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There's No "I" In Team, But There's "U" and "I" In Quarantine

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The doctor adjusted his glasses and gave a slow nod.

“It’s typically not too common in young adults, but the varicella zoster results came back positive. Initially I would have diagnosed your symptoms as matching up with shingles, but due to you never having had chickenpox as a child, that’s what I’m going with.”

“You can’t be serious. I-I have a trip coming up! How long will it take for this to clear up!?”

“It can take up to two weeks for the rashes to scab over and for you to be non-contagious. The virus has been in your system for at least two weeks prior to your rashes appearing, so you’ll have to try and think back to who could have given this to you. I’ll give you prescriptions for topical creams and medicated soaps to help relieve the itch. But you will need to isolate yourself from everyone in order to stop the spread of this. Bottom line is: you have chickenpox, Taehyung. Nothing more can be done but to wait it out.”




While driving back to his parents’ complex, Taehyung’s mind was running a mile a minute.

He had the chickenpox? But how? That was only for kids, right?

He had first noticed the rash like bumps on his shoulders when he was packing for his annual beach trip with Jimin. They always traveled down to Busan to join the Park Family trip to Haeundae Beach ever since they met freshman year of university. With their trip two days away, Taehyung decided to schedule an appointment with his physician just to get some peace of mind on what these red, itchy bumps were.

Calling Jimin to tell him he wouldn’t be going with him was beyond upsetting. He could hear the pout in his best friend’s voice when he explained why he had to stay home.

It had been decided, rather quickly, that he could not stay in the house with his parents with such a contagious virus. As it turned out, there was someone else who was also in isolation due to contracting the chickenpox. So there he was...packing all that he could carry to his new isolation home with him.

In all honesty, it wouldn’t be all that bad.

But, of course, there was a catch.




“You want me to do WHAT?!”

“It’s just for the time being, Taehyung. Both of our families have discussed this and think this would be a good time for you to get to know each other better. Given the circumstances, of course.”

“Dad, what the hell?” Taehyung groaned, feeling his anger rising. “I will NOT live with him. I don’t even know him. And I sure as hell don’t want to marry him!”

“You really don’t have a say in that matter, son,” Daesung said, calmly drinking his tea. “You are the last of the Kim family to be married. And this is a good agreement for both of our families.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have this?” Seoyeon said softly. “It’s better than having to do this isolation alone...”

“Trust me, I’d rather do this alone than have to share space with my ‘fiancé’,” he grumbled to his mother. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m not ready to be married.”

Daesung grunted and turned away, refusing to be swayed on the matter. Seoyeon sighed and approached her son, holding his hands as she looked up at him.

“Jeongguk is a good man, my prince,” she said softly, heart breaking at the distress in her son’s eyes. “I know this isn’t easy...but I wouldn’t lie to you. While your marriage to Jeongguk will be greatly beneficial to both the Kim and Jeon family, I know he will be good for you, too. See how things go during this time. If you’re still convinced he isn’t suitable for you when this is all over, your father and I may be willing to compromise.”

Taehyung’s eyes instantly lit up at this. Out of her six children, his mother had always had a soft spot for him since he was the youngest. Even now, in the midst of a set-in-stone arranged marriage, she was still willing to do what was needed to make him happy.

“You promise?” he whispered softly, glancing over at his father carefully.

“I would never lie to you, Taehyungie.”




He had nearly finished packing two week’s worth of his belongings to go into his husband-to-be’s penthouse. Jeongguk apparently lived in Cheongdam-dong within Gangnam-gu and was the CEO of Jeon & Affiliates. It was obviously passed down from his father, but that was how these things tended to work: a “keep it in the family” mentality.

Taehyung remembered their first meeting: a distinguished benefit dinner with the affiliates of the Jeon family company. With his father owning majority shares with Korea Air, he was considered a close affiliate with the Jeon family and their essential traveling needs. Taehyung was bored out of his mind, downing his nth chalice of champagne, when he spotted the CEO. He was attractive at first glance, and Taehyung took in all his features: big smile, sharp jawline, round eyes, plump lips, and incredibly fit. He was talking with some associates, probably buttering them up for a business deal, and Taehyung scoffed as he moved onto his plate of shrimp cocktail.

He felt a pinch in his side and yelped, pouting at his mother who gave a shy smile.

“Go and talk to him!” she whispered, gently giving him a nudge towards Jeongguk. “He’s the son of Jeon Jingguk, your father’s friend and host of this dinner.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and stood up, cursing his luck when he realized Jeongguk was now alone and made eye contact with him. Taehyung tried to hide his amusement as the other man’s eyes got incredibly wide (if that was even possible) when he put on a charming smile.

“Hi! I’m Taehyung,” he smiled, reaching out his hand and receiving a firm shake in return.


“I know.” He stood a bit closer, bringing his champagne to his lips to take a slow sip.

“Um...what brings you here tonight?”

“Our dads have been buddy-buddy for a long while. And my mom wanted me to be polite and say hi.” Taehyung stood back slightly to get a better look at the man in front of him. “How old are you?”

Jeongguk cleared his throat quickly. “Thirty.”

“I...wouldn’t have guessed that.”

“What would you have guessed?”

“Something closer to my age? You don’t look thirty. I guess that’s good.”

“And you are...?”



“So, what do you do, Jeongguk?”

He didn’t expect Jeongguk to be so...boring. The business jargon thudded against Taehyung’s temples and he really would’ve preferred to be slamming his head into the nearest door available. He quickly attempted to change the subject, regretting asking what Jeongguk’s business entailed, and tried the hobby avenue instead. That was almost worse. He felt like he was talking to a brick wall, the CEO barely replying with more than a few words. How was this the same man he had just witnessed striking up conversation and laughing with colleagues not even fifteen minutes ago?

“Do you enjoy any art galleries?”

“Haven’t really been...”

“Oh. How about traveling?”

“Mostly business.”

“No vacations?”




“...Okay, bye.”

Without looking back, Taehyung walked back to take another glass of champagne and shrimp cocktail all while ignoring his mother’s scowl.

“Well, mom, that was a waste of time.” He could see that Jeongguk had moved on to speak to someone else, seeming to fall into comfortable conversation with another person of importance. “He’s beyond boring and clearly didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Why did you do that? Don’t you know who he is??” she whispered in exasperation.

“Yes. Another boring businessman,” Taehyung huffed. “I think I did him a pretty big favor by cutting the conversation short. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal,” she huffed, “is that that was a terrible way to treat a businessman and your future husband.”

The evening ended with Taehyung choking on the tail of his shrimp, having the Heimlich maneuver performed until he was sure he had cracked some ribs, and never wanting to see Jeongguk again.




Their second meeting was a bit rushed and informal compared to the first. Mrs. Jeon Eunha had put together a floral bouquet for Seoyeon’s birthday and Jeongguk was the delivery guy. Taehyung opened the door and was met with the businessman holding a stunning display of tiger lilies with a smile.

“If you’re trying to ask me out on a date, you should know that orchids are my favorite,” Taehyung said with a wink. Jeongguk cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.

“N-no, these are...for your mother. Birthday wishes from the Jeon family.”


Jeongguk looked over the peach blonde’s shoulder to see a little girl with pigtails running through the foyer towards them. She wrapped her little arms around his knees and smiled up brightly at Jeongguk.

