”
“The NSA is American” was the only thing Taehyung could spit out, to which Jimin laughed at.
“What’s got your underwear in a twist? Didn’t get enough dick?”
Taehyung squinted at him, “Don’t project your misery onto me, Jiminie, it’s not becoming of you.”
Jimin scoffed, swatting at his chest before leading him towards the bedroom. Taehyung dropped back against his flatmate’s bed, hoping that the tingles still sparkling away like fairy dust on his lips would be whisked away. “All good with you?”
“Is it normal to kiss your friends?”
That question had Jimin halting his footsteps, turning around to blink at him. “Uh, depends on the friend I guess.”
“So it’s sort of normal.”
“Okay,” Jimin drew out, “is there something you want to tell me?"
“Nothing, I’m good. Let’s dress you up all delicious so Yoongi can have you for dessert.”
✥ ✥ ✥
Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to Saturday. It was a little strange, he would admit, to plan sex ahead of time considering most of his encounters had been more spontaneous under the influence of alcohol or the burning passion of lust that clouded his judgment. However, he felt that it only built up the tension even more, made him even more anticipative towards the day.
He hadn’t touched himself the entire week. Now, that might not seem like a long time but considering his unquenchable sex drive, it was a feat he was deliriously proud of.
— Friday —
Taehyung [ 12:35 PM ]
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:35 PM ]
What’s the fire?
Taehyung [ 12:35 PM ]
JUST THE FIRE BURNING IN MY BLOOD
AND MY DICK
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:36 PM ]
You’re kidding me right
Taehyung [ 12:36 PM ]
I’m really pumped for Saturday
Is your dick ready
Cuz mine is!!!!!!
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:36 PM ]
HYUNG P L EASE
My classmate just glanced at my phone
HE’S LOOKING AT ME FUNNY NOW
Taehyung laughed. How cute.
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:36 PM ]
Binch this is Jimin stop texting him
He has class
Taehyung [ 12:37 PM ]
Give the phone back to him
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:37 PM ]
Sorry hyung Jimin caught me
I’ll text you after class yeah?
There was something so heart-warming about Jeongguk’s words, how he could practically see how shy and red Jeongguk had gotten.
Taehyung [ 12:37 PM ]
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:37 PM ]
Are you free at 3? Lunch?
Taehyung [ 12:38 PM ]
Then you can tell me how your test went too
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 12:37 PM ]
Alright see you then
The two ended up meeting for lunch, initiating conversation over cheap minimart kimbap and ramyeon. Taehyung stole extra slices from Jeongguk’s container while Jeongguk couldn’t help himself from sucking up more of Taehyung’s noodles. While the practice had bothered the younger in the beginning, Taehyung figured Jeongguk got used to his light-fingered tendencies when it came to food.
“So,” Taehyung started, licking his fingers clean much to Jeongguk’s disgust, “are you ready for tomorrow?
“Yeah, I guess,” Jeongguk crinkled his nose, an action which had the elder cooing and pinching his cheek, “I’ve been eating pretty gross though so I hope that doesn’t affect anything.
Taehyung poked his abs, lifting the shirt a little which had the other boy blushing and shoving his shirt down with a chide. “Your chocolate bar abs still look good enough to eat. Plus I think I’ll be paying more attention to your dick stuck up my ass more than anything.
Jeongguk closed his eyes, before looking up to the ceiling and saying his prayers. “Right, my dick. Speaking of which, do you really think this is going to be okay?
“We’ve already gotten so many people hyped, Guk. That’s pretty lit,” Taehyung beamed
“This is pretty fucking weird,” Jeongguk muttered under his breath.
Taehyung bit his bottom lip, peering at the younger warily, “You know, it’s not too late to back out. I mean, if you’re really bothered by this, we can cancel it. Really no big, dude."
“N-no!” he stuttered, blushing, “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just very… novel. I’ve never really done this entire thing so it kind of freaks me out. I’m scared I’m going to start shaking or, I don’t know, cream myself when you drop your pants or something.”
At that, Taehyung laughed, his arm wrapping around the boy protectively. Jeongguk curled into himself, groaning as he buried his face in his arms. “You’re not going to fucking come just by looking at my dick, though I would be both very flattered and concerned if you did. Really though, let’s just see how it goes. I have high hopes for the two of us.”
✥ ✥ ✥
Bright and early Saturday morning, you would expect Taehyung to come knocking on Jeongguk’s door, eager to start the day and get the film rolling. However, it is always the least expected that happens.
“Christ,” Jimin growled, snapping the door open. He was still bleary-eyed, hair mussed up with sleep. “What the fuck, Jeon? It’s nine. On a Saturday! Not even the president is up at this hour.”
“Uh, sorry?” Jeongguk did look genuinely apologetic, a sheepish smile, a duck of his head. It was enough to have the older boy huffing in resignation, asking him what the fuck he wanted in the sweetest way possible, which, considering it was nine in the morning, wasn’t as sweet as you thought. “Um, is Tae in?”
“Of course Tae is in, it’s nine… on a Saturday!” Jimin repeated bitterly, swinging the door open to let the kid in. “He’s always out cold until at least noon so don’t expect a response from him. Now, if you guys are planning to fuck, please keep it quiet. I need my beauty sleep.” With one last middle finger at the younger, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him.
Taehyung loved his sleep. He was a man who appreciated his long-awaited rest after a day’s hard work. Taehyung was rarely ever bitter with the exception of days when he lacked coffee in the morning, but also if it didn’t have whipped cream. However, there was something about waking him up before you were supposed to.
“What the fuck, Jeon?” Taehyung muttered, squinting at his bedside table, “It’s nine. On a Saturday!”
Jeongguk figured the two must’ve lived together long enough that their speech patterns were starting to become synchronized. Either that, or Jeongguk really was the asshole that showed up at nine on a Saturday, which was entirely possible.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I’m sort… panicking."
“At nine? On a Saturday?”
Jeongguk’s lips tipped downwards, “I’m sorry.”
Taehyung sighed, breathing out a tired sigh as he lifted up his blanket as a gesture for Jeongguk to join him. “Come talk to me, baby,” he mumbled, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I can’t guarantee I’ll be awake for the whole thing but I’ll try.”
The younger toed off his shoes and shrugged off his pants before sliding in underneath the covers. Taehyung instantly snuggled up to him, burrowing his face in the nice width of Jeongguk’s chest.
“Tell me what the problem is,” Taehyung sighed, his voice heavily tinted with exhaustion.
Jeongguk worried his bottom lip, letting his arm rest around Taehyung’s body. “I don’t know what to wear."
“Jeongguk, darling, sweetheart, baby,” Taehyung recited off the top of his head, “we can worry about that later okay? Did you get enough sleep?”
“Four hours,” he mumbled.
“Alright, how about this, we sleep for another three hours, wake up at noon, have lunch, then we go over to your place to look through your closet, hm? Sound good?”
Taehyung knew that Jeongguk was well aware of Taehyung’s avoidance due to his desire to sleep, but the younger seemed curl into him at his words. His lips twitched. Jeongguk really was adorable, like a bunny who just needed to be babied.
“Yes,” Jeongguk mumbled quietly, closing his eyes.
“Goodnight,” Taehyung whispered.
Hours later, when it was finally a reasonably sane time of day, the two roommates were weaving around the kitchen to prepare food and stuff themselves full before the day ahead. It was then that Jimin finally brought up his concern, “We need an intervention.”
“Hm?” Taehyung hummed in question from his spot by the stove where his delicious sunny side ups were sizzling.
“Jeongguk can’t show up at nine on a Saturday.”
He sighed, “Sorry, he’s been a little anxious. It’s just this time, I promise.”
“Anxious about what?” Jimin plucked a carrot stick from the fridge and popped it into his mouth, the annoying crunching beginning to sound.
“Just this thing,” Taehyung shrugged vaguely. He hoped Jimin would drop it because he was in no mood to explain that the two were going to make a sex tape that was going to make them thousands.
Jimin narrowed his eyes, “If I’m getting my beauty sleep disturbed, I deserve at least an explanation.”
“It’s a project he has. No biggie,” Taehyung evaded again, sliding his eggs onto a plate before cracking open new ones for Jeongguk when he woke up. The younger, after Taehyung’s soft words, fell fast back asleep on the bed and was still out cold until that moment. Last Taehyung saw of him, which was ten minutes ago, he was snoring with his mouth hanging open. A perfect photo-op moment.
The groan that sounded from behind him had him chuckling. “Come on, you guys are being way too evasive about this. I’m your best friend, I have my rights.”
“Mhmm, and you have a right to one of the eggs. Go ahead,” Taehyung patted his head patronizingly before pushing a ready plate his way.
Jimin, albeit unhappy with the turn of events, was easily pacified by sustenance. Jeongguk rolled around into the kitchen half an hour later as the two cleaned up, scratching the back of his head where his messy hair stood.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Jimin greeted with a grin, “get enough sleep, Aurora?”
“Sorry about this morning,” Jeongguk quickly sobered up, “I was… panicking.”
“I heard,” Jimin smiled, truly this time, “though Tae here refuses to elaborate. I should dock down marks on your essay for fucking with my sleep this early into your guys’ relationship.” Before Taehyung could argue that there wasn’t actually a relationship, Jeongguk’s crestfallen expression had Jimin laughing, “I’m kidding. Professional separated from pleasure. I got you.”
Taehyung felt a strange itching in his chest when Jimin reached up to ruffle up Jeongguk’s hair, earning a cute blush from the younger. “Alright, I’m going to head over to Jeonggukie’s place now. You good for the day?” He asked Jimin this time, perhaps with a slight bite in his words.
This didn’t go by unnoticed by his best friend, who smirked seemingly knowingly. “Yep, all good. You two lovebirds can go what two birds love to do.”
“What do birds love—” Jeongguk’s question was cut short by Taehyung who shoved a tupperware of food into his hands and back into his bedroom, muttering, “You really don’t want to hear his shitty joke.”
By the evening, Taehyung had set up the camera and lighting in Jeongguk’s room as the younger tidied up his place. They both figured a bit of grime would be needed to add to the sexy atmosphere and there was nothing Taehyung loved more than sweaty men.
When it was finally time to get started, after triple checking the entire room, Taehyung could practically hear Jeongguk shaking like an earthquake behind him. He turned around, ready to console him, but Jeongguk was taking deep breaths, in and out.
He laughed at the sight, “Are you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.
“Okay, good,” Taehyung smiled, walking over towards him.
Taehyung could practically feel Jeongguk fluttering away like goose feathers underneath his fingertips. His body was shuddering ever so slightly, his gaze darting over to the perfectly positioned camera by his bedside. His bottom lip was nearly worn out by the time Taehyung settled on his lap.
“I’m kind of offended you’re paying more attention to the camera than me,” he giggled teasingly, hoping that it would help ease some of the tension in his shoulders. His hands settled on the broadness of the boy’s back, smoothing up the softness of his shirt.
“S-sorry,” he spilled nervously, shifting his seating so he could place his hands on Taehyung’s ass. The size was a perfect fit and Taehyung could’ve come just from that.
“Sure you don’t want to postpone this?”
“I’m sure,” Jeongguk cleared his throat, a stronger resolve in his voice despite the slight hint of hesitance.
Taehyung searched his eyes again, sought out any bit of fear or indecision. However, Jeongguk reassured him with a firmer grip on his body as he nodded, indicating for Taehyung to keep going. The elder’s lips twitched into a smile as he leaned down to press a kiss against his lips. Jeongguk didn’t take long to react, hugging Taehyung closer and opening and closing his lips in sync with Taehyung.
Kissing Jeongguk had always felt like getting high—it had him up all the way in Cloud Nine, it was addicting in a way that he couldn’t stop licking at his lips, prodding against his tongue. Jeongguk tugged on Taehyung’s shirt, puling it upwards and over his head. Jeongguk’s hands were rough and calloused, Taehyung wasn’t sure from what but he was thankful for how good it felt smoothing down his skin.
The younger man was skilled with his hands, he knew just where to squeeze, where to linger his touch to have Taehyung’s skin burning. He cupped the back of Taehyung’s neck to pull him closer, press his lips harder against him. When Jeongguk finally dragged his lips away, it was to mouth down Taehyung’s neck. His teeth were nipping and nibbling at every inch of Taehyung’s bare skin, surely to leave purpling marks for the world to see.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung moaned when Jeongguk started to massage his ass, spreading them apart.
“On your hands and knees, baby.” Jeongguk breathed, giving his ass a quick smack which had a delightful whimper slip past Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung did as he was told, shifting over so he could wiggle his butt in front of the younger.
Jeongguk only chuckled, his body moving to press up against Taehyung. His cock was directly behind Taehyung, the outline of it behind the thin fabric of his sweatpants pressed up against Taehyung’s ass snugly. It had been the elder’s suggestion for him to wear sweatpants, because god knows that that fabric could show everything if he didn’t have underwear to hold him back.
And he had been fucking right.
The younger began to grind his bulge against the folds of Taehyung’s ass, his hands pressing them together so he could feel his cock digging into the boy’s soft flesh. The sight of it was mesmerizing, Jeongguk licked his lips. Even with two thin layers separating them, Jeongguk could still feel how incredible Taehyung’s ass was.
Moans tumbled from his throat the more he pressed himself against Taehyung. Meanwhile, the elder was enjoying the sensations all too much, his cock twitching in his pants as he attempted to muffle his desperate cries for Jeongguk to fuck the shit out of him into the white sheets.
“G-Guk,” he stammered finally, mouth dry, “please fuck me. Please fuck me. I can’t wait.”
“Such an impatient baby,” Jeongguk teased, running his finger along the hem of Taehyung’s pants.
Taehyung wanted to scream into the bed, wanted to shove Jeongguk back so he could do it himself. However, Jeongguk showed him a peek of mercy when he finally tugged down Taehyung’s pants, past his knees and off. It was sort of unfair that Jeongguk was still fully dressed when the other was bared open for the taking. But all thoughts disappeared when Jeongguk leaned down, spreading his ass apart to see the cute puckered hole.
His warm breaths puffing against the sensitive hole only made his ass squeeze. “God, you’re so pretty, hyung.” His words pulled another whine from Taehyung who nudged himself back. “You’d look so pretty fucking your fingers. Won’t you show me?”
Jeongguk instructing him, telling him what to do with the sweetest voice was something Taehyung could never possibly deny. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the table and positioned himself with his face pressed against the bed, the gel warming up on his fingertips. Jeongguk had moved himself behind Taehyung, kicking off his pants as he grasped his length in his hands.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jeongguk hissed as he began to stroke himself, feeling his cock harden in his palm. “Finger yourself open for me, baby,” he cooed, “want to see you wide open for me, ready for me to fuck.”
