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Crazy. Stupid. Love .
It’s love, the reason why Jeongguk is putting clothes in his backpack right now as his heart thuds hard in his chest at the thought of the man he’s going to see in a few hours, at the thought of what might happen between them if he doesn’t back down.
It’s love, the reason why Jeongguk, after eight years of hopeless pining, is finally ready to take a risk and lay his sheltered heart in the palm of the man he loves madly, no matter what the outcome might be.
It’s love, the reason why Jeongguk’s lips are curled in a smile as he imagines what it would be like to be with Taehyung again after a month of not seeing him—a month too long.
Taehyung, his brother’s best friend, the one who stole his heart and became his whole world when Jeongguk was only thirteen years old; the one Jeongguk can’t live without, can’t breathe without, can’t feel without; the one Jeongguk probably shouldn’t love but can’t help to.
Jeongguk sighs as he zips his backpack and puts it on his shoulder. So many things could go wrong. He could lose Taehyung, could shatter what they have, could be left alone and broken. And it would hurt like hell. But he’s tired of not doing anything, tired of waiting for something that might never come. He has to know, needs to know if he— they —can have a chance or he’ll die .
Thus this impromptu trip to Daegu—Taehyung's hometown—where he’s spending his summer, far away from Seoul, far away from Jeongguk—too far away.
Jeongguk misses him and it has become unbearable for him who’s used to living with Taehyung—and Jimin—in their apartment near SNU since he came back last year after he was discharged from his military service; who’s used to seeing him every day, to be on the receiving end of his boxy smile every day, to hear him laugh every day. Being without Taehyung is like being kept in the dark with no lights within reach. It hurts. It hurts too much. And Jeongguk can’t take it anymore. He needs Taehyung, needs him badly .
Jeongguk lets his backpack slide to the floor before putting his leather jacket and combat boots on. He runs a hand through his hair as he takes a look in the mirror hanging beside the door. He looks okay, more than okay, in his biker outfit and he hopes that it will have some effect on Taehyung, that it will, maybe, spark something inside him, something that will pull him in Jeongguk’s arms, flush against his hot body.
Once he’s ready, Jeongguk picks up his backpack and leaves the apartment, locking it behind him. He gets inside the elevator, pushing the basement button and waits patiently. As the lift descends, his thoughts don’t stray from Taehyung. What is he going to say when he sees Jeongguk on his doorstep? What is he going to do when Jeongguk will propose going to the beach in Busan with him for a day or two? Just them and no one else. Just them. How is he going to react if Jeongguk has the guts to pull through with his plan and confess to him? So many questions and no answers. For now.
The elevator’s door opens when Jeongguk reaches the basement and he walks straight to his parking spot where the Harley Davidson he bought with his savings is waiting for him.
Jeongguk still can’t believe that he obtained his license, that he finally has the means to fulfill his promise to Taehyung, the one he made when he was fourteen.
I’ve never been to the beach before, I’d like to see the sea one day , Taehyung had said to him during one of the many nights he spent at the Jeon’s household.
I’ll drive you there on my motorcycle, just you wait , Jeongguk had answered, wanting to make one of Taehyung’s dreams come true, wanting it more than anything as Taehyung smiled at him softly, like Jeongguk would give him the moon if he could.
Of course, Taehyung saw the sea years ago, when he spent his summer with Jeongguk, Jimin and their parents in the beach house they own in Busan. But that won’t stop him, not today.
Today will be different, even the sea, the sand, the waves will be different in Jeongguk’s eyes, if Taehyung agrees to follow him. Everything will be different. The sun caressing their skins, the salt of the water surrounding them, the sounds of their hearts beating. Everything .
Jeongguk climbs on his motorcycle, puts on his helmet and soon the engine roars to life before leaving his parking spot. It takes him a minute to get into the traffic of the streets of Seoul, and once he does, he takes off to Daegu, overwhelmed by his own emotions, but determined nonetheless. It’s now or never.
On the road, Jeongguk thinks only about Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung . He’s nervous, he’s anxious, he’s on the verge of having a breakdown on the highway, but he pushes through and speeds up, eager to see Taehyung again, to hear his voice again, to bask in his sweet strawberry scent again.
Jeongguk is probably a fool for falling in love with his brother’s best friend, for even entertaining the thought that there could be more between them, more than just a strong friendship, more than just stolen glances and teasing touches. But he doesn’t care, not anymore. He’d gladly be a fool if it meant being with Taehyung the way his heart desires. He’d gladly be a fool if it meant being with Taehyung the way his body desires.
There are so many things Jeongguk wants to do with—to—Taehyung, so many… For a long time, he felt guilty for thinking of Taehyung in that way, he felt bad for getting off to the thought of Taehyung more often than not, he felt ashamed. But as he grew up, as his feelings grew with him, Jeongguk understood that he couldn’t fight them, that they weren’t ugly, that they were beautiful, that they were something to be treasured, just like Taehyung himself. And he let them plant their seeds into his heart, let them colonize it. It felt right to let Taehyung in, to let him own every part of him, to not be afraid. So right.