“Youna! Hi, baby. You keeping Daddy and Papa busy?”

The four year old giggled and nodded quickly before turning back to look up at Jeongguk.

“Who’s that, Taehyungie?” she asked, head tilting to the side as she watched the stranger.

“Just one of my...friends,” Taehyung said awkwardly. Before either of them realized what was happening, Youna skipped over, reaching her hands up towards Jeongguk. He smiled, handed the bouquet over to Taehyung, and squatted down to her eye level.

“If you’re Taehyungie’s friend, then you’re my friend, too!” she smiled, leaning in to hug the CEO. Jeongguk’s eyes widened in surprise before he gently hugged Youna back.

“Youna! Baby, come here!” A taller man brushed by Taehyung quickly to pick up the little girl. He gave Jeongguk a bright, apologetic smile as she twisted in his arms to still look at her new acquaintance. “Sorry about that. She’s normally really shy around strangers. I’m Kim Seokjin, by the way. I believe we might have met a few months back at the InterFinancial Expo.”

Jeongguk nodded with a smile. “Yes, I believe we were interested in the new airbus models you were proposing for Korea Air.”

“God, you’re gonna bore me to death. And Youna, too.” Taehyung rolled his eyes as he tickled his niece playfully. He took her from Seokjin’s grasp and led her inside. “Come on, baby. Let Papa and Jeongguk do their business talk and we can make a snack and then make that blanket fort you wanted to try.”


He wished he knew that Youna had gotten her chickenpox from one of her classmates two weeks beforehand and had successfully given it to both him and Jeongguk through an innocent hug. Taehyung couldn’t be mad at his niece. He just wished it didn’t interfere with his summer plans.




Saying goodbye to his parents wasn’t really necessary. His mother cried as though she wouldn’t see him again and his father simply told him not to fuck anything up. So he promised he’d be back in two weeks and that he’d have his phone on him before leaving his home and getting in the car Jeongguk had sent for him. The drive from Bundang-ro into Seoul central wasn’t too long despite the traffic.

Taehyung really only came to Cheongdam on rare occasions. It was definitely for the wealthy and Taehyung didn’t really like to have money and riches flashed in his face. Two doormen at the front of the prestigious apartment complex quickly retrieved his bags from the back of Jeongguk’s sleek, black Mercedes. Everyone in the facility had dress suits and ties, which wasn’t odd to see in such an affluent part of the city. He was escorted to the elevators, no one saying a word to him, as one of the women at the front desk automatically registered the doors to close and ascend to the penthouse suite.

Alone in the massive elevator, Taehyung felt his nerves start to get the better of him. The last time he saw this man, he’d been extremely rude, abruptly left, and voiced that he had bored him to death. He doubted Jeongguk would want anything to do with him during this quarantine.

The elevator reached the 30th floor and the doors slowly retreated to reveal a long, ivory white hallway. A single ebony black door was at the end and Taehyung guessed that it belonged to Jeongguk’s suite.

He gave three crisp knocks and waited, staring at his reflection in the floor, before he heard footsteps on the other side. The door swung open and Taehyung quickly put on a smile.

“Hello, Taehyung.”

Wearing a black t-shirt tucked into black skinny jeans was Jeongguk. It was very unexpected from the sharp business suits he was used to seeing the man wear, but it seemed this wasn’t a business meeting. The small red spots on his arms were also out of the ordinary. He gave a small smile and stepped aside to allow the younger into his home.

“Hi,” he said quietly as he walked inside. “Thanks for having me.”

The suite was immensely bigger than he could have imagined. The ivory and ebony theme continued throughout the suite with marble and granite accents here and there. The entire back wall consisted of floor to ceiling windows and the second floor had two bedrooms and a master bath. The living room, off to the left, had the largest flatscreen TV Taehyung had ever seen outside of a movie theater. To the right, the kitchen had marble countertops, three stoves, and two refrigerators as well as a walk-in pantry. Taehyung knew his mouth was hanging and he couldn’t really bring himself to stop. Maybe his fiancé also having chickenpox wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Uh...are you hungry?” Jeongguk asked. “Or is there anything you need?”

He was being extremely nice, Taehyung could tell. He almost felt bad that he was hoping this arranged marriage wouldn’t work out.


He loved his single-life and freedom way too much to be tied down to anyone. Even someone as financially well-off as Jeon Jeongguk.

He let out a sigh and looked towards the stairs. “No. I think I’m just going to isolate myself upstairs. Which room is mine?”

Jeongguk deflated a bit, thrown off by the question. “Oh. Um, which room would you like?”

“Which one is yours?”

“The one on the left.”

“Then I’ll take the one on the right.”


The CEO moved to follow Taehyung when the younger abruptly stopped and turned. “I think I can find it on my own. Thanks.”

Jeongguk nodded and stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Of course. I’ll—” he paused. “Make us some food since it’s almost dinner time? It’ll be ready in about an hour. Do you want me to wake you if you’re sleeping?”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll just come down when I’m ready. Don’t wait up for me.”

Without looking back, Taehyung quickly went up the last few steps, opened the bedroom door on the right, and closed himself in. He wasn’t surprised that this room was also ivory white. It had a massive King sized bed and a joint bathroom as well as its own balcony. Another giant flat screen was mounted on the wall and a dual screen computer set-up was off to the side. Putting his bags down, Taehyung walked out onto the balcony, sighing at the breeze. He saw a matching balcony to his left, guessing that was for Jeongguk’s room. He spotted the ashtray, guessing that it wouldn’t be frowned upon to take a quick smoke.

As he thumbed a cigarette and his lighter from his back pocket, Taehyung watched as the sun slowly started to set. The reds and oranges swirled together as purples and dark blues interrupted their mixture here and there. He brought the filter to his lips and inhaled, filling up his lungs and closing his eyes. He breathed out, pushing the smoke between his lips and leaning against the railing to admire the scenery before him.

Two more weeks and, if he was healthy enough, he could go home and convince his parents how this arranged marriage was a mistake.




“Oh, my god. Did he really think he’d share a bed with you on your first night together?”

Taehyung giggled as he talked on the phone with his best friend, Jimin. He was already at the resort with his family in Haeundae and it felt strange not having Taehyung with him. They would no doubt be ogling over the guys at the resort by now and trying to pick one up for Taehyung to take back to his room. Instead, Jimin was alone in one of the spa rooms, crisp white robe in place as he lounged on one of the chaise chairs overlooking the beach.

“I really think he might have? I caught him off guard when I asked which room was mine.”

“TaeTae, be nice.” Taehyung could practically hear the pout in the other man’s voice. “He’s being really nice to let you stay with him. He has to deal with this sickness just like you do.”

“I know that,” he sighed, picking at his chipped teal nail polish. He should’ve done another coat before he left. “I just don’t know him? And my parents decided to just throw me into this.”

There was a pause as rustling could be heard on Jimin’s end. The blonde was probably getting up from his chair.

“’re not gonna maybe get to know him and give this a shot?”

Taehyung gave a dramatic gasp as he sat up in the bed.

HELL no.”

“That’s not fair.”

“JIMIN? What the fuck?”

