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Getting eaten out was both Taehyung's favorite and least favorite thing ever.
It was heaven when done right. It made him feel hot, exquisite and desired. It has the potential to get his toes curling and his thighs quivering. But best of all it could relax a long day’s worth of hard work and tension and have him feeling all kinds of happy.
So yes, in Taehyung’s opinion having someone taste you in a place that's so intimate and having that person do it well was an out of the world experience.
But unfortunately, most people that Taehyung had the misfortune of experiencing it with just did not know how to do it right.
It was either too sloppy, underwhelming or just plain bad . But the worst thing about it all was that Taehyung couldn't even be bothered to explain to the person what it was they were doing wrong because when it came to his lifestyle the people he ended up in bed with was usually just a one time thing with a stranger he met at the bar or a work party.
He didn't do relationships. He had tried going steady with different people but it always went south one way or the other and it wasn't for a lack of trying. Because no matter who he was in a relationship with our how nice they were, in the end a relationship itself just seemed like too much of a commitment to be incorporated into the life he had as a major upcoming fashion designer.
He needed to travel, work long hours, sometimes stay at different places near fashion houses for multiple months, and he knew asking someone to put up with a nearly non-existent partner was unreasonable.
Besides, he was just too busy for love at the moment and it wasn't what he needed at this point in his career where he couldn't prioritize anyone else.
That didn't mean he didn't have love of course. He had plenty of good friends and his supportive family filling that space. He had his career that he was passionate about that was kicking off, and going all the right places, but most of all, he had with him the only constant love in his life, his darling Pomeranian Yeontan, and that's all the love he needed.
After all, the pent up sexual frustration that he needed to release usually came quite easily through the aforementioned one night stands that he would pick up. And while some of them had been quite an enjoyable fuck, his only qualm? None of them particularly knew how to eat ass particularly well.
"Just don't ask them to eat you out then." His best friend, Jimin's voice filtered through his phone. "Save yourself doing the fake gasps of pleasure."
Taehyung sighed into his phone that he balanced between his cheek and his shoulder as he dried his dark locks with his white towel. "What makes you think I ask them to eat me out? It's always the ones that suck at it that offer for some strange reason." He mutters with disdain making Jimin laugh.
"Maybe you should update your tinder bio to 'eat ass well or perish' at least then it'll make them think twice."
"Maybe I should," He agrees with an amused smirk thinking of how it would play out.
"So who's the guy you've chosen for tonight?" Jimin asks with unbridled enthusiasm.
"You're making it sound like I'm some serial killer." Taehyung jokes, putting his towel away and placing his phone on the table, turning the speaker on as he sat down in front of his vanity to move on to skin care.
Jimin's voice crackles through the phone. "Okay I'm picturing it now and you as a serial killer would be so sexy."
Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Don't project your fantasies onto me just because you have a thing for criminals."
"Just because I watch documentaries about them doesn't mean I have a thing for them." Jimin defends with a snort. "Though, the episode I watched last night about this one mobster back in the late eighties looked like my wet dream not gonna lie."
Taehyung shakes his head, using the jade roller to massage the essence he had applied onto his face. "Might I remind you that your boyfriend is literally a detective."
"Yoongi doesn't mind. He loves it when we role-play with him being a criminal in bed."
"Oh my God," Taehyung laughs, putting on his under-eye masks. "There's no way I'm going to look at him the same way.
"Good," Jimin cackles. "My sole purpose in life is to destroy that brooding persona he tries to put up. But back to you, who's the next potential one night stand story horror story I'll be listening to tomorrow?"
Taehyung clicks his tongue. "Don't jinx it. I've been craving good sex ever since you made me read that self discovery novel."
"Told you you'd like it," Jimin says smug.
"You know, I thought it would be a story about some rich dude giving up everything and understanding spirituality or something, I was not expecting it to be a raunchy novel about a guy in his mid-forties discovering his sexuality."
"Why would anyone want to read about some rich guy becoming spiritual?" Jimin snorts.
"Haven't you heard about ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’?"
"Who?"
Taehyung let out a breath of laughter. "Never mind. And the guy is just someone I matched with on Tinder a few weeks back. He seemed cool enough through text and he's down to just fuck so I thought why not?"
"Ooo~" Jimin enunciates. "How come you've not mentioned him earlier?"
Taehyung taps on his white marbled table looking at himself in the mirror as he shrugs. "I don't know, there was just nothing comical enough that was worth mentioning I guess."
He hears an excited gasp ring through. "Shut. Up." Jimin squeals.
"What?" Taehyung asks, already defensive.
"He's fucking hot isn't he? You haven't mentioned anything because you couldn't find anything to poke fun at."
"That's so not true." Taehyung scoffs. "He's not that hot. Besides, I've only seen him in pictures, he might be a complete catfish for all I know."
"Uhuh," Jimin hums unimpressed. "What kind of pictures has he sent you?"
"You know, the usual." Taehyung insists. "Nothing too crazy."
"Taehyung, babes, I know you and your standards are like—unrealistically high. You've made fun of the pics some of the hottest boys sent you back when we were in Uni. So I'm going to give you three seconds to crack a joke about literally anything about this guy or I'm going to assume you've found a literal God on Tinder."
Taehyung takes in a breath of disbelief. "That is not true. My standards are decently high. And those boys were in over their heads. It's not my fault Mr. Bicep Bongo kept sending me the same pose with the same arm flexed every. single. time."
"Bicep Bongo," Jimin chortles a laugh. "That was a particularly good one. I still can't believe you called Wonho that to his face. Poor guy looked like he was shot in the dick."
"Hopefully that taught him to switch it up a bit. I might have even saved a little trouble for his next relationship."
"Anyways, your three seconds are up, and since you tried to protect this new Tinder booty call of yours by bringing up one of your past endeavours I'm already imagining a Greek God all up in your new condo."
"You're impossible." Taehyung huffs, shaking his head as he peels off the cold under-eye patches.
"I really hope he fucks as good as he looks.” Jimin says wishfully. “Otherwise I'm the one who's going to be mad."
"And why's that?" Taehyung humors him, finishing up his routine with his hand cream.
"Because when someone finally looks good enough aesthetically to fit my best friend's standards, they better fit my best friend's sexual standards too."
Taehyung purses his lips in a smile. "Well either way, you'll be the first to know how it goes."
Jimin makes an enthusiastic hum. "That's true. God—now I want tomorrow to come so bad because I'm so curious."
"Just watch another marathon of your serial killer documentaries, it'll be morning before you know it."
"You might be mocking me but I don't care. I will be watching them regardless."
"Touché." Taehyung grins, knowing Jimin too well.
"Wait, what about Tannie? Have you kept him inside his play pen?"
As if to answer that question Yeontan comes sauntering into his room, barking as a signal to be picked up. He was always a little diva even as a puppy, and Taehyung loved him to bits even if it meant that he was usually on the receiving end of his sass.
He reaches down, placing his palm under the Pomeranian's belly and lifting him onto his lap.
"Not yet," He answers Jimin, brushing Tan’s fur and peppering small kisses on his head. "I'll put him in when he's sleepy. You know how he gets. If he isn't near me he starts getting antsy."
"I still can't believe he bit a hole into the pants of your last date." Jimin recalls a little too enthusiastically. "The damage he can do for being a cute little dog is wild."
"It's really not Tannie's fault.” Taehyung insists. “He's just an introverted puppy. Besides, that asshole deserved it. He said he didn't like classical music. What kind of monster doesn't like classical music?"
"The kind that deserves to get their pants eaten apparently." Jimin says, amused.
Taehyung snorted. "As if Tan would eat his ugly polyester pants. He spit it out right into his lap."
"I'm glad I played with Tan since he was little. I don't think I could survive his wrath."
"You know Tan loves you."
"I know. I mean who doesn't?" Jimin replies cheekily. "But it's still cute how different you two are. You're such a social happy butterfly and Tan is such a shy angry cutie."
"Right," Taehyung laughs, giving said dog belly rubs. "I'm going to have to go now. My booty call is going to be here in an hour. And I've got to get ready."
"Dressing up for Hot Stuff?" Jimin asks with a teasing tone.
"As if I'd go through that much effort for a one time thing. I've just gotten out of the shower. I'll probably just wear my pajamas. Clothes are predicted to be off real quick anyway."
"If you were anyone else I would've advised you otherwise. But you look like a runway model even in sweats so you do you, babe."
"Thank you, I will." Taehyung says, satisfied.
"Right then, have fun and be safe. Don't forget to call me with the deets tomorrow. Kisses."
"Bye," Taehyung smiles, cutting the call.
He looks at Yeontan who wags his tail and gives him his signature puppy dog eyes.
"You're an angel." He tells him, booping his cute dark nose. "Do you want a treat before bed?"
Tan barks in agreement. Hopping up at his chest making him laugh.
"I'll take that as a yes. Let's go get your snacks," He says and lifts him in his arms.
When an hour had passed Taehyung was in his kitchen taking out a few different bottles of alcohol from the fridge. He poured a glass of red wine for himself, taking a few sips to calm his nerves. Though he did in fact go forward with his claim of wearing PJs, he chose one of his slightly fancier, expensive silk ones.
It was a royal blue set with white vertical white stripes. A simple shirt and pant design that went all the way up to his ankles. It brought out the melanin of his skin, made his ebony eyes pop, but most of all it was comfortable and one of his favorites.
Now bringing a guy over for a night wasn't something new or different for him, but what Jimin had guessed wasn't entirely wrong.