And how could Jeongguk not fall in love with Taehyung when he’s so… perfect? Perfect for him. When he’s the embodiment of warmth, of love, of everything good in this world. When he’s Jeongguk’s light, Jeongguk’s candle in the wind, when he’s all the fireworks Jeongguk feels under his skin every time they look at each other, every time they share a smile that is meant just for the other, every time they touch. Falling in love with Taehyung was inevitable.
Jeongguk believes that fate has brought them together in the form of Jimin, who befriended Taehyung on his first day of high school, when he came from Daegu and had known no one in the city. It’s thanks to his older brother that Jeongguk became close with Taehyung, that he had the chance to. Without Jimin, he would have never crossed paths with Taehyung, would have never had his world turned upside down.
To be honest, Jeongguk doesn’t want to think of a world where he and Taehyung don’t belong together. Because they do. Because they fit, so well. They’re meant to be, Jeongguk is sure of it. So sure, that he’s ready to jeopardize everything they built together as friends. They need to be more than that, boyfriends, husbands even. Jeongguk knows that Taehyung is the only one for him, has known it for the past eight years, since he first saw Taehyung and his heart missed several beats. He knows.
Jeongguk watches the road pass before his eyes, heart roaring as loud as his engine. He can’t make it slow down, can’t make it shut up, not when he thinks about Taehyung. It has always been like this, always, and it will never stop. Even if Taehyung rejects him, Jeongguk doesn’t think he’ll be able to move on from him, to not love him anymore. It seems impossible. Because Taehyung is his everything. His reason. To smile. To laugh. To live. And it’s time for Taehyung to know that, time for Jeongguk to stop hiding his feelings for him.
When Jeongguk reaches Daegu, when he parks in front of Taehyung’s house, right next to his grandparent’s farm, he has half a mind to go back to Seoul and forget all about his plan. He’s scared. Scared shitless.
Jeongguk takes a deep breath as he takes off his helmet and his backpack, takes a deep breath as he puts his feet on the ground and gets off his motorcycle. It’s not enough to calm him down. He feels so nervous he might throw up. But all he’s feeling right now vanishes when he hears the door open, when he turns around and sees him .
“Jeongguk?”
“H-hi,” he stutters dumbly.
“Hi,” Taehyung greets back, a smile forming on his plump lips, a smile that Jeongguk reciprocates shyly, “What are you doing here?”
“Missed you,” Jeongguk answers truthfully, because there’s no point in lying.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything. He just walks to Jeongguk, until they’re standing in front of each other. And then, he takes him in his arms, hugging him tight, so tight that Jeongguk feels like he can’t breathe anymore. But who cares anyway?
“Missed you too, bun,” Taehyung whispers in Jeongguk’s ear, sending a shiver running down his spine.
“Really?”
Taehyung pulls back but still holds him close, hands on his hips, burning him.
“Of course. Missed you every day.”
Taehyung’s voice does things to Jeongguk that he can’t explain, but his words, his words make his pulse race, his cheeks flush and his body quiver. He just wants to nuzzle his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck right now, to breathe him in, to be closer . But he knows he can’t.
“It’s hard to be away from you guys,” Taehyung says and Jeongguk’s heart breaks a little at the mention of his brother.
Will Taehyung ever see him as anything but a little brother, a best friend? Jeongguk came here specifically, to get an answer to this question, however, he can’t help but be afraid of it.
“Yeah,” he breathes out lamely.
One of Taehyung’s hands leaves his waist when his head falls, and comes to cup his cheek, thumb tenderly caressing at the scar he has there.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Taehyung asks.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Jeongguk lifts his head and looks at Taehyung. He drinks him in. The silky brown hair that falls in curvy curls on his forehead, laying on top of the bandana Taehyung is wearing. The beautiful beautiful chestnut eyes that are locked with his, and that he wants to get lost in, forever. The nose, the cupid's bow, the cherry red lips that he wants to kiss, so bad. Taehyung is wearing a white t-shirt, two sizes too big, making his collarbones peek out from the collar, making Jeongguk drool. And a pair of large jeans with rips that let Jeongguk see the tanned skin underneath, skin that he craves to cover in love bites. Taehyung is barefoot, like he always is when he’s inside their flat. And even his feet are perfect. Fuck .
Jeongguk sucks in a breath as his eyes stop wandering on Taehyung’s body and dive into chestnut orbs again.
“I thought… I thought you’d miss me more. That’s stup—”
“I did,” Taehyung cuts him off, making him lose his breath.
“You did?”
“Yeah. You’re… you , and of course I’d miss you more.”
Jeongguk smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“You’re too cute,” he hears Taehyung whisper under his breath and it flusters him to death.