“I don’t know! Just...maybe give him a chance? He’s pretty attractive—“

“He’s so old, Jimin…”

“Seven years apart isn’t that bad.”

“I’m not into old guys. Especially old business guys. I’d be bored out of my mind for the rest of my life.”


“He was cooking dinner for us.”


“I said I won’t be joining.”

“I’m gonna fucking punch your rude ass in the throat the next time I see you.”

Taehyung sighed, flopping back onto the mountain of pillows as he looked outside. The sun had set and the city lights illuminated the sky like makeshift stars. The only difference was that he probably could count all of these.

“I just don’t want him to think I’m into him. I’m giving the clear sign that I’m only here because I have to be.”

A gentle knock tapped at the bedroom door and the peach blonde quickly sat up.

“Jimin, I have to go. But text me, okay?”

They said their goodbyes before Taehyung looked over to the door. “It’s open,” he sighed.

Jeongguk quietly opened the door and Taehyung sighed again. He was holding a tray of food, most likely his dinner, as he sheepishly stepped inside the bedroom. There was a large plate of roast chicken, mushroom risotto, and steamed green beans and carrots.

“I said you didn’t have to,” Taehyung huffed as he looked at the food.

“I know...but it was getting late and I didn’t want it to get cold.” Jeongguk placed the tray on the desk. “I wasn’t sure what you liked to drink, so I stuck with water.”

The delicious aroma began to fill the air in the room and Taehyung turned red when his stomach started to growl.

“Well...thank you for dinner. I didn’t know you could cook so well. Ramyeon would have been fine.”

Jeongguk smiled shyly. “I guess it’s one of my hobbies.”

“Didn’t know you had any hobbies.”

The older man shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to say. “I don’t have many, I guess.”

“I had a smoke on the balcony. Hope that’s okay.”

Jeongguk waved a hand dismissively as he leaned against the doorframe. “I don’t mind. I smoke, too.”

“Wow, finally something we have in common.”

Instead of shying away, like Taehyung expected, Jeonggguk held his gaze and stared back at him. The younger man started to feel uneasy at the silence that filled the room and shifted on the bed before scowling.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s fucking creepy…”

“I’m...sorry?” Jeongguk blinked.

“Why are you looking at me,” Taehyung repeated, removing the question in his tone. Jeongguk smirked.

“I can’t look at my fiancé?”

“Like you’re about to devour my soul? Definitely not.”

“I haven’t really gotten to know you much,” Jeongguk sighed. “We’ve only met twice before this...and one time you ended up choking.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Taehyung rolled his eyes, going back to his phone to text Jimin.

“But,” the older continued, “I really want to try and make this work. I’d like to get to know you better. Even if it’s just chatting over dinner. If you’d rather stay in your room during your entire stay, I understand. I’ll cook for you and I’ll be right here if you need anything.”



“Thanks,” the peach blonde gave a small smile, looking up from his phone briefly. “For dinner and for trying so hard.”





6am was way too fucking early to be awake. Taehyung whined as he sat up and resisted the urge to scratch at his shoulders and back. Half of the pillows were in disarray and his hair wasn't in any better shape. Light rain pattered against the windows and he decided to make the executive decision to stay in his room with good old Studio Ghibli.

Grabbing his lighter and Marlboros, he stepped onto the cold granite of the balcony for his morning smoke. Seoul was gray and dreary, clouds hanging low and obscuring the massive skyline.

“Good morning.”

Dropping his cigarette in surprise, Taehyung turned to the source of the interruption. Jeongguk had his head in a newspaper, his own cigarette between his fingers as he thumbed through the columns from his own balcony. He seemed comfortable in his black sweatpants and black fitted t-shirt. He didn’t look up at the younger as he took a long drag. Pouting, Taehyung bent down to pick up the filter before taking another from the pack.

“Morning, Mr. “I Only Wear Black”. You owe me another smoke,” he huffed as he lit up a new cigarette and inhaled. Jeongguk arched his eyebrow as he looked from over the rim of his paper.

“Right. I have plenty in the kitchen drawer, you can help yourself whenever you’d like. I’m gonna make pancakes in a bit if you’d like some. I have to make some conference calls this morning.”

Taehyung leaned against the railing, watching the smoke slip past his lips. “Pancakes sound perfect actually. Thanks.”

“Any plans for today?” Jeongguk asked, folding his paper and snubbing out the end of the cigarette.

“Studio Ghibli and chill.”


“I think so.”

“Would you like company? My meetings should be done after lunch.”

Taehyung thought for a moment; thought about how Jimin told him to try and give Jeongguk a chance. He’d much rather prefer to keep to himself, but the guy was cooking for him and at least trying. And watching movies on that giant ass flatscreen would be pretty nice.

“Sure. We can watch them together. Give you a break from work.”

Jeongguk gave the first genuine smile Taehyung had seen since he first noticed him at the benefit dinner. He stood from his lounge chair and ruffled his hair out of his face.

“I’ll get started on those pancakes.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but steal a glance as his fiancé walked back inside, taking in the muscle and tone of his body. He hummed to himself, finishing up his cigarette to shower and freshen up.




“Totoro’s smile is way too big. Like the Cheshire Cat.”

“It’s a cute movie. Stop shitting on Totoro.”

“I’m not! Just pointing out facts. I liked Nausicaa a lot, tho.”

“Yeah, Nausicaa is good. I don’t know if we should do Princess Mononoke or Howl’s Moving Castle next. Oh, my god, maybe Castle in the Sky?”

“Just try not to talk through the whole thing this time.”

“I’ll have you know, my commentary is 500% necessary.”

The two were seated on the floor, blankets and pillows surrounding them as they munched on snacks and enjoyed some cold beer. As Taehyung tried to decide which film to watch next, Jeongguk’s cell phone buzzed harshly on the coffee table. He sighed and gave Taehyung an apologetic smile as he grabbed it, answering quickly as he stood up.

“Namjoon, is everything alright?”

Taehyung watched as the CEO walked towards the wall of windows, pacing back and forth as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Yes, I am fully aware that stocks will fall slightly during my absence. There’s really nothing we can do at the moment.”

Taehyung munched on the honey chips, finally deciding on Howl’s Moving Castle for their next movie. The clock read 3:51pm and he wasn’t sure how long this phone call was going to take.

Jeongguk had been on call with Namjoon, his CFO and Head Financial Analyst, all morning. The peach blonde was getting annoyed with the constant interruptions and wished Jeongguk would just turn off his phone. Or at least stick to his phone calls and leave him to his movie marathoning. As if he could read minds, Jeongguk glanced back at Taehyung and sighed.

“Hey...Joon. Can we just continue tomorrow? I’m kind of in the middle of something right now and—yes, I know I said I’d be on call. I have Taehyung here.”

Surprisingly, the CEO hung up the phone without letting the other man finish his sentence. Taehyung arched an eyebrow as Jeongguk came back to join him on the cushions on the floor.

“Everything okay?” he asked cautiously. He wasn’t 100% sure what the state of Jeongguk’s business was during his time away from the office and didn’t want to overstep by asking unneeded questions.

“It’s all good. Namjoon just worries a lot and talks for ages. I hang up on him all the time. No hard feelings.” He gave the younger a wink before leaning back against the pillows. “Let’s watch one more and then we can do dinner. How does ramyeon sound?”