Taehyung slammed his eyes shut as he teased his hole with a wet finger, dancing it around the rim as he swayed his ass in circles. He heard Jeongguk’s pained groan in the back before a slap landed on his ass, jolting him forward.
“Such a goddamn tease,” Jeongguk hissed, his hand disappearing away from Taehyung, “fuck yourself. Come on.”
Nodding pitifully, he finally slipped a finger inside—but fuck, that wasn’t enough. Even though he hadn’t touched himself for so long, haven’t gotten fucked in so long, he was still not tight enough for his finger. So he pushed another one in, then another, and started to shove it in and out of his ass. He fingered himself fast and hard just the way he liked it until he could feel the pleasure coiling thick vines inside his stomach, crushing the breath out from inside of him. “Mmph,” he mumbled into the sheets, taking in deep breaths as he pushed his fingers in knuckles deep.
Jeongguk pumped his cock faster at the sight. Taehyung’s perky, tanned ass being filled up all pretty just for him, seeing his fingers vanish into his little hole. “Fuck, you look so good like this. You look so fucking—” he choked “—incredible with your ass stuffed. Bet you would look even better with my cock fucking into you, fucking you open.”
“Mmm,” Taehyung mewled, “I-I want that, Jeonggukkie. I want your cock in me.”
“Sit on your ass, will you, baby?” Jeongguk said, the term of endearment pushing Taehyung to respond to his words. “I want to see your face when you ride your fingers.”
Taehyung sat back against the balls of his feet, leaking cock in full view for Jeongguk to see. But the only thing Taehyung could pay attention to was Jeongguk’s thick cock, red and pulsing, in his hands. He saw the skin shift with every stroke, saw how Jeongguk tipped his head back ever so slightly whenever he ran his thumb over the slit. If heaven took him in, he hoped this would be what it looked like.
“Move your ass, babe,” Jeongguk grunted, stopping his movements.
The elder pouted so he did as he was told, starting to bounce on his fingers. His digits hit even deeper inside him, yanking moans from his pretty, plump lips. With the camera positioned in front of their bed, the lens recorded every single second of Taehyung with his fingers inside his ass, Jeongguk with his hand wrapped around his dick.
God, he could only hope his fans would enjoy this as much as he was enjoying this. Jeongguk’s gaze couldn’t leave Taehyung’s cock dripping with precome, white oozing out of the tip and sliding down his length. No view in all of Seoul could compare to how beautiful Taehyung looked at that moment.
“That’s right,” Jeongguk whispered and Taehyung watched as his pupils widened, his eyes darkening with lust crashing into him like waves. “So fucking pretty fucking yourself like that. You’re so cute, fuck. Your cock is wet for me.”
“So wet for you,” Taehyung echoed desperately. His thighs were getting sore and his fingers numb but he would do it again and again if that meant Jeongguk would look at him as if he held the universe in his fingertips—or shoved up his ass.
Taehyung’s golden skin was beginning to glisten with sweat underneath the room’s shitty lights, his cock practically sparkling. Jeongguk’s mouth watered at the sight and Taehyung could feel his body burn with the weight of the younger’s gaze on him.
“Fuck me please,” he whined, bouncing harder against his hand, “please fuck me. I want your fat cock inside me, Jeongguk.”
“Beg for it, baby.”
Taehyung knew Jeongguk’s resolve was dissolving by the irritated twitch of his lips, but he was doing this for the sake of the audience as well as the frustration in Taehyung’s eyebrows as he whimpered. “P-please, shit, please fuck me. I want you to split me open, want you to fuck me until I’m crying. I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll see the fucking stars. Your cock is so, so good, I want it filling me up.”
“That’s my good boy.” The praise had Taehyung’s toes curling when Jeongguk finally moved over towards him. Jeongguk’s hand circled Taehyung’s cock and squeezed as he slid it up and down, using his precome to slick up his hand. Taehyung faltered, shaking into Jeongguk’s hands as he nearly slipped. “Don’t come just yet,” he warned with a tight press around the base of his cock. “You’re so pretty, hyung,” Jeongguk panted, “look even prettier bouncing on my cock.”
Taehyung nodded eagerly, “Please, please. I want that. I want to bounce my ass on your dick.”
Jeongguk reached for his phone as he nestled comfortably back against the headboard. He pressed the record button, ensuring that Taehyung’s face was hidden from view and only their bodies were in frame. Taehyung threw his legs on either side of him, before his hand scrambled to desperately move the tip of Jeongguk’s cock to his entrance. A hiss escaped Jeongguk’s mouth when Taehyung sank down on him, his tight tunnel swallowing his cock. “Shit,” he cursed, “that feels so good.”
With a satisfied grin, he began to rise and fall, Jeongguk’s length sliding into him with an entrancing friction. Taehyung took his cock well, gasping and choking every time Jeongguk’s cock hit deep inside him. Jeongguk observed how Taehyung’s eyes fell shut a few times, going half-lidded whenever he reached a particularly good spot with deep, rumbles sounding from his chest.
“Hnnggh,” he groaned again, “f-fuck, you feel so fucking good. You fill up my ass so good, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk leaned his head back, relishing in the warmth that hugged his length so sweetly. He could feel sweat bead his forehead, the fulfillment building in his stomach. The phone in his hand could barely hold steady when his entire body was quaking with pleasure, the device capturing every single moment of his entering Taehyung. His fingers dug into Taehyung’s soft flesh as he pushed himself up to meet Taehyung in the middle. The action had Taehyung’s back arching elegantly as a breath fought its way from his throat.
“Shit, yes, just like that,” he muttered and let Jeongguk fuck into him, his thighs burning to nudge his hips up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” Jeongguk murmured, the rest of his words choking up in his throat when Taehyung rolled his hips as he came down. Taehyung rode him like there was no tomorrow, rode him so fucking hard that Taehyung came with the galaxies exploding before his eyes. His cock jerked and twitched before white strings splayed over both their stomachs, painting their skins with milk. Jeongguk didn’t take long to catch up as Taehyung rode out the rest of his orgasm, bouncing until he could feel the hot sticky mess coating his insides.
Jeongguk’s groan when he came was better than anything he could’ve ever imagined and feeling his come inside him, dripping onto Jeongguk’s thighs. “H-holy shit,” Taehyung muttered, the fatigue taking over as he dropped his entire body on top of Jeongguk.
Their labored breaths synchronized with the rise and fall of their chests, Taehyung burying his face in Jeongguk’s neck as the younger’s hand moved up to play with the hair behind Taehyung’s neck.
“That was,” he started, “wow.”
Taehyung laughed breathlessly, “You can say that again.”
“That was wow,” he repeated.
Taehyung’s giggle was a delightful distraction from the cloudy fog that had Jeongguk’s mind going haywire. “You’re silly,” Taehyung mumbled, laying his head back down.
“Hyung, you’re getting kind of heavy.”
“I can’t move,” Taehyung muttered, “my legs feel like jelly.”
To that, Jeongguk laughed and gave his ass a little squeeze. “That’s good to know. At least I didn’t disappoint.”
“You did way better than not disappointing, Jeon Jeongguk. For a second there, I thought I died from your cock and I saw god opening the golden gates of heaven for me.”
“I’ve been told I have that effect,” Jeongguk grinned cockily to which Taehyung scoffed, finally sliding off his lap with a groan. Jeongguk could see his come leaking out of the elder’s asshole as he slumped face first into the sheets. His cock twitched in response.
Taehyung flailed around for a bit, trying to get his limbs to feel something again. “I can’t believe I’m tired just from that. We can probably go for round two in an hour or so.”
“Again?” Jeongguk’s baffled look tugged a laugh from the other’s lips.
“If this take didn’t turn out great,” Taehyung smiled, “though considering how hard I nutted, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Jeongguk opened up the recording in his phone, let the video play with the filthy sounds filling the room, and let out a low whistle, “You’re right. Amateur porn is a work of art.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen when the sight of his fucking Taehyung was so mind-blowing.
Taehyung laughed, padding over towards the camera and fiddling with it to end the recording. The short glimpse of the playback had him grinning because it looked extra HQ and extra hot, just the way he liked it. As he toyed around with the buttons, he could feel a gaze burning straight into his back. He turned around to find Jeongguk with his head tipped to the side, his eyes glued on Taehyung’s ass—well, it was before, but now it was focused on Taehyung’s flaccid cock.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Taehyung commented with a smirk.
He never expected Jeongguk to take the request to heart until he actually lifted up his phone and Taehyung heard the resounding camera click go off. Taehyung’s mortified face was enough to have the other laughing into his sheets.
Taehyung couldn’t help but note how delicious Jeongguk looked all naked in his rumpled sheets. His body was bare from waist up, the bottom half covered by his white blankets to shield him from the room’s chilly air. His hair stuck up all over the place due to Taehyung’s roaming hands during sex. Even his fingers wrapped around his phone elicited memories from just a couple of hours ago when they had been stuck up inside his ass. Taehyung’s ass clenched at the thought.
“Good picture?” Taehyung mocked dryly.
Jeongguk grinned, bunny teeth and crinkling eyes. “A keeper.”
“You might as well add that as a bonus to our package,” Taehyung kidded, laughing as he set the camera aside and climbed back underneath the covers. The room was getting a little bit too cold for his taste and right underneath the covers huddled up to Jeongguk’s heater of a body was exactly where he needed to be.
“No way,” Jeongguk shook his head with a mischievous glimmer in his eye, “this one’s a private picture. I’m keeping it to myself.”
Taehyung laughed, rolling over so he was lying on top of Jeongguk, chin propped up on his hard chest as Jeongguk’s arm instinctively went to wrap around him. “If I didn’t know any better, you’re getting a little possessive of me, Jeonggukie. My fans won’t be too happy about that.”
“I’ll try to appease them with dick pics of my own.”
He swatted the younger’s chest with a sleepy laugh.
“God, I can’t believe how tired I am,” Jeongguk groaned, flopping back against the pillow.
“Told you I could do it,” Taehyung giggled, relishing in the warmth that radiated off Jeongguk’s skin, “ugh, I feel so gross though.” He scrunched up his nose, patting his skin. “I’m sticky.”
“You’re free to use my shower, go ahead and borrow my shirt too if you want.”
Of course, Taehyung was probably too caught up in the moment to realize how domestic and sweet the atmosphere was—what with Jeongguk being the softest man after an orgasm where before he had been enjoying the fuck out of Taehyung riding him.
“You’re an angel,” Taehyung grinned, hopping off the bed and bending down to raid Jeongguk’s shirt drawer filled with one too many white t-shirts for one that could hang nicely over his thighs. A grunt behind him pulled his gaze towards the man instead and what he saw had his mouth watering.
Jeongguk was palming himself over the sheets, his eyes still trained on the screen. “Shit, this is really hot.”
“I take my word back,” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “you’re an animal.” With that, he sashayed over to the bathroom and kicked it closed. Cracking his neck, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and nearly screamed. When he was caught up in Jeongguk’s touch, he never realized how much the man had tattooed himself on him and only in the bright lighting was it evident that Jeongguk had mauled him over. He had a splattering of hickeys along his neck and collarbones, blue indents on the expanse of his hips. “Holy shit,” he whispered.
If his body were a canvas, it might’ve been a magnificent piece of art that could put museum paintings to shame. But he wasn’t.
He was going to have the time of his life trying to cover this up.
“Hey, Tae, I need to piss. Can I come in?” Jeongguk knocked on the door. Even in his own household he was asking for permission; what a gentleman.
“No, you—you animal!”
Taehyung groaned, “Come in here and look at this.”
Jeongguk came in with a dip between his brows, his body still stark naked. In any other occasion, Taehyung would’ve jumped him and they would have shower sex until the water ran cold. But he was too busy obsessing over the fact that Jeongguk had basically turned him into the next generation of Avatar.
“What’s the problem?”
Taehyung blinked at him, “Do you really not see this?” He gestured to his body, flicking his wrist particularly hard in a gesture towards his neck. “Holy shit.”
Instead of the apologetic, shy look he was expecting, Jeongguk surprised him with a proud twitch of his pretty pink lips. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? Yeah? That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying much too hard to suppress his laughter judging by the light shake of his shoulders.
“Animal,” Taehyung echoed in a mutter.
Jeongguk only laughed, coming up to his side to stare at the marks he deemed pretty on Taehyung’s reflection. “I think it looks good on you,” he grinned, far from regretful.
“Get out, heathen!” Taehyung wanted to kick his ass but it was an ass that was too attractive to harm. Jeongguk mouthed ‘heathen’ questioningly with a teasing smile still dancing on his lips. He slammed the bathroom door shut and clicked it closed.
Jeongguk’s whine echoed across the barrier, “But I needed to pee.”
✥ ✥ ✥
As the previews dropped, so did most of Taehyung’s worries about the entire shindig. They opened up pre-orders the same time they uploaded a snippet of their lovely, amateur artwork. Considering the continuously rising number in their account, Taehyung had a good guess of how much people really did enjoy their little teaser.
Taehyung was splayed out across Jeongguk’s stomach, fiddling with his phone as he obsessively refreshed his notifications, getting excited whenever a new one popped up, whether it be an ask or for the project post. "Guk!" he squealed, "there's another one."
Jeongguk tried to focus on the phone screen that had been shoved up to his face, his pupils going cross eyed in the attempt until he snatched it out of Taehyung's hands with a scowl. “'Dear Kim, your dick makes me gleam. You've basically tied me up at the seam when you shoot your lightning beam.’" A choked laugh wrangled its way out of his throat as he stared at Taehyung who was looking up at him expectantly. "This is supposed to be poetic?"
"Dude, we make porn for a living, we don't get to poke fun at someone else's level of poeticism," Taehyung huffed, stealing the phone right back to continue refreshing it over and over.
The packages weren't to be mailed out until the following week when they've confirmed interest and garnered in an income enough to pay off Taehyung's rent and buy his textbooks for next semester. He even had a little bit left to send back home under the guise of his part-time job that in reality barely paid him anything.
"I can finally quit my job!" Taehyung grinned, rolling along the length of Jeongguk's body. "Holy shit, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this day."
"Uh, are you sure about that?"
He shrugged with a grin, "Consumerist culture isn't for me if it doesn't include my benefiting from the rich who are willing to pay me to swing around my dick. Either way, I'm good to go for now and, if anything, I want to find a better job."