“I’m not,” he pouts, and Taehyung giggles.
“Don’t argue with me, bun.”
Jeongguk lets it go, because, honestly, he’s too happy right now to care. Taehyung missed him, missed him more than Jimin, and that says a lot, because his brother is Taehyung’s platonic soulmate. It makes hope bloom inside of him.
“You came all the way from Seoul just because you missed me?” Taehyung asks, the hand still on Jeongguk’s waist starting to wander up and down his ribs, making Jeongguk shudder under his touch.
“Yeah. And also, to keep my promise.”
“Your promise?”
“Taking you to the beach, on my motorcycle.”
“You still remember that?” Taehyung inquires, surprised.
“Yeah. I do.”
Taehyung’s eyes flicker to his motorcycle for a few seconds, before they come back to Jeongguk’s face. He licks his lips, and Jeongguk goes into overdrive. Oh, how he wants to taste them, to finally feel what it’s like to press against them, to trace his tongue over them, to bite them.
“Thank you,” Taehyung murmurs before leaning in to kiss Jeongguk’s cheek.
“I… I got my license a few days ago and I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about going to Busan together.”
Taehyung draws back and smirks.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about me, huh?”
“It’s not—” Jeongguk whines, but gets cut off by Taehyung.
“I like that,” Taehyung says in that deep voice of his that does things to Jeongguk’s heart.
Jeongguk feels his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink as the words leave Taehyung’s mouth.
“You do?” he asks.
Taehyung nods.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Texting and calling wasn’t enough. Missed your cuddles,” Taehyung pouts.
And god, does this pout affect Jeongguk. He’d do anything to kiss it off. Anything .
“Missed yours too,” Jeongguk whispers.
He missed the feeling of Taehyung’s body pressed against his, missed the feeling of having Taehyung’s face nuzzled in his neck and his arms wrapped around him. Missed it more than he thought he would.
“We’ll cuddle all we want in Busan,” Taehyung says, arms wrapping around Jeongguk’s waist, bringing him closer to him.
“Busan? You… You want to go? With me?”
“Of course, bun. There’s nothing I want more than spending time with you.”
Alone is left unsaid, but Jeongguk knows , and it makes butterflies swarm in his tummy. So, Jeongguk smiles, and Taehyung mirrors it. For a while, he gets lost in this smile, gets lost in the eyes that watch him almost tenderly, and he believes, believes that his feelings are reciprocated, that there’s more than just friendship between Taehyung and him. It’s a dangerous thought to have, he knows, but at this moment, he doesn’t care. Because he’s in love, so, so in love.
“Okay,” Jeongguk breathes out.
“Come with me,” Taehyung says, intertwining their hands, pulling Jeongguk out of his trance and inside the house.
It’s the first time that Jeongguk came to Daegu, the first time he’s brought inside Taehyung’s childhood house. And it’s with wide eyes that he watches everything around him as they walk further inside the house, his steps slowing down when his gaze comes across pictures of little Taehyung hanging on a wooden wall. Jeongguk can’t help but smile as he sees them, can’t help but feel his heart flutter at the cute sight.
“I was a brat,” he hears Taehyung say next to him as he comes to a stop in front of the wall of pictures, shoulder pressed against Jeongguk’s.
“I don’t have any trouble imagining that,” Jeongguk snorts.
“It’s you. You’re the brat.”
“I’m a good boy,” Jeongguk whispers, more to himself than Taehyung, but Taehyung hears him anyway, if the smirk that slowly curls his lips is anything to go by.
“Oh yeah?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer, just pulls Taehyung forward by the hand, earning a chortle from the other.
“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Taehyung chuckles.
Jeongguk halts his steps and waits for Taehyung to take the lead again, which he does, but not before winking cheekily at Jeongguk.
“Cute.”
And Jeongguk blushes yet again. It’s like a permanent state at this point whenever he is near Taehyung.
“Grandma?” Taehyung calls.
“In the kitchen, dear.”
“Come,” Taehyung orders softly as he tugs on Jeongguk’s hand and leads him into the kitchen.
The first thing that Jeongguk notices is Taehyung’s grandma, sitting at the kitchen’s table, preparing some kind of dough, judging by her flour covered hands. Taehyung looks so much like her, especially when she smiles and her face lights up, when her eyes land on Taehyung and him.
“Grandma, this is Jeonggukie. Jeonggukie, this is my grandma, Eunji.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jeongguk greets, bowing at ninety degrees.
Jeongguk considers letting go of Taehyung’s hand, but Taehyung holds onto him tighter, thumb caressing his skin, and Jeongguk simply can’t let go.
“Oh, such a beautiful young boy you are,” Eunji says as she comes to him after cleaning her hands with a cloth and pinches his cheeks.
Jeongguk smiles at her, shifting from foot to foot.
“Taehyung has told me a lot about you,” Eunji reveals, and Jeongguk turns his head around to look at Taehyung, who has his cheeks tinted pink.