Taehyung grinned and grabbed the remote to press play.

“Sounds perfect.”





“I’ve been wanting to try blue for the LONGEST time, oh, my god.”

Taehyung was FaceTiming Jimin. The blonde was sitting under a striped white and baby blue umbrella with his Gucci sunglasses in place. Taehyung was envious of the impressive tan his best friend was already sporting. He should be right there beside him, sipping on a insanely sweet cocktail while checking out this year’s lifeguard staff.

“Where are you going to get dye to do it? Have you left the suite yet?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and glanced over at Jeongguk. He was sitting at the dining room table with his laptop most likely typing away at another report.

“No. I’m like Rapunzel stuck at the top of the fucking tower,” he sighed, rubbing more of the topical cream over his bumps.

“At least you’re trapped with a hottie. Turn the camera around, I wanna see him.”

Taehyung sighed and switched the camera around so his bestie could see his fiancé. The blonde let out a long whistle and Taehyung groaned in annoyance.

“How have you not smashed yet? What is wrong with you? He’s so fucking hot!”

“Jimin can you shut up?”

“Actually, can you both keep it down?” Jeongguk said without looking up from his laptop. “Some of us are trying to get work done.”

“Such a dick…” Taehyung whispered as Jimin giggled. “See what I have to deal with?”

“He’s still hot, TaeTae.”

“Hobi would not appreciate you thirsting over my fiancé.”

“Hobi would also join me in thirsting over your fiancé, so there. I already told him how you’re trapped with a gorgeous guy and he’s highkey jealous. So now I’m jealous that my boyfriend is jealous of my best friend.”

Taehyung giggled, but stopped abruptly when Jeongguk was giving him a death glare.

“Jimin, I’ll talk to you later. I’m probably about to get scolded for being too loud.”

Jimin sighed, giving the peach blonde a pout. “You need to stop being so mean. Seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you later.” The FaceTime ended and Taehyung glared right back at the CEO. “Do you think you can just glare at me to intimidate me? I’m not a fucking child.”

“Well, you’re acting like one.”

“What the fuck is your deal? You were chill yesterday.”

Jeongguk sighed and went back to his work, rubbing his temples. “That was yesterday. I have work to do today. You didn’t have to end your call, just take it elsewhere.”

“No, you were rude and interrupted and eavesdropped. So I ended it. Hope you’re happy.”

“Seriously? Stop being a fucking brat, Taehyung.”

“I’ll stop being a brat when you stop being a dick.”

If looks could kill, Taehyung would be a dead man. He would never admit that the glare Jeongguk gave him when he said that literally made his stomach sink. But he held his own glare right back. Finally, Jeongguk slid his chair back and stood up. Taehyung was ready for whatever was going to come next. Or so he thought.

The brunette turned and walked towards stairs, going up tp his bedroom door. He opened it, gave one last look at Taehyung, then went inside and slammed it shut behind him. Taehyung blinked for a moment, confused as hell, before he shrugged and grabbed the remote to watch some TV.

Operation: Sabotage the Wedding was going just swimmingly.





“I made pancakes,” Jeongguk called as Taehyung finally emerged from his bedroom.

“I’m not eating any of your shit pancakes.”


“I ordered a pizza.”

“ 10 in the morning?”

“My brother’s husband owns a restaurant. So, yes: I ordered a pizza at 10 in the morning.”

“Well, okay then.”

“You’re not allowed to have any—”

“Taehyung. You can have your shitty pizza. I didn’t ask and I don’t care. Do whatever you want.”

He watched as the brunette took his plate of pancakes and went upstairs to his room. They had barely spoken since Jeongguk had stormed off to his room three days ago. The peach blonde felt like he probably struck a nerve with his calm, cool, and collected fiancé, but he really didn’t care. Taehyung rolled his eyes, plopping down on the couch, when his phone buzzed.

“Yoongi hyung~” he said sweetly. “Are you here?”

“No, not yet,” Yoongi sighed heavily. “And I’m not sure I’ll be able to come by. Youna has been running a fever and I’ve been up with her all morning, so I haven’t even gone into the restaurant today. I can make something from home and have Seokjin bring it to you after he finishes his shift? I’m really sorry.”

Taehyung pouted, more upset about his niece still feeling sick than about no longer being able to get his pizza. “She’s still not better?”

“Yeah...the doctor says that a fever is common with this thing. The chickenpox has scabbed over and she’s not itching anymore, but she definitely doesn’t feel 100% right now. Once the fever breaks, I think she’ll be good.”

Taehyung nodded softly, closing his eyes and sighing. He could only imagine how miserable the sweet little girl was feeling right now.

“Give Youna my love. And I’ll be happy with whatever you make me, Yoongi,” Taehyung said softly. “Jin can leave it in the lobby and they’ll send it up to me.”

After the call ended, Taehyung trudged over to the couch and draped a blanket over himself as he stared out the windows at the bustling city below.





“I wanna go out.”

Jeongguk glanced up from the book he was reading. The two of them had finished dinner and were lounging in the living room. He gave a small sigh as he went back to reading.

“I think that’s out of the question for the time being.”

“But why? I can’t even go take a walk?”

“You know why. And besides, we have the balcony to get some fresh air. It’d be best to stay away from other people until this thing calms down. Just a few more days.”

Silence filled the room again and Jeongguk eased back into his book.

“I just thinks it’s funny—“

“Oh, my god.”

“—that you think you can make me stay in here when I’m a grown-ass adult. I can’t stay in quarantine forever.”

“It’s another week at the most, Taehyung. Don’t be dramatic.”

Taehyung stood up, rushing up the steps to his bedroom. Minutes later, he emerged and descended back downstairs, wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans. Jeongguk immediately stood up as the other man walked towards the door.

“Taehyung, where the hell are you going?”

“For. A. Walk. I’d love to see you try and stop me.”

He managed to get a hand on the doorknob when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and lifted him up.

“What the fuck?!”

Jeongguk effortlessly lifted the peach blonde over his shoulder, dead-bolting the door and walking them back to the living room. He’ll admit it surprised him how easily the CEO was able to lift him up and carry him away, but he was still furious that Jeongguk wouldn’t just let him leave.

“You’re not leaving. Stop being so reckless.”



“Jeongguk, I swear to god, put me do—“

It happened more suddenly than either of them were prepared for. A reminder of why they were quarantined together in the first place. Taehyung suddenly felt dizzy as a wave of heat and a cold sweat overpowered him all at once. In a panic at seeing him turn pale, Jeongguk rushed to the kitchen and sat the younger on the marble counter to remove his jacket. He moved quickly to get some water and wet towels, anything to help Taehyung get through his sudden change in temperature. Each of his rashes felt like they were on fire and the level of discomfort was beyond anything he had felt the entire week before. Taehyung’s eyes watered to the point that his vision was blurry. When Jeongguk returned with a glass of water, he took it with shaky hands and tried to take slow sips.

It felt like ages, Taehyung trying to catch his breath while Jeongguk rubbed soothing circles on his back. When the peach blonde finally felt brave enough to take a deep breath without shaking or feeling nauseous, he closed his eyes and sighed.

“Better..?” Jeongguk asked softly, taking the glass of water and placing it in the sink. Taehyung simply nodded, rubbing his arms and wanting to just curl up and sleep.

