“Welcome to Stop and Shop,” Jungkook deadpanned for the upteenth time that day, “did you find everything you were looking for?” He didn’t bother shifting his gaze up from the register as he scanned each item on muscle memory alone.
He tried not to break character as he processed the order, amused. A blow torch, baby powder, orange juice concentrate, a 3lb tub of butter, and fake plastic fruits. Jungkook wondered if any of the items were going to be used together. Then he wrung up a woodworking magazine. He couldn’t help but snort at the ideas of what the hell kind of contraption was about to be built.
“Surely that snort was not directed at my order?”
Jungkook, pleasantly surprised by the teasing tone of voice, looked up. His eyes met those of a boy, who, by the look of it was roughly his age. He was probably an inch or so shorter, with a smirk that looked as if it was probably permanently glued to his face, and lilac hair. Huh, Jungkook thought to himself, he’d never seen that on a guy before. Not a bad thing though, it suited him. Oh, it definitely suited him.
“Does my purchase of portable fire and plastic fruit puzzle you, Jungkook?”
“How do you-oh,” he looked down at his nametag after a moment of confusion. He really hated it when customers called him by his first name. A little too personal, if you asked him.
He cocked an eyebrow, “Kinda unprofessional to ridicule what I’m buying, no?”
“I wasn’t,” he tried not to snap back. Okay, Jungkook thought to himself, mystery boy was getting real annoying real quick.
“You sure about that? Not the best customer service, no?,” it was very clear that Jungkook was being fucked with, he realised, feeling irritation flare in his chest.
“I’m sure, Sir, my apologies for giving off the wrong impression,” he smiled fakely.
“You know, I could tell your manager about this…”
God, fuck this, Jungkook internally rolled his eyes, and held back a huff of annoyance. He had been at work for about six hours out of his eight hour shift, and put simply, he was not having it.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, questioning.
“You could give me your number, you know, make it up to me”
Jungkook found that he was dangerously close to reaching across the cash register and throttling him, “With all due respect, are you fu-...,” he shook his head, “are you kidding ?”
“That stupid smirk on your face kinda had me convinced otherwise”
“Wow. Okay, rude”
Jungkook just rolled his eyes, deciding it was about time to get the asshole out of his place of work as quickly as possible before he burst an artery, “$28.97 is your total, cash or card today?”
“You could cover this bill for me,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “and I could make it up to you with a nice dinner. You seem like an Olive Garden kind of guy- no… Red Lobster”
“Outback. Cash or card?”
“Is that a no”
“Fine,” he grumbled, pulling out his credit card and jamming it into the reader.
Jungkook caught a flash of the name on the tiny screen. Kim Taehyung, huh. Had he heard that name anywhere? He used the dwindling amount of mental energy he still had to attempt to conjure any information he might have had on the kid. Nope. Jungkook would have been surprised if he forgot a face like that. Regardless of how annoying Taehyung was, he was still one of the finer looking young men Jungkook had crossed in the suburban hell he had made a home of.
“Have a good day,” he said, turning his eyes back up to Taehyung.
He snorted, “Don’t say things you don’t mean”
And then he was gone, thank fuck.
“Welcome to Stop and Shop, did you find everything you were looking for ?”
The next time Jungkook crossed Taehyung, he was restocking the dairy aisle, mindlessly humming show tunes to himself.
“Excuse me kind Sir-”
He jumped and spun around. He hadn’t realised how zoned out he’d been. It was 8am on a Saturday after all. Upon processing who was standing right in front of him, Jungkook let out a groan. Why did he always run into assholes when he was dead tired and by no means in the mood to fake politeness?
Jungkook realised that his noise of discontentment had been loud enough for Taehyung to hear, and he felt his ears grow red with embarrassment, “Sorry- I-uh… you surprised me,” it sounded like a question.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, smirk returning to his face. So Jungkook had probably been right about it being permanently stuck there, “How the fuck did you get hired into customer service?” At least he didn’t seem genuinely annoyed, he figured, he really did not need a complaint, his boss had been eyeing him in a rather weary manner all month.
Jungkook just settled on shrugging, still too exhausted to waste his energy on stringing together a sentence.
“Anyways,” Taehyung continued, “I need your help finding this vegan yogurt”
“Yogurt has milk, dude”
It was Taehyung’s turn to let out a lethargic grunt, “It’s made with almond milk?”
“Oh, and I want this brand,” he pulled out his phone, and shoved it into Jungkook’s face. He had never seen it before.
