Jungkook has suffered for the last week, and it’s not even an exaggeration. He’s had coffee thrown onto him; he can thank a pretty little waiter that decided he didn’t give a shit that there was a chair in the middle of the aisle and thought he could jump over it...he couldn’t (Jungkook didn’t tip him either). His car was fucked with while he was at the office by a gang of punks going through their rebellious phases; there’s key scratches down the side of it. His shitty department head decided to give him hell over papers when he hadn’t even told Jungkook he needed them; the fuck laughed it off and blamed it on sleep deprivation.
His week was not going well and apparently it showed on his face.
“Who the fuck shat in your cheerios?” Kim Taehyung, leaned back into the chair without a care in the world, asked like he had a miniature lion stuck in his throat, all deep and way too scratchy for how pretty his face is. He has his feet propped on his desk with his hands tucked under his head. He’s pushed out into the aisle enough to look around the cubical dividers and right into Jungkook’s space.
Jungkook would poke them in the eyes if it was anybody but Taehyung, but the little shit has weaseled his way into Jungkook’s life and the younger really doesn’t know how to get rid of him.
It was uncomfortable at first; having someone start random conversations about things he couldn’t even fathom, or poke at him while he was in the break room making coffee. He was more than flustered the first time Taehyung had leaned over him during a meeting, breathing on the skin of his neck without meaning to, just to get close enough to barely be able to grab the papers on the other side of Jungkook.
Taehyung is something else, but Jungkook has gotten used to him, and for that, he is thankful.
“I’m fine.” The pecking he does on his keyboard gets rougher at the mention of his mood, and he can see Taehyung’s eyebrow pop up in disbelief through the dark parts of his monitor.
Taehyung has his hair tied up, a headband that Jungkook would laugh at on any other day, but he’s frustrated and Taehyung looks kind of hot in red.
“Yeah, right, your eyebrows are doing that think where they scrunch up. You’re pissed about something.” Taehyung rubs at the skin between his own eyebrows as he talks, and Jungkook wants the kick him out of his chair.
“You can’t even see my eyebrows.”
“That doesn’t mean shit, I still know that’s exactly what they’re doing.” Taehyung knocks his head back and Jungkook’s head whips around at the statement. It’s not untrue, it’s just the fact that Taehyung knows him well enough to know exactly what kind of expression he’s got. It’s odd to have someone know that much about him. “See, look they’re doing it again.” He lifts his head up with a laugh and Jungkook’s hand covers his eyebrows, but it only makes Taehyung laugh more.
“Shut the hell up...” Jungkook has work to do and he can’t let Taehyung waste his time….even if he’d like to. Taehyung is soothing, and Jungkook needs soothed.
“You’re tense.” Taehyung kicks at his desk, rolling his chair further out into the aisle before he’s crowding Jungkook’s cubicle. His hands come to the younger’s shoulders and Jungkook has to keep the groan in when Taehyung kneads at him. It’s nice, he’s had a long week and there’s nothing straighter than two bros and a massage. “That’s not good for you, you need some zen in your life.”
“The fuck do you know about zen.” Jungkook laughs, and stops with the keyboards and the buttons and the electronic mess in front of him to just let Taehyung run his fingers across his neck.
“I’m so fucking zen,” Taehyung laughs, and Jungkook feels like he can feel it through his damn fingers. “I can enlighten the shit out of you.”
“I bet you couldn’t.” Jungkook is just teasing now; his fingers are doing the talking and Jungkook feels his muscles tingling. It’s so damn nice.
“You’re coming over, and I’m showing you how fucking good I am.” Taehyung presses at his spine and Jungkook lets out a groan. This could be his fucking profession. “Kiss your stress goodb-”
“You both can kiss your paychecks goodbye,” Jungkook jolts at the rough voice that cuts into their conversation and Taehyung jolts away, “Stop actin’ so fuckin’ gay dammit. You’ll put Seokjin in a bad mood.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and watches Taehyung roll to his side of the barrier. “You should fuckin’ learn, I can’t keep wipin’ your asses. Don’t come crying when he cuts your pay in one of his stumps because Jimin isn’t giving him ass, and he comes after you.”
“Sorry, hyung.” Taehyung and Jungkook say from their respective cubicles.
Jungkook’s shoulders are still tingling and he misses the weight on them.
“It’s Mr. Min here, fuckwads.” Yoongi huffs.
“So vulgar, I can’t believe Hobi-hyung hasn’t fixed you yet.” Taehyung laughs and Yoongi smacks him across the back of his head, but the younger only gets louder.
“I’m about to fix you.”
Jungkook is smiling now, almost laughing along despite the fact that Yoongi would tear into him too if he so much as breathes wrong.
Jungkook has never seen Taehyung in anything less than business casual, so when the elder pries open the door in nothing but boxers and an over-sized shirt, Jungkook kind of short-circuits. It’s not that big of a deal, he knows that, but Taehyung’s legs look really nice and his collar bone is poking over the collar of his shirt. It’s cute really, and Jungkook is a very weak man.
This is odd at best, but Taehyung’s apartment is set up nice. He has nice furniture, and there’s paintings up on the wall that are absolutely amazing. It’s better than what Jungkook had imagined. Jungkook had thought it would look similar than his, a little bit of a mess, mismatched furniture with odd colors on the walls, but no. It’s nicer than Jungkook’s.
“You gonna stand there, sit down and prepare to get zenned.” Taehyung laughs when he pushes down at Jungkook’s shoulder, and the younger’s knees buckle. The couch is as soft as it looks.
Taehyung walks off, opening doors and slamming them back. He’s back in no time, his hands tucked behind his back and a coy little smile on his face. Jungkook has seen a lot of Taehyung in his year at the office, and that usually doesn’t mean anything good.