“I wanna go to bed…” he whispered, his voice weak from what his body just endured. Jeongguk wordlessly lifted him from the counter and Taehyung didn’t have the strength to protest. He carefully climbed up the steps, but rather than going to Taehyung’s room, they entered Jeongguk’s bedroom instead.

“What are you doing..?” he asked, looking around in confusion.

“You need a bath. Maybe the steam will help you relax a bit.”

He sat the younger on his bed and moved to the master bathroom. Taehyung watched as Jeongguk bent over the large in-floor tub to turn on the hot water and add some of the medicated soap they both had been using to soothe their rashes. While the older was busy readying the bath, Taehyung took a moment to look over the room.

It was the only room in the entire suite that wasn’t white.

The walls were a deep burgundy and the floors were onyx black tiles. A large tri-monitor setup took up the side of the room. Taehyung guessed it was for gaming based off of the expensive looking keyboard, headset, and padded chair. A pull-up bar hung over the door to the balcony and some free weights were organized on a rack against the wall. Pictures and plaques hung on the walls, probably family photos and certificates of recognition for the company.

The bed he was currently sitting on was enormous; easily too big for just one person. Or even two. The mattress felt plush underneath him and he tried to fight the urge to lie down and fall asleep on it.

Just then, the bathroom door opened wider and the smell of eucalyptus and lavender wafted into the bedroom. Jeongguk’s sleeves were rolled up and he ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the door frame.

“Your bath is ready.”

Taehyung nodded and stood slowly, carefully walking towards the master bath. This room re-entered the white theme of the suite. He didn’t really take the time to admire the detailing since the warmth of the bath calling out to his shivering body.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”





“—still sleeping, but the fever has gone down.”

The strong smell of food filled the suite and Taehyung slowly opened his eyes. Last night after the bath was a blur, but he guessed that Jeongguk brought him to his own bedroom to sleep. The warm water just felt so good against his feverish skin that he couldn’t help but lean against the rim of the tub and close his eyes.

Reaching blindly for his phone and pouting once he saw it was on the bedside table, he groaned when he saw it was already 1:20 in the afternoon. He needed to get up; there was no need to sleep for over twelve hours.

“I’ll let you know if anything happens, Mrs. Kim. I’ll be sure to have him call you. Yes...of course, it’s no trouble at all. Thank you. Goodbye.”


Taehyung sighed as he sat up, slightly blushing at the realization that Jeongguk probably had to help him dress last night. He shook his head, giving a long stretch as he eyed his lighter and smokes.

“Might be a good idea to stay away from these for a bit,” he groaned. He slipped out of bed and opened the door, leaning over the railing and smiling softly.

Jeongguk had his signature black t-shirt and sweats, but his hair was up in a tiny sprout ponytail. Little wisps of the brunette hair framed the sides of his face as he stood over the counter kneading dough. Specks of flour dusted his cheeks and covered spots on the front of his shirt. A pot of something was bubbling on the stove behind him, probably soup or a stew, and a glass of wine sat off to the side on the counter away from his work area.

Once the peach blonde made his way downstairs, Jeongguk looked up from the dough he was working on and smiled.

“The Sleeping Beauty is awake,” he teased as he wiped his hands and forearms clean. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Taehyung said softly. “Thank you...for last night.”

“Of course. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Um…” the younger man took a few steps closer into the kitchen. “What are you making?”

Jeongguk grinned, a hand on his hip as he took his wine glass with the other. “Pizza.”

“From scratch!?”

“From scratch.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, instantly salivating at the idea of cheesy, doughy goodness. “Marry me.”

“I already am.” Jeongguk winked before turning to check the pot on the stove, which was most likely marinara. Taehyung instantly blushed and mentally face palmed, realizing he spoke without thinking.

So much for not letting Jeongguk think he was into this marriage.

“I called your mom to let her know how you were. I hope that’s okay.”

Taehyung nodded. Honestly, he hadn’t messaged his parents since he arrived at Jeongguk’s penthouse and he immediately felt bad that the first update on his well-being was that he had a fever spike.

“That's fine. Thank you.”

“Does she know you have a tattoo?”

“...No.” Taehyung blushed more. So Jeongguk did dress him last night. He and Jimin had gotten matching rose tattoos on their ribs, his on his left and Jimin’s on his right, when they graduated university.

“It’s nice.”


Jeongguk finished his wine and gave a look at his fiancé. “You sure you’re okay? You haven’t given me a snarky remark since you woke up.”

“I’m fine. Just...still thinking about yesterday, I guess.” He moved to sit at the barstool at the counter to face the older man. “I was literally bitching about wanting to go outside. About how tired I was of having to isolate myself because of this stupid chickenpox after only a week, and then that happened.”


“I’ve been an asshole. Thinking I was better than this. And you had every chance to rub it in my face...but you didn’t. I’ve been an asshole since the day we met and you’ve still been nothing but patient and nice to me. I honestly don’t know why.”

Jeongguk leaned against the counter, giving Taehyung a sympathetic smile. “You’re not an asshole. I understand it’s difficult to stay cooped up in a place you don’t know...with someone you don’t really know. I just hope that I can make this time a little easier. At least we’re doing this together, right?”

Taehyung smiled and nodded.

“Right. Now, hurry up with that pizza. The Sleeping Beauty is hungry.”





“So, you literally travel for a living?”

Taehyung nodded, shifting closer to Jeongguk as flipped through the TV channels. It was already past 10pm and the two of them were lounging comfortably in the living room.

“It’s more like I’ve taken it upon myself to travel in order to do my job better. I’m a social photographer, so I capture candid interactions between everyday people and submit my works to galleries and magazines. I was supposed to go with Jimin to Haeundae, but we do that every year. So those photos would have just been for me. The next new location on my list is Amsterdam this coming October.”

“You didn’t go into business?”

“I’m the only Kim sibling that didn’t follow in dad’s footsteps. I think he’s gotten over it by now, but he wasn’t too thrilled that I was pursuing a ‘real’ career. But I love what I do and can’t see myself cooped up in a cubicle somewhere like a drone. Jimin’s boyfriend, Hoseok, is a curator for multiple agencies and pop-ups all throughout Seoul, so he and I have been working together a lot recently. He likes my overseas works a lot, so that’s why I tend to do more of those. Plus, traveling is the one luxury I can enjoy thanks to dad.”

Jeongguk hummed, absentmindedly putting his arm on the back of the couch and behind Taehyung’s head. Both of their chickenpox had appeared to be receding and the small rashes had begun to scab over. The insatiable itch was finally gone and they both just had to keep an eye on any fever spikes or new sets of rashes. For the most part, they were finally on the mend.

“So where haven’t you been yet?”

“America,” he answered quickly, settling on watching some cooking competition and tossing the remote on the cushion beside him. “Wanna do New York. Cliché, I know, but it just looks so massive to me. I wanna spend time exploring it. That city was built to be captured in black and white. With winter coming up, I think maybe I could try and swing by and get some good shots.”

Jeongguk grinned at that. “If you’re free in the next four months, you can come with me. If you want to, that is.”

Taehyung’s head whipped around as his jaw dropped. “You’re going? And you didn’t tell me sooner??”