“I don’t think we carry that”
“Isn’t it part of your job to help me look?”
Jungkook clenched his fists, “Yes, yes it is”
“Are you like… an angry person or what?”
“Excuse me?,” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “It’s 8am on a weekend, I’m fucking hungover, you want me to find a brand of yogurt I pretty much know we do not carry, and the last time you saw me you threatened to complain to my manager if I didn’t go on a fucking date with you-”
“I didn’t, though”
Why was he such a fucking smartass, Jungkook asked himself, “Whatever, let’s go look for that yogurt that probably doesn’t exist”
As they scanned the yogurt aisle, Taehyung spoke up again, clearly unfazed by Jungkook’s bitter attitude, “So you from around here, or…”
“Oh my god are you hitting on me again?,” Jungkook asked, exasperated as he dug through to the back of the shelf, “Do you know what a social cue is?”
“I was just wondering,” he replied nonchalantly.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, not that the other could see it, but decided to answer anyways, “I go to college in the city”
“What, the state school?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” Jungkook snapped up, elated that he could finally get Taehyung off his back, “Looks like we do have it,” he presented the carton to the other boy.
Taehyung gave him an overly smug smile, “And you were so sure you didn’t”
“Yep,” Jungkook replied in an instant, eager to get him off his back, “well, now you have it so, uh, I’m gonna go back to working”
Jungkook’s stomach dropped.
“While we’re at it, I’ve got a couple more things I can’t really find, so”
“Can’t I just, like, call you one of my co-workers or something?”
“Nope,” Taehyung’s smirk grew into a boxy grin, and wow, he really did have such a handsome face, Jungkook thought to himself begrudgingly, “I want you”
“And why is that?,” Jungkook said, no longer trying to hide the displeasure in his voice, “Does my icy, and uninterested exterior not deter you in any way?”
“Nah,” he shamelessly gave Jungkook a once over, “You’re pretty sexy when you’re pissed, that eyeroll gets me-”
Jungkook drowned him out, not particularly wanting to hear the effect his facial expressions had on him, “Whatever,” he said, most likely cutting Taehyung off, “What do you need?”
Taehyung handed him a whole list.
“Are you fuc- you know what, whatever, come on”
Taehyung just chuckled behind him.
Jungkook, needless to say, was not facing Taehyung as he bent over the isle with the organic gluten free granola, but he could feel Taehyung’s eyes on his ass. This was to be expected, he figured, but it still made his face flush red. Because of the intensity, you know, he was just kind of annoyed. It wasn’t because he really liked the attention, god no. He stayed bent over for a couple seconds after he received the snack, though, it was just to stretch his back. Nothing at all to do with Taehyung.
“What’s next,” he turned around, and yes, Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the general area his ass was in. They were on his crotch now, “Can you at least try and be subtle?”
Taehyung shrugged, muttering an extremely insincere, “Sorry,” before checking his list again, “Um. Crystallised ginger”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s ginger but crystallised, or something”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Okay can you not look at me like that”
“I already told you how that eyeroll gets-”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, cutting him off. He still had no desire to hear what Taehyung had to say.
Taehyung’s shopping cart was… interesting, to say the least. It seemed as though Taehyung only wanted to buy the items that were either extremely niche, or wildly unpopular. Thus, it took them close to an hour, since Jungkook honestly could not find a single item with ease.
What this meant to Jungkook was about fifty minutes of having to put up with Taehyung’s odd idea of smalltalk, and an array of personal questions that Jungkook begrudgingly answered.
By the time they neared the end of the list, Taehyung knew that Jungkook had a family dog named Cloud, that he was a Lit major, that he lived a ten minute drive away, along with another array of seemingly useless information that Jungkook did not know what the other boy intended to do with.
“What the fuck is a Yuca root, Taehyung,” Jungkook groaned as he circled around the produce section.
Tae shrugged and pulled his lollipop out of his mouth.
The blue stain on his lips actually made his hair look really-
“I don’t know… a root from the Yuca plant, I guess”
“I’m starting to think that you literally compiled a list of the hardest shit in this store just to annoy me”
“I wouldn’t say annoy-”
“Ha!,” Jungkook pointed at him, “Are you even gonna use any of this shit? You realise you have to pay for this with money, right?”
God, the kid was frustrating, “You’re probably gonna get McDonald’s after this, aren’t you”
His brows furrowed in an act of false offence, “I’m not a fucking savage, Jungkook. Burger King”
“Of course you like Burger King, you goddamn menace”
“You just don’t know what’s good there, I could show you if you-”
“I will pass. Again,” Jungkook had never been so glad to only be half done with his six hour shift.