“Okay, listen, quick question.” Taehyung gives him a smile, and Jungkook cocks his eyebrow in question. “Um, I forgot ask before, but like, how do you feels about herbs? All natural, yknow?”
Taehyung looks awkward, and his teeth are tugging at his lips.
“They can’t be bad, right?” He’s probably going to light sage. He’s seen it on TV, and it is the epitome of zen. He’s heard of this.
“Okay, well, no, it’s not gonna kill you or some shit, but like you don’t have to do it if you have some hatred-” Taehyung is stumbling now, and Jungkook wishes he would just hurry it up.
“What is it?”
“You ever try weed?” Taehyung pulls out a plastic baggy, and a stack of papers.
Jungkook is floored. He expect zen and he gets pot, but he can’t really find it in him to be that surprised. This is Kim Taehyung, and Kim Taehyung has been a surprise since day one.
“You’re a twenty-some year old man that never grew out of weed.” Jungkook laughs and Taehyung pouts at him.
“I’m twenty-six and serious, this is zen at it’s finest.” He looks like a kid that trying to explain why his puppy is better.
“You’re gonna get burnt out.” Jungkook has seen those brain dead people before, and he’s one-hundred percent sure anyone has. The kind that looks into space and contemplates, all while mouth-breathing and letting the word ‘dude’ slip at least twelve times. Stereotypes don’t count when they’re fucking true.
“No, I’m not. I only do it for special occasions.” Taehyung drops the paper of his coffee table, the plastic baggy following after.
“This is a special occasion? It seems like a perfectly normal Saturday if you ask me.” Jungkook leans forward though, curiosity in his veins.
“Yeah, you’re having a shit time, and you look pissed lately. It helps the nerves, you’ll thank me later.” Taehyung kneels, leaning over the table too, taking a piece of paper and shaking the bag over it, contents pouring out a little too messily. “You’re okay with it right.”
“You ever do it before?” Taehyung looks up at him as he’s sealing the bag, pausing and waiting for Jungkook to answer.
“No.” Jungkook is being painfully honest. He’s seen things about it since he was in high school, everybody always wanted to try it. Everybody did too, legal or not. Kids would sneak out and go to parties, and meet up with sketchy people just to get a taste. It never really appealed to Jungkook. It looked like a bother.
“Shit, never?” Taehyung rolls the paper up licking it to keep it in place before fishing a lighter out of his pocket.
Jungkook just shakes his head, and Taehyung holds it out to him. He’s not ushering, not forcing. He knows this is new, and scaring Jungkook away is not on his list of to-do’s. He takes it, but it feels awkward in his hand.
“You know how?” Taehyung gets up from where he’s in front of Jungkook to sit beside him on the couch, shuffling in close like he always does. Jungkook shakes his head again and Taehyung takes the joint back, holding it between his fingers and pressing it to his lips.
He brings the lighter up and flicks it, breathing in and Jungkook watches the way his chest rises and the tip lights up. He holds his breath in, cheeks puffed out before he exhales, and Jungkook watches the way it comes out, billows to the ceiling. Taehyung gives him a pretty smile, and Jungkook feels like he’s already half lost.
“You wanna try?” Taehyung holds it out, and Jungkook nods. It doesn’t look too bad. “Here.” Taehyung’s hand is pressing against his lips not even a second later, and the younger’s eyes widen a bit. “Just breath, wrap your lips around it.”
Jungkook breathes, and he wishes he hadn’t. His lungs feel full, and it’s uncomfortable. It tingles and the cough that racks through him is bad. Taehyung pats his back, a small laugh coming out, and Jungkook really wants to tear into him.
“You’re okay, happens to everyone their first time.” Jungkook gives him a glare, and Taehyung just lets his hand brush through his hair. “We can just do it like this, it won’t be as potent.” Taehyung presses the joint against his lips but doesn’t breath. “Breath in when I breath out.”
He feels tingly, and Taehyung smirk at him when he breathes in.
Jungkook feels like Taehyung is a bad influence, just a little. He can’t really find the emotion to mind though, and maybe that’s dangerous. He looks nice with the paper pressed to his lips, and maybe Jungkook likes the buzz climbing up his spine.
Taehyung leans in closer, and Jungkook watches his lips, waiting for him to breath. He’s close, and Jungkook knows his face is red, but he’s sure he can blame it on the buzz.
Taehyung breathes and Jungkook sucks in a breath, deep, and keeps down his want to cough. Taehyung is so close, and watching him like he’s expecting something. He lets to smoke billow out and Taehyung still doesn’t move.
“Does it feel good yet?” Taehyung breathes, and Jungkook can feel it on his lips.
He nods, and the small quirk of lips Taehyung gives him has his own quirking right back. His shoulder’s feel looser, and his head is a little fuzzy. His mind is racing though, from Taehyung to weed, from weed to Taehyung and Jungkook kind of loves it.
“Can I kiss you?”
That’s what really takes him off guard.
He knows he said it, and Taehyung’s eyes widen a little. He’s sure he should have thought about that a little more than what he did, but he can’t really find it in him to mind when Taehyung is leaning in to press their lips together.
It’s soft and Taehyung breaks it to suck another breath in through the joint and press it back to his lips, breathing out into Jungkook’s mouth in the most arousing way. He licks into the younger’s mouth, throwing away the softness to make way for sloppy as Jungkook breathes in. It’s not uncomfortable, and Jungkook finds it so hot. He tastes like smoke and weed and Jungkook fucking loves it.
“Shit.” Jungkook laughs when Taehyung breaks it off, the smoke in his lungs puffing out with every chuckle. Taehyung is laughing behind him, pressing small kisses to his cheeks, and Jungkook knows for a fact that his cheeks are red now, and he’s probably not gonna blame it on the buzz.