“He did?” Jeongguk can’t help but ask, heart beating hard in the swell of his ribcage.
“He did. He never shuts up about you. In fact—”
“Okay, grandma,” Taehyung cuts her off with a cough, “Can you keep Jeonggukie company while I go pack my bag?”
“Pack your bag?”
“I’m going to Busan with Jeongguk for a couple of days.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Eunji exclaims, seeming enthusiastic at the prospect of her grandson going to the beach, “You need the break after working so hard with us the whole month.”
“You know I enjoy working on the farm.”
“I know, dear. Still, you’re young. You should have fun.”
“I will,” Taehyung says.
“Good. Now go pack your bag. Jeongguk and I will talk,” Eunji smiles.
“Okay,” Taehyung agrees, letting go of Jeongguk’s hand, “I will be back in five minutes.”
“Take your time, sweetie.”
Taehyung leaves the kitchen after sharing one last—longing?—look with Jeongguk, and Jeongguk is left alone with Eunji.
“You know, my little boy loves you,” Eunji whispers, like it’s a secret shared just between them.
“I love him too,” Jeongguk can’t help but confess.
“I know. I can see it in the way you look at him.”
“Does it not bother you?”
“Why would it? I just want my Taehyungie to be loved, to be happy. And judging by what he shared with me about you, about how you are with him, you do just that.”
“Am I that obvious?” Jeongguk asks, suddenly fearful.
“Maybe not to him, but he has sparkles in his eyes when he talks about you, and his smile… I love when he smiles like that,” Eunji says with a smile of her own.
“I want to make him smile every day.”
Eunji cups his cheek and looks him straight in the eyes. They remain silent for a little while, lost in their own thoughts, until Eunji speaks again.
“You’ll be good for him.”
“I hope so. I hope that he will accept me, and see me the way I see him,” Jeongguk sighs.
Eunji’s words give him flickers of hope, give him a reason to believe that the love he has for Taehyung is the same as Taehyung harbors for him.
“He will. Trust me, dear,” Eunji says, “You just have to make the first move because Taehyung won’t. He’s been hurt before and—”
“I know. I know and I promise you that I will never break his heart, if he allows me to have it.”
“Good,” Eunji declares, tapping lightly at his cheek before letting her hand fall on her side.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk murmurs, “For reassuring me. I… I needed that.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Jeongguk smiles shyly. He doesn’t know why he opened up to Eunji like that, but it felt right, to let his feelings out in the open, to say them out loud. It’s the first time he has done that, letting someone else know that he loves Taehyung. And suddenly, everything feels more real.
“What are you two talking about?” Taehyung asks as he comes back into the kitchen, slinging an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders.
“You, of course,” Eunji replies, a smirk stamped on her face.
“Grandma!”
“What? You left us all alone, what did you expect?”
Taehyung groans.
“Tell me you didn’t talk to Jeonggukie about baby me.”
“I didn’t. But I should have,” Eunji says, mischievous.
And Jeongguk can’t help but smile at seeing Taehyung and his grandmother interact, at witnessing the love and the strong bond they share.
“You’re mean,” Taehyung whines.
“Am I now?”
Taehyung moves to hug his grandmother.
“No, you’re the best,” he whispers in her ear.
“That’s what I thought,” Eunji chuckles, wrapping her arms around Taehyung.
They break the hug a few seconds later and Taehyung comes back to stand beside Jeongguk, taking his hand in his, interlocking their fingers and squeezing them, like he’s afraid to let go.
“You should get going,” Eunji says, a soft, fond look lighting up her face.
“We should,” Taehyung agrees, “I’ll text you when we reach Busan,” he adds as he picks up the bag he let fall on the floor when he entered the kitchen.
“Enjoy your little trip. And Jeongguk? Take care of my baby bear, will you?”
“I will,” Jeongguk promises as he tightens his hold on Taehyung’s hand.
Taehyung waves at his grandmother with a big, boxy smile on his face, before leading Jeongguk out of the kitchen, giving him just enough time to wave at Eunji too.
Once they’re back outside, they go to stand in front of Jeongguk’s motorcycle.
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” Taehyung whispers, “What shall I do?”
“Just hold onto me.”
Right then and there, Jeongguk realizes that he didn’t think this through. He’ll have Taehyung, his Taehyung, holding onto him tightly, body pressed against his, for like an hour. The proximity. The closeness. How is he going to survive this? He already feels like his heart is about to explode.
Jeongguk takes the second helmet he took with him and gives it to Taehyung as a means to distract himself from his thoughts. He helps Taehyung put it on, their faces so close that he can feel Taehyung’s breath slowly caressing his skin and it makes a shudder wrack through his body.
“Thank you,” Taehyung breathes out once Jeongguk is done securing the helmet on his head.