“I’m really starting to think you’re stalking me at my work, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, trying to hide the small, amused smile on his face as Taehyung approached him in the parking lot. He was wheeling the carts in today, and god fuck was that the worst part of the job, by far. It was too hot for him to be wearing jeans and pushing shit around on asphalt.
He was glad to be able to catch a breather, even if it was talking to Taehyung. He was pretty convinced that the other had somehow gotten his hands on his work schedule, considering he’d been in about four more times in the past two weeks. Which was a lot, considering Jungkook only worked part time.
He was starting to not loathe Taehyung, whether or not he really wanted to admit it (he most definitely did not), and the other had begun to be most palatable. Or maybe Taehyung had stopped trying to be as much of a fuckboy, recognising that Jungkook wasn’t into guys who were huge dickheads. He could only hope.
“I can neither confirm nor deny,” he raised his eyebrows and held up his hands.
“God, Taehyung, you’re so sus”
“Okay, actually, I work at the Chinese place over there,” he said, pointing to the other end of the strip mall.
Oh, no wonder Jungkook hadn’t recognised him. He hated Chinese, much too greasy for him. Wow, talk about a metaphor. Still, he did carts pretty often, he was surprised the wild hair had never caught his eye.
“Why are you so shocked, are you really that inobservant?”
There it was, that annoyingly sassy tone. Jungkook crossed his arms, “Did you come over here to fucking bully me or something”
“Not really planning on confirming or denying that either”
“Wow, you should like, be a lawyer, or some shit, you sure as hell talk like one”
Taehyung scowled at the sarcasm dripping from his voice, “And to think I was gonna help you with those carts…”
“Why would you ever do that, Taehyung? You literally live to make my job harder. Wait, you do know that’s actually beneficial to me right?”
“I can be nice sometimes”
“Key word being sometimes”
“Actually, yeah,” he paused, “How long you been out here?”
Jungkook wiped a rather thick layer of sweat from his forehead, “Do I look that wrecked”
“Not the kind of wrecked I want to see you, but, uh, you could put it that way,” Taehyung’s eyes filtered down to Jungkook’s chest, “Ya know, the way the sweat makes your shirt cling to-”
“Okay, too far,” Jungkook said, promptly turning back to the carts to hide his flustered expression. He hoped his voice had stayed as cold as he had intended it to. It probably didn’t.
Taehyung just laughed, walking across to the opposite row of cars to roll a stray cart over to Jungkook, “Here, come on, you straight look like you’re on the verge of heat stroke”
Jungkook never thought he’d be thankful to Taehyung, annoying ass, provocative Taehyung, but he really did help out. Even though Jungkook probably wasn’t allowed to let him.
So when the parking lot had been mostly rid of its stray carts, Jungkook decided to be a mature adult, “Thanks, Taehyung”
He looked a little too smug at the appreciative comment for Jungkook’s liking, but he decided that now wasn’t the best time for a bitter remark.
“You could really thank me by going to dinner,” he looked at Jungkook, still oddly hopeful.
Jungkook was normally annoyed by persistence, which seemed to be Taehyung’s thing, for whatever reason, but the idea of going out with him was starting to become increasingly less unappealing, “...Why do you keep asking?”
“Because you pause for a little longer each time I ask”
“Um,” Jungkook scoffed, “I absolutely do not!”
“Keep telling yourself that, sweet cheeks”
“Was that another jab at my ass?”
Taehyung just shrugged before turning to leave, “My shift is about to start, so I’m just gonna let you figure that one out for yourself. Later”
“Bye, dude,” Jungkook called after him, suddenly feeling a little lonelier than he would have liked to admit.
Taehyung proceeded to disappear for an entire week. Jungkook wasn’t disappointed, though. No, of course not! Why would he be? Taehyung was annoying after all. No, he didn’t miss his admittedly funny jokes, or his hot ass smirk. What the hell. Why would anyone even think that?
He hadn’t realised how much he’d hated his job, though, not until he had someone to entertain and distract him from the horrendous monotony of scanning out diapers for soccer moms, and protein powder for muscle heads. He remembered Taehyung’s shopping cart from the day they’d met, and chuckled. Now that had been entertaining. He was ready to admit that, at least.