The Tinder date he got talking to was hot hot. At first he hadn't thought much of it since the guy's pictures on his profile were mostly just of him with his friends being all smiley and goofy, which don't get him wrong, was also attractive.
He had a nice smile, a little bunny like, but unabashed and genuine with the way his eyes creased and his dimples showed. Which was another feather in his cap. He had dimples. Not as prominent as some other people he knew with rather deep ones, but arguably just as cute.
However, when they matched he thought nothing of it when he went ahead and messaged him, after all, he had chats with multiple cute boys. And this one's profile didn't particularly stand out or draw him in.
He was just bored and wanted a new fling so he sent him a text saying he thought he was cute.
He was expecting some corny comeback or a pickup line but instead all he got back was a— Hi! Thank you. You're cute too :D
Which was not what he anticipated, but also kind of a breath of fresh air. So he went ahead and continued the conversation.
He found out that he was a photographer for various magazines and travelled a lot, he had a bit of an adventurous streak, enjoying all those adrenaline junkie activities like Bungee jumping and Rock climbing. He had grown up in Busan and moved to Seoul when he was eighteen. And they both had similar taste in music.
Taehyung had to admit that he did enjoy texting him, unlike with most of his other chats with guys on dating apps that went on just to make sure they weren't creeps, he found himself genuinely interested in the things he has to say. Here and there he would crack jokes that made Taehyung physically laugh or narrate an incident in a way that he couldn't help but smile.
But Taehyung soon realized he was getting side-tracked and hadn't mentioned the nature of the relationship he was interested in and so he came clean, letting him know that he wasn't interested in anything more than a casual hook-up and the guy seemed pretty understanding of it, mentioning that he wasn't looking for anything serious either, which was great and exactly what Taehyung needed.
Most of his previous flings went south because they all eventually wanted something more out of it, a committed relationship, and Taehyung couldn't give them that.
That's why he figured it was better to just find new people to spend lonely nights with, that way they didn't get attached and didn't expect anything else.
With the experiences that he had he was also well aware of how easy it was for one person to start confusing feelings for someone you shared a bed with. So through the years he found himself coming up with a full-proof set of reliable rules to keep everything on track.
One of those rules was that once the two parties agreed on the kind of relationship he wanted, it was best to keep conversations that weren't of sexual nature between each other short and to the point.
And that's exactly what he started doing. From that moment onwards, he didn't carry on with the back and forths with this cute Tinder guy like he used to. Sometimes outrightly ignoring messages asking how his day was or what he thought about a new song from an artist they both liked.
And even though Jimin had pointed out that his methods could be pretty mean, Taehyung would like to argue that it was quite effective in filtering out people that needed emotional attachment and it was saving oneself from unnecessary knowledge about someone they didn't need to know about anyway.
Thankfully, the guy seemed to understand the change pretty quickly. Soon his texts were only ever about a new picture Taehyung had posted, letting him know how gorgeous he looked in it, or how well his clothes fitted his silhouette.
That's when their messages to each other turned into what Taehyung was looking for.
Soon they exchanged phone numbers and then he got to see a side of this Tinder guy in a whole other light.
Usually, Taehyung was the one to initiate heading their texts to more heated conversations. It started with him sending the guy a picture of himself on the bed. Nothing scandalous, just his face with his chin resting on his palm sporting a coy smile. He was wearing a simple white tee with his dark hair curtaining his forehead and bedroom eyes.
He gets a reply after a few moments telling him he looked like what dreams were made up of. And though Taehyung rolls his eyes, he finds heat building up at the tips of his ears at the compliment.
He texts him a quick thanks and asks him to send a picture of himself too.
His Tinder boy tried to get out of it saying he had been working all day and wasn't looking his best, but Taehyung managed to coax him to send a picture anyway.
So he does. By the looks of the background, he's in an office, seated on a chair wearing all black: a turtleneck with a dark coat over it. His midnight black hair was parted in the middle and was long enough to put into a small bun. His eyebrows were dark and strong in contrast to his more laid-back, sultry eyes.
Taehyung takes his time studying his features when he gets a text from him asking him to excuse his shabby hair and that he was planning to have it cut by the end of the week.
He quickly texts him back asking him not to.
Don't. I like the long hair. He had said. It's hot.
What he doesn't tell him is that he's already wondering what it would feel like to comb his fingers through his hair and tug on it to bring him closer. Would he groan? Would he smirk?
He chews on his lip as he waits for his reply.
I guess I'll be cancelling my appointment with the salon then.
Taehyung grins, telling him that was a good decision.
Another time Taehyung was contemplating between two of his designs for a summer collection. So he sent pictures of him wearing both the pastel blue and the white pants. He had taken the selfies in the mirror angling his body to the side so that Tinder boy could get the full effect.
Which one's better? He asked.
He got a reply in a few minutes. What's the occasion?
No occasion. I need to scrap one design. Not sure which one :(
He chews on his lip with a smile as he waits.
That's a tough one. Anything on you looks amazing.
Taehyung let out a huff of disbelief. But couldn't deny liking that statement.
Please? I really need another opinion.
If I had to choose I guess I would say the pastel one.
Why? Taehyung asked, looking at the two pictures he had sent.
It compliments your figure more.
What does that mean? He presses, wanting to know what specifically looked better.
It has a better silhouette on your frame.
He laughed at his attempt to be eloquent. Preferably not in eighteenth century dialect.
I'm trying to explain it in well educated fashion terms and not like a moron.
Taehyung internally applauded his effort . Well, I don't need an insider's view on it. I want the opinion of the general public. He paused before adding— And don't worry, us fashion folk aren't as scary as we seem. I won't hunt you down for using the wrong terms.
There was a brief pause before the next reply. The pastel one makes your ass look better.
Taehyung smirks, satisfied. That wasn't that hard, was it?
He was sent a few laughing emojis followed by an: I walked right into that one, didn't I?
Taehyung smiled. You did. But you also passed the test of knowing which type of stitching gets just the right fit in pants.
Oh God. He types. It's a good thing I didn't know that was a test. I would've spent more time analyzing the pictures then.
Taehyung rolled over in his bed, looking at the screen with an amused expression. Don't sweat it. You'll be getting more pictures to 'analyze'.
Guilty. You can't analyze art.
Taehyung purses his lips. You think my ass is art?
No, I think you're art.
He's smooth. Taehyung realizes that soon enough. Nothing he says is ever distasteful or even mildly annoying.
All of their texts to each other are always filled with a good energy, both of them being able to play off each other's snarky comments or observations.
And that's why every time they start to stray into more friendly conversations with more depth Taehyung has to remind himself to cut it short.
There was no point in making himself comfortable with something that wouldn't last long anyway.
But that was another reason why he hadn't mentioned him to Jimin.
He had been friends with him since high school. If there was one person who knew Taehyung more than himself it was Jimin.
Soulmates wasn't enough of a bond to describe what the two had. And usually that was a good thing. But not in situations like this where Jimin would sniff out Taehyung actually enjoying his texts with Tinder guy.
And then he would probably ask Taehyung to try getting to know him or actually date the guy, and remind him of how his last serious relationship was four years ago and unless he would be happy being alone forever, he had better start looking for someone to be with. To which Taehyung usually replied saying he wasn't alone—he had Yeontan.
Speaking of Yeontan, since it was nearly time, he picked up the little guy and put him inside the fenced play pen he had made for him in his study room.
"Stay here okay, Tannie?" He said booping his nose. "I've kept your treats over there in your yum-yum bowl and Millie's here too." He reminded him, wiggling his favorite chew toy earning a cute bark from the dog.
"It's going to be bed time soon, and I'm sure you've tired yourself out from the park so be a good baby and go to sleep. I'll take you out to meet Simba tomorrow if you behave." He promised, knowing the only way to get Tan to do anything was to give him a good deal, and Yeontan had a soft spot for his friend Park Seo-Joon's Bichon Frise.
Tannie barked, wagging his tail which Taehyung read as a yes .
He stood up and sighed looking at him. "And please don't escape the play-pen again. I know you're brilliant, but I don't need you adding another victim to your list."
Tan barks again, his eyes glinting, all too knowing of his previous escapades.
"He's cute, he has abs, and daddy just needs a little love, okay?" Taehyung informs him, resting his cheek in his palm at the memory of how he got to see the delicious definition of his abdomen.
He was in the middle of work at his office finalizing the pieces he wanted to submit for the next runway line when he got a message on his phone.
At first he simply glanced at the notification, before turning away to make a few more adjustments to a shirt.
He then walked back to his table to see who it was from.
Cute Tinder Guy
Emergency: I need fashion advice.
He sat down at the table, unable to prevent a smile from playing at his lips while contemplating whether or not to check his message now or later.
Usually, Taehyung never even bothered to open messages unrelated to work during working hours with the rare exception being his mom or dad's messages. And chatting with potential hook-ups was a definite no go.
He was just not one of those people who was into mixing business with pleasure. Everything had its time and place. And when it came to priorities, his work was always number one.
He tapped on his desk, listening to one of his assistants telling him about the progress on the clothing line. He nods, giving few directions he thought were required and asking for a review on some other patterns. And after that meeting he found that the day's work was pretty much completed.
He decided to go through his emails then, replying to a few of them, ignoring others, but he found himself glancing at his phone every once in a while.
He nibbled on his thumb as he looked at the notification for the message that was tugging at his mind.
It did say it was an emergency, and he did need fashion advice, so technically it would be work, right?
He shook his head trying to let it go. He would see the message after he went back home.
But what kind of fashion advice did he need so that could be considered an emergency? Was it for someone else? Was it for him?
