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Kim Taehyung, university student, 20, wasn’t a big party guy.
His roommate, Park Jimin, university student, also 20, was.
Because of this, Taehyung, of course, frequently found himself in the same predicament.
He really didn’t even know how he got there, arriving at the big frat house in the most boring outfit ever (a tan sweater and black jeans, to be precise), while Jimin was dressed in a very fluorescent pink button-down and white slacks, smiling and laughing the whole way up the large staircase.
It obviously wasn’t Taehyung’s choice to go to the party—he had been dragged out of their dorm by Jimin only twenty minutes prior, much to his dismay (his dark brown hair sat like a bird’s nest above his head because he didn’t even have time to style it or God forbid shower at least). He would’ve rather stayed in their dorm, enjoying his one night off from the ten million tons of homework that came along with college, but instead, he was wincing at the loud music and scowling.
“I really hate you,” Taehyung said loudly, his voice practically drowned out by the music once they had gotten inside.
There were a lot of people at the party—probably too many that it made the whole thing a fire hazard—and it made Taehyung nauseous.
“Lies,” Jimin yelled back happily before grabbing his hand. “Let’s go find Yoongi!”
And so Taehyung was dragged through the house, up the stairs and back down, into room after room—even into the bathroom where two girls had been making out in (Jimin laughed and yelled sorry right after Taehyung gasped loudly at the scene) before they circled back to the large living room.
Jimin gasped when he finally saw Yoongi leaning against the wall with a solo cup in his hand, ignoring Hoseok who was chewing his ear off about any and every single possible topic. Jimin pulled Taehyung along with him over to the two of them, and Yoongi seemed to perk up when he saw Jimin. It made Taehyung smile a bit.
“Yoongi! Hi!”
Yoongi sat up straight and opened his mouth to speak, but he ended up just shutting and reopening it a bunch of times before smiling at Jimin slightly. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink and the blush was visible even under the dim setting of the party.
Taehyung watched the two as Jimin beamed at Yoongi and the other swallowed nervously.
Anyone with eyes could see that Yoongi was terribly in love with Jimin.
And anyone with ears could go on for days repeating all the longing things Jimin had told them about Yoongi.
Neither knew the other was in it deep.
They were both idiots.
Taehyung wanted to throw himself off a cliff.
“H-Hey,” Yoongi stuttered out finally (FINALLY! Taehyung thought). “How... How are you?”
“Totally and amazingly amazing! Super pumped to be here! Pumped to get drunk and fucked up—”
“I wanna go home.”
“Shush, no you don’t,” Jimin waved a hand in Taehyung’s face.
“I didn’t know Harry Styles was coming to the party,” Hoseok laughed, motioning to Jimin’s outfit.
Jimin placed a hand over his heart and scoffed. “I’m gracing you with my presence and you attempt to make fun of me? I say attempt, because being compared to Harry fucking Styles is nothing short of a compliment.”
Yoongi watched Jimin closely as Hoseok stuck his tongue out, eyes shining with adoration. Jimin rolled his eyes before turning back to Yoongi. “What are you drinking?”
Yoongi smiled nervously. “I—Vodka. Always. W-Want some?”
Jimin smiled and nodded. “I’m gonna go get a cup of my own! Come with?”
Yoongi nodded immediately and watched Jimin in awe as he smiled and walked off towards the beverages, the latter following him like a lost puppy.
“I would like to punch both of them in the face.”
Taehyung looked at Hoseok. “For what? Being oblivious or being so whipped?”
“Yes,” he simply replied and took a sip of his own drink.
Taehyung snorted before leaning against the wall with Hoseok. The two stayed silent, and Taehyung started to observe the scene around him.
He could see a guy and a girl practically fucking on the couch, and their friends seemed to be so used to it that they didn’t care. Some were dancing in the middle of the room and in the kitchen that branched off of the living room, a bunch of frat guys played beer pong.
And, in all honesty, the only thing Taehyung really wanted to do was go home.
But instead, he was stuck at a party where his best friend had already ditched him to run off and deny his feelings for the man he was in love with who was also in love with him, all while he stands sober in a sea of drunk and horny college kids.
“So,” Taehyung started, glancing over at Hoseok. He looked about as thrilled as Taehyung to be there. “Why are you alone?”
Hoseok took a sip of his own beverage and shrugged. “Seokjin ran off with Joonie somewhere and left me stranded. Then I found Yoongi, who also left me stranded. Now I’m here, depressed and drunk and alone.”
Taehyung nodded. “Nice.”
Hoseok hummed. “Anyways. I’m gonna go find someone to fuck so I don’t feel so useless.”
And with that, Hoseok walked away and into the sea of people, leaving Taehyung alone awkwardly pressed against the wall.
He stood there for a few minutes, observing the crowd in front of him. He found it fascinating how people could actually enjoy it—itbeing the whole party thing.
Taehyung always adored the idea of personal space bubbles. Your own little cage of security that no one could invade? Hell yeah, he loved that.
He loved it so much that when some girl suddenly got pushed into him and proceeded to spill her drink all over his sweater, squealing out a short sorry! before running off, he fell frozen in place, not sure what to do next.
He looked down at his sweater, a dark stain on it now that reeked of—
Vodka. There was vodka on his new sweater, and Jimin ditched him, and he was alone—
He swallowed thickly after a moment, suddenly feeling quite claustrophobic.
Taehyung forced himself off the wall and walked out of the house and onto the steps, knowing that Jimin would give him shit if he left, even though he left Taehyung himself. He took a deep breath and put his head in his hands.
“Jimin already wear you out?”
Taehyung looked up slowly, his head spinning slightly. He was met with the face of none other than Kim Namjoon, who held a plastic water bottle filled with a pink substance in one hand and a shoe in the other.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
He didn’t ask.
“Nah,” Taehyung responded, rubbing his face. “Ditched me for Yoongi.”
Namjoon nodded before tossing the shoe somewhere on the lawn and sitting down next to him. “They dating yet?”
Taehyung scoffed. “They’re not gonna date until someone confesses to the other for them.”
“Jimin seems like he would be the one to initiate all of that shit, doesn’t he? No filter ‘n all.”
The other shook his head. “Deep underneath that very loud and confident facade is a scared little bitch boy who refuses to admit he’s in love with his friend of five years who clearly loves him back.”
“Who loves who back?” A voice from behind them came.
They both turned around to see Seokjin standing with his hands in his pockets, another guy placed awkwardly next to him scrolling through his phone.
“Jimin and Yoongi,” Namjoon replied, patting the place on the steps next to him so Seokjin could sit down. He did so and leaned his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, shutting his eyes. “Wanna go home? You look like you’re ‘bouta pass out.”
Seokjin only hummed, nuzzling into Namjoon’s shoulder. The boy who had been standing next to Seokjin plopped himself down next to Taehyung. The latter eyed the boy curiously, then glanced at Namjoon for clarification, but the man was already beginning to speak.
“That’s Jeon Jeongguk. He’s in your year—”
“I can speak for myself, Joonie,” he retorted, stuffing his phone in his pocket. He held out a hand to Taehyung. “Jeon Jeongguk.”
Taehyung stared at him for a second, Jeongguk’s half-lidded eyes looking right back without a falter. He took Jeongguk’s hand in his own and shook it, his skin prickling from how warm it was and how the rough calluses on his palm rubbed against Taehyung’s smoother one, and oh God, his hands must be freezing, fuck—
He sat there holding Jeongguk’s hand for about half a minute before the boy quirked an eyebrow.
“Do… Do you also have a name, or…?”
Taehyung blinked before realizing that he had failed to speak in the time he was focusing on Jeongguk’s hands, and he laughed nervously and blushed.
