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The musical

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Jimin lay flat on his back on the grass, panting loudly. Jungkook sat next to him and he wasn’t faring much better. They were training for an upcoming track championship and their coach had been brutal today.

“You should come out with us Saturday night, Kook,” Jimin got out between loud gasps for air. “Hoseok’s been invited to a party and he can bring guests.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What’s up with you?” Jimin accused. “You haven’t been out with us in weeks.”

“I just haven’t been in the mood for it.”

Jimin rolled onto his side to look at him more closely.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just trying to get into a good routine this year.”

“Again, not like you…”

Jungkook shrugged.

“Doesn’t have anything to do with your roommate, does it?”

“Taehyung? Why would it?” Jungkook avoided Jimin’s eyes and looked over to where some of the long distance runners were still working hard. It had absolutely nothing to with Taehyung. Nope. Jimin raised his eyebrows, Jimin’s question didn’t deserve an answer.

“I still can’t believe you’re sharing a room with him.”

“Not my fault you arrived too early and agreed to room with someone else.” Jungkook smiled at the way things had turned out. It was awful at the time, though.

“Are you ever going to let me forget that? What was I supposed to do, I didn’t want to be rude to Hobi when we both arrived at the same time. Anyway, you should come out, I’m sure Taehyung won’t miss you for one night.”

Jungkook snorted. “He’s hardly ever there, anyway. He goes out all the time with the basketball team. Team bonding he calls it. So we don’t really talk all that much.”

“Even after two months?”

“Yep.”

“Well you’ve got no excuse then!” Jimin looked up at Jungkook with the full force of his big puppy dog eyes. “Come out with us Jungkook…”

“Fine, I’ll come!” Jungkook put his hand on Jimin’s face and pushed him away.

 

Jungkook jumped as the door crashed open and Taehyung flung himself dramatically into the room. He sighed quietly, he’d been making steady progress on his essay up until that point.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung called out loudly in greeting. They’d progressed from ‘Jeon’ and ‘Kim’ slowly. Maybe they were friends. Jungkook liked to think so, something just up from acquaintances. To be honest Jungkook was focussing more on schoolwork than he ever would have if he’d been in with Jimin, so he was happy with his roommate. The fact that Taehyung was undeniably attractive didn’t hurt either.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook didn’t look at him, he really needed to finish the conclusion while he still had everything in his head.

Taehyung stood at the door. Jungkook knew he was watching him and he had to focus hard to stop himself from turning around. He’d figured out early on that Taehyung liked attention. The door slowly closed and clicked shut.

“Hmmm,” Taehyung said to himself before sitting down on his bed. He waited. Jungkook could feel him waiting.

Jungkook finished the conclusion, but he still had to proof read. He looked at his phone; one hour before he had to submit it. He turned around. Taehyung’s face brightened, which Jungkook found oddly satisfying.

“Out for drinks again?”

It was a rhetorical question really because Taehyung had clearly been for drinks after basketball training. Again. Jungkook was starting to wonder whether Min Yoongi was the best choice for captain of the team. He was the best player but he had a certain reputation where alcohol was concerned. Taehyung, being the social butterfly that he was, probably wasn’t the best choice as vice-captain either but that wasn’t any of Jungkook’s business. Their team was certainly ‘bonding’ well though, so that was a positive.

“Just a few,” Taehyung looked at Jungkook like had something to say. He was almost excited.

“What?”

Taehyung moved to sit at the end of Jungkook’s bed, right next to his desk.

“I was talking to someone tonight…”

“To be honest I’d be more concerned if you weren’t talking to anyone.” Jungkook pretended to be distracted by his essay. Taehyung huffed an amused sound.

“Smart-ass,” he muttered under his breath.

“So who was it?”

“Mina from photography.” Photography was the only class that Jungkook and Taehyung had together.

“What was Mina doing out with the basketball team?” He looked at Taehyung incredulously. She really didn’t seem the type to be out after dark, let alone in a disreputable pub with a bunch of rowdy guys.

“As if!” Taehyung scoffed. “Nah, she was waiting for her dad to pick her up from school and I talked to her before we went to the pub.”

“Oh. And you’re telling me this because…?”

“She was asking about you.” Jungkook looked sharply at Taehyung who had an evil smirk on his face.

“About… me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Jungkook sighed and looked back at his laptop.

“What?” Taehyung cocked his head. “She’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m not interested.”

“Why not? It’s not like you have anyone else on the go right now. Do you?”

Jungkook glared at him, but Taehyung wasn’t one to back down and he stared right back until Jungkook felt awkward.

“She’s not really my type.”

“Really? So what’s your type?” Taehyung leaned forward in anticipation. Jungkook was not going there.

“I have an essay to submit, Taehyung.” He stared at his screen. In his peripheral vision he could see Taehyung cock his head. Jungkook held his breath, waiting for him to press it further.

“Fine, your loss.” He uncharacteristically left it alone. Then he got up and grabbed some clothes from the cupboard. “I’m going to have a shower.”

Jungkook covered his face with his hands. ‘Taehyung, you’re my type,’ he mocked himself in his head. Shit.

 

Jungkook wasn’t short distance track champion for nothing. When Jungkook wasn’t training he was dancing, and when he wasn’t doing either of those he went to the gym. Basically he rarely gave himself a day off from physical activity so he was super fit. He wasn’t addicted to exercise, but it gave him a certain satisfaction when he felt himself reach the edge of his limits. He also loved the tangible reward for effort: recognition.

He had more than his fair share of admirers and he liked that. Liked walking with confidence and knowing he drew the eyes of both girls and boys. As long as they kept their distance, because he was very particular about who he hooked up with. Both Jimin and Hoseok said he was way too pedantic.

Taehyung on the other hand, commanded attention just by sheer force of being; he had a palpable magnetic energy that was almost irresistible. It was quite bizarre that Jungkook had ended up sharing a room with Taehyung. If he didn’t know better he would have said the university staff had done it deliberately just to see what would happen.

They were night and day. Where Jungkook was serious, committed and a work-a-holic, Taehyung was bright, smiley and did whatever he pleased. Where Jungkook was deadly muscles, control and dark mystery, Taehyung was grace, flow and sincerity. Jungkook wore dark and Taehyung wore light. Needless to say, there was much talk about them sharing a room together.

Unfortunately for Jungkook, he felt inadequate around Taehyung because the moment he first met him up close he felt an attraction that hit him in the gut like a punch. And since they were roommates and he wanted to avoid any awkwardness he swallowed it down. But as Taehyung hardly ever spent time sitting in their room, things were bearable. 

 

“Jungkook!” The dorm supervisor called him over and handed him a small package no bigger than his hand. “This came for Taehyung, can you take it for him?”

“Sure.” Jungkook took the box and examined it as he walked up the stairs. There was nothing to indicate what was inside.

Surprisingly Taehyung was lying on his bed in their room when he got there. This was a first. He looked at Jungkook as he walked in.

“This came for you,” Jungkook handed him the package.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up and he smiled.

“Thank you!” Taehyung put the box down next to his bed.

“You’re not going to open it?”

“No, I know what it is.”

Jungkook shrugged and flopped onto his bed, worn out after track. It took a couple of minutes until he felt Taehyung’s eyes on him. He turned his head and their eyes locked.

“Are you bored or something?” Jungkook asked.

“Something like that.”

“Don’t you ever study?”

“Sometimes.”

“I’ve never seen you.”

“Don’t know if I could study in here. Too many distractions.” He was still looking directly at Jungkook. For some reason it made him nervous.

“Distractions in here?” Jungkook laughed it off.

“Yes… what’s funny about that?”

“How would you know, you’re hardly ever here. And, I can be quiet if you need me to be.”

“That’s good to know.” Taehyung’s lips pricked up at the sides.

Jungkook faltered and a prickle scooted down his shoulder blades. He got up and started gathering his things for a shower.

“Are you going to Jin’s party on Saturday night?” Jungkook breathed again when Taehyung changed the subject.

“Um, I’m not sure. I am going to a party but I don’t know who’s hosting it.”

“It’s probably Jin’s. Maybe we should go together?”

“What?” Jungkook stared at Taehyung in shock.

Taehyung looked at him oddly.

“Go together. At the same time, since we’re both going to the same place. Or you can just walk 10 metres behind me if you’re really that awkward…”

“No, it’s fine, I mean, sure if it’s Jin’s party that I’m going to then it makes sense. Yeah. Um, I’ll check with Jimin. Or Hoseok. I’ll let you know.” Jungkook had to force himself to shut the fuck up.

Taehyung laughed and Jungkook could feel a flush building up on his neck. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

 

The next day, Taehyung was the first one back in their room again, despite it being early. Jungkook paused at the door in surprise. Taehyung was lying on his bed with an arm bent over his forehead. Something seemed off.

“Hey Taehyung,” Jungkook said gently.

Taehyung gave him a half-smile that seemed forced.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook walked over and stood next to Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah.” Jungkook could tell it really wasn’t. He sat down on his own bed and watched him stare vacantly into space for a minute or two.

“Taehyung…”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re not yourself.”

Taehyung sighed.

“Do you want to talk about anything?”

Taehyung glanced over. Jungkook wasn’t sure whether it was to check his sincerity or if he was debating whether to say anything. Taehyung looked away.

Jungkook silently waited for him.

“I tried out for the musical, and I got in.”

“That’s cool… congratulations?” Taehyung didn’t seem very excited, so Jungkook guessed that maybe he didn’t want it.

“Yeah, thanks. They actually announced it a few weeks ago, but my part’s a bit more involved than I realised. I’m just struggling with something.”

“Do you want some help? I can run lines with you?”

Taehyung brought his arm down and pushed up onto his elbow, turning towards Jungkook.

“You’d help me?”

Jungkook nodded in response, he’d actually be happy to. Taehyung fidgeted with his hair. Jungkook found it distracting.

“Can you sing?”

“Um, well, I’m okay I guess. I don’t sing very often though.”

“I’ve got a duet with the lead girl, it’s like one of the main songs in the whole thing…”

“You want me to help you with that too?”

“Would you?” Taehyung moved to sit on the edge of his bed, eyes bright and a genuine smile spreading across his face. Jungkook’s heart pounded at seeing him transform back into his happy self, and knowing he was the one who did it made him smile back.

“Sure.” What the fuck was he doing.

“You’re the best, Jungkook!” Taehyung jumped up and hugged him quickly around the shoulders. Jungkook was blown away by how much he changed in just a matter of minutes. “I’ll send you the song and get you a copy of the lyrics. Do you think we could try it next week?”

“Okay…”

“Awesome!” Taehyung picked up his phone. “Shit! I’m supposed to meet Yoongi. Better go. Thank you!”

“Taehyung!”

Taehyung poked his head back through the door.

“What’s the musical called?”

“Heathers.” Then with a flash of a smile he was gone.

Jungkook grabbed his phone and searched for ‘Heathers’. He’d never heard of it before. The synopsis was surprising: ‘A dark comedy that looks at bullying, suicide, gun violence, adolescence, mean girls and friendship’. Okay…

After a quick flick through the soundtrack on Spotify, Jungkook narrowed down the possibilities for Taehyung’s character. He’s probably JD. So for him to get that role means Taehyung can both sing and act. How unexpected.

Then it hit him. He had to sing with Taehyung. To Taehyung. In a duet. Just the two of them. Helping him run lines was one thing, but he didn’t sing. His mother thought he had a good voice, but she was biased. Jungkook was suddenly mortified, this was going to be so embarrassing.

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Jungkook was tired. He trudged up the stairs to his room and wondered if he had time for a nap  before the party.

He could hear the shower running when he got to his room, so he lay down on his bed and dozed while he waited. Taehyung woke him half an hour later.

“Wake up, sleepy!” Taehyung was in a good mood.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, rubbing his face with his hands to revive himself.

“Got a few more ribbons for your collection?”

Jungkook opened his eyes. Taehyung was in a bath robe and had a towel draped over his head. He was looking at the ribbons Jungkook had won earlier at the track meet. He’d just thrown them on the table when he came in.

“Yeah, just a couple.”

“What are they for?”

“100m, 110m hurdles, 200m and the 4x100 relay.”

“Do you ever come second?”

“Not in the local comps but when you go to the bigger meets there’s more competition.”

Taehyung rubbed at his hair with the towel and walked over to his bed.

“Are you still coming to the party?”

“Jimin will kill me if I don’t go.”

“Go get in the shower then. Do you want me to wait for you?”

“If you want?” Jungkook held his breath.

“That’s fine. It’s not like you need time to make yourself beautiful.”

Jungkook jumped up quickly and grabbed some clothes from his cupboard to hide the blush that suddenly burnt his cheeks.

“Um, yeah, I’ll be quick.”

 

Jungkook studied himself in the small mirror in the bathroom. He was comfortable in a tight white t-shirt with black jeans and he’d grab a shirt to throw on instead of a jacket. Eye-liner and lip gloss defined his face but he didn’t want anything more than that. He flicked his hands through his hair, parting his fringe slightly. He needed a haircut, it was getting long. His eyes flicked over the small rubbish bin and he spied the box that Taehyung had received through the week. He’d forgotten about that, now he was curious again.

He opened the bathroom door and walked out into the room. And stopped dead as soon as he saw Taehyung lounging on his bed.

But then Taehyung looked at him he had to stop himself from taking a step backwards.

“Holy shit, Taehyung!”

Taehyung was wearing blue jeans and a loose white top with an open neckline that showed way too much skin for Jungkook’s frail heart, but his hair had gone from the light brown he’d had all year to blonde. And to complete the assault he was wearing make-up and blue contacts. He was drop dead gorgeous.

Taehyung took a moment to gauge Jungkook’s reaction then ran his fingers through his hair with an amused smirk.

“Wanted a change. I haven’t been blonde in a while. What do you think?”

Jungkook nodded blankly before he found his voice.

“Uh, it looks good.” Jungkook had to stop himself from staring so he grabbed his shoes and put them on. “At least nobody will look at me when we walk into the party, you’ll get all the attention.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

Jungkook stood up and pulled on his shirt. “I’m not even close to being in your league, Taehyung.”

“Stop being so modest.” Taehyung stood up and moved to stand in front of Jungkook.

“I’m being honest.”

“Have you looked at yourself? Surely you know you’re a catch?” Taehyung reached up and straightened Jungkook’s collar.

Taehyung laughed as Jungkook froze.

“Loosen up Jungkook, I’m just messing with you.” Jungkook swallowed; and his hands were clammy.

“So the blue contacts were in the package you got the other day?” A conversation about his eyes was a good reason to be staring, wasn’t it?

“Yes! I’m happy with the colour, I’m quite partial to blue.” He stared back, directly into Jungkook’s eyes.

“Yeah, me too.”

“The colour of all your ribbons, I wouldn’t have expected anything else.” Taehyung gave him a soft look. “Come on, we’ve got a party to get to.” He poked Jungkook in the stomach as he walked past him to the door.

 

Jimin thrust a can into Jungkook’s hand. He looked between his new drink and the half-finished one he had in his other hand.

“I’ve already got a drink?” He looked at Jimin in confusion.

“Well you’re drinking too slow, I’ve finished mine.”

Jungkook shrugged and sculled the remainder of his beer. He crushed the can in his hand and threw it in a nearby recycling bin.

“Got your eye on anyone?”

“Not really,” Jungkook lied; his eyes followed Taehyung every time they were in the same room together. “You?”

“There’s a few with potential…” Jungkook and Jimin scanned the room. Jungkook saw Mina walk in. He obviously had the wrong impression of her, maybe the quiet girl persona was a façade she put on in class?

Her face lit up when she spotted someone across the room. He watched with interest as she weaved through the crowd to… Taehyung? He felt a stab of jealousy as Taehyung turned around and hugged her before starting up an animated conversation. Suddenly Taehyung’s eyes shot up and locked with his across the room. Jungkook held his gaze for a few seconds until Taehyung smiled. Then Jungkook turned away as the all too familiar heat started to burn his cheeks.

“Where’s Hobi?” he asked Jimin in an attempt to distract himself.

“He’s with Jin somewhere. Do you want to go find them?”

“Sure.” Anything was better than staying here right now.

They found Hoseok with Seokjin and Namjoon in a room that was set up for beer pong. Jimin walked up and joined their conversation but Jungkook stood off to the side and watched the game. He slowly sipped at his can of beer. He was tired after the competition and not really in the mood for partying. He turned as someone tapped his elbow. Taehyung.

“You should talk to her.”

“To who?”

“Mina. I saw you watching her. I didn’t think she was your type…”

“She’s really not, I was just surprised to see her here, that’s all.”

“Right…” He raised his eyebrows, clearly he didn’t believe him.

Jungkook just shrugged and stifled a yawn.

“Come with me…” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled him into the kitchen, stopping in front of a well-stocked alcohol stash. Taehyung ran his eyes over the labels on the spirit bottles until he found the Tequila.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked warily.

“Waking you up,” he rummaged in a cupboard and with a flourish pulled out two shot glasses.

“With shots?”

“With shots.” He left no room for argument before pouring two generous portions and handing one to Jungkook. Taehyung clinked their glasses and knocked his shot back quickly, shaking off the burn. He looked at Jungkook, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

Jungkook sighed in defeat and threw back the glass. He scrunched his eyes as he swallowed and blinked a few times.

“Awake now?”

“Definitely awake now,” Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung put the bottle back away.

“Are you sure Mina isn’t interested in you?” Jungkook asked him.

Taehyung turned around and leaned against the bench next to Jungkook.

“Yep, fairly sure.”

“She came straight over to you when she arrived.”

“She did. But that doesn’t mean she likes me.”

“Maybe she’s just too scared to tell you and is using me as a conversation starter.”

Taehyung laughed.

“No, that’s not it. I’m not her type; you are. She likes her men dark and sultry.”

“Taehyung…” Jungkook pushed his arm, cheeks heating up.

“What’s wrong with that? Just stating facts.”

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook whined.

“What is, that Mina likes you?”

“No, not that. Just the way you come straight out and say stuff like that.”

Taehyung stepped up in front of Jungkook and looked him in the eyes.

“You’re not what I expected, Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook’s heart sped up.

“What did you expect?”

“To be honest I thought you’d be conceited. Being track champion and the subject of many girls’ and boys’ lustful conversations.” Taehyung shrugged. “I just thought it would have all gone to your head, but I think I was mistaken.”

“You thought I was conceited?” Jungkook pouted. Taehyung laughed.

“That was before I met you. You’re actually quite shy under all…” Taehyung eyed him up and down, “…that.”

“That?” Jungkook looked down at himself before looking up at Taehyung with a worried look on his face. Taehyung smiled.

“Your incredibly sexy body,” he whispered, as if sharing a secret.

“My…” Jungkook couldn’t finish the sentence. “Taehyung!” He hid his face in his hands.

Taehyung burst out laughing. He pulled Jungkook’s hands away from his face and looked at him.

“You’re actually adorable!”

“No!” As Taehyung still had hold of his hands, Jungkook ducked his head and hid his face on Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung let him go and stepped back, a huge grin on his face.

“You’re mean to me, Taehyung,” Jungkook pouted again.

“Moi?” He pretended to be insulted.

“Yes, you.” Jungkook turned around and picked up his half-empty can of beer.

“Oh look, it’s my cue to leave…” Taehyung flashed him a brilliant smile and left the room as Mina walked in. Jungkook’s heart fell.

“Hi Jungkook,” Mina smiled at him.

“Hey Mina. Having fun?”

“It’s okay, I haven’t been here long though. How about you?”

“I guess. I’m a bit tired to be honest.”

“Busy day?”

“I had a track meet today, so yeah.”

“Did Jimin go too?”

“Yes he did. I didn’t know you knew Jimin?”