Taehyung looked at his phone another time before thinking fuck it , and clicking on the message.
Cute Tinder guy
My sister's engagement party is this evening and she threatened me to dress well if I didn't want my funeral and her wedding date to coincide.
Taehyung chuckled at the Kermit the Frog meme he sent after that.
I have two good shirts. Which one should I go with?
He had sent him two images.
No pressure, but my life's kinda in your hands.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, his lips curving upwards as he clicked to open the images.
What he expects is two pictures of shirts, what he doesn't expect is two pictures of him in front of a mirror standing with messy hair , shirtless , holding out the garment in question on a hanger in front of him.
The shirts that he holds up in both pictures cover most of his torso. The imperative word being most .
Because Taehyung can still see part of his tanned shoulders, wide and stretched over muscle.
It isn't bright in the room that he's in, there are shadows that fall over his frame. But it's also those shadows that seem to give all the more detail to every edge and slope of his body. They trace him like artwork.
Taehyung can see how beautifully his bicep curves, all in glorious display simply because he was lifting up that shirt.
A shirt that Taehyung hasn't even looked at because he is distracted by the hints of how his sculpted chest seemed to taper narrow at his waist, and heavens —even though that dreaded shirt tries hard to curtain over it, his eyes fall over the few gaps that the shirt leaves for him to appreciate the obvious definition of his abs.
They look more inviting than a bar of expensive chocolate, and oh how Taehyung would love to take a bite out of it.
He doesn't even realize how his own skin heats up, how his eyes widen and his pupils dilate ever so slightly over the image he looks at, how his lower lip is sucked in between his teeth.
All the pictures he had seen of him before were all so simple and plain owing to his usual dressing style of baggy shirts and pants that gave nothing away of what was underneath.
Taehyung knew he had a good physique, because even through those loose clothes it was apparent, but he didn't know how good, he didn't know this good.
After a few more moments of weakness, letting himself stare with less than innocent intentions, he finally tears his gaze away to be able to look at the shirts he was supposed to be looking at all along.
One was a dark, Prussian blue button up full sleeved shirt seeming to be made out of rayon challis fabric, decorated with silk-white paisley and floral designs scattered scarcely over it accompanied with structured lines drawn across the front and sleeves. And the other was a rich emerald green, velvet, full sleeved collared shirt, encasing fine stitching and overall drape of the material.
Taehyung was quite impressed with the two pieces. They were in trend and a breath of fresh air from the normal boring dress shirt that every man ever wore on special occasions like a waddle of penguins.
Did you shop for them? He types down, wanting to know if he struck gold with this Tinder guy having a sense of fashion along with that hot body.
He gets a reply in a few minutes.
Will I get brownie points if I say yes?
Taehyung huffs a laugh.
You would, but you'd get more for telling me the truth.
He watches the typing icon float before the next message.
Why do I feel like I've gotten checkmated?
Taehyung smiles, moving his bangs out of his eyes. Because you probably have.
Okay, okay. I know when to give up. My mom bought them for me.
Well then let your mom know she has impeccable taste. She must be a very classy lady.
She is. I disappoint her everyday with my wardrobe.
I can imagine. Taehyung quips back.
So, which shirt should I go for?
Taehyung thinks about it, imagining what he would look like in both of them, the way it would compliment his skin tone, his eyes, his overall dimensions before coming to his decision.
Honestly? I think you could pull off either wonderfully. So it comes down to what you prefer.
Are you flirting with me? Because if you are, I'm flattered, but I also really do need the advice.
Taehyung shakes his head.
It's a bit of both. My advice: You'll look good regardless. Loved the pics though. Send me more. Next time without shirts blocking the view.
He rotated his pencil between his fingers as he looked at his phone's screen, wondering how Tinder boy would take to that bold request.
Sure. As long as you don't block the view either.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, trying to recall what he was referring to.
What's blocking the view?
Your pants.
Taehyung felt heat creep onto the back of his neck at the unexpected comment.
The sound of his office door opening catches his attention and he looks away from his phone and at the intruder.
" Taehyung , please tell them that Wisteria is the new Lavender. I can't keep arguing with hooligans with no knowledge of—" Hoseok stops abruptly and looks at Taehyung like he's seen a ghost.
"—Why are you blushing like that?"
Taehyung keeps his phone down and clears his throat.
"Like what? I was just feeling a little warm. I think the air conditioning needs servicing."
Hoseok looks unconvinced but nods slowly. "Ohh..kay...I'll ask Eunha to schedule that for you."
Taehyung nods curtly, trying to shift the conversation. "What were you saying about Lavender?"
"Right! It's Wisteria all the way for this season—"
The ringing of the doorbell broke Taehyung's walk down memory lane.
"Oh shoot, he's here." He quickly looked around assessing the room before looking at Yeontan. " Stay and be a good boy, okay?"
Tan barks in a way that says I'm not making any promises so Taehyung gives him another pointed look before leaving the room.
He takes in a deep breath as he walks up to the front door, smoothing down the wrinkles of his silk shirt.
"You got this, Taehyung," He says to himself. "He's cute, but that doesn't guarantee how good he is in bed. So don't keep your hopes too high."
But somewhere underneath he knows the nerves isn't because he was meeting someone he was going to be sleeping with, it was from a tiny bit of eagerness . After all, he had spent a few weeks talking and chatting with this Tinder guy.
Even with his rule in place of not talking about anything unrelated to riling each other up, there was an undeniable rapport between them that was quite rare to build with someone without even meeting them…until now of course.
With a final exhale he opens the door, and along with the cool air of the outside, drifts in a heavenly scent of cologne and something else Taehyung can't put his finger to, but his train of thought that's trying to figure out what it was quickly gets distracted with the figure that stands in front of him.
He's tall , just as tall as Taehyung, and he's wearing a black, Lettering Single-Trench jacket that encompasses his impressive frame, a dark gray Roll Neck T-shirt that fits loose and comfortably over his well-built chest and is tucked into Black Denim Jogger pants that elongate his legs. His outfit is completed with Terror Walker 2 boots that adds a little spunk to the monochrome outfit.
It's definitely different from Taehyung's style of clothing that incorporated far unorthodox pieces of fashion and leaned towards a more artsy-chic style, but there's no denying that he pulls it off incredibly well, so much so it even shushes the inner fashion designer in Taehyung who would probably want more strokes of color.
His hair is fluffy, a little wind blown. It's parted in the middle and to Taehyung’s content, still uncut and glorious .
He’s wearing an ink black mask that covers the bottom half of his face, but that just draws more attention to his warm eyes, dancing with a light-hearted smile of greeting, it tugs at Taehyung in a way that has him smiling as well.
"Jungkook." His name spills out instead of a greeting because that's the only coherent thought his mind provides for him at the moment, and even that he messes up because it comes out sounding choked up and more like a question
“Hi,” Jungkook says, sweet and simple, pulling down his mask to his chin with a little tilt of his head, his eyes twinkling as his smile grows. His voice is unexpectedly light with a soft and bright tone. A core tenor that Taehyung finds himself quite attracted to.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets back finally, his own voice coming out a little breathier than normal. “It’s nice to finally see you in person. You know, even if our conversations through texts have been quite entertaining .” He smiles with his hands intertwining behind him in a playful shrug.
"Pleasure's mine really," He says with a light smirk. "Though, I think it's really unfair for you to look even better in person. Your pictures were giving me a tough time as it was."
Taehyung grins at the compliment. "I'll say the same. You don't disappoint." He opens the door wider, invitingly. "Come on in. It's getting cold outside."
He steps onto his hardwood floor, his black boots echoing against it with dull thuds.
He turns around once Taehyung shuts the door. "I wasn't sure if it would be better if I got alcohol or chocolates. So I settled on spirited chocolates." He says, lifting the box that was tucked under his arm. "I hope that's okay?"
"You really shouldn't have, but yeah that's okay." Taehyung smiles, taking the classy wooden gift box that had the words— Asbach Brandy Chocolates engraved on it.
"You can keep your coat over here," He said pointing at the coat rack. "And leave your shoes there too. I'll put this away and be right back. Make yourself comfortable."
He walks with quick steps to his kitchen and keeps the box on the counter near the fridge. He fiddles with the decorative bow on top of it for a moment before catching his own reflection in the windows. He smooths down a few strands of his hair, fixing the way it fell over his eyes. All of a sudden he was very aware of himself.
His Tinder guy wasn't just hot, he was also handsome, had an attractive voice and smelt nice. If this wasn't Aphrodite's giving him a break he didn't know what was.
Now he was really second guessing his decision to wear one of his favorite pajamas. Maybe he should've dressed up a little more. But then again wouldn't that be weird since they weren't going out anyway?
That thought halts when he hears him call out from the living room. "You mind if I look at the pictures on the shelf?"
Most of the pictures that were up there were of him with his friends and family at different events and fashion parties, so he wasn't too bothered.
"Sure, no problem." He answers, walking back to where he had kept out the bottles of alcohol.
"Do you have a preference in drinks?" He asks. "I have wine, beer, some whiskey." He lists.
"I'll have whatever you're having." comes his reply, so Taehyung decides on the red wine, pouring it into a new glass and more in his own.
He takes the two glasses in his hands and walks out. He sees that he is looking at the picture of him and Jimin when they were in high school.
"Here you go," He says, drawing his attention to the glass in his hand that he takes with a murmur of a thank you. "See anything interesting?" Taehyung asks, teasing ever so slightly.
He shakes his head. "Apparently you've never had an ugly-ducking phase of life, and I'm jealous."