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, just nods, before taking his own helmet and putting it on, avoiding Taehyung’s eyes on him. Then, he climbs on the motorcycle first, motioning for Taehyung to do the same. And he does, sliding on the seat behind Jeongguk, arms coming to wrap around his waist tightly. Jeongguk sucks in a breath at that, as he feels Taehyung’s heart hammering against his back, as he feels him clutching at his t-shirt under the leather jacket he’s wearing.
“Ready?” Jeongguk asks, placing his hands on the handlebars.
“Ready!” Taehyung exclaims, and Jeongguk hears the smile in his voice, which makes him smile in return, even if Taehyung can’t see it.
Jeongguk inserts the key and turns to put the ignition on, the engine roars to life as he takes up the road. He tries not to think about how hot he feels, having Taehyung’s thighs, Taehyung’s chest, pressed against his. He tries not to think about how good it feels, having Taehyung like that. But he fails miserably. Because being close to Taehyung is everything he yearns for, craves for. And he’ll take every crumb that he can get.
Jeongguk hears Taehyung laugh when he speeds up once they reach the highway and he can feel his hands tighten their grip on him. He bites at his bottom lip as unholy thoughts travel in his mind. Thoughts of Taehyung gripping at his waist like that as he fucks into him, nice, and deep, and slow. Thoughts of Taehyung kissing his thighs, biting at them, leaving marks in his wake. Thoughts of Taehyung saying I love you to him, again, and again, and again as Jeongguk rides him.
Jeongguk knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, just because of Eunji’s words, just because of Taehyung’s flirtiness. But he can’t help it, can’t help how his heart soars in his chest at feeling Taehyung so close after being apart for a month, can’t help how much his skin prickles with the urge to get even closer to him.
“I love you,” he murmurs to the wind, knowing that Taehyung won’t hear him.
Jeongguk smiles under his helmet as Taehyung tightens his hold around him. He wishes he could let go of the handlebars to intertwine his hands with Taehyung’s, but, even though he wants to touch him too, he can’t. Not right now. Later .
There’s electricity running down his veins, sparks flying under his skin everywhere he can feel Taehyung. His back. His waist. His thighs. And it drives him insane. Taehyung does nothing but hold onto him and it’s already enough to have his skin on fire, covered in goosebumps, simmering .
Jeongguk grips at the handlebars tighter, focusing back on the road, on the white stripes painted on the tar. It’s exhilarating, being on his motorcycle, the feeling of freedom overtaking him. And Jeongguk feels like he can achieve anything . Like confessing to Taehyung. Like professing his undying love to him. But will he really be able to?
Jeongguk feels his throat running dry, his palms getting clammy, his skin turning sweaty at the thought of finally unveiling his feelings for Taehyung. He kept them locked inside the confines of his heart for so long, that it feels almost surreal to be on the verge of voicing them out loud, of sharing them with the man he loves deeply, madly, unconditionally. But he needs to do it, for him, for Taehyung, for them . He waited long enough.
Jeongguk takes a deep breath as they enter Busan and he goes over what he has planned—or rather dreamed of—in his head once again. The beach. Them in the water. The sun setting in the background. The rays of lights shining down on Taehyung, making him look even more ethereal. His smile when Jeongguk comes closer and whispers I love you . The kiss they share after that. And Taehyung saying I love you too . The butterflies in his belly threaten to burst through his skin just thinking about it.
Jeongguk parks in front of his parents’ house at Haeundae beach. He lets Taehyung get down before doing the same, wordlessly taking his backpack from the underseat storage. Then, he takes Taehyung’s hand in his and guides him inside. They let their bags fall to the floor near the door, before going straight to the back of the house. There, through the floor to ceiling windows, they have a perfect view of the beach, of the miles of sand and water that stretch in front of them, and it’s beautiful. But not more than Taehyung in Jeongguk’s eyes, as cheesy as it sounds.
“I missed this,” Taehyung says under his breath.
I missed you , Jeongguk thinks. I missed you every day .
“Thank you for bringing me here, bun.”
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, just smiles, turning to look at Taehyung and finding him with his eyes already on him. Eyes that sparkle. Eyes that he wants to get lost in, forever.
“Want to swim?” he asks.
Taehyung nods, his hair falling in silky curls on his forehead and Jeongguk wants to lift his hand, to tuck them behind his ear, but he can’t, he doesn’t have the right to.
“Let’s change then.”
They go back to the door to take their bags before heading to different bedrooms situated on the ground floor to change.
Jeongguk’s heart hammers in his chest as he peels off his clothes and puts on his swimsuit. The moment he’s been waiting for for years is approaching and he feels like he’s going to die . Soon, Taehyung will be his, or they won’t be friends anymore. He doesn’t want to think about losing Taehyung, about keeping on living without him in his life. It hurts too much. But it’s a possibility he can’t ignore, being rejected.
Jeongguk sighs as he gazes at himself in the mirror. He looks like he’s about to throw up, his hands are shaking, his eyes are hazed, he looks sick . The nerves are eating him alive and—
“Bun?”