“We have a mutual friend,” she replied cryptically. Jungkook let it go, he’d ask Jimin later.

“Do you need a drink?” Jungkook realised she didn’t have one.

“No, that’s okay, I’m not staying long. Did Taehyung tell you about the musical?”

“Heathers? He mentioned it.”

“It’s going to be fun!”

“Oh, are you in it too?” Mina looked at Jungkook and laughed.

“Yes! He didn’t tell you much about it then.”

“No, not really. Sounds like it hits some heavy topics though.”

“Yes it does. Some of it goes a bit too far for my liking but I think the writers wanted to be obvious. And the songs are fun. That’s why I’m here tonight actually, there’s a party scene so I’m researching for my role.”

“Oh!” That made so much sense. He knew she wasn’t the type to come for the fun of it. “Well, good luck with that. Did you come with someone? I probably should go and find Jimin…” He wasn’t about to leave her alone though.

“No, but that’s okay. Don’t tell anyone, but my dad is actually parked outside waiting for me.” She looked at her watch. “I’ve got ten more minutes before I go home, so I’m just going to wander around and see what’s happening, then go.”

“That’s actually pretty clever,” Jungkook smiled. “I’ll see you in class then?”

“Yep, see you!”

 

Jungkook made it back to his room two hours later after walking back to the dorm with Jimin; both of them were exhausted from the track meet and they’d had enough. He took his time getting ready for bed and then snuggled under the covers. It was extra quiet with most people still at the party and, with the help of the alcohol, Jungkook fell asleep quickly.

Something registered in the back of his brain when Taehyung arrived home, but he just turned his back to the light and didn’t even bother to check the time. But when Taehyung crawled into his bed he panicked.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s cold,” Taehyung mumbled.

“And so you just invite yourself into my bed?”

“You’re warm.” Taehyung put his arm around Jungkook’s waist and nuzzled his nose into the crease between his shoulder blades. “I’ll only stay a minute, then I’ll move.”

“Hmmm.” Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to think this through rationally. Taehyung actually was cold. And even though Taehyung had brushed his teeth, he could still smell the alcohol on him so he’d had a fair bit to drink. But he had to admit that Taehyung’s arm around him felt good, even if it was only there because he was drunk.

 

Jungkook woke up. No, something woke him up. There was light sneaking in from behind the curtains so it was morning, but he was still tired. He hadn’t moved since Taehyung had crawled into bed with him, so he was still on his side facing the wall. Taehyung had obviously fallen asleep too, and he was now lying on his back taking up most of the space.

The bed shook, well the mattress really, then it stopped. Jungkook realised that was what woke him, then his cheeks flushed. Surely not. Taehyung was breathing evenly, so Jungkook thought he was still asleep. But he was definitely… touching himself.

Some automatic animalistic response in Jungkook decided it was a good time for him to also get hard at the thought. Jungkook swallowed. No, no, no, please no. Taehyung did it again. He was just touching, wasn’t seriously trying to climax – yet – but fuck! Jungkook got even harder. He sneaked his hand down slowly so as not to wake Taehyung and grabbed hold of his problem. The burst of pleasure he got from touching himself felt so good, but he was determined not to do anything more than that.

Taehyung jerked himself again, a bit longer this time, and moaned slightly under his breath. Jungkook was so turned on. He squeezed his fingers again while pulling slowly, and almost moaned himself. He wondered if he could actually cum just from Taehyung jerking off. He almost thought it possible right now.

In the middle of Taehyung’s next go, he moaned out a name that sounded suspiciously like ‘Kook’. Then Taehyung woke up. Jungkook heard him suck in a sharp breath as he lifted up his head from the pillow, before letting out a panicked “Fuck” oh-so-quietly under his breath and jumping straight out of bed and into the bathroom. A few seconds later the shower started.

As soon as Jungkook heard the water he lay on his back, pushing the bedcover and his clothes out of the way. Knowing that Taehyung would be jerking off right now in the shower as well, combined with pretending that Taehyung had actually said ‘Kook’, it took about thirty seconds for him to have one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had. He lay panting in pure bliss for a minute before he took off the tank top he was wearing and wiped himself clean. He hid the top under his pillow, then pulled up the covers and lay still; thinking he should at least pretend to be asleep when Taehyung came out of the bathroom.

When Taehyung did emerge, he got dressed and left.

Jungkook fell asleep for real.

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Jungkook jolted awake when the door shut loudly.

“Breakfast?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook looked to see Taehyung standing over him with a McDonalds takeaway bag and a coffee. He sat them down on Jungkook’s bedside table.

“You bought me breakfast?” Jungkook mumbled as he sat up and grabbed the bag to find an egg and bacon McMuffin and a couple of hash-browns.

“Obviously.” Taehyung sat down at the table on the other side of the room to eat his own meal.

“Thanks,” Jungkook muttered around a large bite. Taehyung shrugged it off.

“I probably shouldn’t be eating it though.”

“Why not?”

“Takes a lot of work maintaining ‘all that’.” He gestured to his body.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Says you after drinking your fair share of beers last night…”

“Touché.”

Jungkook could feel Taehyung watching him.

“Are you cold?” he eventually asked after they’d both had a few more bites of breakfast.

“No?” Jungkook looked at Taehyung, confused.

“Your nipples are erect.” Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook threw a scrunched up food wrapper at him. “Stop staring at my nipples!” He didn’t do anything about covering himself up though.

“Can’t let this opportunity go to waste, they don’t get let out very often.” He flicked his eyebrows, teasing Jungkook.

“You’re probably right.” Jungkook was feeling bold this morning. Taehyung laughed at him.

“You seemed to get along well with Mina?”

“She’s nice. You didn’t tell me she was in the play.”

“Yeah, and she’s good too. Oh, I have a copy of the lyrics to that song…” Taehyung got up and found a sheet of paper in his backpack, “…and the song’s on this USB.”

“Thanks. Did you want to go over it now?” Jungkook looked at Taehyung. He suddenly seemed nervous.

“Maybe you should practice it first?”

“All right. Can you meet tomorrow at seven? I have dance practice until then, but I can book the studio after it. There’ll be more room and the stereo is better.”

“Yeah sure, seven works for me.” Taehyung stood, cleaned up his rubbish and took Jungkook’s as well. “I’m heading to basketball, we have a game later today.”

“You partied last night even though you have a game?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I play my best games when I’m hungover.”

“I think that’s just an excuse to go out and drink.”

Taehyung laughed. “Adorable, sexy AND perceptive. The list keeps getting longer and longer.”

“Oh my god, just leave already!” Jungkook could hear Taehyung giggling to himself as he walked down the hallway. Jungkook felt good. Taehyung was nice; and today he felt like they were really friends.

Jungkook looked over the lyrics for the song he had to practice with Taehyung. It was called ‘Seventeen’. Veronica – Jungkook – had most of the singing, with JD – Taehyung – joining in for the last half of the song. Jungkook played the song on Spotify. He tried some of the really high notes… this was going to be amusing. ‘Don’t stop looking in my eyes’… oh that’s romantic. But how fucking long is ‘tonight’? Can Taehyung hold that? And we finish off with a lovely, soft ‘you’re the one I choose’. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. He could be professional, it’s just a song.

The perfectionist in Jungkook made him practice it all afternoon.

 

While Jungkook waited for Jimin to come out of his Monday morning class, he logged in and booked the dance studio for 7pm.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook looked up to find Jimin peering over his shoulder.

“Booking the studio.”

“Why?”

“I’m helping Taehyung with something.”

“Taehyung?” Jimin sat down across from Jungkook and gave him a questioning look. “I thought you didn’t talk much with Taehyung?”

“I’m not allowed to help him out?”

“I didn’t say that! Don’t get all defensive, you're the one who said you didn't talk.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jungkook shrugged. “We’ve started talking a bit more lately. I’m just helping him learn some lines for a play he’s in.”

“That’ll be a good way to break the ice then.”

“I think it definitely will be that.” Jungkook thought about the lines to the song. There was no way they could do this without getting closer. They’d both have to feel comfortable around each other or otherwise it wouldn’t be any help to Taehyung at all.

“Jeongyeon!” Jimin called out to a girl walking past.

Jungkook looked around. The girl was walking with Mina. This must be the mutual friend. Jeongyeon came over and sat next to Jimin, who introduced her to Jungkook. Mina sat down next to Jungkook.

“This is becoming a habit!” Mina smiled at Jungkook.

“Yes it is! Did you get the insight you wanted from the party?”

“I think so. It definitely showed me a different side to the people I see in class each day. It’s a bit disturbing how much people lose their inhibitions when they get together like that.”

“Hmmm, parties can be scary.” Jungkook reflected on some of the things he’d seen.

“But you like going to parties?”

“They’re okay, for me it’s a chance to catch up with people that I don’t see often. I think Taehyung fits better into the party scene than I do.”

“He’s definitely the life of the party. Did you see him dancing?”

“No, I missed that. Was he with the basketball team?”

“Yes, they were thrashing about so much I thought they were going to hit someone! Taehyung was having fun though. Did he make it back home eventually?”

“Ah, yes. Yes he did.” Jungkook looked down at his phone because he could feel a flush rising as he thought about what had happened after he got home.

“Jeongyeon is in the play too,” Jungkook was thankful when Mina changed the subject as if sensing his discomfort.

“Oh, really? What role do you both have?”

“Jeongyeon is Heather Chandler and I’m Veronica.”

“You’re Veronica?” Jungkook looked at Mina in shock.

“Yes, do you know her role?” Mina seemed surprised by his reaction.

“No, not really,” Jungkook tried to backtrack, but then decided he was better off being honest. “Taehyung asked me to help him and we’re starting with one of the songs.”

“Seventeen?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Just a guess. I’m glad he asked for help, it shows his dedication for the part.”

“You’re both dedicated by the sound of it. And you must be a good singer to get the part of Veronica, that’s a tough song.”

“I love musical theatre and I’ve been in quite a few shows now, so I think I just had the right experience.”

“And you’re a good singer…” Jungkook leaned over and nudged her. “You must be, don’t play it down.”

“Yes, okay, I can sing too.” Mina smiled shyly as she confessed.

Jungkook looked up and saw Jimin watching him. Jungkook mouthed ‘what?’ to him, but Jimin just smiled. Jeongyeon stood up.

“Come on, Mina, let’s go.”

Jungkook tried his best to avoid Jimin’s stare after they were left alone.

“Jungkook…”

“Yes, Jimin?”

“Did I just see you flirting with Mina?”

“No?”

“You totally were, don’t try to deny it!”

“I wasn’t, we were just talking!” Jungkook hoped that Mina didn’t think he was flirting. “But I think the better question is, who is Jeongyeon?”

“She’s just a friend…” Jimin couldn’t look Jungkook in the eye.

“She looked like more than a friend to me…” Jungkook teased Jimin.

“I know her from elementary school. We ran into each other a couple of weeks ago and started chatting. Hey, maybe the four of us should go out together?”

“I don’t know, Jimin. I don’t want to give Mina the wrong impression.”

A dark look flashed across Jimin’s face.

“You know you really need to stop overthinking everything and just relax. The four of us going out together doesn’t have to mean any of us want to jump into bed with each other.” Jimin was annoyed.

Jungkook shrugged a little, acknowledging that Jimin was probably right but he didn’t reply. Jimin studied Jungkook for a few seconds before standing up.

“I’ll see you in dance later.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jungkook bit his bottom lip guiltily as he watched Jimin walk away. Sometimes he wondered how Jimin had put up with him for so long.

 

It was a brutal lesson, as every dance class was when they were working up to an assessment. This routine was to a high-energy song that went for five minutes and as Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook were on stage for the whole time, they barely got a break during practice. At the end of the lesson Jungkook grabbed a sweat towel and when he looked up he noticed Taehyung had snuck in and was leaning against the wall by the door. Jungkook wiped his face and looped the towel over the back of his neck as he packed up his bag, giving the rest of the class time to leave.

“Talk to you tomorrow, Kook,” Jimin muttered quietly as he grabbed his bag and walked out with Hoseok. Jimin still sounded annoyed, but Jungkook would make it up to him tomorrow. As they were the last to leave, Taehyung made his way over to Jungkook.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted him. “Right on time!”

“I was actually early. I watched through the door for a while.”

“Ah, spying?” Jungkook gave Taehyung a playful grin.

“Hmmm, I guess I was. You’re a good dancer. I wouldn’t have expected any less from you though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t seen anything that you’re not good at yet.”

“There are plenty of things I’m not good at. You haven’t heard me sing yet!”

“I have a feeling you wouldn’t have done this if you couldn’t sing.”

“Are you judging me again?” Jungkook was only stirring Taehyung, but he did feel worried about what Taehyung would think. And maybe he was right.

“Yes I am, aren’t I? Sorry. How are we going to do this?”

“How about we just jump into it? I’ve been practicing so I think I know the song well enough.”

“Sure.”

Jungkook plugged the USB into the sound system and played the track. He started singing, head down reading off the paper. He didn’t really need to, but thought if he looked at Taehyung he might get too nervous. When he got up to the part where Taehyung joined in, he missed his cue. Jungkook looked up in confusion. Taehyung was staring at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“You can sing.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say. A little smile tried to push into the corners of his mouth so he looked away.

“Sorry, I’ll do it this time. Start it again.” Taehyung was serious now.

Jungkook started the track again. This time he looked up a bit more; sang a bit more confidently. He watched Taehyung as the time came for him to join in. His voice was deep. He sounded good. Really good. When they sang ‘your eyes’ and Taehyung’s voice kicked in properly Jungkook stopped singing.

Taehyung looked at him. Jungkook paused the track.

“You can sing too…” Jungkook said quietly, his breath a little shallow. Taehyung smiled softly.

“Now we’ve established that we can both sing, do you think we can make it through the whole song?”

Jungkook nodded, eyes bright and a happy smile spreading across his face.

Jungkook was blown away with how good they sounded together. Taehyung hit all the notes easily and his deep voice was so expressive; and because Taehyung was so committed Jungkook also stepped out of his comfort zone and pushed himself as well. There was still heaps of room for improvement, but to Jungkook’s untrained ears Taehyung nailed the performance.

“Was that okay?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, looking up at him after he stopped the music.

“Yeah, it was good,” Taehyung grabbed a bottle of water from his bag, and Jungkook thought he looked a bit flushed.

“Taehyung, I have a question…”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows as he drank the water, letting Jungkook know he was listening.

“Why do you need my help with this?”

Taehyung slowly brought the bottle away from his mouth. He looked nervous again.

“Honestly?”

“Please…”

“It’s not the song itself that I need help with. It’s how to perform it.”

“Doesn’t the director tell you what to do?”

“Yes, of course. I’ve been told what I need to do, but it’s the little things that you need to add that really sell it to the audience. I’m not feeling the song. Yet. And that’s what I need help with.”

“So why did you ask me? I don’t really have any experience with that.”

“Well, as I recall it, you offered.”

“Oh, yeah…”

“I just accepted your offer because I was running out of options.”

“Oh! Way to knock me down!” Jungkook pretended he’d been struck in the heart to hide the fact that it actually did hurt.

Taehyung came over to Jungkook and grabbed the ends of the towel that was still strung around Jungkook’s neck.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” Taehyung looked so worried that Jungkook started laughing at him. Taehyung pulled on the towel to get Jungkook’s attention.

“Okay fine, you wanted honesty. Yes I was running out of options but if I didn’t think I’d be comfortable with you, I wouldn’t have agreed. Right now I don’t think anyone else could help me in the way I need. I really, really want your help with this Jungkook. Your help and nobody else’s.”

Jungkook stopped laughing and grabbed the towel just above Taehyung’s hands. That was a really sweet thing to say and Taehyung was flushed so he could tell that it was hard for him to admit it.

“You know, I never said I was going to stop helping you.”

“I know, but I didn’t think you’d want to do it if I told you all that straight up.” Taehyung couldn’t meet Jungkook’s gaze.

Jungkook slowly became very conscious of the way his pinky fingers were resting against Taehyung’s thumbs. He looked down. Taehyung had really large hands. When he looked back up Taehyung was watching him and their eyes locked.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have,” Jungkook said quietly, “…but I think it would be pretty shitty of me to stop now.”

“So you’ll keep helping me?” Little lights of hope flared in his eyes. Taehyung’s eyes were really deep.

“Yeah, I’ll help you.”

Taehyung suddenly wrapped Jungkook in a big bear hug. Jungkook didn’t even have time to react so his hands were still gripping his towel, squished up between their bodies.

“You really are the best, Jungkook!” Taehyung released him and turned away to grab his stuff. “Want to head back home? We can talk about the actions for the song next time?”

Jungkook sighed as once again he was reminded of how one-sided his feelings for Taehyung were.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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“So have you got over yourself yet?” Jimin asked as Jungkook walked up to him the next morning before class.

“I can’t help it if I’m socially inept.”

“Yeah, you’re that all right.”

“I just get worried when I know someone likes me. That if I’m too nice they’ll think I like them back and then it will get awkward, so I try to avoid it.” Jungkook pouted.

“Are you for real?” Jimin stared at Jungkook. “And how many times has that happened to you?”

“Once. A drunk girl at a party when I was trying to see if she was okay.”

“And considering you’re actually fairly popular for some unknown reason, that’s once out of the billion times you’ve held a conversation with anyone who may potentially like you.”

“It was scary, okay! She was really, really persistent.” Jungkook shuddered at the thought. Then he smiled as Jimin keep staring at him with a stupid look on his face. He really was being ridiculous, he could see it now.

“Look, if you don’t like Mina like that, I won’t tease you about her. But I haven’t seen you so relaxed with anyone in ages. It just might be nice to go out with some different people for a change.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do it.”

“When are you free?”

“Um, we’ve got track tonight and I’ve got an assignment to work on; I’m meeting Taehyung in the studio after dance practice tomorrow; we’ve got track again Thursday so we could do something later on Thursday, but then we’ve got 6am track training Friday morning so maybe not. Then we’ve got the meet on Saturday.” Jungkook thought for a few seconds while Jimin shook his head. “How about early Friday evening? If we’re not out too late it would be okay…”

“Friday. Are you sure? I’d hate to double book something on your busy schedule.”

“Friday’s fine.” Jungkook pouted slightly at Jimin’s teasing.

“So you’re helping Taehyung again?”

“Yeah.”

“So last night went okay?”

“Yeah it was fun!” Jungkook smiled.

“You’re relaxed around him are you? Not overthinking your relationship at all?”

“What?” Jungkook panicked but Jimin just laughed.

“You know, like you just said, people might try to crack onto you if you’re too nice. Just thought that maybe you were being awkward with him too, just in case he tries to get you into bed.”

“Are you for real?” Jungkook’s head was spinning.

“So? He’s very attractive and so are you. Stranger things have happened.”

“Seriously, Jimin!”

“You said it, not me!”

Jungkook looked around for an excuse to escape if Jimin kept going. Luckily he didn’t.

“So why do you need the studio, anyway? Can’t you run lines together in your room?”

“Um, yeah we could, but there’s more room in the studio, so Taehyung can do the moves and stuff as well.”

“Well, at least you’re getting along with him now. Remember how panicked you were when you first found out you were sharing with him; I thought you were going to move in with Hobi and me for sure!”

“Yeah, I was so scared, but he’s actually really nice.”

“Funny what you find out when you talk to people, isn’t it?” Jimin looked at him pointedly.

“Yeah all right, all right.” Jungkook huffed. “I’m going to class, let me know once you’ve sorted Friday out with the girls.”

“Will do.”

 

Taehyung wasn’t home when Jungkook got back to their room after track so Jungkook got out his laptop and started his homework. By 10pm he’d done most of the work and decided to take a shower before heading to bed. Taehyung wasn’t back yet, he was out a lot later than he usually would be on Tuesday.