Taehyung laughs. "I was hardly all that in middle school. My ears were too big for my face and I had these boxy out-of-fashion glasses. There's a reason those pictures aren't up."
He hums facing him with a tiny smile. "I doubt that made you look any less of a cute kid. Besides, who notices the size of someone's ears?"
"Oh you would, believe me," Taehyung moves the glass in his hand vaguely. "They stuck out like that blue alien from Lilo and Stitch."
He chuckles. "I doubt that."
"Don't make me bring out unflattering picture of myself. I will." Taehyung threatens taking a sip of his wine with a suppressed smile.
He smiles in turn, his dimples on display, it makes Taehyung's mind twirl with envy. "I might take you up on that," He says, tilting his glass in Taehyung's direction.
Taehyung guides them to the sofa that's at the center of the living room. It's an L-shaped gray-black piece, big enough for six people to sit on, but in Taehyung's opinion it's even better for a person (read: him when he's too tired to get to his bed after a long day of work) to comfortably nap on.
They're talking about their experience of moving to the city away from their relatively quiet home towns as they sip on the red wine. Usually Taehyung's flings go straight to the point. There isn't a lot of talking, because that's another one of his rules. Don't spend time talking about random things.
But he finds himself unable to cut it short just yet. He likes the way he talks, the way he tilts his head to the side when he messes up a detail, the way he had a slight lisp over some words. And since this was their first meeting, he decided he could walk around some of his usual rules. Just for tonight. He promises himself that, because those rules were trial and tested to what made casual relationships last without unnecessary complications.
Taehyung had to ease himself into telling him about his rules, to test the waters and see if he was ready to comply. This was what he considered the make or break situation. He would judge the way they took them, and whether or not they respected each rule before deciding whether or not to continue that relationship. If not, it would be a one night thing and they would never hear from him again.
But watching him smile at the incidents Taehyung narrates for him, he hopes that this guy was going to last longer than just the night.
"..I could take you out to eat there if you'd like, the place doesn't look like much, but they've got the best burgers." Jungkook swears, talking about the restaurant he accidentally found one night he got lost searching for a friend's house.
That reminds Taehyung of another rule, to never have food with your hookup. So he takes the bait, uses this opportunity to tell Jungkook about it. "Ah, about that, I sort of have these rules that I follow when it comes to things like this. You know, to keep it casual and make sure it doesn't get messy."
He nods. "That seems fair. What are they?"
"Nothing crazy, just obvious stuff like…don't fall asleep together, don't introduce your friends to each other, no spending extra time together, definitely no dates …so that includes no eating together."
This is where Taehyung has to be extra alert to see how he takes in what he says, does he seem reluctant? Does he seem like the person who would want to negotiate? Does he seem like the person who would eventually want more out of this arrangement?
He watches him think about it a little, eyebrows furrowing every so slightly as his irises look down for a second in contemplation before they meet Taehyung's again. He finds himself holding his breath as waits for what he has to say.
"Okay, so if I get you the address of the place I'm pretty sure you'd find it easily with a GPS. You could take your friends there for lunch anytime you want to try something new." He smiles. "Just tell the owner Ahjumoni I told you about the place, she'll give you her special lamb skewers."
Taehyung lets out the breath with a chuckle of relief. "Oh yeah, that sounds great." His eyes hold a new glitter of appreciation for this guy. He didn't even make a big deal about it. "Though you'd have to tell me what power your name holds that it gets me special lamb skewers."
He shrugs and laughs. "I think she just saw me as this little lost boy that kept coming back for burgers, and before she knew it she was falling for my awkward greetings and insatiable appetite."
Taehyung grins, leaning his head against the sofa. "Ah, so you're a charmer?"
"That...or the fact that she also told me I remind her of her useless grandson. But I'm leaning towards the— she fell for my smile angle."
Taehyung shakes his head, unable to stop the genuine laughter that escapes him. "Yeah let's chalk it up to your smile." It's easy, he finds. Too easy to talk to someone he has been speaking to only over texts for a little over two weeks and has just met now for the first time.
It's not that Taehyung isn't good with people, in fact to the contrary he has always been quite the social butterfly, more so after pursuing a job in the fashion industry. It's all about meeting new people, being able to make friends, connections, be part of groups to stay in the loop and get early scoops about new fashion trends. It was a part of his job, but also a part of him and he enjoyed it. Interacting with new and different people was a cherry on the cake of his dream job.
He knew for some people socializing was something of a dread, but not for him. He found himself making an impression on people pretty easily. He could turn on his charm when he needed to, and never run out on his social battery.
But that being said, there's still a difference when it comes to people you talk to and people you talk with. He can easily talk to anyone, there isn't any difficulty in striking up a general conversation to fill up silence, but it's rare that you can talk to someone about anything because you enjoy talking to them . It's rare it's more for the person than the topic itself.
And that was usually only the case with Taehyung's friends he's had for years, relationships he's built over trust, work and time. Yet here he was, finding it easy to talk to the person in front of him not because he had to but because he enjoyed it.
He hadn't even noticed they both had moved closer to each other as their conversation had progressed, each little shift and change in their position getting rid of the space as they leaned in more every time they shared a little joke, or wanted to listen more carefully to what the other was saying.
Now they were close enough that their knees brushed. Taehyung was sat with his legs folded on the sofa, his entire body facing him while his date had his feet planted on the ground but he was angled towards Taehyung as well, an arm casually rested upon the backrest of the sofa and the other between the two of them.
“What?” He playfully defends himself at Taehyung’s look of humorous exasperation. “You don’t think my smile is cute enough to win someone over?”
“I never said that.” Taehyung insists, though his eyes still glint with defiant mirth. “You do have a cute smile.” He admits.
That triggers that smile, the one that displays his perfect set of teeth and puts his dimples on display, the one that makes the pools of ebony that are his eyes warmer.
“Yeah?” He says with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Taehyung repeats, leaning a little closer. He’s had quite a few sips of his wine, and though he isn’t anywhere close to even being tipsy, the red liquid has brought him to the stage where he feels the heat of it in the pit of his stomach that it gets him a little bolder with his actions, a little louder in his want, it erases the inhibitions that would have otherwise plagued his mind before he acted. And he really can’t help when he reaches out to Jungkook's face, his thumb gently tracing over the dimple on his right cheek that had enraptured his affection since the start. “But I also think you get a lot of help from these.”
Taehyung feels him lean into his touch, his eyes swirling a little darker as they focus more intently on Taehyung, on his features, his eyes, the slope of his nose, his lips.
His gaze echoes the softness of a touch, a caress. The same way Taehyung’s is on him. He moves forward slowly as he begins to close in the distance between their lips. It’s almost too easy, so fluid of a motion that pulls them in. It might just be the buzz of the alcohol or the tenderness in the way he looks at him but it has Taehyung feeling so incredibly aware of every tiny detail, the heat radiating from his body, the hint of the pleasant smell of his fabric softener, the tiny mole right below his bottom lip.
They’re so close now, noses brushing ever so slightly. Taehyung can feel his breath on his lips, he can feel the way their bodies mold against each other, the way his hand moves to find purchase on the side of his thigh. The hold is soft, he’s simply resting his palm against him, but it scorches in Taehyung’s mind. He wants that heat all over, wants to feel his whole body ablaze with his touch.
“Taehyung?” He murmurs so quietly, so intimately between their lips.
“Yes?” Taehyung asks, just as gently, his hand slipping from his cheek down to the back of his neck, and his fingers curl over the tips of his dark hair. He smooths the soft waves, reveling in how natural the gesture felt.
His eyes are on his now, opalescent and entrancing. Clear in their want, their desire.
“Do you have a rule against a kiss?” He asks, careful and imploring.
“No,” Taehyung breathes. “No I don’t.”
His eyes then drop back to Taehyung lips, making them tingle with just his gaze.
“That’s good,” He says, his voice growing deeper in a way that makes Taehyung want to hear more of it. “Because I really want to kiss you right now.”
Taehyung nods, almost enraptured with the need for just that. “You can kiss me.” He says.
He leans in then, making Taehyung’s lids flutter shut as he finally feels the brush of his lips against his own, but it's at that moment that a loud bark has them both pulling apart.
"Tan!" Taehyung exhales in surprise, turning to look at him. "How did you get out again ?"
His pomeranian stood there right in front of them with a stare rivaling that of a parent's finding their underage kids drinking.
He barks more as he runs towards the person sitting next to him, his puppy-dog eyes set on his target, and Taehyung panics. He did not want Yeontan to ruin this before it even started . All he knew for sure was that no one Tan ever charged for like that escaped without facing his tiny doggo wrath, and so he had to intervene before anyone (read: his cute date) got hurt.
So he prepares himself to scoop up his dog as soon as he gets close enough. He watches his little paws patter over his hardwood floor with all the might of a bull, and if it was in any other situation Taehyung would've taken out his camera and cooed at how adorable he looked, but now all he was washed over with was dread.
Just as he was about to lean down and pick him off the floor, Tan leapt into the air, evading his hands with the matrix movie level ease and he went straight into— Jungkook's arms?
"Hey there." Jungkook greets holding him up in his hands before settling him down on his lap. He smiles at Yeontan who barks at him and wags his tail. "I didn't know you had a dog." He says, looking at Taehyung who is still assessing the scene in confusion.
"Uh, yeah...he's usually... shy . So I try not to bring too much attention to him," He says with a nervous laugh.
Jungkook nods. "That's understandable." He looks back at Yeontan. "I'm usually shy too, maybe we could help each other with that, what do you say?" He offers the dog, ruffling the dark brown fur on the top of his head.