“I’m coming!” he exclaims, voice shaking.
Jeongguk tears his gaze away from the mirror after taking a deep breath and goes to open the door. On the other side, he finds Taehyung, wearing a short, black swimsuit and Jeongguk’s brain liquefies at the sight. In front of his eyes are miles of tanned skin, miles and miles of smooth, soft skin that he wants to touch, to lick, to bite. He can’t take his eyes off of Taehyung, of his body, so gorgeous .
Jeongguk shakes his head after a few seconds—a few seconds too long judging by Taehyung’s amused look—and scratches his throat.
“Let’s go to the beach,” he suggests awkwardly, taking two long towels with him.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but Jeongguk can see the smirk stamped on his lips, the mirth swimming in his eyes and he blushes, hard, as he leads Taehyung outside.
Once Jeongguk’s feet touch the sand, he lets his eyes flutter shut. He missed this feeling. The sounds of the waves. The wind that blows softly around him. The sunrays falling down on him.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks softly as he interlaces their hands.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk answers, opening his eyes to look at Taehyung, “I’m okay.”
Jeongguk is always okay whenever he’s with Taehyung, always . So he smiles, trying to appear more calm and collected than he truly is. And that seems to appease Taehyung enough.
“Then, come play with me,” Taehyung says as he tugs on Jeongguk’s hand and starts running towards the sea.
Jeongguk drops the towels on the way before chasing after Taehyung, loving how he laughs, loving how he squeezes his hand just that tad bit tighter.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Jeongguk’s heart thumps in his chest as he looks at Taehyung’s side profile. He’s so beautiful, so gorgeous , it almost hurts to look at him like that. But Jeongguk can’t help the way his eyes roam over Taehyung’s face, over his bread cheeks, over the moles adorning his honey skin, over his boxy smile that lights up his whole face. He wants to remember this moment, Taehyung , forever, wants to engrave every detail in his memory. Because it will be the most beautiful moment of his life, or the most tragic.
When they reach the sea, they don’t slow down, they let the salty water splash around them as Taehyung’s laugh echoes in the wind. They let go of each other’s hand in favor of diving underwater. Even then, Jeongguk keeps his eyes open, trained on Taehyung. And Taehyung does the same.
After a few seconds, they break through the water to reach the surface and breathe. Jeongguk smiles at Taehyung as he watches him pushing his hair back off his face, as he watches droplets of water trailing down his incredible body. Oh, how Jeongguk wants to follow their trail, wants to lick each and every one of them, wants to trace his tongue over every inch of wet skin that is displayed in front of him right now. It feels sinful, but so right at the same time.
Jeongguk sucks in a breath when Taehyung smirks at him, like he knows what’s going through his mind, like he’s enjoying the effect he has on him. When Taehyung licks his lips, Jeongguk’s eyes follow the movement involuntarily before darting up and diving into Taehyung’s eyes. There’s something akin to lust, to want pooling in them. And it makes Jeongguk’s heart skip a beat or two. Because there’s no mistaking what he sees in Taehyung’s irises as they rake over his body after that. It’s desire.
Taehyung moves like a predator on the verge of catching his prey as he comes near Jeongguk until their feet touch under the water. They’re so close that Jeongguk can’t breathe anymore. He just waits, waits for Taehyung’s next move. And when Taehyung smiles at him before pushing on his shoulders until he’s underwater, Jeongguk lets himself drown. He then circles Taehyung’s legs with his arms and makes him stumble, body falling in the water next to Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk stays underwater for a few seconds before reaching the surface yet again, soon followed by Taehyung. They start to play, chasing after one another in the water, laughing, smiling. Jeongguk loves every second of it, of being with Taehyung like that. He loves having fun with him, feeling light and carefree. It reminds him of why he loves Taehyung, because everything seems so easy with him. He doesn’t have to overthink when he’s with Taehyung, he can just be himself and enjoy. Every little smile. Every little giggle. Every little touch. It’s precious.
Jeongguk loses track of time, and soon, the sun is about to set. He has to act before it’s too late. So, after he gets splashed with water, he takes a deep breath and walks to Taehyung, halting his steps only once he’s barely a millimeter away from him. Taehyung might sense the shift in him because he stops playing and stays still, eyes unblinking.
“Tae, I need… I need to tell you something.”
Taehyung frowns, tilting his head to the side. He’s so beautiful like that, with his hair matted to his forehead, with the last sun rays of the day falling on his face and making it glow, with his big chestnut eyes that seem to sparkle. He leaves Jeongguk breathless.
Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s hands in his, trying to find something to anchor himself to. Taehyung lets him do it, lets Jeongguk’s thumbs caress his skin under the water. And it’s everything that Jeongguk needed to let the words out.
“I love… I love you,” Jeongguk breathes out, and before Taehyung can speak, he adds, “I don’t need you to say it back, or say anything at all. I just needed to tell you, because those feelings have been eating me alive for years now and—”
“Years?”