“Well, you never really asked…” Jeongguk gave a sheepish grin as Taehyung punched him playfully.

“Yes. I definitely want to go. I’m guessing it’s a business trip, so I can explore while you do your meetings and such. And we can meet up for dinner and chill in the evening. I’ve heard New York is so pretty during Christmas time with all the decorations. And the tree! We have to go see that famous Christmas tree with the skating rink.”

“Sounds like you’re already including yourself in my future plans.”

“I-I...well,” Taehyung chuckled awkwardly as he looked down at his feet. “Yeah, sorry. I just got excited.”

Jeongguk hummed to himself as he looked over at the TV. The contestants were just told they had to make a dessert using primarily balsamic vinegar, ricotta cheese, and cinnamon.

“I think it’s interesting that you’d want to travel across the world with me when you barely know me,” the CEO grinned, his tone obviously playful. He didn’t think anything of the silence that followed until Taehyung’s quiet voice filtered through over the background noise of the TV.

“So, why don’t you tell me about yourself? Not Jeon Jeongguk, CEO of Jeon & Affiliates. Just you. Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk smiled at that, tilting his head to look over at Taehyung. “Sure. Where do you want me to start?”

“Literally wherever you want. We have all night,” Taehyung said with a soft smile, turning on the couch to face the other man comfortably. Jeongguk nodded, and for some reason Taehyung felt butterflies of excitement fluttering in his stomach as he waited.

“I’ve always kept to myself, ever since I was a kid. Dad was always immersed with business and working tirelessly to build the franchise we have now. Mom was barely home, either expected to take trips with Dad or to promote the family name through fundraisers and associate dinners. So, growing up was a bit lonely. I have one older brother, Jeonghyun, but he was already in high school when I was born. So I didn’t get to spend much time with him either.

“Mom and Dad had me home-schooled for most of my early years. They hired the best educators from Seoul to teach me advanced curriculums in order to accelerate my education. They made some time for extracurricular activities that mostly included art and music. I didn’t get to experience an actual classroom setting until I was older. I was sent to an all-boys charter school and then a technical school to prepare me for university. I went on to study international business and finance at Seoul National University. That’s where I got my interest in finance, but also my love for computers and design—”

“—Wait.” Taehyung interrupted. “You’re into computer designing? Why didn’t you pursue that instead?”

Jeongguk sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because being CEO of the family business was already set in stone for me. My brother decided it wasn’t for him, so naturally the responsibility fell on me. It’s good to have other talents under my belt, though.”

“Like cooking and computer design,” Taehyung grinned. “Your food is phenomenal. You could have definitely trained to be a world class chef. And I saw the monitor setup in your room. Did you put that together?”

Jeongguk nodded shyly as Taehyung threw his hands up in mock disbelief.

“That’s fucking amazing! Like, do you realize how incredible you are? And you spend your time being one of the top businessmen in South Korea on top of all that?”

“I guess I haven’t really thought of it like that.”

“You’re so successful and put so much effort to get where you are today. Why are you settling for an arranged marriage, then?”

“That,” Jeongguk started, “is an excellent question. And, since I’m being open with you, I don’t mind sharing.”

“Okay, because I’m not 100% sold on the idea of being tied down. But I want to hear your side.”

“As you know, our fathers have been very close business partners for a long time. My father has no daughters. And all of your siblings have already married. I managed to overcome my fears and came out as gay to my parents right after I graduated. I was nervous as hell, especially for my dad’s reaction. But thankfully they took it well and still accepted me and my preference. From then on, Dad was always trying to set me up with businessmen he felt would be a good fit for me. I was never interested in any of them, though. They were too much like me: immersed in the business world and barely any time for anything else. I wanted someone who could compliment me. I wanted a counterpart to my personality but an equal as a partner. I think my parents took that into account when our families made this agreement to bring us together.

When I first met you at Dad’s benefit dinner, I’ll admit I found you extremely attractive. But, I could tell you wanted nothing to do with me. I was kind of a flop when it came to impressing you, but you were just so different. You were unlike anyone I’d ever met before. If I’m honest, my agreement to our arranged marriage was initially to make my family proud. Everything I had ever done was for that very reason. I saw this as another task as well; as something I was expected to do, almost like one of my business deals. I can’t say I feel that way anymore, though.

Taehyung’s ears perked at that. “Y-you don’t?”

“No. Because I genuinely do want to be with you, Taehyung. We still have over a year until our wedding, but this time that we’ve been together has shown me that being with someone is unlike anything I’ve ever done. And yes, we’ve had our ups and downs already, but it’s been a roller coaster that I wouldn't trade for anything else. All I’ve wanted is to be happy, and I can honestly say that going through this time with you has been good.”

Taehyung sat quiet for a moment, his eyes holding Jeongguk’s gaze for what felt like hours. His ears rang and his heart started to beat ever so quickly.

“I make you happy?”

“You do. You are just unapologetically you in everything you do. And I really like that about you. It’s what makes me want to make you happy while you’re here, despite having to go through having the chickenpox. It’s what makes me want to do anything for you.”

“I have been a literal asshole, Jeongguk.”

“And I think I know that you didn't intend to be. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who would do that without a reason. It’s almost like you wanted me to dislike you to dissuade me from the idea of marrying you. I know you’re not happy with our arrangement; it did kind of get dropped on you. That being said, I could never force you to do something your heart isn’t in just because I want it to happen. If anything, I’d be happy getting to know you better as friends. I’m sure the both of us could find some compromise to make our dads happy enough. Business partners don’t have to be married to keep family ties in place.”

Taehyung nodded, still too nervous to say anything as his mind processed everything that was being said.

“But, I want you in my future plans, Taehyung. Okay?”

The peach blonde bit his lip, looking back at his lap as he smiled.




After marathoning several episodes of cooking competitions and giving their own commentary on the credibility of the judges, the two made their way upstairs for bed. Taehyung reached for the doorknob to his room as Jeongguk continued on towards his room. Instead of saying goodnight, instead of just acting on the rebelling thoughts in his head, instead of asking Jeongguk if maybe it would be alright to spend the night together, he sighed and entered his own bedroom.

He quickly showered, inwardly beating himself up for doing what he said he wouldn’t do. There was no denying that Jeongguk was attractive, but here he was falling for him when he said he wouldn’t. He had a plan to stick to; but the longer he stayed here, the less clear that plan was becoming. And that’s what scared him the most: marrying Jeongguk no longer seemed like the worst idea in the world.

He toweled off his hair and slipped on a pair of shorts as he stepped onto the balcony to get some fresh air. He didn’t know what was happening or how this shift even began. He turned to look at the neighboring balcony, noticing how Jeongguk’s bedside lamp was still on. He reached for his phone in his pocket, fingers already navigating to his contacts and pressing “call”, despite the late hour.

“Taehyung?” Jimin said groggily. “Are you okay? It’s almost 2am!”

“I’m...fine,” Taehyung sighed and closed his eyes with a small smile. “My plan didn’t work after all: I think I’m falling for him. And I think I’m okay with that. Mission: Sabotage the Wedding is a bust.”






The sky had opened up early that morning as heavy rain pattered against the windows. Surprisingly, Taehyung had woken up early and had snuggled on the couch watching the rain. Telling Jimin about his feelings had helped him come to terms with this new development. It felt like going through one of his high school crushes all over again.