It had been five days since he’d seen him, and Jungkook was sort of starting to forget what Taehyung looked like. So, when he was on his break, he pulled out his phone and opened instagram. What had his last name been, again? Jungkook thought back to the credit card scanner. Ah, right, it was Kim.
Holy shit, Taehyung was photogenic. He cleared his throat to himself, uncomfortable at the way the artfully taken portraits took his breath away.
He wished Taehyung’s cocky expression hadn’t slipped his mind, because Jungkook wanted to remember him like that. Annoying, extra, and out to get his goat. Not like this, because, god, without Taehyung yapping in his ear about something he didn’t really care about, Jungkook was able to see just how objectively attractive he was.
It was a photoset of two headshots. One of Taehyung’s profile, and another of a pose that gave him the chills. He wore an intense gaze, his lips parted as he stared directly into the camera.
He was wearing a white shirt, and was leaning against a white wall, demanding the onlookers attention be drawn to his delicate features. His wet bangs hung across his forehead, swept to the side just enough to expose his thick brows, and his lips practically glowed an eye-catching strawberry red, leaving Jungkook unable to decide what to focus on. It was just striking, for lack of another word.
He begrudgingly zoomed in on his mouth, licking his own lips. Was he actually thirsting after Taehyung right now? The answer to this was yes, and it backfired almost instantly as his co-worker walked up behind him and slapped his shoulder. Naturally, Jungkook flinched, causing the arm hovered over the picture to hit the screen, liking the picture.
Jungkook spun around, “Jin! What the fuck!”
Jin, seeing what he’d just done threw his head back and let out a loud laugh, “Shit!,” he coughed a little. Ah, he was stoned, naturally. “Isn’t that that kid that keeps showing up to your work that you hate?”, he asked.
“Yeah,” Jungkook grumbled. He scrolled to the bottom, “Dude, you fucked me over that post was from three fucking months ago”
Jin started laughing again, “Doesn’t really look like you hate him all that much right now”
Jungkook ran his hands down his face.
“He’s fucking hot though, dude,” Jin said, grabbing a cookie and a cup of water on his way out of the break room, “I’d fuck him two ways to Sunday, or whatever that saying is”
Jungkook decided the least awkward thing to do would be to follow Taehyung.
If the last week had been bad, this week was horrible. Not only did Jungkook have three 8 hour shifts in a row, he’d fucked up at the cash register, and had also dropped a particularly expensive 12 rack of beer, causing it to explode everywhere. As a result of his mistakes, Jungkook had to take on even more hours to mop, and the store’s loss was going to be subtracted from his upcoming paycheck.
The last day of the three shifts, Jungkook had gotten caught in a torrential downpour while he was doing carts, soaking him to the bone within minutes. And that had only been about three hours in, leaving him shivering and wet for the remainder of the day.
He could already feel the cold coming on. Jesus, was his boss a dick. You’d think if your employee was caught in such a situation, he’d at least be given a new shirt, courtesy of the store, or be sent home. But no, Jungkook was forced to hold back his near homicidal urges as he rode out the rest of his shift.
And then things got worse, which Jungkook could not believe was possible. Jin, who had opted to eat a weed brownie as opposed to smoking a joint during his lunch break as a result of the rain (why couldn’t he have just smoked in his car?, Jungkook had asked), had nearly greened out and the shift supervisor decided to let him go home since he had really thought he was sick. Jungkook wondered why the hell Namjoon showed him so much partiality.
This meant he had no ride home. He wanted to cry out of frustration as he paced up and down the sheltered strip, wondering what the hell he was going to do. He had pretty much stayed until closing, making it so nearly no one was even there any longer. No one going in his direction, at least.
Jungkook was just so fucking sick and tired after the past couple of days that, in a rare moment of impulsivity, he stepped out onto the road and started walking. He was going to hitchhike, because, fuck it, if the universe was just going to keep screwing him over he might as well embrace it. Time to get kidnapped, he thought to himself as he jogged onto the start of the freeway and stuck his thumb out.
10 minutes passed, then 15, and not a single car passed Jungkook. Great. The universe actually was out to get him. Jungkook felt his phone buzz against his leg. He pulled it out of his pocket, ah yes, a flash flood warning. Realising the absolute shittiness of the situation, he decided to let his tears flow. It wasn’t like the rain wouldn’t cover them up.
He closed his eyes, and perched on the railing beside the usually busy road, hanging his head. He was minutes from getting up to continue his journey home when he heard an engine stall next to him. He squinted at the harsh headlights, taking a moment to adjust before he recognised the person behind the steering while.