"I've never seen you at work," Jeongguk noted dully.
Taehyung offered him a look in return, "Exactly."
"You should come by Namjoon-hyung's studio, he could use the help and the people there pay pretty nice too if you help with background vocals."
To that suggestion, Taehyung snorted, returning his attention back to his screen, "Singing? I can't do that."
"Hyung," Jeongguk scolded this time, "I've seen you do your bathroom renditions of musicals. They're pretty damn good."
"You know what else my voice is good for? Moaning. Plus, I get off, it's a win-win for everybody." Taehyung grinned unapologetically. "It's easy money for me, Jeonggukie."
"I know," he mumbled, "but it may be good to have something else on the side. You know, just in case. Blogging is pretty lit but I'm not going to be doing it forever."
Of course, Taehyung was perfectly aware of the temporary bliss this kind of attention provided. The praise and notes, the lovely followers who kept him happy by checking up on him from time to time. He lived for these interactions and knew that, even if things weren't going to last forever as things do come to an end in due time, it felt almost sad—and Taehyung wasn't in the mood to be sad. Not yet at least. He could face reality another day.
It was Taehyung's turn to murmur his acknowledgement to the issue. "I'll think about it. If they want me, I can do it—" he paused "—maybe."
"I believe in you." Jeongguk's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. It really was endearing to see the man who had basically gone nude to the entire world transform into this shy college boy who liked to curl up into Taehyung during movies and binge on instant ramyeon like any other student.
"Can I ask you something?" Taehyung started, shifting over so he was lying down next to Jeongguk instead. The younger hummed in response, agreeing. "Why did you start your own blog?"
Jeongguk set down his phone, his eyes traveling to the ceiling as if seeking the answers he needed. "Hmm, good question. I don't really know. It seemed like a good idea at the time," he chuckled, "plus I was crazy about your blog and it just looked really hot, you know. I like the compliments." The admittance had him flushing pink, a nice shade complemented by the colors of the sunset in the window near his bed.
The two of them had been holed up in the comfort of Jeongguk's bedroom—mainly to avoid Yoongi and Jimin fucking because Taehyung had gotten an advance warning to stay away from his place. Being with Jeongguk was easy though, almost too easy. He was comfortable with the kid already and it's only been a few months.
Jeongguk online and in real life weren't that much different from each other. The two could be cocky, lived for praises for their pretty dick. However, meeting him then was a privilege that Taehyung could never be more thankful for.
"You're cute," Taehyung commented. It felt as if he said this far too often, becoming almost redundant, but he meant it every single time.
Not to mention, he always received the most satisfyingly embarrassed response from the other. "Uh, thanks?" Jeongguk said with a tint in his cheeks.
"I think it's cool, that you're so young and already doing all this stuff," Taehyung smiled, "the internet really does open up opportunities, huh."
"Yeah," Jeongguk shrugged, "not that it really matters when it comes to the real world—at least not in our case. I can't exactly say 'ran a porn blog with thousands of followers and made bank' in my résumé."
"Say it loud and proud, baby!"
Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head at Taehyung. "You're just being ridiculous."
"I say the gospel truth, friend."
"How about you then? Why'd you start it?"
Because he was drunk and stupid and he really liked that dick pic he posted up the first time. "Seemed pretty cool, I kept up with a few others too before they stopped posting altogether."
"Mm, is that so?" There was a knowing lilt to Jeongguk's voice, as if saying that he was onto Taehyung's fib. "A little birdie—in other words, kimchidick during his wine nights—said that he was just too intoxicated the first time around."
"I'm both mad and happy that you know this because wow," Taehyung laughed, "wine nights are always a mess. I'm all over the place."
"It's cute, you're cute," Jeongguk said quickly, "it's funny seeing you go off on all sorts of tangents when people ask you the most basic questions."
Taehyung groaned, throwing himself against Jeongguk's side, "It's fun getting drunk, but the next morning… not so much." He tugged down his screen again to reload his notifications only to groan at the top one he found.
"What happened?" Jeongguk peeked around to glance at his phone.
"Why do people always ask such invasive questions?"
are you and moanguk dating??? :ooo
Taehyung grumbled under his breath before typing in a reply.
"I mean," Jeongguk began, "you can't really blame them for asking. We literally did a sex tape together, it can't get anymore personal than that."
"But it was for money!"
Jeongguk shrugged, lips pursing, "I enjoyed the sex, I liked the company too."
"Is this your way of telling me you like me?" Taehyung teased, finger reaching up to poke at the boy's cheek. The younger grimaced as he pushed the finger away. Before he could argue in his defense, Taehyung received a text. "Oh! There's a party at Hoseok's place again."
Jeongguk's brows puckered, "Wait, we're not ending any exams though?"
"Who knows, he just really likes to throw parties," Taehyung shrugged, "do you wanna go?" Another text prompted another beep. “Oh apparently a lot of people are going to go, big surprise. He’s got a shit ton of alcohol.”
"Jesus," the younger winced, “that hyung's too hardcore for me."
"How about we go and see how it goes? This room is starting to smell," Taehyung crinkled his nose, "might be good to get some fresh air. If it sucks, we can always hop on over for some food.”
After freshening up and slapping on a bit of cologne, the two stood in the kitchen, shots in hand. While Taehyung had been chattering the entire time as he slipped into one of Jeongguk’s smaller shirts, Jeongguk had been trembling slightly.
“Are you okay?”
The younger let out an awkward laugh, shrugging, “I’m pretty bad with social situations unless I’m really trashed.”
“Oh,” Taehyung said.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk replied sheepishly, looking away.
“Don’t worry,” he beamed, straightening out his shirt, “stick close to me, I’ll protect you. If you want, we can do shots beforehand. A shot each to kill the nerves?”
So there they were, clinking their glasses together. “To a great business partner and an even better friend,” Taehyung cheered with a twinkle in his eye. Jeongguk’s heart thumped in his chest as he muttered the same words before licking the salt in his hand clumsily and tipping the drink back. The liquid burned its way down his throat and he quickly chased it with a small wedge of lime.
“Shit,” he hissed, feeling his eyes water.
“Nothing like starting the night off with tequila,” Taehyung laughed, choking as he patted Jeongguk’s back. “Let’s head out.”
They had arrived when the party was in full swing—literally people were swinging straight into the pool in the backyard. Bass was thumping from the speakers, lithe bodies grinding up against each other in the living room. Hoseok was nowhere to be found.
“This place looks like a mess,” Jeongguk mumbled, pressing his back up against Taehyung to avoid losing him in the thick crowd.
They met up with a few of Taehyung’s friends and some of Jeongguk’s freshmen ones, to which Taehyung had, two drinks in, cooed about how adorable they all were. Jeongguk had dragged him out of there so fast. With a little more alcohol flowing through their system, Taehyung managed to convince the other to dance and Jeongguk was a magnificent dancer who knew damn well how to use his hips. When they parted ways, mingling in with the rest of the guests, Taehyung was caught in a group of acquaintances he regularly saw at parties while Jeongguk had been cornered by a girl the younger recognized.
Taehyung almost felt proud seeing Jeongguk opening himself up—almost being the keyword because, in his tipsy state, he couldn’t tell if Jeongguk really was enjoying himself in his current company.
It was then that Hoseok burst through the doorway, holding up a fresh bottle of tequila with several shot glasses. “I—” he hiccuped “—I wanna do body shots! Let’s do spin the bottle à la college!”
That was how the group found themselves trapped in a circle, cramped up against each other. At that point, Taehyung was swaying from side to side, laughing on the floor. Hoseok went first and ended up doing a shot off some poor sucker who definitely got marked by how hard the man had sucked. When the turn reached a random senior whose name slipped Taehyung’s mind, the mouth of the empty bottle had pointed directly at him.
Hoseok let out a holler, “Body shot! Body shot!”
The senior only laughed and quirked an eyebrow at Taehyung who shrugged and lied back down on the couch, everyone else circling around him. Seojoon—Taehyung learned—easily poured himself a drink, before dragging a bit of salt on Taehyung’s fingertips and wedging a lime between his lips. Looking up at Taehyung for permission, he gently pushed Taehyung’s shirt up to place the shot glass right on his tummy.
Seojoon moved quickly, licking up the salt before wrapping his lips around the mouth of the glass and swallowing the entirety of the content. He scooted over with a wince to cover Taehyung's mouth with his, teeth snatching up the lime to rid himself of the crappy aftertaste.
Everyone cheered before hurrying back into the circle for the next turn. Seojoon laughed, helping Taehyung up straight, his hand stroking Taehyung's arm, "Are you okay, Taehyung?"
He made a wonky 'o' with his fingers, "All good, my dude. Nothing like a lit shot."
Seojoon smiled, eyes laughing with mirth. "Of course." The two rejoined the rest with Taehyung still a little shaky on his feet. He was a little grossed out as he wiped away the excess saliva on his skin. Seojoon's tongue had been too slimey for his taste. He wondered what Jeongguk would look like with his tongue on him.
Speak of the devil, he looked up to find Jeongguk regarding him impassively from a distance. The wry curl of his lips had Taehyung frowning. "You good?" Taehyung mouthed.
Jeongguk didn't respond, instead pursing his lips even tighter.
Taehyung couldn't concentrate on the game then, not when Hoseok landed the same poor sucker who had to suffer another hickey or two from the drowsy man. He shot worried glances at the younger across the room who looked barely entertained by his conversation before he finally decided to get up and talk to him. Stumbling over, he reached Jeongguk in record time only to earn a sour look from the girl who was trying to get his attention. When it was clear that Jeongguk had lost all interest in her, she huffed and scurried away.
"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked, hand landing on his arm to comfort but also to support his weight.
Jeongguk, surprisingly, was pouting. A cute little downward tip of his lips that had him resembling a kicked puppy. "Is it bad that I'm a little jealous?"
Maybe it was the alcohol but Taehyung could've sworn he felt his heart inflate at the thought of Jeongguk being jealous. "Of?" he pressed.
"The guy doing a body shot on you."
Taehyung blinked, taken aback. "Oh."
"Forget it," the younger pushed off the wall, looking ready to escape, "it's stupid."
He could barely hold back a smile as his hand caught Jeongguk mid-step. He leaned forward to whisper in Jeongguk's ear, breath hot and heavy, "Will you let me do a shot on you?"
Jeongguk stared at him incredulously. "I, uh, what?"
"A body shot. Will you let me?"
His face glowed an endearing, rosy color. "Hyung," he mumbled, though Taehyung couldn't deny the interest sparkling in his eyes. It was clear that he wanted it, but he was still too shy to ask.
"I need to hear your 'yes,' baby. I won't do it otherwise—"
"Yes," he blurted out in panic.
"Perfect!" Taehyung laughed, dragging Jeongguk to the kitchen to grab the necessities before heading to one of the bedrooms. From a distance, he heard Hoseok called out, "Don't fucking stain my sheets!"
Taehyung grinned, kicking the door closed behind him as his hands were full with all the ingredients needed. The nearly empty bottle of tequila swung in his hands, clear liquid inside swishing with the movement. "Figured you might appreciate the privacy," he shimmied over to Jeongguk who was dawdling awkwardly by the bed. Jeongguk's face softened, confirming his assumptions. The kid wasn't one for big, grand gestures. "Lie down, baby," he instructed gently.
Jeongguk took a deep breath and nodded, shoving off his shoes and lying down stiffly on the soft sheets. Taehyung chuckled lightly at how tense the younger looked. It looked as if Taehyung had put him on his death bed.
"Relax," Taehyung teased, flicking his forehead. He dabbed salt onto his fingers, humming as he searched for the appropriate place to put it. His eyes wandered to Jeongguk straining to look at the ceiling and keep himself calm. Perfect. He smeared the little granules along his neck and stuffed a lime wedge between his lips.
Before Jeongguk could even do anything or take his time to count to ten, Taehyung had latched his lips onto his skin and sucked. He dragged his tongue across the skin to collect the diamonds. The action pulled a moan from Jeongguk's belly, inducing Jeongguk's fingers to curl as he shifted on the bed, tilting his head further to expose his neck more. Taehyung took his time lapping up every bit of salt left on his skin before disappearing completely.
A protest dangled on the tip of his tongue until Taehyung clumsily poured a shot and placed the glass right above his crotch. Jeongguk didn't even have time to comprehend what the fuck just happened before Taehyung pressed the glass down as he took it in his mouth, tipping it back hands-free. It was a reflex for the younger boy to jerk his hips up a bit and whimper.
With the bitterness of tequila still stuck on his buds, Taehyung climbed on top of Jeongguk, laying his body along the length of the other boy's and kissed him. He took the lime, bit into the juice before spitting it to the side and returning his mouth to meet the younger's.
Jeongguk's arms circled him, pressing Taehyung down harder against him. Taehyung felt warm and soft, his body still buzzing with delight and hints of intoxication. It felt so good to be held like this, felt amazing to be kissing the fuck out of Jeongguk. The boy's lips moved expertly with Taehyung's, a symphony that sang in his mind as he twisted his tongue with the other's.
"Fuck, hyung," Jeongguk mumbled, "you're so pretty."
"You're one to talk," Taehyung giggled into his mouth, teeth clashing together and noses bumping inelegantly. "You looked delicious all night, all cute and shit. Did you have fun?"
Jeongguk puckered his lips when Taehyung pulled away, prompting the elder to laugh and lean down to join their lips together again. "Mhmm, I am now."
"Good," Taehyung sighed, "want you to always have fun with me, Guk."
"I always do."
However, Taehyung was quick to fall asleep, adrenaline drained from his body and the temptation of slumber too sweet in Jeongguk's arms.
✥ ✥ ✥
See, there came a point in every person’s life when they reach this stage in the development of a romantic relationship or any relationship at all really. Denial. The reaction could suspend in between positive or negative relative to how they viewed the connection in the first place. Now, Taehyung—Taehyung had just hit the very brink of that stage. The feeling niggled in the back of his mind, always prodding and teasing him.
When he was in the shower, he considered the idea before letting the warm water wash away all thoughts. When he was cooking, he let the sizzle of the pan keep his mind occupied from the strange emotion poking him.
Because no, he wasn’t in love with Jeon Jeongguk. They were business partners. They didn’t have sex for fun (even though fun was basically a guaranteed attachment), they had sex for money. He certainly was not in love with how Jeongguk’s nose crinkled when he smiled, or the way his teeth stood out adorably in his bunny-like grin, and especially not the way he would curl into Taehyung in bed wanting to be the little spoon while Taehyung was happy to oblige.
