This is not how Taehyung envisioned spending his afternoon.
He’d had everything planned to the last detail. Making dinner reservations for seven. Skipping his night class to actually make said dinner reservations. Picking up the biggest bouquet of flowers his minimum wage job can buy. Convincing Yoongi to stay over with Namjoon so the apartment would be empty.
When his afternoon class had been cancelled, he’d seen it as the perfect excuse to start their date night early.
It had all shaped up to be a perfect anniversary.
“Babe?” Jiae startles in bed, pushing the boy hovering over her away. She sits up, clutching the sheets to her chest, and stares at Taehyung with wide eyes. “You. You’re supposed to be in class.”
“It was cancelled.”
Taehyung unfortunately catches sight of the dude’s dick as he scrambles to cover his body with the same blanket Taehyung had been sleeping under just a few hours ago. He looks almost frantic, eyes wide with terror like he thinks Taehyung is going to snap. Taehyung grimaces. His damn balls had been where this boy is now. The plastic wrapping of the flowers crinkles between Taehyung’s fingers.
The boy keeps his head ducked, looking to Jiae. “You said you were single.”
“Well.” Jiae says, lying back in bed. “I am now, if you want to stay.”
Taehyung tips his head. “She’s your problem now, man.”
He pulls out his lighter on his way out of the apartment, setting a few petals on fire and dropping the bouquet in the sink before stalking out.
“Fuck her, man. Seriously! She was nothing but trouble, and she hated your ties. Who the fuck hates ties? They look great with a suit and while choking you out during sex.”
Jimin is drunk but somehow not as drunk as Taehyung. He’d responded to Taehyung’s SOS needa be drunk now text with vigor, beating Taehyung to the bar and lining up five shots before Taehyung even stepped in the building.
“Yeah, well.” Taehyung tips back the last of his rum and coke, sliding the empty glass over to Seokjin and wordlessly asking for another.
“I bet she was shit in bed,” Jimin continues around his own drink. “Bet that boy was even worse. Probably cried when she pegged him.”
Taehyung accepts the shots Seokjin sets down in front of them and ignores the look he levels at the two of them. It’s far too early and they’re way too drunk for a Thursday night but Taehyung doesn’t even give a damn. He just had to give Namjoon and Yoongi his dinner reservations. The dinner reservations that he booked three months in advance. Taehyung takes both shots.
“He looked like a twink.” Taehyung agrees, grimacing at the burn of tequila, barely sated by the lime. “Not as tiny as you. Probably called his mom the first time he got sucked off.”
“It’s a fucking downgrade, is what it is, man.” Jimin’s hand misses the counter when he slams it down, slapping Taehyung’s knee instead. “You’re going, you’re going to be the next Van Gogh and she’s going to marry a beaver.”
Taehyung would laugh if it didn’t feel like someone was stabbing him in the chest. How Jimin maintains so much energy whenever they’re this drunk will always be beyond Taehyung. “Why the fuck is she going to marry a beaver?”
“That American TV show!” Jimin insists, slurring his words. “Leave it to Beaver.”
“That’s the family’s last name, dumbass.”
“Well the reboot will star Son Jiae as a beaver’s wife.”
“You’re fucking- ridiculous. Hyung, another round of shots.”
Seokjin looks spectacularly unimpressed as he pours Patron into a couple of shot glasses. Taehyung leans over the bar to poke his nose. “I’m cutting you off after this.”
Taehyung licks salt off Jimin’s fist and knocks back the shot. “Do that and I’ll walk to your place to drink your most expensive wine.”
Seokjin sighs. “Fuck you, Taehyung.”
Jimin misses his straw three times. “We should. We should egg her house.”
“She lives in the dorms.”
“We’ll egg her dorm.”
“Or we’ll set fire to her bed.”
“Put Jell-O in her shampoo-”
Taehyung slams his drink down with a little more force than necessary, the ice clinking obnoxiously. “Jimin, stop.”
Jimin appraises him quietly, eyes showing a little more sobriety than he has for the last few hours. “Okay. Sorry, man.”
“Don’t apologize. I just want to forget about her.”
“Which is why you’re going to be the one to get my stuff from her room.”
“The things I do for you,” Jimin sighs, finishing off his drink. Seokjin doesn’t turn around when they order another round so Jimin grabs a wine bottle from behind the counter. “When?”
“As soon as possible. I left Tata on her bed.” Taehyung scowls into his drink. Cheating Twink had shared a bed with Tata and that fact only makes him angrier.
“You are way too old to be naming your stuffed animals.”
“You can’t be mean to me, I got cheated on.” Taehyung mutters, snatching the wine from Jimin’s fingers. Seokjin has noticed they stole a bottle, passing two wine glasses over with a sigh. They don’t use them. “Oh, God, I’m going to be so sick in class tomorrow.”
“Drink more,” Jimin says, snatching two Jameson shots that Seokjin was in the middle of pouring for someone else. “Drink until you can’t think anymore.”
The bar fills up and then clears out slowly, Jimin and Taehyung still in their same chairs the entire time. Seokjin tries four times to cut them off, but falls through with every pout Taehyung levels at him. The watery eyes and quivering lip that Taehyung produces don’t hurt, either.
“Last call,” Seokjin says, even though Taehyung and Jimin are the last people here. “And before you ask, no I will not serve you anything else.”
Someone walks over to stand between two chairs on the adjacent side of the bar. “Hey, hyung. Did I leave my stats book here last weekend?”
“Yep. I’ve got it behind the counter.”
“Thanks.” The boy looks up, locks eyes with Taehyung, and freezes.
“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses. He’s out of wine and there’s nowhere to hide, but after a split second Taehyung realizes he’s not the one in the wrong here. He doesn’t need to hide from this guy, so he raises the empty bottle and announces, “If it isn’t Cheating Twink.”
The guy furrows his brow, glaring. “Hey man, I didn’t know-”
“Wait,” Jimin says. “This is the guy? Come here, I’m going to kick your ass-”
Seokjin grabs the back of Jimin’s shirt, making him sit still. “Please don’t stand up. I don’t need you collapsing on the floor again. Guk, grab your book and go.”
Seokjin lets them doze in a booth while he finishes closing up the bar before piling them into his car. Taehyung’s reached the stage in his drunk meter where all he wants is to sleep, while Jimin is listing off all of the nearby clubs that don’t have cutoffs at one am.
Taehyung is asleep before they even reach the apartment.
Taehyung is nursing his third cup of coffee before ten am on his fourth day of being drunk when the universe plays another practical joke on him. He’s sitting in the back of the lecture hall, hood over his head and a pounding headache hammering at his temples while waiting for his lecturer to show up. Maybe he should have listened to Yoongi and quit drinking after the second night.
But Taehyung isn’t very good at following advice that he doesn’t like. And while he’d been drunk and lying on a few pieces of pizza, Yoongi’s advice that he can’t drink his sorrows away had been the worst he’d received all week.
“Excuse me,” someone says, trying to get to the last open seat to Taehyung’s left. The soft words make Taehyung’s headache worsen, especially when the guy knocks into Taehyung’s legs and drops into his chair with a loud sigh. “Rough night?”
“Rough week.” Taehyung mutters, hoping this guy will leave him to die in peace.
No such luck. “I feel you on that, man. My roommate dared me to go shot for shot with him last night. Luckily, he’s a lightweight, but still. You know?” Taehyung grunts, eyes falling shut. From the shuffling around the classroom, he surmises that their lecturer has finally arrived. “Hey, dude. Do you have your notes from last week? I was out.”
“Jesus, man. Can’t you be quiet while I die-?”
Looking over, Taehyung tries to level this guy with a harsh glare but the action makes his head spin. Staring back at him is none other than-
The guy looks absolutely terrified as he stands up, holding his books to his chest, but there’s no where else to sit and the class grades attendance. He sits back down and mutters, “Why do you keep calling me that?”
Taehyung shrugs, resolutely staring at the front of the classroom. “Don’t know your name.”
“That was not an invitation to tell me your name.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Cheating Twink hisses, keeping his voice down low as their professor greets everyone and introduces that day’s topic. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
“You were balls deep in my girlfriend, genius.”
The guy stammers out a few syllables. Taehyung chances a look over and hates that the first thing he notices is how soft the guy’s hair looks, how his eyes are wide and full of expression. His cheeks flare red under the tiniest bit of scrutiny and Taehyung suddenly wants to know if he and Jimin had been correct a few days ago when they mocked this dude as a crier during sex. He probably looked so gorgeous getting wrecked, choking on cock until tears spilled-
“As far as I knew, she was single.” The guy finally manages. “Don’t be such a prick.”
“Don’t be such a prick, he says,” Taehyung mocks, taking a long drink of his coffee. He contemplates pouring it on this guy’s lap, but there’s no space to make a clean exit. “Like he didn’t end a three year relationship.”
“Wait- three years? Holy shit, we’d been fucking for two months.”
“Wonderful.” Taehyung snarls. “Congratulations. Hope every minute of it was worth ruining me.”
Taehyung shoots to his feet, interrupting whatever PowerPoint slide the class was on. He’ll just suck the professor off for notes later, or something.
“Wait-” The guy grabs Taehyung’s sleeve but lets go at the fiery glare Taehyung shoots him. “I didn’t mean-”
But Taehyung ignores him; forcing his way out of the lecture hall and stalking in the direction of town, phone in hand as he texts Jimin to meet him at the bar.
“Do we have a paper in psych due?”
“Uh.” Taehyung looks up from his sandwich. It’s not particularly appetizing, but with his monster hangover absolutely nothing looks appetizing. In his defense, it’s only been five days since everything went to shit. So on the grand scheme of things, Taehyung’s doing great. “Shit. Are we in psych this semester?”
Hoseok steals one of his chips. “It’s the class the cheating twink sat next to you in.”
Taehyung scowls. “Fuck him.”
“You do that. Do we have a paper?”
“How would I know?”
The courtyard is packed with students making the most of one of the first warm days of the year. Hoseok had to scare a few freshmen away from their usual table before they could sit, but whereas Hoseok was eating his food like a starved man, Taehyung was picking at his more than eating any of it. He blames it on the hangover.
“Plans for the weekend,” Hoseok says around a mouthful of chips. “Go.”
“Getting blackout wasted and never waking up.”
Hoseok nods, pretending to write that down. “Cool, cool. So, essentially, what you’ve been doing for the last five days.”
“Don’t be mean to me.”
“Sorry. Jimin said he and the others should be here soon.”
“Cool, I need some cuddles.”
Jimin makes his presence known by chucking something right at Taehyung’s head. Snapping his head up, Taehyung finds Tata- his stuffed heart thing he’d won in a festival game years ago- in his lap.
“Oh my God, you got him back!”
“It wasn’t easy,” Jimin says, sitting on the bench opposite Taehyung and raising a brow at the way Taehyung hugs Tata fiercely. Namjoon and a sluggish Yoongi take the bench to Taehyung’s left. They must have been up late with music again. “She tried to insist on keeping him, can you believe that?”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah,” Jimin snorts, polishing off the last of Taehyung’s chips. “Told me some bullshit story about how you gave it to her for her birthday. If I didn’t know you so well, Tae, I might’ve believed her. She’s very good at lying.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, shoving his un-eaten sandwich in Jimin’s direction before he can even ask for it. He wonders if he can get away with grabbing the water bottle of rum he’d left in his car without scrutiny from his friends. “Tell me about it. You know she was fucking that dude for two months?”
“Seriously?” Yoongi scoffs, head resting on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Who the fuck would cheat on you? And for two months! I’ve never seen you put as much effort into something as you did with that relationship.”
“Yeah. Well. Nothing gold can stay.”
Namjoon cups his hand on the back of Taehyung’s neck. “How are you?”
“I’m not drunk and I really want to call Jiae,” Taehyung says, eyes fluttering as Namjoon strokes nimble fingers through his hair. “So, I’m great.”
“Where’s Seokjin?” Hoseok asks. “He said he was going to bring you some hangover soup.”
“I’m here!” Seokjin’s voice comes from behind them. Taehyung whines a little when Namjoon’s attention shifts and he’s no longer playing so well with Taehyung’s hair. Seokjin places a Tupperware of something disgusting looking in front of Taehyung. “Sorry. Class ran late and I bumped into a friend. He’s actually going to eat with us, if that’s cool.”
“Sure,” Namjoon answers for the group, dropping his hand from Taehyung’s hair to hold it out to the new person.
The new guy takes Namjoon’s hand. “I’m Jeongguk-”
“No.” Jimin spits, gaze hardening. Amid their friends chastising his behavior, he taps Taehyung’s hand. “Look up.”
Taehyung does, and immediately he curses. “What the fuck. Fuck you- why are you everywhere?”
Seokjin looks between the two of them, confused. “You two know each other?”
“This is the guy Jiae cheated with.” Taehyung laughs bitterly, turning away from Jeongguk’s fallen expression. He looks younger like this, with embarrassment softening his features. Taehyung clutches Tata to his chest defensively; wonders if Jeongguk recognizes it. “I’m not fucking dealing with this shit. I’m going home to get very drunk and pass out in Jimin’s bed.”
“You have class,” Namjoon reminds him quietly.
“Jimin will take notes for me and I won’t even have to blow him for them.”
“You got that right. Kick his ass, Tae, I’ll hold Tata.”
“Nah.” Taehyung stands up slowly, sizing Jeongguk up as he goes. Jeongguk might have an inch or two on Taehyung, might rival the width of his shoulders, but he shrinks back as Taehyung rises to his full height, unable to meet his gaze. Interesting. “He’s not worth it.”
“Can you stop being such a dick?” Jeongguk snaps, looking at Taehyung only to avert his gaze a second later.
Taehyung raises a brow, feels his lips quirk at Jeongguk’s display of aggression. “Can you give me a reason to?”
When he turns away, Jeongguk’s finally finds it in himself to speak, shouting after him, “I didn’t know!”
“How many handles do we have left?”
Taehyung bounces a tennis ball at the opposite wall of where he’s sitting on the kitchen floor. When it comes back, he tosses it again. Jimin moves around him, heating up some leftover takeout for their healthy dinner of champions. “None. You cleared them out and I haven’t had any time to hit the liquor store.”
Fuck. “Not even that shit Yoongi hyung gave us as a gag gift?”
“You drank that.”
“I won’t let you drink that.”
Taehyung thunks his head against the cabinet. “I hate being sober.”
Jimin snorts. “Join the club, my dude.”
“I feel restless. Like I need to punch someone in the face.” Tossing the ball to himself really isn’t doing anything to quell the unease currently eating away at his stomach. “Do you have any weed?”
“No.” Jimin grabs their plates and a couple pairs of chopsticks before joining Taehyung on the floor. “I told you I’ve been trying to quit that habit.”
“Ugh. Who’s a reliable drug dealer that takes payments in the form of blowjobs?”
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say no one.”
Taehyung shovels three mouthfuls of noodles into his mouth at once. “Do you think Jiae misses me?”
“Eat your food, Taehyung.”
“I’m serious,” Taehyung says, as they’re working through their meals. “It’s been what, eight days? I wasn’t even the one to collect my shit. Maybe she broke it off with the twink and has been thinking about me-”
Jimin pokes his thigh with a chopstick. “Do you think Jiae was thinking of you when she was beneath that guy? Do you think she gave a damn if you missed her while getting railed by who knows how many people? Do you think she even bothered with the bed half of the time?”
Taehyung jerks back as if stung. “You don’t have to be so cruel about it, Chim.”
“I’m sorry, Tae,” Jimin says through a sigh. “I just don’t want you running back to someone who hurt you. Even if you did love her-”
“Woah, woah. Who the fuck said anything about love?”
Blinking slowly, Jimin stares at Taehyung for a long minute. “You were with her for three years, man. I just kinda assumed love had developed.”
“Love had most certainly not developed.” Taehyung’s chopsticks scrape the bottom of his bowl as he finishes. “I’d kinda been wanting to end things for a while, if I’m being honest.”
“Then… then why are you so pissed at Jeongguk?”
“Huh. I’m not sure,” Taehyung admits. “The principle of the thing?”
Silence falls between them, neither eating at their food anymore. Taehyung wonders if he can convince one of their hyungs to bring them a few handles, maybe a large bottle of Jameson, under the guise of a movie night. It is a Friday, after all. People who aren’t mourning a relationship or thinking about unfairly cute guys who don’t realize they’re with a liar are out having fun.
With a sigh, Taehyung puts his bowl on the ground next to him and goes back to tossing the ball across the room. He hates himself for it, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Jeongguk over the last few days. Not that there was anything particularly special about him, but Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about his pretty pink lips and big eyes.
“Okay! That’s enough of that.” Jimin announces, standing up. He grabs Taehyung’s wrist and hauls Taehyung to his feet. “No more wallowing and no more pity parties. You need to get laid to get your mind off Jiae.”
Taehyung scowls. “I don’t think there are any parties tonight.”
“I’m not talking about some stupid college party. We’re going to an actual club and you’re going to fuck someone in the bathroom like a dumbass. In the morning, we’ll watch cartoons if you can’t walk.”
“You have too much hope,” Taehyung mutters, accepting his fate of being dragged to his room. “Can’t I just eat my weight in ice cream?”
“We’ll do that after competition season is over. Now sit pretty on the bed and let me pick your outfit.”
This is how Taehyung finds himself an hour later standing at the bar of the club Jimin had brought him to, dressed in his tightest jeans and a translucent silk shirt. The ‘actual club’ was the bar Seokjin worked at, because according to Jimin, on the weekends it might as well be a club. Taehyung had to admit that it was almost unrecognizable, tables shoved out of the way to make room for a makeshift dance floor by the DJ, cramped in the corner. The lights were switched colorful strobe, flashing in time with the music.
Jimin had brought along Hoseok, the two of them flirting up a storm a few chairs away from where Taehyung stood. Seokjin was too preoccupied with customers to pay proper attention to Taehyung, so one of the other bartenders had made his drink and it was weak.
“Dance with someone!” Jimin yells, as he passes by Taehyung. He’s already a little drunk, flushed high in his cheeks as he stumbles off somewhere.
Taehyung’s been trying, honestly. He’s been scanning the crowd since they first arrived, but he’s found that it’s a lot that he doesn’t want. It’s either businessmen old enough to be his dad sitting and complaining at the bar, or overeager college students grinding on the dance floor. The bar is not big enough for how many people are packed in, people knocking into each other just to move around. He’s about to leave, to call it a night and curl up in his bed with Tata instead of dealing with any of this when Seokjin taps him on the shoulder and passes him a shot.
“I didn’t order this,” Taehyung says, eyeing the tequila with trepidation.
“Someone else bought it for you. Don’t worry, I know the guy.”
He hasn’t been drinking tonight, making the decision to be Hoseok and Jimin’s designated driver once he saw how hard Jimin hit the vodka when they arrived, (and when he’d taken one sip of his watered down garbage cocktail.) Still, maybe he needs something to take the edge off, so Taehyung knocks back the shot with a grimace.
Seokjin ruffles his hair. “Try to have fun tonight, okay? You deserve a break.”
Taehyung nods, even though he really has no intention of following through. If the service weren’t so bad at the bar, he’d be playing some game on his phone while Jimin and Hoseok played the game of whether or not one of their dicks would end up in the other’s mouth.
He’s scanning the crowd for the fourth time that night when Taehyung spots Jeongguk on the dance floor, sandwiched between two guys smaller than him. The visual would almost be funny if not for Jeongguk’s lethal moves, the sinful way he’s rolling his hips to the beat of the music. From his spot at the bar, Taehyung can see the sheen of sweat on Jeongguk’s neck when he throws his head back onto one of the guy’s shoulders. He grins and Taehyung curses. God, the things he could do to Jeongguk.
He’s not going to act on it. He’s not going to pay any mind to the heat currently working its way up his body. Honestly he’s not. Except Taehyung’s growing more and more restless at his spot by the bar, dodging drunk girls and ignore the advances of older men and women alike. No, he’s not looking for a sugar daddy but he sure as hell will be written into a rich dude’s will. Taehyung wasn’t going to act on it, but then Jeongguk skims the front of his body with his hand as he moves his hips slowly, and Taehyung’s done for.
Taehyung crosses the floor before he really knows he’s moved in the first place. The guy behind Jeongguk scrams as Taehyung approaches, pretty damn clear in his intent.
“Leave.” Taehyung tells the other guy, once he’s close enough.
Drunk and swaying, the guy laughs. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing-?”
“I won’t ask again.”
Jeongguk watches the exchange with wide eyes, gasping when Taehyung grips his hips and pulls their bodies flush. He stands still, throat bobbing as he swallows nervously. “Uh-”
“What happened, huh?” Taehyung whispers, voice husky and quiet. He knows Jeongguk will have to strain to hear him. “You were dancing so well before. Or is that over, now?”
“Can you say anything else?”
Jeongguk’s expression of mild terror drops into a scowl. “Yes.”
“Ah, the baby can speak. Dance with me.”
Jeongguk can say no. Jeongguk can tell Taehyung to fuck off and Taehyung will go, no questions asked. But Jeongguk doesn’t. Instead, he curls his fingers into Taehyung’s waistband, until there’s no space left between them, and whispers, “Be careful what you wish for.”
He’s devastatingly good with his hips, Taehyung learns. Jeongguk whirls around on his heel, hooks an arm around Taehyung’s neck and grinds to the sultry beat of the song. Taehyung’s doesn’t recognize the melody, but he does recognize a good club song when he hears one, so he folds his hands on Jeongguk’s hips and matches his movements. They don’t touch more than their hands on the other’s body; that tantalizing slip of distance between them feels vast as the song speeds up and Jeongguk follows.
The dance floor is crowded, bodies pressed too close to one another, but Taehyung doesn’t notice at all. He’s completely captivated by sweaty brown hair and swaying hips. From this close, Taehyung can see the droplets of sweat that skim down Jeongguk’s neck, the way his black t-shirt clings from perspiration. But perhaps most notably, Taehyung can see the way Jeongguk bites his lip, focusing hard on his movements, like he’s trying to impress Taehyung, like he’s trying to be good. Taehyung had said to dance, after all, and Jeongguk was showing him that he knew how to move. Taehyung’s hands tighten on Jeongguk’s hips before he yanks him closer, so he’s grinding lightly on Taehyung’s crotch instead of to the air.
Jeongguk gasps, head falling onto Taehyung’s shoulder. His eyes are wide and clear, hands gripping the back of Taehyung’s hair. “I-I thought you hated me.”
Snorting, Taehyung dips his fingers below Jeongguk’s shirt. “What makes you think I’ve changed my mind?”
“Never mind,” Jeongguk mutters, gaze hardening.
It’s adorable, Taehyung thinks, how Jeongguk tries so hard to maintain this aura of authority. It’s written in the way he carries himself, the way he dances, the way he’d tried to stand up to Taehyung in the past. But there are cracks, obvious fissures that Taehyung can see with ease. That Taehyung wants to shatter completely.
Taehyung slips his hand into Jeongguk’s back pocket and squeezes his ass, watching the way his eyes flutter shut. “You like that, Jeongguk?”
“Did you let Jiae play with your ass?”
Jeongguk’s pace falters, slightly. Unnoticeable to someone watching from outside their little bubble. “You don’t want to talk about her.”
“Perceptive,” Taehyung says. He moves his other hand to Jeongguk’s hair, jerking his head to the side to nose along his slick neck. “Tell me then, Guk-ah. What do I want to talk about?”
Swallowing, Jeongguk shivers beneath Taehyung’s ministrations. He’s not dancing anymore- neither of them have been for the last few minutes- but Taehyung uses the hold on his ass to urge him to continue moving his hips, dragging his ass against Taehyung’s crotch. The song changes again. Jeongguk’s hold on Taehyung’s neck weakens.
“Me.” Jeongguk says, when Taehyung growls in warning. “You want to talk about me.”
“Wrong.” Taehyung bites at a spot on Jeongguk’s neck, hard enough to elicit a whimper. “I don’t want to talk.”
Jeongguk rips his head away from Taehyung’s hold, glaring at Taehyung for a long minute before he turns around in Taehyung’s arms. “Then why are you here?”
“You know exactly why I’m here,” Taehyung murmurs, gripping Jeongguk’s jaw between his fingers. Jeongguk glances to the side and then to the floor, shoulders tensing with a shuddering breath. “Just say the word, Jeongguk.”
A long, long moment passes before Jeongguk gives in. “Please.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You’ll have to do better that that.”
“Please,” Jeongguk’s voice breaks and shit, Taehyung could get drunk on the sight of Jeongguk’s big, wide eyes alone. “Please touch me.”
Taehyung can recognize a kiss from a mile away, and as he drops his hand to the hardness tenting the front of Jeongguk’s jeans, Jeongguk leans forward to connect their lips. Instead of letting it happen, Taehyung dodges the kiss to trail his teeth along Jeongguk’s neck, reveling in the shudder that wracks through Jeongguk’s body when he does.
Pressing his palm hard against Jeongguk’s cock, Taehyung grins at the little sounds he lets out. His hands tighten in Taehyung’s shirt.
“You sound pretty,” Taehyung says against his neck. He quickly yanks down the zipper of Jeongguk’s pants to get a better hold on his cock, jerking his wrist slightly.
“Mnh- hng, I-” Jeongguk gasps as Taehyung squeezes his cock, his head dropping onto Taehyung’s shoulder. “I don’t- shit- hn, I don’t even know your name.”
“Taehyung,” he says, whispers into Jeongguk’s ear before nipping the lobe. “My name is Taehyung.”
He curls his wrist meanly and Jeongguk shudders, hips simultaneously trying to move away from the pressure and chase it. “Oh, God. Not- not here. Taehyung, not here.”
“No?” Taehyung teases, licking a wet stripe along Jeongguk’s ear. He tries to ignore how much he likes the sound of his name on Jeongguk’s tongue. “Don’t want me to fuck you here? Lay you out on the floor and wreck you where everyone can see?” Jeongguk whines, panting hotly against Taehyung’s neck. “Your body tells me otherwise.”
“Shut- hng- shut up.”
“That’s no way to speak to the guy holding your dick.”
Taehyung stops moving his hand, pinching Jeongguk’s waist in warning when he tries to grind against his palm. “I’ll stop. I’ll stop right now and leave you to deal with this shit here, in front of everyone.”
“No,” Jeongguk gasps, circling his fingers around Taehyung’s wrist to try to get him to move again. “No, please, I- I’ll be good, Tae.”
“Will you?” Jeongguk nods, a little desperately, against Taehyung’s neck. “I’ll hold you to that. Come on.”
Jeongguk stumbles as Taehyung pulls away entirely, no longer supporting most of his weight, as he grabs Jeongguk’s hand to lead him to the bathrooms. Jeongguk does a poor job of concealing his hardness, his pants still unzipped and his shirt too short to cover anything. He doesn’t seem to mind much, or maybe that’s just because Taehyung isn’t giving him a chance to care, hurrying through the crowd of people without glancing back.
The bathroom is empty when Taehyung pushes the door open, and he’s fine with going at it right against the sink, but Jeongguk seems to have his reservations. He hesitantly tugs Taehyung to one of the stalls, locking the door behind them and squirming a little when he faces Taehyung again.
“Well?” Taehyung prods, leaning against the wall.
“Gotta get me hard if anything’s going to happen.”
Jeongguk blanches, cheeks coloring. “None of that got you hard?”
“Not hard enough to fuck you ‘till your crying.” Taehyung shrugs, arms crossed against his chest. “Now be a good boy and get on your knees.”
Taehyung takes note of the way Jeongguk shivers at that, dropping to his knees before Taehyung can blink. His fingers shake against Taehyung’s zipper, fumbling with the button before he finally gets them open and tugs Taehyung’s half-hard cock out of his pants. With slow, practiced movements, Jeongguk hesitantly strokes his cock, almost reverent in the way he stares.
Scoffing, Taehyung nudges his knee against Jeongguk’s shoulder. “I don’t have all night, Jeongguk.”
“Sorry,” Jeongguk breathes, dipping his thumb into the slit of Taehyung’s cock and making Taehyung suck his lips together to keep back a moan. “Sorry, shit, I’ll-”
Without another word, Jeongguk swallows down all of Taehyung’s cock. The sudden wet, tight heat of his mouth makes Taehyung gasp, his back arching off the wall. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t expecting Jeongguk, who looked like a terrified, tiny animal most of the time, to be capable of sucking cock so well. Jeongguk bobs his head, keeps one hand on Taehyung’s thigh and the other at the base of his cock, stroking what he can’t quite fit in his mouth.
He’s messy about it, too, drool and spit gathering at the corners of his mouth as he hollows his cheeks, brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to take Taehyung deeper. Taehyung pushes his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair, pulling harshly. Jeongguk moans around the cock shoved deep in his mouth, eyes closing where they’d previously been staring up at Taehyung.
“Jeongguk.” He makes a noise of question. “No hands, baby.” Another shiver, another wrecked moan, Taehyung notices as Jeongguk brings his hands behind his back. “Ah, you really like that? Like being my baby boy?”
Jeongguk pulls off his cock, catching his breath. For a moment, he seems to be thinking something over, glaring up at Taehyung with wide, wet eyes before he just. Stops. Hangs his head with a nod. Mouths over Taehyung’s cock as if to distract him. “I- I really like it, Tae-”
“Better get back to it, then, baby. Gotta earn hyung’s cock.”
The honorific slips out; Taehyung hadn’t meant to give Jeongguk permission to refer to him as something so… cordial. Friendly. He blames it on the intoxicating sight of Jeongguk giving in to him, his entire body relaxing with submission as he hurriedly takes Taehyung’s cock back between his lips, as if he’s afraid that Taehyung will take it away if he waits too long.
Jeongguk gags on his cock and Taehyung curses, and curses again at the tears that collect in the corner of Jeongguk’s eyes. Before giving himself a chance to think about it, Taehyung curls his hand in the hair at the back of Jeongguk’s neck and brings his other hand up to pinch Jeongguk’s nose.
His reaction is instantaneous, a loud, wrecked, moan spilling from his lips as his throat spasms around Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung eases up on his nose. “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” Taehyung says, to which Jeongguk eagerly nods. “Tap my thigh if you need an out.”
But Jeongguk’s eyes are hard with the challenge, not quite surrendering himself to Taehyung entirely. Taehyung will be sure to change that by the end of this.
Squeezing Jeongguk’s nose again, restricting his breathing to his mouth, Taehyung is not gentle about the way he fucks into Jeongguk’s wet, waiting mouth. Spit slicks his entire cock, messy as fuck as Taehyung fucks deeper into Jeongguk’s throat. Jeongguk keeps his hands behind his back, relying on Taehyung to hold him steady because Taehyung hadn’t said he could use them. Tears spill over Jeongguk’s cheeks, shining in the shitty lighting of the bathroom as Taehyung uses him, takes what he wants with every brutal thrust and doesn’t give Jeongguk a chance to catch up.
“Look at you,” Taehyung hisses, snapping his hips forward with more force. Jeongguk does his best not to look away. “Dirty baby. Fuckin’ made for taking cock, weren’t you? Made to be used.” Jeongguk’s eyes fall shut, and Taehyung grips his hair harder in warning. “Look at me, baby. Didn’t you say you’d be good for me?”
It’s almost too much, Jeongguk’s warm brown eyes shining with tears as he chokes on Taehyung’s cock. God, Taehyung would bet his entire scholarship that Jeongguk looked absolutely stunning sobbing into a pillow, overwrought with pleasure until he couldn’t speak anymore-
Jeongguk sobs when Taehyung pulls his cock from between his lips, chasing his cock to try and get his mouth on him again. Taehyung quiets his subsequent babbling with a thumb between his lips.
“I can’t fuck you if I come, Jeongguk.”
“Do- do I get your cock now?” Jeongguk asks, voice absolutely ruined, cracking on several words. He nuzzles his face against Taehyung’s cock, lip quivering when he pulls back to look up at Taehyung. “Was I- was I good? I was good, hyung, please. Can I have your cock?”
Fuck, Taehyung hadn’t even needed to ask him to beg. Jeongguk was filthy. “You do,” Taehyung says. Jeongguk’s grin is blinding. “On your feet, baby. Hands on the wall.” Jeongguk scrambles to comply, sighing happily as Taehyung grips his hips and forces him into a better position. “I don’t have any lube-”
“I do,” Jeongguk interrupts. “In my pocket.”
Taehyung fishes out a condom and a couple packets of lube from Jeongguk’s front pocket, chuckling against his ear. “Oh, Jeongguk. You came here expecting to get fucked, didn’t you? Thought you’d find a pretty boy to kiss, to make you cry in a dirty bathroom? Nasty boy. Did it work?”
Jeongguk squirms as Taehyung maps out a path along his clothed ass. “Can- don’t call me that. Please.”
“Hm? Call you what? Jeongguk?”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
Taehyung grins against his neck, using his palm to push Jeongguk’s body flat against the door, crowding in close until his cock was pressed against Jeongguk’s lower back. He follows so easily. “What should I call you instead?”
“Do I?” With painstakingly slow movements, Taehyung pushes down Jeongguk’s jeans and boxers, hard cock bouncing against his stomach, flushed red and leaking. “You’ll have to refresh my memory.”
Jeongguk whimpers. “Baby.”
“What? Speak up, Jeongguk.”
“Baby!” He snaps, the fight immediately draining from his limbs as Taehyung takes his cock in hand. Jeongguk is going to be the death of him, and the only thing Taehyung wants playing on his tombstone is the memory of Jeongguk giving in so beautifully. “Hng- I’m- I’ll… fuck.”
“Want to be my baby?” Taehyung mocks, breathing hot in Jeongguk’s ear. “My dirty baby, let me fuck you here? Fuck the same guy I found in my bed. Scandalous, baby.”
“What do you want, baby boy?”
Jeongguk is panting, his entire body relaxing in Taehyung’s hold. He rests his cheek on his folded arms, glancing back at Taehyung. “Y-your cock. Your fingers. Anything. I’ll take anything.”
Taehyung snickers, pulling back slightly to tug Jeongguk’s jeans and boxers down his ass. Jeongguk pushes into the touch. “Good answer.”
He rips open the lube and coats his fingers, not waiting for them to warm up before he’s prodding Jeongguk’s hole with one finger. Jeongguk throws his head back, moaning loud and long as Taehyung presses in to the knuckle.
Taehyung doesn’t take his time fingering Jeongguk, pulling out his one finger only to immediately shove two into his hole. Jeongguk quivers, feet slipping when he tries to push his legs further apart, but with his pants still so high on his thighs he doesn’t make much more space.
“Please,” Jeongguk gasps, panting into Taehyung’s neck. “Please, I need more-”
“You’ll take what I give you,” Taehyung snarls, scissoring his fingers.
He purposefully ignores Jeongguk’s prostate, spreading three and then four fingers wide and stretching Jeongguk more. Jeongguk makes the loveliest noise- a broken little whine- when Taehyung squeezes the fourth finger in, fucking down onto Taehyung’s hand and babbling, begging for more, begging for Taehyung’s cock, words spilling almost as fast as his tears had earlier.
“I’m ready, I’m ready- please- want your cock, hyung, please.” He makes a strangled noise when Taehyung removes his fingers, hole clenching pathetically against nothing. Jeongguk swallows, leveling Taehyung with what he assumes is his deadliest pout. “Please, I’m- Gukie’s ready, please-”
“Shut up,” Taehyung mutters. “You’re so annoying.”
Jeongguk pouts harder. “I just- I want-”
“I know what you want, baby.” Taehyung rolls the condom over his length, hissing at his own touch as he slicks himself up with the last of the lube. “Keep your hands on the door.”
Jeongguk moans loudly as Taehyung pushes in, hands on Jeongguk’s ass to keep him spread as he thrusts in with purpose, barely giving Jeongguk any time to adjust to his cock before he’s pulling out and slamming back in. Jeongguk’s fingers scramble against the wall as he tries to match Taehyung’s brutal, fast pace.
“Mnh-ah,” Jeongguk gasps, face pressed against the door where Taehyung crowds his body in place. “Good, hyung- hn- so good.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung chuckles, leaning close to bite harshly at Jeongguk's neck. He changes the angle of his hips, nudging Jeongguk’s prostate with every thrust and Jeongguk sobs, clenching around Taehyung’s cock. “You like it, baby? Like how well hyung fucks you? Such a dirty baby, I bet this isn’t enough for you, I bet you could take more.”
Jeongguk whimpers, thrashing when Taehyung shoves his hands beneath his t-shirt and drags his nails down his chest. Taehyung tweaks a nipple and Jeongguk keens, hair matted to his forehead.
“Am I right, hm? You’re such a slut, baby. This is nothing for you.”
“I-I.” Jeongguk lets out a sob when Taehyung pinches his nipples, legs nearly giving out beneath him. Taehyung pulls him back against the wall and fucks into him harder, his pants rubbing against the soft flesh of Jeongguk’s ass. “Mn- Tae-”
“Keep your voice down, unless you want the whole bar to know how good you’re getting fucked.”
“I can’t,” Jeongguk cries out, head thrashing. “I can’t- you- I need- kiss me. Something. I can’t- mhn- can’t- kiss me, hyung. Please, please-”
“No,” Taehyung mutters, hips snapping painfully against Jeongguk’s. He slips two fingers into Jeongguk’s open mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Jeongguk immediately sucks them deeper, eyes closing as he loses himself in the sensations. “Look at you, my little bitch, taking everything hyung gives him.”