“Oh! Oh, y-yeah, I do, of course, um…” It was difficult for Taehyung’s brain to work, so much so that he had, not surprisingly, forgotten his own name.
Jeongguk blinked and Namjoon snickered beside Taehyung.
“Alright,” Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “Uh, what is it?”
“K-Kim. Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, um… yeah.”
Jeongguk nodded and turned away from Taehyung, staring out onto the lawn of the frat house.
Taehyung could only blink and glance at him from the corner of his eye, watching him stare ahead.
“Okay,” Namjoon said as he patted Taehyung on the shoulder. “We’re gonna go. I’m tired and have a lab to finish tomorrow, and he’s about to pass out from exhaustion.”
Taehyung could only nod as Namjoon and Seokjin stood up, Namjoon wrapping an arm around Seokjin’s waist as they walked up to the line of cars outside the lawn.
And as Taehyung watched them drive away, he was suddenly aware that he was, indeed, alone with Jeongguk, the man he had met not even ten minutes ago who had made him forget his own name.
And who was also ignoring him.
But, Taehyung, being the nervous bitch he was, didn’t say a word and just shifted awkwardly next to the man.
Minutes passed, and neither Taehyung nor Jeongguk moved from their spot on the steps. Taehyung watched as people walked up and down the staircase right of them, and although some may have found it quite enticing, Taehyung got bored after three minutes.
He inhaled sharply and looked over at Jeongguk once more before gulping.
“So… Where are you from?”
Really? Kim Taehyung, THAT’S the best you could come up with? ‘Where are you from?’ Are you kidding me?
Jeongguk didn’t look up from his phone as he answered. “Born in South Korea, from Chicago.”
Taehyung nodded as his blush slowly faded. He waited for Jeongguk to ask the question back, or at least give him some indication that he was alive, but he got nothing.
Fucking whatever.
He grumbled and stood up, looking down at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, who wasn’t even looking back at him, scrolled through his phone with a frown on his face, not paying attention at all.
What kind of asshole—
Taehyung suddenly decided that a drink would be good.
He scoffed once more before walking back into the house, the loud noise still pounding in his ears as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where all the drinks were spread out on the counter.
Taehyung grabbed a cup and poured vodka into it rather violently, causing others to look at him in concern. He then proceeded to down the half-filled cup all in one big gulp, which, in all honesty, felt like a bullet ripping through his throat.
He coughed once and then poured more of the liquid into his cup, his eyes starting to brim with tears because of the burn of the alcohol, but he downed the vodka once more despite the feeling.
Two more times he filled his cup, and five minutes later, he was bordering on fully drunk, feeling relaxed and light as he leaned against the counter. Taehyung put his cup down and smiled, pushing himself off of the granite before making his way back into the living room.
Taehyung glanced around and, finally, his eyes landed on Jimin and Yoongi. Jimin seemed to be at least tipsy as he fiddled with the collar of Yoongi’s jacket, smirking at the older boy slightly. Yoongi watched him with dark eyes, but a heavy blush covered his entire face.
Taehyung watched as Yoongi suddenly snaked an arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer as he whispered in Jimin’s ear. By the look on Jimin’s face, it was either extremely dirty or Yoongi had just confessed to him, and either way, Taehyung was pleased.
He examined the two from afar before Yoongi turned Jimin’s face with his finger lightly, all before they connected lips.
Taehyung smiled and laughed because thank fucking God and he took a step closer to the two.
Taehyung originally wanted to run over and say hey to them, stick to them the rest of the night, bitch to them about how much of an asshole Jeongguk was, but his feet had other plans after a moment.
He started to sway with the music, running a hand through his hair as he rolled his hips and closed his eyes.
Taehyung squeaked slightly when he felt a pair of hands on his hips and a pelvis flush against the curve of his ass, beginning to grind with him, but his eyes stayed closed as he threw his head back onto the stranger’s shoulder and enjoyed the moment.
It wasn’t until the hands against his hips started to dip beneath his sweater that he suddenly felt nauseous.
“Mmph,” he grunted, suddenly claustrophobic once again. He tried to subtly wiggle out the man’s grip because, fuck, he didn’t want this, he wanted to go home, but he only held Taehyung tighter and forced his hands across the latter’s stomach.
Taehyung’s eyebrows narrowed as he tried to figure out who the man was, how much time had passed, what the hell was going on—
“H-Hey,” he murmured, but it was barely audible because of the music. “S-Stop, I-I-Stop, you—I don’t—”
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” the man whispered in his ear, and his hands made their way down the top of Taehyung’s jeans, and he began to force them down into the material.
Taehyung panted and finally managed to open his eyes, realizing that he was trapped between the man’s arms which were much more muscular than his own, and he had no way of getting out.
This is it.
He was sobering up quickly, realizing that fuck, what the fuck is happening oh God oh my fuck and, after looking down at his own crotch where the man’s hands had attempted to descend, that there was physically no way he would be able to get out of the man’s grip.
Is this really how it happens? Drunk at a frat party in the middle of around fifty oblivious college kids?
Taehyung began to search the room as the man continued to try and get his hands past the latter’s underwear, but no one was looking. Everyone was dancing or talking with others, ignoring him, not even noticing that he was being—
No.
His eyes locked with Jeongguk’s.
He was standing against a wall across the room, his eyes wide as he watched the latter. Taehyung’s bottom lip quivered and a tear fell, the man beginning to kiss his neck as he got further and further to his destination.
Taehyung had to stop himself from vomiting right then and there, letting out a shaky breath as he finally mouthed a single word.
Help.
Jeongguk looked like he just saw a ghost. He stood planted against the wall, not even making any attempt at stopping the situation.
Taehyung’s eyes fell shut after Jeongguk’s lack of movement, and he fell limp against the man, coming to agree with the fact that nothing can stop this and no one cares—
The man’s hands were almost completely down his pants and Taehyung sobbed quietly as he shook, starting to feel the room spin.
Taehyung suddenly fell onto his knees, the support of the man now gone. He didn’t know what happened, or why it happened, or what Gods saved him today—
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Taehyung recognized that voice as that of the man’s, and he groaned and touched his stomach shakily. The music seemed quieter, and most people in the living room were watching Taehyung with concern.
“What…” His eyes flew around the room and Taehyung tried to get up, only to fall back down and let out a small sob. Two girls suddenly rushed forward and helped Taehyung to his feet, and if he hadn’t been so confused and scared, he would have been quite embarrassed that it was that easy for them to help him up when he wasn’t attempting to do it himself.
“Fuck, I’m—I’m fine, thanks,” he croaked out, and the girls let him go. He swayed a bit before turning around, and his mind finally registered noise coming from where he had been standing before.
“Dude—”
Taehyung’s eyes widened when he saw Jeongguk hovering over the man who now had a bloody lip, a hand fisted in his shirt as he fumed above him.
“Absolute garbage,” Jeongguk muttered as he punched the man once more, earning a loud gasp from Taehyung.
“God!” The man groaned, trying to back away from Jeongguk. “We were just havin’ fun, the fuck?”
“That’s a fuckin’ lie and you know it,” Jeongguk hissed, but he didn’t try and hit the man again. His hand tightened on the man’s shirt, and he scoffed. Everyone in the living room was now watching them, and the music was gone.
“Man, let go—”
“Disgusting piece of shit. What the actual fuck? You fucking pervert, piece of absolute human trash, pathetic bitch—”
He raised his fist to hit the man once more, but Taehyung lurched forward and held it in the air. “Don’t fucking hit him!”
Jeongguk looked at Taehyung like he had three heads. “What do you mean ‘don’t fucking hit him’? He fucking tried to ra—”
“Fine, I’m fine! I’m-I’m fine, God, just—I’m leaving, fucking—”
And Taehyung stormed out of the house and down the street in the cold, shivering as his shoes clacked against the pavement.