No, he wasn’t in love.
“You’re in love,” Jimin pointed out, “I can hear your brain going into overdrive from your thinking too much. It’s starting to mess with my head too.”
“I’m not,” he scoffed.
“Look, dude, it’s no big deal. It gets hard to separate sex from love, you know.” And here came the wise old man speech. “If you’re in love, that’s cool too, but don’t try to hold it back. You’re going to be all emotionally constipated.”
Taehyung sputtered, another protest of Jimin’s conclusion on the tip of his tongue, but instead he settled for, “Stop projecting your feelings onto mine.”
A smirk curled on the shorter boy’s lips as he shrugged, “Whatever floats your boat, my friend. I’m just telling you to deal with the feelings now and worry about the rest later.”
“I’m going to head out,” Taehyung muttered, snatching his jacket off the counter along with his keys.
“Tae,” Jimin sighed, “come on, I was kidding.”
He peeked his head around the doorway, quirking an eyebrow. “You were?”
His roommate blinked at him in confusion. “Wait, I thought you were dramatically leaving because you were pissed at me.”
“‘Course not,” Taehyung said, “I was actually going to head over to Jeongguk’s and talk to him.”
“Oh,” Jimin responded quietly, “okay then, have fun.”
“Thanks!” With that, he was jogging down the steps of his apartment, missing how Jimin whispered “he’s growing up so fast” with teary eyes. He plugged in his earphones to keep his mind of pestering thoughts as he made his way to Jeongguk. The last thing he needed was to lose his nerve to talk to the kid about it.
It had been a few days since That Morning. Taehyung had woken up groggy with a blistering heat pasted against his side. With tired eyes, he had scanned the room to realize that he had crashed in the comfort of Hoseok’s wonderfully expensive sheets. The floor was clean aside from an empty shot glass and a drained piece of lime. However, what concerned him more was the man on his side.
Jeongguk’s arm had been loosely thrown across his lap, their legs tangled together in a mess of limbs. His nose was buried in the curve of Taehyung’s neck, lips brushing against his collarbone ever so lightly with kisses of warmth.
He was about to shake the kid awake but Jeongguk looked too peaceful, the creases between his brows gone and leaving him with a serene look that Taehyung didn’t have the heart to disturb. Slowly, he untwisted his body away from Jeongguk to slip out of bed.
On usual days, Jeongguk slept like a log—Taehyung knew this from the many times he had crashed over at the younger’s place to find him dead asleep until the sun was scorching upon the streets. Those days, Taehyung wouldn’t hesitate about moving away and padding over to the kitchen to fulfill his morning cravings.
However, this time, Jeongguk stirred, cracking one eye open to peek at him, “H-hyung?” he stuttered sleepily, hand reaching up to rub his eye.
“You can go back to sleep, Jeongguk-ah,” he said, cracking his neck, “it’s still early.”
“Where are you going?” Jeongguk muttered, beginning to sit up as he blinked drowsily.
Taehyung had the itch to grab his phone and take a picture to immortalize the moment Jeon Jeongguk looked extremely soft, but he held himself back. “Back to my place.”
“I don’t want to stay here alone,” he said, his voice lilting with a bit of a whine. “I’ll go home too,” he murmured, searching the room for his shoes before following Taehyung out the door. His entire body was still heavy with vestiges of sleep. Taehyung had to hold his hand and lead him down the hall before his body could slam into the wall—he really was more worried about the wall.
Deeming Jeongguk unfit to walk home solo, Taehyung decided that lugging him back was probably the best idea. He had half a mind to steal one of the cafeteria’s carts but it wouldn’t be worth the trip. The security guard in Jeongguk’s building knew Taehyung well enough since he dropped by one too many times over the weeks so he only waved understandingly when the two arrived at the door.
He dug around in Jeongguk’s pockets for his keys before stumbling in and dropping the younger onto the bed. Christ, he was sweating. Jeongguk rolled over, groaning and hand reaching out for something. “What do you want, baby?” Taehyung teased, grabbing his hand.
“Stay,” Jeongguk grumbled, “you need sleep too.”
Taehyung laughed softly, “I’ll sleep at my place.”
“You’re already here anyway,” Jeongguk sighed, eyes still closed as he spoke to Taehyung. For a moment, the elder thought that he had fallen asleep but then he peeked an eye open to glare at Taehyung. “Just come sleep with me, there’s enough space for both of us.” He scooted over, back pressing against the wall.
His heart didn’t just beat—it thundered in his chest, lodging up his throat and drying his mouth. There really shouldn’t be anything much to it. They were two friends who had sex—really great sex—for money and just happened to hang out and cuddle from time to time. It would be fine, right?
Ignoring the bells ringing in his head, he finally caved and lied down next to Jeongguk. The younger was out cold almost instantly, his body sticking close to Taehyung as his lips opened and closed in soft snores. Meanwhile, Taehyung had been plagued by troubling thoughts he couldn’t quite name before Jeongguk’s unconscious stroking of his hip lulled him to sleep.
Ever since that morning, the two had been conversing nonstop outside of their meetings, whether it be Jeongguk dropping by Taehyung’s place with takeout or Taehyung crashing over to play games whenever Jimin and Yoongi took over the apartment. He excused his presence at Jeongguk’s place to the consequence of being sexiled, even if he was aware there was something a little bit more.
By the time his memory gave up on him, he snapped out of his thoughts to find himself at the freshman dorm. “Good morning, Taehyung,” the security guard, Jaehyung, greeted him with a smile, “here to see Jeongguk?”
“Ah, yeah,” he laughed awkwardly. He almost forgot why he was here in the first place.
“Well, go on ahead, try not to wake the other residents up.” The implications of Jaehyung’s words didn’t fly over his head and he wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing. Smiling weakly at the older man, he headed over to the elevators and took the ride up to Jeongguk’s floor.
Knocking on his door was a bit more nerve-wracking than he thought it would be. He took a deep breath and brought his hand up only to have the door swing outwards, smacking him straight in the face. “O-oh, shit!” Jeongguk cursed, pulling out his earphones and checking on Taehyung who was groaning in pain, hand covering his nose. “Are you bleeding?”
“Nope,” he flinched, “my perfect nose is just in great agony.”
“Damn, sorry, come on in.” Jeongguk ushered the elder in and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge, wrapping it in a towel before handing it over to Taehyung. “I wasn’t expecting you so early on a weekend.”
“Should’ve given you a heads up,” Taehyung shrank slightly from the cool touch against his face. “Were you going for a run?”
“Yeah, Sunday morning, park’s usually nice and the weather is pretty good.” Jeongguk nodded.
Even when he was suffering, Taehyung could still appreciate how good Jeongguk looked in a muscle-fit shirt and a pair of shorts. Damn. “You go ahead, I’ll wait this out and we can talk when you get back.”
Jeongguk stopped bouncing in place, tilting his head curiously. “Talk? About what?”
“Oh, just this and that,” Taehyung replied vaguely.
Pulling a chair up by the bed and sitting on it backwards, Jeongguk leaned forward on the backrest with a teasing grin. “Now, I’m curious. What’s up?”
“No, go on your run.”
“I’d rather hang with you,” Jeongguk smiled. Taehyung knew it meant nothing more, it was just Jeongguk being the sweet kid that he was, but he couldn’t help his heart from somersaulting from being prioritized.
“It’s really fine, Jeonggukie. I’ll be here when you come back.”
Jeongguk huffed, “Why are you being difficult?” Because he really didn’t want to have this talk now and he was two seconds away from bolting out the door without facing his worries. “I can run another day. Tell me what’s up.”
“I, um,” he started, clearing his throat and placing the freezing packet down, “I’ve been thinking a lot—okay, that’s a lie—I’ve been trying not to think a lot about this. Us.” The latter part of the statement clearly caught the younger’s interest as both of his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Just how things worked out pretty well, you know, for work and stuff.”
Jeongguk seemed to deflate a little bit, lips curling slightly, “For work, yeah.”
“B-but,” Taehyung quickly added, “that’s the thing. I don’t feel like this is work anymore. I mean, I really like being around you and chilling with you. We’ve had a lot of good days and good meals together. It’s been… great.” While Taehyung might’ve been a smooth sweet-talker online, forming words in real life about serious feelings was an effort.
“Right,” Jeongguk nodded slowly.
“What I’m trying to say is that,” he took another deep breath, forcing his heart to stop racing, “I don’t really know what’s going on between us but I like it. I’m not good with differentiating feelings so I honestly can’t tell you if this is just me being high on all the fucking and sexual encounters or whether I’m genuinely, romantically interested in you.” He stopped. “Yeah, that’s it.”
The air was dense with silence for a few seconds as Taehyung ruminated over how he might’ve fucked up this entire thing with Jeongguk while the younger wasn’t saying anything.
“So, let me get this straight,” Jeongguk began this time, “you came here at eight in the morning on a Sunday to tell me that you’re not sure if you want to keep fucking me or whether you want to date me. Or both.”
Well, if he put it that way, it sounded much simpler than the mess coiling in his mind and wringing him dry. He shrugged, “Basically.”
The younger nodded again, seeming to drill this newfound information into his brain while attempting to form a coherent answer. “Why now?” he asked.
“Jimin said he could hear my brain and that I should deal with my feelings now or forever be emotionally constipated.”
A snort escaped Jeongguk’s lips as he leaned back a little, crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay, then I have a question of my own if you’re willing to answer.” Taehyung gestured as if to fire away. “If I told you I liked you and wanted to date you, not just sex but the romantic shit, whole honeymoon package included, what do you say?”
Taehyung could feel the heat licking up his face as he ducked down, gaze boring into the floor. “I’ll answer non-hypothetical questions.”
Jeongguk’s lips twitched, “Wow, you’re really making it hard on me, aren’t you?” He sighed, “Alright. I like you and want to date you, not just sex, but the entire honeymoon package. Do you want that too?”
Wow, he wasn’t expecting that. The Jeongguk he knew was a little shyer, a little quieter, maybe a bit cocky when he was drunk or teasing. But the Jeongguk before him went in straight for the kill, dropping a bomb that had his heart shriveling up and chest tightening. “Um,” he paused, “I don’t know.” Taehyung figured he must’ve looked as if he was thinking too hard, overreaching for answers he couldn’t quite grasp and perhaps didn’t even have.
“Okay” was Jeongguk’s next response.
“Okay? That’s it?” He was obviously beyond baffled that the younger hadn’t pushed further for an answer after such a gutsy confession.
Jeongguk placed his hand on Taehyung’s head, patting the soft mop of hair. “I’m not going to push you into anything you’re not ready for, hyung. Take your time to figure it out, I’ll be here waiting.”
Taehyung was left speechless by his words, lips parting with no words coming out. Jeongguk stood up, stretching his body.
“Was that everything you wanted to talk about?” Jeongguk questioned, beginning to jump on his feet again.
“Cool,” he grinned, “well, you’re free to stick around and sleep or chill. I’m going to go for a quick run, probably be back in an hour. Then we can grab food, that sound good?”
Shit, Taehyung never thought he would find Jeongguk being dominant outside of bed so hot. He chewed on his bottom lip and nodded, watching expectantly at the sweet sliver of Jeongguk’s stomach exposed itself when the boy extended his arms into the air. He waited even more expectantly when Jeongguk stepped towards him, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Taehyung’s forehead.
His brain just shut down.
“I’ll see you later, hyung,” he smiled then left the room.
What the fuck just happened?
✥ ✥ ✥
After Taehyung’s half of an epiphany, he perhaps began seeing things through rose-colored glasses, started holding onto little hints with glimmers of hope. Jeongguk was here, there, and everywhere. He could be sleeping on Taehyung’s bed or stretched along Taehyung’s couch or sitting by his desk as Taehyung took over his floor.
He was always there.
Even when he wasn’t. Even in nights when Taehyung couldn’t sleep, he found himself idiotically scrolling through their past messages, smiling stupidly, or roaming his blog to see what he was up to. He found his mind filled with one man and one man only. Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk. His face played like a film in his mind, reminding him that this boy was real and tangible and beautiful.
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:03 AM ]
I see you liking my stuff
Why aren’t you asleep?
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, a soft sound that rang a little too loud in his ears.
Taehyung [ 1:04 AM ]
Bored, your blog was on my dash
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:04 AM ]
You missing me?
With break just around the corner, professors and classes had been piling up the workload for all the students, the two hadn’t met up quite as often as they were used to. It had been on Taehyung’s mind—Jeongguk’s absence that was—and he didn’t like how much it bothered him to not be seeing him everyday. Before Taehyung replied, Jeongguk had already sent another text.
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:06 AM ]
Do you want ice cream?
He laughed because Jeongguk was being ridiculous.
Taehyung [ 1:06 AM ]
I thought I was funny
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:07 AM ]
I’m not kidding
There’s this 24 hour dessert bar
Got all the good shit
Taehyung [ 1:07 AM ]
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:07 AM ]
My treat, come on
I miss you
Perhaps this was overdue karma coming after him for teasing Jeongguk so much. It was the younger’s turn to have him blushing down to his toes. He pulled on a jacket and quickly typed in a response.
Taehyung [ 1:08 AM ]
Where is this place?
Jeonggukkie ♡ [ 1:08 AM ]
Meet me downstairs
True to his word, when Taehyung’s feet landed on the first floor—and that had taken two minutes flat from the second he decided he was going—the first thing he saw was Jeongguk leaning against the door, music pinging from his phone from the game he was playing. “Jeongguk,” he breathed.
And it was as if the days that had gone by missing with him, all the craving that came attached to that, disappeared when he wrapped his arms around Jeongguk. It felt safe, it felt warm. Jeongguk only tensed for the briefest moment before he returned the embrace, “Hey, hyung.”
“Ice cream at one, huh?” he murmured into Jeongguk’s neck. There was something about being the same height as the boy, putting them on equal footing. Taehyung had had people taller and shorter than him, a couple with similar heights, but there was something about Jeongguk’s frame that made him just right. The perfect fit.
“Missed you too much,” Jeongguk whispered back earnestly.
Taehyung tightened his hold around him, “Let’s get dessert then.”
Because Taehyung had spent the entire week miserable over internship applications, he decided that that night was as good as any other to treat himself to a grilled banana split sundae and feel gross about it. Jeongguk had selected a honeycomb, strawberry sundae that Taehyung had been eyeing as his second choice.
“Honey for my honey,” Taehyung teased.