Jeongguk’s hips stutter, his cock kicking against his chest as Taehyung pushes his fingers in more, presses on the back of his tongue. “I’m close,” he garbles around Taehyung’s fingers, pulling back to lick at the pads of his fingers and to say, “I’m so close, hyung, please, please touch my cock.”
“Can you come untouched?”
Jeongguk falters. “I don’t- I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Taehyung taunts. “Or you just can’t?”
“I- shit- I don’t-”
“Don’t play dumb with me, baby.”
“I can’t! I can’t, please touch Gukie’s cock, please-!”
The door slams open, startling both of them. Taehyung, without thinking, moves his hand from Jeongguk’s mouth to the base of his throat, and Jeongguk’s body shivers with anticipation as the guy stumbles around the bathroom. He must be talking on his phone, traces of a boring conversation reaching their ears.
Taehyung bites the shell of Jeongguk’s ear, squeezing lightly at his neck. “Keep quiet.”
With that, Taehyung resumes the punishing rhythm of his hips, Jeongguk biting at his fist to try and keep his noises at bay. Taehyung is close, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his high. Jeongguk paws at the hand on his neck, but when Taehyung goes to remove it, he shakes his head and moves it higher and tries to close Taehyung’s fingers around his neck on his own.
“Nasty slut,” Taehyung whispers into his ear. Jeongguk’s hips kick. “You want him to hear, don’t you? Want everyone to see how good you look getting fucked, hm?”
As soon as the door closes again, Jeongguk cries out desperately. “Please! Let me come, Tae, please.”
“You don’t come until I tell you to.”
Taehyung grabs the base of his cock with his other hand, tightening the hand around Jeongguk’s neck. He rocks his hips back onto Taehyung, clenching his walls, as Taehyung uses him, pounding harshly into him until he’s coming with a strangled groan, biting Jeongguk’s neck to try and muffle the noise.
Jeongguk’s voice, when Taehyung’s hips slow down substantially, is thick with unshed tears. “Gukie now? Can- can I come?”
Taehyung pushes through the uncomfortable overstimulation to keep fucking into Jeongguk, finally closing his hand around Jeongguk’s throat like he’s been urging. Jeongguk’s gasp is silent, mouth falling open as Taehyung strokes his cock at the same fast pace he moves his hips.
“Come for me, baby.”
“D-da- Tae- hng- oh-”
Jeongguk comes hard, his entire body tensing as he spills over Taehyung’s palm and onto the door of the stall. He moans Taehyung’s name loudly as Taehyung relaxes the hold on his neck, letting Jeongguk shiver through his orgasm, his walls constricting painfully around Taehyung’s cock. He keeps stroking Jeongguk off until the tears fall and he flinches away from the touch, all but collapsing against the door.
“Open up, baby boy,” Taehyung murmurs, bringing his come soaked hand to Jeongguk’s mouth. He licks the come from Taehyung’s fingers and palms contently, eyes closing with a sigh as both of them catch their breath. “Filthy. Absolutely filthy.”
“Says the guy who just fucked me in a bar bathroom.”
“Watch your mouth.”
Taehyung pulls out slowly, tying off the condom and dropping it behind the toilet. He shoots a quick prayer to anything that Seokjin won’t be the one cleaning these bathrooms tonight. Quickly re-doing his pants, Taehyung tries to fix his hair into something presentable before turning to Jeongguk, who’d only turned around to lean against the door.
“Pull your pants up.”
“I can’t,” Jeongguk whines. “I think you broke me.”
Taehyung snorts. “Good.” Still, he’s not as much an asshole as he’d like to be, so he pulls up Jeongguk’s boxers and jeans and wipes the come from the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth with his thumb, feeds it to him.
“Wait-” Jeongguk grasps his wrist, chewing on his lip uncertainly. “Can- can we do this again?”
Taehyung nearly blurts yes, eagerly wants to put his theories to the test when it comes to Jeongguk. Wants to play a bit more with what he’d learned tonight. So he says, “Ask me when I’m no longer pissed at you.”
Jeongguk pouts, eyes wide. “How will I know when you’re not mad?”
“You’ll have to ask me.”
“But, how will I-?”
“You’re a smart boy, aren’t you, baby?” Taehyung curls his hands into Jeongguk’s collar, dragging him close. Jeongguk swallows at the proximity. Taehyung draws Jeongguk’s bottom lip between his teeth, brief with the pressure. “Figure it out.”
“Can I at least get your number?” Jeongguk calls after him, once Taehyung’s washed his hands and reached the door.
Taehyung is grinning as he approaches Jimin and Hoseok, both a little too drunk, at the bar and tries to corral them out so they can go the fuck home. Taehyung wants a shower. Jimin narrows his eyes. “Who?”
“You’ll never believe me.”
“Well,” Taehyung grins, unlocking the car. “It all started eight terrible days ago.”
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“Well.” Jimin rolls his eyes, catching the basketball as Taehyung’s shot misses. “It’s been two months since the shit with Jiae. I’m just checking up on you.”
“Aw, how gay.”
“I’ll shove this ball up your ass.”
Taehyung catches the basketball with a little grunt. “And I’ll thank you.”
He lines up another shot and misses again, ignoring the little snicker from Jimin. Jimin lands an easy layup before tossing the ball back to Taehyung.
“For real, my dude. How are you doing?”
Taehyung shrugs, turning the ball around several times in his hands. “I fucked her roommate and her sister. Kinda hard to be hung up on her when her sister’s a gymnast.”
“Oh my God.”
“And Jeongguk,” Jimin says, catching another of Taehyung’s poor shots.
“Oh, yeah. Fucked him, too.”
Taehyung makes his next shot, high-fiving himself when Jimin refuses to do so. So what if they’ve been out here almost an hour and Taehyung’s only made four shots in total? Jimin is his best friend, he’s contractually obligated to support him throughout all of his bad decisions- even those that involve basketball on the other side of campus as their apartment at two in the morning.
Jimin takes his time, dribbling without passing the ball back. “Also told me he’s the best you’ve had since starting to date Jiae.”
“I was drunk.”
“You were not.”
“Don’t expose me like this.”
“You expose yourself.”
The breeze picks up, ruffling Taehyung’s bangs beneath his beanie. Although the days were getting warmer, the nights were still cold enough to warrant sneaking into Jimin’s bed for cuddles, even if Hoseok complained the entire morning that Taehyung didn’t fit whenever the older stayed over. Taehyung’s solution was for Hoseok to sleep on the couch. Jimin didn’t like that solution very much.
Jimin dribbles circles around Taehyung before sinking what Taehyung thinks would be a 3-pointer over his head. He chases down the ball before Taehyung can even think to do so, not that he’s really been trying this evening.
“Yes, my love?”
Jimin scowls, shoving past Taehyung to shoot another layup. “You gonna hook up with Jeongguk again?”
Taehyung groans, waiting for Jimin to pass the ball back again before answering. “No. He was good, sure, but I feel he’d kinda be a constant reminder of Jiae and I don’t need that shit.”
“Understandable. What are you going to do about him?”
“What do you mean?”
“You share a class with him.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “A class that I spend nearly the whole time sleeping on Hoseok hyung. It’s not like he’s reached out to me, we’re not going to see each other again.”
“I see.” Jimin curses when Taehyung misses another easy shot. It’s late and Taehyung thinks Jimin’s been up for an entire week studying for an exam, and for a second Taehyung feels guilty about dragging his best friend out here for shitty basketball and the high probability of catching a cold. But then Jimin speaks again, and suddenly Taehyung has no regrets. “Dude, that’s horse. You literally just lost. And you’ve only been playing against yourself.”
“Don’t be mean to me.” Taehyung busts out his best pout and Jimin sighs. “Not all of us grew up being the best at sports.”
“Fine, I’m sorry. Want me to come over there and show you how to do it? Put my arms around you and teach you how to properly handle some balls?”
“I know how to handle balls.”
“You can always improve.”
“Only if you don’t tell Hoseok hyung.” Taehyung makes two shots in a row and demands a kiss for celebration, but all he gets is Jimin trying to shove his fingers up Taehyung’s nose when Taehyung tries to claim said kiss. His beanie gets knocked off in the scuffle and Jimin has to chase down the basketball. The courts are empty, illuminated only by the light of the moon. Taehyung shoves his beanie in the pocket of his jacket. “Speaking of, how are you and Hoseok-ah?”
“Ugh.” Jimin bounces the ball off Taehyung’s kneecap, nearly making him lose his balance. “Don’t even remind me. I don’t know what else I could do to hint at him to ask me out, for fuck’s sake.”
“You could confess.”
“And miss out on these primo k-drama moments? No, thank you.”
“You’re one to talk.”
Taehyung scowls, stealing the ball where Jimin’s dribbling around him again and missing another easy shot. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Jimin sighs, suddenly a little more serious than Taehyung has seen in a while. “All I’m saying, dude, is I think you might’ve found something good in Jeongguk-”
“In the guy who fucked my girlfriend.”
“How long are you going to hold that over his head?” Jimin asks, exasperated.
“What the fuck?” Taehyung holds the ball to his chest. “There’s not exactly a guidebook titled What To Do When You Fuck Someone You’ve Shared A Vagina With. Not exactly a calendar for when you’re allowed to forgive a cheater.”
“You didn’t love Jiae.”
“That doesn’t change what they did.”
“Fine, Jesus, whatever,” Jimin concedes, snatching the ball back. “Why the fuck are we out here, anyway? You suck at basketball, it’s cold, and all I’ve eaten for two days is week old takeout.”
Taehyung squirms a little under the intensity of Jimin’s gaze. “I can’t sleep lately.”
Jimin’s expression immediately softens as he puts the ball down on top of his backpack. He takes Taehyungs hands in his own, playing lightly with Taehyung’s fingers. “Anything I can help with?”
“I think I’m just stressed about exams,” Taehyung says. “It’s also weird adjusting to being single again.”
“Oh.” Jimin’s hands are cold from how long they’ve been out here, but they feel nice holding both of Taehyung’s. “Yeah. Let’s just get married. I’m tired of flaky relationships, anyway.”
“I don’t think Hobi would like that very much.”
“Might finally give him motivation to date me.”
Taehyung laughs, the knot in his chest dissipating slightly. “We’ll keep that idea for later.”
“Maybe you just need to get laid again.”
“Or I need to adopt a dog.”
“Idiot.” Jimin hooks his backpack over his shoulders and hands the ball back to Taehyung, linking their arms together as they leave the court. “Tell me about cheating twink again.”
With a sigh, Taehyung pulls Jimin even closer and whines, “I already told you about him.”
“Yes, but I was drunk off my ass.”
“Well…” There is one thing that Taehyung had kept to himself, knowing that even if Jimin was super drunk when Taehyung shared; it would be impossible for Jimin to forget it. Still, Taehyung has to tell someone, or he might explode. “He did try to call me daddy.”
Jimin stops dead in his tracks, staring at Taehyung with wide eyes. “He did not.”
“He did. Came before he could get it out, though.”
“That’s fucking hot, man.”
“I know, right?” Taehyung shakes his head, hurriedly trying to dispel the memories of fucking Jeongguk in a dirty bathroom like they hadn’t been plaguing him for weeks. “Didn’t even know I was into that shit.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who wore a skirt to impress his not-boyfriend.”
“You asshole, I sent you those Snapchats in confidence.”
“And that, dear Jimothy, was your first mistake.”
Jimin tries to pull his arm away without any true intent. “You can’t sleep in my bed tonight.”
Taehyung’s whining breaks Jimin’s weak defenses, just like always. “Fine, but you can’t be the big spoon.”
“That’s even worse!”
Turns out, Taehyung’s plans to never even think about the cheating twink again are far easier said than done. Seokjin’s “old friend” turned out to be his cousin, who’d just transferred to the same University as the rest of them at the beginning of the semester. And, as it turns out, Seokjin is cunningly genius when it comes to integrating Jeongguk into their group of friends.
Seokjin waits until Taehyung doesn’t have an escape, trapped in the seat against the wall before revealing that Jeongguk is joining the group for lunch. Or inviting Taehyung over for dinner only for Jeongguk to be there, too, squished between two of Taehyung’s hyungs like he’d been there the entire time. Taehyung especially hates it when he’s a few drinks in at their local bar before Seokjin says Jeongguk’s finished up an assignment and is heading over, and then refuses to call Taehyung an Uber when he tries to run away.
More often than not, it’s Jimin’s pointed glares that have Taehyung sitting back down with an exaggerated groan.
The worst, Taehyung thinks, is when he’s walking across campus between classes. Between his photography class and his mandatory calculus class, Seokjin would always walk with him. Now he brings along cheating twink, and links an arm over both Taehyung and Jeongguk’s shoulders so neither of them can run.
And it’s not that Taehyung hates Jeongguk. He just doesn’t like looking at Jeongguk and seeing their bathroom tryst. Doesn’t like looking at Jeongguk and hearing what he sounds like when he comes. So, really, Taehyung is avoiding him for his own health.
Yoongi- the traitor- accepts Jeongguk first, falling for Jeongguk’s love for music and budding interest in production. From there, Namjoon and Hoseok follow suit, offering help with Jeongguk’s production projects and bringing him along to the small studio space they rent out a few nights a month. Jimin runs into Jeongguk at the campus gym enough times to break and ask for a spot at one of the machines, the role of which Jeongguk was too eager to fill, Jimin explained when Taehyung was throwing pillows at him from across the apartment for betraying him.
Taehyung, perhaps naively, thought he could count on Jimin to irrationally dislike Jeongguk forever with him. A few days in the gym together proved him wrong.
He tries to make sure he’s not mean to Jeongguk, (just one glance from Jeongguk’s big, sparkly eyes was more than enough to have guilt stir uncomfortably in Taehyung’s gut) but that usually turns into flat out ignoring Jeongguk. It’s fine, though. Taehyung didn’t want to be friends with the guy who ended his relationship. Truly, he doesn’t want anything from Jeongguk.
All he wants is to pass his psychology class- the one class he’s genuinely worried about.
“Maybe if you stopped sleeping through the entire lecture you wouldn’t be failing,” Hoseok says, as they’re walking to the building one afternoon. He’s busy texting someone, not paying attention to Taehyung’s inquiries as to whether he can get a good grade by hooking up with his professor and relying on Taehyung’s hold on his elbow to avoid walking into people and lamp posts.
“I’m not failing.”
“You submitted your last test with one giant smiley face.”
“And filled in enough scantron bubbles to pass!”
“Whatever. Save me a seat inside, there’s something I have to do first.”
“What the fuck? What do you have to do?”
Hoseok waves his phone before Taehyung’s eyes. “Jimin got out of his lab early which means I have a dick to suck.”
“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.”
Hoseok aims a light punch at Taehyung’s shoulder before he turns down a different hallway, likely to his favorite supply closet to hook up in. Taehyung grimaces, putting in his headphones as he walks up the stairs. He really hates that he knows Hoseok’s go-to hook up spots. Maybe he can use that to his advantage someday.
Waiting outside the lecture hall, Taehyung feels a tug on his sleeve. He ignores it at first, bobbing his head to the music until the tugging gets more insistent. Taehyung yanks a headphone out, turning to glare at the offending person.
Jeongguk startles, dropping his hand from Taehyung’s sleeve. It’s the first time they’ve stood face to face without someone else since that night at the bar, and Jeongguk looks a little terrified. Taehyung can’t blame him. He’s not exactly the kindest looking person during this class- it’s early and the room is stuffy and now Hoseok has left him alone. He doesn’t look approachable.
“Can I help you?”
“I-uh.” Jeongguk holds out a paper cup. “I got you coffee. Starbucks. Not that watered down shit from the café-”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
Frowning, Jeongguk looks like he wants to drop his arm where he’s holding out the drink. “But, you were drinking coffee that day, when, uh-”
“Let me rephrase that,” Taehyung says, eyes on his phone as he skips through to find a Red Velvet song. He puts the headphone back in. “I only drink coffee when I’ve been drunk for an entire week.”
Biting at his lip, Jeongguk says, “A whole week?”
Taehyung sighs, finally finding the bop of the past summer. He doesn’t bother taking out a headphone again, just speaks over the music. “It’s kinda hard to stay sober when all you see is your unfaithful girlfriend every time you close your eyes.”
The professor arrives, unlocking the door and allowing the students to stream into the lecture hall. Jeongguk stays close behind Taehyung, still holding the cup of coffee even as Taehyung searches for his and Hoseok’s usual seats, moving his head to the sound of Yeri’s voice. Honestly, the only girl he’d ever truly love.
When Taehyung sits, Jeongguk is still standing at his side. “Jesus. What now?”
“Are you still mad?”
“Are you-? Hyung-”
Jeongguk huffs, pulling out one of Taehyung’s headphones. He leaves the coffee on the small table attached to the chair. Taehyung snatches the headphone back. “Are you still mad?”
“Does it look like I’m being forgiving?”
Jeongguk’s expression darkens for a moment before he sags, shoulders caving slightly as he avoids Taehyung’s eyes. “Are you ever going to let it go?”
“I’m getting over a fucking breakup, Jeongguk.” Taehyung mutters, pulling up a game to play while students are filing into empty seats. “Not everything is about you or how you ruined my long-term relationship.”
“I said I was sorry-”
“No, you didn’t.” Taehyung hisses, slapping his phone on his thigh. He hears Hoseok’s laugh from the door. “You said, and I quote: ‘as far as I knew, man, she was single.’”
“Take your seats everyone, we have a guest lecturer today.” The professor says, drawing out the attendance sheets.
Jeongguk points to the empty seat next to Taehyung. “Can I sit here?”
Hoseok comes up to Taehyung’s side. “Hey, Jeongguk-ah. Keeping my seat warm?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, frowning. He doesn’t look away from Taehyung. “I’ll see you around?”
“Definitely,” Hoseok says. “Movie night at Seokjin hyung’s this weekend.”
Jeongguk turns and Taehyung notices that the only seat left available is directly in front of the lecturer. Hoseok ruffles his hair as he sits, taking the headphone that Taehyung offers so they can share the music while the lecturer is speaking. Taehyung gets comfy, already feeling ready for a nap.
Hoseok grabs the coffee cup, sniffing at it. “You drunk again?”
“Nah, grabbed that for you.” Taehyung says, “One of us needs to stay awake for this shit. It’ll be on the exam.”
“I’m not sucking your dick in thanks.”
“Thank God for that. I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
“We’ve shared an ass, Taehyung.”
Taehyung scowls. Stupid Jimin and his big mouth. “Don’t remind me about that. Can we go drinking tonight?”
Hoseok eyes him with worry. After nearly two weeks of drinking away memories of Jiae, Taehyung had sworn while vomiting up everything he’d kept down for a week that he would never drink again. It had been a lie, but his friends had promised to keep him at a survivable level of being drunk.
Taehyung glares at the back of Jeongguk’s head, and then goes back to Candy Crush. “Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll text Seokjin hyung to save us a seat at the bar.”
“Want me to suck your dick in thanks?”
Hoseok smacks the back of his head.
Taehyung is wrapped comfortably in a thick blanket burrito when Jimin comes storming into his room, muttering something under his breath that Taehyung can’t decipher. Taehyung’s re-watching Goblin, tissues at the ready if he’s going to cry again.
Jimin heads straight to Taehyung’s closet, digging through the shirts. “You owe me a candy bar for any shirt you take.”
Jimin ignores him. “Where are your hoe clothes?”
“Excuse you, I am not a hoe.”
“I’ve dressed you like one,” Jimin says, holding up a shirt before tossing it onto the bed. Taehyung makes an indignant noise. He just cleaned yesterday after almost three months. “Why the fuck are you still in bed?”
“I’ve become one with my blankets.”
“Get up, we’re late.”
Taehyung frowns, finally pausing the drama. “Late for what?”
“Party at Hoseok’s frat.”
With a groan, Taehyung pulls the blankets over his head. “You know I hate frat parties.”
“I know, babe, but this is prime time to make another move. I can give Hoseok more hints, you can get laid or drunk enough to adopt a puppy.” The mattress sinks with Jimin’s added weight as he sits and pulls the blanket back enough to reveal Taehyung’s face. He pets nimble fingers through Taehyung’s bangs “You’re stressed and can’t sleep. We don’t have many options in university. Come with me or I’m taking you to the campus nurse.”
“Fine,” Taehyung sighs, whining at the loss of Jimin’s touch. “But you’re buying me dinner.”
“Deal. Now get dressed.”
Jimin picks a see-through white tank top and a soft jacket for Taehyung, paired with a pair of tight jeans before he gives up on fitting into Taehyung’s clothes and retreats to his own closet. He returns dressed like absolute sin, denim jacket held together by one button. If he didn’t already know he wasn’t into Jimin romantically, Taehyung would be on his knees in a heartbeat.
“I know,” Jimin grins. Taehyung follows him into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as Jimin works at his eyes with subtle pink hues and eyeliner. “If Hobi doesn’t put a ring on it I’ll jump into the pool.”
“Makeup and all?”
“You know it.”
They make a stop at the mini fridge in the corner of the dorm, where Jimin hides their tequila and rum in an empty box of cereal. Together, they toast three shots, knocking back the Patron with grimaces.
The house Hoseok pledged almost three years ago is already loud when Taehyung and Jimin show up, the music audible from almost two blocks away. It’s packed with people, and a freshman tries to turn them away at the front door until Hoseok walks up behind him and tugs Jimin into the house with a hand around his wrist. Without a word, Hoseok leads them through the mess of people mingling at the front of the house, dancing in the living room, streaking through the hallways, and shouting in the backyard and to the kitchen, where the music is slightly muted. Taehyung can already feel a headache coming.
“Jesus,” Hoseok says, pouring out three shots of Jameson. “Didn’t think you guys were coming.”
Jimin clinks their glasses together and they knock back the shots. “Biggest party of the year, hyung. We wouldn’t miss it.”
Hoseok winks. “Biggest party of the year so far.”
“Hyung.” A scrawny boy comes wandering into the kitchen. “There’s someone at the door. Claims they know you.”
“Probably don’t,” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes. He grabs a beer from the cooler on the floor, twisting off the cap. “Namjoon and Yoongi hyung should be here somewhere, get Yoongi trashed. I have a bet to whether he’ll fuck Namjoon in a frat house.”
Jimin eyes the spread of liquor on the counter, empty bottles overturned and marble sticky. He turns to Taehyung. “What are you in the mood for, babe? I’m buying.”
“You’re annoying,” Taehyung says with a fond smile. “Surprise me.”
The drink Jimin whips up is fruity and goes down easily, something that Taehyung always appreciates in a drink. They stay in the kitchen for a while, watching freshmen try to go shot for shot with upperclassmen, watching a few exasperated girls tug their sobbing friend to the backyard. At one point, Jimin links his fingers with Taehyung’s and leads him to the living room, where people dance to music that’s so loud that Taehyung can barely understand it.
“Quit being a wet blanket,” Jimin complains, kicking lightly at Taehyung’s knee.
Taehyung sinks further into the soft couch. “You’re one to talk. What happened to getting Hobi to fall in love with you?”
Jimin scowls. “I don’t know where he went.”
“Sucks. I’m sleepy.”
“Fall asleep and I’ll leave you here.”
Taehyung spots Namjoon and Yoongi across the room, and they make their way over to join him on the couch. A few beers and hard ciders are passed around. In the corner, someone tries to drag Jimin and Yoongi into a game of beer pong. Jimin accepts, if only because he needs a few more drinks before he hunts down Hoseok and drags him to a bed for the night.
Snuggling up against Yoongi’s side, Taehyung nurses the same cup that Jimin had poured him when they first arrived. He’s not in the mood for this, for dancing and partying. He was perfectly content rotting his brain with unrealistic dramas. If he can’t do that, Yoongi stroking his hair is a close second.
At one point, Hoseok makes his way back into the room, carrying two beers. He looks at their pile on the couch and to the beer pong table, the competition heating up into something so annoyingly loud that Taehyung can’t doze comfortably, and ambles over to throw an arm over Jimin’s shoulder. He watches as they clink beers and then Hoseok is dipping his hand beneath Jimin’s denim jacket, palm wide against the bare skin and Taehyung has to look away as Jimin bites back his smirk.
“Hyung, you’re putting Taehyung to sleep.”
Yoongi laughs quietly, scratching lightly behind Taehyung’s ear. “He’s had a long week.”
“I think he’s the only university student who doesn’t want to get smashed at the end of a week.” Namjoon says. He’s slurring a little, probably drunker than Yoongi is at this point.
“Let’s find someone to dance with him.”
Taehyung whines a little. “No.”
A giggle echoes through the room, the sound of which has Taehyung sitting bolt upright. He knows that sound. He’d listened to that sound for more than three years, huddled together on the backseat of a bus and watching old Vines. He knows it from late, lazy mornings waking up together and laughing, rolling in the sheets. Taehyung knows it.
Yoongi tugs on his ear. “Taehyung. What’s wrong?”
Namjoon nearly punches Yoongi in the face when he leans over to grip Taehyung’s shoulder. “What?”
Taehyung knew that Jiae liked parties. It was how they met originally, both a little drunk and individually dared to jump into the pool in their underwear. Taehyung, always the social butterfly, had struck up a conversation with her when he’d seen how uncomfortable she’d looked. He fucked her later than night and three weeks later asked her on a proper date. Taehyung knew that Jiae especially liked the parties at this particular frat house. He should have remembered. He shouldn’t have let Jimin convince him to come.
Taehyung shrinks into the couch, feels that same urge to be drunk that he thought he’d kicked a few weeks ago. “She’s here,” Taehyung whispers, Yoongi drawing him into his arms again. “I think Jiae is here.”
Yoongi shouts over Taehyung’s head and Hoseok startles, looking up from where he’s kissing lightly at Jimin’s neck. When he spots them huddled together on the couch, he meanders through the dancing bodies to reach them.
“What’s up?” Hoseok asks, running a hand through his hair.
“There’s someone you need to kick out,” Yoongi says seriously.
“No,” Taehyung says hurriedly. “No, please. Don’t cause a scene.”
Frowning, Hoseok puts his beer bottle on the coffee table. “What’s going on? Who’s here?”
“Jiae,” Yoongi mutters.
“Alright, come here.” Hoseok takes Taehyung’s hand, helping him onto his feet. “We’re taking your mind off this shit.”
Taehyung hides his face in Hoseok’s neck as he’s led to the kitchen. “I really don’t feel like blacking out tonight, hyung.”
“Relax, Tae. I got you. We’ll take a shot and dance a little, and then we’ll go watch movies in my room. You won’t catch a glimpse of She Who Will Not Be Named.”
So they knock back another shot, Taehyung’s head a little fuzzy. He’s not so far gone that he can’t walk on his own or his words are tumbling over themselves, but he’s buzzed enough that Jiae is the last thing on his mind as Hoseok drags him to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. It’s too cold to party outside without the aid of a fire pit, so anyone who wants to dance is squished together. He doesn’t see her, and for that he’s glad. Taehyung hasn’t seen her since she was fucking Jeongguk.
He startles at the female voice, interrupting the way Hoseok was trying to dip him. Someone hugs him tightly, and he finally gets a look at the girl when she pulls back, grinning widely.
“Oh my God, Mina!” Taehyung pulls her into another hug, her head tucked beneath his chin. “Holy shit, how have you been?”
“Good, good. We heard you’re on the market again.”
Taehyung smiles, ignores the way his stomach twists at the reminder. With his arm over Mina’s shoulders, he gestures between her and Hoseok. “Hobi hyung, this is Mina. We…”
“We used to hook up until someone tied you down,” Mina says with a laugh. He can’t remember the last time he saw Mina, let alone at a party. Although that could have been due to Jiae telling him not to go to any. “Tae oppa, come here. Sooyoung’s missed you.”
He’s led to the couch, Mina sitting with her knees tucked at his side and Sooyoung- who Taehyung only has vague memories of- on his other side. He’s lost sight of Hoseok and Jimin, but Yoongi and Namjoon are swaying on the dance floor, not bothering to match the hype of the music or the other dancers. There’s someone trying way too hard behind Yoongi and Namjoon, dancing chest to chest with some guy. When he turns around, Taehyung sees that it’s Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s eyes are shut, head thrown back against the guy’s shoulder as he swings his hips. Taehyung really isn’t paying attention to the story that Mina is telling, distracted by the gentle arch of Jeongguk’s back, the slight part of his lips.
The music shifts to something slower, a little more sensual, and Jeongguk’s eyes catch Taehyung’s when he blinks them open. Jeongguk startles a little, eyes going wide when he catches Taehyung staring. Without missing a beat, Jeongguk squares his shoulders and grabs the guy’s hand, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of Jeongguk’s pants.
Taehyung knows what he’s doing. It’s obvious, immediate, and a little pathetic, Taehyung thinks, watching as Jeongguk grinds back against the guy. He drags his palm down his chest without breaking eye contact, Taehyung following the movement. He knows what Jeongguk’s doing, and knows exactly why. He’s trying to bait Taehyung, to get him to cross the room, to speak more than four words to Jeongguk and to touch him better than the other guy.
Jeongguk bares his neck-
“Hey.” Mina curls a finger beneath Taehyung’s chin, turning his face toward her. “Want to get out of here?”
Taehyung doesn’t give himself a second to think it over. “Let’s go.”
Mina links their fingers together, Sooyoung taking Taehyung’s other arm to drape it over her shoulders as they weave through the room, gathering coats and shoes and Mina’s lost bra. He doesn’t turn around, and misses the way Jeongguk stops dancing to watch Taehyung leave with a frown.
“You’re driving away business.”
Jeongguk looks up from the Haikyuu!! episode he’s watching on his phone and glances between Seokjin, standing in front of him on the other side of the bar, and the rest of the room. “Hyung. It’s empty.”
“Because of you,” Seokjin says, wiping down the same glass he’s been cleaning for the better part of an hour. “You look so depressed, no one wants to come drink next to a depressed man-baby.”
Scowling, Jeongguk tries to tune Seokjin out and go back to his anime, but he can’t focus properly, sighing through the overdramatic matches and passionate speeches about volleyball. The bar has been mostly empty all afternoon, attributed to the fact that it’s a goddam Monday and Seokjin knew they had movie plans but still chose to work for no money anyway. A few stragglers had wandered in for drinks after work, but for the most part the afternoon has passed with Jeongguk ignoring his papers and Seokjin washing glasses.
“I can still hear you sighing,” Seokjin says from across the bar, where he’s rearranging bottles of whiskey after another bartender fucked up their placement. “Either tell me what’s wrong or go away.”
Jeongguk pouts, pausing the show. “You’re mean.”
“I literally fed you this entire week.”
Seokjin whips him lightly with a dishrag. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant for more than a week.”
“It’s just.” Jeongguk squirms a little in his seat. He doesn’t know how to discuss what he’s been feeling lately, least of all with the object of his frustration’s best friend. How is he supposed to tell his cousin that he can’t stop thinking of how Taehyung fucked him in a dirty, grimy bathroom stall? So he settles for an issue that Seokjin knows about, and that is, “Do you think Taehyung hyung is ever going to accept me?”
Seokjin’s expression softens, and Jeongguk immediately sits up straighter, not liking the way Seokjin is looking at him like a wounded child. “Listen, Jeongguk-ah. I’m sure he’s going to come around eventually, but I wouldn’t push it.”
“What do you mean?”
“He- okay, he’s still mad that you slept with Jiae. Even if he won’t say it, it’s still bothering him.”
“But Jimin hyung said-”
“Regardless of whatever he said, Jimin’s not the one experiencing Taehyung’s feelings.” Seokjing says gently. He wipes at a sticky spot on the counter, worn and discolored from years of use.
Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “But?”
Jeongguk splays his upper body across the countertop, resting his head on his bicep and he whines, “But he fucked me so good, hyung.”
“Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How dare you bring this into my good, Christian household.”
“When I was thirteen you barged into my room and said, ‘Jeongguk, you can be straight, you can be a weab, but you’ll never be gayer than I am.’”
“I don’t recall.”
“You literally want to be sandwiched between Yoongi and Namjoon hyung.”
Seokjin’s eyes open comically wide, and he smacks Jeongguk’s arm with the dishtowel again. Jeongguk laughs, sitting up to combat Seokjin’s attack. “How the fuck did you-?”
“It’s obvious,” Jeongguk says through a laugh. “You’re too touchy with Namjoon hyung. It’s like you gave up on the concept of subtlety.”
“Shut up, I hate you so much.”
“You do not,” Jeongguk says, reaching behind the bar for a lemon wedge to pick at. “Now tell me how to get Taehyung to fuck me again.”
Seokjin makes a face. “I really don’t want to think about your sex life, Jeongguk.”
“Well, too bad! This is what you signed up for when you agreed to be my roommate-”
“You were too broke to pay rent on your own-”
“When you agreed-”
“I don’t know if Taehyung’s a good match for you,” Seokjin says, his tone suddenly much more serious than before. “It might not be a good idea for you to go back to him.”
Jeongguk frowns, brows furrowing. “Is he… is he, like, a bad guy?”
“No, no, not at all,” Seokjin says hurriedly. “He’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet, the kind of guy you bring home for Christmas because you know your mom will approve. He organized the Pet A Puppy event during finals last semester. He’s so pure.”
“Then what’s the problem in sleeping with him again?”
“He’s not a fan of relationships,” Seokjin explains. “Jiae was a kind of exception because they had slept together enough times that Taehyung felt obligated to ask her to dinner. He was too nice to say no when she asked to be exclusive, but he’s pretty bad with feelings. Combine that with being cheated on for so long and I don’t know if he’s going to want to try again. Least of all with you.” He pauses, picking up the little pieces of lemon that Jeongguk had ripped onto the counter. “No offense, Gukie.”
“None taken. I think.” Jeongguk doesn’t say anything for a moment, watching as Seokjin cleans and then greets a customer as he walks in and settles on the adjacent side of the bar. The guy orders an Old Fashioned- pretentious fuck- and Seokjin mixes the drink before returning to Jeongguk. “Hyung, you know I don’t. You know I don’t want a relationship.”
“I know. But I also know that you get attached easily.”
Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn. “Shut up.”
“It’s not a bad thing.”
“Yes, it is,” Jeongguk mutters, dropping his chin onto the bar.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Seokjin folds his arms on the countertop to meet Jeongguk’s eyes. “Hey. It’s not a bad thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being into Taehyung. I’m just telling you to be careful.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Taehyung likes red,” Seokjin says quietly, straightening up as a wave of college students come meandering into the bar. “Do with that what you will.”
Red. Jeongguk can do red.
Taehyung gets roped into a movie night when he’s got about four booty texts rotting on his phone and a paper due in two days. This is better, Taehyung thinks, sitting comfortably squished between Jimin and Seokjin while Jimin plays lightly with his hair. He could fall asleep like this, except Jeongguk keeps looking at him from where he sits on an armchair.
“Who the fuck chose this movie?” Jimin complains, leaning his head against Taehyung’s.
“It’s in black and white,” Hoseok says, munching on popcorn. According to Jimin, he and Hoseok were in a fight and that’s why he wasn’t cuddling up to the older. When Taehyung had asked for more context, Jimin had downed the last of their Jameson bottle. “So my guess is Namjoon.”
“Hey.” Namjoon throws a pillow across the room. “Seokjin hyung suggested it.”
“Not surprising,” Jeongguk says, grinning widely.
Seokjin glares at him. “I will kill you.”
“Do it. You won’t.”
“Hyung, how much whiskey do you have?” Jimin asks suddenly, letting Taehyung fall sideways onto the couch when he stands up. He steps over Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok sprawled out on the floor to get to the kitchen.
“Don’t clean me out,” Seokjin complains. “Please. I’m still recovering from Taehyung’s binge.”
An uncomfortable silence falls over the room, everyone glancing between Jeongguk and Taehyung, who stares resolutely at the movie. Despite Jeongguk’s acceptance into their group of friends, none of them have really… discussed what happened in the past. Taehyung doesn’t care. He’s got nothing to say to Jeongguk.
“Jimin, don’t drink too much.” Hoseok says, glancing over his shoulder at where Jimin is rifling through Seokjin’s liquor cabinet. “You were so sick the other day-”
“Hey, Hobi hyung?” Jimin says sweetly, peering over the lip of a bottle of Grey Goose.
“Mind your own damn business.”
Taehyung snorts, sitting up and snuggling against Seokjin now. “Movie night is so fun, hyung.”
“Shut it, Taehyung.”
Jeongguk stands up, and without a word he sits in Jimin’s abandoned seat, ignoring the way that Taehyung glares at him from the corner of his eye. Jimin knocks back a few shots and opens a couple of beers. Knowing him, he’s not coming back for the rest of the movie.
Taehyung feels something on his thigh, and he ignores it at first, thinking the touch will go away. But then Jeongguk squeezes, his hand too far up Taehyung’s thigh to be innocent.
Taehyung pinches Jeongguk’s wrist, moves his hand away with a grimace. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Tilting his head, Jeongguk asks, “What do you mean, hyung?”
At that, Jeongguk pouts and turns away to focus again on the movie. Thinking that’s the end of it, Taehyung tunes back into the movie, snuggling aggressively against Seokjin’s side. He thinks of moving, maybe to the now empty armchair or to the kitchen to drink with Jimin, or even to just fucking leave if Jeongguk’s going to sit so close to him, but he knows that Seokjin will be disappointed. And if Jimin doesn’t black out tonight, he’ll remember Taehyung dipping out early and treating Jeongguk poorly for no reason.
Jeongguk is all but drowning in his big red hoodie, the hood pulled over his head. His eyes are barely visible, wide as he watches the movie, but Taehyung isn’t looking. He’s not looking as Jeongguk leans his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, only to pout harder when Taehyung pushes him away.