“T-Taehyung! Taehyung!”
Taehyung only walked faster, but the voice grew closer and closer and suddenly someone grabbed his wrist—
“What?! What, what could you possibly want, huh?”
His voice broke as he screamed at Jeongguk who was staring at him in pity. “You’re crying.”
Taehyung gulped and scoffed, but when he went to wipe his cheek, he found that they, indeed, were coated in tears. No wonder he felt so cold.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Taehyung retorted back, but he only began to cry harder. “I-I, fuck—”
Taehyung lifted up a hand and slapped Jeongguk right across his left cheek, immediately gasping and putting his hands over his mouth afterward.
“What the fuck?!” Jeongguk hissed as he held his cheek with his hand.
Taehyung only stared at him with wide, glossy eyes before snorting into his hands. He tried to muffle the noise, but he then started to laugh hysterically.
Jeongguk breathed heavily as he watched Taehyung shake as he crouched down, sitting on the side of the road as he continued to laugh.
Taehyung only laughed harder with every passing second, and Jeongguk grew concerned quickly.
“Taehyung—”
“Holy fuck! That was—I-I-I was—oh my God!”
Jeongguk slowly sat down next to Taehyung, keeping his distance as Taehyung laughed harder. He turned to Jeongguk and covered his hand with his mouth, but he continued to laugh through it.
“Oh my fuck, twenty minutes ago I was bitching to Hoseok about how Jimin’s so hopelessly in love with Yoongi and then someone literally tried to rape me, oh my God!”
Jeongguk’s eyes traveled over Taehyung’s face, his beautiful, tear-stained face, as the other boy’s laughter slowed down, almost to the point where he was silent.
Everything was quiet. Jeongguk stared at Taehyung. Taehyung stared back, hand still over his mouth, his eyes grew wide and—
And he proceeded to vomit onto the street in front of the two.
Jeongguk grimaced. “That’s a, uh, more understandable response.”
Taehyung groaned and put his hand in between his knees, running through and tugging at his hair. He spat once and stared down at the bile on the asphalt, his vomit glaring back at him.
Disgusting.
Taehyung scoffed and spit again, straight into the vomit, and then lifted his head to look at Jeongguk. The boy sat next to Taehyung silently as he played with what seemed like a rock examining it as if it was actually interesting.
Taehyung smiled at how adorable he looked.
He cleared his throat and sighed, which made Jeongguk look up from the oh so interesting rock to watch Taehyung as he stood up and brushed off his pants.
“I—Um, thank you. For… For what you did. I’m thankful that you… did what you did. So. Thanks.”
And, with those words, Taehyung stared at Jeongguk sitting on the ground stunned for a moment longer before turning and walking in the direction of his dorm.
And, Jeongguk was never one to move quickly if he wasn’t working out—he valued the time he spent relaxing and sitting down, as any sane person would.
But when Taehyung turned his back to Jeongguk, he was grabbing the other male’s wrist in half a second flat stopping him from walking any further.
He breathed heavily as Taehyung looked down curiously at his wrist and then at Jeongguk’s face. He only stared at Taehyung with wide eyes.
Say something! God, you fucking idiot—
“Wanna go spray paint something?”
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed and he laughed. “What?”
Jeongguk blinked and loosened his grip on Taehyung’s wrist before repeating himself slowly. “Wanna go spray paint something?”
Confusion still resided in Taehyung’s features, so Jeongguk began to elaborate.
“When I get really fuckin’ angry, I like to mess shit up. So. I, uh, maybe thought that, I don’t know. Maybe you would want to… do… that?”
Taehyung cocked his head to the side. Bit his lip. Smirked.
“Alright.”
And, fuck, was Jeongguk not expecting him to say yes.
He inhaled sharply and let go of Taheyung’s wrist before clearing his throat. “I—Um. Alright. There’s—There’s a Dollar Tree a few blocks down. They have spray paint.”
Taehyung nodded. He began walking in the direction he had been before but stopped after a few seconds. Jeongguk had his feet planted in the same spot he stood before, watching Taehyung walk. The latter smirked.
“Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there?”
Jeongguk blinked once. Twice. He then shoved his hands in his pockets and jogged to catch up with Taehyung, and the two began their journey to Dollar Tree.
It was quiet for a while—neither knew what to say or talk about. Or, at least Taehyung didn’t. Jeongguk looked like he wanted to say plenty but he bit his tongue to stop it from spilling out.
So Taehyung sighed deeply after they traveled a block and glanced at Jeongguk.
“What’s your major?”
Jeongguk’s head snapped over to him and he bit his lip. They continued to walk, but Taehyung glued his eyes to the tree a few meters in front of them.
“Um,” Jeongguk rasped out after a moment. “Photography.”
Taehyung hummed and nodded. He played with the hem of his shirt before inhaling through his nose.
“Well, I’m an art student. So.”
Jeongguk snorted. “‘So’?”
Taehyung giggled, and Jeongguk smiled at how his low voice sounded like that. “I’m just saying. I don’t know. You didn’t seem like you were gonna ask me.”
“I have other things I wanna ask you,” Jeongguk murmured.
Taehyung faltered for a second because you could ask me to help you with murder and I’d ask ‘gun or knife’, but he quickly regained his composure before answering, a scoff escaping his lips.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Jeongguk looked at him and smiled. “Favorite animal?”
The other boy laughed as they turned a corner. He could see the bright green lights from the store sign at the very end of the road, and he eased up a bit.
“Turtles. Specifically those of the sea.”
Jeongguk’s nose scrunched up and he smiled showing his teeth. “Why’d you have to say it like that?”
“Because I’m a complicated human being,” he said before reaching out and poking Jeongguk on the cheek. “You look like a bunny when you smile.”
Jeongguk scoffed and blushed, looking down at his feet so his face was covered. Taehyung smiled.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jeongguk argued back with a laugh. “I’m badass.”
Taehyung scoffed and nodded. “Alright. Sure. Cutie.”
And, thus, the silence fell over the two again. They walked for a bit longer, the only sound between them being the crunching of the unpaved road underneath their shoes. Taehyung bit his lip and shivered, because fuck, this is the stupidest idea he’d ever had, walking around in New York in the middle of fucking December at eleven o’clock at night in only jeans and a vodka-soaked sweater, all for a—
Was he really doing this for a boy? For one he met not even an hour ago?
For Jeongguk.
“Taehyung.”
Taehyung hummed.
“Where are you from?”
Taehyung’s head shot up in shock, and he realized that they had reached the Dollar Tree. They stopped in front of the door and Jeongguk looked at him with soft eyes. He crossed his arms as he looked at Jeongguk. “Why do you care?”
Jeongguk shifted awkwardly and laughed. “You, uh, you asked me earlier and I didn’t ask it back. Which was rude of me. Sorry.”
“Wow,” Taehyung drawled. “That was the most half-assed apology I’ve ever received.”
Jeongguk opened his mouth but Taehyung stopped him with the wave of his hand and a chuckle.
“You don’t have to redo that sad excuse of an apology, I couldn’t care less. I was teasing you.”
Jeongguk smiled shyly and bit his lip, looking up at Taehyung. He waited a moment, and then Taehyung realized he was waiting for him to answer, so he inhaled and responded.
“I was also born in South Korea. Moved here when I was six months old. Live in NYC, obviously. My best friends are the rats. I eat dollar pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“That can’t be healthy,” Jeongguk laughed and nodded, opening the door to the Dollar Tree before motioning for Taheyung to go first. “Where’s your New York accent?”
“Only comes out when I’m angry,” Taehyung smiled lightly. “Where’s your Chicago accent?”
“Only comes out when I’m angry.”
Taehyung shook his head, walking into the Dollar Tree before Jeongguk followed him inside.