The end of Jeongguk’s lips tipped up ever so slightly as he leaned down to nip Taehyung’s earlobe. “Don’t tempt me, I might confess to you again and not let you get away this time.”
Jesus Christ. Taehyung backtracked out of there so fast, stuttering and stumbling over his footsteps when they reached their table. The place was relatively empty aside from a few other patrons who were enjoying sweet treats of their own. Both of them fell into easy conversation, catching up over lost time. This felt good, this felt normal.
When their food arrived, Taehyung had instantly begun digging in, offering some to Jeongguk too with a wiggle of his spoonful of gooey, sugared treat. The spoon had disappeared into the younger’s mouth as he let the flavor sink into his flavor buds before nodding his approval.
“So, we’ve had a good response for the videos,” Taehyung smiled. Two weeks after dropping the pre-order and marketing it like insanely, they finally revealed the video for the purchasers along with the bonuses included. Taehyung had gotten more than a handful of messages from his followers, anonymous or not, about how much they loved the video, how hot it was, and how authentic it looked.
“Mhmm,” Jeongguk nodded, scooping up a strawberry and flinging it over to Taehyung’s bowl. The elder grinned appreciatively. “I got people asking me how to get in on the action.”
That invoked a laugh from Taehyung’s lips. “Yeah, I saw some of those. It’s interesting to see what people like when they hide behind a screen.”
“Got a few suggestions too for our next video.”
Next video. Taehyung had definitely thought about it, but he didn’t think they would be talking about it so soon. Getting to know Jeongguk the past few months had been more natural than anything. They never felt like a business partners from the very beginning, which could probably be blamed on Taehyung’s lack of boundaries.
He wasn’t so sure how to feel about a next video.
“Hyung, you good?”
“Huh, oh yeah,” he finally yanked himself out of his thoughts, “just thinking.”
“The next video.”
Jeongguk nodded slowly, “Do you want to make another one? We haven’t really messed around in a while.”
“Do you want one?”
The younger’s lips quirked up, holding back a smile. “I asked you the same thing.”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung mumbled.
“Sex with me that bad?”
The waitress who had been walking past had startled with a gasp before picking up the pace of her footsteps. Taehyung chuckled, “It’s not that. It’s just… different, don’t you think? Now that we’ve said what we’ve said.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Jeongguk reasoned, “I’m still down to make videos if you’re up for it, good money for you too.”
“I do,” he said slowly, “but I—um—I also like being with you so I don’t want to make things awkward.”
“You’re not going to lose me, Taehyung.” Jeongguk’s voice was reassuring, gentle yet stern. “We’re friends first and foremost and I won’t let that change.”
Taehyung’s lips pinched, his expression distorting to one of chagrin.
“What’s with that face?” Jeongguk laughed.
“How are you so calm and mature about all this? I’m the hyung here!”
That pulled another snicker from him. “Age does not define emotional maturity.”
“You’re not mature, you blush a lot.”
Jeongguk made a face, “There’s no correlation between that.”
“I miss being the one teasing you and making you all embarrassed,” Taehyung said sullenly, mouth curling downwards.
“You want me to go back to that? ‘Cause that means I hadn’t realized I was super into you yet, like really, really into you.”
Did Taehyung want that? Honestly, it might’ve been easier if the two of them lived in denial for the rest of their lives and probably end up growing old alone with a ton of puppies and kitties. But there was also that what if hanging onto his heart, the possibility of more.
Jeongguk smiled softly, “I know what I want and, when I have that figured out, the only thing left to do is go for it. I want you and now the ball is in your hands.”
After they paid the bill, Jeongguk insisting that it was fine, the two walked back first to Taehyung’s place—again under Jeongguk’s insistence that he wanted to walk him back. The air was a little colder and Taehyung couldn’t help but notice the slight shake in Jeongguk’s shoulders.
“You idiot,” he grumbled, unraveling his scarf before tossing it around the younger’s neck. “It’s colder tonight, why would you only go out in a sweater?” He wrapped it tightly around him up to his nose.
Jeongguk tucked his face into the soft fabric, breathing in the warmth and Taehyung’s scent. “Thanks, hyung,” he said with voice stifled in the muffler.
They arrived at Taehyung’s doorstep and Jeongguk was about to pull off the scarf when Taehyung stopped him. “Keep it.” The heat from earlier seemed to have started to melt away, leaving his heart a little colder and bitter.
Jeongguk lingered by the doorstep and neither of them made a move to leave. “So, uh, I’ll get going then,” he finally said.
“I guess,” Taehyung coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
When the younger realized that Taehyung wasn’t going to make a move to invite him in, his expression dropped for a minuscule of a second. “Alright, I’ll see you around, Tae.”
Taehyung watched Jeongguk take one step, then two, three, four—“Wait!”
Jeongguk turned around to find Taehyung hastening down the steps of his building, coming up to him as he nervously gulped. “Y-you know, this is basically our third date. Or fourth, if you count the party.”
“Okay,” Jeongguk frowned in confusion.
Taehyung looked up to the sky for strength. “And,” he continued, “you said you don’t sext until the third date.” Jeongguk’s eyes lit up in recollection and a hint of amusement. “Well, we’re past that so—”
“Are you inviting me to come up? Like to sext in real life?”
“Only if you don’t have class tomorrow!” Taehyung interrupted then muttering, “Education comes first.”
Jeongguk chuckled, pulling down his scarf as he stepped closer to the elder, brushing his nose against the other’s. “You’re fucking cute, Tae,” he whispered, “and also fucking cold so let’s get you inside, yeah?”
Taehyung nodded obediently and accepted Jeongguk’s extended hand, their fingers intertwined to capture warmth as they walked into the building. At this time of night, the other residents were fast asleep. Jimin had told him that he was staying over at a friend’s that day, which probably meant Yoongi. The stairs creaked aloud underneath their footsteps, but it was nothing compared to how blaring his heartbeats were. He unlocked his door with shaky hands and let Jeongguk in, shrugging off his coat and hung it by the door.
When he finally faced Jeongguk, the other was regarding him with a look Taehyung couldn’t quite decipher, not until he pressed Taehyung up against the wall, drawing a whimper from his lips. “J-Jeongguk,” he whispered, voice too loud in the quiet apartment.
“Hm?” Jeongguk hummed back.
“Please,” Taehyung’s thin fingers caught Jeongguk’s shirt to tug him closer but he wasn’t budging.
“Need to hear that ‘yes,’ baby,” Jeongguk giggled. This was payback, this was definitely payback for all the times Taehyung had messed with him.
“I want you,” Taehyung gasped when Jeongguk ran his teeth over the skin of his neck.
His brain had short-circuited when Jeongguk’s lips clung onto him to suck and bite and nibble, his mind a tangled mess of desire and desperation. “Anywhere, kitchen, my bed—fuck, anywhere is fine.”
“I want your bed,” Jeongguk chuckled, finally bringing his lips back up to Taehyung’s. The kiss was deep and sweet, tasting of honey and berries and Jeongguk—everything Taehyung adored. It was hypnotizing and addicting and he couldn’t get enough when Jeongguk pushed his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth, stroking the walls and had Taehyung’s knees buckling. His arm quickly swooped around the elder’s body as he tugged Taehyung towards him. “So pretty,” he mumbled, finally lifting him up and wrapping his legs around Jeongguk’s waist.
Jeongguk was a god confirmed. He carried him easily, like lifting the air in his hands. Shouldering the door open, he slowly placed Taehyung on the bed, lips exploring the elder’s face, along his jaw and down to his neck. Jeongguk’s teeth sank down in spots Taehyung knew would leave marks. But he didn’t care, not when Jeongguk’s mouth felt so, so good on him, leaving flames to lick up his entire body.
“J-Jeongguk,” Taehyung stammered weakly, “want you, want your mouth.”
“On mine.” His answer left Jeongguk a bit stunned as he smiled and obliged, moving upwards again to move his lips against Taehyung in the same tempo of his heartbeat pounding in his chest.
The two kissed and kissed for what felt like hours, tasting each other, hands drifting over skin and clothes. By the time Jeongguk pulled away for breath, they had been partly undressed, leaving Taehyung in his boxers and Jeongguk shirtless.
“Do you want me to go hard or soft, baby?” Jeongguk murmured against his skin, shifting his body downwards again so his mouth was hovering over Taehyung’s chest.
Just as Taehyung muttered “soft,” Jeongguk’s lips enclosed around a nipple, triggering a pleasured gasp from the elder. He tongued the sensitive bud and flicked it until it grew pert in his mouth. Jeongguk nibbled lightly and relished in the feel and sight of Taehyung shuddering underneath him, his tanned fingers tangled in Jeongguk’s hair to push him down harder.
Jeongguk alternated his hand and mouth between Taehyung’s pretty pink peaks, licking and lapping up his nipples until both were sore and Taehyung was left whining with his cock leaking and staining his boxers.
“Guk, p-please,” he cried, “I want you in me, want you to fuck me.”
Jeongguk nodded obediently, because how could he ever say no to Taehyung when he was sweet and whimpering like this? He pulled out a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer the elder always kept it in and then turned to Taehyung, “Condom?”
Taehyung shook his head furiously, biting down on his bottom lip, “I want to feel you.”
“We can always use ultra thin ones,” Jeongguk teased and the other threw him a scathing glare. “Okay, okay, what an impatient baby boy.”
“Mmm,” Taehyung hummed, “call me that again.”
“What? Baby boy?”
“You know how I like it,” he giggled which prompted Jeongguk to grin stupidly, bunny teeth and all.
The younger shook his head, “Unbelievable, he’s back only when we have sex.”
“We aren’t having sex right now, are we? That’s ‘cause you’re taking way too lo—” The rest of his sentence was swallowed up by Jeongguk who’s had enough of the other’s rambling. He pulled away from a resistant Taehyung long enough to undo his pants and shove them aside along with his underwear.
Taehyung’s mouth watered at the sight because, no matter how many times they’ve done this, Jeongguk never failed to leave him breathless. “One of these days, I’m going to give you the suck of your life,” Taehyung blurted out.
The promise of a future had the two of them smiling unconsciously. “I’ll be looking forward to it then,” Jeongguk whispered, squeezing a generous amount of lube on his fingers and letting it warm up before he pushed Taehyung’s legs up and over his shoulders, his deft digits sliding into Taehyung’s hole. It didn’t take too long to prep him and Jeongguk was three fingers deep by the time Taehyung snapped at him to get on with it. “Jesus, never knew you could be such a demanding little fuck,” Jeongguk muttered.
Taehyung whined again, “W-want you in me. Fuck me.”
Jeongguk took a deep breath before using the lube to slick up his own cock, the sound nasty and obscene just the way Taehyung liked it. He had seen it in videos but it was always better to see it in real life. “Okay, baby, open up for me,” Jeongguk softly grinned before positioning himself at the entrance of Taehyung’s puckered hole. He dragged the tip seeping with precome along the rim, loving how Taehyung squirmed underneath him.
“You’re such a dick,” Taehyung growled, and Jeongguk only responded with a laugh.
He pushed the tip in, groaning at how Taehyung immediately squeezed around him. “Shit, such a good ass,” he moaned, sliding all the way in until he was buried to the hilt. Taehyung had missed this, missed messing around with Jeongguk in both senses of the phrase. “Such a good, tight baby.”
Jeongguk buried himself deep inside Taehyung again and again, the friction burning and leaving him with wanton lust that only drove him to pound into Taehyung even faster. Taehyung was thrashing on the bed, begging Jeongguk to give it to him harder. “Just like that, mmph,” he whimpered, “want more, harder. Fuck me open, baby.”
“Such a slut, Tae,” Jeongguk snarled, fucking him faster and harder. His hands grabbed Taehyung’s hips with bruising pressure. The vulgar sound of Jeongguk’s cock sliding into him again and again and the slapping of their hips together had Taehyung turning and stifling his moans into his pillow. But Jeongguk leaned forward, capturing his lips again. Their kisses were sloppy and clumsy, had Jeongguk laughing into Taehyung’s mouth to complement his giggles.
Jeongguk’s fingers slipped from his hips and to Taehyung’s cock, wrapping around the length and tugging at it to see the white liquid oozing from the tip. It really was a pretty sight and Jeongguk wish he could’ve recorded this, as he told Taehyung.
“N-no,” Taehyung mewled, “not this one. Another video for another time. Right now, I only want you.”
“Shit, Tae,” Jeongguk moaned, the rumble from deep in his chest, “you can’t say things like that and not expect me to fall in love with you. Again.”
Taehyung’s words hiccuped in his throat as Jeongguk kissed him again, fucking into him while simultaneously allowing Taehyung to slip into his hand. It wasn’t long before Taehyung was coming all over his hands and stomach, white painting his gorgeous skin.
“Hnngh, where do you want me, baby?”
Taehyung was too spent but he managed to muster enough energy to push Jeongguk to stand on his knees before him. Taehyung opened his mouth, tongue sticking out. “In my mouth, want you to come on my face.”
“Christ,” Jeongguk groaned, “that’s the sexiest thing.” Taehyung pumped Jeongguk’s cock, squeezing and running his thumb over the tip until Jeongguk’s come was splattering all over his face and across his eyelids and cheeks. Jeongguk’s moan echoed in the empty room as Taehyung continued to stroke him to milk him dry.The elder’s tongue darted out to lick at the corners of his lips, tasting the other man.
Taehyung rested back against the headboard, panting with his heavy lungs as he closed his eyes and let the weariness to tide over him. “I’m sleepy now,” Taehyung mumbled petulantly, ready to curl up.
Jeongguk, with shaky legs like a newborn fawn, told him to wait as he padded over to the bathroom. Taehyung took his time to appreciate how good the man’s ass looked as he walked away. The younger returned moments later, warm, wet cloth in hand as he tipped Taehyung’s chin up to wipe the come off his face. “As pretty as you are like this, I don’t want you to fall asleep with my come all over you.”
“I like it though,” Taehyung pouted.
A laugh sounded from Jeongguk’s lips as he finished wiping off Taehyung’s face then moved on to clean the rest of his body. While Taehyung was stretched out messily on the bed, happily taking in the pampering Jeongguk was offering, the younger was seated by his bedside, concentrating on ensuring that Taehyung would be as squeaky clean as he could be.
Taehyung let out a hiss when Jeongguk rubbed the cloth over his sensitive hole, “W-wait, not there.”
“It’s gross, Tae.” Jeongguk’s nose scrunched up as he wiped off what was left of the lube. “Okay, now you can go to sleep.”