Tan barks again almost excited at the proposition. Jungkook laughs as he tries to climb up his chest and lick at his chin in a kiss.
"He's such a handsome boy. What's his name?" He asks Taehyung, lifting Tan up in his arms after he barks at him with the indication to do so.
Taehyung blinks looking at Yeontan looking content being held by a complete stranger, something he hasn't even let his assistant do even though she spent more time with him than Taehyung did whenever he brought him to his office.
He stared at the way he happily looked back and forth from Jungkook and him, like he wanted to be part of the conversation.
"Yeontan." He tells him, still unable to process the whole thing. "His name is Yeontan but you can call him Tan for short."
"Yeontan," Jungkook repeats, earning another lick from him. He smiles. "That's a nice name. He's a Pomeranian, right?"
Taehyung nods. "Yeah, he's a Teacup Pomeranian," He says, slowly getting used to the anomaly that was the current situation. He shifts closer to the two of them, and brushes the fur over Tan's cheek. "He's only two. So he's still my baby. Though he can be quite sassy when he wants to."
Tan barks as if to tell him not to ruin his image in front of Jungkook. Which has Taehyung narrowing his eyes. When and how did his ferocious little puppy turn into a Jungkook stan?
"Is that so?" Jungkook raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to get a better look at Tan who paws at his chest with innocent eyes making it seem like nothing could be further away from the truth.
He woofs and lets his tongue hang out, tilting his head with what looks like a silly smile.
"Well I guess you get a pass for being cute." Jungkook decides, cupping his cheeks in his palms which makes Yeontan's tail wag happily.
"He's supposed to be sleeping now." Taehyung tells him, watching Tan settle down comfortably in his arms. "He played a lot with his friends at the park this morning, so he's probably already tired. He's just stubborn when it comes to sleep."
"That's alright." Jungkook smiles. "I don't mind him spending time with us till he's asleep."
Taehyung hesitates. "Are you sure? I could just put him back in his play area. He'll fall asleep eventually."
"Positive." Jungkook ensures him brushing Tan's fur coat with his fingers. "He really is adorable." He tells him.
Taehyung smiles. "Yeah I know. And I think he knows too. He uses it against everyone."
Jungkook laughs at that. "Guess that means he's smart too."
"Too smart sometimes." Taehyung admits watching as Tan's eyes begin to shut under the ministrations of Jungkook's hand. "Do you have a dog?"
"No, I move around a lot for my photography work so I don't think it would be very ideal to raise a pet like that. I do love dogs though," He says as he massages Tan's paws once his breathing begins to steady. "And I find myself surrounded by them one way or the other, so I guess that tends to satisfy my want for a pet. My aunt used to foster rescues back home in Busan."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Taehyung says, watching Tan fall into a deep sleep. "So that's why you must be really good with dogs."
"Not at all." He shrugs. "I think they're just good with us. Most dogs have really friendly personalities like Tan here, so it's easy to bond with them."
Taehyung laughs awkwardly. "Yeah, Tan is super friendly." But he wants to scream that no, no he isn't . He hates everyone except for Taehyung, his mom and Jimin, and that's on a good day. For a brief second he wonders if aliens abducted his puppy and replaced him with a duplicate to take over the world one victim at a time.
Jungkook looks up at him with a soft smile. "I'm sure it's because he takes after you. You're really easy to talk to. I usually struggle with keeping up a conversation for longer than five minutes." He chuckles. "My friends joke about how they've grown to understand my non-verbal cues just to spare me the effort."
Taehyung's eyes on him soften. "Why's that?" He reaches for his shoulder, gently resting his arm over it as he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand. "You have such wonderful stories to share." He looks at him. "And you've got a nice voice." He trails his fingers to the slope of his neck. Tracing his Adam's apple before dropping back to his shoulder. "You should talk more."
His midnight eyes bore into Taehyung's, and he wonders if he's ever seen anyone with such expressive dark eyes. They seem to say so much yet so little, they make Taehyung feel things without the slightest touch. And yet he doesn't want anything more than he wants for him to touch him.
He watches as Jungkook's eyes drop, slide down to his lips, and his tongue slips out to wet them, catching the attention of his irises.
He leans forward and Taehyung parts his lips in invitation. His bottom lip brushes over Taehyung's, they're soft and hot, and Taehyung wants nothing more than to taste them and just as he was about to Yeontan lets out a little sneeze startling them apart.
Jungkook looks down to see the Pomeranian still fast asleep, only shifting to get more comfortable before resuming his deep breaths.
He laughs quietly, earning a tumble of hushed laughter from Taehyung as well, who shakes his head scratching Tan's sleepy figure behind the ear.
"I think we should put him somewhere more comfortable."
"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, lifting him in his arms so easily it makes Taehyung's chest warm a little.
They both stand up and Taehyung leads him to his study room with all of Tan's things, including his escaped play pen.
"That's his bed right there," Taehyung points at the dog-bone shaped brown cushion.
Jungkook walks over to it and bends down carefully placing Tan right in the center and giving him a final ruffle to his head before turning back around towards Taehyung.
“He’s got some fancy décor.” He tells Taehyung, impressed with the various dog-themed furniture and toys around the room.
Taehyung laughs. “Yeah, I am guilty of spoiling him, but can you blame me?”
Jungkook shakes his head, amused. “Guess not.”
They carefully walk out the room after Taehyung turns off the light and slowly closes the study room door behind them.
“He will be asleep till morning now. He’s a deep sleeper with an enviable sleep pattern. Unlike the sleep schedule I’ve been following since Uni.” Taehyung jokes.
“I guess we all have a little PTSD from University.” Jungkook agrees. “I still have nightmares about my final year project disappearing on the date of its submission.”
“Oh God,” Taehyung laughs. “That reminds me of one of my projects. I had fabrics all over my room and scrapped artwork everywhere . I’m not even kidding there was this one time I found a piece of fabric in my lunch that I couldn’t remember for the life of me where I had used it. I felt like I was losing my mind—the black swan movie style—with the random pieces of my project I was finding all over the place.”
Jungkook laughs at that, his eyes turning into crescents. "That's crazy. But if it makes you feel better, for one project I accidentally submitted the pictures my mom sent me of when I was a baby instead of my photography portfolio. And our professor was displaying everyone's work on the projector. So there I was, sitting in horror as everyone in the class saw pictures of drooling baby me butt-ass naked."
Taehyung laughs, throwing his head back at the image in his head. "I'm so sorry, but yeah, that definitely beats mine."
Jungkook nods. "Yeah, it got especially weird when my Professor tried to analyse it thinking I was trying to channel my inner child or something."
Taehyung hovered his palm over his mouth to try and cease his incessant laughter. "Did he figure out it was a mistake eventually?"
"Not at all." Jungkook huffs. "In fact, I got an A in that project. Made me wonder why I even tried so hard with my photography when a shaky picture my mom took of me in the nineties with a Nikon Coolpix E100 got me the best grade that semester."
Taehyung shakes his head, wiping away stray tears from his eyes. "That's hilarious."
They head back towards the living room with the remnants of the warm feeling of their back and forth, but at the end of the passageway Taehyung gently touches Jungkook's hand, earning his attention.
"Hey, I just want to say I'm sorry for that interruption, I know I told you it would be a simple—no effort kinda night. And you babysitting my dog wasn't on that agenda."
He shakes his head, takes Taehyung's hand into his own in an effortless motion and tugs him closer. "Don't worry about it. This is simple. And so far I've liked everything about it."
"You have?" Taehyung asks with the beginnings of a smile.
He nods, confirms. "I have."
There's that invisible wave that washes over them again, the kind that quiets every other sound around them, and wraps just the two of them together. It feels charged with a hum of energy that draws them closer. It's a slow pull, makes it seem like they've got all the time in the world, it makes it seem like they're all that's there in the world, and Taehyung isn't sure if he's more affected by the proximity that Jungkook creates with that step towards him, or his eyes that have become entities of their own with the emotions they draw out of Taehyung.
Taehyung's skin seems to buzz with anticipation, every inch of him aware of how close they are. He can smell him faintly, that soft cologne and a misty earthy scent that makes him want to nuzzle closer, touch his nose to the slope of his neck. He's so close, yet not close enough.
He realizes he's cornered by more than just his stare when his back hits the wall behind him.
His irises dart over Jungkook's, his own wide and wanting.
Jungkook places a hand on the wall next to his shoulder as he takes another step closer, effectively locking Taehyung in place with his own body.
Even now there's a hair's distance between them. They're still not touching . No part of them touches. But Taehyung can feel him nonetheless. He can already imagine how he would taste .
They're almost the same height, and he has an enviable broad stance, and if he would just close the last of the cruel distance between them they would fit together perfectly . They would mold together perfectly. And Taehyung wants it so badly.
Jungkook tilts his head as he leans forward. His eyes are still ruthlessly on Taehyung's, it's almost like he knows the effect they have on him.
"I still want to kiss you." He says, low and heady. Taehyung feels his breath on his lips as the words fall out.
Taehyung parts his mouth with a breath that he knows he feels on his.
"You still can." He tells him. And that's all it takes for Jungkook to lean in and slot their lips together.
They're soft and gentle at first. He kisses over his bottom lip, his top It's slow yet deep but most of all it has him wanting so much more.
Taehyung's lips move over his' almost instantly. They suck and tug and part for him, letting him take the lead. He tilts his head and kisses him in another direction, longer, deeper and yet soft and unrestrained.
It has a summery feeling building in his chest, mellow yet revealing. It has his fingers reaching for his hair and gently curling over his locks.