Behind them, Jimin is cracking open another beer. Jeongguk puts his hand back on Taehyung’s thigh.
“Jeongguk.” Taehyung hisses. This time, when he tries to move Jeongguk’s hand, he doesn’t concede. “Stop.”
“What am I doing?” Jeongguk doesn’t look at him, but he does squeeze Taehyung’s thigh again, stroking his thumb lightly.
Taehyung tries to shake him off again, but Jeongguk only slides his hand further up Taehyung’s thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to Taehyung’s crotch. He sits tensed against Seokjin’s side, wanting nothing more than to shove Jeongguk off the damn couch if he’s going to keep this up, tracing his fingers over Taehyung’s inner thigh.
Jimin knocks something over in the kitchen and Hoseok sighs, glancing up at Taehyung. “You want to take him home or should I?”
“I can’t stand this movie,” Namjoon says with a groan, rolling his head against Yoongi’s shoulder. “Let’s go get ice cream.”
“I’m down,” Yoongi agrees.
Seokjin sits up hurriedly, abandoning Taehyung to fall again against the couch. “Me, too. Jeongguk? Tae?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, dipping his hand beneath the hem of Taehyung’s shirt. “I have a paper to finish.”
Despite how quickly he got sloshed, Jimin is resolute in not letting go of the two bottles of beer he’s holding even as Hoseok tries to take them. He gives up after Jimin calls him “a pansy ass bitch” and a “scaredy cat,” slinging Jimin’s arm over his shoulder and leading him from the apartment without another word.
“I should make sure Jimin doesn’t die,” Taehyung says with a sigh.
Someone pauses the movie as everyone files out of the apartment, hoods up and masks covering the majority of their faces as they prepare to brave the outside world after spending most of the weekend holed up watching Netflix and avoiding academic responsibilities. Jeongguk follows behind, asking Yoongi to bring him something back.
Instead of walking out, Taehyung slams the door behind Seokjin and immediately turns around, Jeongguk nearly walking right into him.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk shrinks back, faltering.
Taehyung shoves at Jeongguk’s shoulder, forcing him to take a few steps back. “What the fuck was that?” He demands, pushing again. Jeongguk nearly trips on a pair of discarded shoes, but manages to retain his balance, walking backwards and deeper into the apartment. “Hm? What the fuck, Jeongguk?”
“I- I don’t-”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Taehyung sneers, pushing Jeongguk’s chest a little too hard.
Jeongguk stumbles through what Taehyung assumes to be the doorway to his bedroom. “Hyung- I don’t-”
“What did I just say, Jeongguk?” Taehyung curls his fingers into the collar of Jeongguk’s shirt, bringing their bodies flush together. Jeongguk’s chest heaves with heavy breaths, eyes darting rapidly across Taehyung’s face. For a split second, Taehyung worries he crossed a line, but then Jeongguk’s shoulders sag, and he whimpers lightly, almost inaudibly. “I know what you’re doing. Dancing with that guy, touching hyung without permission. You’re so easy.”
Jeongguk’s eyes flicker to Taehyung’s lips. “Tae-”
“If you’re going to act like a bitch,” Taehyung mutters, shoving hard to send Jeongguk sprawling onto his bed. He looks a little disoriented when he props himself on his elbows, cheeks burning as he stares at Taehyung. “You’re going to get fucked like a bitch. Take your clothes off.”
Jeongguk yanks off his hoodie and t-shirt in one fluid motion, sitting up to wrestle with the button on his jeans. When he realizes Taehyung hasn’t moved, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, he freezes and hesitantly looks up through his too-long bangs.
“You… you too, hyung?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Taehyung snickers. “Just do what I say, yeah?”
He struggles a little to get his pants off, pausing to kick off the shoes he’d forgotten about and squirms when he’s done, cock already hardening in his bright red boxers. Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“Can’t you sit still? I haven’t even touched you and you’re already annoying me.”
“Sorry.” Jeongguk ducks his head. “Just.. I just-”
“Just what, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk doesn’t look up, picking at a thread on his duvet. “Can you… hyung- please- call me… can you call me.” His voice gets progressively quieter, until Taehyung almost can’t hear the whispered, “Baby?”
“I don’t think you deserve it,” Taehyung says, watching as Jeongguk flinches as if stung. He continues, cutting Jeongguk off before he can speak to ask again. “But, maybe if you’re a good boy, you can earn it.”
“I can,” Jeongguk says hurriedly, nodding his head. “I can, hyung, I can. I’ll do- please- I’ll-”
“Shut up.” Taehyung pops the button of his jeans. “There are better things your mouth can be doing.”
Easily taking the cue, Jeongguk crawls quickly to the edge of the bed to kneel in front of Taehyung and reach for the zipper. Taehyung slaps his hands away, gripping Jeongguk’s chin to make Jeongguk look at him. “No hands. Dirty sluts like you don’t get that.”
Jeongguk’s cheeks burn as he lowers himself onto his stomach, struggling to grasp the zipper between his teeth and yank it down far enough for access to Taehyung’s cock. He slips up once, gripping Taehyung’s thigh for balance, but Taehyung quickly gathers both of Jeongguk’s hands into one of his own, holding them tightly behind Jeongguk’s back. Jeongguk mouths hotly at Taehyung’s cock through his boxers, trying to move the fabric to get Taehyung’s cock out, but he’s clearly struggling, his shoulders tense and his breath coming out in frustrated little huffs.
Taehyung sighs loudly, threading the fingers of his free hand through Jeongguk’s hair and tugging, forcing his head up. “Useless. Can’t even use your mouth properly.
“No! No- I can, hyung, please- please, let me-”
“I don’t have all day.” Taehyung drops Jeongguk’s hair and he face plants back onto the bed. Taehyung takes his cock, barely half-hard, out of his pants, and as Jeongguk raises his head on his own, he slaps the tip against Jeongguk’s cheek. “Open up.”
With a needy moan, Jeongguk immediately opens wide and his eyes flutter shut, tongue sticking out as he waits for Taehyung to move closer, his movements restricted by the hold Taehyung still has on his wrists. But Taehyung doesn’t move, watching the confusion furrow between Jeongguk’s brows, the way he squirms and tries to chase Taehyung’s cock on his own.
“Hey.” Taehyung says quietly. He gently taps his fingers on the underside of Jeongguk’s jaw and he opens his eyes, staring up at Taehyung. “You want this?”
Jeongguk nods, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
“Yes, I- I want your big cock,” Jeongguk whines. His fingers flex, lips trying to touch the head of Taehyung’s cock. “Please- want, want it in my mouth, want… want it all.”
Taehyung snickers, tracing the tip against Jeongguk’s fat bottom lip, smearing precum until Jeongguk’s mouth glistened. “How bad?”
“So bad!” Jeongguk begs, legs kicking out. “Please, please- hyung!”
“Take it, then.”
Without another word, Taehyung shoves his cock between Jeongguk’s lips, interrupting his babbling to thrust weakly into the wet, warm heat. Jeongguk gags slightly, closing his eyes to collect himself as he struggles to take all of Taehyung’s cock. He pulls back, hollowing his cheeks as he takes Taehyung deeper, pushing himself until his nose was buried in the fine hair at Taehyung’s navel.
Jeongguk sucks dick like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and- truthfully- Taehyung’s missed this. Missed the sight of Jeongguk so desperate to have his lips wrapped around Taehyung’s length, sucking and swallowing like he’s trying to be good for Taehyung. Taehyung hadn’t appreciated this enough at the bar, focused more on getting hard enough to get inside of Jeongguk, but now- now he watches the muscles in Jeongguk’s back flex, watches his fists clench and relax as he works to take Taehyung deeper into his mouth. And he’s so messy about it, slurping around Taehyung’s length, drooling when he pulls back to suckle at the tip.
With a whine, Jeongguk pulls back just enough that Taehyung’s cock brushes his lips when he speaks. “H-hyung?”
“What?” Taehyung asks, a little annoyed that he’d lost the visual of Jeongguk’s mouth working his dick.
“Can- can you fuck my face?” Jeongguk asks very quietly, lips slick with spit and hair unruly. His shoulders strain with the effort to keep himself upright. “Please?”
“No. Don’t be fucking greedy.”
“No.” Taehyung guides his cock back to Jeongguk , who eagerly chases the heavy weight on his tongue. “You’re not being a very good boy, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk straight up whines around Taehyung’s length, and Taehyung knows, knows, that he could unravel Jeongguk that much faster, wreck him that much more, if he just caved and started calling Jeongguk what he wanted- but where was the fun in that? This- Jeongguk steeling himself to suck Taehyung’s cock like a champ to earn the reward of being called baby- was so much better.
Just as Jeongguk dips his tongue wickedly into the tip of Taehyung’s cock, his hips make tiny circles against the mattress. Not enough stimulation to be effective, but enough for Taehyung to notice.
“Ah, ah.” Taehyung leans over Jeongguk’s back, slapping his ass with a loud smack. “Did I say you could move?”
A wretched moan crosses his lips and Jeongguk shakes his head, apologies already tumbling and he gets louder as Taehyung moves out of reach.
“Relax,” Taehyung snickers, kneeling before Jeongguk, who’s barely managing to keep his head from the mattress. “I won’t punish you. Get on your back, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk mutters, clearly unhappy with Taehyung withholding the name. His complaints die when Taehyung raises an eyebrow, as if daring him to push his luck. Taehyung might not be punishing him in this moment, but he’d seen the way Jeongguk arched into the spank, the way tears had begun collecting at the corner of his eyes, and he’s not afraid to take advantage of that given the opportunity. Instead, Jeongguk all but flops onto his back and scoots further up the bed.
“Look at you,” Taehyung whispers, as Jeongguk wriggles beneath his gaze. He slides his palms up Jeongguk’s thighs, reveling in the whimper that Jeongguk lets out as Taehyung grips his dick through his boxers. “So hard, Jeonggukie. Is that all it takes? Get so hard from sucking hyung off? From getting slapped?”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, tensing as Taehyung squeezes.
“Look so pretty in red, baby.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk’s entire body relaxes with a breathless sigh as he tries to buck into Taehyung’s grip. He murmurs, “Wore it for you, Tae.”
Taehyung slips his fingers below Jeongguk’s waistband, stroking his fingers over the hot length. “Cute. I like it, but I’d like them better on the floor.”
Jeongguk chokes out a laugh. “That’s not even a good line.”
Cracking a smile, Taehyung says, “Shut up. Where’s your lube?”
“Uh.” Jeongguk blushes, hissing as Taehyung squeezes his dick again. “Pillow! Fuck- under my, ah, pillow.”
Sure enough, Taehyung finds the lube beneath his pillow and his condoms- predictably- in the drawer next to his bed. “Almost empty, hm?” Before Jeongguk can say anything, Taehyung nudges his side. “C’mon, on your knees. Why aren’t you naked yet?”
Clearly flustered, Jeongguk struggles to chuck off his boxers before he rolls over onto his stomach, propping his weight onto his hands and knees. The position accentuates the curve of his waist, smaller than Taehyung had anticipated, and he feels almost lightheaded knowing he could likely almost wrap his hands entirely around Jeongguk’s body. Taehyung pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers, warming it slowly as Jeongguk shifts in anticipation. His back arches as Taehyung kneels behind him, petting his dry hand over the swell of his ass.
“Last time you did this?” Taehyung asks, smearing lube at Jeongguk’s crack.
“Oh?” Taehyung’s grin is wicked, but he keeps his tone light. “Then you can take two, right?”
“Wait- wha- fuck!” Jeongguk yelps as Taehyung pushes two fingers into his hole, meeting little resistance as Jeongguk flinches away from the sensation. “Fuck you, hyung!”
“Want me to take them out?” Taehyung asks, ducking his head to catch a glimpse of Jeongguk’s face, his cheeks flushed and hair hanging, wet with sweat. Jeongguk mumbles something, dropping his head to rest on his folded arms. Taehyung shoves his fingers against Jeongguk’s prostate, earning a satisfying moan. “Speak up, baby.”
“D-don’t take them out,” Jeongguk whispers, spreading his legs slightly. “I can take it. G-Gukie likes it.”
“Pain slut,” Taehyung mocks, nearly pulling his fingers out before thrusting them in again, ignoring Jeongguk’s prostate to focus instead on stretching his rim.
He’d forgotten just how vocal Jeongguk was, how responsive he is while Taehyung scissors his fingers, pulling back only to pour more lube directly against Jeongguk’s hole. Jeongguk moans into his arms, whines Taehyung’s name, arches his back to try and get Taehyung deeper, to get him to touch his prostate. Taehyung squeezes his balls at the same time he pushes a third finger into Jeongguk’s ass and Jeongguk cries out beautifully, shoulders tensing before he relaxes into it.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk says, voice thick with the haze of pleasure. Taehyung looks away from his ass to see Jeongguk struggling to maintain eye contact. “Hyung- please-”
Taehyung hums. “You look so pretty like this, baby, ass just swallowing my fingers. Bet you could take my whole fist, hm? Greedy little slut like you, a few fingers just isn’t enough, is it?”
“Mn, hah,” Jeongguk pants, drooling lightly against his duvet. Taehyung brushes lightly over his prostate just to be mean, and Jeongguk chokes on a whine. “I want- I- shit- I want-”
“Use your words.” Taehyung twists his fingers, shoving a fourth in, and the accompanying stretch renders Jeongguk speechless for a moment, letting out a loud cry. “What does baby want?”
“Y-you,” Jeongguk gasps, sweaty hair flopping into his eyes. “You- Tae, please- I’ve- Gukie’s been a good boy, please.”
Taehyung’s never even had to ask Jeongguk to beg, but the pleas fall easily from his lips, his pout deadly as he works his hips back against Taehyung’s hand, desperate for something bigger, something more. It’s addictive, the way Jeongguk falls apart so smoothly, becoming so pliant for Taehyung.
He pretends to think about it for a few minutes longer, hand stationary, just to hear Jeongguk grow more distressed. “I suppose I’m feeling generous. Put your hands on the headboard.” Jeongguk does, head hanging between his shoulders and cock hanging, heavy and leaking, between his legs. “Don’t move them.”
Jeongguk’s hole clenches around nothing as Taehyung pulls his fingers out and rolls on a condom, slicking himself up. He spreads more lube on Jeongguk’s hole, Jeongguk’s gasp as he pushes in nearly drowning out the obscene squelching sound.
“Hng.” Jeongguk pants, body taut as Taehyung bottoms out.
Taehyung laughs quietly, running his hands over the smooth skin of Jeongguk’s back. “What is it, baby?”
“So- so wet, hyungie.”
Without warning, Taehyung grips Jeongguk’s hips and pulls back, only to thrust in harshly, setting a brutal pace that has Jeongguk gasping loudly against his sheets. He adjusts himself as best he can behind Jeongguk while still fully clothed, his jeans rubbing against Jeongguk’s ass in a way that can’t quite be comfortable, but Taehyung has more than an inkling of a feeling that he likes it. Jeongguk bites his arm and Taehyung tsks, curling over Jeongguk’s body to urge his mouth away from his bicep.
Nipping at his ear, Taehyung trails his lips down Jeongguk’s sharp jaw, sucking a mark onto the side of his neck. “Don’t hide your noises, baby. Let hyung hear how good you feel.”
“So good,” Jeongguk whines, fingers curling and uncurling against the headboard. His body is shaking, knees slipping as he tries to keep himself up as Taehyung continues with his harsh pace. “Mn, fuck- Taehyung- so big, hah.”
Taehyung grabs a fistful of Jeongguk’s hair, jerking his head to the side to continue marking the same spot on his neck. “Take hyung so well, baby boy.”
Jeongguk keens as Taehyung angles his hips to hit his prostate on each thrust, and Taehyung knows that if he didn’t have his hands on Jeongguk’s tiny waist, he would have collapsed entirely.
“Fuck, Tae- Jeongguk moans, high-pitched and breathy each time Taehyung grinds into him. “So- shit- so deep, hyung. Feel you so deep, oh-”
Grinning against Jeongguk’s neck, Taehyung suddenly pulls himself upright, a hand around Jeongguk’s neck forcing him onto his knees, as well. Jeongguk all but slumps against Taehyung’s chest, moaning loudly as Taehyung continues to fuck up into him. His cock bobs, furiously red and leaking precum, against his stomach as Taehyung jostles him into a better position.
“M’close,” Jeongguk gasps, breath hitching when Taehyung gives his neck a light squeeze, but Taehyung’s not feeling quite that generous today. “Hyung, please- so close-”
“Hm,” Taehyung noses along Jeongguk’s neck, using one hand to pull him down each time he thrusts up. Jeongguk clings weakly to his arm, skin slick with sweat. “Do you deserve it?”
“Yes!” Jeongguk throws his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder, breath weak and unsteady as Taehyung fucks him hard. “G-Gukie’s been good, let me come, please!”
“Nothing’s stopping you, baby.”
With a few more thrusts, another (longer) squeeze of Taehyung’s long fingers around his neck, and Taehyung’s hand working quickly over his cock, Jeongguk’s body tenses before he comes hard, spilling high onto his chest and ass clenching so tightly around Taehyung’s cock that he’s pulled into his own orgasm, coming into the condom with a strangled groan. Jeongguk whines loudly through his high, choking out little gasps and a hyung, please as Taehyung continues to stroke his cock.
Jeongguk sags heavily, catching his breath as Taehyung guides him to lie lengthwise on the bed, arms crossed over his eyes. Taehyung tosses the condom with a grimace, zipping his pants as he moves off the bed.
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung lifts the pillow he’d found the lube under, ready to put everything back in its place and see if Yoongi would still buy him some ice cream, when he spots something under the second pillow. He almost missed it, but when Taehyung pulls it out, it’s unmistakable.
“Baby.” Jeongguk visibly shudders, peeking through a gap between his arms and squeaking when he sees Taehyung, standing between his spread legs and holding his bullet vibrator. “Is this what you used yesterday? Teased your tight little hole like a desperate bitch?”
Jeongguk’s cock twitches. “I…”
“Don’t get shy on me now, little one.”
“What did you think of?” Taehyung asks, playing with the settings as if Jeongguk wasn’t shaking beneath him, legs hanging off the bed and cock slowly hardening again. “Tell me, and maybe hyung will make you feel good again.”
Jeongguk struggles for a moment, searching for something to say before he covers his face with his hands and whispers, “You.”
“I thought of you!”
“Aw, baby.” Taehyung shuts off the vibrator again, running his hand up Jeongguk’s thigh and smearing the come cooling on his belly. Jeongguk groans. “Should we use it now? I don’t know if you can take it, your little cock’s so spent already.”
“You- you can’t!” Jeongguk says hurriedly, kicking at Taehyung’s shin. He reaches for Taehyung’s wrist with both hands, clutching a little desperately. “M’hard, hyung- don’t leave me like this, please. I’ll- I’ll be so good for hyung, I’ll-”
“Calm down,” Taehyung says, as if Jeongguk’s desperation wasn’t making Taehyung’s own cock kick in his jeans. He leans over Jeongguk’s body, gathering his hands and pinning them above his head. Jeongguk looks breathtaking like this, strung out along his bed, cock hard and flushed, cheeks red; but he won’t hear that from Taehyung. “Such a little slut. Already came once but it’s not enough, is it? Baby needs more.”
Before Jeongguk can respond, Taehyung hikes the vibrator to the highest setting and holds it against the base of Jeongguk’s cock, held upright in Taehyung’s free hand.
Jeongguk’s reaction is instantaneous: his back arches violently, moans ripped from his lungs as he chokes in pleasure, limbs tense as Taehyung keeps up the assuage on his cock. He squirms, hands clenching the mattress above his head as his legs lock up around Taehyung’s thighs. The vibrator is loud, but nothing beats the sound of Jeongguk crying out, torn between twisting away from the pleasure and thrusting into it.
Taehyung doesn’t let him move away, propping his knee on Jeongguk’s thigh to try and keep him still as he strokes the vibrator up to the tip of Jeongguk’s cock and back down.
It doesn’t take long before Jeongguk’s choking on a moan, thighs tensing before he comes all over his stomach. He relaxes briefly, but when Taehyung doesn’t let up, still stroking the vibrator against his twitching cock, he whimpers, trying to move away.
“H-hyung,” Jeongguk gasps, cursing as Taehyung pushes the vibrator directly against the tip of his cock. He grips Taehyung’s hand with both of his, cock hard and painfully red. “Too- too much, hn, hurts, da- Tae, shit-”
“Tell me to stop and I stop,” Taehyung says very seriously.
“Don’t stop.” There are tears streaming down Jeongguk’s cheeks and he sniffles, swallowing back another debauched moan as Taehyung angles the vibrator just right. “P-Please, Gukie can take it.”
Taehyung’s own dick hurts just watching the way Jeongguk sobs, delirious with pleasure as he just takes everything that Taehyung gives him. He’s too far-gone to try and match Taehyung’s pace, hips stuttering where they lie flat on the bed, fingers clinging onto Taehyung’s wrist. The buildup takes longer, Jeongguk held just at the edge of release as he struggles to come and Taehyung briefly wonders if this is the first time he’s been pushed so hard.
“You’re doing so well,” Taehyung praises, earning another sob from Jeongguk. He curls his wrist and Jeongguk’s body folds inwards, little squeaks escaping his lips with every breath. Taehyung gently pushes him back down, thumbs lightly at his nipple because he remembers Jeongguk liking that. “So good, baby. Your little cock’s so hard, can’t you be good? Come one more time for me?”
“Tae- Tae- I can’t-”
“You can, baby. Come on, you’ve been so good.”
“Hng, fuck- oh, oh, God,” Jeongguk all but screams when he finally comes, sobbing and shaking as his cock spurts weakly against his belly. He’s trembling as Taehyung shuts off the vibrator, tossing it to the side and cupping Jeongguk’s face, whispering quiet praise and pressing a soft kiss to his nose, to both of his eyelids.
“Can you open your eyes for me?” Taehyung murmurs, sitting cross-legged at Jeongguk’s side. Jeongguk shakes his head. “That’s okay. I’m going to get something to clean you up, try not to move too much.”
He returns quickly with a wet washcloth after washing his hands and wipes down Jeongguk’s stomach and flaccid cock, apologizing quietly when Jeongguk flinches. He gently cleans Jeongguk’s ass and thighs, pressing his fingers into the tense muscle there to try and get Jeongguk to relax.
“You back with me?” Taehyung asks, picking up a blanket from the floor that he hopes isn’t dirty.
“Oh my God.” Jeongguk tries to prop himself on his elbows and immediately hisses, dropping to lie down again. “H-hyung?”
“Did… did I do good?”
“Yeah, baby.” Taehyung strokes the matted hair away from Jeongguk’s face, traces his fingers over the dopey smile on Jeongguk’s lips. “You did so good for daddy.”
Jeongguk lets out a happy sigh, snuggling into the blanket that Taehyung drapes over his body. “Does this mean we can keep doing this?”
Just like that, Taehyung feels something uncomfortable settle in his belly. He tries to play it off, knowing that Jeongguk’s likely still in a sensitive space. Instead of directly answering, he jokes, “You still never asked if I’m still mad at you.”
Pouting, Jeongguk blinks open his eyes. “I thought that was implied with the fucking.”
“Implications are a dangerous thing, Jeongguk.”
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll ask you again in the morning.”
Taehyung smiles, but Jeongguk’s already shut his eyes with a yawn. “You should shower.” Jeongguk doesn’t move, mumbling out a weak, no. “Hey, do you, uh. Do you need anything? Y’know, like-”
“I should be fine,” Jeongguk says. “Maybe just get me some water.”
Taehyung grabs a couple bottles of water from the fridge and after a second of deliberation, he gathers a few of the banana milks in there, too. When he gets back to Jeongguk’s bedroom, he’s dozing, face shoved into a pillow. Taehyung leaves the drinks on the side table where Jeongguk can easily grab them, startling when his phone vibrates in his pocket.
From: chem(?) partner [11:29pm]
where the fuck are you
I told you I was prepping two hours ago
my ass won’t be here all night
With a sigh, Taehyung moves quietly to leave, his hand on the doorframe when he hears a murmured, “Goodnight, Taetae,” as he shuts the door behind himself, stomach twisting painfully.
To: Jinnie hyung [11:34pm]
check on jeongguk when u get back
From: Jinnie hyung [11:35pm]
disgusting. think of my good christian household
Taehyung leaves the apartment without bothering to put his shoes back on because he’s only in the elevator for a minute. He reaches the next floor down and only knocks on a specific door twice before it’s opening, a hand curling into the front of Taehyung’s shirt and a mouth landing sloppily against his as he’s dragged inside.
Honestly I'm kind of nervous to post this because I initially wasn't planning on doing more than just a oneshot but you guys really wanted more?? so. Please let me know if you like it!
Step 3: Don't get attached.
Everything is tagged but I just want to reiterate that this chapter is heavy on the degradation, humiliation, names like whore/slut/bitch so just keep that in mind!
A few of you expressed concern in the comments that Taehyung seemed to leave Jeongguk in subspace in the previous chapter, so I just want to say that it is addressed in this chapter and even more so in chapter 4. Don't worry!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Taehyung is startled awake, wrapped in Jimin’s blankets from where he’d fallen asleep in Jimin’s bed for a nap earlier. Jimin throws his jacket furiously against the wall before flopping face down on his bed, horizontal to Taehyung.
“What?” Taehyung says, disoriented. “What happened? Who am I killing?”
Jimin pushes himself up with a sigh, his eyes rimmed red. “Hoseok and I are done.”
“Holy shit.” Taehyung kicks off his blankets, all but throws himself into Jimin’s arms to drag him into an embrace. “Wait- were you two ever together?”
“No.” Jimin snuggles against Taehyung’s neck. “I’m just tired of him being a dense motherfucker. He was fucking one of the pledges when I came over and didn’t understand why I was annoyed.”
“I hate to say it, Chim, but you didn’t set any boundaries,” Taehyung says quietly.
“Fuck off,” Jimin groans. “Whose side are you on?”
“The side that gets your ass eaten whenever you want.”
“That would be your side.”
“I’ve done my time eating your ass.”
“Point taken.” With great effort, Jimin sits up and rolls off the bed, siting in a heap on the floor. “Am I an idiot for wanting him?”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything for a moment, draping blankets around Jimin’s form on the floor. He still remembers their first year of university, when Hoseok and Jimin had met and Jimin had been absolutely enamored. Taehyung had been the one to urge Jimin to pursue, but he hadn’t exactly meant for them to fall into a pseudo FWB relationship. If he’d known it would lead to this- Jimin sad and confused and doubting himself on the floor- he would have been more serious in urging Jimin to confess.
“Do you remember what you said when I wanted to call Jiae?”
“This is the exact opposite of that.”
Jimin frowns, glancing up at him. “I don’t get it.”
“She wasn’t good for me and going back to her wouldn’t do me any good. That’s not true for you and Hoseok.” Taehyung struggles to find proper words, slides off the bed to sit at Jimin’s side. “You like him a lot, anyone can see that. You’re not an idiot, but if he ever hurts you again I won’t hesitate to kick his ass.”
Jimin laughs, weakly, but he isn’t crying and Taehyung considers that a victory. “Yeah, well. I’m not speaking to him right now.”
“But!” Jimin stands, rifling through his jacket where it had fallen to the floor in a heap. He drags out a small baggie, waving it with a grin. “I grabbed the last of his good weed when I left.”
“I thought you quit that shit.”
“How much you got?”
Jimin opens the bag, holding it to his face to breathe in deeply. “Enough for the weekend. And Monday. Maybe Tuesday if I skip class.”
“Ugh.” Taehyung hasn’t been high in a pretty long while, the last time he’d woken up naked with Jimin in the student center.
“Dude, you gonna get high with me or not?”
“I’m always high on your love, bro.”
“My shit’s still in my desk.”
“Nice!” Jimin whirls around, grabbing the paper and lighters from a drawer. Then he settles next to Taehyung on the floor, clearing out a space and grabbing a folder from under his bed to roll a couple joints on. “Hey, what you said about having done your time eating my ass…”
Taehyung offers Jimin the first hit, rolling another while he starts it off. “What about it?”
Taehyung sighs. Jimin’s pulling out his best puppy eyes, the kind Taehyung hasn’t been able to refuse since they were five and Jimin always managed to convince Taehyung to give him the good chalk to draw with. “Completely serious.”
“What if I pull the heartbreak card?”
Sneaking a hit from the joint perched in Jimin’s fingers, Taehyung lets out an exasperated stream of smoke. “Fine.”
“Take your fucking pants off, Jimin.”
“Later. Get naked.”
Jimin’s got his pants off in the next breath.
It starts like this:
Whereas Taehyung had been doing his best to ignore Jeongguk for both of their well-beings, it becomes clear very quickly that it isn’t going to work. He’s close to Yoongi and Jimin, the others becoming so fond of him so rapidly that the change gives Taehyung whiplash. What started as his friends promising a very drunk Taehyung that they’d help hunt down the cheating twink if it was what Taehyung wanted had become Namjoon or Yoongi telling Taehyung to sit down when Jeongguk comes over and he’s trying to climb out the window.
Doesn’t matter that Seokjin’s apartment is on the fifth floor. Taehyung would deal with that broken leg on his own.
When he’s drunk, he still considers calling Jiae and asking to try again. When he’s a little more sober, he considers calling her sister because he’s never fucked someone so flexible twice. When he’s sober, he wants to be drunk. Jimin’s the one who finally deletes Jiae’s number after Taehyung drinks himself to sleep. Doesn’t make a difference. Taehyung’s drunken brain remembers it.
He stays sober for class and endures Seokjin walking him across campus with Jeongguk. Taehyung may tune out their conversations entirely and plot the best way to escape, but two days a week he deals with it.
“Are you guys going to Hoseok’s party this weekend?” Seokjin asks.
Taehyung has Seokjin’s hand, hanging over his shoulder, gripped between both of his tightly. He might be a little hungover, but he didn’t drink this morning. Progress.
“No,” Taehyung says, at the same time Jeongguk nods excitedly and says, “Yes!”
Seokjin squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “Quit acting like an old man, Tae.”
“I don’t like frat parties.”
It’s been his go-to excuse for so long that no one questions it anymore. Taehyung is glad. If they believe it’s simply because he’d prefer to get sick in his own bathroom instead of breaking up a hookup just to vomit, then he doesn’t have to explain why he’s been avoiding Hoseok along with Jimin.
“Oh, I have to go to registrar,” Seokjin says, coming to a stop. “I expect you both over for dinner tonight.”
“No excuses, Taehyung. You’ve bailed for two weeks.”
When he leaves, Taehyung turns to enter the building for his photography class, but Jeongguk grips his sleeve and refuses to let go even when Taehyung tries to shake him off. He doesn’t move at first, wondering if Jeongguk will give up if he doesn’t turn around.
No such luck. Taehyung sighs, feels something he doesn’t want to name pinch his throat when he turns to look at Jeongguk. Students stream past them, hurrying to class before they’re late.
He’s resigned when he asks, “What, Jeongguk?”
“Are you still mad?”
Taehyung walks away without another word.
That’s another thing driving Taehyung up the wall. He knows he told Jeongguk after they fucked at the bar to ask Taehyung later if he was still mad, but he hadn’t anticipated seeing Jeongguk again, or fucking him a second time, and hadn’t anticipated Jeongguk asking him that question every other day.
He’s not still mad. Seokjin or Jimin might call him a goddam liar for that, but it doesn’t matter what they think. Taehyung wasn’t in love with Jiae, missing her when he’s drunk isn’t the reason why he can’t forgive Jeongguk. He can’t. He just can’t forgive Jeongguk because every single time Taehyung sees him, eyes crinkling with the force of his smile, smirk ever-present when he’s teasing Jimin, or head-butting Yoongi in an attempt to act cute enough to have Yoongi pay for his food, Taehyung sees what he wanted all along.
Dating Jiae, Taehyung had felt nothing but restricted. She stopped him from going to parties. She criticized him for laughing too loudly. She insulted the way he dressed, even went so far one afternoon as to throw away the clothes of his that she didn’t like. Jimin had found them in a pile below the window.
But Taehyung thought it was love.
Because isn’t that love? Helping to change someone into something better than when you met them? If Taehyung’s attitude was too crass, if his clothes were unflattering, wasn’t she doing him a favor?
Jimin told him once when Jiae locked herself in Taehyung’s room after a fight that something like that wasn’t healthy. Taehyung had ignored it. He’d ignored everything. The good outweighed the bad. Their Instagram posts were proof of that.
Now, when he looks at Jeongguk, he sees someone he might’ve fallen hard for in high school. He sees boyish charm mixed seamlessly with the desire to be seen as someone older, stronger. Jeongguk’s fierce personality and sharp wit clash painfully with Taehyung, but in a way that wakes something in Taehyung he feared he’d lost forever.
He felt something when he fucked Jeongguk. Instead of hiding himself in his actions, instead of ignoring his partner and getting off too quickly to really fill any kind of void, Taehyung had wanted to take his time. He wanted to work Jeongguk up and watch him fall apart beneath Taehyung’s ministrations, urge every possible noise of pleasure from Jeongguk’s lips.
And that scared the shit out of Taehyung.
Despite how he’d felt when fucking Jeongguk, Taehyung knows he can’t have that.
Looking at Jeongguk, Taehyung only sees where he went wrong with Jiae. He’s perfect, Jeongguk is; with his strong arms and a beautiful smile, with his flushed cheeks when he’s a little tipsy and the way he’ll threaten to bite Jimin’s hand whenever Jimin ruffles his hair, only to whine when he doesn’t get cuddled during a movie. The way he tries to stand up to Taehyung only to falter. Claiming he’s terrified of Yoongi only to seek the older out first before any of them.
Jeongguk is a contradiction wrapped neatly in a fantasy paradise.
Taehyung can understand entirely why Jiae would want Jeongguk instead of him.
Who would want Taehyung when Jeongguk was even a consideration?
Who would want him-?
Hands on his chest bring Taehyung to a stop. He blinks away tears he hadn’t realized were clouding his vision, looking around to see that he’s walked up three floors and nearly gotten to class without even thinking about it. He must be late already, a few students throwing him dirty looks where he blocks the hallway as they’re running to class.
Mina moves her hands from Taehyung’s chest to cup his face. “Are you okay? Holy shit, what happened to you?”
“Are you busy?” Taehyung asks, the question garbled and crushed beneath the weight of his uselessness. His hands are shaking where he grips the straps of his backpack. Mina is kind enough not to ask for the origin of his tears, wiping them away with the pads of her thumbs.
“I just got done with class.”
“I don’t remember where your dorm is.”
“It’s okay.” Mina brushes her fingers over Taehyung’s cheeks. “It’s close. Come with me.”
A few hours later he’s calling Jimin to come get him, drunk and choking on tears and he can’t find his underwear.
Seokjin tries to promote a group dinner at least once a week, whether they cook together, Seokjin warms up leftovers from the week, or they split the cost of ordering takeout, he insists they need to spend time together. He’s already graduated, sticking around for grad school with Yoongi. Hoseok and Namjoon only have a year left. Whenever he’s feeling particularly emotional, Seokjin complains that the end of college will be the end of their friendship.
Taehyung thinks he’s being ridiculous, knows that he wants to keep this friendships forever, but that doesn’t stop him from teasing Seokjin relentlessly whenever he’s drunk and crying, clinging to Yoongi. So they meet every week to eat too much food, complain about problems, and watch shitty movies.
He spends most afternoons at Seokjin’s with Jimin’s arms wrapped around him from behind. Since cutting Hoseok off, Jimin has gotten even clingier. It’s nothing Taehyung isn’t used to, it just restricts his arm movement for some things, but it keeps him warm and makes a soft pillow when he’s close to falling asleep. Taehyung can tell that everyone is curious to the change in dynamic, throwing glances at the duo all during dinner and the resulting movie. Hoseok doesn’t show up, hasn’t been around much whenever Jimin is there; Jimin swears he doesn’t give a shit.
“Who the fuck chose anime?” Yoongi is complaining, snuggling into Namjoon’s chest where Namjoon has his arms around him. “What the fuck. It’s the year of our Lord two thousand and eighteen, who the shit is still watching anime?”
“You just insulted all of Japan, hyung,” Jimin snickers, stroking Taehyung’s hair.
Seokjin fast-forwards through the intro. “It’s Jeongguk’s turn to pick.”
Jeongguk, who’d been quiet as he washed the dishes in the small kitchen, shuts off the water as the show begins in earnest. He’d whined to start where he left off, which was halfway through the damn season. He comes into the room holding a bag of banana chips, and pauses in front of where Jimin and Taehyung are wrapped around each other on the edge of the couch.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin says, craning his neck to see around Jeongguk’s frame. “There’s room somewhere else.”
“Taehyung-ssi, are you still mad?”
Taehyung stands up and brushes past, ignoring the resounding complaints that follow his disruption. “Hyung, I’m taking a nap in your bed.”
Seokjing groans quietly. “Taehyung-”
He doesn’t listen, doesn’t hear Seokjin call him back to the living room when he holds Seokjin’s pillow tight over his ears. He spots Seokjin’s laptop on the ground and pulls up a drama he cried over some months ago. Halfway through he realizes he’s heard Jeongguk singing one of the OSTs while working on his assignments.