“Yeah. Since I first met you when I was thirteen. At first, I didn’t know what it was I was feeling. But as I grew up, and my feelings grew with me, I understood that I loved you,” Jeongguk says, “Oh, Tae, you don’t know how much I love you. It’s crazy. And maybe stupid, but it’s love.”
Taehyung withdraws his hands from Jeongguk’s and Jeongguk’s heart shatters in his chest at the gesture. He lets his head fall down, already feeling tears prickling at his eyes, tears that he tries to swallow before they even fall down his cheeks.
“Bun, look at me.”
When Jeongguk doesn’t lift his head, Taehyung does it for him, fingers on his chin to tilt his head up.
“It’s not stupid,” Taehyung murmurs.
“It is. Because you don’t love me back.”
“Who said that?”
“It’s just… I don’t know,” Jeongguk sighs, frustrated with himself, with his feelings, with everything that is not Taehyung.
“Jeongguk, I love you too,” Taehyung whispers, hand coming to cup Jeongguk’s cheek, thumb caressing the little scar he has there, “I have loved you for a long time now.”
“How long?”
“I realized how much I needed you, how much I wanted you, during your enlistment.”
“Why didn’t you say anything when I came back?”
“I guess, for the same reasons that you didn’t. I was afraid to lose what we have, afraid to lose you .”
“We’re both idiots,” Jeongguk snorts.
“We are. But you are my idiot.”
“And you are mine.”
“ Mine . I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk lifts a hand to put it on the one Taehyung has laid on his cheek and smiles softly at him.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” Jeongguk says, voice low.
Taehyung doesn’t answer, he simply leans in as Jeongguk does and their lips meet halfway. Jeongguk sighs against Taehyung’s mouth, because kissing Taehyung feels like paradise. Every brush of Taehyung’s plump, red lips against his sends him into overdrive. It’s sweet, it’s chaste, it’s salty , the way they kiss. It’s everything Jeongguk wanted and more.
Taehyung smiles against his lips, and it makes Jeongguk’s heart burst with love for him. He can’t believe that he gets to be the one kissing Taehyung like this, that he gets to be the one to be loved by him. He can’t believe that he’s not dreaming right now.
Jeongguk drags his tongue over Taehyung’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, and Taehyung parts his lips for him. When their fleshy muscles collide, when their breaths mingle, when their tastes become one, Jeongguk’s knees buckle. It’s good, so good, to devour Taehyung, to ravish him. It’s good, so good, to have him like that. He’s dreamed of it, but nothing, nothing comes close to the reality of what he’s living right now.
Taehyung is everything. He moans and sighs into the kiss as he lets Jeongguk deepen it, as he lets Jeongguk take control of it. And Jeongguk feels himself falling, harder and harder, at each brush of their tongues against one another, at each little bite left on their lips, at each little whimper that drips from Taehyung’s mouth.
Jeongguk knows he could kiss Taehyung forever, could mark him with his teeth, with his tongue again, and again, and again. He wants to. Now that he has a taste of Taehyung, he wants him even more.
“You taste so good,” Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung’s spit-slicked lips.
“Yeah?” Taehyung says, breathing hard, “You think so?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk answers as he licks his lips, chasing after the last remnants of Taehyung on them.
“Then kiss me again.”
Taehyung puts a hand on Jeongguk’s nape and brings their heads closer and closer, until their lips clash. It’s wet, rushed, messy, the way they kiss this time around. It’s wild, untamed, animalistic, the way they claim each other with their mouths. And Jeongguk can’t help but surrender to Taehyung when he tangles his tongue with his, when he licks into his mouth like it’s his territory, like he owns it. Because he does. Jeongguk is Taehyung’s, every inch of him, every atom in his body, belongs to Taehyung and no one else.
“You’re a fucking dream,” Taehyung groans when they break apart, “Could kiss you all night.”
“Do it,” Jeongguk whispers.
Taehyung laughs softly, fingers weaving into Jeongguk’s wet hair.
“You’d like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk admits.
Taehyung smirks and Jeongguk feels something hot, scorching hot, curl in his stomach. Desire. Want. Need . Taehyung is so sexy, so hot like that, droplets of water falling on his lean body, lips red and bitten, eyes two dark pools of lust. And Jeongguk craves him, so bad.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” Taehyung says before chasing after Jeongguk’s lips.
Jeongguk moans when their mouths collide, when their tongues curl against one another in a hot, wet mess. They’re making out, here in the water, not caring if anyone can see them. They’re lost in their own world, in each other, too lost. The more Taehyung kisses him, the more Jeongguk feels himself harden in his swimming trunks.
Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist to hold onto something because he feels himself falling, deeper and deeper, and he needs an anchor, he needs Taehyung. He brings their bodies closer, if that’s even possible, and that’s when he feels Taehyung’s arousal against his thigh. He blushes, blotches of pink spreading on his cheeks, ears and neck. It’s so hot, knowing that him kissing Taehyung back is enough to have the man aroused.