Jungkook emerged from the bathroom in his usual sleep outfit of tank top and shorts. Taehyung was sprawled on his bed, fully clothed including his shoes. He didn’t stir as Jungkook walked across the room and Jungkook went over to check on him. He was asleep and smelled strongly of alcohol. Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and shook him gently.

“Hey, Taehyung.”

Taehyung moaned.

“Taehyung, wake up…”

“Kook?” Jungkook smiled at the nickname.

“Yes, it’s me. You need to take off your clothes.”

Taehyung half opened his eyes.

“You want me to take off my clothes?”

Jungkook laughed at him.

“Sit up.” Jungkook put his hand under Taehyung’s arm and helped him sit up. Then he kneeled in front of him and started to take of his jacket.

“Kookie, do you love me?”

“What are you talking about, Taehyung?” He’s just drunk…

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Taehyung.” It seemed like the right thing to say, given the situation.

Taehyung wasn’t helping to remove his clothes at all, so Jungkook was doing all the work. Once he got Taehyung’s jacket off, he sat down and started on his shoes and socks. Taehyung flopped over and sprawled across Jungkook’s back.

“You love Mina.”

“No I don’t, Taehyung.” Jungkook threw Taehyung’s shoes towards the closet.

“Do you promise that you don’t love Mina?”

“I promise, Taehyung. Why are you so drunk?”

“It’s Yoongi’s fault.”

“But it’s Tuesday, you shouldn’t be this drunk on a Tuesday night.”

“Yoongi’s sad, I didn’t know what else to do to help him.”

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the arms and pushed him back up to a sitting position.

“Is he okay? You didn’t leave him alone did you?”

“No! Yes…” Taehyung looked baffled. “What was the question again?”

“Does Yoongi have someone with him now?”

“Yes, he’s with Namjoon. Joonie growled at us. He’s scary when he’s mad.” Taehyung giggled. “He’s like a giant growly Koala bear.”

“Koala bears don’t growl, Taehyung.”

“Namjoon does. And he’s a Koala so that means Koala bears do growl.” He crossed his arms and huffed. Jungkook uncrossed his arms and pulled the sleeves of his jumper off. Then he got up on his knees again to pull the jumper over his head.

Taehyung spread his legs and grabbed Jungkook around the waist, pulling him close. Jungkook had his arms full with the jumper so he fell forward into Taehyung’s chest.

“Kookie?” Taehyung was serious again now.

“Yeah?” Jungkook threw the jumper aside and put his hands on the top of Taehyung’s thighs. It would be so easy to kiss him from here.

“Thanks for helping me with the song.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wish you didn’t like Mina.”

“I don’t like Mina, Taehyung.”

“Kook?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Jungkook got up and quickly helped Taehyung to the bathroom, but Taehyung didn’t let him come in. While he waited, Jungkook got Taehyung a glass of water and a tablet for the headache he was going to have the next morning, and he turned back the covers on Taehyung’s bed so he could get in easily. While he waited, he had two thoughts. Taehyung had called him Kook, which meant that maybe, just maybe, he had said Kook in the early hours of Sunday morning. Second, Taehyung had said that he loved him, which could be just because he’s an overly affectionate drunk. But what if it meant that Taehyung liked him back?

Taehyung’s phone rang and Jungkook saw Namjoon’s name flash up on the screen. He answered it quickly, knowing he would be checking up on Taehyung.

 

“Hi Namjoon, it’s Jungkook.”

“Hi Jungkook, did Taehyung make it home okay?”

“Yes he did. I’m not sure how he managed it though, he’s so drunk.”

“Yoongi’s the same. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I’m going to talk to them both tomorrow when they sober up. Are you okay with Taehyung?”

“Yeah of course. He’s a bit sick right now.”

“That’s probably a good thing, it will get it out of his system quicker. If you need any help though, give me a call, okay?”

“Thanks Namjoon. We’ll be fine though, I’ve got him.”

“I’m glad you’re there Jungkook, he needs a friend like you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, okay. Good night.”

“Good night Jungkook.”

 

The bathroom door opened and Taehyung leaned against the doorframe. He’d taken off all his clothes apart from his boxer shorts. Jungkook’s breath hitched. He looked taller when he was almost naked. And his skin was gorgeous, Jungkook drank in the sight.

“Here, take this.” Jungkook stood up and held out the tablet and water. Taehyung just looked at him with a neutral expression on his face.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung reached up and cupped Jungkook’s face with his hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb softly across his cheek. Jungkook leaned into his touch.

“Hey,” Jungkook said softly. “Take this, you’ll feel better for it in the morning.”

Taehyung took the tablet and handed Jungkook back the glass when he was done. Jungkook sat the glass down and put his arm around Taehyung’s waist so he could help him into bed. Before he could move though, Taehyung wrapped both his arms around Jungkook’s neck. He still hadn’t said anything.

“Taehyung?”

Taehyung looked at him and pouted.

“Is everything okay?”

Taehyung put his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’m getting worried, Taehyung. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk.” He still had his face buried in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll get too sad.”

“Why does talking make you sad?”

“It’s Yoongi’s fault.”

“What is?”

“Yoongi’s sad. And I’m sad. We’re both sad. That’s why we got drunk.”

“Taehyung you shouldn’t get drunk when you’re sad. It only makes it worse.”

“I don’t care.”

“I think you’ll care tomorrow.”

“No, I won’t.”

Jungkook maneuvered Taehyung towards his bed, and sat him down. Taehyung wouldn’t let go of Jungkook’s neck.

“Get some sleep Taehyung.”

“Can you stay with me?”

“I’ll just be over there, in my bed.”

“I want you to stay in my bed.”

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s arms and unwrapped them from around his neck. He pushed Taehyung down and covered him up.

“Just let me turn off the lights and clean up, okay? Then I’ll come in your bed.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook flipped on the lamp next to his own bed, and turned off the main light in the room. Then he went into the bathroom and picked up Taehyung’s clothes from where he’d thrown them. Thankfully he hadn’t made any mess when he was sick, so he just turned off the light and came back out. He put the clothes neatly in a pile in front of Taehyung’s closet and refilled his glass of water. By the time he was ready for bed, Taehyung was asleep.

“Good night Taehyung,” he whispered before climbing into his own bed and turning off the lamp.

 

As his dance class finished, Jungkook’s nerves kicked in. Taehyung had been asleep when he left this morning and they didn’t have photography on Wednesday, so they hadn’t spoken all day. Right now he didn’t know if Taehyung remembered anything at all about the night before, or whether he was even going to turn up.

As the last stragglers left the studio, Jungkook went over and plugged in the USB before grabbing his water and taking a drink. He looked around to make sure Taehyung hadn’t snuck in before pulling out a spare t-shirt from his bag. He wanted to change quickly because his other one was sweaty from practice.

As he pulled off his t-shirt, the door opened. Of course. He kept his back to Taehyung and started to put on his clean t-shirt.

“Hi Jungkook,” Taehyung sounded a bit too quiet.

Jungkook turned around, he had his arms through the shirt and he quickly pulled it over his head.

“Hi Taehyung,” he tried to be as cheerful as he could. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay now. I didn’t get out of bed ‘til after lunch though, when Namjoon came over.”

“Oh, Namjoon came over…” Jungkook’s mouth twisted into a half-contained smile, knowing full well Taehyung would have got an earful from him.

“Yeah,” Taehyung scratched his neck nervously. “He said he called me last night but talked to you instead.”

“Yeah, we had a chat,” Jungkook couldn’t contain his smile any longer.

“He told me I need to apologise to you for coming home drunk.”

“Did he now…”

“I don’t actually remember anything after I left the club with Yoongi.”

“I’m not surprised, you were pretty drunk.”

“Did I do anything I shouldn’t have?”

“No, you were fine.” Jungkook thought it best to let him off easy.

“I didn’t say anything to you? About anything?”

“Well, you kept calling me Kookie.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I kinda liked it to be honest.”

“You did?” Taehyung’s face perked up a bit.

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

“But I didn’t say anything else?”

“Nah, don’t stress, you were fine. Are you feeling up to practicing today?”

“Yeah, I’m here now so we might as well run through it. The choreography’s actually pretty simple.”

Taehyung stepped out the parts, showing Jungkook exactly what he was explaining.

“Veronica stands on the right of the stage facing me, and I’ve got my back to her while she sings the first bit. Then I turn around when I start singing and slowly walk over. And we kind of… touch… and then there’s a lot of eye contact. Then after we do ‘tonight’ we… um… well, we kiss… and then when Veronica says ‘hold me tighter’, I hold onto her from the back so we’re both facing the audience, and then at the end there’s another kiss. And that’s it.”

“So you have to kiss Mina?”

“It’s just a stage kiss, I don’t actually kiss her. We just have to make it look like we do.”

Taehyung stood in front of Jungkook, but he didn’t look at him.

“That’s part of what I’m struggling with, you know. I’ve done stage kisses before but this musical is a lot more intense than the other ones. If it doesn’t look real then it could ruin the whole vibe because everything revolves around our relationship.”

Taehyung seemed so vulnerable, Jungkook couldn’t help reaching out and putting his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung looked up, surprised.

“Let’s practice and we can work it through together. You’ll have it perfect by the time the play starts, I know it.”

“You know I don’t like Mina, right?” Taehyung asked Jungkook with a worried edge to his voice. Jungkook smiled.

“Taehyung, I don’t like her either, okay? Not like that.” Jungkook spoke gently and looked into Taehyung’s eyes, trying to finally convince him he was serious.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t. We actually went over this last night, it’s a pity you don’t remember.” Jungkook turned to the stereo.

“Shit, I wish I could remember. I must have been a mess.”

“Don’t worry about it. Ready?” He played the track and started singing as he walked into position.

The feeling behind the song went up another level when they did it with the actions as well. As they sang ‘don’t stop looking in my eyes’ they both held each other’s gaze as Taehyung put one hand on Jungkook’s waist and the other on his neck, cupping his jaw with his thumb, just like he will with Mina. Taehyung hadn’t asked Jungkook to do anything, but it felt weird not to reciprocate. Where Taehyung’s hand gripped his waist, Jungkook held his elbow; while his right hand ran slowly up Taehyung’s forearm until he latched onto his wrist as Taehyung continued to hold Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook will be the first to admit he’s no actor but Taehyung was brilliant and he really drew him into the part. He was Veronica and Taehyung was JD and after they sang ‘tonight’ Taehyung was looking at him as though he was the only thing that mattered in the world. Then he leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were so soft. He didn’t overdo it so Jungkook wasn’t entirely sure if it wasn’t just a stage kiss. But that didn’t explain why Taehyung’s fingers gripped his neck tighter. It felt so right and Jungkook couldn’t pull away, and he even responded a tiny bit. They broke apart as Jungkook was due to sing his next line and he sang it because he didn’t know what else to do. Then they kept going as if nothing had happened.

Taehyung didn’t follow the script to kiss him again at the end of the song, instead he stepped back.

“Sorry… about the kiss,” he apologised quietly.

“That’s okay…” It really was okay.

“I got carried away…”

“Me too.”

“It kind of felt right.”

“So it helped?”

“What?” Taehyung sounded confused.

“Like, that’s what you’re looking for, isn’t it? To get it to feel right for when you do it on stage.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, ah, if it happens again, it’s okay. If it helps you get into the part better.”

“Right. Okay.” Taehyung sounded tentative.

“Only if you want to, of course. I don’t want to make it awkward, or anything. I’m just saying if you want to, and it helps, then you can do it and not to feel stressed out by it.”

“Yeah, no, I get you. Thanks.”

“Want to run it again?” Jungkook smiled at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed a little.

“Yes.”

 

When they got to the kiss, Taehyung played his part the same but this time Jungkook was prepared and he melted into the kiss and responded. The hand that Taehyung had placed on his waist pulled Jungkook’s hips closer, and his mouth opened. Jungkook almost missed the cue for his next line and as he pulled away Taehyung smiled at him. And Jungkook felt that right now he was Taehyung and not JD.

“So you really don’t like Mina then?” Taehyung asked him playfully after the song finished, his hands resting on Jungkook’s waist.

It was funny now and Jungkook just laughed.

“That wasn’t just for the song, was it?” Taehyung asked him, his voice seemed really deep.

Jungkook looked away, a bit scared of having this conversation.

“No.”

“So you’d be willing to maybe do that again sometime when we’re not being JD and Veronica?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook looked up shyly.

“Do you mind if we keep this just between us for now? Until we figure it out a bit?”

“I think that’s best too.” Jungkook agreed, nodding his head. “I’m not actually out to anyone. Not even Jimin, although sometimes I think he suspects it.”

“There’s only Yoongi, Joon and Jin who know about me.”

Taehyung reached up and moved Jungkook’s fringe out of his eyes. Jungkook felt butterflies at the gentle touch and smiled.

“I think we’ve got enough done for tonight,” Taehyung murmured. “Let’s pack up and go home.”

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Jungkook stared at his laptop, struggling to focus. The words kept blurring together until the only thing his mind could think of was Taehyung. Taehyung, who was in the bathroom having a shower after basketball practice.

Jungkook had felt awkward after they’d got home yesterday so he’d taken a shower and then went to bed. Jungkook felt guilty over it as they’d barely seen each other since then. Taehyung seemed to understand and given him the space he needed. But did avoiding it mean they were now back to square one and they’d have to wait until another moment came along naturally?

Jungkook was so deep in thought he jumped when Taehyung came out of the bathroom. As Taehyung started tidying up his stuff, Jungkook’s laptop screen went dark. Shit, pretty obvious now that he’s not actually working.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked him after a few minutes of silence. He came over and sat on the end of Jungkook’s bed, his legs towards the middle of the room. From this position, because Jungkook was facing the wall, they were practically facing each other.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up, trying to release some tightness in his shoulders from sitting at the laptop for so long.

“I can’t concentrate.”

“Why don’t you take a break?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook softly. Jungkook’s stomach flipped in response.

“Yeah, maybe I should,” Jungkook muttered, waking up his laptop.

“Up to you,” Taehyung shrugged a little before starting to get up. Jungkook panicked and threw his hand down onto Taehyung’s thigh, just above his knee.

“Taehyung, wait.” He really hadn’t thought this through. He kept his gaze on his laptop screen.

Taehyung waited.

“You know I’m not good with stuff like this, right?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know how to act or what to do.” He didn’t move his hand, even though he felt like he should. He did loosen his hold from the death grip he’d been giving him though, so it was more comfortable. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, hoping he didn’t look as stupid as he felt.

Taehyung huffed a small laugh and he moved his leg slightly causing Jungkook’s hand to slip further up. Jungkook was captivated by the way Taehyung’s eyes scrunched up and how his smile lit up his whole face. Suddenly his hand started burning where he held Taehyung’s thigh and he felt his gaze darken as he realised he really, really wanted to kiss him.

Taehyung kept smiling and leaned forward, his arm resting on the desk. Jungkook could smell the toothpaste on his breath.

“There aren’t any rules, Jungkook.”

Taehyung’s hand slid forward and tweaked the string of his hoodie before he gently pressed the tips of three fingers against Jungkook’s chest. He kept talking.

“There’s no script to follow. No right or wrong.”

Jungkook moved his hand to the inside of Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung sucked in a quiet breath.

“I wish there was,” Jungkook replied.

The tension was thick.

“If there was, we wouldn’t have moments like this.” Taehyung walked his fingers up Jungkook’s chest until he reached his neck, then – so gently he was barely touching – he slid them sideways under the hoodie, towards his shoulder.

They almost unconsciously leaned in toward each other, eyes locked. When their lips touched they both froze momentarily, overwhelmed by the intensity that had built up from the anticipation of this kiss.

Then Taehyung captured Jungkook’s mouth; opening it wider when his gentle push met no resistance. Taehyung’s hand moved to the back of Jungkook’s neck, holding him in place.

Jungkook was spellbound. He couldn’t get enough and his mind was clouded by an overpowering need for more. His body had never reacted so strongly towards anyone and he wondered if it was because Taehyung was the first boy he’d ever kissed. He’d been with plenty of girls before, but he’d been aware of his attraction to boys for years. Then suddenly the painful realisation hit that Taehyung is the only person that knows and he felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He broke the kiss and pulled away. Taehyung looked at him gently.

“I need a shower,” Jungkook whispered. He didn’t trust his voice any louder than that. He was pretty sure that Taehyung could see his tears.

“Okay,” Taehyung whispered back.

Taehyung was so patient, and Jungkook was extremely grateful for it.

 

Taehyung was reading in bed when he came out. The main light was out and Taehyung had switched on the small lamps next to their beds. Jungkook went straight to bed and turned out his light. Taehyung put his book down and turned his light off too. They lay in the dark, both aware the other was still awake.

“Tae?” Jungkook began quietly.

“Yes Kook?”

“What happens if we try this and it doesn’t work out?”

“We’ll deal with that if it happens.”

“What about if one of us wants more than the other one?”

“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”

“What if I do something you don’t like?”

“Let’s think of an example,” Taehyung said with a playful edge to his voice. “You might be lying in bed over there, thinking of me lying in bed over here. What’s stopping you from coming over?”

“I’d be worried that you might be tired and wanted to sleep; or maybe if we hadn’t talked much during the day that maybe you were annoyed at me or that you were having second thoughts?”

Taehyung got up and jumped on top of Jungkook playfully, fighting with the dark until he was straddling him and had his arms pushed above his head.

Jungkook laughed.

“And when I do this, how does it make you feel?”

Taehyung leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

“I like it.”

“So why do you think that I’d feel differently?” Taehyung sat up, but still held Jungkook’s arms locked in place. “You can show me affection Kook, I like it too. And since we’re roommates, we’ve got the perfect excuse to be alone in the privacy of our own space. I want you to be comfortable here; I want you to be yourself.”

Taehyung kissed him again, a little deeper this time.

“I don’t want to rush into anything, but if something happens and we both feel it and we both want it, then that’s okay too. Does that sound fair?”

Jungkook nodded. Despite the darkness he was sure Taehyung would know because he was still leaning over, their heads close.

“Just talk to me. About anything, at any time.” Taehyung let go of one of Jungkook’s hands and pushed the hair away from his forehead in a soothing motion. I really like you Kook, and I want to see if we can make this work. If that’s what you want too?”

“Yeah, I want this too.” Jungkook lifted his head and kissed Taehyung this time. He realised it was the first time that he’d made the move to kiss him. Taehyung let him lead the kiss and when he needed more air he pulled away with a slight moan.

“Now go to sleep and stop worrying,” Taehyung donged him on the nose with his finger.

Jungkook laughed, but before Taehyung could move away he grabbed his arms to stop him.

“Tae…”

“Yeah?”

“There’s something I should to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m going out with Mina tomorrow night.”

Taehyung stilled in Jungkook’s grasp. Jungkook rubbed his arms with his hands, trying to be soothing.

“You are?” Taehyung’s voice was quiet.

“It’s just as friends, I promise! Jimin organised it. I think it’s because he’s interested in Jeongyeon.”

“Jeongyeon? Really? I didn’t think she was interested in boys…” Taehyung’s voice became a bit more conversational.

“Wait. Really?”

“Maybe I’m wrong?”

“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow…”

“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know how it goes.” Taehyung leaned down and gave Jungkook a kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Kookie. I’m glad you told me about your date.”

“It’s not a date!”

Taehyung got up.

“Jungkook and Mina sitting in a tree…” Taehyung started singing a children’s rhyme about kissing.

“Taehyung stop it!” Jungkook pulled the covers up over his face.

“But it’s so much fun to tease you, Kookie, I can’t help myself,” Taehyung laughed.