He winced slightly at the blinding white light, but he forced his eyes open and looked around. He and Jeongguk seemed to be the only ones in the store besides the clerk and maybe one or two people deep in one of the aisles, and he turned back around to face the boy.
“The spray paint should be in one of the last aisles—I can’t remember which, so maybe—”
“Let’s split up!”
And Taehyung raced across the store and into one of them, beginning to scan the shelves.
Jeongguk laughed.
Cute.
He walked over to the aisle next to the one Taheyung ran down and began to look for the spray paint as well. His eyes darted along the metal shelves and he grumbled when he got to the end of the aisle without any luck. Sighing, he turned back around and—
“I found it!”
The corners of his mouth twitched up and he walked into the aisle Taheyung was in to find him crouching down and looking at what did indeed look like spray paint.
Jeongguk crouched down as well and hummed. “I’m just gonna get black. You can pick any color.”
Taheyung gasped and immediately picked up the purple can, looking over the label of it while smiling. Jeongguk watched him bite his lip and sigh happily, and he couldn’t help but fall into a slight trance.
Until Taehyung looked back up at him, and their eyes met.
“Jeongguk…”
Taehyung’s voice was impossibly low when he spoke, and his eyes fell half-lidded as he looked up at Jeongguk through his eyelashes.
Jeongguk’s eyes raked over the boy’s face, over his honey skin that seemed to glow under the store’s lights, over his eyes that seems to twinkle as he looked back at the boy, over his plump lips that looked so unbelievably kissable and oh my God was that lip gloss—
It was like he had fallen into another trance, because the next thing he knew, he was leaning forward so fucking slowly and so was Taheyung, oh fuck—
“C-Can I get some candy?”
Jeongguk inhaled sharply at Taheyung’s question and swallowed.
Fuck.
“I, um,” he stuttered, slowly backing away from Taheyung and standing upright. His grip on the spray paint tightened, and he avoided the other’s eyes. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
Taehyung smiled shyly and walked out of the aisle, and Jeongguk followed him with his eyes until he disappeared around the corner.
He ran a hand through his hair and groaned quietly, cursing himself mentally for acting the way he did.
Such a fuckin’ moron. You think he’d want to kiss you? After what happened and how you acted?
“He leaned in too,” Jeongguk muttered, trying to convince himself that everything was alright.
He almost got fucking raped and you decide to try and kiss him? Are you stupid? Idiot.
“Idiot,” Jeongguk murmured as he began to walk to the candy aisle.
He found Taheyung looking over what looked like two different bags of Sour Patch Kids. He seemed to be deep in thought, so Jeongguk approached him quietly.
“You havin’ a hard time?” He asked with a small laugh.
Taehyung smiled and laughed, motioning with the bags still in his hands.
“Don’t know if I should get watermelon or strawberry,” he said with another small laugh as he bit down on his lip. Jeongguk took a step closer to the boy so he was only about a foot away from him. He looked over his shoulder and at the two bags, and they did indeed say watermelon and strawberry.
His nose scrunched up. “They make strawberry Sour Patch Kids?”
Taheyung gasped and tossed the watermelon bag back down. “I’m getting the strawberry ones. You haven’t lived if you haven't had them.”
“Really,” Jeongguk drawled as he grabbed the purple spray paint can from Taehyung. “My experience of life comes down to whether or not I’ve had strawberry Sour Patch Kids?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes but nodded. “Moron,” he muttered.
Jeongguk laughed and turned to walk to the end of the aisle where a fridge was placed. He grabbed a Monster from it and walked back over to Taehyung before patting his pockets in search of his wallet.
He froze.
That’s what I forgot.
He inhaled sharply and glanced at Taehyung who was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, mindlessly reading over the nutrition facts of the Sour Patch Kids.
Jeongguk bit his lip as he looked over at the cashier. He was an overweight man who seemed to be in his thirties, and from where the man was sitting, it seemed to be quite difficult to chase someone out of the store.
If they really needed to, that is.
He cleared his throat slightly and Taehyung looked up at him, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for Jeongguk to say something.
Jeongguk looked down and walked behind Taehyung without a word. Taehyung’s back was flush against the boy’s front, and Jeongguk placed his chin on the other's shoulder.
Taehyung tensed and shivered when he felt Jeongguk’s breath against his neck. He closed his eyes and gulped, trying to force his heart to slow down and why the fuck is it so quiet what is happening what is he doing—
“We’re about to do something,” Jeongguk murmured into Taehyung’s ear, “and you have to promise not to freeze or freak out.”
What?
Taehyung exhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered open. He laughed shortly as Jeongguk placed his hands on the other’s hips loosely before he nodded against the boy.
Jeongguk’s hands tightened around Taehyung’s hips.
“Yeah? You promise?”
Taehyung was vibrating in his skin, and before answering, he bit his lip lightly. Jeongguk’s teeth scraped against his ear, and, GodTaehyung basically became putty against him.
I promise, I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll do what you say. Please, please, I’m your good boy—
What? No. Taehyung, no.
He let out a shaky breath, laughing again. “Y-Yeah. I promise, promise.”
Taehyung hoped Jeongguk couldn’t sense his nervousness, but it was hard not to when he was practically shaking against Jeongguk’s chest, neck and ears flushed red.
He felt Jeongguk pull away from him slightly, wait for a second, and then he heard him chuckle.
“Alright,” Jeongguk said as he removed himself from Taehyung’s back completely. Taehyung stood frozen for a moment because what the fuck was that, but his eyes eventually followed Jeongguk who walked back to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of coke.
He began to shake it as he walked back, and Taehyung could only gulp as Jeongguk smirked at him and walked past him. The boy motioned for Taehyung to follow him, so he did so and watched as Jeongguk stopped shaking the bottle.
“Hey,” he said with a small smile as he walked up to the cashier, “I’ve got a question.”
The man looked unimpressed, but he nodded for Jeongguk to keep going.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow but Jeongguk continued without faltering.
“How do I know if this drink has been tampered with,” he asked, pretending to inspect the coke bottle.
The man sighed. “I don’t know. If you think something’s wrong, just give it to me and go grab another one.”
Jeongguk inhaled through his teeth and shook his head. “That’s the thing. This was the last one, and my boyfriend really wanted a coke. Just wanna make sure that it’s fine before I give it to him.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened.
First of all, Jeongguk had lied. He had seen plenty of other coke bottles in the fridge when he had grabbed it initially, but the contents of the fridge weren’t visible from where the cashier was placed.
Second of all, Jeongguk called him his boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Taehyung understood it was for the story or whatever was going on, but he could have just said brother or friend or something, but boyfriend?
He bit his lip.
The man inhaled sharply and motioned for Jeongguk to come closer to him. “Fine. I’ll look.”
Jeongguk beamed and he held up the coke bottle with one hand, struggling with the spray paint cans and his Arizona with the other. “Shit.”
Taehyung watched as he fumbled with them and he reached out to take them away from Jeongguk before they fell all over the ground. Jeongguk looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks, baby.”
And he fucking winked.
Taehyung’s heart flipped.
“N-No problem. Um.”
Jeongguk smiled again and turned back to the cashier who still looked unimpressed. “Alright, here.”
And, instead of giving the cashier the bottle, he proceeded to open the bottle and the contents of the coke exploded all over the man’s face.
Jeongguk breathed out a laugh and dropped the bottle as he watched the man groan and wipe his eyes. “What the fuck?!”
“Fuck,” he muttered and turned to Taehyung. “Fuck go, go, go—”
He turned around and dragged Taehyung out of the Dollar Tree quickly, taking the spray paint cans as they sprinted down the street quickly. Taehyung could hear the man yelling at them to come back, but they were already gone.
They ran and ran, and Taehyung couldn’t help but giggle as he glanced over at Jeongguk who had a dumb grin on his face.