“Thank you, baby,” Taehyung murmured then stuck out his lips. Jeongguk laughed, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against it. Jeongguk cleaned himself off before he hovered by the bed, seeming deep in thought. Taehyung frowned at him, patting the spot next to him, “What are you doing? Get in here.”
“Is it okay if I stay?” The look on Taehyung’s face must’ve shown what the fuck because the younger laughed, proceeding to clarify himself, “Fuck buddies don’t usually stay.”
The elder scoffed, “Get rid of your weird ideas and get your ass here. Fuck buddies can sleep together and cuddle after sex.”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, sliding underneath the covers next to him. Taehyung hummed happily and pressed closer to him, lips kissing his chest. With Jeongguk’s arm around him and the younger’s chin tucked above his head, Taehyung fell asleep dreamlessly but peacefully.
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Taehyung always thought he was more of a spontaneous choice-maker, exhibit A was his porn blog, exhibit B was his porn blog entrepreneurship. His impulsivity has kept him going thus far, making him decide on that had worked or things that hadn't, but none he regretted.
However, Jeongguk was different. He needed to consider it properly. He knew how to work his numbers and statistics but there were too many variables and possible outcomes involved when it came to Jeon Jeongguk. Some might say he should take the risk, but he also wasn't an idiot.
What he needed was a calculated risk, one he's deliberated for any—
“You're staring and thinking, two things that are freaking me out.”
Jeongguk’s voice drew him away from whatever numbers he was running through his mind. The boy had been sound asleep when Taehyung woke up at the ass crack of ten in the morning. He could've moved, he should've moved, but he didn't. Instead he laid there, tangled in Jeongguk’s arms, and counting how many eyelashes he had (too many and too pretty).
“Hm?” Taehyung hummed innocently.
Jeongguk tightened his arm around Taehyung and Taehyung really shouldn't be letting his heart take control, doing backflips and acrobatics, with such a small gesture. “Go back to sleep,” the younger grunted, “the sun isn't even up yet.”
“It is, I just have really dark curtains.”
“Hmm, must be new, never noticed,” Jeongguk hummed, his eyes closing once again as he pulled the blanket up higher to their necks.
Taehyung punched his stomach lightly, not that he could even feel it. “That's cause you only wake up when I open them, ass.”
“You love my ass.”
The word ‘love’ was a good kick, wasn't it? Although it was obvious that Jeongguk was just teasing him, he still hid his face in his chest. If only he had looked up for a brief moment longer, he would’ve noticed the knowing curl on Jeongguk’s lips.
When he woke up hours later, Jeongguk was nowhere to be found. The sheets where he had slept were still warm, indicating that it hadn’t been long since he left. Taehyung tried to urge away his disappointment and instead shuffled into his slippers, walking over to the kitchen. There was a savory scent that was wafting through the air, that had his mouth watering.
“Jimin, didn’t know you came back already—”
However, the sound of different sets of laughter had him halting in the doorway. Yoongi was seated next to Jimin who was giggling at something Taehyung hadn’t caught. Jeongguk was working the pan like the winner of Masterchef and serving plates to the two who were happily taking in everything they were given.
“Morning, Taetae,” Jimin chirped, mouthful of what seemed to be pancakes. Taehyung noticed then that Yoongi had his arm wrapped around his quote unquote boyfriend’s (this was to be determined) waist.
Taehyung nodded his greeting back at his roommate, but he was more focused on the toasty atmosphere in the kitchen. While his apartment has always felt like home with Jimin, the other two seemed to amplify the effect, making the room seem even more heart-warming than usual.
“Hey, hyung, want breakfast—or, well, lunch?” Jeongguk grinned, already cracking open another egg that fizzed on the oil-slicked surface of the skillet.
“Yeah, that would be… great.” He must’ve sounded more puzzled than anything, looked it too, as he came up to the stove where Jeongguk was working away the eggs like a pro.
Jimin groaned in the back, “Damn, if I knew you were this good of a cook, I would’ve asked you to live with me instead of Tae.”
“Hey!” Taehyung scolded accompanied by the displeased grunt that bubbled from Yoongi’s throat.
Jeongguk laughed, causing a light tickle in Taehyung’s heart. “It’s just breakfast. I can only make breakfast.”
“Bet Tae would love that,” Jimin flashed a grin, “he’s always complaining that his breakfast menu is boring and here you are, a knight in shining armor, with a whole five-course morning meal ready for all of us.”
While Jimin busied himself with feeding Yoongi, Taehyung pressed up against Jeongguk’s side, the warmth of their arms touching. “Thought you left,” Taehyung murmured quietly. He wasn’t so sure why he sounded so small and timid until Jeongguk slid an arm around his waist and dipped his head to drop a kiss on Taehyung’s temple. His heart lurched in his chest as if reaching for the younger boy.
Jeongguk hummed his disagreement, “Nah, I wouldn’t do that. Fuck buddies can stay right?”
Somehow, the label left an uncomfortable feeling in Taehyung’s gut. They were both perfectly aware that they had crossed the boundaries between sex, friendship, and love, and Taehyung didn’t want to degrade Jeongguk to such a level when he was definitely more.
Taehyung only leaned his head against Jeongguk’s shoulder. “What are you making?”
“Just scrambled, do you want something else?”
“Scrambled is good,” he muttered. Scrambled was his eggs, scrambled was the state of his mind. It seemed apt.
“Did you sleep well?” Jeongguk nudged his head slightly to tell Taehyung to scoot so the younger could reach for a few spices from the shelf.
Taehyung nodded, “Yeah, fell asleep again so it was nice.” The arm that remained around his body had him curling deeper into Jeongguk’s hold as Jeongguk picked up a bit of the eggs with his fork and lifted it to the elder’s lips. Taehyung blew on it lightly before his lips closed in around the utensil. Jeongguk murmured, “Good?” as Taehyung eagerly grinned at him, “It’s delicious.”
“I think I’m gonna gag,” Jimin actually gagged behind them. Taehyung tossed a glare over his shoulder while Jeongguk kept his attention on the pan in front of him, but his arm slid away from Taehyung. “I thought we were saps,” Jimin mumbled to Yoongi who pinched his side, earning a satisfying yelp.
Jeongguk moved the food to a plate before setting it on the counter. “Alright, that’s all mouths fed. I’m going to head out because I have class in an hour. I’ll see you all later, yeah?” He grabbed his phone off the counter and spared a glance at Taehyung, a signal to beckon him to the door.
He didn’t even need to ask. Taehyung followed him to the front door as Jeongguk slid into his shoes. “But you said—”
“Never said I didn’t have class,” Jeongguk laughed, “said you’re fucking cute, which is still true just for your information.”
Taehyung blushed, pushing at his shoulder, “You shouldn’t have come in then. Education first.”
The repetition of his warning from last night was definitely weaker as Jeongguk leaned down to brush a gentle, brief kiss on his lips. “I heard you,” he said softly, “I’ll catch you later.”
“Dinner?” Taehyung asked.
“Gotta meet Namjoon-hyung after class,” Jeongguk smiled apologetically.
The elder really tried not to let his disappointment show. Jeongguk had a life outside of him after all. He had to be reasonable. “What time do you finish? I’m free the entire day so I can meet you whenever.”
“Maybe—” Jeongguk started.
A billion different, negative possibilities of maybes ran through Taehyung’s head at the same time. Maybe not tonight. Maybe, I’m a little tired. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe… maybe we should take a break from each other.
“Hyung, you okay?” Jeongguk’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“Did you hear me?"
“What did you say?”
Jeongguk’s lips quirked up, “I said, maybe we can hang at nine?”
Oh. “Oh.” Taehyung blinked at him, seemingly in a daze, which confused the younger even more. “Nine works. We can get takeout if you haven’t eaten.”
The creases on Jeongguk’s face melted away as he smiled, “Alright. I’ll see you at nine.” Just as he stepped out the door, Taehyung felt as if he had been left hanging. He stood by the doorway as Jeongguk slowly disappeared down the steps. Heart heavy in his chest, Taehyung knew he shouldn’t be expecting much because they were friends who just happened to have plenty of benefits.
Thumping that grew louder up the steps halted him from closing the door. Jeongguk had returned a little breathlessly.
“Did you forget something?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, coming up to Taehyung, cupping his cheeks, and pulling him in for a kiss. Jeongguk’s lips tasted of salt and maple syrup, the greatest combination of flavors. He kissed Taehyung softly then deeply, just enough to have the elder’s lips tingling for more when he pulled away.
Taehyung attempted to suppress his smile, but that was proving to be difficult when Jeongguk was grinning at him stupidly with his cute teeth. “That was so cheesy.”
“You liked it,” Jeongguk chuckled.
Taehyung did. Taehyung really did.
“I’ll see you tonight.” He gave a wave of his fingers before jogging down the steps and out the door for real that time.
Taehyung really was trying to ignore Cupid singing a crappy, old romance song about falling in love in the back of his mind, but it was like a broken record that won’t leave him alone. What Taehyung needed to do was think about this with a clear head—and maybe a bit of alcohol to bring out the honesty from within him.
Returning to the kitchen certainly didn’t help when Jimin was giving him a look—the look—that was both questioning and knowing. “You guys full?” he snapped with a rather unkind voice.
“Yep, your boyfriend fed us well,” Jimin beamed.
“Not my boyfriend.”
Taehyung glared at him, “Don’t push it.”
“I don’t know why you’re holding back on the kid honestly,” Jimin huffed, turning a deaf ear to Yoongi’s warning with his name. “He’s really nice, he can cook, he has a great dick judging by how you look like you’ve entered heaven every time you guys sleep together. Plus, you’re both annoyingly cute together so I don’t know what more you want."
“It’s not that simple,” Taehyung slumped on the counter, spooning whatever yogurt mix Jeongguk had prepared earlier. It was sweet and delicious, a fresh tangy taste that had his taste buds thrilled.
“I think you’re just making it difficult.”
Taehyung pouted, “I just want to be sure of my feelings first before I jump into anything. We’re great together but—” he took a deep breath “—I don’t want to end up leaving him high and dry if turns out this was all just the post-high from sex.”
“You’re right,” Yoongi added this time, resulting in Jimin scoffing at him. “I think Taehyung’s trying to be rational so I think that’s good on him too. Jeongguk’s great but let’s give the both of them some space.” Yoongi’s words might have been soft but there was a finality to it that had Jimin clamping his mouth shut sulkily.
“Fine,” Jimin drew out with a groan, “but just so you know, he’s super duper nice.”
“You said that already.” Taehyung hadn’t realized that he had cleaned out the yogurt bowl before he began forking at the pancakes which he assumed Jeongguk had prepared as well.
There was an impish grin on Jimin’s face as he twirled his spoon in his roommate’s face. “I told him he should try playing hard to get, avoid you and give you distance and all, make you realize you don’t know what you’re missing until it’s gone and all that jazz.”
What the fuck? He couldn’t believe— “You said what?”
“Calm down,” Jimin huffed, “it was just a thought and I figured it could’ve worked. But you know what he said?” Taehyung sealed his lips, waiting for him to continue. “He said he didn’t want to hurt you like that, he wanted to make sure you know he’s being serious about you and that he wasn’t playing around. Said all this with the reddest face. He was so cute, I almost fell in love.”
Oh God. Taehyung could feel his heart lodge in his throat, tears beginning to form in his eyes. His lips quivered and he bit down on them stubbornly to stop them from giving away how vulnerable he felt at that moment. His mind was filled with Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk. How was he supposed to face him now? All Jeongguk has been to him was genuine and all Taehyung had been doing was resisting everything both his heart and mind was telling him.
That he was undeniably in love with Jeon Jeongguk.
“Fuck,” he cursed, groaning as he knocked his head against the counter.
“I’m not trying to guilt trip you, I swear. But I just wanted you to see his side too,” Jimin smiled.
“I love him,” Taehyung blurted out, forehead glowing a bright cherry when he looked up.
Jimin and Yoongi stared at him, unmoving.
“I love him,” he said again, “fuck, I really love him.”
“Well, that was easier than I thought,” Jimin muttered under his breath.
“I have to tell him,” he breathed, grabbing his phone and was about to rush out the door to profess his undying love to Jeongguk, when Jimin caught his arm.
The shorter boy cocked an eyebrow, “Slow down, tiger. Kid has class. He would probably shit himself along with the rest of the class if you told him you love him right now."
“Shit, you’re right,” Taehyung said as if this was brand new information. “Okay, I’ll wait. I’m going to just… go to my room. Yeah, I’ll wait.”
As Taehyung left the room for his own, Yoongi turned to his boyfriend (now this was confirmed), “You think he’s going to be okay?”
“He’s going to be just fine.”
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Now, Taehyung wouldn't call himself an anxious person. He was rather confident in his decisions and actions no matter how reckless they might be. However, out of everything he's done in his life, and that included a lot of stupid choices he had come to list out as things to never repeat, this was perhaps his most stressful one yet.
Standing in front of a studio holding a bouquet of flowers might not have been his best idea considering how shady it looked in the dead of night. The sun had set a while ago, cloaking the city in shadows. Street lamps casted illumination upon the gravel streets as the trees rustled in the wind. Dirt crunched underneath his shoes with every step he took.
He had been fidgeting for a good half an hour or so. Having arrived just a couple of minutes before nine, he had been pacing the street outside in thought, wondering how he would pace the night to guarantee a success. However, Jeongguk had sent him a message minutes later, apologizing that he was going to be a little bit late with a billion crying emoticons. He’s such a sweetheart. Thus, while waiting for him, all Taehyung could do was stand by the stairs leading up to the studio, holding onto his flowers.
The security guard of the studio had given him the stink-eye a few times even though he's explained several times that he was there to take his “boyfriend” out on a proper date.
Taehyung had been wandering by the edge of a park next to the building, hand buried in his jacket. The night air was chilly and he still shivered in his thick coat. It was a little after half past nine when Jeongguk appeared in the doorway, silhouetted by the white background of the studio's inside. He twisted his head around a few times in search of Taehyung, eyes scanning his surroundings. It was then that Taehyung stepped out of the shadows, producing a scream from Jeongguk.
"Christ," he choked, clutching the strap of his bag tightly, "you scared me. What in the world are you doing?"
The elder looked a little sheepish, shifting on his feet. "Sorry, I got here at nine when you told me you were going to be late."