 

Jungkook looked around as Jimin yelled loudly. Jimin and Jeongyeon were playing a car racing game together, which surprisingly Jeongyeon was very good at. Mina and Jungkook were having a drink break at a nearby table.

“She’s a natural, I think Jimin’s about to get his ass whipped!” Jungkook laughed.

“I won’t be surprised, arcade games are definitely her forte.”

Jungkook stared at his coke. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Taehyung has improved,” Mina commented.

“Sorry?”

“In the musical,” she clarified. “You two have only being working together for a week and I can see the improvement in Taehyung already.”

“Oh! That’s good then.” Jungkook looked towards Jimin, trying to distract the blush forming on his cheeks.

“Are you enjoying the sessions?”

“Yes, I am. I don’t usually like singing, but working with Taehyung has given me an insight to how rewarding singing can actually be.”

“You must have good rapport with him.”

“This has brought us closer, actually. We didn’t talk that much before.”

“Really? That’s surprising because at rehearsal last night his performance blew everyone away. And I’m pretty sure that working on it with you is the reason for that.”

“Um, I guess because we’re roommates he feels comfortable with me?” It was a poor attempt of an excuse.

“It takes more than that though. He’s been trying so hard to get this song right and I could tell he was tearing himself up over it. But you’ve helped him find the missing piece to his performance. To draw something so personal out of someone takes trust; he must trust you a lot.” Mina glanced at Jungkook quickly then looked away. Jungkook was grateful for it, he didn’t want to cope with her gaze right now. But despite the deep meaning behind her words that he wanted to avoid thinking about, Jungkook couldn’t stop the proud smile at hearing how much he’d helped.

Jimin and Jeongyeon came back from their game and joined them at the table.

“Not interrupting anything are we?” Jimin asked with a grin.

“No! We’re just talking about Taehyung,” Mina replied.

“How good was he at rehearsal last night, Mina!” Jeongyeon gushed. “The way he stared at you in Seventeen… I don’t know how you managed to finish the song, I would have melted on the spot.”

Mina laughed and looked pointedly at Jungkook, who was blushing again.

“That’s exactly what I just said to Jungkook, he’s improved a lot.”

“Aren’t you helping him with his lines, Jungkook?” Jimin asked him.

“Yeah, I am.”

Jeongyeon gave Jungkook an open mouth stare for a few seconds before looking at Mina. Jungkook saw them exchange a glance and took a nervous drink of his coke.

“We should do this again sometime,” Mina suggested. Mina was an expert at changing the subject exactly when Jungkook needed her to. He’d have to thank her for it one day.

“What do you think Jungkook, can you fit something into your busy schedule?” Jimin asked him with a smile.

“I have Sunday free?” Jungkook smiled at Jimin’s stunned expression because he agreed to it so quickly.

“Oh, we should watch Taehyung’s basketball game!” Mina said excitedly. “He was talking about it yesterday, how it’s going to be one of his hardest matches so far this season.”

“I’m not sure…” Jungkook started to say.

“That’s a perfect idea, Mina,” Jeongyeon cut in. “He was saying they want to get a big crowd there to help cheer them on.”

“It will be nice for you to come and support your roommate, Jungkook,” Mina looked directly at Jungkook, challenging him to say no.

“Yeah, okay,” Jungkook swallowed. Hopefully Taehyung wouldn’t think he was being clingy when he turned up to his game. Mina looked at him smugly and leaned closer to him.

“You won’t regret it, Jungkook, I promise,” she said quietly.

Jungkook looked at her. Was it just because he was feeling guilty, or did she actually suspect something? He forced a smile before they all stood up to go.

 

“What are you doing here?” It was only just after 10pm and Jungkook was shocked that Taehyung was at home when he got back. And not just home, but reading in bed; so he’d been there for a while. He was never home this early on a Friday night.

“Hello Jungkook.” Taehyung peered at him over the top of his glasses. Jungkook realised he was being rude.

“Sorry. Hello Taehyung.” He paused for a moment and smiled before asking again in a playful voice. “What are you doing here?” Jungkook walked over to his own bed and sat down watching Taehyung.

Taehyung kept looking at his book, but Jungkook could tell he was trying not to smile.

“I’m reading, what does it look like.”

“Is Yoongi sick or something? You’re usually out with him on Friday.”

“If you must know, I didn’t feel like going out tonight.”

“You’re not sick are you?” Jungkook was genuinely concerned. He went over to Taehyung and put his hand on his forehead to check for a temperature.

“No, I’m not sick.”

Jungkook sat on the edge of Taehyung’s bed and watched Taehyung pretend to keep reading.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung looked at Jungkook before putting his book down.

“How was your date?”

“Yeah, it was good – Oh!” Jungkook grinned. “Taehyung…”

“What?”

“Are you home because I went out with Mina tonight?”

“No! What makes you think I’d be home because of that?”

Jungkook leaned over and grabbed Taehyung’s hands.

“You are, aren’t you! If it was you out with someone else, I’d be stressed.” Jungkook grinned until he saw Taehyung’s expression fall, then he stopped. He kept holding one of Taehyung’s hands but moved so he was kneeling on the floor so he could get closer to his face. He leaned over.

“Do you want to hear about my date?” he asked him softly.

“I’m not sure. Do I?” Taehyung pouted.

“Yeah, you do.” Jungkook explained everything. In detail. As he talked Taehyung relaxed and even started asking him questions. When it came to the end Jungkook told him that he was worried that Mina suspected something. Taehyung considered it.

“I’ve known Mina for a long time and she’s really nice. So I think even if she did suspect something she wouldn’t do anything that would hurt us. But she can’t know for sure if there’s something actually going on, so as long as we’re careful we’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“So you had fun tonight then?” Taehyung played with Jungkook’s knuckles.

“Yeah, it was fun.” Jungkook watched Taehyung carefully. “So much fun the four of us are going to do something together on Sunday.”

“You’re going out again?” Taehyung pouted. Jungkook couldn’t resist giving him a quick kiss and was rewarded with a small smile.

“Yes, and you’ll never guess where Mina wanted to go.”

“Where?”

“Your basketball game.”

“You’re taking Mina on a date to my basketball game?” Taehyung looked shocked. Jungkook nodded.

“She wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially because you said you wanted to get a big crowd there.”

“Damn.”

“Is it okay if we come? I can call it off if you don’t want me there.”

“Why wouldn’t I want you there?” Taehyung’s expression turned thoughtful. “Maybe you can wait for me after and meet Yoongi?”

“Can I?” For some reason that made Jungkook excited.

“Yeah.” Taehyung looked at him softly before reaching up to rub his thumb across Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook’s heart picked up its pace as he watched Taehyung lick across his bottom lip with his tongue. His eyes flicked up to Taehyung’s. His look was all it took for Jungkook to surge forward and press their lips together. The kiss became heated quickly and Jungkook felt his body responding. Eventually Taehyung pulled him closer which caused his groin to hit against the side of the bed. The unexpected friction made him gasp into the kiss. He pulled back, embarrassed, burying his head on Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung gently carded his hand through Jungkook’s hair.

“I’m so ridiculous, Taehyung, seriously. You’d think it was my first time the way I’m acting.”

“It kind of is, isn’t it? First time with a boy?”

Jungkook nodded, face still hidden. “Have you been any with boys before?”

“Just one. But we had a kind of ongoing relationship, so while we weren’t officially dating we ended up pretty comfortable with each other.”

“And you don’t sleep together anymore?”

“No, he’s with someone else now.”

Jungkook lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. “I’ve got a track meet tomorrow. I’m leaving at 7am.”

“You should go to bed, save your energy for winning your races.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook gave Taehyung an affectionate kiss. “Thanks for being so understanding.”

“That’s okay, there’s no rush.” Taehyung squeezed Jungkook’s hand as he stood up to get ready for bed.

 

Taehyung was still asleep when Jungkook left the next morning.

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Jungkook sipped his second beer slowly while he watched a movie on his laptop. He hadn’t felt like going out so told Jimin he was going to have an early night. Which was true, but he’d been hoping Taehyung would be home. No surprise when he wasn’t, though.

Jungkook yawned as the movie finished. He drained the last of his beer as he stood up to pack away his laptop. It was 11pm and still no sign of Taehyung so there was no point waiting up any longer. After brushing his teeth, he turned off all the lights apart from Taehyung’s lamp and crawled into bed. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

He vaguely registered when Taehyung came home. He wasn’t noisy so he didn’t seem that drunk. After about ten minutes the light flicked off. Thirty seconds later Taehyung crawled into bed with Jungkook.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Are you cold again?”

“No, I’m hot.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“You don’t think I’m hot?”

Jungkook chuckled.

“Yes… I do think you’re hot.”

“I knew it.”

“I’m tired.”

“How did the meet go today?”

“It was good.”

“Did you come second?”

Jungkook chuckled again.

“No, I didn’t.”

“That’s good then.” Taehyung leaned over and kissed Jungkook on the cheek. Jungkook turned his back to Taehyung who let out a contented sigh.

 

Jungkook woke later to Taehyung’s lips lightly grazing the back of his neck. He gasped quietly as a shiver coursed through him. He pushed back slightly into the caress and felt Taehyung freeze for a moment before sliding his hand up Jungkook’s back and slowly pulling his top off his right shoulder. Taehyung kissed the bare skin near his neck gently. Jungkook could barely breathe. That is until Taehyung latched onto him and sucked hard enough to leave a bruise.

Jungkook jolted forward and Taehyung laughed quietly.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, no-one will see it there but me.”

“Hmmm.” Jungkook stretched. “Have you even been to sleep?”

“No, I can’t sleep.”

“Why not?” Jungkook rolled onto his back and Taehyung put his arm over Jungkook’s waist.

“I’m distracted.” Taehyung gently stroked Jungkook’s side with his fingers.

Jungkook brought his left arm up and ran his hand along Taehyung’s bicep and around the back of his neck. He pulled him down until their lips met. Taehyung kissed him hungrily and moved until he was half lying on top of Jungkook. Jungkook could feel how hard Taehyung was when he pressed up against his hip. Taehyung gasped, but there was no sign of embarrassment, not like when Jungkook had done it. Jungkook realised how hot it was that Taehyung had made that sound because of him.

Jungkook stuck his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth, who met it with his own. Their kisses became sloppier and Jungkook just wanted more. Taehyung threw the covers back and ran his hand up Jungkook’s inner thigh, before pressing onto his groin.

“Fuck!” Jungkook gasped at the heat that coursed through him. Taehyung started massaging him through his shorts, kissing and licking at his neck. Jungkook bucked his hips up into Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung pulled at the waistband of his shorts.

“Can I?”

“Yeah…”

Taehyung sat up and pulled off Jungkook’s shorts, then removed his own top. Jungkook took the opportunity to take his top off as well.

“Kook?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I turn on the lamp?”

“What?”

“I want to see you.”

“Shit. Okay.” Jungkook was torn between being embarrassed and finding that extremely hot. And to be honest, he was keen to see Taehyung as well.

Taehyung reached over and flicked on the lamp then lay down next to him, leaning up on his elbow. Taehyung ran his hand through Jungkook’s fringe before leaning down and kissing him slowly. Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung’s waist and melted into the kiss. It was a kiss full of passion and desire, but also patience and Jungkook felt it all the way down to his toes. He pulled Taehyung closer needing to feel more of him. Taehyung broke the kiss.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? At any time.”

Jungkook nodded.

“You promise? You’ll tell me straight away?”

“I promise.”

Taehyung kissed him once more before scattering random kisses down his neck to his chest. He licked a stripe to his nipple which he teased with his tongue to get it thoroughly wet before blowing cold air onto it. Jungkook sucked in a breath at the contrasting sensations assaulting this very sensitive spot. Taehyung kept teasing the erect nipple as his hand moved across Jungkook’s toned stomach and down to his painfully hard cock. Taehyung murmured appreciatively as he fisted his hand up and down the stiff length. Jungkook thrusted involuntarily until Taehyung moved down the bed and placed his left arm across Jungkook’s hips, pinning him down.

“Are we good, Kookie?” Taehyung asked, looking up at Jungkook before going any further.

Jungkook nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me.”

Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at Taehyung who hovered above his erection. Fuck he looked so good. Jungkook wanted this so bad.

“Use your voice, Kook. You okay?”

“Yeah. M’good. Keep going. Please.” Jungkook could barely string the words together. Taehyung smiled and Jungkook watched as he licked up his length. Fuck! Jungkook slammed his head onto the bed and tried to push up, but Taehyung held him too tight. Jungkook let out a moan of wanton desire and pulled at the sheet beneath him with his hands.

Taehyung obviously took this as a signal to get serious because he took a firm grasp and pumped once, running his thumb into Jungkook’s slit that was wet with pre-cum before opening his mouth wide and taking most of him inside. Jungkook gasped, breathing totally gone. Taehyung’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked.

Taehyung set up a steady rhythm, fisting around the base and up as he sucked and worked his tongue. All the while his fingers pressed against Jungkook’s shaft, squeezing rhythmically and building him closer and closer to his peak.

“Tae, I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook groaned.

“Do it, baby.”

When Taehyung called him baby, the heat pooling in his groin released and he came hard as Taehyung swallowed. Jungkook panted his way through the rush and then he moaned softly with the aftershocks.

“Fuck. Tae…” he breathed in awe.

Taehyung moved up the bed and pushed the hair off Jungkook’s sweaty face, then he leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook felt a faint arousal stirring again when he tasted himself on Taehyung’s lips.

As they kissed Taehyung thrust against Jungkook’s thigh and Jungkook could feel how hard he still was. Jungkook pushed Taehyung onto his back grabbed hold of him. Taehyung let out a broken breath at the sudden contact. Jungkook started to jerk him off, setting a quick pace. Jungkook watched his face as it contorted when Taehyung threw his head back and moaned. Jungkook was mesmerised knowing that he could do this to Taehyung, none of the girls he’d been with before had ever let themselves go like this.

“Close Kook. Feel so good.”

Jungkook kept pumping as he moved down and bit Taehyung’s nipple roughly before flicking it with his tongue. Taehyung came all over his stomach with a loud guttural grunt. Jungkook moved up and they both stared at each other, faces flushed with the rush of what they’d just done. Taehyung ran his hands up Jungkook’s back as Jungkook dipped his head down to kiss him softly.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked him.

Jungkook smiled.

“Do you really have to ask me that?”

“Just checking,” Taehyung shrugged.

“That’s really sweet, Taehyung.”

Taehyung smiled shyly at him for a second before getting up and walking into the bathroom to clean himself up. He came out a few minutes later with a warm, damp cloth for Jungkook, even though he didn’t have much mess on him at all.

Then he stood by the bed, hesitating.

“Sleep here.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung looked unconvinced.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just don’t get distracted again because you need sleep before your game tomorrow.” Taehyung picked up his phone with a slight frown.

“It’s 4am so I’ll get about 4 hours sleep. I’ve had less.” Taehyung flicked off the lamp before climbing into bed and lying on his back. Jungkook rolled over, pulled his blanket over them and cuddled into Taehyung, laying his head on his shoulder. Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and kissed the top of his head gently.

“Good night Kook.”

“Night Tae.”

 

Taehyung had been up for around an hour before Jungkook got out of bed to go to the bathroom. They’d been chatting about trivial things and just lazily enjoying the morning. Nothing had been said about last night’s activities, but it didn’t need to be. Jungkook was comfortable and happy.

As Jungkook came out of the bathroom Taehyung was walking past. He reached up his hand, almost instinctively and trailed it across Jungkook’s stomach. Jungkook felt a buzz at the touch and he senses went on alert. He grabbed Taehyung’s hand before it could drop down and they both froze, staring into each other’s eyes.

Jungkook could see the wave of desire cross Taehyung’s face. Taehyung flattened his hand and pushed Jungkook back against the bathroom door before placing his hands either side of Jungkook’s head, caging him.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked coyly.

“To be honest, I don’t actually know,” Taehyung’s gaze told Jungkook something different though.

“I think I like this more than I should…”

“Fuck,” Taehyung whispered under his breath.

Jungkook suddenly grabbed Taehyung’s arms and swapped their positions, pressing him into the door with his hips to hold him in place as he ran his hands up Taehyung’s sides and onto his chest, brazenly feeling him up.

Their lips slammed together and they kissed hard, one of Taehyung’s hands fisting in Jungkook’s hair and the other on his ass.

Taehyung’s phone rang.

The broke apart, breathing heavily.

“That’ll be Yoongi.” Taehyung glanced towards the phone. “Here to pick me up.”

“You’d better go then,” Jungkook said, throwing Taehyung his sexiest look.

“Yeah… fuck.” Taehyung kissed him again, hungrily.

“I’ll see you out there later.”

“Oh yeah. Your date.” Taehyung’s expression fell.

“You know it’s not a date, right? We’re just going there as friends. The four of us.”

“I know. I still don’t have to like it.” Taehyung ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair, playing with it.

“You’ll join us though, won’t you?”

“Yes. I’ll come out after the game’s finished.”

“Good. You’d better go. Yoongi’s waiting.” Jungkook slapped Taehyung on the ass before pushing him out the door.

 

Taehyung’s team was playing well, with Yoongi by far the player of the match; despite his small size, he was fast and confident. Jungkook was having a good time, the crowd was vocal so it was easy to get wrapped up in the atmosphere; and the added bonus was he could watch Taehyung. To be honest he hadn’t taken his eyes off him for most of the match.

The third quarter had been going for about 5 minutes when Taehyung dislocated his finger. Jungkook went to stand up as soon as he saw his ring finger pointed backwards but he stopped when Mina put a restraining hand on his leg.

“He’ll be okay, Jungkook,” she said quietly.

“It looks painful,” Jungkook sat on the edge of his chair.

Yoongi went over to Taehyung and put his finger back into place. Jungkook watched Taehyung move it around a bit before continuing on with the game until the coach could sub him off. The manager then taped his fingers together and he sat the rest of the quarter out.

 

After the game, they grabbed a soda each and Jimin led them to a table in the food court set up outside the gym. Jungkook worried about there only being four chairs and hoped Taehyung would find a spare chair to bring over when he eventually came out. Mina sat on Jungkook’s left with Jimin on his right.

“Taehyung plays well,” Jimin commented to him.

“Yeah, he does. Yoongi’s good too,” Jungkook replied.

“Have you met Yoongi before?”

“Not yet, but I think Taehyung’s going to bring him out today.”

“Taehyung’s meeting us?” Jimin sounded surprised.

“Yeah, he thought since we were making an effort to come to the game that he’d come out and say hello to Mina and Jeongyeon afterwards.” Jungkook felt happy with the good save.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re in the play together aren’t you?” Jimin struck up a conversation with Jeongyeon about the play. Jungkook noticed Mina watching him.

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“You told Taehyung about us coming here today?” Mina had a slightly teasing look on her face.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason, of course you would.”

Jungkook looked up to see Taehyung and Yoongi walking towards them. They’d both had a shower and looked relaxed after their win. Jungkook noticed that Taehyung was tall and Yoongi was short, which reminded him of himself and Jimin. Taehyung looked up and gave him a smile as they made eye contact, then they came and stood by the table. Mina jumped up and moved her chair closer to Jungkook.

“Taehyung, you can sit here if you like, I’m just going to the bathroom.” Then she left. Taehyung took the offered chair while Yoongi found a spare chair at the table next to theirs. Taehyung introduced Yoongi to everyone. Jungkook thought Yoongi gave him an extra-long glance as they were introduced, probably because he was Taehyung’s roommate.

“How’s your finger?” Jungkook asked Taehyung.