“You’re insane!” Taehyung laughed.
Jeongguk laughed and Taehyung squeaked as the man pulled him into an alleyway.
He giggled loudly as Jeongguk crouched down and caught his breath, running a hand through his long hair as Taehyung looked down at him.
“What the fuck even was that,” Taehyung breathed.
Jeongguk stood back up and Taehyung gulped, watching as the boy’s eyes looked him up and down quickly.
Taehyung realized he was actually slightly taller than Jeongguk then–not by a lot, maybe just a centimeter or two–but Jeongguk was a lot more muscular than Taehyung was, and it was enough that Taehyung felt rather intimidated by him, and…
And turned on.
“Forgot my wallet,” Jeongguk looked down at the spray paint cans and tossed the purple one to Taehyung. He fumbled it before tucking it under his arm and putting his candy and Jeongguk’s Arizona on the ground.
“Do you always do that when you forget your wallet?” Jeongguk began to shake up his van and Taheyung copied his actions.
“What else would I do,” he replied as he smirked.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “So. Where are we doing this?”
Jeongguk nodded to the brick wall behind Taehyung. “Here.”
“Here?” Taehyung’s eyes widened. “What if someone sees?”
Jeongguk scoffed as he took the plastic off of the spray paint and opened the cap. “Haven't before.”
Taehyung sputtered. “Before? You’ve done this before? Like. Where anyone could see?”
Jeongguk scoffed and looked at Taehyung. “Of course. We wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t know what I was doing.”
And with those words, he started to write something with the spray paint.
Taehyung watched him with his mouth agape, but he eventually scoffed and laughed and began to undo his own spray paint.
He didn’t really know what to draw, so he just started spraying random squiggly lines onto the brick. He was a bit startled at first, having never used spray paint before, but he got the hang of it easily.
Jeongguk’s black blended with the dark brick, especially in the dark of the night, but Taehyung’s purple practically screamed at them from the wall.
“What are you drawing,” Jeongguk laughed.
Taehyung glared at him. “I don’t know! What else am I supposed to draw?”
Jeongguk shrugged. “I’m just writing my name and then ‘was here.'”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Cliche. And that’s better than what I’m doing?”
Jeongguk sighed and finished up his sentence quickly and walked over to Taehyung.
“Here,” he said. He walked Taehyung over to where he was writing and crossed his arms. “Write your name.”
Taehyung looked up at the dark letters and raised an eyebrow.
JK was here.
“Why not Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk scoffed and narrowed his eyes at Taehyung. “You know how many Jeongguks live in New York?”
Taehyung flushed and realized how dumb his question sounded. “Well, I’d assume not that many.”
Jeongguk laughed and nodded, stepping a bit closer to Taehyung. “What name are you gonna write, since there probably aren’t that many Taehyungs in New York either. ’TH’? Just Kim?”
Taehyung bit his lip. “V.”
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “‘V’? Why V?”
Taehyung played with the spray paint can, starting to motion with his hands randomly. “It’s the um… it’s the alias I go by. For my artwork.”
Jeongguk was silent for a moment before he exhaled sharply. “You’re V? Are you serious?”
Taehyung looked up at Jeongguk and smiled shyly. “Uh. Yeah.”
“What the fuck,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “Your artwork is like, my shit.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, and Jeongguk quickly realized how weird that sounded. “No, fuck, I just mean it’s like, wow. You’re just—”
“Wow?”
“Wow,” Jeongguk breathed as he smiled.
Taehyung’s eyes were still blown wide. He had never actually seen Jeongguk around the campus at NYU, but he assumed that since Namjoon didn’t introduce him as Jeon Jeongguk, from I don’t know where the fuck college, he assumed that the boy also attended NYU. And it wasn’t even like Taehyung’s work was widely known—he only had a few—maybe five or six—pieces up in the student cases around the entirety of the NYU buildings, so the fact that Jeongguk had seen his work, let alone liked it shocked him to massive proportions.
Taehyung giggled and looked back up at the writing. “Alright.”
Jeongguk watched in adornment as Taehyung wrote out ‘V was here’ carefully, biting the inside of his cheek rather cutely if Jeongguk said so himself.
And, well, he actually did, muttering, “Cute,” under his breath before covering it up with a cough.
When Taehyung finished, he capped the spray paint and stepped back so he was standing next to Jeongguk. Crossing his arms, he sighed while Jeongguk glanced at him, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Well,” he said quietly. “Now what?”
Jeongguk laughed and his eyes drifted down to his Monster and Taehyung’s Sour Patch Kids still on the ground.
“Why don’t we see if my life’ll magically change once I eat these?”
Taheyung rolled his eyes and Jeongguk grabbed the bag and his drink. Taehyung snatched the drink from his hands and Jeongguk glared at him, but the other boy only laughed.
Jeongguk opened the bag and picked a candy out of it as Taehyung opened his drink and took a sip from it.
“Ugh,” Taehyung moaned quietly as he wiped his mouth. “I forgot how good these are.”
Jeongguk laughed and examined the strawberry-shaped gummy in his hand before licking his lips. Taehyung reached for the bag suddenly, but Jeongguk pulled it away and smirked.
“Hey,” Taehyung laughed as he went for it again, only to be denied once more. “Give them to me!”
Jeongguk tossed the bag over onto the ground, and Taehyung gasped and watched in horror as they spilled all over the dirty concrete.
“What the fuck? Are you insane? I was gonna eat those!”
Jeongguk’s eyebrow quirked up as he placed the gummy in between his teeth. There was a beat of silence as Taehyung eyed him and then the candy, and a second later, the boy flushed red. Jeongguk was obviously waiting for the boy to eat the gummy from his lips.
Jeongguk’s eyes stayed trained on Taehyung as he took a step closer to the boy. Taehyung stood frozen in his spot, his hands shooting up to rest against Jeongguk’s chest as his face stayed only inches away from him.
The Monster dropped on the concrete with a clang.
“Jeongguk…” Taehyung’s eyes kept flickering back between the gummy and Jeongguk’s eyes.
Jeongguk placed his hands on Taheyung’s hips and the other boy’s breath hitched as he did so, closing his eyes quietly before opening them back up. Taehyung leaned in slowly, grabbing the gummy with his teeth as his forehead bumped with Jeongguk’s. Their lips brushed, and Taehyung whimpered, pulling away so he tore the gummy in half–one for Jeongguk, one for Taehyung.
Taehyung immediately backed away from Jeongguk and chewed his gummy, watching as the other spit his own out. Taehyung swallowed it and looked back at Jeongguk who was already looking back at him with hungry eyes. Taehyung felt himself drift closer towards Jeongguk, not able to control his body as he got close enough so they were breathing the same air.
Taehyung inhaled through his nose softly. “You smell like smoke. Why do you smell like smoke?”
Jeongguk laughed, the sound resonating with Taehyung and ringing through his ears like a melody. “My roommate smokes. Yugyeom doesn’t know how to open a fucking window, so I basically walk around smelling like an ashtray all the time.”
“I like the smell of smoke,” Taehyung murmured, his lips brushing against Jeongguk’s once more.
“You smell like strawberries. I like strawberries.”
“You’re such a fucking dork,” Taehyung laughed. Their noses bumped together. “Kiss me, idiot.”
Jeongguk bit his lip and rolled his eyes, suddenly reaching forward to kiss Taehyung feverishly..
Taehyung stumbled back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut. Jeongguk’s grip on Taehyung’s hips solidified as he pressed their chests flush together.
He captured Taheyung’s bottom lip with his teeth and tugged it back before letting it release. Taehyung groaned at the sensation and he kissed Jeongguk once more, his hands finding their way to the boy’s hair before pulling gently.