Jeongguk's lips parted, eyes blowing up in huge circles to emphasize the coffee color of his irises. "You've been standing out here the entire time?" The downturn of his lips exposed his obvious concern, which had Taehyung biting his tongue to stop himself from smiling too much. Jeongguk came up to the older boy, taking Taehyung's hands in his and rubbing them in between his own. He puffed out heated breaths from between his lips to warm him up. He frowned intently, seeming so focused at the task at hand instead of Taehyung himself. "You must've been freezing. You should've told me, I could've let you in."
Taehyung shrugged, smiling, "Nah, it was fine. I didn't mind.” Although his dick was probably frozen to the point of boner restriction, he didn’t have the heart to tell Jeongguk, not when the boy was practically oozing with remorse.
Maybe his guilt had blinded him too much, but Jeongguk hadn't noticed until he heard the crinkling of plastic when he crushed Taehyung in a hug. The younger quickly pulled away at the sound, holding Taehyung at arm's length, "O-oh shit, sorry. Were you going to give these to someone? Damn, I might've messed them up." He scrutinized the colorful petals for any ruined ones.
"For you," Taehyung said, holding them up.
It was always a treat to watch how Jeongguk's face could morph so fast. His brows furrowed, his forehead crinkling as he tried to digest the gesture. His lips opened, no words coming out for a few seconds before he blurted out, "What? For me?"
"We're on our fifth date and I've never gotten you flowers, so here they are," Taehyung smiled, "no roses for now because I'm a little short on money but for our first wedding anniversary, sure. But for now, I hope you’ll settle for these.” Taehyung didn't think the flowers would make that much of a difference but he was proven wrong when Jeongguk's eyes glistened with unshed tears and his lips—his cute pouty lips—quivered. "Oh my god, Guk, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm just—oh my fuck—this was just so surprising?" Jeongguk commented, more confused than anything, "I never expected—damn, this is so nice." The younger was turning the bouquet around in his hands, looking at them from all the different angles before raising his phone to snap a few pics. Taehyung had never seen anyone cry over flowers aside from his mother on his parents' thirtieth wedding anniversary, so this was a reaction he didn't anticipate. "Thanks, hyung, really. This is sweet of you."
Taehyung was too stunned to open his mouth until he was blinking out of his daze, "Uh, yeah, it's no problem."
Jeongguk laughed, rubbing his eyes, pretending they were itchy instead of sparkling with tears. "Sorry, the wind was strong there, got a little teary."
"Mhmm," Taehyung grinned, “sure, the wind.”
"Stop," Jeongguk whined, hugging the bouquet close to him, "you have to know that I'm easily touched."
"Oh, I know, you cried watching Hachiko."
"You did too!"
"Not on my fifth time!"
Jeongguk's lips turned into a sour sulk, "It's Hachiko, you can't not cry."
"Alright, baby," Taehyung softly chuckled, patting his head, "let's go get food."
Taehyung had actually wanted to do his entire plan in the coffee shop where they first met, maybe throw out cheap, plastic rose petals all over the floor and buy him food, but things didn't always work out as well as they did in stories. The café had closed hours ago, leaving him to desperately seek another spot to be a little more sentimental.
"Where are we going?" Jeongguk asked, clutching the flowers as if they would wilt away if he didn't.
"I was thinking I could cook dinner at my place. Jimin's out for the day and I got groceries earlier," Taehyung shrugged, praying hard on the inside that Jeongguk would agree.
"Oh, that works," Jeongguk nodded, "do you need help though? I can cook."
Taehyung scoffed, flicking his arm, "You're my guest, my date, I can't let you cook."
"Date, huh?" The younger's grin was too contagious that Taehyung found himself smiling stupidly along with him. Jeongguk reached down to take the other's hand, burying both of them in his jacket pocket.
"Yes, a date," Taehyung emphasized, "we've been on three if you haven't noticed."
"Four if you count the party," Jeongguk teased.
"Okay, four," he rolled his eyes, ignoring how Jeongguk had echoed his words from just the night before, "technicalities."
Jeongguk was quiet for a few seconds as the two walked down the dimly lit street. Taehyung stayed closed against his side, hand warm and almost humid with how tightly Jeongguk was holding onto him in his pocket. The air felt a little warmer with Jeongguk by his side, their warmths mingling together to have his body buzzing nicely. The streets were busy with patrons rushing down sidewalks after classes and work hours, music thumping from different stores at different beats.
They barely squeezed through a huge crowd outside of a club, Taehyung’s hand in Jeongguk’s protectively, held tight. Jeongguk chanced glances behind him to ensure that Taehyung was still close behind.
Despite how chaotic the night atmosphere was, Taehyung could practically hear Jeongguk’s brain working overtime, running through things concealed from the elder. Taehyung leaned forward to look at him, "Penny for your thoughts?"
"My thoughts are worth more than a penny," Jeongguk wiggled his eyebrows jokingly. Taehyung gave him a look that diffused all tension from his shoulders. "I'm kidding. I was just thinking what you meant by date."
"What do you mean what do I mean?"
Jeongguk shrugged, catching his bottom lip as a habit of his worry, ”We've always called it a date when it isn't actually one. But now you brought me flowers so I don't know how to feel."
Taehyung mulled it over for a few moments, tilting his head from side to side in thought. "True," he murmured, "this is an actual date then. Like a real date."
"Yeah?" Jeongguk asked, grinning then. His front teeth were in full view and Taehyung wanted to just kiss him. "For real this time?"
"For real," Taehyung affirmed. Jeongguk tightened his fingers around him.
After settling Jeongguk in front of the television with games and ignoring all his protests that he could help Taehyung make dinner, Taehyung busied himself in the kitchen. He had recipes opened here and there and managed to go through the process without harming a single inch of the kitchen, with the exception of the oven which had miraculously toasted itself. Taehyung never was the baker of the household.
He set up plates for the two of them and readied the entire table with a spread big enough for the two of them. Taehyung wasn't perfect with timing, he was actually pretty shit at it. So, even an hour into dinner, after they've licked their plates clean, and after they had gone through the dishes together and watched two episodes of Haikyuu!!, Taehyung still couldn't figure out the right time slot to fit in his grand revelation.
Before he knew it, Jeongguk was already yawning and packing up his things. Taehyung did what any other person would've done in a situation he like that. He panicked. "Wait, where are you going?" His heart thrummed aloud in his eardrums, through his veins. Badump, badump, badump. Picture a beating heart but triple the speed. It felt as if the organ was trying to leap out of his chest.
"I'm gonna crash a little earlier today, I kind of want to go for a run tomorrow," Jeongguk shrugged, searching for his phone in the kitchen.
Taehyung began flailing, which was probably a mistake considering how ridiculous he looked to Jeongguk at that moment. He grabbed Jeongguk by the shoulders and blocked the doorway when the younger was about to leave, taking him to the kitchen and dragging out a tub of ice cream. "But why run when you can be unhealthy?"
Jeongguk stared at him, eyeing him from head to toe. The room was dead silent for a minute as the two stared at each other in a stand off. "Okay, what's going on?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as one of his eyebrows jumped in question.
"What do you mean?"
"First the flowers, then the real date with dinner, and now you're acting as if I'm about to go off to war and never come back."
"I wasn't acting like that!" Taehyung grumbled, "I'm just saying eating is a better option than exercising. It's common sense."
Jeongguk laughed, "Sure it is, hyung. But really though, what's going on?"
This was it. This was his cue. This was his final chance tonight and he couldn’t mess it up. He took a deep breath and shoved the ice cream into his hands, "Jeongguk-ah, take a seat. You're going to want ice cream for this."
The younger's face fell almost instantly as he carefully lowered himself down onto the couch and accepted the spoon Taehyung gave him. While Taehyung lost himself in his mind and a whirlwind of words that he was stringing into coherent sentences, Jeongguk slowly scooped up the dessert without taking his gaze off Taehyung.
"So," Taehyung started, swallowing the lump in his throat. He never knew confessing could be this frightening but his palms were sweating and he was shifting on the squeaky couch too much. This only proved to worry Jeongguk even more.
"A-are you sick?"
Jeongguk squinted at him as if to analyze for any symptoms of illnesses. "I mean, you're acting really slippery about this."
"No," Taehyung groaned, "I'm just bad with words."
"Never stopped you before in bed." The look Taehyung gave him was scathing, which had the younger boy laughing with his spoon between his lips. "I'm kidding, go on."
The elder took another deep breath, "So, we've known each other for a while and we've gotten really close—like, intimate-level close."
"Yeah," Jeongguk hummed, paying attention more to the ice cream then.
"And I came to an epiphany this morning, nothing too grand. It just… came up." Taehyung continued and Jeongguk looked up at him this time, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Christ, he was so cute, Taehyung's heart clenched. "I've come to realize that I’m…"
“Wait, stop?” Jeongguk held his hand up, breath hitching in his throat. “Is this something I want to hear?”
Taehyung paused, unblinking at him, “Um, I hope so.”
“Shit, sorry for interrupting, this is just making me really nervous. I talk a lot when I am and I’m sorry, but you were say—”
“I’m in love with you,” Taehyung blurted out, then pressing his lips together, glance darting away.
It was at that exact second that Jeongguk chose to gag on the bit of ice cream that had slid down his throat too fast, the same time he gasped in a surprised breath. The saccharine liquid had slid down the wrong pipe, had him wheezing. He sputtered for a few seconds as Taehyung was alarmed once again, patting Jeongguk's back to soothe his suffering. "H-holy oh my—" Jeongguk wheezed "—what in the world."
"You can't just drop shit like that on me when I'm eating, Tae!" Jeongguk whimpered, pushing the insufferable container aside to throw himself around Taehyung. His weight, though heavy, was a welcome change for Taehyung who instantly hugged the other boy back. The comfort his hug provided shouldn’t have been as warm, but it was and Taehyung curled tighter around him. "Fuck, I thought you were going to ask me to leave or some shit and never come back. Or—or tell me that you didn't want to hang with me anymore."
Taehyung scoffed, looking completely appalled that Jeongguk would even suggest such a thing. "How can you say that? I love being with you! We've gone through this."
"I know but after the entire confession thing, I just—I don't know—freaked out. I thought it turned you off and you’re now weirded out,” Jeongguk blushed, "I thought like we were cool and all, and relaxed. But when you said you had an epiphany I thought it was—"
Taehyung leaned forward to shut him up with a kiss, his lips tasting sweet of vanilla and sugary affection. "Jeongguk," he started again, making Jeongguk clamp his mouth shut, "I like you a lot. You're a great guy and I can't possibly ever, ever hate you."
"Really?" Jeongguk asked. His expression thawed into one of pure worry, etched into every fold and wrinkle of his face. Taehyung kissed him again just for the sake of it.
"Really," he stressed, “plus your telling me you liked me was so bold. Sexiest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life.”
Jeongguk let out a sigh of relief, muscles unwinding as he slumped his head down on Taehyung's shoulder. His shoulder shook with light laughter before it faded away as Taehyung’s hand reached up to stroke his hair. "I was so worried," he whispered.
Taehyung smiled, "Have a little more faith in yourself. And I love you for you, every part of you."
"You just love my dick," Jeongguk mumbled tiredly.
"That too, but I like your butt the most."
Jeongguk pulled back to glare at him. "Say it again."
“I like your butt the most?”
The younger growled quietly, ”That you love me."
Taehyung laughed but complied, “Okay, bossy, I love you."
"I love you."
Jeongguk bit on his bottom lip, a smile threatening to spread across his face. "Again," he insisted.
"Jeon Jeongguk, I love you, I love you, I love you."
"God, I'll never get tired of hearing that," he beamed, shifting forward so he could place his hand on the back of Taehyung's neck, drawing him closer and pressing his lips firmly against his. Taehyung melted into him as he always did, free hands grasping the younger boy's shirt to pull him closer.
Taehyung smiled against his lips, "You know, that makes me the first to tell you that I love you. You haven't even said it."
"I love you," Jeongguk quickly said, puckering his lips for another kiss since Taehyung had pulled away to talk to him. He pushed his bottom lip out when Taehyung didn't kiss him. "Kiss me."
"You're so needy, baby," Taehyung cooed, pinching his cheek and giggling.
Jeongguk narrowed his eyes at him before tugging Taehyung onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his body. "Only for you, Taehyung,” Jeongguk murmured, cupping Taehyung’s face so he could tug him down to cover Taehyung’s lips with his own.
Taehyung squirmed, grinning stupidly against his mouth, ”So are we boyfriends then?"
"Yes, yes we are."
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"Tae," Jeongguk called from the top of the stairs, "we're going to be late. Hurry your ass up!"
"My ass needs some grooming to be perfect!" Taehyung yelled right back, hidden from view from where he was standing inside his apartment. Jeongguk growled frustratedly, tugging at his tie in annoyance as he jogged down to Taehyung's floor. Just as the elder stumbled out the door, flapping limbs and all, Jeongguk had been reaching for the door knob.
Of course, as unfortunate as their encounters thus far, Jeongguk just happened to grab Taehyung's crotch. The two looked at each other for a while, Jeongguk unmoving—either frozen or enjoying himself a bit too much, Taehyung wasn't sure—while the other's face fell into one of impassivity.
"Really? In front of my salad?"
"You're my salad."
Taehyung's lips twitched, "You're so weird."
"You look good," Jeongguk said instead, leaning forward to press his lips against his boyfriend's. Taehyung's hands instinctively wrapped around the younger's neck, pulling him forward so he could deepen the kiss and moan into his lips.
Jeongguk swallowed the sound gratefully, feeling a sudden stiffness in between his thighs. With Taehyung burying his fingers in Jeongguk's previously coiffed hair, the two could feel the tension beginning to crackle in the air. Months into their relationship and they were far from being over their honeymoon period.
Taehyung whimpered when Jeongguk grabbed his ass, giving it a nice squeeze. "G-Guk, w-we have to—"
The younger reluctantly pulled away, grunting in protest. "Right, dinner, we have to get to dinner."
"Or you know, I'm always down to—"
"Old jokes aren't funny forever, Tae, let's go." Jeongguk huffed, shaking his head. Taehyung managed to drop the 'I'll have you for dinner' at least once a week and, despite his words, Jeongguk loved how giddy Taehyung looked whenever the elder said it.
Taehyung pouted childishly, hands reaching up to fix his boyfriend's loosened tie, giving it an extra tug so Jeongguk choked a little. "Serves you right," he muttered and then adding quietly, "I'm funny."
"Little early to be kinky, babe," Jeongguk smiled, pecking Taehyung's lips again. Taehyung really wanted to kiss him again but knew that, if they started back up, they would never leave their place.