“It’s okay, I think there’s a bruise coming out already though,” Taehyung held his hand out to show Jungkook his finger that was still taped to the finger beside it to hold it in place. Jungkook reached out and gently touched the tips of Taehyung’s fingers with his own, as if to hold his sore fingers up. At the contact his chest constricted and he shot his eyes up to meet Taehyung’s and they shared a fleeting glance before Jungkook quickly removed his hand and sat up straight in his chair. As he did, he noticed Yoongi watching them with a smirk on his face.

Taehyung went to stand up when Mina came back, but she indicated for him to stay sitting and she sat on Jungkook’s lap instead, facing Taehyung. Jungkook froze and looked quickly at Jimin who was laughing behind his hand at him. Mina didn’t seem bothered at all though and started talking about the game with Taehyung and Yoongi. He suddenly realised Mina was talking to him so he leaned over so he could hear better.

“Sorry?”

“I was just saying we should do this again.” Then Mina made a slight squealing noise and covered her mouth with her hand. She was staring at Jungkook with wide eyes. She then looked at Taehyung then back at Jungkook.

“I knew it!” she whispered excitedly, only loud enough for Jungkook and Taehyung to hear. She pulled up Jungkook’s collar and then put her hand right over the hickey. Jungkook had thought the collar of his t-shirt would be enough to cover it, but apparently it had been revealed as he leaned over.

Jungkook’s stomach dropped and felt sick. He locked eyes with Taehyung.

“Mina!” Taehyung said it quietly but he was livid.

“Jungkook? It’s okay…” Taehyung leaned closer and whispered softly to him. Jungkook’s eyes hadn’t left Taehyung’s because if he moved he was going to cry. She knew. Without a doubt, she knew and she wasn’t supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to know.

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Mina stood up, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and pulling him away. He didn’t have the energy to resist and to be honest wanted to get away from the table before he embarrassed himself in front of his friends. He vaguely registered Taehyung attempting to follow and Yoongi stopping him, but that was just a blur.

Mina pulled him through the food court and down a corridor, then she pushed open an emergency exit door - that thankfully wasn’t alarmed - and took him outside to an empty alley at the side of the building.

Jungkook leaned up against the brick wall and slid down until he was hunched on the ground. His breath was coming in short bursts. Mina squatted in front of him.

“Jungkook, please breathe. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook took a deep breath in an attempt to gain some control but didn’t look at Mina. He couldn’t. Thankfully Mina didn’t try to touch him, because he sure as hell didn’t want to be touched right now. Mina sat down on the concrete next to him, looking at the grey brick wall of the building opposite them. She talked.

“You know, I think one of the hardest parts of growing up is understanding that people actually have so many things in common. We all may look, act and think differently. But deep inside everyone wants to be loved, everyone gets scared, everyone is afraid of judgement, everyone wants to be accepted for who they are and most people act irrationally when put on the spot. Everyone wants to be perfect, but they then try to fit perfection into a box that someone else has labelled. How can someone be perfect when everyone has a different idea of what perfect is?

“The best that you can do is find your own perfection. We need to love ourselves. To accept us for who we are, and not to place judgement on ourselves. When you’re happy with yourself, other people’s opinions don’t matter so much.

Jungkook found her words comforting and it made him realise he wasn’t happy with himself. He did care about what others thought. He was scared to be different even though it was hurting him. And he was hurting his friends by hiding it, because he wasn’t being honest. Hell, he already thought Jimin suspected so why couldn’t he just admit it?

Jungkook watched Mina as she looked down the alley towards the road. There were a few people walking past.

“Just think about this; when you look at other people, do you care much about them?” Mina asked rhetorically. “Do you ever look at someone and condemn them for their look, their body shape, their gender?” Mina looked back at Jungkook. “You might notice these things. You might notice and be happy that you are different in one way or another, but to call someone out for being different is just a cover for our own feelings of self-doubt.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that we need diversity and our own opinions and blatant disregard for sheep.”

“What?” Jungkook interrupted her with a laugh. It broke the tension he was hanging onto and he let it go. Mina laughed with him.

“You know, being a sheep and following the pack… conformity.” Mina gave him a soft smile. “I guess all I’m saying is that if you take the time to really think about who you are and accept that within yourself, then you’ll be surprised at how easily those who love you accept it about you too.”

Jungkook sighed. “I wish it were that easy.”

“Look, when it comes down to it, you don’t have an obligation to tell anyone anything. You don’t have to come out to anyone, you don’t have to hold up a banner and announce it. You don’t need anyone else to approve or give you permission. You just have to tell yourself; be happy within yourself and accept it in your own heart. The rest will come naturally and in its own time.” Mina leaned over and put her hand on Jungkook’s knee.

“I was so excited because I suspected it already and I was so happy for you. I knew from the moment Taehyung sang at the rehearsal last Thursday that he suddenly understood how to interpret the lust and desire in that song; and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He put it all in that rehearsal and he sure as hell wasn’t singing it to me. I’m just sorry I didn’t realise you were still working things out. It was insensitive of me. But I want you to know that I will do anything I can to support you, in whatever way you need it. Even if it’s to help cover it up until you’re ready.”

Jungkook’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the message from Jimin.

PJ: Are you okay? What’s going on?

JJ: Yeah, we’re coming

Jungkook looked at Mina.

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

Mina smiled at him. “Promise me you’ll be happy?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that. We’d better go back in, they’re getting worried.”

As they walked back to the table together Taehyung got up and came towards them. Jungkook started overthinking before he even got there. How was he going to explain all this to Taehyung? It wasn’t a conversation he could have right now.

“Not now, Taehyung,” he said to him quietly before walking around him to his seat. Taehyung stood there with his back to everyone for a few seconds before walking off.

“Seriously?” Yoongi gave him a harsh look before standing up and speaking to the others.

“It’s been nice meeting everyone, Taehyung and I have to go grab the rest of our stuff from the gym. We’ll catch you later.” He picked up both his and Taehyung’s bags and went after Taehyung.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Where did you two go?” Jimin asked, he seemed really confused and Jungkook didn’t blame him.

“Oh it’s embarrassing really,” Mina started. “I suddenly realised that I’d made things really awkward for Jungkook by sitting on his lap without asking permission and I wanted to apologise in private.” Jungkook decided that acting was definitely the right career choice for her.

Jimin raised his eyebrows at him.

“You know I’m shy!” Jungkook retorted, which made the others laugh.

They all got up to leave then and Jimin dropped the girls off to their dorm. When they were alone in the car, Jimin turned to Jungkook.

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been distant with me all week. Even more than usual.” Jimin looked out the front window of his car. “You’ve got closer with Taehyung.”

“Yeah, I guess I have.” But even though Jungkook knew he needed to tell him what was going on, he needed to talk to Taehyung first.

“I don’t mind you having new friends but don’t shut me out, okay?”

“Shut you out?”

“I just…” Jimin sighed. “I feel like he’s replacing me. He came and sat with you and you were all worried about him because of his finger and then he was stressed out the whole time you were gone with Mina. Like he knew what was going on but I had no clue. He just kept watching for you and Mina to come back and didn’t even talk to us.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. Lucky Yoongi was there. Actually he’s really nice. I hope we get to hang out again.”

“Hold up; are you jealous of my friendship with Taehyung?”

“Maybe…” Jimin fidgeted with his fingers on the steering wheel.

Jungkook laughed. Jimin glared.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yeah it is. I’m not replacing you as my best friend, you dork.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now take me home dumbass.”

 

Taehyung was sitting at the table with an icepack on his finger when Jungkook came in. He gave Jungkook a quick glance before looking away. A cold cup of tea sat in front of him.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked him, sitting in the seat opposite.

“Are you?”

They stared at each other, neither backing down. Jungkook swallowed.

“I asked you first.”

“Not really.” Taehyung gave a fake half-smile and looked out the window. “It hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t respond.

“Yoongi knows too, doesn’t he?”

“Yes. He’s my best friend and he’s very perceptive. Besides, I thought we were actually getting somewhere.”

“We were.” Jungkook looked at Taehyung. “We are.”

“Are we?”

“I’m trying, Taehyung.”

Taehyung sighed before standing up and grabbed a bag off his bed that Jungkook hadn’t noticed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to stay at Yoongi’s tonight. I think we can both use some space.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to stare out the window. He steeled his face, tears threatening. Taehyung walked to the door.

“Tae…?” Taehyung paused. “I’ll be at the studio tomorrow night if you want to come.”

Taehyung walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

He was alone. Painfully alone. Taehyung could talk to Yoongi, he was going to Yoongi to be comforted by him, to talk things through, to be distracted. Jungkook looked out the window, listening to his ragged breaths as they sliced into the oppressive silence and tried to ignore every tear that dripped down his face.

 

Jungkook didn’t sleep well and woke up late. He felt like he’d been running to catch up all day and he kept making mistakes in dance class.

“You don’t look so good, Jungkook. Are you feeling okay?” Hoseok put his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and looked into his eyes with concern.

“Yeah.” Jungkook really wasn’t okay.

“Maybe you should go home?”

“No!” Hoseok actually jumped at the force behind Jungkook’s response. “Sorry Hobi. No, I’m good. Don’t worry about it.” Jimin was watching from the other side of the room, but he’d kept his distance today.

“All right. If you’re sure...” Hoseok didn’t believe him, but Jungkook didn’t care right now. He had to stay in case Taehyung came.

 

After dance, Jungkook tried to distract himself as he waited. He grabbed his towel and wiped away the sweat; changed his t-shirt; had a drink of water; checked the stereo and the USB.

Taehyung was twenty minutes late and there was still no sign of him.

Jungkook put his back against the wall and slid down slowly, legs bent up. He didn’t want to go home if Taehyung wouldn’t talk to him and he couldn’t face another night alone. Jungkook grabbed the sweat towel and held it over his face. He took a shaky breath and tried to stop the tears from falling. He kept the towel on his face and put his head on his knees. He was so tired and he didn’t know what else to do.

The door opened. He didn’t want to know if it was Taehyung, because if it wasn’t it would be worse. The person didn’t speak but came over and sat down against the wall next to him. Their arms brushed together. Jungkook still didn’t look.

“Don’t cry.” Taehyung’s voice was so quiet, so deep. Jungkook’s heart stuttered.

“I fucked everything up.” He spoke into the towel.

“No you didn’t.”

“Sure feels like it.”

Taehyung put his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and pulled him over so Jungkook’s head rested on his chest. Jungkook just let it happen. He wiped his face with the towel and threw it aside. He put his hand on Taehyung’s stomach, playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is my fault!” Jungkook sat up and looked at Taehyung. He actually didn’t look that great either. “If I hadn’t reacted like that when Mina saw the hickey, then none of this would have happened.”

“But I gave you the hickey in the first place.”

“Well I should have covered it up better. It’s not as if I minded that you gave me a hickey.” Jungkook swallowed. “I like it,” he finished in a small voice.

“You do?” Taehyung’s expression lifted. Jungkook nodded with a pout.

“Are you going to let me take any of the blame for this?” Taehyung asked him with the tiniest smile on his face.

“No.” Jungkook was still pouting, but he felt so much better already.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Taehyung reached his hand up and caressed Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook put his hand over Taehyung’s so he couldn’t take it away.

“No. Did you?”

“Not really. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” A tear trickled out of Jungkook’s eye. Taehyung wiped it away with his thumb. “So much.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I should have stayed with you last night.” Taehyung moved closer and touched his forehead to Jungkook’s. Two more tears fell. Taehyung kissed them away. Jungkook took a shaky breath.

“Were you okay?” Taehyung whispered.

He shook his head: no.

“You could have called me, or sent me a text.”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to.”

“Would you have liked it if I’d sent you a message?”

Jungkook nodded: yes.

“So why did you think that I wouldn’t like it?”

“You were mad at me.” Jungkook spoke in his tiniest voice.

“I wasn’t really.” Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s nose. “I just wanted to take care of you after basketball and I couldn’t. And you didn’t want me to.”

“I did, Tae. I really did.”

“Did it help when you talked to Mina?”

“Yeah. She’s so nice.”

“Nicer than me?”

“No. Why would you say that?” Jungkook pouted again.

“You were on a date with her. Then you disappeared and you were gone for so long. I was starting to think that…” Taehyung dropped his head a little, “…that maybe you kissed her because you wanted to prove to her that you weren’t with me.”

Jungkook whipped his head up and stared at Taehyung.

“What the hell, Tae? No! I would never. I thought you understood that I don’t like Mina like that!”

“Yeah but you don’t have to like someone to kiss them.”

“I do!” Jungkook shuddered as if shaking off the thought. “Among other stuff, we talked about you, actually.”

“About me?”

“She said that she knew about us from Thursday night when you sang at rehearsal. Apparently you nailed the lust and desire in the song,” Jungkook teased Taehyung.

“Lust and desire?” Taehyung blushed and looked away. “Why would she say that!”

Jungkook ruffled Taehyung’s hair playfully.

“Don’t be embarrassed, she seemed impressed.”

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook through his eyelashes, then he pouted. Jungkook swallowed, thrown off guard by how cute he looked.

Taehyung seemed to sense the shift in Jungkook’s mood because he held the eye contact as he turned his shoulders towards him. Taehyung’s lips were so tantalisingly close. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward, connecting their lips together softly. Taehyung pushed into the kiss and Jungkook responded, accepting the challenge. Lust and desire, Mina had said, and Jungkook could feel it. Feel it in Taehyung’s kiss, in his grip as Taehyung’s left arm slid down his back and applied soft pressure into his waist; in his right hand that went to Jungkook’s neck and toyed with his nape. And Jungkook gave it all back.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung whispered as they pulled apart, eyes hooded; wanting. He pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth. His eyes burned.

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung, his expression not hiding anything either.

“Let’s go home.”

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The kisses were getting sloppy as Taehyung massaged their erections together. They panted into each other’s mouths, gasping as they got closer to climax. Jungkook was almost there but when he felt the first pulse of Taehyungs orgasm it was so intensely erotic it tipped him hard over the edge too. He mouthed at Taehyung’s neck as he came down from his high.

“Wow…” Jungkook muttered as he flopped down on top of Taehyung’s chest, fully satisfied.

“You liked that, huh?” Taehyung was teasing.

“Yeah. I like everything you do with me.”

“That’s good, because I like doing things with you.”

“This is not what I expected at all,” Jungkook smiled, deep in thought.

“What part?”

“All of it. The way I feel about you emotionally. The way you make me feel physically. You. It’s like I’m in a dream.”

Taehyung pinched him.

“Ow! I guess I asked for that.”

“No regrets then?”

“Oh my god, no! I can’t believe I’ve been having sex with girls for years and didn’t realise it wasn’t that great.”

“So I’m the best you’ve ever had then?” Taehyung ran his hand up Jungkook’s back. It was comforting.

“By a long, long way. And we haven’t even had sex yet.”

“So you’re okay? We’re all good now?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. I guess having that stupid moment yesterday made me realise a few things.”

“Like…?”

“That I need to accept who I am.”

“That you like boys?”

“That I like you.”

“Do you find boys or girls more attractive?”

“I’m not sure. Right now I’m attracted to you. I’ve never been attracted to anyone else like this.” Jungkook traced his fingers over Taehyung’s bare chest. “In the past I’ve met pretty girls and I got hard and I had no problem having sex and all that, but I find Jimin attractive too, always have. I’ve never really thought about him to the point that he’s made me hard but then I’ve never let my mind go there. And I’ve never been with another boy before, so I can’t compare you to anyone.”

“Trust me, there is no comparison.”

“I’d call you out on that except right now I think it might be true.” Jungkook laughed.

“So you’re not stressed about anything?”

“No. I’m not stressed about anything intimate between us, if that’s what you mean. And it’s actually nice not having to worry about whether I make you cum or not.”

“Has that been a problem for you?”

“Well, with girls there was always this doubt in the back of mind. It seemed unfair that it was so blatantly obvious when I came, but I had no clue about them.”

Taehyung chuckled.

“I never had a serious girlfriend and I was too shy to ever talk to them about it.” Jungkook continued. “I actually felt pretty awkward about sex, to be honest.”

“Do you think it’s going to be better with me?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook.

“I’m 100% confident of that,” Jungkook smiled and pecked a kiss on Taehyung’s chest.

“There’s no rush, you know.”

Jungkook nodded.

“Just let me know. Anytime, anywhere.” Taehyung was smiling, Jungkook could tell by his voice.

“You’ll be the first to know.”

“I certainly hope so!” Taehyung reached over and smacked Jungkook firmly on his bare arse.

Jungkook flicked his eyes up to Taehyung’s as a low, satisfied noise escaped his throat.

Taehyung froze, watching Jungkook transition from playful bunny to sex-god in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, Kookie,” he breathed. “I didn’t even mean it like that!” Taehyung leaned towards Jungkook and kissed him; just a short kiss but their mouths pressed together firmly, appreciating the moment. “I really don’t know why you were ever worried about being inadequate in bed, there’s nothing lacking in your game.”

“I think it’s got a lot to do with you, I’m even surprising myself.” Jungkook shrugged.

“I think that when the time comes, sex is going to be very, very good with you.” Taehyung stroked his fingers along Jungkook’s back, a playful smile on his face.

“No pressure or anything…” Jungkook looked worried.

“Trust me, babe, we’re going to be great.” Taehyung gave him a quick squeeze before pushing him backwards. “But right now, we need a shower…”

 

After a long shower of playing around again, they were both tired and satisfied. Jungkook yawned and snuggled closer to Taehyung.

“I’m going to get hot if we sleep like this,” Taehyung commented.

Jungkook immediately turned his back to Taehyung and scooted away to give him some space. Taehyung grabbed him around the waist and pulled him until he was lying across Taehyung, both of them looking up at the ceiling.

“Needy baby,” Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s cheek and squeezed him tightly. “I didn’t mean you had to move, I was just saying I’d get hot eventually.” Taehyung wasn’t letting him go anytime soon, so Jungkook relaxed and let his head rest on Taehyung. Jungkook’s face was just below Taehyung’s and Taehyung was resting his cheek against the side of Jungkook’s forehead.

“I like you, Tae.” Jungkook wrapped his arms over Taehyung’s as they held him.

“I like you too, babe.”

“How do you feel about people knowing about us now?”

“Well, Yoongi and Namjoon already know.”

“Oh, so much for not telling anyone!” Jungkook joked, then he twitched as Taehyung poked his fingers into his ribs.

“I didn’t actually say anything, they guessed I was interested in someone and I just confirmed it. I actually think Namjoon knew there was something starting even before I did. But they won’t tell anyone, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I want to tell Jimin.”

“I want you to tell Jimin.”

“I was so alone last night. I knew you had Yoongi, and I was happy that you did, but I had nobody to talk to.”

“Baby… I’m sorry.” Taehyung rocked him gently.

“Mina is the only person I’ve spoken to about us and I didn’t want to go to her after she’d already helped me out so much. And I didn’t really want to be so vulnerable in front of her.

“Tell Jimin.”

“How?”

“However it comes naturally. It will be right as long as you’re sincere. You’ll feel a whole lot better when you get it off your chest.”

Taehyung pushed Jungkook back onto the bed and leaned up on his elbow, looking down at Jungkook’s face. He ran his hand down Jungkook’s cheek and leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips, twice.

“Let’s get some sleep.” Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s fringe away from his face before reaching to turn off the lamp.

 

Jungkook was heading towards Jimin the next day at lunch when he saw Taehyung talking with Mina. Mina caught his eye and gestured for him to come over.

“Hi Mina, Tae. How are rehearsals going?” Jungkook gave Taehyung a slightly longer glance than was necessary. Taehyung responded by putting his arm casually over Jungkook’s shoulders, leaning on him slightly. It was all perfectly normal until Taehyung’s fingers started softly stroking the side of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s insides shivered and he pressed into Taehyung a bit harder.