Their tongues dragged along the inside of each other’s mouth, and Taheyung moaned loudly into Jeongguk’s when the other reached down to Taehyung’s ass and squeezed harshly.
“F-Fuck… Jeongguk…”
Jeongguk huffed into Taehyung’s mouth. He could feel the other boy shake against him, and combined with the whines coming out of his mouth, he knew Taehyung was enjoying it.
He took the lobe of Taehyung’s ear into his mouth and nibbled on it before letting out a breath against the shell of it.
“Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful. Couldn’t even think for half the night ‘cause it was like being around a goddamn angel.”
“Is–fuck–that why you didn’t talk to me?”
Jeongguk growled. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Wanted you to think I was cool. Fuck, you taste so good. Like strawberries. God. I’m literally kissing a strawberry.”
Taehyung giggled, but it broke off into a moan soon after. Jeongguk moved to kiss down Taehyung’s jawline before trailing down his neck and beginning to suck a mark onto his skin. Taehyung gasped at the feeling and positioned his legs so Jeongguk’s thigh was between them before grinding against it slowly.
“Fuck fuck I—”
Jeongguk growled when he felt Taehyung grinding against his leg, biting his lip as he pressed it further into the other’s crotch.
“God, look at you,” Jeongguk rasped. “So fucked up, just from humping my thigh. Feels good baby? You like it?”
“God, yes, f-fuck, oh my God. You feel so good against my cock, fuck.”
Jeongguk shakily inhaled ‘cause, fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard, but he smirked and chuckled into Taehyung’s ear as he kissed his neck some more. “Gonna get off right here baby? Gonna cum all over my leg just from rubbing your cock against my thigh?”
“Don’t wanna—wanna cum here. Want you—want you to fuck me, please, God.”
Jeongguk sucked a mark into his neck before kissing the spot. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby. Make you scream, cum so hard you won’t be able to get off from anything except my cock in your tight hole. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterward? I’ll pump you full of my cum if that’s what you want, baby.”
Jeongguk physically felt a tremor shoot through Taehyung’s body, making him shake violently. It almost seemed as if he came, but he continued to rub against Jeongguk’s leg after the tremor, a violent sob escaping his lips.
“Fuck, y-you’re so—want you—so bad, please fuck—”
“What do you want, baby?”
Taehyung breathed heavily as he whined and continued to rut against Jeongguk’s thigh.
“Want… you… your cum… want you to-to make me cum, please…”
Taehyung whimpered as he clung onto Jeongguk for dear life, his forehead pressed against the latter’s shoulder as he continued to rub his clothed cock against Jeongguk’s denim-covered thigh.
“Can we—”
“Let’s go to—”
Taehyung and Jeongguk laughed at them talking at the same time before he moaned once more, Jeongguk’s thigh rubbing against his cock harder.
“I, fuck, the—the campus isn’t that far a-a-away from here oh God fuck,” Taehyung whimpered when Jeongguk trailed hands up his sweater and across the sides of his body. “Jimin’s probably with Yoongi still, won’t be back until later, fuck—”
“How many minutes,” Jeongguk mumbled as he kissed Taehyung’s neck lightly.
“P-Probably a fifteen-minute w-walk—”
“Too far,” Jeongguk said with a laugh.
Taehyung groaned and scoffed. “A five-minute car ride, then.”
“Mm,” Jeongguk replied and detached his lips from Taehyung’s neck. He kissed him once deeply on the lips before pulling away. “I’ll call an Uber.”
“Y-Yeah. Yes, please. Do that,” Taehyung said breathlessly as he blushed crimson. His eyes darted around suddenly and he wasn’t able to meet Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk noticed this and narrowed his eyes. “Hey. You alright? We don’t have to—”
Taehyung’s eyes widened immediately. “No, fuck, I want this. I’m just—earlier tonight, it's just kinda… it fucked me up a bit.”
Jeongguk searched the boy’s face and Taehyung finally met his eyes. “I’m not gonna force you to do anything, Tae—”
Taehyung’s chest fluttered at the nickname, but— “I know! I know that you won’t. I think. I’m pretty sure you won’t—”
“I won’t,” Jeongguk replied immediately, shaking his head rapidly. “I’d never. I wouldn’t, won’t.”
“I know, I know, so I’m fine. I want this. I want,” Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and his lips ghosted over the other’s. “I want this. I want you. Fuck, so bad, Jeongguk, want you to fuck me so fucking bad, hurry up—”
Jeongguk cut him off with a small kiss before he pulled away and got out his phone. Taehyung watched, dazed and hair disheveled, as Jeongguk called for an Uber.
Afterward, Taehyung latched onto Jeongguk’s side and he slid an arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him in close as they huddled together. The winter air blew around them, but Taehyung didn’t feel cold at all.
A few minutes later, they were getting into a car, restless and impatient.
Jeongguk’s hand rested on Taehyung’s thigh, rubbing it lightly as the other squirmed in his seat rather violently. Jeongguk squeezed it and glanced at Taehyung with hard eyes.
Stop.
Taehyung looked back at him and raised an eyebrow, still panting and moving around against the leather.
Make me.
Jeongguk’s jaw set and he squeezed once more, making Taehyung squeak slightly before lifting his head. His eyes landed on the driver’s mirror, and they locked with the Uber driver’s.
He received an odd look, so he smiled sheepishly and nodded before Jeongguk removed his hand.
The car finally stopped, and the two flooded out of it after thanking the driver. Then, in this order, Taehyung shouted out his building, dorm number, Jeongguk dragged Taehyung across campus while they laughed like schoolchildren, they barged into Taehyung’s building and then his dorm, and finally, Jeongguk pressed Taehyung against the door and began to kiss him once more.
“God,” Taehyung groaned as the two’s hands roamed each other’s bodies, “We probably looked like professional college students, huh?”
Jeongguk laughed against his lips and cradled Taehyung’s head in his hands. “Fuck yeah. The professional-est.”
“You sure that’s a real word?” Taehyung whimpered when Jeongguk reached a hand under the boy’s shirt and ran a finger over his nipple.
“Fuck real words,” Jeongguk growled, “This is so much funner than the party.”
Taehyung let out a loud moan when Jeongguk pressed his thigh against his crotch once more. “So eloquent.”
Jeongguk smirked. “I try.”
Taehyung was on cloud nine, swimming in euphoria as Jeongguk kissed him and rubbed against him and God fuck he feels so good but—
Oh, fuck I need to pee holy mother of—
“Hey, t-this feels really good, like, God, please don’t stop,” Taehyung said quietly, “But please do stop ‘cause I gotta piss. Like, real bad.”
Jeongguk groaned and continued to kiss Taehyung who wasn’t trying to get out of his grip in the least bit.
“Unless,” Taehyung said with a breathless chuckle. “You want me to piss on you. You into that?”
Jeongguk immediately removed himself from Taehyung with his hands up in defense. “No, fuck, go pee, Jesus.”
Taehyung giggled. “Aw, too bad.”
He kissed Jeongguk one last time before slipping out of his dorm and racing down the hall to the bathroom.
Jeongguk sighed and looked around Taehyung’s dorm.
There were two beds, one that was covered in clothes and a few pairs of shoes and—were those vinyls?—while the other was made neatly, and a few pieces of artwork hung on the wall above it.
Jeongguk immediately recognized the style of artwork he loved so very much, and the signature in the corner of the pieces confirmed it.
V.
He smiled and found himself walking over to a dresser next to Taehyung’s bed, observing the framed pictures and an odd-looking reindeer plushie that sat on top of it.
One of the pictures seemed to be a young version of Taehyung and two older people—a man and a woman.
His parents, probably.
Another one showed Taehyung and a boy who Jeongguk presumed was Jimin, only because Yoongi stood a few feet away not knowing that the two were taking a picture.