He liked Jeongguk.

He liked him enough to admit he was attracted to him and wanted to be more than friends.

He liked him enough to maybe even give this marriage a shot.

He still didn’t know if it was because of the close quarters or if his mind was still foggy from his touch-and-go fever, but he genuinely felt he wanted to give this man a chance. Jimin was fully on board with their relationship and wanted the two of them to get together. He tended to have a good sense of these types of things. He had said from the beginning to give Jeongguk a chance. He guessed he was right all along.

The timer on the coffee machine went off and Taehyung slid from the couch to get Jeongguk’s favorite mug. He knew the brunette liked his coffee black with two sugars, so he got the glass container of sugar cubes and watched the sweet squares dissolve into the dark liquid as he dropped them into the mug.

“Good morning, Tae,” Jeongguk called from the top of the stairs. He smiled when Taehyung turned to face him holding his mug. “Is that for me?”

“Yeah. I can’t drink this stuff unless it’s as sweet as me,” Taehyung winked as he handed the hot coffee over.

“Cute.” Jeongguk took a sip, noticing the faint blush that dusted the younger’s cheeks. “Did you sleep okay? You’re up early.”

“I just got tired of sleeping, I guess.”

“Tired of sleeping?” Jeongguk arched an eyebrow at that. Just at that moment, Taehyung let out a tiny yawn that made Jeongguk laugh. “Somehow I doubt that. You can go back to sleep if you’re still sleepy. I appreciate the coffee, love.”

For the first time since he entered the penthouse, Taehyung felt his heart race as Jeongguk watched him intently. He felt his feet moving before he could even process what he was doing. He closed the gap between them and let his arms wrap around a surprisingly slim waist. He let his head rest on Jeongguk’s shoulder and he closed his eyes as he smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

Taehyung sighed as he felt a hand rest on his hip before he was brought closer in a tight hug. He never noticed how good Jeongguk smelled until he was close like this. Sandalwood and jasmine. He brought his face closer to his neck, his nose brushing against the soft skin. The hand on his hip started to rub in slow, soothing circles and he wanted to satiate the urge to just get even closer to the man holding him.

“Can I kiss you, Taehyung?”

The peach blonde pulled back slightly to look up at him, his mouth slightly agape. Their faces were inches apart and Taehyung felt the other man could definitely feel his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

“Wow. I-I mean, just, wow. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, because I do! I’m just trying to process the fact that you want to kiss me right now. I mean, I promise I brushed my teeth so my breath should be okay but toothpaste breath and coffee breath doesn’t really mix so maybe you should finish your coffee first and--”



“Just shut up and kiss me.”





The two had gone from softly making out to tongues dancing with one another in seconds flat. He didn’t know how they made it upstairs so quickly, but they were definitely in Jeongguk’s room and on Jeongguk’s bed. Taehyung was caged beneath the taller man, flushed a light pink as he felt strong hands slip under his shirt to pinch and tease at his nipples. Jeongguk discovered rather quickly how sensitive they were and wanted nothing more than to hear the peach blonde’s pretty moans every time his fingers brushed against the hardened nubs. He sat up quickly to pull his black t-shirt over his head, carelessly tossing it somewhere in the bedroom before bending down to let his lips replace his fingers.

Taehyung shut his eyes tight and arched off the bed, feeling that tongue flick against his nipple as long fingers stroked the other. He whimpered as Jeongguk continued; he was already slightly leaking through his shorts and they had barely even done anything yet. He didn’t want to come too early and be embarrassed. With shaking hands, he gently tugged at the brunette’s hair to pull him up, kissing him hard as he wrapped his legs around the slender waist. He gasped, feeling his cock brush against Jeongguk’s muscular thigh and started to grind his hips against him.

“Tell me what you want, love,” Jeongguk groaned, the whines and whimpers that filled his ears driving him crazy with need.

“W-Want...everything. Please.”

Jeongguk sat up in that moment, leaving Taehyung slightly confused.

“Strip for me.”

Taehyung bit his lip and nodded, slowly pulling the soft yellow t-shirt over his head. Jeongguk moved to allow the younger to turn over and he raised his hips to slowly slide his shorts down to reveal soft white lace. The brunette groaned at the unexpected sight, letting his hand gently trail over the curve of Taehyung’s lower back to cup at his ass. His fingers brushed against the lace, pulling the material aside to see the puckered hole fluttering in anticipation. Jeongguk pulled the panties taught, letting the center of it drag against Taehyung’s entrance and bring his balls closer together. Bringing his knees up, Taehyung raised his ass higher with his torso flat against the bed, grinding his hips back against the slow friction. He knew he wanted more than what Jeongguk was giving him, but it all felt like too much already.

“This,” Jeongguk said lowly, his fingers pulling at the waistband and letting it go to snap at the soft skin of Taehyung’s waist. The younger bit his lip, taking a mental note that Jeongguk most likely had a thing for lingerie. He would tuck that gold nugget of info away for the future.

When Jeongguk finally pulled the panties down his trembling thighs, Taehyung felt his blush travel down his neck when two hands spread him open. Despite knowing it was coming, he still couldn’t stop the deep moan when he felt Jeongguk flick his tongue between his cheeks. With a new-found confidence, the brunette licked harder, the flat of his tongue dragging across every sensitive nerve. Taehyung could only press his hips back and pull at the sheets as he felt that tongue lap harder and faster, saliva dripping down and making a mess of the job at hand. Just when Taehyung thought it couldn’t get any better, Jeongguk let his thumbs dip into his wet hole and spread him open to let his lips wrap around his rim and thrust his tongue as deep as he could go.

“J-Jeongguk!” Tahyung gasped. He whimpered as Jeongguk moved to sit up, his mouth never leaving his wet, pink rim as he wrapped strong arms around the blonde’s waist. He pulled Taehyung’s lower body up to his face and continued to eat him out, groaning as the moans began to sound more desperate.

The brunette finally pulled back after several deep thrusts, breathing shallowly as he licked his lips slowly. He felt Taehyung go slightly limp in his arms as his body trembled. Jeongguk chuckled lowly, placing a soft kiss to the curve of Taehyung’s ass.

“I’m guessing you liked that?” Jeongguk teased, turning the other man over.

“Just...hurry up and fuck me, Jeongguk,” Taehyung whined, spreading his legs wide and wrapping his long, slender fingers around the base of his cock. “D-Don’t wanna come without you inside me. Just want you.”

“I know, love. You’ve got me.”

Taehyung sat up in that moment, bringing his hands down to the waistband of Jeongguk’s boxers and pouting as he tugged them down. Jeongguk lifted his hips until the boxers were finally removed and tossed aside. The only word Taehyung could think of was: pretty. Jeongguk’s dick was just thick enough to make the peach blonde drool. The head was already flushed red with a dew drop of precum threatening to slide down the thick vein on the underside. Placing his hands on the dense muscle of Jeongguk’s thighs, Taehyung leaned forward and took the leaking head between his lips. Fingers immediately tangled in his hair as he sank lower and he felt a sense of pride when Jeongguk let out the deepest, sexiest moan he’d ever heard once his lips hit the base.