Jungkook was so happy to see Taehyung, that he actually laughed through his tears, rushing to the door, which Taehyung swung open for him.
“Thank you,” he blubbered, wrapping his arms around him, forgetting the fact that he was absolutely dripping.
“Rough day?,” Taehyung asked at him, with a surprising amount of concern.
“Rough week,” Jungkook said, trying desperately to stop crying. Knowing Taehyung, he’d probably use it against him, his brain reminded him.
He cleared his throat, “...Ah”
They didn’t talk for a while, Jungkook just staring out the window as the radio played softly over the pelting rain.
“Yeah?,” he was thankful that he had steadied his voice.
“I need your address”
He wiped his hands on the seat to dry them, and got out his phone to open Google Maps.
When they pulled up to Jungkook’s apartment building, Taehyung opened his mouth, “So… this is you”
Jungkook was too tired to fight with himself, and realised, that, okay, maybe he wanted Taehyung to come upstairs. He sort of needed comfort. “Yep, it’s me,”
They looked at each other. Jungkook made no effort to get out of the car.
“Uh… I guess I’ll see you later-,” Taehyung said just as Jungkook blurted out, “Come inside”
“I-wait-huh?,” he gave Jungkook a shocked look, “Are you serious?”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” he tried to snap, very embarrassed.
Taehyung tentatively shut the engine off, looking like he was expecting Jungkook to change his mind.
They trudged up the stairs in silence, and only when Taehyung stood in his well lit apartment could he tell how wet he was. Jungkook knew it was because he had hugged him. He cringed. Why was he so weak! He was supposed to be manly, stoic, Jungkook.
“Come on, let me get you a change of clothes,” Jungkook grumbled, defeated after his miserable week.
He headed over the the dresser, which sat in the corner of the small studio, and pulled out a couple tee shirts and pairs to sweatpants. He threw Taehyung his set, which he caught.
“Do you- should I change in the bathroom, or?”
Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head, and sighed, “I don’t really care,” in a way, he knew what he was doing, and he also knew that he may or may not regret it. Whatever, he figured.
After he had shrugged it off, he became very aware of Taehyung’s eyes on his chest. He just let him look, attempting to stall a little before replacing it with the dry one.
Taehyung followed suit, and Jungkook found himself drawn to him. The way he was looking at Jungkook, with his bangs damp from the rain reminded him of the portrait on his instagram. He looked down at his mouth, and yes, it hung open in that same oddly mesmerizing way.
He gulped, and Taehyung must have somehow read the lust that Jungkook was pretty sure he had been able to control, because the other boy started walking towards him, and shit, Jungkook realised, he actually wanted this.
Deciding to just go with his gut, he didn’t protest as he found Taehyung inches away from him. He was so much better looking up close, Jungkook thought in disbelief, when he could see the freckle on his nose, and the slope of his cupid’s bow.
Taehyung paused, and it felt like a question, one along the lines of ‘is this alright?’. It dawned on Jungkook that he was expected to make the first move, so he did. This time, for whatever reason, there was no voice in his head scolding him for his actions.
He bent down to press his lips to Taehyung’s, and felt the other boy lean in almost instantly. Taehyung’s lips were so sweet, and his thick eyelashes tickled Jungkook’s cheek as began to press back against him, flicking his tongue out to trace Jungkook’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. He complied, almost hesitant, because, god, was he really doing this right now?
The thought melted away as Taehyung’s tongue slid against his. He found himself sighing as he explored the inside of Taehyung’s mouth, licking the taste of cotton candy, and spearmint gum from the inside of his cheeks.
He backed Taehyung up against the floor to ceiling window, almost missing his soft moan as his back hit the cold glass over the rattling of the rain.
Their bare chests were pressed together now, Jungkook all but squishing Taehyung as his kisses turned rough, and he was filled with a newfound sense of vigour. He realised that he wasn’t quite sad anymore.
No, that’d been replaced with irritation, anger that he felt flare in his chest at how hard of a time he’d been given at work, and quite frankly, at how much Taehyung had annoyed him over the past few weeks.
His lips left Taehyung’s, and the other let out a whimper, which promptly turned into a rather lewd moan as Jungkook slid them down his neck. He bit into it, a little harder than he intended to, but Taehyung hissed with pleasure, curling his arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.
“You like that?,” Jungkook growled into the hot skin below his pulse point.