“Good!” Mina replied with a knowing smile, she was fully aware of what Taehyung was doing. “We’re just putting together the finishing touches now. We’ve only a few weeks til opening night, but we’re still doing a bit of work on Dead Girl Walking.” Mina looked pointedly at Taehyung.

“Mina…” Taehyung’s voice was a warning.

“What’s Dead Girl Walking?”

“It’s another one of our duets. I really think Taehyung needs to practice it a bit more. You’d help him, wouldn’t you Jungkook?” She looked completely serious as she asked Jungkook, but he could tell he was missing something.

“Sure.”

“No, you really don’t have to, I hardly have any lines in it.” Taehyung was shaking his head, clearly tense.

“But you have such a big acting part in it.” Mina countered. “And you two did so well with Seventeen, I’m looking forward to seeing how much improvement you can make with Dead Girl Walking.” Mina gave Taehyung a satisfied nod, effectively ending the conversation and she walked off with a smug smile.

“Tae…” Jungkook kept his voice quiet. “What’s the deal with Dead Girl Walking?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“You know I’ll just search it if you don’t tell me.”

“Fuck.” Taehyung said before looking at Jungkook with a worried frown. “It’s the scene where Mina and I have sex.”

Jungkook stepped back and faced Taehyung. Taehyung’s arm flopped down abruptly.

“You have a sex scene with Mina?” He was in shock.

“It’s not real sex, babe, don’t worry.”

“I know it’s not real sex, but that’s not the point! You have to pretend you’re having sex with Mina. On stage. In front of an audience.” Jungkook was whispering loudly, trying not to let anyone overhear them.

“Yeah…” Taehyung was watching Jungkook carefully. Jungkook breathed deeply as he thought it through.

“How does it work?” Jungkook’s voice had shifted slightly. “What do you have to do?” He licked his bottom lip as a thrill of excitement went through him at the thought of practicing a sex scene with Taehyung.

Taehyung opened his eyes wide.

“I can’t believe you!” Taehyung let out a chuckle and gave his head a shake. “Fine, I’ll show you tomorrow night. But don’t worry about learning it because Mina pretty much has all the words.”

“Okay.”

“Oh… and I think we should practice this one in our room.” Taehyung winked at Jungkook and walked off with a smile.

Jungkook smiled too as he watched him go, wondering what he was in store for with this song. Then he walked over to Jimin. Their lunch break was half over already and Jimin didn’t look surprised that he hadn’t been there to join him on time.

“Sorry I’m late, Jimin.”

“Sure you are.” Jimin glared at him. “Like I said, I’ve been replaced.”

“No you haven’t, Mina called me over as I was walking past. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“I know, I saw you. With Mina and Taehyung. You didn’t mention that Taehyung was there.” Jungkook looked at Jimin, he didn’t want Jimin to be jealous of Taehyung.

“Jimin…?”

“What?”

“Can we go get a coffee together after track tonight?” Jungkook couldn’t meet Jimin’s gaze. Jimin immediately fretted and reached over to put his hand on top of Jungkook’s hand.

“Yeah, of course we can. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am.” Jungkook smiled, he couldn’t wait to tell Jimin.

“Okay, that’s good then.” Jimin watched Jungkook for another minute. When he didn’t say anything else Jimin kept talking. “There’s actually something I want to talk to you about as well.”

“What is it?” Jungkook was intrigued.

“Nothing much, really. I’ve just been texting a lot with Yoongi. He’s pretty cool.”

“Oh, so now who’s being replaced?” Jungkook joked.

“You are,” Jimin retorted.

“Maybe the four of us should hang out sometime?”

“Us and Yoongi and Taehyung?” Jimin clarified.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we should…” Jimin replied as he studied Jungkook. Jungkook felt a bit nervous, Jimin’s stare was going straight through him. “…just the four of us.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook said again, warily this time though. “Oh, look at the time! We’d better get to class.”

 

Jungkook played with the string on his hoodie while he sat with Jimin. They were waiting for their coffee to be brought over to their table after track.

“Kook?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jimin leaned forward. “I know before you said you were fine, but you’ve not been yourself lately. And yesterday you were a total wreck.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“But you’re better today?”

“Yes.” Jungkook smiled. “Definitely better today.”

“So why didn’t you talk to me about it yesterday?”

“I…” Jungkook paused while the waiter sat their coffee down. “I just needed to sort something out first.”

“And you’ve sorted it out now?”

“Yes.”

“So… let’s talk.” Jimin took a small sip of his latte.

Jungkook wasn’t sure where to start. He leaned forward so he didn’t have to speak too loudly.

“Taehyung and I. We’re more than just friends.” Jungkook looked up at Jimin nervously. Jimin had a smile spreading across his face as if he couldn’t contain it.

“About fucking time.”

“What do you mean? I barely knew him before.”

“No, I mean it’s about time you admitted it.”

“Oh…” Jungkook looked squarely at Jimin. “You mean it’s about time I admitted I’m gay.”

“Gay or bi?” Jimin held his hands up defensively before Jungkook could react. “Genuine question, don’t take offence.”

“None taken.” Jungkook considered. “Well, right now, I’m definitely leaning towards gay. Although I’ve been with girls before, and at the time I didn’t hate it, I have no attraction to any girls whatsoever at the moment. And being with Taehyung has put things on a whole new level, even though we’ve only just scratched the surface.”

“You know…” Jimin began, before clearing his throat, “… I’m actually gay too.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. And I’ve known you were gay for quite a while now.”

“Why didn’t I know you were gay?”

“I think it’s because you were blocking it out so much. You didn’t want to see those signs in yourself so you weren’t looking for it in anyone else.”

“Huh… you may be right.” Jungkook sat back in his seat. “So if you’re gay, and you knew that I was gay, why did we double date Mina and Jeongyeon?”

“Because they’re fun to hang around with. That’s pretty much it.” Jimin took another sip of his coffee. “But you know that Jeongyeon isn’t into boys don’t you?”

“Taehyung actually mentioned that, but before then I had no idea.”

“You didn’t even pick up on her? Wow… you were seriously that blind?”

“Apparently.”

“Anyways… you and Taehyung. It’s going well?”

“It is now. I thought I’d fucked it all up after basketball on Sunday.”

“Yeah, about that. What happened exactly?”

“Well, Tae gave me a hickey, and Mina saw it and I freaked out.”

“Then what happened with Taehyung?”

“He wanted to help me talk through it but I wouldn’t let him. So then Sunday night he stayed at Yoongi’s and I stayed in my room and cried all night.”

“You what? Why the hell didn’t you call me!” Jimin huffed out a breath. “Jungkook, that actually fucking hurts. I’m supposed to be your best friend. Do you think I wouldn’t be there for you?”

“I know that now, but I wasn’t thinking rationally. I just had it in my head that I needed to talk to Tae before I talked to anyone else. But we talked about everything last night, and now it’s all good.”

“Hmmm, okay, I’ll let you have that one. But don’t you ever do that again. If you need me, I’m one hundred percent there for you. Got it?”

“Yeah. Thanks Jimin.” They both sipped their coffee. Then Jimin sat forward with a frown.

“Hang on, he gave you a hickey? How close are you two?”

“Well I’ve been attracted to him ever since we’ve been roommates, but I only really thought about it being a possibility since last Monday. And we only kissed for the first time last Wednesday…” Jungkook felt embarrassed, when he said it out loud like that it seemed like things were moving really fast.

“So next week you’ll have sex?”

“No!” Then Jungkook looked at his coffee. “Maybe? I don’t know!”

“Jungkook, you slut!”

“Fuck, Jimin, I know it… he only needs to look at me sideways and I get turned on. I really won’t be able to stop myself if he wanted to do it.” Jimin laughed as Jungkook gushed.

“I’m really happy for you, Kook. And I’m glad you told me. Let me know when you’ve told Hobi so we can talk about you in our room.”

“Hey, don’t gossip about me!”

“Why not?

“You’re supposed to be my friend!”

“I am! Hobi and I both love you. Which is why he’s going to be excited too, and together we will talk about how excited you are.” Jimin grinned.

“Fine.”

“Anyway, we’d better get home, it’s really late.”

 

Jungkook crept into the dorm. The lights were all out apart from the lamp at Jungkook’s bed. Taehyung was sleeping although Jungkook suspected he woke up when he came in. Jungkook went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When he came out he slipped into bed and turned out the lamp. He lay there for about a minute, thinking. He remembered what Taehyung kept telling him, that if he wanted something, then why would he think that Taehyung wouldn’t want it too? And right now, he really wanted to give Taehyung a hug.

He went over to Taehyung’s bed and lay down on top of him. Taehyung grunted.

“Hi, Tae.”

“Hi Kook.”

“Were you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Because you didn’t talk to me.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“That didn’t stop you from coming over now, what if I actually was asleep?”

“I wanted a hug…” Jungkook said in pout.

“Get off me then.” Jungkook got up while Taehyung moved over and pulled back his blanket for Jungkook to get in. Jungkook snuggled into Taehyung.

“Where have you been?” Taehyung asked him.

“Talking to Jimin.”

“Good. How did it go.”

“It went really well. He already knew though.” Jungkook leaned up on one elbow and looked at Taehyung, even though it was dark and he couldn’t really see much. “But guess what he told me?”

“What?”

“That’s not a guess…”

“It’s late Kookie, just tell me.”

“Mmmm, okay. He’s gay too!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! And he’s been talking with Yoongi.”

“Jimin and Yoongi?”

“Well, that would only work if Yoongi was gay too.”

“Which he is…”

“I knew it! You know what this means?”

“What?”

“Double dates with our best friends!”

Taehyung laughed at Jungkook’s excitement before pulling him down for a kiss.

“Sounds fun. Now go to sleep, brat.”

Chapter Text

Taehyung was in the dorm by the time Jungkook got back after dance practice. He’d listened to Dead Girl Walking on the way so it would be more familiar and now he knew what the song was about, it was pretty clear when the sex happened.

Taehyung was standing in the middle of the room, looking conflicted.

“Hey Kook,” he said distractedly as the door shut.

“Hi! What are you doing?” Jungkook came up behind Taehyung and put his arms around his waist.

“There’s not much room to practice the song in here.”

“We can always use the studio? But I won’t be able to book it tonight…”

“No. I think we need to do it here.”

“Okay.” Jungkook shrugged. “So what’s the plan?”

“In the show there isn’t any bed so I just lie on the floor. But there’s only a small floor space here, so I’m not sure whether we should try the floor, or use one of our beds. I think it will be easier to do the actions if we’re on the floor, despite it being cramped. But it will be more comfortable on the bed…”

“Tae…”

“Yeah?” Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook.

“Stop worrying about it. Let’s give it a go and see what works.”

“Oh. All right. Let’s try the floor first then.”

“First…” Jungkook smiled.

“What?”

“So that means I’ll get to have fake sex with you more than once…” Jungkook grinned.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jungkook before he smiled too and pecked a quick kiss on his lips.

“You’re going to nail Veronica’s part in this, she’s the horny one.”

“Veronica is?”

“Yep. She’s the one who comes to me. I’m just the innocent victim.”

“Not so innocent, you still have sex with her.”

“Well what’s JD supposed to do?”

“He should resist her misguided charms and tell her to go home and sleep it off.”

“Oh, really!” Taehyung laughed. “Well, let’s just practice the song and see if you can resist, shall we? I’ll be Veronica first and show you what to do. As JD, you just stand over there for most of it, then I’ll come to you and when I sing ‘get on all fours’ I’ll push you down on your knees. Then, when I sing ‘let’s make this beautiful’ we kiss and then I get on your lap, strip off your shirt and… well, you’ll get the idea.” Taehyung went over to his phone to start the song.

“Ready?”

Jungkook nodded. He watched Taehyung as he started acting Veronica’s part. Taehyung didn’t sing it properly, but he definitely got into character. His eyes burned as he concentrated. As the song played, Veronica (Taehyung) got closer. Jungkook’s heart rate sped up, he could tell Taehyung loved acting. Maybe they should do some role play sometime? He shook his head to clear that thought, it wasn’t the time.

Taehyung stepped up to Jungkook and, when it was time, pushed him down. Taehyung didn’t hold back with the force of the push and Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up sharply. Taehyung looked back at him and Jungkook felt the blood drain from his limbs at Taehyung’s expression. He had no doubt that Taehyung wanted him as he gripped his shoulder firmly, holding his face close his crotch. Jungkook grabbed the back of Taehyung’s legs and squeezed his thighs. Then Taehyung knelt down looking deep into his eyes and Jungkook melted when he sang ‘and you know, you know, it’s coz you’re beautiful’ because Taehyung’s eyes were so soft and loving. His head was spinning with the wave of different emotions Taehyung was throwing at him.

When Taehyung sang, ‘Let’s make this beautiful’ and pulled him in for the first kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung and put his hands on his back and kissed him with such longing that Taehyung responded. After the sweet kiss, which wasn’t long enough for Jungkook, Taehyung pushed him back, crawled onto his lap and pulled off Jungkook’s t-shirt. Then he kissed him again roughly before pushing him flat on the floor, mouthing down his bare chest until he triumphantly sat up and went ‘Yeah!” with the song. When Taehyung’s hips started thrusting on Jungkook’s groin, he felt himself get hard. Then Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore.

“You seriously do this with Mina?” Taehyung froze and looked at Jungkook.

“Well I’m doing Mina’s part so it’s what she does to me. So to answer your question, yes, this is basically what we have to do…”

“Wow. It’s a lot.”

“Yes it is, but it works with the show. Do you want to be Veronica now?” Taehyung stood up and reached his hand out to help Jungkook.

“Sure… I don’t know the lyrics though.”

“That’s okay. This is really just to work on my part anyway, because Mina said I needed more practice.”

“You need more practice to thrust your crotch into hers…?” Jungkook gave Taehyung a disbelieving look.

“You think I’m not awkward about it? Why do you think she said I needed practice!”

“Yeah, that actually makes sense.” Jungkook finally understood. He went over to the table. “Just tell me if I get something wrong.”

Taehyung nodded as Jungkook started the song again. Jungkook shouldn’t have been surprised at how the dynamic changed, but he was. Before, Veronica was in charge and Jungkook had played JD as the innocent victim, like Taehyung had said. But it seemed that Taehyung suddenly realised how JD would feel in this situation, when he really wanted to have sex with the person hitting on him, and he approached it with fresh eyes. Once Veronica was close JD took back control.

Jungkook had initially been worried that he couldn’t help Taehyung, but he knew now that if Taehyung maintained this presence on stage, he was going to blow everyone away.

Taehyung reached out to grab his waist, never losing eye contact, his face filled with want. Jungkook was still bare-chested and Taehyung felt over his skin possessively. Jungkook remembered the right moment to push Taehyung down on his knees and Taehyung ran his hands up the sides of Jungkook’s legs. Very slowly. Seductively. Before pressing his palms into Jungkook’s hips. Controlling. He was so deep in the role that Jungkook couldn’t tell whether Taehyung was acting. Jungkook knelt down when he was supposed to and Taehyung didn’t lose eye contact as Jungkook sang along, familiar with most of the words in this verse. Then Taehyung grabbed Jungkook and kissed him. The kiss he delivered was searing and Taehyung pushed his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth as they pressed against each other.

Jungkook ripped off Taehyung’s t-shirt as he was pulled onto his lap and they kissed some more. When he sang his next part, Taehyung’s deep voice vibrated through Jungkook stirring sensitive emotions deep in his chest. Jungkook just watched him in awe until Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the hips, pulling him down as he thrusted up. Jungkook wasn’t prepared for the contact and he gasped, pressing their mouths together as Taehyung continued to work their hips. But then, when the song said, ‘slap me, pull my hair’ Taehyung leaned back and did just that.

Jungkook gasped at the sting on his cheek, but before he could react Taehyung grabbed his hair and pulled at the same time as thrusting his groin up into Jungkook’s. Taehyung running his nails firmly down Jungkook’s back was the final assault as Jungkook’s blood shot straight to his cock; into a painfully hard throbbing erection and Jungkook needed Taehyung. Now.

“Fuck. Tae..” was all he could get out before he slammed his lips onto Taehyung’s and pushed him back until they were both lying down; Jungkook flat on top of Taehyung with his hands on the floor, caging him in. Jungkook pressed his crotch down, desperate for friction. Then he grinded. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s hips and worked for him, moving him fast and hard. He didn’t care that he still had sweat pants on. Jungkook felt the intensity building and he fell to his elbows clinging onto Taehyung’s shoulders with his hands to get more force as his panting lost all rhythm.

“Tae… fuck.”

“Keep going…”

“Tae…” Taehyungs thumbs pressed into his hips as Jungkook groaned his name loudly, eyelids fluttering as he released, letting out a final low moan of pleasure. “Fuck.”

“That’s not quite how Mina does it, Kookie,” Taehyung told him as they caught their breath.

“God I hope not.” Jungkook laughed then cringed at the thought. “I can’t believe you hit me like that. Surely you don’t do that to Mina?”

“No, actually I don’t. In the play she’s the one who hits me.”

“Oh, I see how it is… you wanted to hit me.”

“Kook, you get so fucking hot when it’s rough.”

“Do I now….”

“You know it.” Definite. No room for argument. Jungkook pushed up onto his hands and looked down at Taehyung with a playful smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to see that on stage…”

“I’ll be thinking of this when I sing it now.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook let his forehead fall back on Taehyung’s chest. “I don’t think we should practice this song anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I won’t survive it.”

“Weak little baby.”

“Yes I am.” Jungkook pouted.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook’s head up by the chin and brought him in for a kiss.

“My weak baby,” he said softly, fingers lightly grazing Jungkook’s cheek.

“All yours.” Jungkook’s expression returned the softness.

“Go get yourself cleaned up.”

“Do you need me to…?” Jungkook motioned towards Taehyung’s crotch, knowing that it was only him that had cum.

“No, I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

 

“I don’t see why we have to be away the whole weekend,” Jungkook complained to Jimin as they met at the bus on Friday afternoon.

“You’ve never minded before…” Jimin smiled as he teased Jungkook.

Jungkook pouted and Jimin gave him a sympathetic look.

“We need to be at the meet at 8 tomorrow morning, you know it makes sense to travel tonight. And we’ll be home by lunch on Sunday, so it’s not the whole weekend.”

“May as well be.”

“Might do you good to have a break away. Heart grows fonder and all that.”

“Hey, my heart is already fond enough thank you very much!”

Jimin laughed at Jungkook’s shocked expression.

“You’ve got it bad, Kook,” Jimin shook his head.

“What about you? How’s things going with Yoongi?” Jungkook watched Jimin shrug.

“He’s nice but we’re still getting to know each other. So we’re just friends at the moment.”

“But you’re texting with him, right?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit lazy though. He’s fine once I text him, but he doesn’t start the conversations very often. I’m not really sure how he feels to be honest.”

“Tae said he talks about you.”

“Does he?” Jimin looked thoughtful. “That’s good to know.”

As they boarded the bus, Jungkook’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He read the text message from Taehyung after he sat down next to Jimin.

 

T: Good luck! See you Sunday x

J: Thanks. I’d rather stay home with you though xx

T: I’m busy at rehearsal all day tomorrow anyway

J: Busy having fake sex with Mina

T: Jealous baby?

J: Maybe

T: rather have fake sex with you any day

 

Jungkook couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face when he read that.

“Taehyung?” Jimin asked him. Jungkook nodded, his eyes not leaving the phone.

 

J: rather have real sex with you

T: fuck kook

T: wasn’t expecting that

T: nearly dropped my phone

 

This time Jungkook laughed, and covered his mouth with his hand. He shot a glance at Jimin who was watching him with raised eyebrows.

“Sorry,” Jungkook apologised. He should put his phone away, he was being rude.