Taehyung could only suck him off with a few more slow drags of his lips before Jeongguk had to pull him back up. He kissed him hard, tongue invading the peach blonde’s mouth. He moved them back to their original position; his body hovered over Taehyung’s as he undoubtedly reached for the condoms kept in his bedside drawer. He smiled at the cute pout when he tore the foil and rolled the condom over his length.

“Safety first~!” Jeongguk teased with a wink followed by a waggle of his eyebrows. Taehyung groaned, hiding his face behind his hands.

“How can you be so hot and so cringey at the same time?” he giggled.

“I know I’m awkward, don’t remind me.”

Jeongguk brought two fingers to Taehyung’s pouty lips and the younger immediately opened, coating the digits with as much saliva as he could. He could already tell the stretch would be tight just by looking at how thick the brunette was, but he fully believed he could still take it. Jeongguk had only scissored him open with two fingers and had just begun with a third when Taehyung gently held his wrist to stop him.

“It’s okay. I’m ready.”

They both wordlessly agreed in that moment that they wanted to take it slow. It was their first time, after all. There would be plenty of time to play out roleplaying kinks or see just how rough they could go. Taehyung’s knees were bent on either side of his body as Jeongguk gripped the backs of his soft thighs. The slide was slow and Jeongguk could see how tight Taehyung’s eyes were shut. The warmth swallowed him inch by inch until he finally felt his hips press against Taehyung's warm skin. He let out a shaky breath, feeling the stretched rim flutter and clench around him.

“You okay?” Jeongguk asked softly.

Taehyung nodded quickly before opening his eyes. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but it was only because it felt so fucking good to feel so incredibly full. When Jeongguk slowly pulled his hips back, a tear did manage to slide down his cheek. The drag of a cock against his rim was his absolute favorite; he needed for Jeongguk to move faster. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.

“I-I need,” Taehyung gasped, “you to move faster. Please.”

His hips were lifted up from the bed before Taehyung had his breath taken away. He tossed his head back, moaning loudly as Jeongguk effortlessly managed to hit his prostate at just the right angle. The smirk that the older man gave him made his stomach do somersaults as Jeongguk set a quicker pace. Strong hands grabbed his knees to spread his legs as wide as they could go. Taehyung was already arching, the intimacy so overwhelming and yet very much welcomed. He desperately needed to be closer to Jeongguk. He wrapped his arms around the brunette’s shoulders to bring him back down to his eye level. Jeongguk latched onto the soft skin of Taehyung’s neck, kissing and sucking and biting to draw out more of those pretty moans.

Everything was hot.

Everything was perfect.

All he could think of was how Jeongguk was giving him an incredible high that he never wanted to come down from.

They could have been at it for five minutes or five hours for all Taehyung knew. Each thrust was making each moan louder than the one before it. He felt a hand gently grip his chin and tilt his head up. He slowly opened his eyes, biting his lip hard as Jeongguk watched him intently.

“So beautiful,” he whispered softly. Taehyung couldn’t help but whimper at that. He was so overstimulated he wanted to hide, but Jeongguk held him in place as his thrusts increased in speed. “Look at me, love. I want you to look at me when you come.”

A long groan transformed into the deepest moan as Taehyung felt his orgasm throughout his entire body. His nails dug into Jeongguk’s arms as he arched fully off the bed and painted his torso and belly in creamy white. It was too hot and he let out a gasping scream as Jeongguk fucked him through his orgasm until his hips stayed flush against his ass. Taehyung weakly milked Jeongguk through his orgasm as his cock throbbed inside of him. With a groan, the brunette let himself fall on top of the smaller man, holding him close and giving a deep kiss until they were able to breath regularly.

Taehyung whimpered softly when he felt the softened cock slip out, his hole winking after no longer being perfectly filled. He watched Jeongguk discard the condom before he pulled the thick blanket over the both of them. They shared a tender kiss as Jeongguk flipped them over to allow Taehyung to lay on top of him. He folded his arms on his fiancé’s chest and grinned.

“Not bad,” he started, “for a boring businessman.”

“Not bad for a bratty photographer.”






“Nng...yes, right there.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise you won’t. Just go harder, please.”

Jeongguk leaned closer, letting his fingers dig into Taehyung’s sore back muscles. He had just finished an afternoon bath and the brunette had insisted on giving him a massage to help ease any lasting tension. Taehyung wrapped his arms around the plush pillows, burying his face in them and moaning softly when Jeongguk gave a deep massage down between his shoulder blades.

Perfect,” he sighed, finally feeling the uncomfortable knot disappear. “Thank you.”

Jeongguk straightened his back, giving the peach blonde a gentle pat on his shoulder as he smiled. “Of course, love.”

The atmosphere between the two of them had grown more comfortable over the last couple hours. Kissing while sitting in Jeongguk’s lap with his legs wrapped around the brunette and his hands tangled in his hair was quickly becoming Taehyung’s favorite thing to do. It always drove the older man crazy. They spent the entirety of yesterday lazily kissing and fucking wherever they could and neither of them had any complaints. At the end of the night, instead of letting Taehyung enter his room of nearly two weeks, Jeongguk gently took his wrist and insisted they share his bed for the night. Taehyung didn’t know how he became a blushing mess around Jeongguk so easily, but the sensation was all so new to him. His confidence faltered any time he was called a cute pet name or kissed in a spot that would make his knees weak. It didn’t help that all the events from the last forty-eight hours kept replaying in his mind.

“Have you called your mom?” Jeongguk said quietly as he stood from the bed to make his way to open the balcony doors. The peach blonde blushed, clearing his mind from his thoughts to focus on what Jeongguk has just said.


Taehyung’s smile faltered a bit as he sat up from the bed. Today was the day he was going home. It was the day he had been anticipating since he stepped foot into the CEO’s penthouse, but now he no longer felt the urge to leave so soon. He watched as Jeongguk lit up a cigarette and quickly inhaled. He leaned over the railing to look out over the city as he let the smoke slowly stream past his lips. He was hit with a slight tinge of regret in that moment. He wished he was able to spend every day getting to know Jeongguk better rather than just the last few days of their quarantine.

“I’ll start packing and give her a call,” he said softly, sliding from the bed and walking to the guest room to gather his belongings. Of course he was excited to go home. He missed his family. He wanted to give Youna the biggest hug as soon as possible and see Jin and Yoongi. He wanted to go on adventures with Jimin and get into stupid trouble with him.

He also hoped that things wouldn’t automatically go to how they were before he walked through Jeongguk’s front door.

He sat on his bed once his bags were mostly packed and dialed to call his mother. He wasn’t surprised that she answered on the first ring.

“Taehyung~!” she exclaimed. “How are you, my prince?”

“I’m doing well, Mom. I’m all packed up.”

“We’ve missed you here. Youna has been so excited to see you. And Yoongi is making all of your favorites, so I hope you’re bringing your appetite along with you. Seokjin left not too long ago to pick you up. How is Jeongguk?”

Taehyung blushed at that before hanging his head and smiling shyly. He stood up and walked over to his balcony, leaning on the railing as Jeongguk sat on his balcony lounge chair. They shared a genuine smile with one another before Taehyung turned to face the city ahead of him.

“He’s great. Really great,” he said softly.

Really great, huh?” she echoed.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna give married life a shot.”