He's kissed a lot of people, especially in situations like this where the end goal is simply them ending up in bed, and every kiss had been a prelude to just that. It was usually hot, messy and fast. They weren't necessarily bad. But it was also pretty obvious that the kisses then were more of a gateway to getting into each other's pants than making the other feel anything. Because usually in a situation like this kisses were just considered to be foreplay, and Taehyung never had any desire to elongate that period for multiple reasons.
But Jungkook doesn't kiss him like it's foreplay, he doesn't kiss him messily or demandingly. He kisses him like that's all he wants to do. He kisses him like here's all they'll ever be. It has Taehyung remembering how much he likes just kissing. All of a sudden he feels young again, like he's seventeen again and he has just figured out he likes boys.
It has him feeling like this boy he's kissing all cornered up with isn't against a wall in his new condo in one of the richest parts of Seoul but against a wall somewhere secluded in his high school, somewhere away from prying eyes yet not completely safe from deep waters. It has a feeling of exhilaration swelling into his lungs and he starts to kiss back like he would then. Like he's risking a lot but gaining much more.
Jungkook seems to like the change because he leans in closer, the hand that isn't against the wall grasps at the small of his back and pushes him forward so that their bodies align. Taehyung would have let out a sound of appreciation if it hadn't been swallowed by Jungkook who licks into his mouth, tasting him so well.
If Taehyung thought his body was tingling before now it was ablaze . Even through the layers of their clothes he could feel the shape of Jungkook's body. The dips, the curves. With the way his torso presses up on him he can feel how strong he is, he could probably keep him here for eternity if he didn't move away.
Both of Taehyung's hands clutch at his hair now, tugging him closer and making him let out a quiet groan that has the vibration resonate in Taehyung's body.
He loves how his hair feels in his fingers. Loves that he kept it long because he asked him to.
Taehyung kisses him in a play that's pliant and demanding all the same. And Jungkook gives him everything he asks for. Wet sounds of their kisses fill their ears and all it does is disperse the heat Taehyung feels further down.
Jungkook pulls away when it becomes too much, when electricity charging within Taehyung feels like it's going to explode, but a whine of disappointment of him having to part their lips still leaves his mouth.
They're both still close enough to have their lips brush against each other, chests heaving like they've run a marathon.
Jungkook places a few more soft kisses on his lips before he travels lower, letting them both breathe without having to stop entirely. He begins to kiss over Taehyung's jawline, peppers them over their definition and reaches his ear where he nips at the ear lobe making Taehyung let out a hiss. He soothes it soon after, lips wrapping over it with a kiss.
Taehyung's hands slip to the back of his neck, holding him close as he kisses the length of his neck. He tips his head back and shuts his eyes to the feeling, not caring when soft gasps fall out of his lips. He relishes in the way the hand on his back travels to his hips and squeezes.
The heat he feels has traveled to every cell in his body including the tips of his toes and he doesn't know how long he has before he becomes fully hard. Jungkook's body feels delicious against his. But he's already aching for a little relief in the tightness that builds in his silk pajamas. He places wet kisses on the curve of his throat, tracing his tongue over it in a way that makes Taehyung's toes curl. His fingers travel to Jungkook's shoulders and he tugs him closer, loving the feeling of being trapped by his body.
Jungkook concedes, brushing the entire weight of his figure against him, finally giving Taehyung the friction he had been craving. He pushes his thigh in between Taehyung's legs making him release a sigh of relief.
Taehyung slides his hands back into his hair pulling at the strands to get his attention, and it does. He lifts up, his eyes meeting Taehyung's. The bright orbs are heavy with desire, they pierce through him, heated with endless want. Like if Taehyung would let him he would devour him whole.
"Kiss me more." Taehyung mumbles, weak to the gaze he's bestowed with.
"I was kissing you." Jungkook murmurs back, his voice so much deeper, it evokes something untamed from the pits of Taehyung's stomach.
"Kiss my lips." He demands. "I want you on my lips."
Jungkook leans in, pauses for a second that feels like ages before he kisses him again. And when he finally gives in he does that thing again, kisses Taehyung like he's got all the time in the world, like they're immortal and like there was no need to rush anything because they would keep finding each other throughout different timelines or stories.
It's dangerous. It's got Taehyung feeling content with just kissing this boy. It's got him feeling things in his chest rather instead of only down there and he realises he needs it to stop. So he has to pull away. It takes too much effort. The first time he tries it takes one swipe of Jungkook's tongue to get him back into it, kissing him back even more earnestly. The second time he parts their lips Jungkook closes in the distance again and Taehyung finds himself giving in once again, his back curving as Jungkook presses into him, pleased with the soft sounds that leave his throat.
He finally does manage to break the kiss, placing his palms over Jungkook's chest to put a little distance between them.
They're still close enough to feel each other's breaths, and feel how affected they both are from their kisses.
"Sorry," Jungkook says softly with an exhale, leaning their foreheads together. "I should probably slow down. I've just never felt this—"
Taehyung shakes his head and places his fingers over his lips, cutting him off. "No." He takes shallow breaths of his own. "No, I don't want you to stop. I want you to fuck me."
He feels Jungkook's hips jerk ever so slightly at the request.
"Shit," He curses, the hand on Taehyung's back curling. "Yeah, I can do that."
Taehyung nods, reaching for his hand and tracing it further down and over his ass. "I suggest you start now then. I'm kicking you out if you spend more time only kissing me."
Jungkook laughs but seems determined. "You got it, Chief."
When Jungkook has his hand down the back of Taehyung's pants, his fingers working to loosen him up, he finally asks the question that had been floating around in his mind ever since he got his hands on him.
"What material are these pajamas? I feel like I'm touching molten clouds."
Taehyung laughs breathily, his voice hitching softly every time he feels Jungkook's fingers curve inside him just right.
"They're a coco silk set. I think it's made out of— ah— a 19 momme silk."
"Oh." Jungkook pauses and uses his other hand to feel over the material. "It feels heavenly on you." He palms over the curve of his inner thigh, senses a quiver run over them and smirks. "It's also quite practical since you were able to keep a packet of lube and a condom on you."
Taehyung clicks his tongue, resting his forehead on Jungkook's shoulder, rocking to meet the careful thrusts of his fingers. "Nothing wrong with having a wardrobe that's both comfortable, stylish and functional ." He lets out a deep breath. "You should be more appreciative of my efforts— ah. Since it's thanks to it that you're fingering me in the middle of my corridor."
Jungkook pushes his fingers in a little deeper making Taehyung clutch at his shirt with a strained sigh.
"If I recall correctly it was you threatening me to start immediately." Jungkook teases, kissing over his ear lobe as he pushes a third finger in. "I'm just following orders."
Taehyung scoffs without much bite considering he was already loving the way he was being opened out so well. "You're the kind that takes orders?"
He hums pushing in deeper and it has Taehyung's mouth falling slack as he buries his nose into the crook of Jungkook's neck, breathing in his scent that's already started to grow more on him. "I don't just take them," He curls them better. "I deliver ," He gives them a deep thrust followed by another. "And I do it better than anyone ever could." The next moan that escapes Taehyung is drawn out and pronounced, unable to silence the feeling of pleasure that rips through him.
"That's a bold statement," Taehyung breathes heavily. "I hope you live up to it."
When Jungkook grips his bare thighs and hikes him up against the wall Taehyung feels a new wave of arousal burn down his body. He can feel the way his fingers indent over the tan supple skin of the back of his thighs, he can feel the way his grip would probably leave a ghost of the feeling around them even after it's gone.
He had stepped out of his silken pants that lay bunched on the floor next to them, but his shirt was still on, long and loose enough that it reached the middle of his thighs that are now wrapped tightly around Jungkook's waist.
After he was done loosening Taehyung up Jungkook had simply pulled his fingers away and then unzipped his black denims, bringing them low enough to tug himself out of his boxers.
He was just as hard as Taehyung was and he watched with heady eyes as he rolled the condom and slicked himself up with the remainder of the lube that coated his fingers before lifting Taehyung like he weighed nothing .
"How do you want me to fuck you?" He asks huskily as he starts to suck lightly at a spot on Taehyung's neck that has his breath stuttering. He can feel the heat of him between his legs that ache with wanting it inside of him.
Taehyung turns to the side elongating his neck to give him a wider canvas to work with.
"Slow, hard and deep." He grips the back of Jungkook's neck to earn his attention. "Can you do that for me?" He implores with a look from beneath his eyelash that he knows makes him look innocent and irresistible just the same.
Jungkook nods, swallows, almost entranced. "Yeah, I will. Anything else?"
Taehyung thinks. "Use only my name. I don't like any other words of endearment. I don't have a degradation kink. And don't forget my dick. I don't come untouched."
Jungkook breaths a laugh but nods. "Noted," He says, shifting Taehyung's weight so that his thighs are holding most of it against the wall so that he can free one hand to wrap around Taehyung's dick, eliciting a sigh from him. "I wouldn't plan on forgetting it anyway."
Taehyung lets his eyes flicker shut with the few strokes Jungkook gives him. "What about you?" He asks, eyes still closed. "Any pointers?"
Jungkook hums. "I'm down to try anything at least once. I'll let you know if I don't like something. But if we're talking preferences, I'd like it if you let me hear how you really feel. Don't fake a moan, but don't silence a real one either. Tell me how to fuck you better, I don't mind a little direction." He flicks the head of Taehyung's length making him gasp out appreciatively. "And if you find anything uncomfortable or want me to stop, even in the middle of something, even if you change your mind, tell me and we'll stop."