He had met Yoongi before—he had heard Jeongguk sing quietly to himself while he, Namjoon, and Seokjin were hanging out. Yoongi then demanded he sing for him a bit on his mixtape, and Jeongguk didn’t really have time to say no before they were in a studio and he was in front of a microphone.
The last picture was of Taehyung in the foreground by himself.
He was sitting on his bed next to Seokjin, who was barely in the frame, laughing at something the other had probably said. He obviously didn’t know his picture was being taken, but even though he didn’t, Jeongguk still thought he looked ethereal.
Somewhere in the thirty seconds he took to scan across the photos of Taehyung, his eyes drifted down to the drawers of his dresser.
One of which was slightly open, an article of clothing poking out. It was white and intrigued Jeongguk.
He knew he shouldn’t go looking around others’ personal items, especially people he had only known for a few hours, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the article of clothing out and staring at it.
His eyes went wide, throat drying up.
“What are you doing?”
Jeongguk gripped the article of clothing in his hand but didn’t try to hide it as he turned and looked at Taehyung.
His eyes were narrowed, but Jeongguk didn’t miss the smirk pulling at his lips.
“I—”
What was he supposed to say?
Sorry for snooping, but I’m really not sorry for finding women’s underwear in your dresser. Also, I apologize again, but—
“Are you… Right now—A-Are you wearing panties?”
Taehyung inhaled deeply and blushed.
Oh.
He didn’t seem embarrassed, though. He smirked and bit his lip as he played with the hem of his sweater.
“Do you…” He walked closer to Jeongguk until the boy backed up and sat on Taehyung’s bed. “Do you wanna see them?”
Jeongguk dropped the pair he was holding and nodded, legs bouncing in anticipation. Taehyung giggled and placed his hands on the boy’s knees to make him stop before Jeongguk smiled sheepishly at him.
“I need you to do something for me, Jeonggukkie,” Taehyung whispered, starting to bend down so his mouth was next to the boy’s ear.
“Watch. No touching, me or yourself. Can you do that?”
Jeongguk gulped but nodded, and he shivered as Taehyung kissed along his jaw a few times before stepping back and facing away from Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s mind went blank.
Was—
Was Taehyung about to give him a striptease?
Oh my, thank you, lord.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks rather ungracefully, which caused both Jeongguk and Taehyung to laugh. He regained that elegancey quickly, though, his face dropping into something Jeongguk couldn’t explain before Taehyung finally looked away from the boy.
He bent down and ran his hands up one leg as he looked back at Jeongguk, biting his lip and giggling before swaying his hips a bit. Jeongguk couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but when he heard the sound of a zipper, his cock twitched.
And then, with one swift movement, Taehyung’s pants were off of his legs and across the room, his sweater barely covering the lace that was hugging his ass tightly.
All Jeongguk wanted to do was run his hands across Taehyung’s legs and under his panties, or, fuck, even his own dick, but as Taehyung had said, neither was allowed.
So he sat on Taehyung’s bed, painfully hard as he watched the other boy’s cock strain against white goddamn lace panties as he played with the bottom of his sweater.
Taehyung took his sweet time pulling the cotton material over his head before discarding it as well, running his hands over his chest and his neck and even raking them through his hair before pulling, earning a moan from the boy.
Jeongguk groaned and squeezed Taehyung’s covers as he attempted to stop himself from touching himself at the sight.
Taehyung let his hands roam for a moment longer before they stalled at his nipples, circling them before pinching them and biting his lip.
“Jeonggukkie…”
Jeongguk breathed out through his nose deeply. “Fuck, baby. You look—”
“Feels so good, Jeonggukkie. Fuck, want you to touch me so bad. You’ll make me feel so good, Guk, fuck—”
Jeongguk couldn’t help himself anymore, and Taehyung looked a bit relieved when he pushed himself off of Taehyung’s bed and grabbed the boy, connecting their lips.
Taehyung practically shrunk against the taller boy when Jeongguk grabbed his waist. He wasn’t even that much taller—only a few centimeters, give or take—but the way Jeongguk handled him, and oh God, how he felt in the man’s arms—
Taehyung wanted Jeongguk to ruin him.
Jeongguk moved his hands down and gripped Taehyung’s hips so his own were flush against Taehyung’s. He brought a hand up and around to the small of Taehyung's back while their tongues twirled around each other, and he pulled Taehyung against himself so the smaller boy’s back arched into the other.
Jeongguk’s hands held him tightly, and the force was making Taehyung’s head spin. Jeongguk was cold, having been outside for a while, and was surprised when he touched Taehyung and was met with hot skin. It made the boy shiver.
It wasn’t until Jeongguk decided to pick him up, gripping under Taehyung’s thighs and lifting him off the ground, that the other felt high.
“F-F-Fuck,” Taehyung moaned. “O-Oh God.”
Jeongguk squeezed the latter’s thighs and Taehyung squeaked, followed by a high whine.
“Guk, fuck,” Taehyung gasped as Jeongguk bopped him up a bit, making sure Taehyung didn’t fall. Taehyung’s back arched into Jeongguk’s grasp. “You’re—Fuck, so s-strong, oh God—”
Taehyung’s arms were wrapped around Jeongguk’s neck as the other boy squeezed Taehyung’s ass lightly. His head lolled back and Jeongguk took the opportunity to kiss all the way down to his collarbones.
“You’re so,” he stopped to kiss Taehyung’s neck once more, “Fucking beautiful.”
Taehyung released a shaky exhale that he didn’t know he was holding before running his hands through Jeongguk’s hair and pulling.
The man groaned and attacked Taehyung’s lips this time instead. Taehyung moaned loudly and gripped the latter’s hair tighter as he practically tongue-fucked Jeongguk’s mouth, causing the taller man to tighten his grip on Taehyung’s thigh. He moved one hand from his leg and placed it on the small of Taehyung’s back, causing him to arch even more.
“Guk, p-please,” Taehyung whispered, slightly embarrassed by his begging. “Want—Want—”
“Hm?” Jeongguk teased Taehyung as he bit the lobe of the latter’s ear. “What, baby? What do you want?”
Taehyung inhaled deeply. “Just–please, Guk. You–Can you–”
He breathed out shakily and Jeongguk tsked. “C’mon baby, you can give me more than that–”
“Your cock, fuck,” Taehyung whined angrily. “Want your fat cock in me, Gukkie. Want you to fuck me so hard that I can only come with your cock inside my ass, fuck.”
Jeongguk wasn’t expecting that.
Even though his ears pounded loudly, Jeongguk smirked and chuckled. “Yeah? Gonna fuck you until I fucking cum so fucking hard. Give you all of it.”
Taehyung nodded. “Please, yes, Jeongguk. Don’t you want that?” He mustered up the strength to kiss back at Jeongguk’s neck and nip at it. His breath fanned across the latter’s ear. “To fuck me until you pump your cum into me? Wanna fuck it all out of me until I’m screaming?”
Jeongguk exhaled shakily. “Some mouth you’ve got.”
Taehyung smirked and kissed Jeongguk lightly. “Not like you’re any better. But do you even fuck as good as you talk?”
That was all Jeongguk could handle.
He turned to the bed and threw Taehyung on it, the man bouncing slightly as he hit the mattress with a loud gasp. Jeongguk pulled off his sweatshirt and pants swiftly, leaving him in tight, black boxer briefs before he climbed on top of Taehyung to hover over him.
Jeongguk immediately started kissing Taehyung again, holding his waist as he rubbed circles around the skin. Taehyung hummed against Jeongguk’s lips in contentment.
This kiss was different—everything about the current situation was different. The atmosphere was more intimate, and Jeongguk handled Taehyung with such care that the latter never wanted to leave his grip.