On his better days, Taehyung doesn’t mind Jeongguk’s presence. He can endure movie night and go back to his apartment and fuck Jimin and if he’s lucky he’ll fall asleep without the aid of whiskey or gin. There are dark bags under his eyes and he wakes up in Mina’s bed more often than his own, sometimes in apartments he only vaguely recognizes, but Jimin’s run out of weed and both of them are tense.
It’s one of his better days that he skips the elevator and walks up the stairs, distracted by the pictures of ass and lingerie blowing up his phone. Taehyung has a project due at the end of the week, but he’s given this professor a handjob and he figures that he can get an extension if he needs to.
He freezes at the top of the stairs. Jeongguk is standing in front of the elevator, head tilted where he’s staring at Taehyung.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks, shutting off his phone where he’s just started getting dick pictures. Jesus. Does no one know patience anymore? “This isn’t Seokjin hyung’s floor.”
Jeongguk scowls. “I live there, too. Anyway, my friend from high school lives on this floor. We were playing Overwatch.”
“You play Overwatch?” Taehyung can’t help but ask. Both Jiae and Jimin had complained whenever Taehyung wanted to play, so he hadn’t gotten to do so very much recently.
Nodding, Jeongguk offers a shy grin. “Yeah. I played a lot more before moving in with Seokjin hyung, though.”
“Oh. Uh. Cool.”
“What are you doing here?”
Taehyung’s phone buzzes. “I. Uh- I was going to raid hyung’s kitchen.”
“And you’re taking the stairs?” Jeongguk snickers.
“It’s my exercise.”
“Won’t help your noodle arms.”
“Hey,” Taehyung whines. He clicks his phone off when Jeongguk calls the elevator, knowing he probably can’t come up with a decent excuse for why he’s got to stop by a room on this floor. “I didn’t hear you complaining when these noodle arms held you down and fucked you ‘til you cried.”
There’s a fierce blush on Jeongguk’s cheeks when Taehyung reaches the elevator, and he furiously presses the call button again. “I didn’t cry.”
“Sounds fake, but okay.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Shut up.”
The elevator ride is quick, but far more comfortable than Taehyung had expected. Truthfully, he’s been on edge the past few days. It’s been almost a week since the last time Jeongguk asked if he was mad, two weeks since they last fucked, and Taehyung’s been anticipating the question anytime Jeongguk entered the room. Instead, Jeongguk talks about the Overwatch he just played, and how he’s wondering if it’s time to change his character.
Taehyung is used to picking Seokjin’s lock (he gave Taehyung a key years ago, but Taehyung didn’t spend an evening watching lock picking tutorials on YouTube for no chances to try it out) but he steps back. No one else is over, as expected because Taehyung is pretty sure Seokjin works late at the bar tonight. Taehyung’s tempted to fake a call and leave, but he’s hungry and tired and last night Jimin sucked him off so well he passed out before he could drink. Maybe he could get away with sneaking a bottle of Seokjin’s stuff.
Jeongguk disappears into his bedroom and Taehyung takes to raiding the fridge with a sigh. There isn’t much, but Taehyung still retreats to the couch with a few snacks and an apple between his teeth.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Jeongguk asks, startling Taehyung. He’s changed into sweats and a big hoodie, drowning in fabric. He reaches for the bag of chocolate covered banana chips in Taehyung’s hand and he gives them without a word.
“Sure. You choose.”
Jeongguk chooses some Marvel movie, would probably kill Taehyung if he admitted that he has no idea what’s going on, if Jeongguk’s heightened level of interest is anything to go off of. He plows through that bag of snacks and holds his hand out. Taehyung hands him another.
Sometime through the movie, Taehyung has dumped all the snacks on Jeongguk’s lap and lied back, feeling exhausted and a little on edge, still. He blames Jimin for filling his designated vodka water bottle with actual water.
“Taehyung-ssi? Are you-?
“Don’t.” Taehyung says, cheek pressed uncomfortably against his fist. Something explodes on screen. All of the lights and screaming are giving Taehyung a headache. “Please don’t ask if I’m still mad.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Jeongguk says meekly. “I was gonna ask if you’re okay. You look really tired.”
“I’m behind on half of my shit,” Taehyung says. He doesn’t know why he’s bothering to even open up to Jeongguk. Maybe there was something in those banana chips. They lulled Taehyung into a false sense of security. “I failed an exam yesterday and nearly had to beg my professor to let me retake it.”
“Oh, so you’re only stressed about school?”
“’Only’?” Taehyung repeats, cracking an eye open to glare at Jeongguk. “I need to pass this shit to graduate next year.”
“What do you usually do to ease stress?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung mutters. It’s a lie; he does know. He’d been on his way to ease his stress when he ran into Jeongguk. And if Mina got finished with work early enough, he’d be heading over there afterwards. But he doesn’t think it’s a very good idea to tell Jeongguk that. “I think I’ll just head out, maybe take a nap-”
“Maybe I could help?”
Jeongguk’s hood is pulled far over his head, his bangs too long and brushing his eyes and the way he tilts his head is just so endearing. He’s deadly. All he has to do is blink his eyes and Taehyung is entirely certain that he could get away with murder. He can see why Jiae would fall for him.
“Help me how?” Taehyung asks, unable to keep the bite of bitterness from his tone.
“I could blow you? Release endorphins, ease stress, y’know.”
“You don’t have to do that, Jeongguk.”
“Please?” Jeongguk pouts, folding his arms on Taehyung’s thigh and resting his chin there. “I want to. I haven’t had your cock in so long, hyung.”
“Gonna let me use my hands this time?” Jeongguk jokes, as he’s turning Taehyung’s body slightly to lie more comfortably on the couch.
“Not if you keep the attitude.”
Jeongguk sticks out his tongue, settling between Taehyung’s spread legs. He pokes his tongue out as he runs his palms along the inside of Taehyung’s thighs, his touch warm through the jeans Taehyung wears. Taehyung isn’t hard when Jeongguk unzips his pants, but undeterred he palms over Taehyung’s cock, making Taehyung sigh lightly.
When they’d done this previously, Taehyung had only let Jeongguk suck him off long enough to get Jeongguk desperate, but now Taehyung hangs his arms over the back of the couch and lets Jeongguk move slowly, lets Jeongguk cup his cock and stroke the length over his boxers, gaze almost reverent. Taehyung hadn’t seen this coming. He thought, once giving Jeongguk permission, he’d be quick to get Taehyung hard, quick to get him in his mouth, quick to end it. But, as Taehyung is unwillingly learning, Jeongguk is full of surprises.
Jeongguk mouths at Taehyung’s cock, the hood falling to obscure everything, so Taehyung moves his hand, pushes it back and settles his fingers between the smooth strands of Jeongguk’s hair. When Jeongguk suckles at the tip, wet and filthy, Taehyung tightens his grip with a sharp inhale.
“Oh,” Jeongguk breathes, shuddering a little beneath Taehyung’s touch.
“You good?” Taehyung asks.
“I- uh. I really like that.”
“Hm.” Taehyung grips the hair at the back of Jeongguk’s neck and pulls, drawing a strangled moan from Jeongguk. “Don’t tease hyung, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk mutters, “Don’t yank on my damn hair, then.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, shut up.”
Before Taehyung can say anything in response, Jeongguk tugs Taehyung’s hard cock from his boxers and licks from the base to the tip, making Taehyung moan and ease the grip he’d had on Jeongguk’s hair. Gripping Taehyung’s hips, Jeongguk swiftly works his lips and tongue along Taehyung’s length, dipping his tongue into the slit only to move again before Taehyung can buck his hips into the touch.
When Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s cock into his mouth, Taehyung feels tension leave his shoulders, and he sinks into the couch with a deep sigh as Jeongguk slowly bobs his head until he’s got his nose buried in the fine hair at Taehyung’s navel.
Jeongguk swallows around Taehyung’s cock, making his hips jump, but Jeongguk holds him down. Taehyung almost wishes he’d asked Jeongguk to take his hoodie off, he’d kill for a view of Jeongguk’s arms like this, straining to keep Taehyung in place. It’s too late now, he supposes, as Jeongguk bobs his head faster, sucking Taehyung’s cock like he’s desperate for it.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, when he pulls off to catch his breath.
“Tell me I’m doing good.”
“It could be better,” Taehyung lies, teasing Jeongguk because he’s learning it garners the best reactions. Call Jeongguk’s dick sucking game subpar and he’ll jump at the opportunity to prove it wrong. But Taehyung’s not looking for a fight right now, so before Jeongguk gets the chance to raise his hackles and get defensive, Taehyung strokes the hair away from his eyes. “I’m kidding. It’s perfect, you’re doing so well, Jeonggukie. Making hyung feel so good.”
Jeongguk says something under his breath that sounds a lot like, asshole, and Taehyung can’t object to that, so he simply guides Jeongguk’s mouth back to his cock, lying hard and flushed against his abdomen.
Taking his time, Jeongguk builds Taehyung’s pleasure until his legs are shaking beneath Jeongguk’s palms, only to pull away from where he’d had Taehyung deep in his throat to lap at the tip instead. Taehyung groans, tries to thrust into the warm, wetness of Jeongguk’s mouth, only to be held at bay.
“What did I say about teasing, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk tilts his head, eyes wide and teary from how deeply he’d been taking Taehyung into his throat. “I just want you to feel good, hyung.”
“You’re a menace.”
The movie is still playing in the background, an impassioned speech setting an odd mood to the slick sounds of Jeongguk sucking dick. It takes another tug to his hair and a few curses from Taehyung before Jeongguk puts more purpose into it, sucking Taehyung off with fervor and taking him deep into his throat. When Taehyung’s thighs shake and his stomach clenches, he comes with his head thrown back an a moan on his lips.
“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses, chest heaving.
Jeongguk is beaming a little as he tucks Taehyung’s soft cock back into his jeans. He lays his head on Taehyung’s hip, very deliberately jerking his lower half against Taehyung’s thigh. “T-Tae.”
“Aw, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung coos. “Are you all worked up? Got hard just from sucking hyung off so well?”
“Hyung, please.” Jeongguk moves to straddle Taehyung’s waist, cock tenting the front of his sweatpants and his cheeks are flushed, already bordering on desperate and Taehyung hasn’t even touched him. “Will you fuck me?”
“Hm, maybe. I don’t know if you really- oh, shit.”
Taehyung sits up so suddenly he nearly slams his head against Jeongguk’s, knocking the other boy over in his haste to get off the couch. Jeongguk gets tangled in one of the blankets there, staring up at Taehyung in confusion as Taehyung gathers his phone and keys, zipping his pants and pinching his finger in the process.
“Tae- what’s wrong?”
“I have a paper due, like, right now.” Taehyung finds a Starbucks cup and hopes the coffee isn’t rancid, downing it without hesitation. It tastes like Seokjin’s usual order- a fuck ton of sugar in black coffee. “Well, a few hours. But still.”
“Can’t you ask for an extension?”
Taehyung shakes his head. “I already did. If I miss this deadline, I’m dead.”
Jeongguk whines, flopping onto the couch. “You can’t leave me here, I’m hard!”
“You have your vibrator,” Taehyung says, swinging his coat on as he opens the door. He says without thinking, “Sorry, Gukie.”
He leaves before Jeongguk can even lift his head to reply.
Jeongguk sits against one of the ice machines behind the bar, his homework spread out on the floor in front of him. Seokjin has tripped over him three times when he comes to this side of the bar to make drinks, but all Jeongguk had to do was pout a little and Seokjin let him stay. He’s out of sight from the camera over here, and it provides a nice little hiding spot when he doesn’t want to be a part of society.
“Hyung!” Jeongguk snatches his notebook off the floor, saving it from Seokjin’s dirty shoe. “Watch it.”
“You’re literally underfoot like a tiny dog,” Seokjin complains, pouring vermouth into a shaker. The bar must be getting busy, according to the pile of dirty glasses by one of the sinks.
Jeongguk had offered a few times to help out whenever Seokjin was understaffed, but he really only knew how to pour shots and the occasional Jack and coke, so. “I’m not a dog.”
“Whatever. Hand me the sour mix.”
Jeongguk does, and Seokjin goes back to tending to customers who are drinking way too much for a Thursday evening. From where he sits, Jeongguk can see that most of the people at the bar are still in their suits from work, ties loose and hair purposefully mussed to give the impression of nonchalance, though the way they knock back shots and drinks doesn’t quite match that attitude.
Seokjin’s coworker shows up late, the bar still pretty full by then. Jeongguk gets lost in his work, using the scattered pieces of conversation that he picks up as background music to astronomy and literature. Junhee is less forgiving about Jeongguk sitting behind the bar, but he tries to ignore the dirty looks.
He’s not done with his essay by the time things calm down enough for Seokjin to actually end his shift, still tapping angrily at his keyboard when Seokjin sits across from him, takes his laptop, and does a preliminary read through.
“This isn’t as terrible as usual.”
“Gee, thanks,” Jeongguk says dryly. He figures this means Seokjin can leave now, and starts packing up his things with hope Seokjin will buy him food. “Can we get McDonald’s?”
“No, we have food at home.”
“I hate this fucking family,” Jeongguk grumbles, shoving his notebook in his backpack with more force than necessary.
Seokjin takes Jeongguk’s wrist before he can stand up fully, urging him back down. “We need to talk first.”
“Can’t we do it at home?” Jeongguk asks, raising an eyebrow. The bar still has a good number of people left, Junhee is glaring at them from the other side of the bar, and mixing some drink that Jeongguk is almost entirely sure is not supposed to look brown.
“This is easier. I already have you cornered.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not, Jesus. You’re so annoying.”
Jeongguk pouts. “Rude.”
“Whatever.” Seokjin waits until Jeongguk settles properly again, legs crossed.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Mostly about how you’re a fucking moron.”
“Wow.” Jeongguk says, humorlessly. He grabs a few pieces of ice from the bin behind him and very pointedly shoves them down Seokjin’s shirt. (“Joke’s on you, I needed to cool down. It’s hard always being so smoking hot.”) “I mean, we been knew but why now?”
Seokjin sighs, still fishing down the front of his shirt to get the ice before it melts. “I told you not to get attached to Taehyung.”
“And? I didn’t.”
“Okay, fine. But I think you should really consider talking to him before you fool around anymore.”
Jeongguk pulls the front of his shirt up to hide his face. “This is not a conversation I want to have with you.”
“Would you relax?” Jeongguk can imagine that Seokjin is rolling his eyes. “I love Taehyung, but you’re my priority. He fucking left you in subspace-”
“Wait, what?” Jeongguk drops his shirt, gaping. “No. What? No. I don’t even- what? Hyung, I-”
“Maybe you weren’t fully in it,” Seokjin murmurs, resting his chin on his fist. “Do you have any idea what subspace is?”
Jeongguk tries to convey with his expression how much this conversation wounds him. “N-No? Should I?”
“I mean, it’s not exactly necessary, but if you’re going to be having really rough sex you should at least have an idea of it.”
“Do you experience it?”
“I haven’t, but some of my partners-”
“Okay, stop.” Jeongguk claps his hands over his ears. He doesn’t know why he didn’t put up more of a fight when Seokjin started with this topic. He shuts his eyes, saying, “I can’t discuss this with my cousin. I wanted to pretend you’ve never seen a dick before.”
“Jeongguk, I have one.”
“You’re so fucking annoying.” Seokjin takes Jeongguk’s hands, lowering them from his ears, but when Jeongguk opens his eyes, Seokjin is smiling fondly, though he still looks a little concerned. “Taehyung texted me before he left, asking me to check on you. I don’t know if he knew what he was doing was shitty, but he hurt you-”
“He didn’t hurt me.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Well, not anymore than I wanted him to.”
“Gross. But the fact remains that he left you afterwards, right?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t care.”
Seokjin groans, running his hands through his hair. “Okay. Let me ask you something. How did you feel afterwards, when Taehyung was leaving?”
“And how did you feel when Yoongi stayed the night with you after we got back?”
Jeongguk pauses, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before he admits, “Better.”
“You were in a sensitive space, anyone with half a brain could see that-”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk says harshly. Junhee has moved closer, making more drinks for the late crowd of sad fathers and desperate young women. He doesn’t want to have this conversation where anyone could overhear, least of all with his cousin. So he and Taehyung had fucked, it wasn’t like they were exclusive, there were no expectations or requirements toward what they had. Jeongguk wasn’t going to ask Taehyung to stay and cuddle when he’d barely started holding full conversations with Jeongguk in the first place. “I’m not doing this with you. I got fucked and fell asleep after, that’s where the story begins and ends.”
Seokjin stares at him for a long moment, observing the way his cheeks color, his shoulders square and how he reaches for his bag to leave, and sighs. “Fine. I’m sorry I tried to push it. But you two need to talk. Starting a relationship- whether romantic or just to have sex- over Taehyung’s anger with you is not a good idea.”
“Whatever,” Jeongguk grumbles, no longer in the mood to talk. Not to mention he’s still a little on edge after Taehyung left before getting him off a few days ago. Knowing what Taehyung is capable of, using his toys on his own just isn’t as good to Jeongguk anymore. “I wanna go home.”
“Okay,” Seokjin says softly. “Let me clock out and we’ll go.”
“You owe me McDonald’s.”
“One.” Seokjin holds out a hand, helping Jeongguk to his feet. He calls out a farewell to Junhee, leading Jeongguk to the back exit.
“Three or I’ll jerk it in your bed.”
“Oh my God, you’re terrible. Why the fuck did I let you live with me?”
Jeongguk hooks his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. “Because I’m so cute?”
Seokjin trips him.
“Oh my God.” Jimin groans into his arms, face pressed there. He’d slumped over immediately upon their arrival to the lunch table, nearly slamming his face against the metal before Taehyung had moved him to lie on his forearm instead. “Fuck, I’m so hungover.”
“It’s noon,” Taehyung says, chewing on a pretzel.
“Time is an illusion.”
“Ugh. Why did you let me drink last night?” Jimin whines, muffled by his arm.
Taehyung pats his head lightly. “I literally told you not to drink the rest of the Jameson and you said, ‘Don’t tell me what to do, bitchass,’ and drank it.”
“We’ve called each other worse. You hungry?”
Namjoon and Yoongi are the first to show up, likely having gotten out of class late. They bring more food for everyone to share, and then Seokjin arrives with his infamous hangover remedy- infamous because, though it tastes like the worst smoothie one could ever drink, it works wonders and they refuse to share it with any underclassmen. He comes with Jeongguk, who looks like he’d just rolled out of bed and put on the first clean-ish shirt he could find. When Hoseok comes a few minutes later, cheeks flushed as if he’d sprinted there, he settles on the opposite side of the table from Jimin and Taehyung.
Silence stretches among the group for an uncomfortably long time before Seokjin tells a joke, Yoongi tells him to go to hell, and everyone erupts into giggles, sharing the food. Yoongi piles Jeongguk’s plate and Seokjin piles Taehyung’s, trying to urge Jimin to raise his head and eat something.
To: mini soulmate [12:41pm]
are you going to look up at all
From: mini soulmate [12:42pm]
not as long as hoseok is here
Taehyung tries to be subtle about the way he glances at Jimin, phones held in their laps. He hasn’t looked up once despite Hoseok trying to bring him into the conversation several times. When Taehyung looks again, he’s playing Candy Crush and ignoring every notification from Hoseok.
“What are we doing this weekend?” Hoseok asks, looking away from Jimin’s head. “If someone says party, I’ll throw my shoe at them.”
“I gave Junhee the weekend off so I’m working the bar.” Seokjin says, placing another small pile of meat on top of Jimin’s untouched plate.
“So, bar hopping?” Hoseok asks.
Shaking his head, Yoongi says, “You all get too fucked up at the first bar and just want to sleep. Well, except for Jimin. But last time we let him hop between bars we lost him for thirty-six hours and he was in a morph suit when he came back.”
Jimin raises his finger. “That was a good weekend.”
“We could play Overwatch,” Jeongguk suggests, munching happily on his food.
Seokjin tugs on his ear. “No one wants to watch your boner for WidowMaker for an entire night.”
“Mean,” Jeongguk mutters, rubbing his ear.
Hoseok sighs. “Well, someone better come up with something.”
“We could actually do our assignments,” Namjoon whispers, earning himself several fries to the face as each of them throw a few.
“Yoongi, how’s the studio lately?”
Conversation flows easily, food being passed around freely as Yoongi rants about the cost to rent a studio room rising. Namjoon complains about some assignments, Seokjin tells them stories about the customer he had the night before who stood on the bar and tried to take her shirt off, Taehyung keeps his hand on the back of Jimin’s head, and contributes where he sees fit.
When they’ve mostly finished all of the food, Jeongguk is still stuffing his cheeks and poking around at everyone else’s untouched fries or chips. Seokjin is telling another story, Hoseok laughing so loudly he’s almost silent, that Jeongguk is almost unheard when he says, “Daddy, can you pass the salt?”
The entire table goes silent, everyone’s head snapping up to stare at Jeongguk with various expressions of horror.
Jeongguk’s cheeks are bright red, his gaze focused on the salt packets on the edge of Taehyung’s plate. He refuses to look up, jaw squared, and before anyone else can move, he reaches across the table to snatch the salt himself.
“Well.” Hoseok says, very slowly. “I’ll admit. I thought it’d be Taehyung.”
Taehyung looks away from the table to glare at Hoseok. “Excuse me?”
“I thought you’d be the one, y’know, calling Jeongguk-”
“Why would you think that?” Taehyung presses.
Hoseok shrugs. “You’re smaller than him-”
“Taehyung’s taller, actually,” Seokjin cuts in. Jeongguk is hiding his face in Seokjin’s shoulder. Taehyung can relate. “Only by a little.”
“Fine,” Hoseok says. “But he doesn’t have as much muscle definition-”
“He has broader shoulders,” Seokjin counters.
“Having big shoulders doesn’t automatically mean topping.”
“Neither does having abs.”
“Okay, enough,” Taehyung says brusquely. “Why are you so interested in our preferences?”
Hoseok shrugs again, but at least he has the decency to look sheepish. “Yoongi hyung and Namjoon are predictable and boring. We need new material.”
“Literally fuck you.” Yoongi tosses a balled-up wrapper at Hoseok’s face.
“Get it somewhere else,” Taehyung says sternly. “Leave Jeongguk alone.”
There’s still an awkward silence hanging over the table, but there’s no more talk about kinks or inquiries as to who takes what up the ass. Taehyung chances a glance at Jeongguk, whose blush hasn’t lessened and is still doing his best to hide behind Seokjin, and frowns.
His phone buzzes against his thigh a few minutes later, as everyone is slowly packing up their things to get to their next classes. Jeongguk, as soon as Seokjin stands, grabs Seokjin’s hand and runs.
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From: mini soulmate [1:19pm]
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Taehyung lets his head fall on the table, pressed against the top of Jimin’s head, and they stay there long after their friends have left, until the sun is beginning to set and Taehyung is whining for a pizza.
Taehyung loses himself in the loud, base heavy music, the rap giving him a headache where he lies on the couch. This party is a little more lowkey than the ones he’s been to recently, but what it lacks in attendance it makes up for with annoyingly loud music and enough liquor to drown everyone.
According to Jimin, he’s not allowed to drink tonight, having busted through the door and saying, “I’m getting smashed tonight and one of us needs to survive and that’s you.” But Jimin didn’t say anything about smoking.
“Here, oppa.” Mina hands him the bowl, holding the glass to his lips.
Taehyung breathes out the smoke, smiling lazily. “Thanks.”
She squeezes his ankle where Taehyung’s legs are thrown over her lap. He’d claimed this couch when they first arrived, and Jimin had been rubbing it in all night. Standing at the other side of the living room, bottle of Grey Goose ever present in his hand, someone keeps bringing him Jell-O shots and Taehyung is pretty sure he’s going home with the girl currently feeling up his bicep.
“This music is awful,” Taehyung complains. He’s been doing a lot of that lately.
“No, you’re just an idiot.” Yoongi sits on the armrest, drink in hand. Namjoon is trying to drag Jimin into a dance contest in the midst of the room and Taehyung wishes, not for the first time since arriving, that he could drink. “Tae.”
“Shh, I’m sleeping.”
“No, you’re not, shut up.” Yoongi smacks Taehyung’s shoulder lightly. “Is Jimin okay? I haven’t seen him go this hard in a while.”
Taehyung sighs, propping himself up on his elbows. Jimin hasn’t taken Namjoon’s offer to dance but there is a guy Taehyung doesn’t recognize trailing his fingers along Jimin’s arm. “He’s. He heard Hoseok hyung might be here tonight so he’s trying to blackout before they see each other.”
“Idiot,” Yoongi says. “Hoseok’s been trying to talk to him for days-”
“Oh, that’s my fault. He gave me his phone so he wouldn’t call Hoseok during his binge last weekend.”
“You’re both idiots,” Yoongi says with a groan. “Chaotic idiots. This is not how you deal with your feelings, Taehyung.”
“You literally curl up in a ball when Namjoon hyung calls you cute, what the fuck.”
Yoongi’s cheeks flush, and he leans over to shove Taehyung’s face into a pillow and hold him there. “Being a chaotic gay in love is different than using alcohol and shitty FWBs to bury the fact that you’re fucking miserable.”
Taehyung manages to rip his head away from Yoongi’s hold, glaring up at him. “This isn’t funny anymore.”
“It’s not supposed to be funny.”
“Whatever.” Taehyung mutters, carefully moving so as not to disrupt Mina where she’s making out with someone over the back of the couch. He stands up and is immediately hit by how fucking high he is, grabbing the armrest that Yoongi sits on to regain his balance. He really should have paid attention to what Mina was sharing with him. Feeling mean, Taehyung spits, “Seokjin hyung wants your dick, by the way.”
“What?” Yoongi’s head snaps up. “Hey, you shit head- don’t leave. Get back here and explain-!”
Taehyung ignores him, ignores everyone because the room is suddenly suffocating. Maybe it’s the smoke, maybe it’s that he promised Jimin he wouldn’t get drunk, or maybe it’s because there’s a constant weight on his chest, just waiting for him to give in and crush his lungs. He heads to the kitchen, phone out to text someone to keep an eye on Jimin since he’s about to break his promise when someone steals his phone right out from his hand.
“What the fuck?” Taehyung blinks slowly, comes face to face with Jeongguk grinning in front of him. He’s reading Taehyung’s messages. “Give me my phone, Jeon.”
“Why do you text Jiminie hyung like you’re in a movie?” Jeongguk asks, snickering as he scrolls. “So domestic, Taehyung-ssi.”
“You can call me hyung.”
Jeongguk freezes, thumb hovering over the camera icon on the screen. He glances up, disbelief evident on his expression. “I can?”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m clearly stuck with you, you’re a part of the group whether I like it or not, might as well- give me my phone.”
Taehyung struggles to pocket his phone, still too fucking high to really process that Jeongguk is standing in front of him, looking infuriatingly sober as Taehyung babbles about who the fuck even knows. Jimin used to joke that Taehyung never knew when to shut up. He only wished this wasn’t happening in front of Jeongguk.
They haven’t talked about the daddy incident from earlier in the week, their group collectively choosing to pretend that it hadn’t happened. Taehyung hasn’t brought it up, and he really hopes Jeongguk isn’t planning to mention it anytime soon.
“Okay. Okay, Taehyung hyung.”
“Are you here alone?” Taehyung asks, leaning against the wall. He can’t really focus and Jeongguk currently has four eyes, but at least Yoongi’s not scrutinizing him any longer.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says with a nod. “Seokjin hyung said I can’t spend another weekend playing Overwatch alone. He dropped me off and watched me walk in here like a damn soccer mom. I didn’t know you guys would be here.”
“Jimin made me come,” Taehyung says absentmindedly. If he cranes his neck, he can see the guy Jimin was dancing with earlier had his hand under Jimin’s shirt, lips against his ear. “I want to go home.”
“I can call an Uber?”
“I’m Jimin’s designated driver.”
“Tae, you’re high as fuck.”
“How the fuck did you know.”
Jeongguk only laughs, and Taehyung hates the way his skin feels warm at the sound. “You smell terrible.”
Taehyung finds himself smiling as Jeongguk laughs harder, propping his foot on the wall as he scans the party. They both focus at the same time on Namjoon, who’s trying to challenge everyone to an arm wrestling competition despite tripping over himself with every step, Yoongi watching from the couch.
Jeongguk grimaces as someone spills a beer on Namjoon’s shoe. “Why is hyung… like that?”
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
“He seems so cool when he’s not, y’know, drunk as fuck.”
“Law of opposites,” Taehyung says, staring at Jeongguk’s profile. “Cool sober people are lame as fuck when drunk, it’s like- the cardinal rule of college. Did you know Jiminie set the record at Hoseok hyung’s frat for fastest keg drinking? I held his legs- he waxed that morning and I almost dropped him like, four times, but he wouldn’t give up. Some girl asked him to sign her boobs and he did, I think she went home with him and Hobi that night-”
“Woah, Taehyung.” Jeongguk steadies him with a hand on his shoulder. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Anything. Anything to punch this hopeless, desperate feeling out of his chest. He needs to leave, he needs to get away from Jeongguk. Needs to take Jimin home and maybe beg Jimin to eat him out in the morning, if he’s not too hungover.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung retorts.
“You’re weird, hyung.”
“Shut up. You fucked my girlfriend.”
Jeongguk’s expression falls and he retracts his hand, shoulders bowing a little where he stands. He’s still standing close, hasn’t moved enough for it to be noticeable but it feels like a damn chasm to Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes go wide as Jeongguk looks away, and says quietly, “Right.”
“Shit- sorry.” Taehyung rubs furiously at his eyes. He’s feeling that familiar itch to be drunk, to take himself out of the world and forget that he’s a moron. “Ignore me. I’m so fucking high.”
“I know. Whatever.”
They fall silent, both leaning against the wall and staring anywhere but at each other. Taehyung wants to say something about how Jeongguk isn’t allowed to pout like that when reminded of what happened a couple months ago. Taehyung’s not angry. He’s not. He just can’t do this.
“Hyung, have you seen this meme?”
“Have I- what-?”
Taehyung’s head snaps up. Jeongguk still isn’t looking at him, but at least he doesn’t have that disappointed pull to his lips anymore, scrolling through the photos on his phone to find one picture in particular. Taehyung doesn’t understand it when he reads it.
“I don’t get it.”
Jeongguk pouts. “You don’t fuck with the vision?”
Jeongguk laughs quietly, patting Taehyung’s hip with his free hand. “You’re like an old man.”
“Literally fuck off.”
“Nah. Do you recognize this one?”
Taehyung barely focuses on the image on Jeongguk’s phone before he’s looking away, glances back to the party to see that Yoongi had managed to corral Namjoon back to the couch. Jiae stands across from the couch, giggling next to some guy from Taehyung’s photography class, trailing her finger down his chest in a way Taehyung used to be painfully familiar with-
He cuts off whatever meme Jeongguk was explaining, sees Jeongguk tilt his head from the corner of his eye as he looks up from his phone. The guy across the room leans down to kiss Jiae’s neck, her head falling to the side.
Taehyung curls his hand into the front of Jeongguk’s shirt, pulling him close to crowd Taehyung’s body against the wall and he kisses Jeongguk hard.
Standing shock still, it takes Jeongguk a long few seconds before the rigidity of his body eases, and he reaches to hold Taehyung’s wrists as he kisses with fervor. His eyes fall shut, head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss. Taehyung doesn’t shut his eyes- knows that he can’t risk it with her so fucking close for the first time in months. He watches, Jeongguk whimpering lightly into his mouth, as Jiae laughs and turns her head away, catching sight of Taehyung and Jeongguk against the wall.
Her smile doesn’t fall as she looks Taehyung up and down, and he doesn’t know if she recognizes that it’s Jeongguk pressing Taehyung’s body into the wall but it doesn’t matter. Jiae snickers, as if it’s all some kind of cruel joke that Taehyung has to settle for his unfaithful ex’s sloppy seconds.
She stands on her tiptoes to whisper something into the guy’s ear as Jeongguk finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily with his lips pressed to Taehyung’s jaw. The guy looks where Jiae must have pointed and he laughs, too.
Taehyung feels sick.
Jeongguk is already standing at the precipice of being wrecked, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Taehyung has half a mind to tell Jeongguk he’s a good kisser just to ease the awkward tension settling like a thick cloud over their heads, but truth be told he can’t remember what it felt like.
“Want to grab us drinks, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk smiles shyly. “Thought you weren’t drinking tonight.”
“I’ll be right back.” Jeongguk lets go of Taehyung’s wrists and disappears into the mass of student bodies to head to the kitchen, looking over his shoulder until he turns a corner.
Jiae laughs loudly from across the room- cruel and high-pitched- and Taehyung knows that she’s laughing at him.
If Jeongguk’s learned anything so far in university, it’s how to mix decent drinks with the shitty spread available at frat parties. He can trust the stuff at Hoseok’s frat, but here it’s anyone’s game. He doesn’t know what Taehyung likes to drink, but figures he can get away with mixing something he likes when Taehyung’s as high as he is.
Jeongguk can’t help his grin as he’s pouring some low shelf vodka into a solo cup, (curse Seokjin and his rants about the bar, Jeongguk doesn’t care about alcohol quality, he just wants to get wasted, thank you very much) lips still tingling from the kiss.
He’s wanted to kiss Taehyung for so long, since the club and the first time they fucked, but Taehyung had never shown the same desire. It has to be a good sign that Taehyung is starting to accept him, and maybe Jeongguk can sneak lots of kisses now that their first is out of the way. Maybe he can get Taehyung to kiss him during sex now, if they’re going to fuck again.
“This for me?”
Jimin tries to grab one of the cups out of Jeongguk’s hand as he’s making his way back to the main room. Jeongguk scowls, holding the cups high out of Jimin’s reach; knows the only reason Jimin isn’t kicking him in the shin for using his height is because he’d probably fall over if he tried. “I think you’ve had enough, hyung.”
“I’m perfectly fine, asshole.” He’s clearly not, swaying where he stands, and the bottle in his hand is mostly empty. “You don’t need two, anyway.”
“One’s not for me.”
Jimin narrows his eyes, all but slams the bottle onto the nearby countertop to free up his hands and place them on his own hips. He scrutinizes Jeongguk like his mother does whenever Jeongguk tries to lie about doing his laundry, except this is worse because Jeongguk once had a dream that Jimin fingered him.
“Why do you look so…” Jimin purses his lips. “Smiley?”
Jeongguk can’t help the grin that splits his features. “Mayhaps Taehyung hyung and I kissed.”
“’Mayhaps’?” Jimin repeats, slurring something fierce. “What the fuck. Why are you a walking meme, who raised you.”
“Go home, Jiminie, you’re drunk.”
“I can’t. I lost Taehyungie.”
“He’s over here,” Jeongguk says, rolling his eyes. “Come with me.”
In the doorway to the kitchen, Jeongguk sees Taehyung where he left him not five minutes earlier, leaning heavily against a guy that Jeongguk doesn’t recognize. For a second he’s confused, until he sees the guy kissing at Taehyung’s jaw, and Taehyung slipping his hand into the back pocket of the stranger’s jeans.
He’s still standing in the same spot, hands cold with condensation, as Taehyung leads the guy toward the front door, both giggling quietly to themselves and pressing unsubtle kisses to each other’s neck or ear.
“Oh, I didn’t know Tae was hooking up with Bogum again,” Jimin says, using Jeongguk’s distracted state as an opportunity to steal one of the drinks. He sips it quickly. “That probably explains why he’s been at Seokjin hyung’s apartment complex so much lately. Bogum lives on the same block.”
Jeongguk thinks back, remembers when he left Yugyeom’s place and ran into Taehyung on the wrong floor. He hadn’t thought anything of Taehyung’s excuse of taking the stairs. God, he was a fucking fool.
“Oh,” Jeongguk says. His voice sounds detached, hollow, to his own ears.
“This is a good drink,” Jimin says, finishing it off and taking the one in Jeongguk’s other hand. “Damn. Seokjin hyung should get you behind the bar.”
“Hyung, why does-?”
Jimin stumbles without taking a step, sloshing some of his drink onto his shirt. “If you’ll excuse me, Jeongguk, I’m going to be violently sick.”
He leaves for the nearest bathroom and Jeongguk crosses the room. He doesn’t want to call Seokjin, likely busy at the bar, anyway, so he stops in front of the couch, where Namjoon is asleep on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Hey, Guk,” Yoongi says when he notices Jeongguk’s presence. His easy smile falls almost immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you take me home, hyung? I can’t- I don’t want to bother Seokjin but I drank a little and-”
Yoongi stands up, letting Namjoon slump against the back of the couch, and draws Jeongguk’s shaking hands into his own. He doesn’t say anything for a long minute, trying to get Jeongguk to raise his gaze from the floor, but Jeongguk doesn’t concede. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. Help me get Joon into the car?”
When they make it to the car, Jeongguk swears from where he sits in the passenger seat that the figures kissing heatedly behind the bushes are awfully familiar.
Taehyung sticks his head through a crack in the front door, even though he knows no one is home. Everyone’s either in class or working, but Taehyung made the executive decision to skip class and take a nap and could think of no better place than Seokjin’s apartment.
He eats the last of the takeout in the fridge, looks longingly at the top shelf whiskey Seokjin thinks he keeps hidden, and dives onto the couch for his well-deserved nap. With the TV on lightly in the background, Taehyung thinks he could stay here forever. And he’s planning on it, trying to come up with an excuse for why he broke in to tell Seokjin when the older finishes work. Maybe Seokjin won’t mind if Taehyung looks cute when he’s sleeping- who is he kidding? He’s always cute.