 

J: you don’t think I want to have sex with you?

T: didn’t think you were ready

J: I want to

T: there’s no rush babe

J: I know

T: we can talk about it when you get back

J: ok

T: let me know when you get there

J: ok

J: love you

 

Jungkook held his breath as he hid the phone screen because he shouldn’t have said that. Not yet. Not like this. And now Taehyung wasn’t replying. Jungkook nervously bit at his bottom lip.

J: shit sorry delete

J: just feeling needy

J: don’t say anything

T: my needy baby

T: don’t stress yourself

T: message me later?

J: ok

 

Jungkook put his phone away and rested his forehead on the seat in front of him with a sigh.

“Are you okay?” Jimin leaned down too and when Jungkook turned his eyes to the side he could see his worried face peering at him.

“I’m such an idiot,” he said quietly.

“Why?”

“I just said something really stupid.”

“To Taehyung?”

“Yeah.”

“Did he reply to it?”

“Yeah. He told me not to stress about it.”

“That’s good advice.”

“Yeah. He’s too good for me Jimin. I don’t deserve him.”

“Jungkook, are you serious?” Jimin paused but Jungkook decided not to say anything. Jimin put his arm over Jungkook’s shoulders and leaned in even closer.

“You are the most kind, generous and caring person I know. And you’re fucking hot. You deserve the world Kook. Stop doubting yourself.”

“Thanks Jimin.”

“Now cheer up and talk to me like a normal person.”

Jungkook smiled and sat up straight.

“Okay.”

 

J: we’re here

Jungkook sat on his bed and waited for a response. The trip had taken three hours and Jimin had distracted him the whole way. Then they spent another half an hour to get settled into their hostel for the night.

“You coming to get dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll come in a minute. You go ahead.”

“Fifteen minutes…” Jimin replied with a knowing look. “If you’re not at dinner by then I’ll come back and get you.” Jungkook watched him walk out, leaving him alone in the room. His phone buzzed.

 

T: good. What are you doing now?

J: everyone’s gone to dinner

T: not you?

J: I’m going in a minute

J: sorry for being an idiot

T: you’re not an idiot kook

J: feel like one

T: I told you not to stress about it. So stop

T: and stop pouting

J: how did you know I was pouting

T: just thought you might be

J: ok I’ll stop

T: promise?

J: I promise

T: kook…

J: ?

T: we haven’t been together that long

J: no…

T: and I feel like things are going really fast with us

J: yeah, but I’m ok with it

T: me too

T: I’m just worried that if we go too fast you might get scared

J: I don’t think I will

T: I hope not because

J: because?

T: because I like you

T: a lot

T: maybe I love you too

J: really?

T: yeah

J: omg

T: now go and eat dinner

T: and stop stressing

T: I’ll see you when you get home

J: I miss you

T: miss you too babe

 

Jungkook let out a squeal before running off to find Jimin with an excited grin on his face.

Chapter Text

Jungkook arrived home at midday on Sunday to an empty dorm. He unpacked his bag, sorted his washing and ate lunch. It wasn’t until later that he remembered that Taehyung had basketball on Sundays and he probably wouldn’t be home for a few hours.

Figuring it was a good time to catch up on some homework, Jungkook got out his laptop and got stuck into his assignments. By four in the afternoon he’d caught up with most of it and he’d had enough. He yawned loudly, stretching his muscles that were tired from the track meet. He picked up the ribbons he’d left on his bed and smiled to himself. He never thought he’d be happy getting a second place, but he knew it would make Taehyung laugh so he didn’t mind. He laid the ribbons on the table where Taehyung would see them when he came in.

He looked at the time, wondering when Taehyung would get back. The game was certainly over by now, but Taehyung often goes out with the team afterwards. He’d been busy with the play lately so he’s probably making the most of the opportunity to catch up with Yoongi. Jungkook bit back on the tiny bud of jealousy that he hadn’t wanted to come back and see him straight away.

Jungkook decided to take a walk to buy something for dinner. He ate a healthy meal alone in a café, texting randomly with Jimin who was relaxing in his room with Hoseok. When he returned to his room, Taehyung still wasn’t there. He yawned again, feeling the busy weekend catching up with him, so he decided to have a shower before getting into bed to watch a movie on his laptop.

At half-past nine he turned off his light and went to sleep. He hadn’t messaged Taehyung, but didn’t want to seem needy. Taehyung was obviously busy.

An hour later Jungkook grunted when Taehyung landed on top of him.

“Jungkook! When did you get home?” Taehyung smelt like a brewery.

“Taehyung, you’re squashing me,” Jungkook could barely breathe.

“Sorry,” Taehyung apologised as he rolled off Jungkook and then off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor. “Ow!”

“Taehyung, how drunk are you? Where have you been?”

“I’m not that drunk,” Taehyung muttered as he sat up and leaned his back against Jungkook’s bed.

“Really?” Jungkook lay on his stomach and placed his arms around Taehyung, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Maybe I am just a bit,” Taehyung leaned his head back and grabbed Jungkook’s hands with his.

“Have you been with Yoongi?”

Taehyung nodded.

“You haven’t been out with him for a while.”

Taehyung shook his head.

“Did you have fun?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Maybe you should come to bed? You seem tired.” Jungkook squeezed Taehyung gently. “Are you going to sleep with me tonight?”

Taehyung shook his head.

“You’re not?” Jungkook pulled away a little, surprised.

“You’re not ready. And I don’t want to take advantage of you when I’m drunk.”

“Tae…” Jungkook came closer again and rubbed his hand playfully on Taehyung’s head. “I didn’t mean sleep with me as in have sex, I meant go to sleep here so I can hug you all night.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So will you?”

Taehyung nodded. Jungkook thought Taehyung seemed down, maybe because he’d been drinking.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay…”

Jungkook hadn’t even finished speaking before Taehyung turned around and kissed him. His right hand carded through Jungkook’s hair, pulling firmly; desperately. Jungkook rolled on his side to get a better angle and Taehyung leaned over, kissing him breathless. Then he wrapped his arms around Jungkook, nuzzled into his shoulder and squeezed.

“Hey,” Jungkook said softly, “Go get ready for bed, then you can come in with me, okay?”

“Okay,” Taehyung nodded but made no move to let go.

“Are you okay?”

“I missed you, Kook,” he whispered. “So much.”

“I missed you too.”

Taehyung didn’t move.

“Tae?”

“I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“Oh,” Jungkook felt sharp prickles of fear and he stiffened in Taehyung’s arms.

“No, no, it’s okay, we don’t have to. I didn’t mean to scare you!” Taehyung lifted his head to look at Jungkook, eyes wide with worry.

“How about we talk about it tomorrow? How does that sound?”

“Okay.” Taehyung peeled off and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out he stripped off all his clothes down to his boxer briefs. Then he turned off all the lights. Jungkook waited for him. He was standing in between their beds but he didn’t move.

“Tae? Come here… please?” Jungkook pulled back the covers and waited. Still nothing. Jungkook got out of bed and went to him, finding him easily despite the darkness. Jungkook’s hands roamed; moving from Taehyung’s waist, his chest, up the sides of his neck to his cheeks. Jungkook leaned forward and kissed Taehyung softly. Taehyung’s only response was a shaky breath.

“Tae? What’s wrong?” Jungkook whispered, putting his forehead against Taehyung’s.

“I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Babe. Just come to bed.” Jungkook kissed him again, still gently. Taehyung responded as Jungkook broke away, so Jungkook pressed their lips together again. Taehyung’s kiss was barely there but it held more emotion than if he’d kissed him hard. Taehyung’s hands gently found his waist and Jungkook felt butterflies as he slid his hands to Taehyung’s nape. Taehyung put his hand on the small of Jungkook’s back and pressed their bodies together, both gasping at the contact. The kiss morphed as their tongues tangled together, running deep with an emotion that kicked in Jungkook’s gut. Then Taehyung broke away with a stilted gasp and slid his mouth to Jungkook’s neck, sucking hard at the soft skin. Jungkook let his head slide onto Taehyung’s shoulder, falling away so Taehyung could access his neck better. He felt so connected to Taehyung right now; so wanted, so safe.

Taehyung kissed the spot he’d just bruised and licked up Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook stepped back and pulled Taehyung to his bed without a fight. Jungkook lay on his back, tugging at Taehyung to come close. Taehyung responded by wrapping his body over Jungkook’s, kissing him slowly, gently, passionately. After a few minutes, Taehyung broke away and nestled into Jungkook, his head on Jungkook’s chest.

“I’m glad you’re home, Kook,” he whispered.

“Me too, Tae. Me too.”

 

The next morning, Jungkook woke up at six-thirty to his phone alarm vibrating on silent mode. Taehyung was still snuggled into him, sound asleep and Jungkook wondered if he’d be hungover today. Jungkook crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He jolted when he looked in the mirror and saw the dark purple hickey that Taehyung had marked him with. He smiled, rubbing his fingers over the perfect reminder of such an intense moment.

Taehyung had wanted to let people know? Well maybe this was the first step. Jungkook decided not to cover it up today. Let people talk. He put on shorts and a hoodie and headed off for a morning run before school.

When he got back, Taehyung woke up. He adjusted Jungkook’s pillows and sat up.

“Are you not getting up this morning?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I’m watching you get ready.”

Jungkook stopped getting his clothes out and looked at Taehyung.

“Really?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Enjoying the show, are you?”

“I’ll enjoy it more when you take your hoodie off…”

“What makes you think I’m going to strip for your pleasure?”

“What makes you think it will just be for my pleasure?” Taehyung ran his tongue over his lips.

Jungkook held eye contact with Taehyung and slowly pulled off his hoodie, revealing nothing underneath but his perfectly toned abs.

“Fuck,” Taehyung murmured under his breath.

Jungkook walked over to his bed and crawled on top of Taehyung, straddling his legs.

“Sorry about last night,” Taehyung pouted up at Jungkook.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I thought about it.”

“But you didn’t.” Jungkook gently smoothed Taehyung’s hair off his face. “You get soft when you’re drunk, it’s cute.”

Taehyung ran his hands tenderly over Jungkook’s torso before pulling him closer and kissing the hickey on his neck.

“You’re all sweaty,” he mumbled onto his skin.

“I was going to take a shower.”

“I need a shower…” Taehyung pulled his head up and looked Jungkook in the eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes responded and he smiled suggestively, pressing forward for a kiss before dragging Taehyung into the bathroom.

 

After their satisfying shower, Jungkook walked to the table to show Taehyung his ribbons from the track meet. Sitting on the table in the middle of the ribbons was an envelope. Taehyung must have left it there when he came in last night.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, comps for Friday’s show.”

“Comps?”

“Complimentary tickets. All cast members get two tickets they can give to family or friends. I thought you might like mine? For you and Jimin?”

“The show starts this Friday?”

Taehyung nodded at Jungkook.

“That’s come around fast. Are you ready for it?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.”

“You’re going to be great, don’t doubt yourself,” Jungkook stepped over to Taehyung and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you for the tickets!” Taehyung looked over his shoulder at the table, at what he didn’t see last night.

“You came second!” He straightened and stared at Jungkook in surprise.

“Just for you,” Jungkook joked.

“Oh babe, you did that for me?” Taehyung said playfully, then he squirmed as Jungkook poked him in the ribs, laughing.

 

It was opening night and Jungkook felt nervous as the usher showed him and Jimin to their seats. They had a good spot in the middle of the front row in the upstairs section; they could see all the stage from here. He looked a few seats over and saw Yoongi with Namjoon. Jungkook nudged Jimin and pointed them out. Jungkook waved as Jimin went to talk to them, then he opened up the programme.

Taehyung’s photo stared back at him. He had light makeup on, a red bandana in his hair, mouth closed in a confident-but-sexy half-smile and his chin was slightly raised, showing off his thick neck. He looked incredible. Jungkook licked his lips and gently ran his finger over Taehyung’s face, feeling lucky that he was actually his. Jungkook read Taehyung’s profile, learning about all the acting roles he’d had in the past, when he started acting and who his influences are. It also mentioned his hobbies, which include photography and basketball; and his love of dogs. Jungkook read over it again. There was a lot there he hadn’t known, including that Taehyung liked dogs.

Jungkook shuffled nervously in his seat as the house lights went down. Jimin came back to his seat and grabbed his arm, shaking it.

“It’s starting, Kook! Are you excited?” He whispered loudly.

Jungkook nodded blankly. He actually wasn’t excited. He was a bundle of nerves for Taehyung who was tired and worried. Taehyung had been in rehearsal until late every night this week. They’d barely had time to see each other but each night Jungkook had soothed Taehyung’s worries with massages and hugs, and just being there with him as he fell asleep.

“Taehyung, Mina and Jeongyeon are all so good!” Jimin whispered to Jungkook as they watched. Jungkook nodded. In fact Jungkook thought the whole cast were good. The ensemble sounded great, the live school band in the orchestra pit added depth to the songs and the audience was really getting into it. You could tell the actors bounced off the energy in the room.

When Jungkook heard the first few notes of Dead girl walking his heart rate accelerated and he leaned forward in his seat. Mina as Veronica was awesome, so convincing as she approached JD. Jungkook noticed that whilst Taehyung did similar moves to what they’d practiced at home, he didn’t touch Mina the same way he touched Jungkook. And when they got to the part where Mina writhed on top of Taehyung, Jungkook was happy to see that Mina stayed up on her knees and didn’t lower to Taehyung’s groin at all.

“Are they having sex?” Jimin sounded shocked.

“Yep… fake sex on stage,” Jungkook replied, shooting a quick look at his face.

“Did you know about that?” Jimin was staring at the display before him.

“Yep…”

“Wow!” Jimin looked back at the stage before muttering “Go Taehyung…”

Jimin was clearly joking but Jungkook still turned and hit him forcefully on the arm. Jimin just laughed as he rubbed his arm.

As the song finished Jungkook started to wonder whether Taehyung was thinking about what had happened between them when they sang that part. He said he would… Jungkook shifted in his seat as his cock pulsed at the thought. Luckily the show progressed and he was distracted by the story.

Seventeen was in Act 2. Mina and Taehyung had built convincing characters and the audience was with them all the way. They had great rapport and Mina really sounded hurt as she pleaded with JD for him to stop killing people.

Jungkook remembered when he sang this song with Taehyung and they kissed for the first time. It was what started everything off between them and he couldn’t imagine going back to just being friends now.

Jungkook listened to Taehyung’s deep voice singing in perfect harmony with Mina. Taehyung was so passionate, so beautiful and his voice was so pure and sweet it brought tears to Jungkook’s eyes. And when Taehyung sang ‘I wanna be with you tonight’ Jungkook thought his heart would burst. It felt like Taehyung was singing directly to him and that was exactly what Jungkook wanted too. He wanted him. So much.

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Jungkook was emotional. At the end of the show, JD had only just realised that he should have chosen Veronica all along and they would have been happy together; but his choices meant it didn’t work out that way.

It reminded Jungkook that he now had a choice to make with Taehyung. They never ended up talking about making their relationship public which made this exact moment Jungkook’s choice on how he wants it to play out. In a perfect world, Jungkook would go to the foyer and wait with the other family and friends and when Taehyung came out, he’d hug and kiss him like a supportive boyfriend. But this is not a perfect world.

Jungkook didn’t want to hurt Taehyung’s feelings again. He could give him a ‘well done bro’ hug and they could stand around making small talk until they get home so he could then do it properly. Or he could just go straight home and leave everything until they get into the dorm, but that seemed cowardly and downright rude. Taehyung deserved better than that. Which meant Jungkook had to step up and face one of his biggest fears, to let go of the secret he’d held inside for years and to be honest about his sexuality in a public place. And he was scared shitless.

The audience was starting to stand up and move but Jungkook remained frozen in his seat, staring at the stage curtain. He felt sick.

“Coming Kook?” Jimin nudged Jungkook’s leg with his knee as he stood next to him. Jungkook nodded. He looked over at Namjoon and Yoongi. Yoongi was still sitting too, watching him. He had a blank expression on his face so Jungkook couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Yoongi gave him a small smile as he stood up before looking away. Jungkook stood up. He felt a hot flush on his skin and his stomach churned. He gestured for Jimin to walk out and he followed blindly.

As they reached the stairs to go down to the foyer, Jungkook spotted a bathroom.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.” Jimin looked at him oddly before nodding.

Jungkook crashed through the door into the bathroom and headed for a stall, leaning against the door as he locked it behind him. He took a few gasping deep breaths, trying to figure out if he was going to be sick or not. Once he decided his stomach was under control, he put his face in his hands and pressed them against the wall of the stall. The cool tiles helped to ground him as he breathed.

The bathroom slowly emptied out and it grew quiet outside as people left the venue. Then the bathroom door opened and someone came in.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi called out softly. Jungkook swallowed and took a steadying breath.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are you okay?”

Jungkook opened the door to the stall and came out. Yoongi was leaning against the wall next to the exit, concern lining his face.

“I think so.”

“Taehyung will be out soon,” Yoongi said softly.

“I know.” Jungkook said shakily as he leaned against the wall next to Yoongi. Neither of them made to move out.

“He’ll understand if you keep your distance. You know that.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair on him. And I want to. I really do. Especially after what happened last time.” Jungkook wiped away a tear that leaked from his eye. “But I’m so fucking scared, Yoongi.”

“I know.” Yoongi took his hand. “We’re here for you, whatever you decide. There’s no right or wrong. Yes, there’s better or worse but whatever happens it won’t affect how either of you feel. This is on your terms, Jungkook, no-one else’s.”

Jungkook nodded.

“…and here, it’s actually a really good environment.” Yoongi continued. “Everyone is distracted and everyone is giving hugs to every man and their dog. You’ll just blend into the background.”

Jungkook nodded again.

“…and if people talk, and if any one of your friends don’t like it, then make new friends who do.”

Jungkook rolled his head and looked over to Yoongi.

“Is it really that easy?”

“It can be,” Yoongi shrugged. “Depends on so many things. There’s really no point worrying about all the possible outcomes, you’re better off saving your energy to work through each actual thing as it comes up.”

Jungkook sighed. That made sense. He knew Taehyung would be there to help him. And Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon all already knew, so they would be supportive too.

“Come downstairs?” Yoongi squeezed Jungkook’s hand.

“Okay.” Jungkook put on a brave smile. “Thanks, Yoongi.”

There was a lot of noise coming from the foyer, everyone chatting loudly and laughing together. They headed downstairs, Yoongi a supportive presence by his side. As they neared the bottom step, Jungkook looked around. He could see his friends standing together in the middle of the room, surrounded by a crowd of nameless people. Taehyung was laughing with Namjoon. He looked relaxed and happy and Jungkook’s heart stuttered with affection, tainted only by a rush of nerves.

Jimin looked towards them but Jungkook didn’t meet his eye. He couldn’t. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Mina moved towards him.

“Jungkook! What did you think?” Mina grabbed his arms as Yoongi kept going towards Taehyung.

“Hi Mina, you were fantastic, congratulations!” Jungkook gave her a massive hug, lifting her off the ground.

“Thank you, it was so much fun! The audience was great!” Mina looked up at Jungkook with a cheeky smile. “Taehyung was great.”

“Yes he was.” The smile froze on Jungkook’s face as his heart hammered.

“You really helped him with this Jungkook,” Mina said softly. She had a fond look on her face. “He put everything he learned from you out on stage tonight.”

Jungkook nodded, the smile seemed stuck. Mina gripped his elbows with her hands.

“Stop panicking. Go give him a hug,” she said softly.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung. Yoongi stood by his side. Jungkook watched Yoongi lean over and say something in his ear before both looking his way. Taehyung glanced briefly back at Yoongi before nodding and heading towards Jungkook. Jungkook wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

Taehyung shot him a happy grin before wrapping his arms around him in big bear hug. Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung’s shoulder and folded his arms around his waist.