He was not surprised at the lack of shame in Taehyung’s voice when he replied with an enthusiastic, “Fuck. Fuck, yeah”
“I can tell,” he chuckled, moving his head up to nip at Taehyung’s ear. That's when he realised he was almost fully hard, his length pressing stiff into his thigh, “God, you want me so bad, don't you? Why are so so desperate, huh?”
“Have you looked in the fucking mirror?,” Taehyung gasped as Jungkook moved one of his hands to pinch at his nipple, “you're so-nng- so sexy”
Jungkook slid his other hand down past the waistband of Taehyung’s pants, and gave his throbbing erection a squeeze, “Tell me what you want”
“I want you to touch me”
“Do you need it?”
“Yeah, I fucking need it, god I need it,” he groaned, jamming his hips up, trying to fuck Jungkook’s hand.
But the other tightened his grip, “I don't think so”
He didn't let Taehyung finish, spinning him around by the shoulders, and slamming him against the window frame.
With little to no stealth, Jungkook tugged down his pants and underwear, “God,” he murmured, “your ass”
“What about it?,” Jungkook had no idea where Taehyung was finding the gall to act like a cocky piece of shit, but he certainly did not like it.
It was then that Jungkook decided it was his turn to make him scream in frustration, to turn the tables on Taehyung. They were at his house after all, not at his work where he had to keep his irritation under wraps in fear of losing his job.
He hastily unbuttoned his own jeans, kicking them off, and letting his cock spring free against his stomach.
And then they were suddenly shrouded in darkness.
“Did your power just go out?”
It had, but he ignored him, grabbing a handful of Taehyung’s perfectly round ass, and squeezing, earning a hitch in the smaller boy’s breath.
He let it go, taking a second to admire the way Taehyung's laboured breaths fogged the window.
Biting his lip, he pulled his hand back, and slapped it as hard as he could, the sharp noise stinging his ears.
“Again,” was the only thing the he could manage.
Jungkook, having planned to do so anyways, complied as soon as the word slipped from Taehyung’s mouth.
He then repeated himself a third time, until he himself was dying for friction. He groped Taehyung’s ass cheeks again, spreading them open and sandwiching his cock between them, beginning to grind his hips up. He was almost blinded by how good it felt, muffling a moan by burying his face into the nape of Taehyung’s neck, and sucking a purple mark into his unblemished skin.
The feeling of Jungkook's cock grazing over his hole, coupled with that of his teeth sinking into his shoulder caused Tae to choke out, “Fucking touch me, what are you doing ?”
“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” he grunted, trying his hardest to focus through his own pleasure.
“What the- oh - fuck?”
“Taehyung… you… are… so… annoying,” he said with each thrust of his hips, his breath hot and heavy on the other’s neck, “you drive me- shit - you drive me crazy”
“What are you gonna do about it?,” a manic laugh left his throat.
“I'm gonna reduce you to a fucking mess, I'm gonna piss you off until you're begging for mercy, annoy the shit out of you like you do to me”
Taehyung moaned, and Jungkook pressed him harder against the window.
Now absolutely desperate to be touched, Taehyung attempted to rub his cock against the glass, smearing precum across it.
“You don't move unless I give you permission,” he snapped at him, curling his hand around his throat, and tugging it backwards, so that the older boy’s head was leaning on his shoulder. They made eye contact, and Jungkook dipped in to pull Taehyung into an open-mouthed kiss.
Admittedly, he was a little bit hornier than he had expected to be, and looking at Taehyung, sweaty and red, with his eyes rolled back into his head clearly wasn't doing him any good.
So yes, Jungkook’s thrusts became sloppier as the other’s moans got louder, and he slipped up, feeling the head of his cock slide into Taehyung.
They both sucked in a sharp breath in unison, and Jungkook tipped his head back, pushing further into Taehyung with ease. “Did you finger yourself today?,” he said in an almost mocking tone.
Taehyung just whimpered as he bottomed out.
“Huh? Did you?”
Finally showing some form of embarrassment, Jungkook heard him mutter out something under his breath.
“Louder,” he demanded, “Tell me, and I’ll touch you”
“Okayyeahfine,” he admitted begrudgingly.
“Yeah, what? What did you do, you little slut?”
“I fingered myself to you… now god, please god damn-”
Jungkook cut him off by pulling back and bucking into him again, much harder this time.
“AGH,” Taehyung screamed, “ please just touch my cock, you teasing motherfucker”
Jungkook let out a rather evil laugh, and began to push into him at a pace he knew would be far too slow for Taehyung, “Might wanna think twice about the name calling”
“Okay I’m sorry, please, I'll do anything”
“What about ceasing to show up at my work to piss me off?”