So when he hears a crash from further in the apartment, Taehyung startles back to awareness. For a split second, Taehyung thinks there has to be an intruder- after all, everyone else is out for the evening, and he can’t help the spike in his heart rate until Jeongguk comes stumbling out of his bedroom, cursing quietly.
“The fuck did you drop?”
Jeongguk jumps; head whipping up to find the source, hand on his heart until he spots Taehyung. “Holy shit- a little warning would have been nice.”
“I didn’t think anyone was here.”
“Funny how the world works.”
“I live here, asshole.”
“Good for you, got any snacks hidden?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer, rolling his eyes as he steps fully out of the hallway to rummage around in the kitchen. Figuring Jeongguk will just head back into his room once he’s gotten whatever it is he’s looking for, Taehyung settles back on the couch to try and watch the movie. With a sigh, he slumps against the couch, knowing it’ll take a while for him to settle enough to sleep again.
But Jeongguk leaves the kitchen empty handed to stand at the other side of the couch. He takes one look at the movie, a look at Taehyung, and sets his jaw before he closes the distance in three big steps to settle himself on Taehyung’s lap.
Taehyung stiffens, body going rigid as he suddenly finds himself with a lap full of Jeongguk. He waits, hoping that this is all some lucid dream, but the weight doesn’t go away. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung fists the blanket on the couch and says, “What are you doing?”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk says, whines, and Taehyung hates the shiver that runs down his spine. He ducks his head, pressing the lightest of kisses to Taehyung’s throat, his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders. “Hyung, please.”
“Jeongguk-” Taehyung hisses as Jeongguk bites at a sensitive spot on his neck, hands coming up automatically to grip Jeongguk’s hips. “What are you doing?”
Pulling back, Jeongguk pouts, his lower lip jutting out and it’s so adorable that Taehyung feels the inexplicable urge to run. “I want you, hyung.”
“Please?” His hair falls into his eyes, hands moving from Taehyung’s shoulders to stroke idly across his chest. “I haven’t gotten off in a while.”
Taehyung bites his lip, sitting immobile beneath Jeongguk’s wandering hands. He wants to say yes- wants to push Jeongguk’s limits and see just how far they can go before Jeongguk breaks, before this gorgeous, lithe, lethal boy shatters in Taehyung’s palms. He’s shown before what he can handle when they’ve fucked in the past, but Taehyung wants more. And if Jeongguk wants more, too, well.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Taehyung questions, “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” Jeongguk gasps, already grinding his crotch against Taehyung’s lap. He grips Taehyung’s jaw, turning his face up to press a hasty kiss to Taehyung’s lips, then another, and another. “Yes, please. Hyung- wanna- wanna be good.”
“I already know you can be good, baby.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, pout deepening as Taehyung gently weaves his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair and pulls him back, away from kisses. “I wanna- hyung, need- need to- prove, hyung-”
“Prove what, Jeongguk?”
Instead of answering, Jeongguk ducks his head to press sloppy, wet kisses to Taehyung’s neck and jaw, still grinding his hips down against Taehyung’s lap for any sort of friction. Taehyung snakes his hand beneath Jeongguk’s hoodie, stroking the soft skin of his back slowly and earning a shudder from Jeongguk. He tucks that information away for later.
“Hyung, please- can- can we, please-?”
“Hm.” Taehyung moves his other hand to the front of Jeongguk’s sweatpants, where his cock is already tenting the fabric, and grips his length harshly. Jeongguk’s entire body jolts, then sags lightly against Taehyung. “How about this, baby? I’ll get you off, but you don’t come until hyung tells you to.”
“Mnh.” Jeongguk pants against Taehyung’s neck, trying to grind into the tight hold Taehyung has on his cock. “M-Mean, hyung.”
“Oh, little one,” Taehyung whispers, grinning against the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Let’s go, get up,” Taehyung interrupts, pushing Jeongguk away at the same time that he stands up, making Jeongguk scramble not to fall on his ass as he walks deeper into the apartment. “I’m not fucking you here, come on. I don’t have all day.”
Taehyung hears Jeongguk follow him, footsteps rapid with enthusiasm. Once inside Jeongguk’s bedroom, Taehyung leans against the wall and gestures for Jeongguk to lie down. He does, squirming a little beneath Taehyung’s stare.
“Well?” Taehyung snaps, “What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off.”
With a small noise, Jeongguk quickly shucks off his hoodie and undershirt, but pauses as he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. Taehyung quirks an eyebrow, arms crossed in front of his chest as Jeongguk hesitates, mouth opening and closing hurriedly.
Jeongguk chews on his bottom lip, looking up at Taehyung through his messy fringe. “C-can you-? You, hyung, you do it? I- I’ve-”
Taehyung sighs, feels a mean thrill shoot down his spine at the way Jeongguk’s eyes widen in something akin to panic. “Pathetic,” Taehyung mutters, watching the flush that spreads quickly across Jeongguk’s cheeks. “Baby can’t even take off his own damn pants? Needs hyung to do all the work, huh?”
“No,” Jeongguk insists, attention rapt as Taehyung crosses the room. “No, I just-”
“Ugh. You’ll see, Tae.”
“You’re awfully mouthy,” Taehyung says, gripping Jeongguk’s ankles to pull his body to the edge of the bed, close enough to reach his pants without moving much. Jeongguk immediately hooks his legs behind Taehyung’s waist. “Can’t you be good for once?”
Jeongguk hums, stretching his arms high above his head, accentuating his tiny waist, the flatness of his toned abs. “I seem to recall you telling me I was good.”
Taehyung aims a light slap at Jeongguk’s inner thigh and Jeongguk whimpers, cocky smirk falling instantly. “Guess you’ll have to prove it to me.”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”
Pulling down Jeongguk’s sweats, Taehyung’s breath catches in his throat at the first sight of lace sitting prettily on his hips. Jeongguk props himself on his elbows, watching as Taehyung hurriedly tosses his sweatpants somewhere to be forgotten, staring solely at the red, lacy underwear that Jeongguk’s wearing, the color stunning against his tanned skin, his flat stomach.
Taehyung runs his palms up Jeongguk’s thighs, stopping just short of where Jeongguk’s hard cock strains the fabric, a wet spot darkening the front. The underwear is criminally short, the tip of Jeongguk’s cock peeking out, the little bow on the front so inviting.
“Baby- oh, oh-”
“Do you like it, hyung?” Jeongguk asks breathlessly.
As if entranced, Taehyung trails his nails ever so lightly over Jeongguk’s cock in the lace, knocking a moan from Jeongguk’s lips, his head falling back. His thighs strain where they’re wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, sensitive and squirming, and so fucking beautiful. Taehyung wants to take a picture, to keep this memory forever.
“You,” Taehyung swallows to clear his throat. “Were you that sure you’d get fucked?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, sighing lightly as Taehyung continues to stroke him off with gentle movements. “I- I like it. How it feels.”
“Cute.” Squirming happily, Jeongguk lets his body fall completely on the bed again, as Taehyung traces his fingers and palms over the smooth, hairless skin of Jeongguk’s thighs and covered cock. “Do you want any toys, baby?”
“I- I dunno.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Jeongguk whimpers quietly, unhooking his legs and turning over. He pushes himself up, presenting his smooth back and the supple curve of his ass to Taehyung, who kneels behind him on the bed and spreads his fingers over Jeongguk’s ass. Taehyung nips at the skin just below the panties, biting lightly at Jeongguk’s thigh and ass as Jeongguk squirms, panting and letting out quiet noises.
“H-hyung, please touch me,” Jeongguk whispers. “Please.”
“Here’s what I’m going to do,” Taehyung says, scratching his nails up Jeongguk’s back. “I’m going to eat you out, and then I’m going to fuck your thighs. And you’re not allowed to come, does that sound good?”
Whining loudly, Jeongguk arches his back. “I- I wanna come, too.”
“Thought you were going to be good for me, baby?”
“I am! I’m a good boy,” Jeongguk cries out, Taehyung winding an arm around his waist to flick idly at the swollen head of Jeongguk’s cock.
“Then prove it.” Taehyung moves away from Jeongguk to rifle through the side drawer, drawing out lube and a condom, and upon a moment’s contemplation he grabs something else and slips it into his pocket. “Spread your cheeks, baby.”
Jeongguk’s cheeks burn as he reaches behind himself, his upper body pressed flush to the mattress as he spreads his ass cheeks apart. Upon returning to the bed, Taehyung slips a finger beneath the fabric, moving the panties away from Jeongguk’s asshole, where a plug sits nestled between his cheeks.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung groans, arousal punching low in his gut. He wasn’t fully hard before, but now he’s straining in his slacks. Just knowing that Jeongguk- whom Taehyung had seen earlier during their Seokjin mandated walk between classes- had likely been wearing the lingerie and the plug was making his head spin. “A plug, baby? Someone’s eager.”
“Hn.” Jeongguk tries his best to look at Taehyung from the position he’s in, cheek smushed on the bed and drool dripping down his chin. “I like- like being full.”
“Such a slutty baby,” Taehyung hums, twisting the plug and watching with satisfaction as Jeongguk’s back tenses, as a moan spills from his lips. “Always need something in your tight little hole, huh?” Jeongguk moans again, trying to match the way Taehyung pulls the plug out slightly only to thrust it in deeply. “Answer me, Jeongguk.”
“M’a-” Jeongguk’s body arches as Taehyung presses the plug into his prostate, nudging relentlessly.
“Use your words, Jeongguk-ah. Or is that too difficult for you?” Taehyung shakes his head, tsk’ing lightly. “Can’t even speak?”
“Mnh, I’m- I’m a slutty baby,” Jeongguk whimpers, closing his eyes.
“I know you are.” Taehyung roughly shoves the plug against Jeongguk’s prostate again, reveling in the little squeak that escapes Jeongguk’s lips before he pulls it out completely, tossing it further up the bed. “Keep yourself spread for hyung, little one.”
Taehyung dips his thumb into Jeongguk’s hole, slick with lube and clenching with the loss of the plug. He leans down, licking over Jeongguk’s asshole and Jeongguk squeaks again, jumping a little as if he hadn’t expected the action. But Taehyung holds him still, running his tongue over Jeongguk’s ass, licking from his balls before dipping into Jeongguk’s hole.
And Jeongguk can’t stay quiet, breathy gasps and moans of Taehyung’s name tumbling as Taehyung licks into his hole. Jeongguk’s hands don’t slip, keeping himself open for Taehyung to fuck his tongue into, and Taehyung takes his time working Jeongguk up. He pushes his tongue in, only to pull it out and lick at Jeongguk’s rim as soon as Jeongguk tries to thrust against his face. Jeongguk only whines at that, squirming relentlessly as Taehyung eats him out like a man starved. Taehyung almost wishes he had Jeongguk on his back for this- he knows Jeongguk must look gorgeous like this.
“Ah- hyung,” Jeongguk sobs, trying to get Taehyung to fuck into him deeper with his tongue. “M’close, hn, I’m so close, hyung-”
Taehyung pulls back, Jeongguk immediately complaining, whining and begging Taehyung to continue. “Ah, ah. What did I tell you, baby?”
“You-” Jeongguk huffs, eyes screwed shut and skin slick with sweat beneath Taehyung’s palms. The panties, bunched to the side of Jeongguk’s ass, are wet with spit and lube, precum soaking the front. “You said, you said Gukie doesn’t come,” Jeongguk sniffles, lower lip trembling. “Until hyungie says so.”
“Good boy,” Taehyung praises, pressing one last kiss to Jeongguk’s asshole. “Hyung’s going to fuck your thighs now, okay?”
Taehyung grabs the lube again, slicking the inside of Jeongguk’s thighs as he kneels behind him. Jeongguk whines at the cold, at just how wet Taehyung is getting his entire body. On shaking arms, Jeongguk pushes himself up onto his forearms, cock straining in his panties.
Unzipping his slacks, Taehyung lets out a sigh as he tugs his cock out, jerking himself off slowly just for a little relief. Jeongguk presses his forehead onto his arm, body taut and smooth before Taehyung.
“Clench your thighs for me, baby. There you go, look so pretty like this.”
With a hand around his length, Taehyung guides himself between Jeongguk’s thighs, just below where the pretty red fabric rests. Jeongguk huffs, squeezing his thighs tightly, trying hard to be good for Taehyung. Taehyung starts off hesitantly, but at Jeongguk’s eager moans he lets his thrusts pick up speed, grinding against Jeongguk’s ass and between his cheeks, hips slapping against the swell of Jeongguk’s wet ass.
“Hng, ah- Tae, oh, Taehyung-”
“Feel good, baby?” Jeongguk nods, nibbling on the tip of his thumb as Taehyung fucks his thighs, the lewd squelch of the lube sounding loud amidst Jeongguk’s desperate moans. “Love it when hyung fucks you like this, huh? Uses you? Like a toy, a dirty toy?”
“A used toy, only good for being fucked, hm? Doesn’t matter how, baby just wants cock.”
Jeongguk cries out, cheeks burning red and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He tries to hide his face but Taehyung leans over his body, moving his hands further up the bed and forcing Jeongguk to stretch his body out more, arch his back more. Satisfied, Taehyung tightens his grip on Jeongguk’s waist, fingers nearly touching where they’re wrapped around Jeongguk, and fucks between his thighs that much harder.
Leaning down, Taehyung trails kisses and alternating bites to Jeongguk’s shoulder blades and lower back, keeping up his brutal rhythm as Jeongguk whines and moans, high-pitched and desperate.
Jeongguk sneaks a hand beneath his underwear, jerks himself off a few times before Taehyung slaps his hand away, curling his fingers around the base of Jeongguk’s cock, instead. “No touching,” Taehyung growls into his neck, feeling himself getting close. “Be a good boy, and maybe I’ll still let you come.”
Taehyung is still squeezing Jeongguk’s cock when his orgasm hits, his hips stilling where they’re flush against Jeongguk’s ass when he comes, spilling white onto the sheets and biting hard on Jeongguk’s neck.
Jeongguk’s body jolts and he whimpers when Taehyung pulls back with a noise of dissent. “What a mess, hm? Don’t you think you should come here and clean it?”
With shaky movements, Jeongguk turns himself around so he’s facing Taehyung, still resting most of his weight on his elbows. He looks positively wrecked, hair matted where he’d had his face shoved into the mattress, eyes blown wide and cheek wet with drool. His body still trembles, cock painfully red in his panties. Still, he wastes no time, licking the come from Taehyung’s soft cock , eyes closed in pleasure.
When he’s cleaned Taehyung’s cock enough, Taehyung tucks himself back into his slacks and helps Jeongguk to lie on his back again, idly stroking his fingers along Jeongguk’s thigh but ignoring where he’s most sensitive, where he’s aching to be touched.
“Gukie now?” Jeongguk asks, eyes wide and wet. “Gukie gets to come?”
“Not so fast, Guk.” Jeongguk whimpers, shoulders hunching slightly. Taehyung snaps the band of the panties against his hip. “You touched yourself without permission, good boys don’t do that.”
“M’sorry, hyung,” Jeongguk rambles desperately, fat tears rolling slowly down his cheeks. Taehyung coos, wiping them away with the pad of his thumb. “Gukie didn’t mean to. M-my cock, hyungie, it hurts.”
“Oh, this little thing?” Taehyung cups Jeongguk’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, his legs kicking out as Taehyung squeezes. “Poor baby, it hurts?”
Taehyung hums, dipping his hand beneath the lace to jerk Jeongguk off slowly, digging his thumb into the slit. “And you’re close to coming?”
Sniffling, Jeongguk nods, his hips twitching slightly off the bed. “S’close.”
“Will this help?”
Reaching into his pocket, Taehyung retrieves the cock ring he’d stashed there earlier and quickly moves his hand beneath Jeongguk’s panties to fasten it at the base of Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk, when he realizes what’s happened, lets out a wail so desperate that he tears up again, furiously shaking his head.
“H-hyung, no, no, please- not- not the ring, please, Gukie- Gukie’s being so good-”
“I know, baby,” Taehyung tries to soothe him, petting lightly down Jeongguk’s thighs as he kicks and writhes, sniffles and whines. He reaches for his cock but Taehyung catches his hands, leans over Jeongguk’s body to pin them to the mattress on either side of his head. “But you need to be punished.”
“Hng.” Jeongguk pouts fiercely, but when it becomes clear that Taehyung isn’t going to remove the cock ring anytime soon he tries to force himself to relax, tension easing from his shoulders ever so slightly. “Can- can you, hyung? Please-”
“Can I what?” Taehyung rubs his thumb along the back of Jeongguk’s hand. “Ask properly.” Jeongguk turns his head and whispers something against Taehyung’s cheek, voice quiet and meek, tentative as he voices a request. Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he pulls back, staring at Jeongguk in awe. Cheeks bright red, Jeongguk squirms in embarrassment as Taehyung hovers above him. “You want that? Really?”
Jeongguk whimpers lightly, and nods. “I-If you want it, hyung.”
“Yeah. Yeah, fuck- I can do that.”
“Really?” Jeongguk asks, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You can?”
“Of course,” Taehyung murmurs, dipping his head to nip at the sweaty skin at the base of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk lets out a happy sigh, wriggling beneath Taehyung, his hard cock dragging against Taehyung’s abdomen. He almost snickers as he bites along Jeongguk’s neck; Taehyung can’t wait to ruin him. “Get on the floor, baby.”
Jeongguk groans, folding his hands over Taehyung’s hips to keep him close. “Why the floor?”
“Can’t do what you want like this, can we? Come on, I won’t ask again.”
Jeongguk is quick to comply, letting Taehyung stand before he’s hurrying off the bed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his panties before looking curiously at Taehyung, who only shakes his head. He brings out a sleep mat from under his bed, kicking clothes out of the way as Taehyung watches, leaning against the wall, until he’s satisfied, glancing at Taehyung once more before he lies down, cheeks flushed.
For a long few moments, Taehyung doesn’t move. Instead, he lets the silence settle over the room, takes the time to observe Jeongguk’s body, stretched out on the floor and shaking in anticipation of the touch to follow. His cock stays hard, tenting the front of his panties, his legs opening and closing as he waits, chest heaving with slow, unsteady breaths. Jeongguk keeps looking up at Taehyung and then looking away, chewing on his bottom lip, his hair mussed and chest red where Taehyung has already marked it up.
He looks breathtaking.
Taehyung wants to ruin him.
“Look at you,” Taehyung chuckles, voice deep and resonating in the quiet room. Jeongguk whines softly. “Baby, you’re shaking. Are you that excited? Can’t wait for hyung to use you?”
“Hn, Tae- please-”
Toeing off one of his shoes, Taehyung slowly, slowly, closes the distance between them, until he stands a hair’s breadth away from Jeongguk. He kneels down, pinching one of Jeongguk’s nipples between his fingers. At the sudden stimulation, Jeongguk jerks, whimpering as Taehyung works the bud relentlessly, eyes fluttering.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Taehyung says. He complies immediately, eyes watering already as Taehyung moves his hand to stroke the base of Jeongguk’s neck, tilting his chin to force Jeongguk to look at him. “You may touch your chest, but nothing lower. If you close your legs, I stop. Understand, baby boy?”
“Hng, y-yes. Yes.”
Taehyung stands, hands in his pockets as Jeongguk watches his every move, breath caught in his throat. He stutters out an exhale as Taehyung nudges his foot onto Jeongguk’s abdomen, stroking along the toned divots of his abs, to the sharp curve of his hipbone, and back. He doesn’t do much else to start, simply running his foot over Jeongguk’s belly, but it seems to do the trick already. Jeongguk bites hard on his lip, gaze focused solely on Taehyung’s foot, waiting, anticipating what he knows is coming.
“H-hyung, please-” Jeongguk sighs, squirming relentlessly beneath Taehyung’s foot, but Taehyung doesn’t do more than nudge the waistband of Jeongguk’s panties with his toe before retreating to his belly again. “Please-”
“Is this not good enough for you?” Taehyung grins, digging his toe against Jeongguk’s nipple and reveling in the choked, wet gasp that falls from Jeongguk’s lips. “What a little slut. Just wants to be used, wants to be stepped on and fucked like a bitch, right?”
Jeongguk only nods, moans getting louder as Taehyung steps on him harder, digs his foot into his ribs, his hip bones, stroking down to his thigh and ignoring where his cock strains his underwear. The remote to the cock ring sits heavy in Taehyung’s pocket, but he waits. From the way Jeongguk struggles to stay still, the way his shoulders rise from the floor and his hips kick up into nothing, Taehyung might not even need it.
“T-Tae, oh my god, hn-” Jeongguk pants, struggling to keep his legs spread as Taehyung gets closer and closer to his cock. “Tae-”
Taehyung trails his foot to Jeongguk’s cock and presses, applying enough pressure to get Jeongguk to sob, thighs tensing as his hips try to rock into the touch. He pulls away soon enough, going back to running his foot over Jeongguk’s heaving abs.
Jeongguk pinches his nipples between his fingers, eyes watery and glassy where he stares reverently at Taehyung’s foot. So gone already.
“Doing so well, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. “So pretty. You like it when hyung steps on your little cock, hm?”
Before Jeongguk can answer, Taehyung shoves his foot beneath the tight waistband of his panties and ruthlessly moves his foot over Jeongguk’s cock, wanton moans and sharp cries spilling as Jeongguk writhes, torn between thrusting into the touch and getting away. His body tenses, locking up, thighs quivering as he gasps and babbles, begging for more that Taehyung almost feels bad when he takes his foot away again.
“More,” Jeongguk gasps, tears leaking down his cheeks now. His cock is so hard beneath Taehyung’s foot where Taehyung lightly trails over his length, jerking and spilling precum with every touch. “Please, oh god-”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, can’t get enough of this picture: standing above Jeongguk; strong, confident Jeongguk- reduced to tears, and begging Taehyung to step on his cock until he comes. And Taehyung, still fully dressed, continues to feign disinterest, expression distant and hands in his pockets, as if Jeongguk isn’t even worth his foot.
So he tells Jeongguk as much.
“Begging already, hm?” Taehyung steps harshly against the divot of Jeongguk’s pelvis, earning a strangled moan. “Pathetic. You should be thanking me. Hyung’s being so nice, doing what you asked, and it still isn’t enough?”
“Mnh, hah, please- ah-”
Jeongguk grips his own hair, losing himself completely and surrendering control entirely to Taehyung, letting Taehyung do as he pleases, step where he wants, use him however Taehyung wants. He whines, hips thrusting up into nothing, Taehyung shoving him back down harshly against the mat each time he steps on Jeongguk’s hip, his abs, his leaking cock.
“Tell hyung how it feels, little one.”
“S’so- mnh, hn- hyung, oh- Tae-”
“Now, now.” Taehyung thumbs at the remote as he applies more pressure to Jeongguk’s cock with the heel of his foot. “Come on, baby, can’t you tell me? Or are you too dumb, can’t even answer a simple question? Only good for lying on your back, begging like a whore?”
“I-I can’t,” Jeongguk sobs out, his entire body jerking as Taehyung nudges his toe against the tip of his cock, almost lazily. He brings two fingers to his mouth, sucking on them desperately, drooling around them as he attempts to speak. His entire lower chest is flushed red from where Taehyung’s applied the most pressure. “G-Gukie can’t, too- too much- too good, oh-”
“Dumb slut,” Taehyung growls, stepping the hardest yet on Jeongguk’s cock. “Can’t do more than moan, all because hyung’s stepping on your little cock.”
Jeongguk cries out, body tense as more tears slip down his cheeks while Taehyung keeps stepping, presses harder, longer, until his back is arching and he’s coming dry, the ring on the base of his cock preventing him from releasing properly. He sniffles, dropping one hand to grip Taehyung’s ankle tightly, to try and get what he wants. Taehyung moves his foot away entirely.
“No,” Jeongguk gasps, scraping his nails lightly against Taehyung’s ankle, trying to get that pressure back. He’s still hard, precum soaking the bottom divots of his abs, and though his cheeks are stained with tears and his hair is knotted, he begs Taehyung for more, cries for it. “H-hyung, please, please- Gukie- Gukie will be so good, so good- please-”
“What do you want?” Taehyung asks, kneeling down again. He gently coaxes Jeongguk’s fingers from his mouth, doesn’t want him to bite them too harshly.
“Hn, you- you know, hyungie- please, Gukie wants-”
“Say it,” Taehyung urges, stroking his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair. “Hyung wants to hear you, baby.”
Jeongguk whines, pitifully, sniffles again as Taehyung does a poor job of wiping away his tears. His eyes are unfocused, shiny and wide. “P-please step on me.”
“Hah,” Jeongguk jolts, taken aback by the sudden way Taehyung pinches one of his nipples. “Hy-hyungie’s being mean.”
Taehyung only grins, twisting the nipple cruelly. “You still haven’t told me what you want, hm? Are you done already? So weak- can’t even last long enough to get something in your ass?”
“No!” Jeongguk grabs Taehyung’s wrist, as if terrified he’ll move and stop touching Jeongguk completely. “No- Gukie- Gukie can do it.”
“Then tell me-” Taehyung squeezes both his nipples at once, using the hold to keep Jeongguk from arching off the mat. “What the dumb slut wants.”
“Mn- step… step on my- on Gukie- Gukie’s-”
“Step on Gukie’s what?”
“M’cock! Please step on Gukie’s little cock!”
“This useless thing?” Taehyung taunts, sliding his palm down the ridges of Jeongguk’s chest to cup his length through the panties. Jeongguk’s hips kick, and he chokes out another wrecked moan. “Such a pathetic little cock, how could you even pleasure anyone with this? How could anyone choose this?”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, idly rubbing the tip of Jeongguk’s cock. “A pathetic cock for a pathetic slut, hm? Want hyung to step right here?”
Slipping his hand back in his pocket, Taehyung removes the pressure from Jeongguk’s cock at the same time he hits a button on the remote, the cock ring vibrating at one of its lowest levels. It takes Jeongguk a few good seconds to realize, his eyes going wide, hips jerking as he tries to move away from the onslaught of pleasure, but it’s no use.
“Be a good boy.”
“Hn- ah- h-hyung, too much- mnh- wanna, wanna come, please!” Jeongguk chokes on a moan as Taehyung ups the vibrations, slipping his foot back onto Jeongguk’s lower belly and immediately going back to stepping on his cock. Jeongguk wails, throwing his head back, and though he makes good on his promise not to close his eyes, his legs clamp up while he squirms. “Please, Tae- hyung- hurts, need-”
Taehyung stops moving his foot, watching the confusion cloud Jeongguk’s expression. “What did I say, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk whimpers, tilting his head as he struggles to recall what it is Taehyung is asking of him. “Hn- hyung said- be… be good?”
“Close,” Taehyung snickers, cranking the vibrations up higher. Jeongguk cries out desperately, but the pressure Taehyung applies to his dick leaves no room for Jeongguk to move, forced to lie there and take it. “Earlier, baby. What did hyung say?”
“I- I don’t-”
“You don’t remember?” Jeongguk shakes his head, sucking the tip of his thumb into his mouth and chewing nervously. “Dumb slut can’t remember a simple request?”
“M’sorry,” Jeongguk gasps, reaching blindly for Taehyung’s ankle with his free hand. His cock jerks beneath Taehyung’s foot. “S-sorry, hyung- don’t- Gukie can’t-”
“Pathetic. I said,” Taehyung yanks Jeongguk’s legs apart, moving them until his thighs strain, his lip quivers. “Don’t close your fucking legs.”
“M’sorry, sorry- I- hng- Gukie won’t- won’t do it again-”
“This is supposed to be a punishment.” Taehyung steps harder, moves his foot swiftly over Jeongguk’s dick, the boy whining and twisting relentlessly beneath him. “But you- you’re enjoying it too much, aren’t you? Such a slut, only deserve to be stepped on. Your little cock can’t do anything else, hm? Only good for this-”
Jeongguk’s back arches off the mat, abs clenching as he moans desperately, squeezing Taehyung’s ankle so tightly that Taehyung hisses, the sting of Jeongguk’s nails breaking his skin. He comes again, dry and longer this time, a pitiful wail falling from his lips as he cries, babbling and begging Taehyung to let him come properly, little pleasepleaseplease’s spilling while he chews on his thumb. His eyes, rimmed red, stare unblinkingly at Taehyung as he begs and sobs.
Clicking off the vibrations, Taehyung kneels at Jeongguk’s side again, resting his chin on his palm as if bored. “Came without permission again, I see.”
Jeongguk only shakes his head, his entire body trembling beneath the lazy hand Taehyung uses to stroke over his chest. “M- mnh, Gu-Gukie’s sorry- hyung-”
“You want to come?”
Jeongguk whimpers, sniffling. “Y-yes, p-please. Gukie’s been so good.”
“We’ll see about that,” Taehyung says. He takes Jeongguk’s hands, carefully helping him off of the floor and onto shaky feet. His cock is positively hurting now, and he holds his hands awkwardly in front of him as Taehyung strips himself out of his slacks and sweater, tossing his boxers away before he sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at Jeongguk expectantly. “Ride me, baby.”
Jeongguk’s legs quiver as he straddles Taehyung’s lap, Taehyung’s hands immediately finding his hips, running over the smooth skin of Jeongguk’s back and thighs. Hesitantly, Jeongguk wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s hard cock and Taehyung sighs, tipping his head back. After not touching himself for so long, holding off to focus on stepping on Jeongguk’s dick, the contact rips a moan from Taehyung’s lungs.
Reaching behind himself, Taehyung feels around the bed for the lube and condom he’d grabbed earlier. He slicks up his fingers, pressing two to Jeongguk’s hole, still slick with lube and spit from earlier that the slight stretch is easy, Jeongguk sighing into Taehyung’s neck, sitting up so Taehyung can reach properly.
“Feel good, little one?” Taehyung murmurs, pushing a third finger in and scissoring. He drags his fingers over Jeongguk’s prostate, but Jeongguk has little energy to do much more than shiver on Taehyung’s lap, moaning quietly.
“S’so good, hyungie- mn- hah-”
“Such a good boy, took your punishment so well. You wanna get fucked? Want hyung to fuck your tight little ass?”
Jeongguk’s nails dig into Taehyung’s back when he squeezes harder, breath catching. “P-please, Gukie- wants so bad.”
Taehyung struggles with the condom with the way Jeongguk clings to him but he finally manages to roll it over his length, slicking himself up with the excess lube. He taps Jeongguk’s hip. “Up.”
On unsteady legs, Jeongguk lets Taehyung’s hold on his hip and ass be the guide as he sinks down on Taehyung’s cock, the panties simply pushed out of the way; moaning filthily in Taehyung’s ear as he does. He goes slow until Taehyung forces him to bottom out, feeling a little mean at the way Jeongguk’s voice catches on a piteous whine. It takes Jeongguk a few seconds to adjust, his eyes hazy as he pulls his face away from Taehyung’s neck to focus properly on riding Taehyung, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
His movements are shaky, pulling off Taehyung’s cock to drop down heavily and he moans, mouth falling open. Taehyung keeps his hands on Jeongguk’s waist, urging him to move faster, take Taehyung deeper.
“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung murmurs, nipping at the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. “Take hyung so well.”
“Mnh- hn-” Jeongguk’s pace falters, but he digs his nails into Taehyung’s shoulders and steels himself, pushing himself to fuck down on Taehyung’s cock harder. “S’close,” Jeongguk pants, whining loudly as Taehyung hits his prostate, angles his hips to hit it every time. “Hyung- m’so close, please, please let Gukie come, please-”
Taehyung hums, twisting his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and tugging the boy away from his neck. His cheeks shine with tears, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth, and he struggles to meet Taehyung’s gaze, so fucking gone all he can focus on is moving his hips, chasing his release.
“Baby wants to come?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, Jeongguk only nodding desperately. He moves his hand from Jeongguk’s hair, settling it around Jeongguk’s throat instead. His hips kick at the way Jeongguk tries to chase his fingers, tries to suck them into his mouth. “Then come.”
“Hn- I can’t,” Jeongguk sobs, tries to drop his head but Taehyung’s hold keeps him up.
“You can’t? Why not?”
“T-the ring, hyungie-” Jeongguk cries out as Taehyung thrusts up into him harshly, keeps going when Jeongguk’s hips still and he can’t do much more than slump and take everything that Taehyung gives him.
It’s mean, but Taehyung simply squeezes Jeongguk’s throat, his voice cutting off as his air is restricted. When Taehyung lets go, Jeongguk moans loudly, voice high-pitched and wrecked, and he scrambles to grab Taehyung’s wrist, wordlessly asking for more, to be choked again.
So Taehyung complies.
He squeezes Jeongguk’s neck until he can barely get a sound out, until fresh tears are streaming down his face and he’s forgotten entirely about riding Taehyung. In concern, Taehyung quickly removes his hand, but Jeongguk immediately shakes his head, pulls Taehyung’s hand back with a broken whine.
“What ring?” Taehyung asks, letting up the pressure so Jeongguk can breathe properly, but keeps his hand at the base of Jeongguk’s throat as a reminder.
“Hurts- Tae- please- the ring-”
Taehyung wipes the drool from Jeongguk’s chin, pushing his finger into Jeongguk’s mouth for him to suck on. “What about it?”
“Let Gukie come, please- Tae- hn- God- please!”
Jeongguk wails, trying desperately to fuck down on Taehyung, clenching around Taehyung’s cock.
“Fuck-” Taehyung snarls, yanking the ring off Jeongguk’s cock and jerking him off quickly, until Jeongguk collapses against Taehyung, moaning against his neck. Taehyung growls into Jeongguk’s ear, “Come. Come for daddy, you little slut-”
Jeongguk’s entire body locks up as he comes, crying out Taehyung’s name and scrambling for a hold on his back. He’s sobbing, sniffling and crying as he keeps coming, spilling white between their chests, staining his panties as Taehyung grabs his hips and fucks him through it, thrusting up into his limp body harshly.
“Y-you, too,” Jeongguk whimpers, voice shot. “Gukie- want, want Taetae to come, too-”
“Shit, baby- you’re- so good, oh-”
Taehyung comes hard, buried to the hilt in Jeongguk’s clenched ass as he spills into the condom, biting hard on Jeongguk’s neck as he thrusts weakly through the aftershocks. Jeongguk snivels, body lying heavily on Taehyung’s as he comes down from his high, chest heaving.
Catching his own breath, Taehyung runs his fingers through Jeongguk’s sweaty hair, squeezing his hip gently. “Can you move, baby?” Jeongguk shakes his head. “That’s okay.”
He loses track of how long they stay like that, Jeongguk with his face hidden in Taehyung’s neck, breathing slowly evening out. Taehyung’s gone soft, and it’s getting uncomfortable, cock still nestled in Jeongguk’s ass, but he doesn’t move yet, lets Jeongguk take as long as he needs before he’s starting to shiver.
Taehyung shushes him as Jeongguk makes a noise of confusion. He gently urges Jeongguk to sit up before guiding him to lie on the bed, grimacing as Jeongguk pulls off from his soft cock. He ties off the condom, tossing it in the general direction of the trash before turning back to Jeongguk, who’d settled with his face in the comforter. Taehyung sits, legs crossed, and pulls Jeongguk’s head into his lap, stroking his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair.
“There you are,” Taehyung murmurs, as Jeongguk’s blinking his eyes open. “Did so good, baby.”
“G-Gukie was good?”
Jeongguk pauses. “The best?”
“The best baby,” Taehyung agrees, scratching lightly behind Jeongguk’s ear. “Can hyung clean you up?”
Jeongguk rolls onto his back, lets Taehyung tug the soiled panties down his legs, clean the cum from his chest and lube from his thighs. Taehyung gets dressed quickly, yanking on his slacks and sweater before crawling back onto the bed. Jeongguk waits for only a second before he moves his head back to Taehyung’s lap.
“The panties were a nice touch,” Taehyung says quietly, tracing his fingers over the slope of Jeongguk’s nose.
Jeongguk’s lips quirk into a smile. “They feel nice.”
“Look nice, too.”
Jeongguk hums. “My dick isn’t little, you asshole.”
Taehyung laughs, pinching Jeongguk’s cheeks fondly. Jeongguk sighs, snuggling up against Taehyung’s thigh. It’s a struggle to reach the water bottle discarded by the pillows but Taehyung manages, handing it to Jeongguk before he leans off the edge of the bed to grab the first blanket he sees, draping it over Jeongguk’s body and tucking the edges.
“Can you call me that again?”
Jeongguk blinks up at him, tilting his head back as Taehyung uses his sleeve to wipe the mess of tears and snot from his cheek. “Call you what?”
“Hm.” Taehyung smiles, squeezes Jeongguk’s shoulder under the blanket. “Did so good, little one.” Jeongguk hides his smile against Taehyung’s thigh. “Hey. I have a question.”
“I’m curious. Do you ever top?”
Jeongguk hums, whines a little when Taehyung stops playing with his hair until Taehyung continues. He whispers to Taehyung’s leg as he speaks. “N-not really. Not anymore. My ex only ever bottomed, so I’d fuck him, but he… he had problems with me, uh, asking to be praised. He told me- he said, “I’m the one with the dick up my ass, why should I praise you?’”
“What a fucking asshole.”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk chuckles, weakly. “We were together almost a year. He wasn’t big on cuddling, either, so after he finished he’d leave me alone.”
“What the fuck?” Taehyung hisses, angry at this jerk from Jeongguk’s past. “I hope you shattered his heart.”