Taehyung's heart hammers in his chest with how much more he wants him because of what he just said. He leans forward to mould their lips together, using his lips to dissipate some of the overflowing craving he's starting to have for him.
Even now just moments before they're about to have sex Jungkook kisses him with a kind of tenderness, their lips getting accustomed to each other already. They kiss like they know exactly what the other likes, their mouths breathing in each other, licking, tasting, sucking.
Jungkook pulls away a little, but places a few more pecks on his lips before he speaks. "I'm going to start. Is that alright?"
Taehyung nods, placing his hands on his shoulders, feeling over the muscle that distends because of his own weight. " Yes ." He keens.
Jungkook puts both his hands on his thighs again, hiking him up a little more and pressing him back to give him the proper angle to push in. He uses his fingers to spread him out as he aligns himself, and perhaps if Taehyung wasn't this painfully hard he would've felt a little shy at the way Jungkook's scorching gaze wanders below, his tongue licks over his own lips, wetting them as he watches when he begins to press inside Taehyung.
Taehyung lets his head fall back against the wall with a dull thud, savouring the rich, slow drag of Jungkook's hot, pulsing length along his tight walls. His mouth parts with a strangled breath. He's already clenching over him even though Jungkook takes his time with it, patiently waiting for Taehyung to relax as he pushes in deeper little by little.
"You're still," He groans, resting his head against Taehyung's chest. "So tight. Should I finger you some more?" He asks, begins to pull back out and Taehyung panics, wraps his legs around Jungkook's waist even harder. "No," He moans softly. "No please, just—just keep pushing in slowly."
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows contemplating it. "I think it'll be easier if I open you up more, I—" He breaks off with a moan when Taehyung tightens around him again. "I don't want to hurt you, Taehyung."
Taehyung shakes his head. "You're not hurting me. It's just—" He breathes. "It's just been a long time since I last—" He sighs as he feels himself relax a little more and Jungkook pushes in a little deeper. "and you're big."
Jungkook's hips thrust in more sharply at that, deviating from the controlled, measured moves to get inside of him, and it gets Taehyung releasing a sound that's a mixture of a whine and a laugh.
"That statement never fails to get a man's ego excited," He notes with a blissed out smile.
Jungkook curses under his breath, but his eyes mirror the humour, a smile touching his lips. "What can I say? We're all weak to compliments about our dicks. It is kind of sad, honestly."
Taehyung chuckles. "It is." He agrees, clicks his tongue. "Doesn't change the fact that I do like dick."
Jungkook grins. "What a coincidence. So do I." His dimples are on display again, and it isn't fair how he looks downright adorable talking about how they're both gay.
Taehyung shakes his head at the thought and kisses him softly before pulling away. "In case you've forgotten, my threat to kick you out if you don't have things moving still stands. So get on with it."
So Jungkook does, he pushes in slowly, giving Taehyung breaks to relax before moving more, and when he's finally completely buried to the hilt inside him he lets them both simmer in the feeling, knocking their heads together.
"You feel so good." Jungkook confesses, taking in short breaths. "Everything about you is just so—" he rolls his hips experimentally, making Taehyung's fingers tighten around his shoulders. "Unbelievable." He groans out. "I thought you looked angelic in your pictures. But seeing you like this. God," He shakes the hair out of his eyes to get a better look at Taehyung, the way his reddened lips part, the way his golden skin glistens with the beginnings of perspiration, the way his cavernous dark eyes fall low-lidded. "You look celestial. Absolutely divine."
Taehyung takes in a deep breath, basking in the ritualistic way Jungkook looks at him, like he was a God that he wanted to worship.
His cheeks heat up more, a coral blush dusting his gilded skin, not because of the act of sex itself, but the fervour of the stare sent his way.
"You're not too bad yourself," Taehyung says, voice strained from the heightened sensitivity of his entire body.
Jungkook huffs a laugh at the rather casual compliment but appreciates it nonetheless. "Thanks." He smiles, leans in to lay a chaste kiss.
Taehyung reciprocates the kiss, but pulls apart when he feels a little guilty for the lame attempt of praise he had given him.
"I mean—you're better than not too bad. I just—I'm not good with words when it comes to this ."
Jungkook pushes Taehyung's back against the wall and presses his own body over him so that he can free one hand to brush the few matted strands of hair over Taehyung's forehead. "That's alright," It's a soft gesture. Something so deceptively contradictory to the kind associated with sex that Taehyung would've forgotten he was inside him if not for the excuisite stretch he feels from it. But then he quickly turns it into something more playful when the next words fall out of his lips with a smirk. "I know I'm hot."
Taehyung lets his head fall back as he laughs. "I take it back. You don't deserve compliments."
Jungkook shakes his head. "No take backs." He uses this time, when Taehyung least expects it, to pull back and deliver a particularly sinful thrust that makes Taehyung lean back again. "Besides, this is just the beginning of the compliments you'll be giving me." He rasps cockily, as he starts to build up a rhythm slowly, inflicting just a few languid thrusts to begin with.
Taehyung curls and uncurls his bare but flawlessly long legs around Jungkook's waist in a way that brings him closer and let's him reach deeper. A sharp breath escapes him at the end of every thrust and his fingers travel to find purchase in Jungkook's hair again, grasping at the thick strands.
A particularly hard thrust has him releasing a hitched cry and Jungkook knows exactly what that means. He pins Taehyung to the wall, pressing the curve of his back to align perfectly with the vertical surface and he locks onto that very spot. Making sure that every snap of his hips hits that mark.
A series of beautiful moans filter out of Taehyung's lips, unbidden and raw. His eyes squeeze shut, eyelashes fluttering against hued cheeks as he relishes the measured thrusts that sink in, emphatic and unyielding.
Jungkook builds a slow rhythm but steadily picks up, and it's everything and more. He thrusts in just right. The right pace, the right angle, with the right power. It has an unfiltered part of Taehyung's mind supplying the idea of whether or not he was made just for this, just for him. Because he had never felt this good in just the first few strokes, never felt this gone so soon.
His thoughts were already beginning to haze in response to the endless doses of pleasure he was receiving with every lunge. Every thrust has his body driving up the wall and his legs closing in tighter around him.
When he feels Jungkook's lips on his, he latches on enthusiastically, their mouths lacing around each other's connecting them in more ways than they already were.
They kiss each other like they need more of each other. Like they were starved of each other. They swallow the moans of gratification their bodies draw out of each other, tongues tangling, lips adhering.
Jungkook's body seems to learn what Taehyung's likes so easily, picking up on subtle cues and switching to what he ascertains he would like.
It gets to the point where it's all encompassing, he's all Taehyung can breathe and feel. He builds up that familiar heat in him already, and it simultaneously electrifies all of Taehyung, making him buzz with needy energy, while also weakening him. He can't stop his knees and thighs from quivering. And even though Jungkook is holding up all his weight, he wants them to move to where he can writhe with unabashed movement.
He pulls away from the kiss, gasping with erotic fatigue. " Bed ." Is all the direction he can give before another hard plunge gets him groaning in satisfaction.
It takes a few seconds before Jungkook seems to register what he says, slowing down his movements.
"Where?" He asks, just as incapable of full sentences, but somehow his fucked out eyes speak to Taehyung more than ever.
Taehyung points behind him, to where his bedroom was. Jungkook looks behind and turns back to look at him with a smile that makes Taehyung's heart flutter in a way that it probably shouldn't have with a person he just met and was only having sex with.
"Hold on to me," He says, tapping at Taehyung's ankle, and so he does, squeezing tight as Jungkook peels him off the wall and takes them towards the bedroom.
"Where are your lights?" He asks once they step in, looking around.
"Right here," Taehyung says, reaching behind him and turning the switch on which has his bedroom illuminating with a golden hue.
His room has a lot of whites, beiges and browns. The splashes of color are in the few paintings on the walls with unique drawings with abstract designs made with water-colors and acrylics. At one corner is a white dress-form mannequin dawning a rose-gold beaded cocktail dress with draped bead shoulders and a high neckline bodice. More of that same beaded fabric is lying on a white wooden table next to it.
It's a room with a lot of heart, it has pieces of Taehyung everywhere, and if Jungkook had the time to look around he would probably be able to learn so much more about him, but for now his entire focus was only on him. Not the room or the lighting or what lay around them.
When he reaches the bed, he bends close to it before he lets Taehyung fall back and onto it without separating from him. He climbs after him, knees dipping into the mattress as he pushes Taehyung further up the bed.
He then hooks Taehyung's legs around his hips again and pushes deeper as he bends over him, placing his palms on either side of him.
Taehyung shuts his eyes and turns to the side as he feels the drag of Jungkook's cock and wraps his arms over his back, pulling him closer so that his hands bend at the elbows, and his torso presses over his.
Taehyung's still in his velvet shirt and Jungkook's almost fully clothed but somehow it still feels so intimate with the way their lips brush over each other, the way their desire fills up with their touches and their bodies fit together so perfectly.
Jungkook builds up their pace again, chasing his want to hear more of Taehyung's moans. He was already gone for the way the boy looked. He was something out of a dream. Gorgeous and unparalleled even in something as simple as PJs, but when he said his name he was utterly floored. He hadn't expected him to have such a smooth, deep, husky voice. A rich baritone that's warm and honey-like. Everything about him seemed priceless.
And Jungkook had him here, under him, unconcealed and unraveled, taking him so well. He kissed down his neck, tender and light, a stark contrast to the way he fucks him, with hard thrusts that get him vocalising the bliss he feels, something that turns Jungkook on even more.