"Fine, let's go, I'll tie you up later," Taehyung sighed, intertwining his fingers in between Jeongguk's.
As the two slid into Jeongguk's car, a product of his savings and hard work over the last year, Taehyung glanced out the window while Jeongguk sang a familiar tune next to him, hands on the steering wheel.
This was probably the part where the two finally get their happily ever after. After a long-awaited confession and an even more long-awaited night shared between two lovers, Taehyung and Jeongguk finally had their peace.
That was usually the case when Jimin wasn't arguing with Yoongi or catching them in the act whenever he came home.
"Why?" Jimin would cry out dramatically, hands tossed into the air carelessly as a sign of his recurring displeasure. "Why do you guys always do this to me? We have things called rooms."
Taehyung would most likely be settled on Jeongguk's lap, the top buttons of his shirt undone and his collar littered with kiss marks. There was that one time when Jeongguk had been rewarding him. After applying for a billion of internships and going to too many interviews to count, Taehyung had finally received some semblance of good news when a hospital he applied to had welcomed him to work there for the rest of the semester, extending into the summer.
It was merely semblance because nailing this job meant that he would have significantly less time to do other activities. Activities namely Jeongguk.
However, Jeongguk had been ecstatic when Taehyung dropped the news. He knew how hard his boyfriend had been working, staying up late nights chipping away at his keyboard to sharpen up his cover letters and researching hospitals. To see that his blood, sweat, and tears had paid off was a tremendous result.
Taehyung drew out of his thoughts when Jeongguk repeated his name again. "Huh?" he turned to look at his boyfriend.
"I asked if you're good," Jeongguk smiled softly, one of his hands going to Taehyung's on his lap, thumb rubbing soothingly over the smooth skin.
"Yeah," Taehyung yawned, suddenly feeling the ache in his shoulders, "worked double shift today since one of the other interns bailed, but it was worth it."
Jeongguk hummed, "With the kids again?"
Taehyung had thankfully been assigned to a pediatrician who was absolutely lovely and was more than happy to take Taehyung under his wing. Although he had been ecstatic to work with children more than anything, the extra workload of having been given professional tasks had taken its toll on him. Many times he had been left to crash in one of the hospital rooms, too drained to leave when he had an early shift the next day. Even on the nights he did come home after work and classes, he would find himself knocking out almost instantly on the couch after Jeongguk fed him a little bit of sustenance.
"Yeah, they're great," Taehyung smiled, "you should come visit me sometime. They keep asking about my boyfriend."
"Gee," Jeongguk drawled sarcastically, "I wonder why they do that. It's not like you show them my pictures every other day."
Taehyung scoffed, swatting his arm playfully, "Excuse you, mister. They enjoy listening to me talk about you, especially of how we first met."
The younger's face paled of any color almost immediately as he whipped his head around to face Taehyung. "What the f-fuck?"
His boyfriend only winked at him lasciviously, licking his lips in slow motion for added effect, "Told them what a great time we had that we just had to keep seeing each other."
"Don't worry, I censored out the gory details and only told them how we had a fantastic time and we kissed when you took me home." Jeongguk breathed a sigh of relief, an action that irked Taehyung as he pouted, "do you really think I would be telling kids how we had sex for money? Not that we don't still but, you know."
"You never fail to surprise me," Jeongguk muttered, "so I wouldn't be surprised."
Taehyung droned dryly, "Your faith in me is endearing."
Jeongguk only chuckled, pulling up into the driveway of their destination and switching the ignition off. Before Taehyung could reach for his door, Jeongguk had halted him, jogging around the vehicle to swing open the door for him. Taehyung glowed at his boyfriend, leaning forward with the car door between them and kissing him.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Taehyung teased, tapping his nose.
Jeongguk closed it behind him and locked his car, linking arms with Taehyung as he led his boyfriend up the steps to the condo. "Chivalry is, but my need to get laid later isn't," Jeongguk smirked, nipping Taehyung's earlobe.
Taehyung flushed, his neck reddening as he squirmed away from Jeongguk, "You're gross."
"You love it."
The party was alive and chaotic by the time Jimin opened the door for them, swaying on his feet as he latched onto the door for support. He squinted at the couple for a whole two seconds before squealing and throwing his arms around them. "You guys made it! I thought you were too busy making porn again," he laughed, completely unaware of how Jeongguk had stiffened and Taehyung had groaned.
Keeping things a secret from Jimin had been near impossible, not when he was basically the gossip hub of the school and, well, Taehyung's roommate. It had been their fifth video, the camera was rolling, Jeongguk had been handcuffed to the bed with a collar on, Taehyung was riding him in fishnet stockings, Jimin—Jimin had walked in with fried rice that never made it onto plates when it clattered on the floor along with his pure image of Jeongguk.
"Shut up, Jimin," Taehyung muttered, releasing Jeongguk to hook an arm around his ex-roommate's neck. "Or I'll tell Yoongi about the time you hid his underwear from him."
Jeongguk crinkled his nose, "Really, hyung?"
Jimin squinted at him, wiggling his finger in his face, "Don't act like I haven't seen you jack off to Taehyung's boxers."
"You haven't seen me jack off to Taehyung's boxers," Jeongguk stated blandly only to realize the secret he had just divulged to the group. "Because I haven't—don't!" he clarified quickly, blushing.
After Jimin graduated a semester earlier, he had quickly moved in with Yoongi to his tiny apartment, leaving Taehyung sad and alone. However, in came his knight, Jeon Jeongguk, who moved into the flat right above his. Considering how many times Jeongguk crashed over at Taehyung's place, never making it all the way to the fourth floor, and how many times Taehyung curved like a kitten on Jeongguk's bed, it was a wonder that they weren't living together already.
But they decided to slow things down. After all, their first meeting had been rather unconventional, they figured it wasn't too late to let things stew in between the sexcapades and late night ice cream runs.
When Yoongi finally picked up a decent-paying job, he had decided to get himself a snazzier place to share with Jimin, which was where they were then. A housewarming party for the lovely couple. Jimin led them down the narrow hallway and to the living room where everyone was gathered. Most of them were mutual college friends, a few faces were unfamiliar to Taehyung whom he guessed were probably Yoongi's buddies.
"Congratulations," Taehyung grinned, handing over the bottle of champagne to Yoongi.
"Thanks, Tae." Even Yoongi looked a bit softer when Jimin landed by his side, a crinkly-eyed smile on his face as he looked up at his older boyfriend.
"What about you guys? Any plans to move in together soon?" Jimin asked, leaning against Yoongi as he took another sip of his wine. Motherfucker upgraded to classy wine from cheap soju after he moved out, Taehyung was mildly impressed.
Yoongi gave Jimin a disapproving look, "Jiminie, give them time."
With Taehyung still balancing his last semester in college and Jeongguk rushing to get his priorities straight, the two had been too caught up in life to really take some time to pinpoint where they stood in their relationship. Somehow, neither of them had minded so far.
Jeongguk only slipped his arm around Taehyung's waist.
"Anyway, there are food and drinks. Jimin stress baked before the event so you can count on the desserts," Yoongi gestured to the spread of pastries and sweet treats laid out near the kitchen.
As Yoongi dragged a giggling Jimin away to the other guests, Taehyung began piling food into his plate, groaning at how delicious homemade food tasted. Jeongguk chuckled, stacking up his own dish with a variety of mouthwatering meals. Taehyung had been so busy lately he barely had any time to whip up a quick meal in the kitchen, so he had been surviving on junk food and pre-packaged meals from mini marts. Jeongguk had his schedule jam packed with activities too, but on the rare days he had mornings off, he would cook lunch for Taehyung, to which his boyfriend would give him a good five-minute make out in appreciation.
"We should've brought tupperware," Taehyung whispered to Jeongguk deviously, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jeongguk's lips curled into an amused grin. "College kids."
The two spent some time mingling with the other guests, meeting acquaintances, close friends, and strangers, while stuffing their faces stupid with the scrumptious food provided. After meeting a very enthusiastic Hoseok, one that was louder than usual, they ran into Namjoon who was more than happy to elaborate on his projects at the studio when Taehyung asked how he was doing.
"Congratulations," Taehyung wished sincerely, grinning, "I knew you were going to drop a lit ass mixtape."
"Thank you, Tae-ah," Namjoon practically sobbed, shaking his hand. "I'm super excited and I've been talking to a label in the hopes of working with them."
"He was crying when he got the email," Jeongguk laughed, body buzzing with energy.
Namjoon clicked his tongue at Jeongguk, "This kid may act like he doesn't care about me but you should've seen all the booze he got us to celebrate, like top rack stuff," Namjoon chuckled, lifting his wine glass in a toast to the younger boy. "To Jeon Jeongguk and his lovely, generous ass."
"My lovely, generous ass," Taehyung teased and then frowned, "How in the world did you afford all that alcohol? I thought you said you were behind on rent this week. Isn't that why the maintenance man won't come to fix your shower?"
"What?" Namjoon choked, raising an eyebrow in amusement, "Jeongguk? Behind on rent?"
Taehyung nodded, rolling his eyes and poking his boyfriend's cheek, "Yeah, which is why he's been dropping by my place almost everyday to shower. He said the landlady refused to fix it unless he paid up."
Now, Namjoon was usually tactful. He had a strong intuition and ability to read the situation and react appropriately. However, with alcohol in his system, perhaps his inhibitions had been lowered, which was why he ended up screwing Jeongguk over. "Impossible," Namjoon scoffed, "this kid could never be behind on rent. He's filthy ri—"
Jeongguk interrupted then, gasping dramatically as he pointed to the man who was drunkenly fiddling with the music player, "Hyung, isn't that Hoseok messing with the music over there?"
The eldest of them cursed under his breath as he marched over to where Hoseok was standing, fingers fiddling with the laptop with Seokjin cackling next to him, muttering something about Hoseok having shit music taste under his breath.
While Jeongguk quietly sipped his wine, Taehyung eyed him suspiciously. "What was Namjoon talking about?"
"I don't know," the younger shrugged, "dude's kinda weird when he's drunk."
"Namjoon has an unbelievable tolerance."
"That's not what happened last—"
"Don't change the subject," Taehyung scoffed, "what's this about you being able to pay rent? Have you been lying to me about your shower?"
Jeongguk sighed, leaning forward to kiss Taehyung, "It's no big deal."
"It is a big deal if you're hiding it from me. And wasting my water!"
"I'm not hiding anything, I just… left out certain parts about my background considering this isn't a job interview," Jeongguk snarled, squeezing his fingers tighter around his boyfriend's waist.
Taehyung eyed him dubiously, "Fine. You'll tell me when it's time. I'm okay with that. I just don't know why you would lie to me about your shower."
"I swear, it's nothing dramatic. I want to spend more time with you and even if it meant showering with you to save water, then I would do it," Jeongguk promised, smoothing his hand up Taehyung's back to cup his neck. He tugged him forward so he was looking Taehyung in the eyes.
"Okay," Taehyung pinched his lips.
Taehyung could be a good boyfriend, a reasonable boyfriend. Even if he didn't like secrets, if Jeongguk wasn't going to tell him then he shouldn't press. Right. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Tae," Jeongguk whispered, his eyes still searching the elder's.
"I'm really okay," Taehyung smiled softly, "you'll tell me when it's time."
Jeongguk chewed on his bottom lip, seeming to be at war with himself before he grunted in annoyance, and sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you."
"It's fine, Guk, it's no big deal."
"I don't want you mad at me," Jeongguk whined, bottom lip sticking out adorably.
Taehyung laughed against Jeongguk's lips when the younger kissed him again. "I'm not mad at you, Gukkie, really."
"I'll tell you anyway."
"No, stop," Taehyung grumbled, "I'm not pressuring you into this."
"You're not pressuring me into this," Jeongguk echoed, "I want to tell you. It just never came up 'cause I figured it wasn't super important to us, you know."
Taehyung was thankful they were secluded in a corner of the room as the rest of the company dispersed throughout the rest of the flat. He turned to face Jeongguk, long arms winding around his boyfriend's torso as he smiled up at him, chin propped up on Jeongguk's sturdy chest. "I just like getting to know more about you," the murmured softly.
"I know," Jeongguk smiled, his eyes melting a milky chocolate color, "I would've told you sooner, but I didn't know how to bring it up without being embarrassing."
"Babe, we've seen each other before and after sex, we've kissed with morning breath. I don't think it can get any worse than that," Taehyung giggled, a sound that had Jeongguk tightening his hold around him. Taehyung's heart felt bloated with so much affection, he wondered how he managed to get to know a man as wonderful as Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk took a deep breath, "I… have money." Taehyung blinked at him, smile evaporating. "I never needed to make those tapes with you. I rely on my parents a lot, but I've been working on becoming more independent," he quickly added with a slight pink tinge on his cheeks.
"Wait, so when I asked you to have sex with me for money, you didn't have to?" Taehyung enunciated slowly as this brand new information processed ever so slowly in his brain.
"No," Jeongguk bit his bottom lip.
"Oh my god," Taehyung gasped, yanking away unsuccessfully when Jeongguk tugged him back with a small whine. "Wha—wait, why—what were you—why then?"
Jeongguk looked pained as he thought about it. "I just—I was a huge fan and then you told me you watched my stuff and I got excited and I really wanted to get to know you."
"Guk!" the elder chided, "we could've easily gotten to know each other without the sex."
"I was too scared," Jeongguk whimpered, "I figured I could get to know if you if I agreed to it."
"Guk!" Taehyung repeated, stronger this time, "so you didn't want to?"
The younger stuttered a little, "I did! But it was more because of you than the money. I wanted to get to know you and hang with you so I figured, why not? Get laid and meet my number one sex blogger role model? Sign me the fuck up."
Taehyung groaned, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest, "You're unbelievable."
"But, hey," Jeongguk laughed awkwardly, "turned out for the best, didn't it? Look at us now. Boyfriends."
"Don't play cute, you're not cute."
Jeongguk snickered, brushing his cute nose against Taehyung's. "You think I'm cute."
"Not anymore, adios friend," Taehyung huffed but was unable to escape when Jeongguk held onto him, peppering his face with kisses. "Stop," Taehyung moaned, "we're going to end up making out and Jimin's going to kick us out."
"Perfect, then we can head home and perform coitus."
Taehyung laughed, "You're ridiculous."
"I ridiculously love you," Jeongguk grinned back and pressed a kiss against Taehyung's lips.
Somewhere in the distance, in the midst of the blissful love and Taehyung's soaring heart, you could hear Jimin scowling, "Don't fuck near my tarts!"
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