“He-uh, he ended things, but it doesn’t matter. It’s over and I bottom with boys now. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, uh. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” Taehyung says quietly. “The offer is on the table, if you ever feel up to topping again.”
Jeongguk’s eyes go wide. “You’d let me fuck you, hyung?”
Taehyung shrugs, looking away from Jeongguk’s deep, expressive eyes. “Probably.”
“Don’t get too excited, I can always change my mind.”
“I- I should probably get going,” Taehyung says. Jeongguk’s been close to falling asleep on his lap for a while now and he doesn’t know how much longer he can stay here, lulled to a relaxing warmth with the golden boy looking at him like… like he means something. “The grind never stops.”
“Sure,” Jeongguk is saying, as Taehyung gently moves his head and steps off the bed. “See you later?”
Taehyung all but runs out of the apartment, thanking his lucky stars that none of their other friends had come by. He doesn’t know how to explain the sudden increase in his heart rate, or the way his eyes pinch with the impending onslaught of tears. Taehyung can’t explain why he doesn’t stop running even as he leaves the building, runs across campus, runs until he can’t think anymore.
Later, Taehyung sits on the floor of the bathroom, long after the steam from his shower has dissipated. His mind is still a mess, but he grabs his phone out of the pocket of his pants, and ignores all notifications to pull up a specific message thread.
To: mini soulmate [9:41pm]
To: mini soulmate [9:42pm]
oh no oh no oh no
From: mini soulmate [9:42pm]
where are you
To: mini soulmate [9:45pm]
If you're having fic troubles I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but more people writing and appreciating bottom/baby boy jeongguk and not writing taehyung as a grossly over feminized shell of his true personality ain't one.
I promise you the last 2 chapters won't be this long.
Rule #4: Don't screw things up.
I fucking lied man I said this chapter wouldn't be as long and it's longer.
-> important updates in the tags!
-> in the last smut scene there's something that may be potentially uncomfortable for some readers, kind of like accidental overstimulation so you may want to skip if you're not okay with that.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Jeongguk startles but he doesn’t look up, stroking behind the kitty’s ear. He’d finally gotten one of the small cats at the café to fall asleep in his lap, and he wouldn’t let Yoongi ruin this for him. Even if Yoongi was snickering where he’s untying his shoes and trading them for slippers. Jeongguk sees Yoongi going for his phone as he orders an Americano, and scowls.
“Go away if you’re just going to be mean,” Jeongguk grumbles, cooing a little at the way the kitty snuggles into his hand.
“I’m not being mean,” Yoongi says, thanking the owner as she brings his drink. “Just never thought I’d see the self-proclaimed emo sitting here petting kittens.”
“Chen likes having his ears scratched.”
Yoongi snaps a few blackmail photos. “Chen? You named them?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, and points with his free hand to the pictures tacked up on the wall above the cubby with toys. “They’re all named after EXO members. The females have normal names.”
“Our society is a slave to capitalism.”
“What the fuck, hyung?”
A couple of the more excitable cats come up to where Yoongi is standing and judging Jeongguk wholeheartedly. They sniff and paw at Yoongi’s feet, grab a toy and nudge Jeongguk’s free hand with it. With a sigh, Yoongi sits across from Jeongguk and lets one of the cats scratch at the hole in his jeans.
Jeongguk feels a little odd, sitting in the corner with Yoongi and surrounded by a few cats. The one in Jeongguk’s lap purrs happily, another curling up on the bed near Yoongi. Yoongi halfheartedly trails a toy across the floor, sipping his coffee. Jeongguk had really only ever come here on his own, the small cat café nestled between shops and restaurants just a few subway stops away from the university. He comes here often, had fallen hard for the cats the first time he found this place, seeking shelter from a rainstorm while he and Seokjin were shopping to furnish Seokjin’s apartment. He comes when he needs a break, or just wants to cuddle with some cats without judgment, so much so that the elderly woman who runs the café knows his drink order, and anticipates his appearance at least once a week.
He doesn’t really want Yoongi to be here, taking pictures of him petting cats before slipping his phone away, but he’s been alone here for most of the day. The few other people who stopped by had left after a couple hours. He won’t ask Yoongi to leave.
“You want another drink?” Yoongi asks, eyeing Jeongguk’s empty lemonade on a nearby table.
“I’m good,” Jeongguk says, his lips falling into a pout as the cat in his lap stand up, stretches, and slinks over to a free bed. He turns his attention to Sehun, who’s been nosing at his palm. “How’d you know I was here?”
“Seokjin hyung told me.”
“He’s worried, you know.”
Jeongguk sighs, leaning down to bury his face in the cat’s belly. Seokjin’s been pulling this shit for the past few days, trying to get Jeongguk to open up about the last few weeks, but Jeongguk didn’t see a reason to. His hookups weren’t anyone else’s concern. Even if that someone else cooked most of his meals and let him drink on slow nights at the bar.
“I know,” Jeongguk sighs again. “He’s not very subtle.”
“Can we not, please?” Jeongguk holds the cat up below his chin, offering his best pout. “I’m a grown ass man, I can have sex with whoever I want.”
“First of all, you’re an overgrown child.” Yoongi pets beneath the cats chin, and then tickles Jeongguk’s chin, smiling fondly. “Second, I don’t give a shit about your sex life. But Seokjin asked me to check in on you. I said no, but then he told Namjoon to withhold sex until I did, so.”
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose. “At least take me to dinner before you start talking about your sex life.”
“So?” Jeongguk doesn’t want to look up, knows that Yoongi is probably staring at him like he’s still a child becoming sexually adventurous for the first time.
“You like Taehyung?”
“Yeah? He lets me call him hyung now, I think he’s finally accepting me as a friend.”
Yoongi hums, leaning away to put his empty cup on a table. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “I don’t have a crush on Taehyung.”
That catches Jeongguk off guard. He pauses, his hand hovering over another cat’s head as he glances at Yoongi suspiciously. Seokjin hasn’t been the only one teasing Jeongguk about this stuff lately. Ever since Jeongguk’s slip up at lunch more than a week ago, (he still can’t sleep some nights because of it, embarrassed as hell that he’d blurted it out in front of his friends before even bringing up the topic with Taehyung), Hoseok has taken to pinching his cheeks and cooing, Jimin pretends to gag when he walks in the room. The worst, though, is Namjoon sitting down across from Taehyung during dinner and asking if he was ready to become a father.
Yoongi, however, looked completely disinterested. One of the cats had weaseled their way into Yoongi’s lap and he looked so fond, stroking the cat’s fur. Jeongguk doesn’t trust the calm.
“Okay?” Jeongguk repeats, disbelievingly. “That’s all you have to say?”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “You said you’re not interested in Taehyung romantically. I assume that means you just want his tongue in your ass. Isn’t that the end of the story?”
“It is. It is the end of the story.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Okay?” Yoongi tilts his head. “I’m not doing anything, Guk.”
“Well, that was a fucking lie.”
Yoongi laughs, settling into a rhythm of stroking his palm along the cat’s belly. Jeongguk glares at him for another few minutes before turning his attention back to the cat trying to catch the toy mouse Jeongguk tosses between his hands. It’s quiet and it’s comfortable, Jeongguk doesn’t feel the pressure to always be his best around Yoongi. Not since he worked on a project with Yoongi’s help and witnessed him sleep deprived, surviving on coffee, with hair so greasy Jeongguk joked he must’ve cooked a burger on his head. (He got kicked in the shin for that one. He deserved it.)
“Don’t look so fucking smug.” Yoongi throws a chew toy, wet with slobber, at Jeongguk’s cheek. “I want to get fucked tonight. Which apparently means adhering to all of Seokjin hyung’s rules.”
“Does no one find issue with how involved my cousin is trying to be in my sex life?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t care what sex you have, he just wants you to be safe-”
“I know how to use a condom, hyung.”
“Shut up. Let me speak.”
Jeongguk pouts, shoulders slouching. He doesn’t look at Yoongi, knows he must look pretty disappointed, instead he focuses on the cat on his lap, the way he purrs and arches in Jeongguk’s lap. Yoongi’s managed to scare away his own cat, and the one he reaches over to pet hisses at him. Jeongguk lets himself feel a little smug at that.
Still, he thinks he’s expecting what Yoongi’s going to bring up next. He and Seokjin must be talking a lot if they’ve resorted to tag teaming Jeongguk about relationships. He doesn’t get it, truly. After telling Seokjin he wasn’t looking for or expecting a relationship with Taehyung, Jeongguk had hoped the conversations would end there. Maybe, if he and Taehyung kept up with the sex, they’d eventually tell their friends. Maybe Jimin wouldn’t be so weirded out about the threesome dream Jeongguk had, and things would be good. So he doesn’t understand why everyone is trying to make more out of it.
“So.” Yoongi’s grin is a little smarmy when Jeongguk looks up. “A daddy kink, huh?”
Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn, and he sends Yoongi the meanest glare he can muster. “If you’re only going to blow me shit about that, go away-”
“I’m not, I promise. I just couldn’t resist, but I get it.”
Jeongguk tilts his head, the cat purring in discontent when he gets distracted from petting. “What do you mean?”
“Tae and I fucked once in high school. Bitch, when I tell you I saw stars-”
“Who in your friend group hasn’t fucked?” Jeongguk mutters, trying to chase away the visual of Yoongi, in his last year of high school, getting his dick sucked by the same guy who stepped on Jeongguk’s dick so good he cried.
Yoongi pauses, genuinely taking a few minutes to think about it. “Taehyung and Seokjin haven’t done anything, Namjoon and Hoseok used to fuck before Namjoon and I got together. Hoseok was already sleeping with Jimin by that time, so no big loss there. I walked in on Hoseok jerking Tae off once, couldn’t sleep for a week. And I think Seokjin and Jimin drunk kissed on Halloween a couple years ago. Oh, and Jimin and Taehyung fucked exclusively through high school, I don’t know if they’ve picked that up again.”
“Is… is the apartment a goddam brothel?”
“Why, you want in?”
“Hey, the friends that no-homo bro-job together, stay together.”
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose. “That’s not a saying, hyung.”
“It will be. Trademark patent is pending.” Yoongi taps his fingers on Jeongguk’s knee. “Not what I wanted to talk about. We need to talk about Taehyung leaving you after sex.”
“Ugh.” Jeongguk tries to look extra wounded, hoping that’ll get Yoongi to drop the topic so they can eat. He’d even tell Seokjin that Yoongi discussed everything thoroughly if it meant being left alone. “Please, hyung. People leave after sex all the time-”
“Yeah,” Yoongi snorts. “When it’s a one night stand and you never plan on seeing the person again. Not when they’re an integral part of your friend group and you keep sleeping with them. Look, there’s nothing wrong with hooking up with Taehyung. Like I said, I’ve been there, so I understand the appeal in fucking Taehyung. The issue lies with you continuously letting Taehyung get away with shit without voicing how you feel.”
Frowning, Jeongguk lets his gaze drop back to the cat. The café is quiet, general pop music playing softly through the speakers. The woman who owns the place is writing something behind the main counter, one of the cats perched by her side. Both look up when the door slides open, and a few high school kids greet the worker loudly.
This isn’t where Jeongguk would like to have this conversation. Ideally, he wouldn’t like to have it at all, but his hyungs have a habit of choosing the worst, public areas to corner him.
“Look, I-I’ll admit I don’t love it when Taehyung leaves, but we’re not a couple,” Jeongguk says hurriedly. “He’s barely let me refer to him as a friend, I’m not going to ruin that by asking him to cuddle me after sex. We don’t owe each other anything. If we want to touch dicks and then leave, so be it.”
“So be it.”
“Taehyung isn’t a bad guy, Guk. He’s clingy on a good day and a downright leech on a bad one, he likes to cuddle. He does. I don’t think he’d have a problem with it, if you asked.”
“No offense, hyung.” Jeongguk says, bitterly. “But Taehyung doesn’t hate you, so of course he’d be touchier with you.”
Yoongi frowns. “Taehyung doesn’t hate you.”
Even if that were true, “He doesn’t like me as much as you guys.”
“He’s known you for less time.”
“He’s known me as the guy who ruined his relationship.”
“You’re lying to yourself if you think Taehyung still holds that grudge,” Yoongi says, sternly. Jeongguk startles at the change in tone, and when he chances a look up, Yoongi has fixed him with the most severe expression Jeongguk has ever seen. “You’re either blind, or you’re being very selective with what you choose to see.”
Jeongguk’s voice is thick, throat tight, when he says, “Hyung.”
“Let me ask you something, Jeongguk.” Yoongi’s expression softens, and he covers Jeongguk’s hand where it rests on the cat’s belly with his own. “You say you don’t want a relationship with Taehyung, right?”
“The two of you aren’t a couple.”
“And neither of you owe the other anything.”
“Then why won’t you admit that his actions hurt you? Why won’t you tell him that you’re bothered by the shit he does? There’s no relationship to ruin, no romance to fuck up, so what have you got to lose? Hold him accountable, Jeongguk. Things could only get better for you, if you do.”
Yoongi slots their fingers together, and it’s only then that Jeongguk realizes his hands are shaking. A nearby cat presses her head to Jeongguk’s hip. Across the café, the teenagers squeal and take videos of the cats. The air conditioning is too loud. Yoongi is too close- but, not close enough.
“It-it doesn’t matter, hyung.” Jeongguk says, quietly, finally managing to find his voice. “We- Taehyung hyung and I, we’re just screwing around. We both get off and we both feel good, there’s no point in talking about dumb shit.”
“Your well-being isn’t dumb shit.”
“You can keep telling yourself that, Guk.” Yoongi scoots closer until their knees brush, and he gently hooks his fingers beneath Jeongguk’s chin, urging him to look up. “But I’m not always going to be around to help you out of subspace.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, carefully, doesn’t want to dispel the hold that Yoongi has. He’s refused to talk about that- not with Seokjin and definitely not with Yoongi. The thought of telling them about it, about the headspace he finds himself falling into, it’s embarrassing. And he can’t bring himself to discuss it.
(His Google history, on the other hand.)
“I know how to take care of myself,” Jeongguk mutters.
“Yeah, I know.”
But Jeongguk presses on, “If, one day, I want a relationship, I’ll find someone good to date. And when that happens-”
“Taehyung will just be another memory, another hookup that treated you like shit.”
It’s a low fucking blow, and Yoongi realizes it the second the words cross his lips. Yoongi’s eyes go comically wide, and he’s apologizing before Jeongguk can even register the hurt clawing its way through his chest. Jeongguk shuts his eyes, breathing in deeply a few times before he nods.
Yoongi cups Jeongguk’s chin in both hands. “Guk- babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just want what’s best for you, just want you to be happy-”
“I am happy, hyung,” Jeongguk assures him, throwing in what he hopes is a convincing smile as he squeezes Yoongi’s wrists. “I am.”
“Promise me you’ll at least think about what I said?”
“I promise,” Jeongguk says, though he’s got his fingers crossed where they now rest on the cat’s belly.
Yoongi searches his gaze for another long minute, before he stands up with a groan. He extends a hand to Jeongguk, who presses a very serious kiss to the cat’s nose before he gets to his feet, as well. It’s gotten dark outside, but it’s not unusual for Jeongguk to spend all afternoon and some of the evening at the café.
“You hungry?” Yoongi asks, while they’re collecting their shoes by the door. “I know a good barbeque place nearby.”
“Sounds good,” Jeongguk says. “But I’m going to eat a hole through your wallet.”
Yoongi smiles, and cups a hand over the back of Jeongguk’s neck as they leave. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“I’m an idiot.”
“I’m a goddam fucking idiot.”
“I’m dropping out of school, changing my name. If you need me, I’ll be in Guatemala-”
“Taehyung, Jesus, shut the fuck up.” Jimin reaches for the bottle of Chardonnay that Taehyung holds, clutching it tightly to his chest like a lifeline. Wine is never his first choice- and truthfully, he hates being wine drunk- but it was all he and Jimin had in the apartment, and now, more than halfway through the bottle he’d just opened and feeling that unpleasant drunkenness start to take root, Taehyung wishes he’d just splurged on something he liked on the way home. “Tae, baby, please share the wine.”
“No.” Taehyung’s hair flops into his eyes as he shakes his head. Petulantly, he wraps his arms more firmly around the bottle and jerks it away from Jimin. “No, you’re just going to take it away.”
“You’ve been drinking that shit non-stop for two days, Taehyung,” Jimin says, his voice understanding, yet there’s an undertone of frustration. “Please.”
“I’m an idiot, this is all I can do.”
Jimin frowns. They’re sitting in the corner of the tiny kitchen, huddled against the cabinets, and with Jimin’s body pressed against Taehyung’s. Taehyung tried to let himself sleep here the night before, but Jimin threatened to stop sucking his dick if he didn’t sleep in his proper bed. (His proper bed ended up being Jimin’s bed. Neither of them has slept very well on their own lately.)
“You’re not an idiot,” Jimin says.
Taehyung takes a long- long- drink of the wine. “I am.”
“You’re not. And drinking is not all you’re good for.”
“Says the guy who blacked out four days in a row last weekend,” Taehyung mutters.
“Don’t be a dick,” Jimin warns him. “This isn’t about me right now. This is about you, and your crush on Jeongguk.”
Taehyung whimpers, knocking back a lot more of the wine. God, he needs to puke. “I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We’re not not going to talk about it.”
“Or-” Taehyung points the bottle at Jimin, then snatches it back when Jimin tries to take it. “We could ignore it until we die.”
“Not this time, Tae.”
With a whine, Taehyung curls into himself further. Since Jimin found him on the floor of the bathroom, he’s been trying to urge Taehyung to talk about what happened, about Jeongguk, and the frantic stream of texts that Taehyung sent two days ago. But Taehyung doesn’t want to- can’t- talk about it, because voicing it makes everything real. Voicing it means these feelings exist, and Taehyung doesn’t deserve these feelings.
The bottle is nearly empty by the time Taehyung finds the courage to speak again, lips slick with dry wine and sore from how much he’s been biting them. “I… I can’t, Jimin. I can’t.”
“Talk to me,” Jimin murmurs, a hand on Taehyung’s knee and another around his shoulders. “You can’t… you can’t do this again. It hurt seeing you drink yourself to shit after Jiae, I can’t watch you do it again.”
“So close your eyes.”
“I just.” Taehyung grips the empty wine bottle a little desperately, knows that there are a few left in the fridge, but also knows that Jimin won’t let him have them. But he’s just drunk enough after a bottle and a half that he starts to talk, hurried and rapid. His heart is beating too fast and his arms are sweaty, but he’ll blame the blush he’s sure is staining his cheeks on the wine. “I don’t… I don’t know how to have a crush. I don’t know how to do relationships. Jiae… you know we only got together because she asked, and we all know how that turned out. Jeongguk… Jeongguk is everything, Jimin.”
“Explain,” Jimin says quietly, when Taehyung’s fixed his fuzzy, desperate gaze onto him. “It’s okay, you know I won’t judge you. I just can’t stand to see you so miserable.”
“Jeongguk is fucking amazing,” Taehyung laments, knocking his head onto the cabinet behind them. He starts, and he can’t stop, can’t stop- doesn’t want to stop. “He’s funny, and he’s so cute, Jimin. And he’s so strong, he could choke me out, make me cry, but he submits so beautifully. Have you seen him smile? When he laughs so hard his eyes crinkle? His thighs? That shit has me weak. He plays Overwatch, Jimin, and you know how everyone’s being a whore for Fortnite lately. He- he’s overwhelming.”
“So, you love him?” Taehyung makes a strangled noise at that suggestion, hurriedly choking down the last of the wine until the bottle is completely empty. Jimin takes it from him, and gathers Taehyung’s shaking hands into both of his own. “Okay, you don’t love him. But you could, right?”
Taehyung nods. He feels a pinch at the corner of his eye but he refuses to succumb. He didn’t cry over Jiae and he refuses to cry over Jeongguk. “I could. I could, Jimin; so easily. He- he told me about his ex, too. This dick of a guy that would use him for sex and leave-”
“Taehyung,” Jimin interrupts, very quietly. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing? At the bar? The first time at his apartment? A couple nights ago?”
Taehyung’s hands are shaking, and Taehyung stares at them in muted horror, a stone sinking in his belly. He thinks about refusing to kiss Jeongguk, about cleaning up and fucking off before someone would see them together, telling himself it was the lack of attachment that kept both of them from needing anything more. “Oh, God.” He whispers, writhing in Jimin’s arms until he can turn around and grab the third bottle of wine Jimin thought he’d kept out of reach, unscrewing the cap and chucking it away. He drinks until he needs to catch his breath, words tumbling from his lips, “Oh, God, I’m no better than his piece of shit ex. I- I’m no better than Jiae-”
“That’s not fucking true,” Jimin says, angrily. “You’re not a cheating scumbag-”
“But I left him-”
“You can make things right. Make them better.” Jimin pulls Taehyung closer, wraps him in an embrace that is at the same time comforting and familiar. He takes the wine when Taehyung’s hold loosens in despair, putting it out of Taehyung’s sight. Taehyung nuzzles into Jimin’s neck, drunk and sleepy and content to let the conversation end there, but Jimin’s nothing if he’s not consistently stubborn as fuck. He waits until Taehyung has relaxed, melted against his body to say, “You should talk to him. Jeongguk’s a good guy, and if you’re going to keep sleeping with him-”
“No,” Taehyung says immediately, shaking his head where it’s nestled against Jimin’s neck and shoulder. “No, it’s fine. I don’t want a relationship so soon after ending things, we just fuck. It’s fine. Jeongguk doesn’t like me, I can hide things.”
He can imagine Jimin’s rolling his eyes right now. “You can’t hide feelings, Tae. It’s impossible to separate feelings and sex-”
“We do it,” Taehyung says, petulantly.
“The exception that proves the rule.”
“I can’t do it, Jimin.” Taehyung whispers, staring at the wall. He thinks about Jeongguk, if he’s at the bar with Seokjin or at the studio with Yoongi. Wonders if he’s followed Hoseok to the dance studio that Hoseok frequents when he has free time. Wonders if Jeongguk’s sharing someone else’s bed tonight, or if he’s staying up too late playing video games. “I don’t want to do it.”
“I mean, you don’t have to. But do you really want to risk missing out on something good with him all because you’re scared?”
Jimin sighs, but Taehyung doesn’t have the energy to defend himself anymore tonight, doesn’t want to be thinking about Jeongguk anymore. “I think you should talk to Jeongguk.”
“And you should talk to Hoseok.”
Jimin stiffens, and then he forces himself to relax, picking his fight for the evening. “I’ll talk to Hoseok if you talk to Jeongguk.”
“Deal,” Taehyung says easily, knowing he won’t heed the advice.
“Can we go to bed?”
“Yeah,” Jimin squeezes him close, and drops a kiss to the top of his head. “Yeah, come on.”
Jimin helps Taehyung to his feet, unsteady and shaky, and supports him on their trek further into the apartment. They have to stop once when Taehyung gets sick, hanging onto the edges of the toilet as Jimin grabs him some clean sweats to sleep in. He falls into bed a few minutes later, curled into himself, cold until Jimin settles behind him and holds Taehyung close.
“Rev up those fryers, Krusty Krew! I need lots of sex on the beach!”
“Not after last time, Taehyung.” Seokjin says from where he’s leaning against the bar, polishing a glass. It’s early afternoon of a weekday, only a few pathetic customers hanging out and drinking watered down beers. Jimin’s on Taehyung’s back, clutching like a Koala. “You were cleaning sand out of your ass for a week.”
“Jeez,” Taehyung mutters, letting Jimin down as they approach the bar. “You get fucked on the beach once and never live it down.”
“Gotta admit, though,” Jimin snickers, holding out his hand for a high-five. “That was some damn good sex.”
“It was. Eleven out of ten, would suck your dick in a cave again.”
“Stop scaring my customers,” Seokjin sighs. He puts the pint glass down, grabbing a couple tall glasses for their usual drinks. Taehyung watches with a pout as Seokjin goes for the Jack Daniels instead of the Bacardi, mixing with coke instead of making a cocktail. He sets down Jimin’s whiskey sour, pours a little extra coke into Taehyung’s drink, and slides it over to him. “Shouldn’t you two be studying for finals?”
“I’ve got a week,” Taehyung says with a wave of his hand. He takes a deep drink, smacking his lips as he puts his glass down. “I’m good.”
“You’ve got a week until your last one,” Seokjin says flatly.
“Like I said, I’m good.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes, disappearing for a minute to refill a woman’s wine glass. Beside him, Jimin is chugging his whiskey. It had been Jimin’s suggestion to come here in the first place, both of them having woken up late and skipping their morning classes. When Taehyung tried to sneak past him in the living room with a bottle of tequila, Jimin had put his foot down, and said they were going out.
It didn’t feel much like going out, since the bar had been their go-to hangout spot since they met Seokjin in their first year. He refused to serve them back then, until they turned of age and tore up the bar on a weeklong bender during holiday break. They look back on the memory fondly, but Seokjin laments the entire thing.
“The others should be here soon,” Seokjin says, after two customers pay and another few people arrive. “Namjoon apparently fell asleep in the studio and Yoongi’s jokingly giving him shit about it.”
“Speaking of,” Taehyung says, grinning. “You hopped on those dicks yet?”
Seokjin fixes him with a flat look. “First of all, I wouldn’t be the one sitting on dick. Second of all, shut the fuck up or I won’t serve you anymore.”
“You keep saying that, yet here we are.”
Jimin eagerly takes his second drink before Seokjin’s even finished garnishing it. “If they’ll be here soon, it means we’ll be leaving soon.”
Frowning, Seokjin watches Jimin start knocking back his drink, and watches Taehyung finish his off quickly. He doesn’t make Taehyung a new one just yet, picking apart the lime on the rim. “What’s up with you two, lately? Jimin, don’t give me that look, I’ve seen the way you’ve been avoiding Hoseok. Neither of you came to lunch yesterday. This isn’t like you.”
Taehyung doesn’t like this. Seokjin has always been perceptive, but the last thing he needs is someone who’s so close to Jeongguk poking at Taehyung’s feelings.
So he holds up his drink, pointing at Seokjin with it. “Would you believe me if I said we’ve been studying?”
“I would not.”
“Too bad, that’s the story we’re sticking with.”
Seokjin sighs, but a rowdy group of young guys who all look too young to be drinking come stumbling into the bar, and his attention is needed elsewhere. Taehyung and Jimin share a look, and Taehyung sighs before knocking back the rest of his drink. They’ll have to stop coming here, too, if Seokjin’ll just scrutinize them the entire time.
“Do you want another drink?”
Taehyung curses, knocking over his glass as Jeongguk pops up in front of them, snickering behind the bar. Jimin chokes on the ice from his own drink. He’s far tipsier than Taehyung by this point, and his reaction is a little delayed before he spits, “What the fuck!”
“Where did you come from?” Taehyung asks, holding a hand to his heart. Jeongguk’s grabbed a rag from somewhere behind the counter, and he quickly wipes down what Taehyung spilled, gathering the ice and limes and chucking them into a nearby trash can.
“Well, hyung, you see- when two people love each other very much-”
“You are not giving me a lesson in baby making, Jeongguk.”
“Aw.” Jeongguk pouts, crossing his arms on the countertop and leaning his weight onto them. “You’re no fun. Rather a hands-on lesson, then?”
Taehyung flicks Jeongguk on the nose, grinning a little at the curse that Jeongguk lets out. His heart still hasn’t stopped beating too quickly, stuttering a staccato that has Taehyung momentarily worried until Jeongguk’s laughing at something another customer said, his eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, and oh, of course. That’s why Taehyung can’t settle.
“Dude.” Jimin elbows him, sways a little until Taehyung stables him with a hand on his shoulder. “You look gone, bro.”
“Fuck off,” Taehyung hisses. “Drink more, I’ll take you home.”
“My knight in shining armor.” Jimin rolls his eyes, but doesn’t call Taehyung out on his very obvious attempt to change the subject. “Gonna fuck me, too?”
Not if he gets as tanked as Taehyung is expecting. “Only if you’re good.”
“You know I never am.”
“You guys want another drink, or not?” Jeongguk asks, coming back to their corner of the bar. Seokjin is swamped with almost the entire group getting beers, along with more people showing up. Taehyung frowns. He knows the guys who work here, and it looks like Minhyuk is late, again.
“Yes,” Jimin says, at the same time Taehyung says, “Wait. I’m still curious how you got behind there without anyone noticing. You don’t work here.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk shrugs, and points to an ice bin by the martini glasses. “Seokjin hyung lets me do my homework here. I have great blackmail material on divorced fathers that I’ll never see again.”
Taehyung snorts. “Good for you.”
“I want that drink,” Jimin says, and Taehyung makes the conscious decision to stop staring at the little mole below Jeongguk’s lip. “What’s your specialty?”
Jeongguk drops his gaze, looking more than a little embarrassed. “I’m really good at pouring shots.”
“Shots?” Jimin repeats, raising an eyebrow.
“I can pour basic drinks. It’s just the counts and the numbers part that I’m no good at.”
“Gotta be good at math to be a bartender,” Taehyung teases. Seokjin has often complained about his coworkers, the ones who can’t do counts for martinis or doubles, the ones who fuck up change, or just suck at the job in general.
“Fuck you, gays can’t do math.”
At that, Taehyung frowns. “I didn’t know you were gay?”
“Fine, whatever,” Jeongguk mutters, cheeks going red. “Bisexuals can’t do math.”
“No,” Jimin says. “Bisexuals can’t drive.”
“Well, I can’t do either,” Jeongguk says. He clears Jimin’s glass before grabbing two more, filling them with ice and reaching for some low-level vodka and rum. The good stuff is saved for their birthdays. “Be nice to me or I won’t serve you.”
“Hm.” Taehyung leans back in his seat, watching the way Jeongguk’s arm strains as he pours the vodka, lips pouted in concentration. He looks so, so, nice in his t-shirt, Taehyung almost sighs before he catches himself, and the Very Pointed look that Jimin is giving him. “You’re taking after Seokjin hyung too much.”
“Nah,” Jeongguk says, snickering a little as he puts too many lime slices on Taehyung’s glass. “Still rather die than make dad jokes.”
“That’s a mood,” Taehyung agrees, clinking his glass with Jimin’s. It’s a little light on the vodka, hesitance in the pour, but Taehyung tells Jeongguk that it’s good because Jeongguk is looking at them expectantly, lip pulled taut between his teeth and Taehyung is scared to admit that he’d do many a thing to keep that smile on Jeongguk’s face. Jeongguk looks relieved when Taehyung says he likes it, before Seokjin’s asking him to grab something from the kitchen and he disappears again.
Jimin hums, knowingly. His drink is almost empty, but, “You’re a fucking liar, dude. This is so watered down I don’t know if he even put any rum in it.”
“He’s trying his best,” Taehyung says, keeping an eye on the kitchen door as he reaches for the bottles that Jeongguk left at the side, pouring a little too much extra vodka in his, and what’s essentially a double shot of rum in Jimin’s.
“I saw that,” Seokjin mutters, as he’s walking by to refill a line of shots on the opposite side of the bar. Minhyuk has finally arrived, and he’s in the corner furthest from them. Seokjin grabs the bottles and puts them back. “You’re not getting drunk tonight.”
Taehyung pouts, handing Jimin his drink. “I will suck your dick right now if you change your mind.”
Taehyung slumps back in his chair, watching Seokjin work, and watching Jeongguk bring some supplies from the kitchen before Seokjin lets him deal with the small crowd of people who only want a bunch of shots. Jimin’s drunk, swaying a little in his chair, but he’s not so far gone yet that Taehyung feels the need to take him home, and for that Taehyung is glad. He can’t seem to look away from Jeongguk. From the big, wide smile he throws at the customers who call him pretty, the way he laughs with the guys who keep putting their glasses down for another drink, at the twinkle in his eye when he knocks back a shot with them.
“Close your mouth, Tae. You’re drooling.”
Taehyung’s not, but he still wipes his chin with the back of his hand, anyway. “Fuck you,” he mutters, elbowing Jimin in the side.
“All I’m saying,” Jimin slurs, pushing his finger against Taehyung’s chest. “Is this is a wonderful time to talk to Jeongguk.”
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung plays with the straw in the glass of coke that Seokjin set down in front of him. “Yeah? I don’t see Hoseok around for you to return the favor.”
“Literally fuck off.”
Jimin flags down Jeongguk as he’s turning to grab another bottle of Patron, batting his eyelashes to convince Jeongguk to pour him another- stronger- rum drink. Jeongguk offers to pour some rum into Taehyung’s coke, but Taehyung declines.
“Jimmy, I have a question,” Taehyung says, after Jeongguk’s left their corner again.
“If the question is whether or not we’re fucking tonight, the answer is no. Not when you use that nickname.”
“Rude,” Taehyung pouts. “What does it mean when your heart is trying to beat out of your chest?”
“It means you have a crush,” Jimin says, matter of fact. “Means you want to kiss your man, hold his hand, probably adopt three dogs and maybe a baby if you’re bored. Get drunk at your kid’s soccer game, embarrass Jeongguk with roses on his birthday and on a random Tuesday because you’re just so in crush-”
Taehyung holds his hand over Jimin’s mouth, both of them glaring at the other, but Taehyung gives up first. He lowers his hand and he folds both hands in his lap, struggling to swallow back everything threatening to come tumbling out. He can’t do this. He really thought he could, talked big to Jimin about compartmentalizing, about how easy it was to separate feelings from sex. He does it with Jimin. Does it with Mina, did it with Yoongi.
But- when it comes to Jeongguk…
When it comes to Jeongguk, Taehyung doesn’t want to separate. He wants to lay his bleeding heart on the table, present it for everyone to see, like a beacon saying, look! Look here! I’m an idiot, and my heart is yours-
There’s probably a less dramatic way to do that, and if Jimin were sober he’d clock Taehyung on the back of the head for even thinking about ripping his heart out and sacrificing it. If only he could settle the damn thing, beating so rapidly like Taehyung asked for its opinion.
A woman on the other side of the bar leans over as Jeongguk’s pouring her a beer, trails her finger down Jeongguk’s forearm and Taehyung’s breath catches. It’s not fair- not fair to Jeongguk, but Taehyung-
God, Taehyung wants.
Wants what he can’t have.
“Do you think he wants kids?” Jimin asks quietly, making Taehyung choke on the soda he’s drinking hurriedly to distract himself from the smile Jeongguk flashes the woman. “He seems like the kind of guy who’d hold his kid like a football but wear matching outfits when no one’s around to see his daughter putting butterfly clips in his hair.”
Seokjin walks back over to grab glasses, sighing at the way Jimin sways like he’d expected this. “Who?”
“What about me?” Jeongguk leans back against the bar, grinning easily; and just that sight alone has Taehyung in pain.
Taehyung hopes for a second that Jimin will say something else, but he’s never that lucky. “Do you want kids?”
“Uh.” Jeongguk looks to Seokjin for help, who only shakes his head as if to say you’re on your own with this. “I’m twenty.”
“Good to know Tae’s boy toy is legal. Not my question.”
Jeongguk frowns. “I like you better when you’re spotting me with reps and not talking.”
“What a coincidence, I also like you better when I’m holding one hundred pounds above your chest.”
“Oh my, God, Jimin- here.” Seokjin slides over another rum and coke, evidently giving up on trying to keep Jimin from binging again. His tactics haven’t worked for Taehyung and they won’t work for Jimin, either. “Stop talking.”
The woman from earlier beckons Jeongguk with a curl of her finger, but Taehyung is faster. He fists his hand in the front of Jeongguk’s t-shirt, supporting himself with a hand on the bar to get closer when he says, “Want to fuck?”
Jeongguk tilts his head, nose brushing against Taehyung’s. “Right now? For real?”
Taehyung shrugs, and he can hear Sober Jimin telling him that this is a terrible idea. But Taehyung’s got a lot of nervous energy to expend and none of his usual FWBs are currently here. “Why not?”
“You want to walk home?”
“Here is fine, then.”
“Okay,” Jeongguk says, face brightening with a smile that steals the breath right from Taehyung’s chest. He pulls away from Taehyung’s hold, pouring two more shots for customers as he rounds the bar before saying, “I’m taking my break!”
Seokjin just waves him off, but Minhyuk shouts from the other corner, “You don’t work here!”
Jeongguk only giggles, taking Taehyung’s hand once he’s close enough, their palms fitting together as Jeongguk leads him to the bathroom. It’s not busy enough in the bar, not enough people around to hide their intentions, and they get a couple of dirty looks from customers but Taehyung doesn’t care. He doesn’t care because Jeongguk is guiding Taehyung into the furthest stall and locking it, staring at Taehyung expectantly.
And Taehyung’s not drunk- not by a long shot- when he blurts out, “Our stall.”
“You mean the stall that probably still has my cum on the door?” Jeongguk laughs. “Then yeah, our stall. Can I suck you off?”
“Y-yeah, baby. Of course.”
Jeongguk drops to his knees, nimbly undoing the button to Taehyung’s jeans before pushing the palm of his hand against Taehyung’s soft cock, and making him suck in a breath. Jeongguk is quick about it, his own overzealousness getting in the way of finesse as he moves his hand over Taehyung’s length to get him hard enough for Jeongguk to pull down his boxers and jeans past his ass, eagerly swallowing down Taehyung’s cock.
Taehyung’s head hits the side of the stall with an audible thump, his breath catching as Jeongguk wastes no time bobbing his head, spit and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. He lets his hands fall to Jeongguk’s hair, tight enough for the illusion of control, but he doesn’t demand anything.