He doesn't understand why he's so affected by him. He's had plenty of one night stands before. Casual hookups and no strings attached kind of sex with people before. He was never good with relationships, never good with people. But sex? sex Jungkook was good at. What he lacked in verbal repertoire he more than made up for physically. Not just when it came to himself, but for whoever he was with. He prided himself in making his sexual partners feel good. Even if they would never see each other again he made sure they would definitely think about him again. Even if they were someone someone he met at a bar, or someone he had a quick fuck with at a party, he made sure they would remember the way he made them feel.
Everything was so much easier that way. There was no need to think too much about what to say, how the other person would perceive it or how he came across.
When it came to using his body he could let loose, not overthink every little detail, give in to his desires in the way he would touch, or grip, or feel. It was also during sex where he lets himself articulate his feelings unreserved, the heat of the pleasure helping him get the right words out for once.
But as much as Jungkook likes sex, he's never been consumed by it, never been greedy in it, never had a goal in it apart from the orgasm.
And yet now he finds himself endlessly wanting more. He wants to kiss more, wants him to tug at his hair more, he wants it to last longer, but he knows with the way the pressure builds in him that it wouldn't. So he stops, slows down again, even though the frustration of losing that momentum crashes over him.
Taehyung whines underneath him, moving his own hips to try and protest Jungkook slowing down.
But Jungkook sits up and lifts Taehyung with him so that he settles over his lap. He feels himself reach in far deeper this way, feels the way the hot heat clenches over him as Taehyung sighs.
This way he's able to look at him better, and he finds himself greedy for this too. To be able to see his gorgeous face tense with the pleasure he was giving him. To see his lips glistening from the kisses his mouth had left.
Jungkook pushes away the hair from his eyes so that he can see more of him, tucks the strands behind his ear.
"Can you ride me, Tae?" He asks him, brushing the side of his neck with his thumb.
Taehyung nods, places his hands on his shoulders to steady himself as he starts to fuck himself on Jungkook's cock. His thighs strain as he pushes up and falls back, but something about the slight sting from the exertion makes it so much better.
"That's it," Jungkook encourages, sliding his palms over Taehyung's tanned thighs that are so soft and smooth that they rival the material of the shirt he wears. "You're doing so well. Doing yourself so well for me." He continues, slipping his hands underneath his shirt to grip at that lean waist of his without the barrier. And when he does he uses his hold on him to fuck him harder, thrusting up to meet the motion of his hips.
Taehyung chokes on a sob of delight and let's his forehead brush over Jungkook's as he leans towards him, unable to keep himself upright anymore and moves in tandem with him.
"Jungkook," He gasps his name, the feeling building up in his stomach, his movements slowing down from it.
"I got you," Jungkook says, flipping them over so that he is on top of him again, not slowing his own thrusts even once as he changes their position. He moves one hand to Taehyung's dick, collecting the moisture from the head to lessen the friction as he starts to stroke his length with the same momentum of his hips snapping against him.
"Jungkook," Taehyung gasps out, his body almost thrashing with the simultaneous sensation of Jungkook inside him and his hand on him. "I can't— anymore —I'm going to—"
"Go ahead," Jungkook says, stroking him faster and his hips ramming in him relentlessly. "Come for me, Taehyung."
And Taehyung does, his eyes squeeze shut, moisture collecting at his eyelashes as he keens, his thighs lock up around Jungkook and he spurts all over himself and into Jungkook's hand, his whole body convulsing from the orgasm that erases all his thoughts, courses through his veins and quakes throughout his limbs.
Jungkook milks him through it all, groaning at how he tightens around him as he orgasms.
The heightened heat from Taehyung tensing around him, the sight of him getting unraveled and the melodic deep moan that escapes him is more than enough to drive Jungkook over the edge too. A few more languid thrusts lead to his own release, his hips bucking sharply, devoid of the previous control, as he cums inside him and into the condom.
Jungkook moans at the end of his own orgasm, letting his hips thrust a few more times as he rides it out. Taehyung sighs at the feeling of the condom filling up inside him, his own body just starting to relax from the onslaught of his release.
They stay like that for a few seconds, letting the hammering of their hearts quell a little before Jungkook pulls out slowly and rolls onto his back next to Taehyung.
They listen to the sound of their breaths, their exhales meeting in the warmth of the air around them, the aftermath of what transpired between them.
"So," Taehyung says finally, breaking the rhythm of their breathing. "That was nice."
Jungkook turns to look at him, a lazy smile drawing over his relaxed expression.
"Yeah, that was...something ."
Taehyung laughs lightly at his content look and the blissed out haze that now sheens his low-lidded eyes.
"I could've swore your adjectives came out more vibrant when you were inside me."
Jungkook's eyes met his, and even now, being so at ease and tranquil they hold an intensity that makes Taehyung relive their touches, the way his lips felt on him.
"Everything was more vibrant when I was inside you."
Taehyung feels the heat over his cheeks simmer onto the surface again, his thighs drawing closer together involuntarily. But he shrugs it off, shakes his head with an amused smile that Jungkook returns.
It lasts for a second before they seem to realize they were already spending too much time just lying next to each other, their conversation slipping into pillow talk that wasn't reserved for hookups.
Jungkook shifts then, sitting up to get the condom off before he tugs himself back into his jeans.
"You can just throw it in the bin over there," Taehyung says, jutting his chin towards the trash can next to his bed-side table. "And there are some wet wipes in that drawer."
"Over here?" Jungkook points at the top drawer after disposing off the condom.
"Yeah," Taehyung hums, turning to his side, propping his head on his palm, watching him open the drawer, pull out a few wipes and clean his hand before tossing them in the trash too.
What he doesn't expect is for him to take out some more wipes and walk back to where he was lying on the bed.
"Roll onto your back for me for a sec," he says, with a motion of his head.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, but does it, letting his head fall back against the mattress.
Jungkook then bends down and wipes away the cum that got onto his shirt, making sure to get the few streaks on his skin too.
"There," He nods, gesturing vaguely at the spot. "Wouldn't want you staining your coco silk shirt."
Taehyung raises off the bed, balancing his weight on the back of his palms. "You remembered the make." He notes, pleased. "Guess you really were listening to everything I was saying."
Jungkook's got his back to him because he's getting rid of the last of those tissues he used to clean him up, but he still answers him, he's still attentive.
"Yeah," He says once the bin's lid closes shut automatically. "Well, it's hard not to be interested in the things you say. You have a way with words." He turns and Taehyung is able to look at him again, really look at him now that his sexual desires have been sated, but he finds that he still finds him painfully handsome. It seemed that the mind-blowing orgasm hadn't done anything to quell the attraction he felt for him, instead he found himself picking up on subtler features on him that he hadn't before like the veins that travel up his forearms and the width of his thighs, the whispers of desire threatening to rekindle within him.
"—And anyone can see how passionate you are about your work." He smiles, interrupting Taehyung's secret session of silent admiration. "You really can't blame me. Your enthusiasm is infectious."
Taehyung looks away with a breath of a laugh. "In small doses I suppose. The people closest to me would call it neurotic."
Jungkook pauses, tilting his head a little to look at him, like he's trying to figure something out and somehow Taehyung feels more naked under that gaze than he did when he stepped out of his underwear.
"You're a workaholic?" He asks, but it seems more like a statement, like he already put the pieces together.
Taehyung shrugs. "I guess that's one way of putting it, yeah." He tucks his legs under the covers. "But I would never apologize for it. I wouldn't be where I am now if I wasn't how I am now."
Jungkook nods, steps closer again.
"I couldn't agree more. Prioritizing your career shouldn't need an apology."
The way he says it has Taehyung smirking with an observation of his own. "You're a workaholic too?"
There's that whisper of a smile that touches his lips.
"I guess you could say that."
Taehyung looks up at him with amusement. "So we have more than a few things in common."
"Why," Jungkook asks and his eyes do that thing again where they speak to Taehyung. "You don't think we'd have more things in common?"
"I don't know," He looks at the painting on the wall distractedly. "I mean, at least on the surface level, you know, because—"
"It's one of your rules not to get too deep?" Jungkook completes easily, saving Taehyung the effort to try and put it in a way that didn't seem too direct.
"Yeah, that." Taehyung nods a little sheepish.
Jungkook hums. "You can tell me about your rules without beating around the bush. This is supposed to be something easy, right?"
"Right," Taehyung agrees, looking at him again. "Yeah, nothing complicated. No strings attached."
"Does that mean I'll be seeing you again?" Jungkook asks, steady but unassuming.
"If you want to too, and if our workaholic schedules align for a little break," Taehyung jokes. "Then yeah, I think you will."
"I think I'd like that," Jungkook says with a grin, then looks down at his watch. "I guess I better be going now. It's pretty late."
Taehyung nods. "Yeah. Do you want me to see you till the door?"
Jungkook shakes his head. "No that's fine, besides," His eyes wander. "You look pretty cozy under your blanket there. I'll find my way out."
"Okay," Taehyung smiles, getting comfortable. "Drive safe."
Jungkook nods. "I will. Oh , and give Yeontan a lot of pets on my behalf."
Taehyung chuckles, feeling his eyes start to get heavy with sleep already. "Will do. Goodnight, Jungkook."
"Goodnight, Taehyung." He says as his last goodbye before he leaves his apartment.
And Taehyung finds himself sinking into his bed and drifting off into the best sleep he's had in a long time, dreaming about Yeontan playing in a field of flowers with someone who's voice seemed new to his subconscious yet something about him seemed oddly familiar.