“What, do you want me to show up at your apartment, instead?,” he replied, trying, and failing to keep his tone even.
“Actually,” okay, maybe Jungkook had never been as turned on as he was right now, “if you let me fuck you like this you can show up anytime you want,” his hand trailed down from where it still gripped the other’s neck to his groin.
Taehyung’s breath hitched in anticipation, and Jungkook felt his ego flare. This was where he wanted Taehyung, painfully desperate to the point where he was completely compliant to each of Jungkook’s demands.
Sadistically, he traced his fingers over Taehyung’s throbbing head, simply grazing at the precum which had collected atop it.
Taehyung involuntarily jerked forward, his body starved for the right kind of touch.
“No,” Jungkook said, stopping him by moving his nails to dig into his waist, knowing very well he had been rough enough to leave bruises. Good, he thought to himself, Taehyung needed a reminder of the lesson he was teaching him.
“This isn't fair,” his voice was shaking.
“Oh, but it is”
“You’re torturing me”
“Now you know how I feel at work”
Taehyung was now scratching at the window, desperate to grip anything to keep him grounded.
Jungkook decided to take mercy, picking him up, and quite literally throwing him onto the bed, eliciting a soft, “Oh,” from Taehyung as his back hit the sheets.
Jungkook was back on top of him almost immediately, allowing Taehyung a few quick strokes of his cock that had him arching against the mattress as his fingers tangled themselves in Jungkook’s comforter.
But as soon as Taehyung found it in himself to let a hoarse, “Finally,” Jungkook pulled his hand back, leaving him whining under him.
“I gotta say you’re really pissing me off right about now,” he said, voice trembling.
“Good,” he replied, leaning down to bite Taehyung’s nipple, “you wanna cum, baby?”
He nodded, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“You wanna cum for me that bad?”
“Yes, please, I'm begging you”
“Do you like it when I fuck your ass nice and slow?”
He nodded again, faster this time.
Jungkook licked his lips as he pushed back into Taehyung, “You’re so tight, Jesus, still so nice and wet from fingering yourself”
Jungkook went even slower this time, but pressed up into Taehyung’s prostate as best he could, earning a plethora of screams and incoherent babbling.
One word he was able to make out was, “Faster”
“You want me to go faster?”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, barely waiting a second before returning his hands to Taehyung’s waist and pulling him down as he slammed his hips up into him.
“God can you… like shut up for a single second?”
Tae screamed again, clearly trying to piss Jungkook off.
“Alright,” Jungkook shrugged over him, slowing back down.
“No, please, I'm sorry, okay, pleasepleaseplease, Jungkook”
“It's not enough that you have to be a dickhead 24/7,” he said, picking up his pace again, but this time purely for himself, “you have to get me a fucking... noise… complaint-god,” his eyes snapped open as he felt Taehyung clench around him.
“Seriously, Jungkook, I need to cum, I mean it,” Taehyung cried.
“Have you learnt your lesson?”
“Y-Yes, Jungkook, it hurts, touch me”
“Do you understand how fucking annoyed you get me now? Do you see how bad you rile me up?”
He didn't wait for an answer, wrapping a fist around his cock, admiring the sight of Taehyung unravelling beneath him, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched, and groaning as he jerked into Jungkook’s loose fist. He let out a final shudder before releasing himself across their torsos.
Jungkook wasn't quite done though, and within seconds, he sped back up to his brutal pace, Taehyung’s whines about sensitivity inching him closer, “I’m gonna cum down your throat, you little brat,” he seethed, pulling out and getting on his knees, “are you gonna let me fuck your mouth? Are you gonna let me choke you with my thick fucking cock”
Taehyung, clearly still seeing stars, just gave him a dazed look and nodded, crawling over to Jungkook, and licking a stripe up his cock, before taking the tip in his mouth. Jungkook almost choked as Taehyung slid his head all the way down, not letting a single gag escape his throat as he buried his nose in his pelvis.
Jungkook’s hands found the back of his hair, and he started fucking into his warmth, letting out animalistic grunts as Taehyung hollowed his cheeks around him.
Though Jungkook had actually planned on cumming in his mouth, the sight of Taehyung starting up at him with wide eyes gave him a better idea.
He pulled his cock out, letting it slip from Taehyung’s lips with a pop, and wrapped a hand around himself, giving his dick a few slow tugs before three thick, white ropes landed across his face.