But Jeongguk pulls off with an obscene noise, nuzzling against Taehyung’s crotch when he says, “Fuck my face, hyung. You know I like it.”
“Shit,” Taehyung hisses, knees weak. “Yeah, just wanna be good, baby? Let hyung use your pretty mouth?”
Taehyung tightens his grip in Jeongguk’s hair, urging him back down on his cock and Jeongguk follows easily, eyes slipping closed as Taehyung hesitantly thrusts his hips, and then harder when Jeongguk digs his nails into Taehyung’s thighs in encouragement. Holding Jeongguk still, Taehyung slams his hips forward, feels Jeongguk’s throat constrict each time Taehyung pushes his cock deeper in his throat, keeps Jeongguk there even as he’s gagging, spit dripping and tears collecting in Jeongguk’s eyes- and for the briefest second, Taehyung almost asks Jeongguk about cockwarming, the most beautiful image in his mind.
Jeongguk, on his knees, quiet and motionless with his mouth around Taehyung’s cock, hands tied behind his back because Taehyung couldn’t trust him not to touch. Jeongguk, swearing he can be good, but swallowing around Taehyung’s length because he knows it’ll get a reaction out of Taehyung. Jeongguk, worked up and reckless by the time Taehyung finally pays him any attention, dripping and desperate to come even though Taehyung hasn’t done anything-
“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses, Jeongguk’s tongue dipping into the slit of his cock. He has to pull Jeongguk off entirely, embarrassingly close to finishing, just from the wicked skill of Jeongguk’s mouth and the scenario he’d distracted himself with. “Shit, stand up, Guk. Please tell me you still carry lube.”
“Yup.” Jeongguk wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning smugly up at Taehyung, and it’s too much. “Never know when a cute guy’s gonna offer to fuck you in a bathroom.”
“Shut up,” Taehyung mutters, hoping the lighting in the bathroom is shitty enough that Jeongguk can’t see him blush. It’s not, but thankfully Jeongguk doesn’t comment on it as he stands up and gathers lube and condoms from his pockets, pressing them into Taehyung’s hands. “You’re too eager.”
“Says the guy about to fuck me in a dirty bathroom.”
Taehyung shivers, shoving Jeongguk’s face away so he doesn’t have to see Jeongguk’s smarmy grin. “Turn around. And get your pants off.”
Jeongguk complies easily, shucking his pants and boxers down his legs, kicking one leg free while Taehyung pours lube over his fingers, warming it before he’s curling a hand over Jeongguk’s hip, propping his ass out to push one finger in.
When he meets no resistance, Taehyung groans, and drops his head onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Fuck- you’re loose.”
Shrugging, Jeongguk shifts his hips, trying to find a better angle. “I told you, I like it. Being full.”
“No panties today.”
“Mn, those are for special occasions.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung grins, nipping at Jeongguk’s shoulder blade and earning a tiny yelp in return. He pushes another finger into Jeongguk’s hole, scissoring his fingers and pressing hard into Jeongguk’s prostate, reveling in the little gasps and moans that Jeongguk lets out. “Dunno, Guk. You might like it, wearing them while working behind the bar. Maybe a plug, too. A vibrating one. Get all worked up, but you can’t come in front of the customers, can you?”
“Shit- hyung, don’t tease.”
Taehyung only laughs, quietly, rutting his hard cock against the swell of Jeongguk’s ass for a little relief as he moves on to three fingers, stretching Jeongguk. He curls his fingers, nudging Jeongguk’s prostate relentlessly, until Jeongguk is panting, mouth hanging open and forehead pressed against the stall door, begging Taehyung for more.
His movements are sloppy, as Taehyung pulls his fingers out and fumbles for a condom. He wonders if the rapid fire tempo of his heart can be heard in the silence of the bathroom, broken only by Jeongguk’s heavy breathing, but he doesn’t want to test that theory. Jeongguk watches, eyes a little glazed, as Taehyung struggles a bit to open the condom with his slippery fingers, before finally rolling it over his length, holding apart Jeongguk’s ass to watch his cock disappear into the wet heat.
“God- fuck,” Taehyung moans, buried to the hilt inside Jeongguk. He waits, knowing he slacked a little with the prep, until Jeongguk is nodding, arching his back and trying to grind against Taehyung.
“So- so good,” Jeongguk whimpers, hips kicking as Taehyung pulls all the way out only to slam his hips back in, hitting deeper. “Shit, Tae- hng.”
Taehyung can’t help it. He loses himself in it, thrusting hard into Jeongguk, squeezing his ass and jostling him until he finds an angle to strike Jeongguk’s prostate with every stroke of his hips. Jeongguk throws his head back, moans Taehyung’s name, but there’s something off, Taehyung realizes, as he’s sucking a violent hickey onto Jeongguk’s neck.
He slows down his thrusts, until he’s motionless behind Jeongguk, who whimpers lowly in confusion. Jeongguk’s lips are turned down, eyes closed, until Taehyung says, “Are… are you pouting?”
Immediately, Jeongguk’s cheeks flame red, even as he tries to shake his hair into his eyes to hide the telltale sign. “N-no.”
“I literally have my dick in your ass, and you’re pouting?”
“What the fuck?”
Jeongguk squirms, throwing an arm behind Taehyung’s head to curl his fingers into Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung plants his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s neck, crowding him against the door, kissing his ear, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t continue to fuck Jeongguk even as Jeongguk tries his hardest, clenching around Taehyung and moving his hips to try and stimulate his prostate.
“Ah, ah,” Taehyung curls an arm around Jeongguk’s waist, keeping him still. “Not until you tell daddy what’s wrong.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but he caves. “It- it’s dumb, just- you. You haven’t, like. Called me shit.”
“What do you mean?” Taehyung asks, frowning.
“Like, you haven’t called me a slut,” Jeongguk says, whispers it with his eyes resolutely looking anywhere but at Taehyung. “Or called me dirty.”
“Oh.” Taehyung feels something heavy threaten to consume his chest. Jeongguk pouts out his lips again, trying to gain sympathy like he knows Taehyung would do anything for him if only he asked. “I- we don’t have to do that shit every time, Jeongguk.”
“I mean, I guess so.”
But, “Oh, my God. You’re not going to stop pouting, are you?”
“I’m not pouting.”
Taehyung sighs heavily, leaning his forehead on the back of Jeongguk’s neck for a long moment. “What if I choke you, will that make you feel better?”
Jeongguk’s entire body shakes with the thought. “It’d be a start.”
“You’re such a brat.”
“Oof, daddy, degrade me more.”
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung snakes his hand from Jeongguk’s belly up to his neck, squeezing quickly and cutting off whatever else Jeongguk had planned to say. At the same time, he starts thrusting again, fucking into Jeongguk quickly, harshly, enough so that Jeongguk chokes on a moan, trying to match Taehyung’s pace. He’s not gentle about the way he fucks Jeongguk, pushing him against the door hard enough for Jeongguk to hiss.
Taehyung ignores the itch in the back of his mind to nip at Jeongguk’s ear, whispering filth that he knows will get Jeongguk to unravel, telling him how pretty he looks getting fucked, good boy, baby, always such a good boy for me. Look so good with my hand around your neck-
“H-harder,” Jeongguk whimpers, when Taehyung gives him a reprieve to breathe. “Please, hyung, Gukie wants it.”
It doesn’t take much more for Jeongguk to find his release, Taehyung’s hand tight around his neck, his other hand jerking him off quickly, and Taehyung saying, “Come, baby boy. Been so good, you can come, come on.”
Jeongguk’s body tenses as he comes, whining loudly as Taehyung squeezes his neck, playing with the tip of his cock while he spills white onto the door and all over Taehyung’s hand. He clenches hard around Taehyung, murmuring quietly, expression fucked out and cheeks flushed, grinning over his shoulder at Taehyung, and it’s all so overwhelming that Taehyung’s pace falters and he comes, too, buried deep in Jeongguk’s ass.
“Shit,” Jeongguk whispers, body shaking as Taehyung pulls out.
Taehyung hums, holds his hand up to Jeongguk’s mouth. “Open up, baby.”
His cock twitches at the sight, at Jeongguk eagerly lapping the cum from Taehyung’s fingers and hand, sucking two of Taehyung’s fingers into his mouth and getting them wet with spit as he swallows his own cum.
Taehyung tucks his spent cock into his jeans, passing Jeongguk a wad of paper towels to clean the lube from his thighs and ass. “Shit, you have the best hands for choking.”
“Don’t make it weird, Jeon,” Taehyung says, but he’s laughing as he shoulders past Jeongguk to wash his hands.
He has half a mind to ask if Jeongguk’s willing to leave, if they can go back to his and Seokjin’s apartment and play a little more with the choking, or the overstimulation, or the fucking cock stepping that Taehyung hadn’t even known he liked until Jeongguk was on his back, begging with tears in his eyes for Taehyung’s foot on his cock. Taehyung’s about to say fuck it and go for another round in the same dirty stall, when the door flies open and a frantic looking Jimin comes stumbling inside.
For a second, Taehyung thinks Jimin’s about to be sick, and he readies himself to hold Jimin’s hair and endure the smell of vomit, but Jimin grabs the front of his shirt and says, “Hoseok’s here- Jeongguk, wash that shirt.”
“What the fuck,” Jeongguk hisses. There’s a pause as Taehyung assumes Jeongguk is looking for the cum stains. “How did you even know?”
“Taehyung has terrible aim-”
“Hey,” Taehyung complains, prying Jimin’s hands from his shirt when Jimin makes to try and hide beneath the fabric.
Jimin fixes him with the most serious look he can manage after four rum and cokes and some whiskey. “We need to go.”
“Yeah, shit.” Taehyung knows, knows exactly what it is that has Jimin so worried, eyes blown wide like he’s seen a ghost. He isn’t sure how long he’s spent with Jeongguk in the bathroom, but he’s suddenly overcome with a sense of guilt for leaving Jimin alone in the bar when both of them knew that the others would be there soon. “Come on, we’ll sneak out while they’re still getting drinks.”
Jimin stumbles and curses quietly the whole way out of the bar, hiding his face in Taehyung’s side, but it’s all for naught, as Hoseok and the others don’t even turn around as they’re leaving. Taehyung tells himself it’s for the best, but he wishes that Hoseok would notice, would talk to Jimin. More than anything, he just wants Jimin to be happy, and he knows that Hoseok made Jimin happy in the past, but.
It’s not what Jimin wants right now, and it’s not Taehyung’s place to push him. So he settles for calling an Uber and getting Jimin back to the apartment in one piece, face down on the couch and demanding a whole pint of ice cream.
Taehyung wakes up disoriented from a nap, smothered beneath a body and too many blankets for the early summer. For a moment, he can’t remember where he is, and wonders if he let one of Mina’s friends take him home again, but he recognizes the shoes on the floor next to his. Recognizes the ugly painting next to the mirror.
He sits up, groaning quietly at the way his joints pop as he does so. The arm previously gripping his shoulders falls to his waist, the blankets pooling there as Taehyung rubs sleep from his eyes. He checks the time on his phone, charging on the floor, and sighs.
There’s movement behind him, rustling, and then Taehyung feels lips at the base of his spine, kisses upon each knob, until there’s one on the side of his neck, and a deep exhale. “Leaving already?”
“Mh,” Taehyung hums, turning his head to let Minho kiss him properly. “I have a final. And dinner with friends. It’s the last one of the semester, my hyung will kill me if I miss it.”
Minho squeezes his hip gently, but lets Taehyung stand up to find his clothes. Slacks, a nice shirt, his favorite tie. All things he had to wear to present for his photography class this morning. Lying back in the mess of sheets, Minho watches as Taehyung gets dressed, wincing at the stretch of his muscles, the burn of his calves, the hickey he finds on his throat. He checks himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair to make it somewhat presentable, rolls his eyes at the blotchy red staining his neck. He always says no marks and Minho never listens. The exception to the rule, Jimin would say.
“Come back later?” Minho asks, face smushed into his pillow.
“Maybe.” Taehyung says, sitting on the bed again to tie his shoes. “I don’t know how long this thing will go.”
“Well, you know the code if you change your mind.”
“See you, hyung.”
On the street, Taehyung contemplates skipping his final to walk right back into the building and up four floors to take another nap in Seokjin’s bed, but he can’t be sure that Jeongguk won’t be there, too. So he hikes his book bag further up his shoulder and lets his head hang, pounding a little from his hangover. Nothing too bad today, he’d been lucid enough yesterday to know he had a presentation he need to be somewhat sober for.
The same couldn’t be said for Jimin, whose finals were later in the week. He’d been drunk when Taehyung got home last night and drinking when he left this morning. Taehyung only hopes he saves enough to share.
He gets to psychology late, slipping into the seat that Hoseok saves for him as their professor is handing out the scantrons. Jeongguk sits on Hoseok’s other side, leaning over to grin and wish Taehyung luck on the exam. Taehyung fakes a smile and does the same, ignoring Hoseok and the confused expression on his face, but Taehyung wishes something as naïve and easy as wishing luck could help him. His ass is sore and his eyes keep threatening to close, squirming to find a comfortable way to sit as he stares at the exam sheet, not recognizing half of the questions. He doesn’t need a perfect score to get a decent grade in the class, but he doesn’t know the answer to the first question, and that sets the tone for the rest of it.
The students slowly file out as they finish the exam, wishing the professor a nice summer as they turn in their papers. Taehyung is only halfway done, glaring at his test because he’s feeling sick and he’s hungry, his body is screaming for another nap and he can’t leave yet. Hoseok left ages ago, but Jeongguk is still sitting nearby, though Taehyung can see he’s been done with his exam for a while. Taehyung wishes he would go.
Eventually, Taehyung gives up and goes with his first choice for the questions he still has blank, shuffling past Jeongguk to turn in his paper and ignoring the way Jeongguk scrambles to do the same, catching up just outside the lecture hall. Hoseok sits against the wall and Taehyung swallows back the urge to scream because he can’t get a damn break.
“We should go,” Hoseok says, looking away from the glare Taehyung accidentally sends his way. “Seokjin hyung is already complaining that we’re late.”
They go, Hoseok and Jeongguk in front, talking and laughing with a kind of ease that Taehyung finds himself envious of. For a split second, Taehyung thinks he might be jealous of Hoseok, because he doesn’t need to try when it comes to being friends with Jeongguk, because he doesn’t need to wage a battle within himself and tell his heart to quiet down and behave anytime he ends up at the same place as Jeongguk. Because things are easy when you deserve them.
Taehyung sits cross-legged on the floor when they get to the apartment, charging his phone in the corner. Seokjin and Jimin are already cooking, Hoseok offering his help even as he’s toeing off his shoes. Namjoon is erasing and re-writing a composition on the couch, and Jeongguk sits next to him to watch. Taehyung keeps an eye on Jimin, drinking glasses of wine too quickly, but Jimin has always been better at pretending. He laughs at jokes that Hoseok tells and he doesn’t show any signs of the guy sitting on the floor next to his bed, breaking down into tears in Taehyung’s arms because it hurts to be in love, but, Taehyung thinks, sneaking a peek at Jeongguk resting his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder to see better; even if it were a choice…
Would he make the easier decision?
Yoongi arrives just before the food finishes, dropping down on the couch with a loud huff and he’s immediately greeted with Jeongguk claiming his lap. Yoongi only rolls his eyes fondly, wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s waist, and presses a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek, asks about his day, before Seokjin is calling all of them to the table to eat.
Jimin is drunk, leaning heavily on Taehyung’s side. They talk about summer plans, about finals and projects and portfolios, about who’s going home and whether Hoseok and Namjoon are staying for grad school. Taehyung eyes the liquor on the top of the fridge. Jimin’s weight keeps him from getting it.
“Are you into Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung asks later that night, straddling Jeongguk’s waist on his bed. The others are starting to leave, or watching a movie, or going out for more drinks. Taehyung can’t be bothered to remember, not with Jeongguk breathing heavily beneath him, eyes blown wide and cheeks flushed as Taehyung is undoing his belt. “Because Seokjin hyung is still trying to tap that. And I don’t think any of them are young enough for a foursome.” He pauses, one hand on Jeongguk’s hard cock over his boxers. “Or into incest.”
“I’m not into Yoongi hyung,” Jeongguk says, fists gripping the sheets. Taehyung can’t wait to make a mess out of him.
Refusing to admit how much those words put him at ease, Taehyung hums, and squeezes Jeongguk’s dick where his boxers are damp with precum. “Or foursomes?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “Not into incest, either.”
“Wow, we love a well adjusted young man.”
“Don’t make it weird, dad.”
“Don’t make your kink weird, baby. Now,” Taehyung unloops his tie, holding it taut above Jeongguk. “How do you feel about spanking?”
The day rolls over into a new one and Taehyung is still staring at his notes, vision a little blurry and body aching from sitting up for so long. He only has one exam left, one exam and he can go home to his own bed, to his dogs, to a meal cooked by his mom. He has a few days until the test, but he knows he won’t start studying until he’s standing outside the lecture hall unless he starts now.
Jimin was supposed to be back before midnight, but Taehyung hasn’t seen him yet. He tries not to worry, instead focusing on his European History notes even as his eyes grow wearier and his body begs for sleep.
Truthfully, Taehyung can’t sleep. There’s something gnawing on the lining of his stomach, something painful and obvious that refuses to let him rest. He knows exactly what it is, that kind of pain that comes from intimacy with someone you want more than just sex with. The kind of pain that results from hiding something like that. Mina had been over earlier, let Taehyung fuck her in the kitchen, but it was the thought of Jeongguk, grinning with sweaty hair flopping into his eyes as he rides Taehyung, that got Taehyung to finish.
The key turns in the lock, and then, “Babe?”
Jimin drops his things wherever they’ll land, briefly getting stuck in his sweater as he’s trying to take it off. He doesn’t look drunk, but he’s scarily good at holding his liquor. He sits behind Taehyung on the couch, resting his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder and sighing in what tastes a lot like relief.
Taehyung’s phone buzzes against his thigh, a picture from Jeongguk of a cat lying on their belly between two bushes with the caption, issa mood.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
Taehyung shrugs. They both know why, and it’s not, “Finals. One more and I’m out.”
“Ugh. Lucky. I still have ten pages of a paper left for Friday.”
“Just get high and bang it out.”
“We’re out of weed and I don’t trust any dealers on campus.”
They fall silent, simply reveling in the familiar comfort of being with each other. As it nears one in the morning, Jimin quietly quizzes Taehyung on what he’s been studying. After he gets almost all of them correct, Jimin wraps fingers around his wrist and leads Taehyung to bed, crawling in afterwards.
Jimin cards his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, letting Taehyung hold him close, hide his face in Jimin’s chest, pretend. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung whispers, sleep kissing the edges of his eyes. “Just… heavy.”
Jimin makes a noise of understanding. “We can talk, if you want to.”
“No, I’m fine.” Taehyung just wants everything to stop for a while, wants to stop being- as drunken Jimin so eloquently put it- in crush, wants to stop these feelings that he was too slow to see coming until they knocked him flat on his back, an unrelenting wave in the cover of darkness, drowning him again and again without a promise of salvation. “Just wanna sleep.”
Jimin sighs, tapping his fingers along Taehyung’s spine. “You’re miserable, I can tell.”
“And you’re drunk.”
“Not as bad as you.”
Snorting, Taehyung kicks lightly at Jimin’s shin. “I haven’t said shit about your drinking. Let me live.”
“That was different, Tae.”
“Oh?” Taehyung pulls back, Jimin’s eyes shining lightly in the moonlight. “How is it different? My girlfriend cheated on me. You’re too chicken to tell the guy you’ve been sleeping with for three years that you’re in love with him. Enlighten me.”
Jimin exhales very slowly, curling a hand over Taehyung’s hip. “I know you’re only saying this shit because you’re tired-”
“Don’t fucking patronize me, Jimin.” Taehyung presses his finger to Jimin’s chest. “Stop treating me like I’m fragile. If I want to drink my ass off, I’m going to drink my damn ass off.”
And maybe this time it’ll banish the thoughts of Jeongguk, Taehyung’s mind suggests unhelpfully. The other half says it wont.
“You’re right,” Jimin says slowly. “I’m sorry. I just want you to be happy, and talking to Jeongguk-”
“Whatever,” Taehyung mutters, turning over in bed so he doesn’t have to see the way Jimin looks at him. Like he’s in the process of breaking, losing little pieces of him only to glue them back together. And not even with the good glue, but with the shit they hand out in grade school that never keeps the glitter on. “I’m sleeping now. Goodnight.”
Jimin waits for only a second before he closes the distance between them, pulling Taehyung close to his chest and dropping feather light kisses to his shoulder and neck, breathing apologies in the press of his lips.
Neither of them sleeps, though, watching the gradual lightening of the sky through Taehyung’s window, the soft pink and orange giving way to a brutal light. They stay in bed as long as they can, until Jimin’s kissing Taehyung’s cheek and slipping out of the covers, a dance final calling his name.
“Let me finish.”
“By all means, go ahead.”
“Hypothetically,” Jeongguk begins again, picking up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. “If I wanted to take a few music production classes, would you be around for me to talk to?”
Namjoon’s face lights up, and he nods as he’s shoveling more pork belly and grilled veggies onto Jeongguk’s plate. “Holy shit, of course. You’re really that interested in it? I thought you were majoring in dance instruction.”
Jeongguk shrugs, watching Namjoon flip the meat still cooking on the grill with trepidation. “I am, but. You and Yoongi hyung look really cool when you’re making music. And Hoseok, too, when he’s not busy in the dance studio. I’m thinking of minoring in music production.”
“That’s amazing, Jeongguk,” Namjoon smiles, genuinely, and Jeongguk squirms a little. Happily. “Of course, we’re willing to help out.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
Jeongguk finishes his portion of galbi, piling the bulgogi for grilling as Namjoon is eating his own food. Namjoon had just finished up in the studio when Yoongi texted Jeongguk, hanging out at the cat café again, to ask if he wanted to join them for dinner. Yoongi was running a little late, but neither of them minded. Just meant they got first choice of the meat for the night.
“Hey, Jeongguk,” Namjoon asks, returning with fresh side dishes. Jeongguk hums, mouth full of bean spouts. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Do you have any idea what’s going on with Hoseok and Jimin?”
Frowning, Jeongguk takes a quick drink of water. “What do you mean?”
“They’re not as… touchy? As before? I mean, we all knew they’ve been hooking up, but lately they’re really distant from each other, and lots of times Jimin doesn’t even come out if he knows Hoseok will be there. I just thought, since you and Jimin are kind of gym buddies, that you might know.”
“Sorry, hyung. I haven’t seen him, I think he’s been going to the gym later than me. Hasn’t told me anything, sorry.”
Namjoon sighs, and sends a quick text message. “Not your fault. Thanks, anyway.”
Jeongguk is quiet, staring at the bulgogi as it cooks, as Namjoon half pays attention to flipping it and uses the rest of his attention for whoever’s texting him. Of course he’s noticed that Jimin was acting distant, he’d have to be blind not to see Jimin’s obvious avoidance of any situation wherein he could run into Hoseok. The night at the bar, when Jimin had all but begged Taehyung to get him out of there, was proof enough.
Still, Jeongguk can’t help but feel that he recognizes the look in Jimin’s eye, when he’s staring at Hoseok while he thinks no one is looking. It’s the way he stared at his ex, that kind of longing that Jeongguk swears he sees in Taehyung sometimes, when Taehyung grows quiet and lets the conversation carry on without his input. When they finish with sex and Taehyung gets dressed, and leaves with a few well-placed words and a hunch to his shoulders.
The meat burns, sticking to the grill as Jeongguk scrambles to peel the pieces away. He glares halfheartedly at Namjoon, who grins sheepishly and puts his phone down. A silent promise to be better with the second batch.
Jeongguk wonders, watching Namjoon and Yoongi sometimes, if it isn’t all that bad. He wonders if there’s anything he can say that would change what he has with Taehyung, this easy hookup culture that stemmed from the ugly destruction of a long-term relationship. They’re barely friends now, and Taehyung rarely texts back unless Jeongguk is sending a picture of his dick, and he doesn’t know how to say, hey I know I’m the reason your relationship ended but I think we could be good friends.
Maybe talking about it would ruin this uneasy stalemate they have. But maybe talking about it would eliminate that sad look in Taehyung’s eye when he doesn’t think anyone cares enough to see it.
“Jesus, did you save enough for the rest of us?” Yoongi slides onto the mat next to Jeongguk’s, letting his bag fall in a heap on the floor. Seokjin sits next to Namjoon, offering a smile. “I could hear you thinking from the parking lot, kid. What’s on your mind?”
“Namjoon hyung burned the meat.”
Namjoon points the tongs at him, greasy and dripping. “You traitor.”
“That’s not surprising,” Yoongi says, grinning at the indignant expression that crosses Namjoon’s features. He leans over to eat the food Jeongguk’s in the process of picking up for himself. “Please tell me you ordered more. This is less than Jeongguk ate on his own last time.”
“How many times do you feed Jeongguk?” Namjoon asks, flagging down the waitress to ask for more helpings of galbi and some samgyupsal.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Namjoon snickers, letting Seokjin take over the grill. “Whipped.”
“You’re one to talk, offering all your time to help him in classes he isn’t even taking yet.”
“You shut your mouth.”
Jeongguk laughs, and he’s not surprised that Namjoon’s already told Yoongi everything. In the short time he’s known all of Seokjin’s friends, he’s learned they’re all grossly gone for each other. The table is even more crowded now, double the side dishes and meat almost constantly being placed on everyone’s plates. Yoongi throws his arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders and steals the ssam Jeongguk was in the process of making.
With the second serving of galbi on the grill, Yoongi pets his fingers through the fine hair at the back of Jeongguk’s neck. “Have you talked to Taehyung.”
It’s not a question, mostly because Yoongi knows the answer is going to be, “Nope.”
“There’s three days left until summer break.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Don’t insult my child,” Namjoon interjects, pushing more food onto Jeongguk’s plate.
Yoongi orders two bottles of Soju, hands the other to Seokjin when Jeongguk reaches for it. “If he’s your child, that also makes him my child.”
Namjoon folds his hand, rests his chin on the bridge. “Jeongguk, do you consider me a father figure?”
“More like a bother figure,” Jeongguk mutters around a mouthful.
“No adopting my cousin,” Seokjin says. “Well, unless you pay a fair price.”
“Really though,” Yoongi says, still snickering a little as Seokjin laughs obnoxiously loud. “He’s going home for the summer, and judging by your texting habits, you won’t answer him the entire time. There shouldn’t be any confusion when the semester ends.”
“There’s no confusion now,” Jeongguk whines.
He hates this. He hates the way his friends treat this like an issue, like hooking up with Taehyung automatically has to lead to something more. This isn’t a movie. Taehyung isn’t going to suddenly develop feelings for him, and Jeongguk’s not going to waste his time pushing for something that won’t happen. If they lose touch over the summer, he’ll have the good memories. Yugyeom knows people, Jeongguk has other friends. Keeping things the same with Taehyung isn’t a big deal.
Seokjin stares at Jeongguk over the grill, lips turned down in a frown. “Yoongi, I thought you said you convinced him.”
“I said I talked to him, two very different things.”
With a sigh, Seokjin pushes more food onto Jeongguk’s plate, more than anyone else has at the moment. “Jeongguk, listen-”
“No, I’m tired of listening.” Jeongguk stabs a piece of meat with more force than necessary. “Taehyung doesn’t like me as anything more than a friend, and I don’t like him as anything more. Would you guys be pushing so hard if I was sleeping with Hoseok hyung? Or Jimin hyung?” Namjoon and Yoongi share a sheepish look, and Seokjin doesn’t look up from the grill, silent. “That’s what I thought.”
Yoongi squeezes the back of his neck. “We just don’t want you to get hurt, kid.”
“I’m not a kid. I know how to break things off if I don’t want them anymore.”
Jeongguk avoids the look he knows Seokjin is sending his way. So what if he’d stayed with his ex, waiting for him to end things so Jeongguk didn’t have to be lonely? That was a long time ago. Jeongguk knows better than to put himself through something like that again.
Namjoon offers Jeongguk a shot of soju. A peace offering. “Sorry we’ve pushed so hard.”
“It’s fine,” Jeongguk says with a shrug, offering his best smile. He takes the shot, stealing the rice off Yoongi’s spoon. The three of them share another look. “But now you all owe me ice cream.”
Yoongi mutters something about Jeongguk being a freeloader, Namjoon asking for the bill, split three ways, while Seokjin looks up nearby ice cream shops on his phone.
Halfway to the good liquor store off campus, Taehyung gets a text that stops him in his tracks. It’s from Jeongguk, a picture of his dick hard behind baby blue silk panties. Immediately, another picture comes through, from a different angle: Jeongguk standing before his mirror, holding his shirt between his teeth, dick straining the panties and a damp spot on the front. A third message: hyung :( where ru
It takes only a second for Taehyung to change his plans, to turn on his heel for the nearest bus stop. While waiting for the next bus, he sends a quick reply of 15 minutes
From: Jeon Jeongguk [2:37]
To: Jeon Jeongguk [2:40]
From: Jeon Jeongguk [2:40]
To: Jeon Jeongguk [2:42]
Send more. To pass the time
From: Jeon Jeongguk [2:43]
it’s embarrassing <.<
To: Jeon Jeongguk [2:46]
Don’t you want to be a good boy?
From: Jeon Jeongguk [2:47]
Taehyung sits in the back of the bus, turning his body toward the window as his phone buzzes again and again, picture after picture filling his screen. Jeongguk in front of the mirror, gripping his cock. Jeongguk lying down, teasing the edge of the panties. His fingers teasing his own length, an audio clip that Taehyung can’t listen to because he left his headphones at home.
His own replies stop, fixated entirely on the pictures and video that Jeongguk sends him. They keep coming, too, Jeongguk sending him a slew of photos, so much so that Taehyung has to discretely fix his pants at the stop before Jeongguk’s. He all but jumps off the bus when the doors open, crossing the street hurriedly and taking the stairs because he can’t be bothered to wait for an elevator before he’s standing in front of Jeongguk’s apartment door, knocking loudly.
Jeongguk answers in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, lip bitten in a grin. “Took you long enough.”
“Shut up,” Taehyung says, shutting the door behind him as he grips Jeongguk’s wrist and leads him down the familiar hallway.
Laughing quietly, Jeongguk shakes off his hand and drapes himself over Taehyung’s back, holding on tight as they stumble through the door. Jeongguk’s pants are discarded on the floor, his phone sticking halfway out of the sheets. He pauses, glancing to the side before tilting his chin to look at Taehyung. “Could you fuck me against the wall?”
Taehyung takes one look at the wall and another at Jeongguk, all sinewy muscles and defined, raw power. “No.”
“Sighs. Wasted potential.”
“Did- did you just say sighs-?”
“Shh.” Jeongguk squeezes his arms around Taehyung’s chest, then moves around him to lie on the bed, staring with hooded eyes and anticipation beckoning. “Fuck me, hyung.”
“Jesus,” Taehyung hisses, chucking off his t-shirt and kicking his shoes off. “Given up entirely on subtlety, have we?”
“Whatever works, right? Do you like them?”
He’s referring to the silk panties, baby blue and looking so devastatingly delicate on Jeongguk’s hips. His cock sits hard and heavy, straining the fabric, leaking. Taehyung can’t help but touch, standing between Jeongguk’s spread legs and groaning at the first soft brush of his fingers against the cool silk, Jeongguk’s warm dick.
“I love them, baby,” Taehyung says, stroking his fingers gently along Jeongguk’s length. “Look so pretty.”
Jeongguk hums, squirming a little under Taehyung’s touch, until Taehyung grips him harder, moves his hand faster, works him up little by little so that he’s panting, legs straining where they’re kept open around Taehyung. “I- ah- was fingering- hn- m’self. Before I sent the pictures.”
“Oh? Couldn’t even wait a few minutes, hm? Baby’s always so desperate for something in his ass, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Jeongguk sighs, body going pliant as Taehyung dips his fingers below the panties, scratching lightly where his hip dips. “M’still- baby’s still loose.”
Taehyung curses, intoxicated by the sight of Jeongguk, sighing in muted pleasure, panting and biting at his lip to try and keep his moans at bay. He’s dropping so prettily and Taehyung has barely done anything, but he can already feel himself getting hard, wants nothing more than to take Jeongguk apart and stitch him back together at the seams.
Taehyung flicks the tip of Jeongguk’s dick, a wretched moan falling from his lips at the sensation. “I have an idea, baby. Where’s your vibrator?”
Grabbing the vibrator, along with some condoms and the lube, Taehyung walks to the other side of the bed, gathers both of Jeongguk’s hands into his own and holds them. When he’s sure Jeongguk won’t move them, he kicks off his pants and settles on the bed behind Jeongguk, tugging off Jeongguk’s shirt.
“Keep your hands behind my back,” Taehyung says, gently lifting Jeongguk’s head to rest on his lap before guiding Jeongguk’s hands behind his body, fingers linked. “Move them, and I’ll have to punish you, okay?”
“I’m going to use the vibrator, okay?”
Jeongguk nods, breath hitching as Taehyung drags his hands down Jeongguk’s body, stroking across the divots of his abs, his sharp hip bones, before bringing his fingers up to tweak Jeongguk’s nipples. He gasps, arching into the touch and Taehyung, fueled by the power he holds over Jeongguk’s body, he stays. He pinches Jeongguk’s nipples, rolls them between his fingers, and plays with the taut strings of Jeongguk’s body until he’s whining, torn between pushing into the touch and shying away.
Making the decision for him, Taehyung holds Jeongguk down by his chest, drags his nails over his nipples again, and watches raptly as Jeongguk’s hips kick, seeking friction, seeking relief.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk gasps, panting into his own bicep. “Hyung, please, wanna- wanna be touched-”
“I’m getting to it, baby.” Taehyung tugs on his cock for good measure, lips curling at the high-pitched whine that Jeongguk lets out. His body curves and moves beautifully, squirming in Taehyung’s lap, strong legs straining and falling shut on instinct, trying to trap Taehyung’s hand on his cock. “Knees up, feet flat on the bed. Good boy, Gukie.”
Jeongguk follows his instructions, mumbling to himself as Taehyung slicks up the vibrator, trailing it over Jeongguk’s cock before pressing the blunt tip to his hole. The angle is awkward, Taehyung all but lying over Jeongguk’s body to reach, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind.
Meeting little resistance, Taehyung pushes the vibrator inside Jeongguk, until it’s snug against his walls. He twists it, presses it into Jeongguk’s prostate, and earns a beautifully wrecked moan in return. He moves the panties back into place, but not before flicking the vibrator onto one of its highest settings.
Jeongguk’s reaction is instantaneous, his body seizing up as he cries out, fingers digging into Taehyung’s back as he holds on, looks for anything to ground himself, to serve as a relief from the vibrations assaulting his prostate. He moans, thighs straining where Taehyung holds them apart, forcing Jeongguk to take it, to endure it even as his hips kick, desperate for friction.
“Shit-” Jeongguk whines, sweaty hair flopping into his eyes. He looks up at Taehyung, eyes glassy and wet, and Taehyung has to take a deep breath to keep from losing it. “Hn, feels- mn- hyung, Tae, ah-”
Jeongguk gasps and babbles, lets out a little sob as Taehyung scrapes his nails down the soft flesh of his inner thighs, up his stomach, to flick at his nipples again. “Tell me,” he breathes. “Tell me how you feel.”
“So good,” Jeongguk sobs, hips jerking off the bed. “Feels so good- hn- daddy-”
“G-Gukie loves it.”
“You should get nipple clamps,” Taehyung says absentmindedly, like Jeongguk isn’t falling apart beneath his very hands. The change in his attention makes Jeongguk groan, flicking his hair out of his eyes to pout up at Taehyung. “You’d look so pretty, baby. Nipples all red, body so bruised, anytime you moved they’d hurt- just like this.”
He pinches Jeongguk’s nipples, a frantic, loud noise tumbling out of his lips as he throws his head back, skin slick with sweat. Taehyung snickers, and does it again to see the same reaction.
“P-pretty ones?” Jeongguk huffs out, panting loudly as Taehyung strokes the skin just below his hips, just barely underneath the silk where his cock lies heavy against his belly, drooling precum onto the dip of his abs.
“You could get pretty ones,” Taehyung agrees, itching to touch Jeongguk’s cock, but he’s curious to see just how long Jeongguk can hold out like this before he’s begging.
“Prettier than Gukie?”
Jeongguk smiles into his bicep, eyes closed as Taehyung holds his palm over his cock, giving him something to rut against as the vibrations nudge his prostate, unrelenting. His gasps are wet, filthy, lips slick from where he’d been biting them, trying to hold back his noises.
“Baby, no,” Taehyung says quietly, dragging his thumb across Jeongguk’s fat bottom lip. “Daddy wants to hear you. Won’t you be good?”
“Yes,” Jeongguk whines, drool gathering at the corner of his mouth. “I-I’ll, baby will be good. M’sorry, Gukie- Gukie wants-”
“What does Gukie want?” Taehyung teases, presses the heel of his palm down harder, Jeongguk’s hips stuttering as he whines.
Taehyung takes pity on him, slipping his hand beneath Jeongguk’s panties to jerk him off slowly, not enough for him to find release, but enough that Jeongguk feels it. His stomach clenches, legs shutting and opening again, cock leaking, and hands scrambling at Taehyung’s back.