“How was the show?” Taehyung said quietly into Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook rolled his face out from hiding a bit so Taehyung could hear him.

“It was good. Really good. You were so good.”

“Thanks Kook. Are you okay?”

Jungkook shook his head. He definitely wasn’t okay. Taehyung went to let go but Jungkook gripped him tighter.

“Don’t…” Jungkook didn’t know what to do next. Hiding was a far better option.

“Come upstairs for a minute?” Taehyung suggested. Jungkook nodded, finally letting go. Taehyung grabbed his hand and they walked upstairs together. Near the upstairs auditorium entrance were some benches, Taehyung led him towards the nearest bench and sat down, pulling Jungkook down next to him. Then Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s right hand with both of his and rubbed his knuckles softly with his thumbs.

“Why are you so stressed out, Kook?”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Just try. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense.”

Jungkook placed his forehead against the tip of Taehyung’s shoulder, hiding his face again.

“I got scared.”

“What of?” Taehyung’s voice was so soothing and gentle.

“Losing you.”

“What? Why would you think that?” Taehyung’s voice went up a notch.

“You deserve better than me.”

“I don’t want anyone else, Kook.” The softness came back.

“I want to be a perfect boyfriend, but I’m not.”

“Kook, you are.”

“No. I can’t even congratulate you in public without overthinking it. You should be downstairs, celebrating with everyone else. But you’re stuck up here with me because I can’t be normal.”

“Babe,” Taehyung twisted in his seat, facing towards Jungkook. Jungkook’s head stayed down. “I’d rather be stuck up here with you any day.”

“No.”

“Yes.” His voice was a bit angry. “You can’t tell me how I feel.”

“See, now you’re mad at me because I’m being stupid.”

“You got that right.” He was laughing now. “But you’re my stupid and I love you.”

Jungkook jerked his head up real fast.

“Tae, don’t say that.”

“We just went over the part where you can’t tell me what to feel.” Taehyung looked at him and poked him in the chest with his index finger. His look was fond and playful.

“But…”

“No! No buts.” Taehyung leaned forward and kissed him softly on the cheek. A smile tugged at the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.

“Tae…”

“Yes, Kookie?”

“What did Yoongi say to you?”

“He told me to go easy on you.”

“He’s a good friend.”

“Yes he is.”

“Tae?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Small steps, Kook, we’ll get there.”

“Yeah. Small steps.” Jungkook nodded.

“Wanna go downstairs now?”

“Okay.”

Taehyung stood up and held out his hand to Jungkook, who grabbed it and intertwined their fingers. They walked downstairs and Jungkook found he could manage perfectly normal conversations with his friends, and not one person commented about him holding Taehyung’s hand the whole time.

When Mina and Jeongyeon came over, the conversation turned back to the play. Mina blushed as Jimin teased her about Dead girl walking.

“Stop it, it’s not easy having fake sex on stage!”

“You were great, even kept up the act while you were singing,” Jimin shot back.

“That’s a really hard song to sing too, I don’t know how you do it!” Jungkook added.

“Taehyung helps a lot actually,” Mina told the group.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mina, you don’t need my help,” Taehyung blushed slightly at the praise.

“No, it’s true, you really steer me through it so I just have to focus on the song.”

Jungkook squeezed Taehyung’s hand supportively.

“So how many shows are left?” Namjoon asked.

“Nine,” Mina replied.

“Nine shows! That’s a lot of fake sex,” Jimin teased Mina again.

“Stop!” Mina swiped at him playfully with her hand.

“You two will be fake sex experts by the time the show is over,” Jimin laughed and everyone except Jungkook laughed with him.

“Fake sex expert, huh?” Jungkook leaned over, whispering to Taehyung.

“Apparently so…”

“Fancy an upgrade to the title?” Jungkook could feel his cheeks blushing at how forward that was.

Taehyung whipped his face towards Jungkook bringing them eye-to-eye, breaths mingling.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“What do you think I’m saying?”

Taehyung’s eyes darkened and his voice was gruff.

“I think you said it’s time to go home.”

The glimmer in Jungkook’s eyes and the playful smirk said it all. Taehyung closed the small gap between them and pecked him on the lips.

“Let’s go.”

 

Jungkook walked through their door first and heard Taehyung turn the lock with an audible thunk behind him. He then felt Taehyung’s fingers grip his arm and forcefully pull him back, slamming him against the door. Jungkook let out a gasp as Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s wrists and threw his hands up against the door on either side of his head. Taehyung’s body pressed against his, no space between them, all the way down.

Taehyung moved to kiss him but stopped just before he made contact with Jungkook’s lips.

“Kookie?” His voice was deep.

“Yeah?” Jungkook replied in a breathy whisper.

“Are you sure about this?” Very deep.

“Yeah.” Breathless. Hungry.

“We haven’t talked about it properly.” His voice echoed through Jungkook’s chest.

“I know.” The tension was building.

“Don’t you think we should talk about it?”

“No.”

Taehyungs head shifted and now he was breathing on Jungkook’s right jawline. Jungkook let out an unintentional moan with his next breath, right next to Taehyung’s ear. Taehyung responded with an unintentional move of his own as his hips twitched.

“Why not?” A puff of breath hit Jungkook as the ‘t’ sound hit. Jungkook shivered.

“I trust you, Tae.”

“It’s not about that, though Kook.” His voice was suddenly higher, agitated. Taehyung let him go and stepped backward into the middle of the room. Jungkook felt chilled at the loss of contact. “I need to know your limits, what you like, what you’re prepared to do…”

“But I don’t know, Tae.” Jungkook slumped against the door. “I don’t know what I like or don’t like. All I know is I want you. In whatever way you’re willing to give.” They looked each other in the eye.

“Kook…” Taehyung whispered. The tension snapped back into place stronger than ever. Jungkook stepped up to Taehyung.

“I’ll tell you Tae.” He touched Taehyung’s hips lightly with his fingers. “If anything doesn’t feel right, I’ll tell you.”

“Do you promise?” Taehyung’s brow was furrowed, concern laced his voice; his gaze was piercing.

“I promise.” Jungkook slid his hands onto Taehyung’s waist as he leaned forward and connected their lips gently, hoping Taehyung was ready to kiss him back. Taehyung leaned in and put his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders as Jungkook pulled Taehyung’s hips closer with a flurry of feelings swirling deep in his chest. This kiss reminded Jungkook of the one from the other night; when he’d got back from his weekend away and Taehyung was drunk. He’d felt things that night too. This wasn’t their usual rough and playful style full of passion and hunger. This was a fragile and tender caress, filled with love.

Taehyung moved his hand to Jungkook’s neck, carding his fingers through his hair. Jungkook licked Taehyung’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and he felt Taehyung shiver. Taehyung’s fingers grazed Jungkook’s nape as they curled until his fingernails scraped at Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook broke the kiss with a gasp that he breathed into Taehyung’s mouth.

“Kook, you fucking drive me crazy,” Taehyung whispered. Jungkook smiled onto Taehyung’s lips with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Neither of them moved away, lips together without kissing, breathing in the moment. Taehyung tugged on the shoulders of Jungkook’s jacket, pulling it down off his arms. Jungkook grabbed it as it dropped, pulling it off and throwing it aside. Taehyung then untucked Jungkook’s shirt as Jungkook started on the buttons at the front. Taehyung kissed Jungkook again as the shirt joined the jacket on the floor.

Taehyung then grabbed Jungkook around the waist and lifted him up, turning him towards the beds. He broke the kiss.

“Your bed or mine?” He looked at Jungkook with the same sexy half-smile from the photo on the programme.

“Yours.” Taehyung didn’t question it, moving towards his bed before putting Jungkook down on the floor next to it. It only took a few seconds for Jungkook to start pulling off Taehyung’s clothing and soon they were both naked. Taehyung pushed Jungkook to sit on the bed before moving to his drawer and pulling out lube and a condom and sitting them in easy reach.

“Are you warm enough?” Taehyung asked as he crawled on top of Jungkook, pushing him down. Taehyung settled with his left hip on the bed and his right leg draped between Jungkook’s legs. Jungkook nodded as he reached up and ran his fingers softly through Taehyung’s hair in response to the question. Taehyung always thought about his wellbeing, he was such a genuinely caring person.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, Tae,” Jungkook pulled him down and kissed his lips. Taehyung bit Jungkook’s lip as he pulled away a minute later. Taehyung chuckled.

“I feel like that about you every day, you know.”

“Really?” Jungkook frowned as Taehyung nodded.

“What’s that look for?” Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s downturned lips.

“What if I disappoint you?”

“You won’t.”

“But…”

“No! I told you before you’re not allowed to tell me how I feel.”

Jungkook pouted.

“So you don’t want to have sex tonight then?”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped open in surprise for a moment before his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you dare pull that card, Kim Taehyung.”

“Well stop being so hard on yourself,” Taehyung laughed.

“Tae…?” Jungkook looked at Taehyung’s chest, suddenly nervous.

“Yes Kook?” Taehyung leaned down and kissed his cheek. Jungkook took a stilted breath.

“How do you… um…” Jungkook took a breath and tried again. “What…” He bit his bottom lip. “Are you top or bottom?” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed.

“Oh, so now you want to talk,” Taehyung joked. He tried to make eye contact. “Jungkook,” Taehyung murmured softly, nudging Jungkook’s cheek with his nose. “Look at me for a sec.”

“No. Uh-uh.” Jungkook shook his head rapidly, eyes still firmly shut. Taehyung chuckled softly.

“Okay, fine.” Taehyung leaned up higher on his elbow, making some space between them. “I can’t answer that because we haven’t had sex yet.” Jungkook opened his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“But you’ve been in a relationship before, right?”

“Yes. But for me it depends on who I’m with and how I feel at the time.” Taehyung ran his hand along Jungkook’s stomach, smiling as the skin twitched under his fingers. “I’m not about to pigeon-hole myself as one or the other with you because I want to try things out first. I want us to work it out together.”

“Oh…” Jungkook stared up at Taehyung, mesmerised.

“You don’t know what you like yet, so why would I push a preference on you to do it one way when I could be missing out on something wild if we switch?”

“Yeah. Okay.” Jungkook said quietly, thinking it through.

“So, like you said before, let’s just work this out as we go.” Taehyung ran his hand through Jungkook’s fringe, gently pushing it back off his face. “Is that okay?”

Jungkook nodded, his heart skipping a beat as Taehyung looked at him softly. Taehyung’s hand cupped his cheek as he leaned down, taking his time before he slowly brought their lips together. Jungkook’s arm slipped around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer. Taehyung deepened the kiss and Jungkook relaxed as he let go of the thoughts that were crowding his mind. It was just him and Taehyung, nothing else mattered.

Taehyung pushed away and Jungkook whimpered at the loss of his mouth on his; then he gasped as Taehyung kissed his neck, open mouthed and messy. He sucked playfully, not enough to leave any marks, but enough to cause his blood to throb his semi-hard cock into life. Taehyung’s tongue licked down Jungkook’s chest to his nipple, lapping at it to get it wet before blowing a teasing gust of cold air. Jungkook sucked in a loud breath at the sensation. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s waist firmly with his right hand as he moved between Jungkook’s legs and took Jungkook’s balls in his mouth one at a time, sucking and licking at the soft packages.

Jungkook’s hips kicked up at the unexpected contact but were quickly stopped when Taehyung’s restraining hand counteracted the movement. Taehyung then kissed the inside of his thighs. His right hand moved to Jungkook’s erection and gently squeezed. Jungkook grunted, pushing up into his hand at the welcome friction.

“Are you good, Kook?”

“Yeah, m’good.” Jungkook replied breathlessly.

“You’ll tell me to stop, right? If you want me to stop?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Promise?” Taehyung moved his hand up and then down.

“I promise,” Jungkook managed to get out between little gasps of pleasure.

Taehyung sucked a mark on the inside of Jungkook’s upper thigh before pushing Jungkook’s legs open wider and gripping his ass cheek; his thumb pushing into the crack and grazing over his hole. Jungkook swallowed in anticipation, breath coming in short gasps. Jungkook’s cock burned with need and his left hand moved of its own accord, fingers wrapping around to satisfy the ache. His right hand found Taehyung’s left hand that rested against Jungkook’s hip and their fingers entwined.

Taehyung leaned in and flicked his tongue tantalisingly. Jungkook squeezed both his hands and groaned. His heart raced, he was nervous and excited but didn’t want to stop. This was new; a brand new feeling like nothing else he’d ever felt before. The tip of Taehyung’s thumb pressed inside slightly, before being replaced by Taehyung’s tongue, he could feel the saliva running down his crack as Taehyung got him thoroughly wet. Taehyung used his finger this time, going deeper. He took it out and his tongue came back, then the finger again.

“Lube, Kook.” Taehyung requested. Jungkook reached up to the table and grabbed the lube, passing it to Taehyung who flicked the tube open with one hand, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before going back to work. One finger moved to two as he worked him open. Taehyung’s left hand stayed entwined with Jungkook’s right and he squeezed his fingers gently every time he added a finger or pressed a little deeper. Then he grazed over Jungkook’s prostate.

“Fuck, Tae!” Jungkook jolted and his left hand automatically squeezed and pulled at his cock at the new sensation.

“All good, Kook?” Taehyung asked softly.

“Fuck, yes.” Jungkook smiled, not that Taehyung could see him. “Do it again…”

Taehyung found the sweet spot, massaging over it a few times. Jungkook panted.

“No, stop…” Taehyung withdrew immediately.

“Was that not…”

“No, no it was good. Too good, I’m so close right now.” They looked each other in the eye, Jungkook watched a sly smirk spread across Taehyung’s face. “Fuck me, Tae.” Taehyung’s eyes drilled into him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I want it. Want you.”

Taehyung moved up and lay on Jungkook, finding his mouth and kissing him deeply. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s ass and pulled him down so their groins pushed together. Taehyung gasped at the first contact to his own stiff member and he pressed harder against him.

Taehyung broke the kiss and reached for the condom, before coming back for another kiss.

“You’re really sure?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nodded, pecking him one more time before Taehyung got up on his knees and ripped open the condom. He rolled it on and grabbed the lube, squirting out a generous amount.

“How flexible are you?” Taehyung looked at him, considering the options.

“I’m pretty flexible.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Hop up.” Taehyung reached out and pulled at Jungkook’s hand to get him up so they could swap positions. He got Jungkook to sit on top of him facing each other. Then Taehyung helped Jungkook work his way onto Taehyung’s thick length. Taehyung rubbed his arms soothingly as he whispered words of encouragement. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut at the fullness as he bottomed out, gasping at the stretch.

“Take your time, Kook, it’s okay.” Jungkook nodded, eyes still shut. He breathed a couple of deep breaths before tentatively moving.

“Taehyung sat up, pushing one arm behind him for balance as he held Jungkook’s waist with the other. He found Jungkook’s lips and kissed him. Jungkook latched onto Taehyung, his arms circling around his waist and as he moved he concentrated on the feeling coiling in his own cock that was now trapped between them.

“Feel so good for me Kook,” Taehyung moaned as he thrust his hips up, gasping at the tightness. They built a steady rhythm as they kissed and as Jungkook got used to the feeling of Taehyung inside him, he started to relax. Taehyung lay back down when he knew Jungkook was ready and he started to chase his orgasm that had been building quickly due to Jungkook being so tight.

Jungkook felt full, it was strangely satisfying and now that he’d relaxed he enjoyed knowing what he was doing to Taehyung. He could feel him pushing harder, felt the urgency in his thrusts and his breath coming quicker. He could see the muscles in Taehyung’s stomach tightening and he knew he was close. And with the additional leverage at this angle, Taehyung found Jungkook’s prostate. The pleasure was indescribable and Jungkook let out a guttural moan. Taehyung reached for Jungkook’s leaking cock, spreading the pre-cum around before squeezing at the base and pulling. Jungkook gasped, the heat rising in his groin as Taehyung massaged Jungkook with his fingers, keeping rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Tae,” he panted, pushing his hips forward, riding into his orgasm with Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung thrust his own hips, he was there too, just waiting for Jungkook.

With a loud grunt, Jungkook came, painting Taehyung’s stomach and hand. Taehyung thrust twice more into Jungkook’s clenching hole and came hard himself, hips stuttering.

“Oh my god, Kook.” Taehyung managed to get out as he caught his breath. “You okay babe?”

Jungkook felt overwhelmed. His body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure; his mind raced as he overthought the significant moment they’d just experienced. He’d had sex with Taehyung. Gay sex. And it had felt good, it felt right. Taehyung seemed to like having sex with Jungkook too. It was too much for his brain to process. It was late, the early hours of the morning, and he was mentally and now physically tired. And satisfied. And he was going to cry.

Jungkook lay down on Taehyung’s stomach, wrapping his arms under Taehyung’s shoulders and pulling off his slowly wilting cock in the process. His head drooped onto Taehyung’s shoulder as Taehyung wrapped his arms around him, gently rubbing his back with a soothing motion.

“Kookie? You with me?”

Jungkook nodded.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. That was so good,” he whispered shakily.

“Babe, are you crying?” Taehyung squeezed him closer as Jungkook’s chest sobbed. Jungkook clung to Taehyung. “Don’t cry.”

Taehyung gently rolled him over until he was lying on the bed with Taehyung looking down at him. Jungkook covered his face with his hands.

“Babe, talk to me,” Taehyung murmured, inches away from his face. “You’re not hurt are you?” Jungkook shook his head, no. Taehyung smoothed Jungkook’s hair off his forehead.

“Do you just need a moment?” Taehyung asked gently and Jungkook nodded.

“Okay,” Taehyung kissed the back of his hand and moved away. Jungkook heard Taehyung pull off the condom and pack up the lube. Then he turned off the lamp on Taehyung’s side and switched on the one next to Jungkook’s bed, before moving into the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water. Jungkook threw his hands down on the bed and breathed deeply, looking up at the ceiling. Taehyung came back a minute later with a damp cloth and smiled at him softly as he wiped the tears off his cheeks. Then he cleaned the rest of him. Jungkook just breathed the whole time until after Taehyung had returned the cloth to the bathroom. Taehyung leaned over Jungkook.

“Let’s sleep in your bed,” he whispered. “There’s lube all over mine.” Jungkook nodded and Taehyung moved to the other bed and turned down the covers. He then grabbed the tank top and shorts Jungkook usually wore to bed and, as Jungkook stood up, helped him to get dressed. As Jungkook crawled into bed, Taehyung put on his sleep shirt and shorts too.

As Taehyung settled on his back, Jungkook rolled over and latched onto him. Taehyung pulled the covers over them both and wrapped his arm around Jungkook before leaning down and planting a kiss on his mouth. Something triggered inside Jungkook and he suddenly craved his touch, chasing after Taehyung’s lips and kissing him properly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Kook, there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“I don’t even know why I cried.”

“It’s okay. As long as you’re not hurt?”

“No, I’m really not. The opposite actually. I just came really hard and you felt so good inside me. And I didn’t know I could feel like that. I just didn’t want it to stop.”

“So it was okay?”

“Yeah, it was perfect. You were perfect.”

“I’m glad, Kookie, I was scared I’d hurt you.” Taehyung connected their lips and kissed him. Jungkook clung to him until Taehyung pulled away.

“I love you, Tae,” Jungkook looked into Taehyung’s eyes. It was the first time he’d said it to his face.

“I love you too, Kook.” Taehyung kissed him once more then reached up to turn off the lamp. “Now go to sleep babe, it’s really late.”

Jungkook smiled as they snuggled together, he fell asleep the happiest he’d been in a long, long time.