Taehyung broke the kiss and panted softly. He held Jeongguk’s head in his hands and bit his lip. “You better take me on a date after this.”
Jeongguk smiled widely. He kissed both of Taehyung’s cheeks, then his forehead, and finally his lips lightly, practically just a brush. “How do you feel about pizza? Maybe a movie in my dorm?”
Taehyung didn’t respond, just simply smiled and pulled him back down for another kiss.
The kiss began to get heated again, and Jeongguk thumbed the waistband of Taehyung’s panties. He inched down and around to grope Taehyung’s ass, earning a small whine from the latter.
“Fuck,” Taehyung murmured. “Can-Can you…”
Jeongguk waited a second. Taehyung flushed. “What, baby?”
Jeongguk used his other hand to fully pull Taehyung’s panties down, freeing the boy’s cock. Jeongguk grabbed it gently and thumbed the slit, gathering precome as he dug his digit in.
“Want you to stretch me, ngh,” Taehyung groaned.
Jeongguk bit his lip and took Taehyung’s panties off completely, leaving the boy naked. He glanced around a bit before Taehyung reached under his pillow for lube, then under his mattress for a condom. He tossed both of them on Jeongguk’s lap.
Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. Taehyung shrugged. “Jimin kept stealing my condoms.”
“So you decide to put them under your mattress,” Jeongguk squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and rubbed them against Taehyung’s hole teasingly.
“That’s where I hide my dismembered bodies, he won’t look there–fuck,” Taehyung broke out into a moan as Jeongguk pushed a finger in.
He curled the digit against Taehyung’s walls and the boy began writhing against the sheets. “Wouldn’t that be lumpy to sleep on?”
“What is this, the princess and the pea?” Taehyung gasped as Jeongguk added another finger, now pumping two thick digits into his ass.
Jeongguk snorted. “Dunno, they’re your dismembered bodies, princess.”
Taehyung let out a small whine at the pet name, causing Jeongguk to stop and pull both his fingers out.
Another whine left Taehyung’s mouth, this time more confident and demanding. “Fuck, what the fuck, put them back in—”
Jeongguk grabbed Taehyung’s hips and pulled him closer. Taehyung immediately yelped and looked across to Jeongguk.
“Princess.”
Jeongguk watched as Taehyung’s eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip, swallowing dryly as he laid back down silently.
“You like that, don’t you,” Jeongguk muttered, rubbing small circles around Taehyung’s hipbone. “Fuck. So pretty. Such a pretty princess,” he planted small kisses along Taehyung’s v-line, along his hips. “My princess.”
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung breathed quietly. It was obvious to both of them how much the pet name affected Taehyung. “Stick your fucking cock in me.”
Jeongguk tsked. “Where are your manners, pretty? Ask nicely.”
Jeongguk ripped open the foil and slid the condom on, coating his cock in lube and rubbing more on Taehyung’s hole. “Fuck, please, Jesus. Stick your fucking cock in me. God.”
A sharp cry left Taehyung’s lips as Jeongguk brought his hand down and smacked the outside of his hip. He arched off the bed, but Jeongguk pushed his hips back down.
“Try again,” Jeongguk growled.
Taehyung’s breath stuttered violently as his head fogged up, but all he could remember thinking was oh God please fuck don’t stop do it again oh my God.
“Please,” Taehyung whispered once more. “Please fuck me, Jeonggukkie.”
And with that, Jeongguk pushed inside of Taehyung, bracing himself on either side of the boy’s head as Taehyung arched off the bed.
“God,” Taehyung squeaked out as Jeongguk bottomed out. “You’re so big, what the fuck.”
Jeongguk dropped his head and closed his eyes, groaning. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“What,” Taehyung practically moaned.
“Gonna come, hold on,” he replied as a stuttered breath left his mouth. Taehyung exhaled as well, holding himself back from circling his hips against Jeongguk after they finally adjusted.
Jeongguk groaned again as he dropped from his hands to his forearms, caging in Taehyung as he looked into Taehyung’s eyes with lust.
Taehyung moaned loudly when Jeongguk abruptly snapped his hips, hitting inside the older boy deep before holding it there, pulling out almost completely, and then doing it again.
“Princess,” Jeongguk moaned as he fucked Taehyung deeply, the other clawing up and down Jeongguk’s back as his walls hugged the other’s cock.
“Fuck, please,” Taehyung moaned as he began writhing again. “Please.”
“What, what,” Jeongguk groaned, capturing Taehyung’s lips in a kiss. His cock grazed Taehyung’s prostate and the latter bucked his hips up, crying out. “What do you want, princess?”
“Fuck, faster. Faster, harder. Please, faster—”
Jeongguk sped up his movements and a loud slapping sound echoed throughout the dorm. Taehyung shook along with the bed from the force of Jeongguk’s thrusts, and the older boy whined every time their hips met. He hooked his ankles around Jeongguk’s back, practically holding onto him for dear life.
“Yeah, princess,” Jeongguk huffed. He slowed for a minute, rolling his hips instead of sharp thrusts, but still hitting parts of Taehyung so deep he didn’t even know they existed. “Fuck. Look so pretty like this, taking my fucking cock. Being such a good girl for me.”
Taheyung gasped when Jeongguk began abusing his prostate again, beginning to piston back into him.
“You’re just a fucking cockslut,” Jeongguk growled. “Need something filling you up at every moment. Walking around like a slut in your panties. What if someone found out like I did? Gonna let them fuck you, too?”
Taheyung shook his head. A sob escaped his lips. “No, fuck, just you. Just your cock. ‘M a slut for your cock.”
Jeongguk groaned. “Damn right,” he muttered and thrust into Taehyung brutally.
Taehyung suddenly began to pant heavily, legs shaking as his voice wobbled. “Gonna come, fuck. Close, close.” He began to fist his own cock in search of release.
“Come, princess. Come all over yourself for me like the slut you are.”
And Taehyung did, painting his own stomach white as his back formed a bow, lifting from the bed. Jeongguk’s hips didn’t stutter as he chased his own orgasm, Taheyung’s still bucking up from overstimulation.
“Fuck, princess. Gonna come.”
Taehyung could only nod as Jeongguk spilled into the condom and moaned loudly. He began playing small kisses up the column of Jeongguk’s neck lazily, his eyes already closing from how tired he was.
Jeongguk pulled out carefully, holding the condom at the base of his cock before pulling it off and tying it. Before he could ask, Taheyung pointed next to the bed where a wastebasket was placed, and Jeongguk tossed the condom inside.
Taehyung was practically asleep by the time Jeongguk retrieved a towel from somewhere in the dorm, delicately cleaning the come off of Taehyung’s chest.
Taehyung hummed. “I’ve never been cleaned after sex before.”
Jeongguk chuckled as he walked back to the bed. “You deserve to be cleaned after sex.” Jeongguk flopped down beside Taehyung on the twin bed, the mattress barely accommodating the boy’s bodies.
Taehyung turned and latched onto Jeongguk, nuzzling into his chest before sighing.
“I’m serious about the date,” Taehyung murmured.
“So am I. You can come to my dorm tomorrow and we can watch a movie and eat pizza and a bunch of other junk food and get fat. It’ll be great.”
Taehyung laughed with Jeongguk. “I get to pick the movie though.”
Jeongguk scoffed. “I can veto it if I want.”
“Nuh-uh,” Taehyung shook his head. “You have to go with it.”
Jeongguk groaned. “If you choose a sad-ass movie, I’m gonna block your number.”
“I won’t,” Taehyung said quietly. “Promise.”
At ten-thirty the next night, both boys would be crying as the end credits for Toy Story 3 played. Jeongguk would hold up his phone to Taehyung’s face, finger hovering over the block button when Taehyung would snatch it out of his hand.
Jeongguk still took Taehyung to breakfast the morning after.