He smooths the hair away from Jeongguk’s eyes, one hand tapping a staccato beat against his nipple as he slows down his other hand. Jeongguk whines, apologies tumbling from his lips, begging Taehyung to continue. “Can I try something, baby? You’ll tell me if you don’t like it?”
Jeongguk sniffles, but nods. “Okay, hyungie.”
Leaning down, Taehyung ups the vibrations one more level, the difference noticeable to Jeongguk, who moans pitifully as his hips shift. Taehyung waits until Jeongguk has gotten used to it, adjusted to the vibrator and to Taehyung’s loose grip on his dick, lazy with its intent. Then, he’s withdrawing his hand from Jeongguk’s panties, ignoring the confused little wine that Jeongguk lets out.
He waits another minute, Jeongguk shifting uncertainly on the bed, torn between staring up at Taehyung and moving his hips to chase release.
He waits, and then-
Taehyung brings his hand down on Jeongguk’s cock, slapping him lightly and immediately grabbing his shoulders to hold him steady when Jeongguk wails, body arching so much that Taehyung feels a brief sense of worry. That is, until Jeongguk’s body settles, his mouth falls open with wet, obscene pants of hot breath, and he looks up at Taehyung with tears in his eyes to croak,
This time, Taehyung doesn’t wait. He grips Jeongguk’s hip with one hand, placing two more slaps to Jeongguk’s cock. He pauses in-between each one, not wanting to overwhelm or hurt Jeongguk as he slaps his cock again, and again, taking a break to soothe the tension from Jeongguk’s thighs.
“Fuck, Jeongguk,” Taehyung whispers, his own cock so hard in his boxers that it hurts. But he pushes aside his own desire because he wants this, he wants Jeongguk, sobbing and wailing beneath his ministrations, wants Jeongguk begging to be slapped and to be stepped on. He wants the wide-eyes stupor, the mindless babbling, and the lean muscle beneath his nails. Because Taehyung wants a lot of things, but this- he can have this. “Doing so well, baby boy. Think you can do ten more? Only ten, and then you can come.”
“Hn,” Jeongguk cries out at another flick to his nipple, nodding furiously. “I can- please- want, want it so bad, Tae-”
Taehyung only hums, reaching back to get Jeongguk to tighten his arms around Taehyung’s waist, a silent reminder not to forget, that the threat of a punishment still looms. “Such a good baby.”
Jeongguk sobs with the next slap, aimed at the tip of his cock. His panties are soaked by now, the outline of his cock apparent beneath the lace. Taehyung slaps each of his balls twice, and then the base.
“Just a few more,” Taehyung murmurs, traces his fingers over the slope of Jeongguk’s neck to give him a break. “Can you could count, baby? Only four more, you can do it.”
“O-one,” Jeongguk stutters, as Taehyung slaps the tip of his cock again. The next hit is harder, and Jeongguk’s body curls into itself when he gasps, “Two.”
The last two hits are the hardest, Taehyung cupping his hand to land two solid smacks to Jeongguk’s balls and then the length of his cock, Jeongguk moaning out the numbers, and on the last hit Jeongguk hisses, cursing quietly as he tries to move away from the touch. His arms shake, legs straining as Taehyung gently runs his nails over Jeongguk’s thighs.
“All done, baby, you did it.”
“Come?” Jeongguk whimpers, tilting his chin up. “Gukie- Can Gukie come? Please, hyung- I was good.”
“You were,” Taehyung agrees, moving his hand to slowly start jerking Jeongguk off again, his hips both rutting into Taehyung’s hand and down onto the vibrator. “Go ahead, baby. Gonna make a mess of your pretty panties? Make a mess of yourself for daddy?”
“Y-Yeah, hn, oh-”
“My pretty, messy baby,” Taehyung hums, placing his free hand on Jeongguk’s lower belly and pressing. “Such a pretty cock, so nice and useless, hm? Go on, come in your panties like a little slut-”
Jeongguk cries out, hips stuttering before he’s coming, Taehyung moving his hand out of the way in time so Jeongguk spills in the panties, staining the silky material, dark and wet. He sobs, tears streaking down his cheeks as he comes, Taehyung’s name on his lips before his hips finally settle.
“So good, baby,” Taehyung is whispering, touching his fingers to Jeongguk’s cheek. “So pretty, always look so pretty when you come.”
“You’re still hard,” Taehyung notes, tugging down Jeongguk’s soiled panties, letting the fabric drag along his skin before he tosses them onto the floor. He touches Jeongguk’s cock, plump against his thigh, and Jeongguk flinches, slightly, so he goes back to stroking Jeongguk’s thighs.
“Th-Then do something about it,” Jeongguk says, talking real tough for a guy still fighting tears, with a vibrator up his ass, and clutching onto Taehyung.
Taehyung grips his chin, tilting his head over Jeongguk’s to fix him with a flat look. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
He’s quick to drag the vibrator out of Jeongguk’s hole, gently breaking Jeongguk’s hold behind his back to get off the bed. Jeongguk’s eyes fly open, looking for him and gasping, “Daddy-”
“I’m right here,” Taehyung whispers, straddling Jeongguk’s waist and pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “Do you want a break?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, folding his hands over Taehyung’s waist and holding on tight. “M’fine, Gukie just wants you, hyung.”
“Hmn, and how can I say no to that?”
He moves off Jeongguk’s waist, settling between Jeongguk’s bent legs and propping his lower half in Taehyung’s lap. Slicking his fingers with lube, Taehyung pushes two into Jeongguk’s hole, wet with lube, sloppy. He knows Jeongguk is stretched, probably more than enough now with four of Taehyung’s fingers thrusting in, squelching with the lube, but Taehyung’s bigger than the vibrator and he doesn’t want to hurt Jeongguk.
When Taehyung reaches for the condoms he’d grabbed earlier, Jeongguk’s hand on his wrist makes him pause. He’s biting his lip, ankles locked behind Taehyung’s back.
“Don’t… Don’t use one,” Jeongguk murmurs, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. “Condom. Don’t wanna.”
Taehyung’s hips kick, cock positively aching at the way Jeongguk stares at him beneath his sweaty bangs, the way he bites his lip as if uncertain, yet resolute in what he’s asking for. “Are you sure?”
Jeongguk nods, squirming. “I’m clean, haven’t ever- are you? Hyung- you’re clean, right?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung says. A pregnancy scare with Jiae over a year ago had led to both of them getting tested, and then Jiae making a comment about how they’d dodged the worst thing that could have happened, turning her nose up at the very idea of having kids- even in the future. But Taehyung doesn’t want to think about that- about her, not with Jeongguk splayed out in front of him, eager and waiting, body warm and pliant and oh, so good for Taehyung. “Yeah, baby, I’m clean.”
“Good. Don’t use one.”
There’s no skill in how Taehyung scrambles to get his boxers off, slicking up his cock and choking on a gasp as he presses against Jeongguk’s loose hole. He pushes into Jeongguk slowly, absolutely overwhelmed- intoxicated- with the way Jeongguk’s hole clenches around him, ass gripping him tightly as he bottoms out. Jeongguk moans, loud and long, head thrown back, and Taehyung distracts himself from coming too soon by sucking marks onto the smooth skin of Jeongguk’s neck.
“Feel- shit- so good, baby,” Taehyung groans into his neck, Jeongguk squeezing around his length. “Ass made for my cock.”
Without the condom everything feels new, feels different. Jeongguk is warm around his cock, scratches nails down his back without abandon. Taehyung is shaking, drunk on the feeling, wet and warm and tight and fuck, he’s not going to last.
“Move,” Jeongguk gasps, voice catching on a moan. “Please.”
Taehyung pulls back, Jeongguk’s gaze burning his where he peaks out beneath his bangs, and Taehyung- Taehyung feels that familiar ache return, rear its ugly head just when he wants it the least. Because Jeongguk is looking at him- looking at him like he means something, like he’s worth something. Maybe it’s the lack of a condom, the next level intimacy that comes from taking someone like this. Maybe it’s the hand in Taehyung’s hair, playing with the strands, gripping tightly enough to hurt.
Maybe it’s the way Taehyung can’t seem to catch his breath whenever Jeongguk is around. Or his legs, so strong, full of intense power, pulling Taehyung closer, deeper. Maybe it’s- maybe it’s-
Taehyung tilts Jeongguk’s head up, and kisses him.
It’s messy, little finesse to the kiss, but Taehyung is desperate, eyes falling shut as he kisses Jeongguk with fervor, pressing his head into the mattress, taking, taking, taking-
Jeongguk makes a confused noise, but he doesn’t pull away, holding Taehyung close to kiss him back just as fiercely, mouth opening for Taehyung’s tongue to lick across his teeth, across his bottom lip. He loses himself in the kiss, pulls back only to heave a breath and dive in again, nipping Jeongguk’s lip, kissing him sloppily because like this- like this- with eyes closed and nothing separating their bodies, slick skin against skin, Taehyung can pretend.
Pretend that he isn’t terrified. Pretend that Jeongguk doesn’t deserve better. Pretend that he isn’t falling, even though he knows the jump is too high, knows there’s too much at stake, knows there’s nothing waiting at the bottom to break his fall except for his own heart, bandaged and waving a tiny white flag of surrender-
“Tae,” Jeongguk gasps, dragging in much needed air as Taehyung kisses across his cheek, kisses below his ear, and the delicate arch of his eyebrow. He whines lightly, urging Taehyung to get on with it with a light kick to the small of his back. “Fuck me. Please.”
Taehyung can’t help it, he kisses Jeongguk again, (he’s addicted, he’s made a mistake and now he’s hooked, knows he won’t want to go back to anything else now that he’s gotten just a little taste-) before he leans back, curling Jeongguk’s legs over his arms and pushing, the strain obvious in Jeongguk’s thighs, the tension of the muscles.
Pulling almost all the way out, Taehyung thrusts back in with a brutal pace, fucking into Jeongguk harshly, Jeongguk’s body bouncing on the mattress as he holds on tight, nails biting Taehyung’s shoulders in a tender, bruising kiss.
Jeongguk cries out, sobbing Taehyung’s name as Taehyung fucks hard, tries both to chase away this feeling and to build Jeongguk up. He’s not going to last, having been on edge for too long, and Jeongguk- beautiful, messy, perfect Jeongguk- won’t hang on much longer, either. He’s always so good, body like an instrument that’s taken a particular liking to Taehyung, a piano with finicky keys that Taehyung knows the secret to.
Hiking one of Jeongguk’s legs over his shoulder, Taehyung fucks deeper, finds a new angle to nudge Jeongguk’s prostate with every thrust, Jeongguk’s head falling back on the mattress with a loud cry, Taehyung’s name spilling from his lips.
Taehyung chases it, pushes until Jeongguk is all but bent in half to kiss again, gently curving his palm to fit Jeongguk’s cheek, to kiss him until he’s breathless and there’s a pinch in the corners of Taehyung’s eyes.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk moans, mouth breaking away from Taehyung’s to try and catch his breath. “Hn, so big- so- ah- good, Gukie feels, mnh- so good-”
“Always so good, take hyung so well,” Taehyung fucks him faster, drunk on the tears catching on Jeongguk’s lashes like pearls. He misses with his next kiss, tongue tracing from the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, down his neck, to circle and bite at a nipple, Jeongguk’s broken moan ringing in his ears. “Hyung’s pretty baby, yeah? My good boy?”
“Yours-” A gasp, a sob of Taehyung’s name, Jeongguk’s nails raking crossed lines down his back. “Your- good boy, Tae!”
“That’s it,” Taehyung says, feeding his praise into Jeongguk’s mouth, torn between kissing and telling Jeongguk how good he feels, how tight he is, ass warm and wet, sucking him in. “Touch yourself, baby. I know you want to.”
Jeongguk moves his hand to jerk himself off, Taehyung snapping his hips so roughly against Jeongguk’s ass that the bed jostles, that Jeongguk lets out little gasps with every thrust, breathing heavily against Taehyung’s mouth. He holds tight to Taehyung’s hair, a sting in his scalp, but Taehyung ignores it in favor of fucking Jeongguk to his release, the slick sounds of skin on skin, their heavy breaths, Jeongguk’s whine, filling the room with a symphonic composition that Taehyung would spend the rest of his life learning across all mediums.
Jeongguk cries out, leg shaking where Taehyung has it over his shoulder. “Close- Gukie- please- Gukie wants to come, hng-”
“Go ahead, baby,” Taehyung whispers, kisses Jeongguk because he can. “Come for me, hyung wants to see you come.”
Jeongguk’s body goes still, and then he arches, coming with a high-pitched moan that Taehyung eagerly swallows with a kiss as Jeongguk spills between their bodies, painting their bellies white. He whines with overstimulation as Taehyung continues to fuck into him, chasing his own release with heavy pants and a desperation that matches the kiss Taehyung presses to Jeongguk’s throat.
“In me, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, voice shot. “Come inside.”
Taehyung’s hips stutter, caught off guard with Jeongguk’s request, Jeongguk clenching his ass tight around Taehyung’s cock, and all he manages are a few more shallow thrusts before he’s coming, buried deep inside Jeongguk’s ass, spilling and shaking and gasping, barely registering Jeongguk’s hands running soothing strokes down his back, or the lips on the shell of his ear.
When Taehyung pulls out- after a few minutes, because he couldn’t catch his damn breath- cum trickles from Jeongguk’s ass, clenching to try and keep it inside.
“Oh, my God,” Taehyung whispers, revenant.
He dips his thumb into Jeongguk’s hole, puffy and slick, spent. Jeongguk’s legs shake as Taehyung lowers them to the bed, Jeongguk’s arms thrown over his eyes as his chest heaves, as he comes down, comes back to himself.
“Th-The plug,” Jeongguk says quietly, voice raspy and wrecked. “Daddy-”
“I got it.”
Taehyung pushes the plug back into Jeongguk, twisting it to press into Jeongguk’s prostate, expecting a weak slap, maybe a curse and Jeongguk telling him to knock it off. What he doesn’t expect is for Jeongguk to moan, for his cock to twitch in interest, for him to grind down against it.
Jeongguk squirms, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I- I like it. The way it feels. Makes Gukie feel- good.”
“You wanna come again?”
Nodding, Jeongguk lowers his arms, bites his lip and bats his eyelashes. “Please?”
“Of course, baby.”
The buildup is slower, Taehyung turning on the vibrations again and gently thrusting the toy inside Jeongguk’s tired hole. He moans, Taehyung’s fingers stroking his ankle, and it takes a lot and nothing at the same time, Taehyung whispering words of encouragement before Jeongguk finally comes, his dick weakly leaking more cum onto the mess on his stomach.
Jeongguk laughs, quietly, dragging a finger through the small puddle, bringing it to his lips to lick happily as Taehyung grabs the nearest shirt to clean off their chests. He flicks the button on the bottom of the vibrator, leaning over Jeongguk to kiss him again and whisper, “I’ll be right back.”
He tugs on his boxers and jeans, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he heads into the kitchen to grab a few bottles of water, a cereal bar, a banana milk from the fridge, and some of those crisps that Jeongguk really likes. He’s got movie ideas, too, knows where plenty of blankets are to make the bed into a makeshift fort, except-
Except he isn’t greeted by a quiet and sated Jeongguk. No, he comes back to the room to find Jeongguk crying- sobbing- pulling at his own hair as he struggles to get away from something. His cock dribbles a pityingly small amount of cum. He reaches between his thighs, only to flinch away.
Taehyung’s voice feels far away, and he drops everything, rushing over to the bed. Jeongguk’s eyes struggle to focus, struggle to see Taehyung properly through his tears, through a haze that Taehyung can’t break through. Jeongguk sobs, a heart wrenching sound that has Taehyung choking up, hands hovering uselessly.
“The plug,” Jeongguk gasps, chokes on his own spit with another wave of tears. “Plug, Tae- the plug- vibrating- hurts-“
Taehyung rips the plug from Jeongguk’s hole, cum trickling down his thighs- and the thing is still vibrating in Taehyung’s hand.
His heart sinks in horror, chest aching. He’d pressed the button. He’d turned it off. He swears he did. He didn’t- he never wanted to- fuck. Jeongguk looks almost terrified, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he scrambles into a ball in the middle of the bed, crying openly and shivering, cock red and Taehyung can only imagine how sore Jeongguk must be. Taehyung feels like a fucking idiot, like the worst type of scum, his heart screaming when he reaches for Jeongguk’s shoulder, only for Jeongguk to jerk away from his touch.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispers, for lack of anything better to say. He doesn’t know what to do. “I’m so sorry, baby, I thought- I thought it was off-”
“I think you should go,” Jeongguk says, voice barely a whisper, but still desolate and distraught. “Don’t-don’t touch me.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says again. He tries to brush the hair away from Jeongguk’s eyes, but he hisses, and Taehyung settles for draping a blanket over Jeongguk’s body. “Jeongguk, I didn’t-”
“I know. Please go.”
“Taehyung.” Jeongguk manages to move his head from where he has it buried behind his knees, curled up so small that Taehyung’s chest concaves at the sight. “Leave. Please.”
“Okay,” Taehyung says, unwittingly. “Okay, I’ll go. I’m so-”
“I know. I know you’re sorry.”
Taehyung doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do. He collects his shoes and shirt, dressing silently. Jeongguk is quiet on the bed, shaking slightly beneath the blanket. Pulling out his phone, Taehyung is halfway through sending a text to Seokjin- for help, for Jeongguk, for help- when Jeongguk calls his name, quietly.
“Yes?” Taehyung turns at the door, gripping the doorframe tightly.
A pause. “Can you call Yoongi hyung?”
Something shatters in Taehyung’s chest, but he swallows it down. This isn’t about him, this is about Jeongguk, trying to make himself as small as possible in his own bed. He nods, before remembering that Jeongguk can’t see him.
“I’m calling him now.”
He’s in the hallway outside the apartment by the time Yoongi answers the call with a gruff, “What?”
“It’s Jeongguk,” Taehyung says, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “He- we, we finished, and- and he needs you, hyung. I don’t, I don’t know what to do.”
There’s a pause, and then, “He’s at his place?”
“Fuck.” The frantic sound of someone shoving all of their things into a backpack, Yoongi telling whoever he’s with that it’s Taehyung on the phone, that he needs to go check on Jeongguk. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Taehyung waits outside the building for those five minutes, watches Yoongi run into the apartment before he finally leaves for good, texting Yoongi to update him whenever he can. He doesn’t know where to go, doesn’t know what to do, so he walks. He walks until he doesn’t recognize the area, until the sun has long since set, until his phone is ringing and he can’t feel his face.
Taehyung’s got a cup of vodka and the least amount of soda possible held between his knees, eyes glued to his phone as he plays a new game Jimin downloaded. The party is unbearably loud, but all parties are, and the Lambda house is no exception. Jimin is next to him, slow about the Jell-O shots he takes because the two of them haven’t decided who needs to stay sober enough to get them home.
Truthfully, Taehyung would rather be at the apartment. He’s got his last final in the morning and he really should be studying, but one just doesn’t miss the Lambda end of semester party. Even Seokjin and Yoongi, fucking graduates, were around here somewhere among the throng of exhausted students.
“Ten thousand Won says a Freshman throws up on Seokjin hyung.” Jimin nudges Taehyung’s shoulder, bringing him back to the world. There’s a girl flirting with Seokjin, and from where they sit on the couch, it looks like he’s very politely trying to turn her down, all while trying to indiscreetly stare at Namjoon and Yoongi across the room. “Again.”
“I’ll take that bet.”
“I’m getting more drinks,” Jimin says quietly. Hoseok’s arrived to a cacophony of cheers, a girl Taehyung thinks he recognizes kisses Hoseok in the doorway, and a small group of them take a shot. “Tae- can you-?”
“I’ll get us home,” Taehyung sighs, reaching over to awkwardly pat Jimin’s thigh. “Just take it slow, okay? Don’t blackout. Please.”
He doesn’t see himself leaving this couch anytime soon, settles in for the impending headache and wonders if Jimin will remember to bring him another drink, or if Jimin will take it himself, finding solace in being drunk, in removing himself from the world enough not to notice Hoseok. Behind Hoseok, Jeongguk walks into the house, looking painfully young among the senior girls and guys who like to wait by the front door, to scope out the crowd and potential bedmates for the night.
Trying not to watch, Taehyung sees Hoseok throw an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders, nearly knocking off Jeongguk’s snapback. So Hoseok is already a little drunk, leading Jeongguk to the kitchen.
Taehyung catches the look that Seokjin sends his way, and he contemplates sacrificing his good spot on the couch to go pretend to be Seokjin’s boyfriend, to save him from the girl who can’t seem to take a hint. He resolves to do just that, taking another drink of his vodka, but before he stands up someone else sits down.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung breathes, cup pressed to his bottom lip.
“Oh my, God- Jeongguk-” Taehyung drops the cup, sticky vodka splashing onto his pants and staining the couch, but that doesn’t matter. Taehyung pulls Jeongguk into a fierce hug, holds him close, holds him tight, and takes a shuddering breath. “I’m so sorry, holy shit. I’m- Jeongguk, I’m an idiot.”
Jeongguk laughs quietly, weakly, patting Taehyung’s back. “I’m not debating that, Tae.”
“I’m sorry, you- you’re okay?” Taehyung pulls back, squeezes Jeongguk’s shoulder, and assesses his face beneath his hat, the flush sitting pretty on his cheeks. “You look okay. You’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” Jeongguk says. “I think- I think I was more scared than I was hurt. I’ve never come that many times before.”
He’s chuckling quietly, but Taehyung can’t match the sentiment. “Still- I- I feel like shit. I never wanted to- I really thought-”
“Hey.” Jeongguk knocks his knuckles against Taehyung’s jaw lightly, a friendly gesture that Taehyung feels undeserving of. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I will, I swear. Step on you as much as you want, do anything you want. Even if it’s weird.”
“Oh, thank God. There’s this tentacle sex toy I’ve been looking into-”
Taehyung makes a face, but curls his hand over Jeongguk’s cheek and says, “If tentacle porn is what you want-”
“I’m fucking with you,” Jeongguk laughs, rolling his eyes. He holds Taehyung’s wrist, softly. “I appreciate you being worried, hyung, really. Yoongi hyung helped me out, and we know to be extra careful with that stupid plug next time. This is healthy.”
“Healthy.” Taehyung repeats, tasting the word on the back of his tongue. It surely doesn’t feel applicable, but Jeongguk is sitting back against the couch, the perfect picture of ease, and Taehyung wonders if he wasn’t kept up all night afterwards, unlike Taehyung.
“Yeah! We’re talking and shit, we’re fucking up. It all comes with getting stuff right, right? My ex used to pull shit and we wouldn’t talk about it. This is way better.”
“I- I guess so,” Taehyung agrees.
He won’t let things end here, then. Jeongguk is still willing to spend time with him, for them to talk and improve with the sex they have, and Taehyung won’t take that for granted. He’ll learn everything, if he has to. Learn more than enough. Make it up to Jeongguk even if Jeongguk insists everything’s fine, because he can’t stomach the guilt that sits in the back of his throat.
Jeongguk nods, and turns his face into Taehyung’s touch. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”
“I’m okay. You’ll come back?”
“Yeah, I’ll come back.”
Then Jeongguk is gone, and Taehyung finds that he can breathe a bit easier than he’s been able to all night, or even all day. He hadn’t heard from Jeongguk after leaving the apartment complex, had curled into bed with Jimin and bitten his lip, refusing to talk, until he tasted blood. This was better.
Jeongguk wasn’t shutting him out. Taehyung could do this. He could do better.
Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung doesn’t notice the couch dipping beside him again until there’s a cold hand on his knee, a small body angled towards his, a smile flashing before his eyes- the same thing his nightmares have been made of for months.
“Long time no see, babe.”
“Jiae.” Taehyung hisses, removes her hand from his knee only for her to put it right back.
Jiae rolls her eyes, long hair curled elegantly over her shoulder, blood red lips pouted exaggeratedly. “That’s no way to treat me.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung sneers. “Would you rather I fuck one of your friends? Or how about your entire sorority? That may put us on equal footing.”
“Are you still hung up on that?” Jiae rests her chin on her hand, sharp nails against her bottom lip. “It’s been ages. Get over it, honey.”
“It’s barely been four months. Unlike you, Jiae, I have a heart. I can’t get over three years instantly.”
“Pity. You’d look a lot less pathetic, Taetae.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Aw.” Jiae pouts, blinking her eyes rapidly. “But you used to love it when we fucked.”
Taehyung curls his hands into fists, turns his body away, but she follows, pushes where Taehyung pulls. “Things have changed.”
“They didn’t have to.”
“And? You’re the one who ended things between us. Sent your dumb lapdog to collect your things. Couldn’t even do it yourself, babe.”
“Don’t talk about Jimin like that.”
Jiae laughs, grabbing some poor guy’s drink as he walks past. She winks, and he walks away with a dopey grin, drink entirely forgotten. “I fucked him the month we started dating.”
Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out. Hold it. Repeat.
“See that guy standing by the fireplace? Fucked him the day before our anniversary. Sixth month and year.”
Breathe out. Ignore. Don’t see red. Don’t let her in. Don’t let her in again.
“Tall guy with the ugly haircut? I’ve been sleeping with him since high school.”
“Stop,” Taehyung whispers, one syllable scraping his throat raw on the way up.
Jiae turns around, points over the back of the couch, her leg on Taehyung’s thigh. “Been with the new Lambda leader for almost seven months, now.”
“Jiae.” Taehyung grits through his teeth. He pushes her leg away, gets a bit of distance between them so he can breathe again. Where are his friends- a few minutes ago they were directly in his line of sight, now they can’t even see him suffering here, Jiae’s claws on his jaw, forcing Taehyung to look at her. “Why are you doing this?”
“To show you that it doesn’t matter, Taetae. We were together, but you weren’t the only guy I was with.” She shrugs. “Maybe it’ll help you move on.”
They both know it.
Jiae revels in it.
“When you asked me to be exclusive,” Taehyung mutters, prying Jiae’s fingers away from his jaw. “It meant we were together, period. Not that we’d sleep with other people.”
“Well, you could have said that,” Jiae says with a roll of her eyes. “Not my fault you misunderstood.”
“It couldn’t have been clearer!”
“Whatever.” She flips her hair to her opposite shoulder, crossing her legs where she sits next to him. Her dress rides up her thighs, marked with hickeys and fading bruises. Bruises she kept well hidden while they were dating. “We both know no one wants you, anyway.”
Taehyung swallows thickly. “You’re fucking horrible.”
Jiae laughs, throws her head back and laughs. Attracts the attention of a few nearby guys and just keeps laughing, wiping a fake tear away with the tip of her finger. “And you’re second rate, babe. Let’s not pretend the only reason Jeongguk even spared you a glance isn’t because I was done with him.”
“That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?” She shrugs, wicked grin still plastered on her lips. “Who else would want you, Taehyung? I don’t. Jeongguk doesn’t. Maybe I could set you up with some of my guys. They’re good at pretending, too.”
Taehyung breathes in. Tries to settle his erratic heartbeat, tries to quell the heat he feels on his cheeks, the sting in his eyes, the slickness to his palms. He closes his eyes. Opens them and Jiae is still there.
“The offer is on the table, Tae. If you change your mind.”
The guy from the last party is there when Taehyung blinks, taking Jiae’s hand to lead her away, away from where Taehyung sits with the breath knocked out of him. The offer is on the table, she’d said, the night they met, when Taehyung had politely turned down her offer to meet her in a bedroom upstairs, both of them soaked from jumping into the pool. She’d curled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, stood on her toes to breathe those words into his ear- like she knew, she knew that Taehyung would be back later that night. That he’d keep coming back.
Taehyung is going to be sick.
Stumbling off the couch, Taehyung fights blindly through the throng of people, too many people, all laughing and drinking, dancing and laughing, drinking and laughing and laughing at him, at how he can barely see. Laughing at him. He’s an idiot.
An idiot. He’s an idiot, hand shaking as he pours out a shot. And then another one. And another. Three more. He’s not drunk yet. A few more and maybe he’ll have a decent excuse for why he’s sick. A few more and maybe he’ll blackout. He’ll try not to do it here, in the kitchen. Doesn’t want to inconvenience anyone.
“Holy shit- Tae- stop.”
This one touches his lip before someone grabs the shot glass. He’s not in the kitchen anymore, standing behind a couch somewhere in the living room. A door next to him. Outside. That’s where he wanted to go.
Jeongguk holds his face between two hands, demands his attention, and the alcohol hasn’t hit yet for Taehyung to pretend he doesn’t crave this.
“What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Please.” His voice is broken and raw. Raw. Broken. “Please leave me alone.”
“At least let me get you back to your place,” Jeongguk insists, trailing after him as Taehyung takes a few unsteady steps. “You look about ready to keel over-”
“Leave me alone,” Taehyung repeats, feels the sympathy wrap tight around his heart, suffocating and brutal. He doesn’t deserve this, he knows. Why is Jeongguk pretending that he cares?
He doesn’t mean to yell, really he doesn’t. Everything is too loud and everything is happening too much, lights too bright. Jeongguk is too close. Nothing’s his fault and Taehyung shouldn’t be yelling but he needs to leave. He needs to leave.
“I don’t want to fuck tonight,” Taehyung says, and his hands are shaking. “You want quick, easy sex? Turn around. With a face like that you’ll have no trouble finding a few takers. I can’t tonight. Find someone else.”
Jeongguk is silent, staring at Taehyung with an unreadable expression. And then, in a quiet voice, asks, “You think I’m easy?”
Instead, Taehyung scrapes his hands down his face, laughs cruelly. He stares at his shaking hands, the ring on his forefinger he borrowed from Jimin. “You let me choke you out in a bar bathroom. Twice. Let me fuck you raw. I don’t know what the fuck you do with other guys.”
Jeongguk purses his lips, shoves Taehyung’s shoulder, hard. His eyes shine with something Taehyung can’t name. Won’t name. “Fuck you, Taehyung.”
Yeah, fuck him.
Fuck him, Taehyung agrees, watches as Jeongguk pushes his way to the back door. Watches Yoongi, on one of the armchairs, sit up hurriedly when he catches sight of Jeongguk. Watches Yoongi follow, shouting Jeongguk’s name, doesn’t spare a glance.
Taehyung pushes the vase on a pillar behind him, takes no satisfaction in the earthquake that follows its shattering. Everything shatters. What’s one more heart? What’s one more piece of art to break?
His steps are unsteady as he leaves, hand on the wall because he can’t stand on his own. Someone touches his waist. He pushes them away. A hand on his shoulder. Pushes that away, too. Screams when the hand comes back, gripping his wrist.
“What the fuck?” Jimin is saying, trying hard to sling Taehyung’s arm over his shoulders even as Taehyung fights the touch, tries to fight Jimin off. “How much did you drink, man?”
“Don’t touch me,” Taehyung begs, voice breaking. “Please- I need- Want- I need to go.”
“Okay,” Jimin says, voice quiet and patient like he’s calming down a tired child. “We’ll go home.”
Taehyung shakes him off and only makes it to the end of the front walk before his legs give out, and Jimin is there to help him off the ground. He thinks he may be sobbing, begging Jimin to go, to leave him to get home on his own because there are better things Jimin could be doing with his time.
He doesn’t give up, tries to fight off Jimin’s hold the entire way home, talks over Jimin’s attempts to calm him down, curses as Jimin to let him walk on his own. He doesn’t.
“Stop- touching me,” Taehyung hisses, slapping away Jimin’s hand in the hall before their apartment.
Jimin glares at him, fishing out his key. “What the fuck is up with you, hey? What did you drink?”
“Where were you when Jiae was there?”
Jimin freezes, looks over at Taehyung with his key half twisted in the lock. “She was there? Spoke to you?” Taehyung nods. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Taehyung laughs, laughs because anything else hurts too much. He twists the key himself, kicking off his shoes and letting them fall. “It doesn’t fucking matter! Who fucking cares, right? Who cares about me-?”
“Okay, stop it. Taehyung, you can’t keep pitying yourself like this, we need to talk about this-”
“Talk?” Taehyung repeats, shouting it to the ceiling. “That’s fucking laughable, you’re in the same boat as me.”
“That’s not true-”
“Isn’t it? You can’t even tell your friend you have a crush, what fucking advice are you going to give me?”
Jimin pauses, shuts the door. He tries to take Taehyung’s hands, but Taehyung slaps them away. “You said you were over Jiae.”
“I am- not as much as she’s done with me, though.”
“Taehyung. We’ll talk in the morning-”
“I don’t want to talk. You can’t help me, what the fuck are you going to do?”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Jimin shoves at his chest and this- this raw adrenaline coursing his veins, this shot of awareness- this is what Taehyung wanted. Needed. “I’ve been trying to help you for months, I’ve done everything for you, dropped fucking everything for you. Is this because you’re into Jeongguk? Not my fault you don’t know how to deal with a crush-”
“Me? You’re the one too much of a scared bitch to tell Hoseok you love him, you’re not allowed to talk about my problems. Not until you deal with your own-”
Jimin shoves him again, Taehyung’s back colliding painfully with the fridge and Jimin fills the empty space in front of him, until their noses almost touch, bodies strung tight with anger. “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.”
“Or else what? You’ll fucking cry over Hoseok? Been there, endured that.”
“You piece of shit! You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to make me feel guilty!”
“I’m not worth it, right?” Taehyung laughs, rakes his hands through his hair. He’s not crying anymore. He wishes he would cry, wishes he could feel something other than the weight of his own crushing uselessness. “Poor, stupid Taehyung. Went and fell for the wrong guy. Made the wrong friends. Maybe Jiae was right, you aren’t any good for me.”
Jimin flinches back as if struck, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “You don’t mean that.”
“How the fuck would you know!”
“Fine!” Jimin shoves him one last time, steps back to create distance. “Fine. I’m fucking done, Taehyung. You don’t take my advice, then you come to me for a distraction because you can’t handle your own fucking emotions. Well, I’m done. Find your own way to deal with your shit, I won’t be your fucking crutch anymore.”
“Fine!” Taehyung watches Jimin collect his coat, his shoes, walk around the suitcases waiting in the front hall. “Fucking leave! Just like Jiae”
Jimin folds a beanie over his hair, points an accusatory finger at Taehyung. “You don’t get to keep playing that card, Taehyung. You can’t fucking claim to be over everything only to bring it up for sympathy! That’s not how this works!”
“Go crawl back to Hoseok.”
“Go to hell!”
“If it means getting away from you- getting away from all-” Taehyung waves his arms, tries to encapsulate that he means everything. From his relationship to his mistakes, from Jeongguk to his best friend grabbing his suitcase and staring at him like they haven’t known each other for nearly their entire lives. “All of this. Then gladly!”
“I’ll be at Yoongi’s if you need me.” Jimin’s hand is on the doorknob, his voice thick with unshed tears. “Don’t fucking need me, you asshole.”
The door slams and Jimin is gone. The door slams and everyone is gone. The door slams and Taehyung is left alone with his demons, reciting back his mistakes in a gleeful whisper. Taehyung sinks to his knees, he screams, fingers clutched in his hair, but he can’t drown them out.
He doesn’t know how he does it, but Taehyung wakes up for his final. His hangover is brutal, the sun too hot on his skin as he slugs his way to the history building. Jimin was still gone when he woke, the only evidence of their fight behind the lack of Jimin’s suitcase and the plate broken on the floor from when Taehyung struggled to stand up, to get to the bathroom to pass out.
For the first time since starting university, Taehyung takes the subway to the train station on his own. He gets dirty looks from a few people in the same car, wonders if he’d gotten sick on this shirt last night. He checks his phone. No notifications. Not that he’d expected any.
The train is nearly empty as Taehyung boards, finding his seat and lifting his suitcase onto the overhead shelf. He settles into the window seat, fiddles with his headphones, tangled in a mess from his pocket. Families slowly board, walking up and down the aisles and past Taehyung, laughing quietly and yet the sound reverberates in his skull, burns his eyes. He wonders if Jimin’s boarded yet, where he’s sitting if he doesn’t want to keep his seat across from Taehyung.
His phone chimes with a new message.
From: Minaaaa [11:23am]
have a great summer tae!!!
“You look like shit.”
Taehyung looks up, finds Yoongi resting against the seat adjacent to where Taehyung sits. He’s got nothing more than a backpack, ball cap casting a shadow over his eyes, hoodie soft and oversized.
Taehyung nods, averts his gaze. “Yeah, well. Ruining everything will do that to you.”
“You’re a fucking idiot, Taehyung.”
“Can we not?” Taehyung asks, begs. “Please? I’ll cry again.”
Yoongi sighs. “Fine, but you’re not off the hook.”
“Of course not.” He watches Yoongi drop his backpack in the seat across from Taehyung, watches Yoongi sit in the other seat. He frowns. “I didn’t know you were going home.”
“I wasn’t,” Yoongi says. “My brother convinced me, though. It’ll be good to see everyone again.”
They’re quiet, then, too many issues to deal with on a train, surrounded by families and students who don’t care about two strangers’ problems. Yoongi stares out the window, watching the train pull away from the station. Their trip isn’t as long as the one to Busan.
They’re quiet, until Taehyung’s leaning against the window and giving in, shoulders shaking with the sobs he tries to keep silent. He covers his face with his hands, soaks the fabric with snot and tears. Yoongi doesn’t say anything as he switches to the seat next to Taehyung, as he pulls Taehyung into his arms, lets him sob against Yoongi’s shoulder while the train rumbles down the track, scenery passing without a second glance.