“Shit,” Jungkook grunted, dumbstruck at how… pretty Taehyung looked like that, the dim streetlights outside highlighting the cum slowly dripping from his eyelashes and parted lips.
Jungkook reached down to wipe it from his lip with one finger, and gently from his eye with another, and stuck them into Taehyung’s mouth.
He opened his eyes at Jungkook, and swirled his tongue around them, eagerly licking them clean.
They just stared at eachother for a second, as what they’d just done sunk in.
Then, just as Jungkook fell back against his bed in utter disbelief, Taehyung burst out into a (weak, and shakey) fit of giggles.
“I can't believe how bad I piss you off,” he snorted, “am I really that annoying”
“Oh… definitely,” Jungkook managed, still struggling to catch his breath.
Taehyung rolled over, grabbing a wet tee shirt off the ground to wipe the rest of the cum off their bodies, “What time is it?”
Jungkook checked his watch, “Uh, shit, it's like past two,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “you got work tomorrow?”
“You can like… sleep over if you want”
That annoying grin was back, Jungkook realised, as Taehyung spread out, intruding into Jungkook’s space and let out a deep breath, “Don't mind if I do”
“Don't make this harder than it has to be”
Jungkook slept like a log that night, better than he had in a long time. He didn’t have any nightmares, either, something that usually came along with a good night's rest for him.
But he damn near thought he did when he woke up to Taehyung strolling around his kitchenette buck ass naked, making his imported Colombian dark roast coffee. He rolled over, hoping for the apparent dream to change, but seconds later, he felt a presence hovering over him.
He opened his eyes, and groaned, “Can you please not shove your dick in my face first thing in the morning?”
“Well, it’s past noon, so it’s not technically ‘first thing in the morning’”
Jungkook disregarded the comment, and looked up at his face, “That better not be my expensive ass coffee that you have there, Taehyung”
He shrugged nonchalantly.
“Fine,” he grumbled, accepting the it into his hands, “you better enjoy your $15 drink, dickhead”
“I picked you up in a literal hurricane, I think I earned this, Jungkook”
“About that,” Jungkook said, taking a sip, “why were you driving around in the middle of a flash flood at 11pm?”
“I was coming to get you,” he shrugged.
“Your coworker Jin is like, my childhood friend-”
“-so he texted me and told me he was too high to give you a ride so I should pick you up”
“Did you mean to be a solid half hour late?”
“Well… no, I was preoccupied”
“You were fingering yourself, weren’t you?”
Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, “You never know”
“Oh, but I think I do,” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him.
“Whatever, at least I saved you from literal death”
“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” Jungkook snorted, “but… thank you, Taehyung”
“You’re welcome,” it was a perfectly normal reply, but he could hear the smug satisfaction dripping from each word.
Another round of thunder cracked, and Jungkook shivered, pulling the covers tighter around him and taking another sip of his coffee. He turned his eyes to the window to admire the stormy weather, but something else caught his eye, “Did you seriously fucking get cum, drool, and tears all over my window?”
“Hey!,” Taehyung turned a bright red, “Look at what you did to me!,” he motioned down at his neck, shoulders, and chest, before turning around to show Jungkook his back, and ass, “I look like I was STONED, you douche, like, with real rocks. Not weed”
Jungkook actually did feel bad, he had known Taehyung was going to wake up with a couple bruises, and maybe some bite marks here and there, but it really did look like he’d been attacked… or no, the marks were clearly sexual. Which, in retrospect, was much worse, considering a fair amount of them would probably be visible if Taehyung was wearing a tee shirt.
That being said, the sight of Taehyung’s golden skin bathed in purple and red splotches as a result of his own actions had him fighting to keep his blood from rushing south. He reached out to run his fingers over the bruises on the other’s waist, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he saw goosebumps rise across his torso, “It suits you,” he traced his finger up Taehyung’s torso to a bite mark right below his clavicle, and pressed.
Taehyung jerked away snapping, “Ouch,” but Jungkook could tell he was trying to hold back a smile.
“You like them”
“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes, “busted. But you still literally Ted Bundy’d the shit out of me, is that not alarming?”
“Welp,” Jungkook cleared his throat, getting out of bed, and stretching, “better get used to it”
Taehyung’s eyes widened, and Jungkook was fairly sure the other boy was physically salivating, “Does that mean-”
“As long as you quit threatening my job,” he shrugged, turning around, and padding to the shower.
“Deal,” Taehyung called after him, as the bathroom door swung shut.