Jeongguk slithers a thigh in between Taehyung’s legs and Taehyung starts to grind on it, making Jeongguk groan roughly.
“You little vixen,” Taehyung murmurs against his swollen lips, before letting his head fall at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
When Taehyung starts to lick his way onto his skin, Jeongguk loses it. A string of moans escape from his lips, his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of Taehyung’s hips, his body presses closer, closer, closer . He feels so hot all over, so desperate . Taehyung drives him crazy with his tongue as he laps at his throat, with his teeth as he nips at the burning flesh. Jeongguk doesn’t know what to do with himself. He takes it, takes it, because it’s Taehyung and he wants to please him, he wants it badly.
“Tae…” Jeongguk lets out in a broken moan when Taehyung sucks harshly on his skin, surely leaving a purple bruise in his wake.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Taehyung rasps, lips hovering over his canvas.
His . Jeongguk is all his, there’s no doubt in his mind about that. He belongs to Taehyung. He’s always belonged to Taehyung.
“Make me yours,” Jeongguk murmurs.
Taehyung’s head snaps up and his brown eyes dive into Jeongguk’s, deep.
“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks after a beat of silence, a long beat of silence, too long for Jeongguk who feared having messed everything up.
Jeongguk only nods.
“Words, angel baby.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I… I want you, Tae.”
“I want you too, bun.”
Taehyung pecks Jeongguk’s lips before taking his hand and bringing him out of the water. Once they reach the beach, he jumps on Jeongguk’s back and Jeongguk is quick to place his hands on Taehyung’s thighs to keep him from falling. The feeling of Taehyung’s skin under his palms is heavenly. He wants to touch him all over, to let his hands, his lips, roam over his body, from head to toe. Later , he thinks. Later he’ll be able to do just that.
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders and leaves fleeting kisses on his nape as they walk towards Jeongguk’s parents’ beach house. It makes Jeongguk’s toes curl in the sand. It makes Jeongguk’s breath turn shallower. It makes Jeongguk’s heart beat like crazy in the swell of his ribcage. He feels like he’s flying right now, high above the clouds, and a lovesick smile stamps itself on his face.
“You’re smiling,” Taehyung says, matter-of-factly, even if he can’t see him.
“I’m not.”
“You’re happy,” Taehyung continues, like Jeongguk didn’t lie through his teeth seconds ago.
Jeongguk can’t deny that he is, indeed, happy. How could he not, when the man of his dreams, the man he loves more than anything, is finally going to be his?
“I am,” he admits in a whisper and he feels Taehyung’s lips rest on his nape once again.
When they reach the towels they left behind them earlier, Taehyung slides down Jeongguk’s back and they dry themselves before going to the beach house. Once they’re inside, Taehyung takes Jeongguk’s hand in his and leads him to the closest bedroom. Which happens to be Jeongguk’s. With the rock band posters on the walls, the acoustic guitar sitting in a corner, and the dark sheets on the bed. They cuddled in that bed before, it’s not foreign to them, the closeness, but still, Jeongguk feels a lump in his throat when Taehyung cages him against the wall.
“You’re a sin,” Taehyung whispers in his ear before licking at the shell of it.
Jeongguk shudders. The proximity of their bodies, the feel of Taehyung’s hard cock against his crotch, the hot breath licking at his skin, it’s too much, and not enough at the same time. He wants more, more, more, always more .
“I’m going to make you mine, to make you scream my name,” Taehyung promises, voice low and seductive.
A shiver of anticipation licks at Jeongguk’s spine as Taehyung’s words leave his lips. He can’t wait, he absolutely can’t wait to be entirely Taehyung’s, to scream his name until his lungs give out. He can’t.
Taehyung leans in and captures his lips in a searing kiss. A deep, filthy moan drips from Jeongguk’s open mouth directly onto Taehyung’s lips. He loves the way Taehyung kisses him, with passion, with desperation, with a simmering need that ignites a fire deep within Jeongguk. Nobody has ever kissed him like that. Like they meant it. Like they couldn’t stop even if they wanted to. It sends Jeongguk’s heart into a frenzy.
Taehyung’s lips leave Jeongguk’s and find a home on his throat, where they lick, and nip, and suck. And as he adds new love bites to the ones he left before on Jeongguk’s neck, he slithers a hand into his swimming trunks and takes a hold of his cock.
A moan is ripped out of Jeongguk’s throat when Taehyung starts to stroke him, languidly, lazily, tantalizingly slowly. His skin is on fire, electricity zaps through him at every brush of Taehyung’s palm, of Taehyung’s fingers on his length. Pleasure crashes onto him in waves as Taehyung moves his hand up and down his shaft, occasionally letting his thumb play with Jeongguk’s slit.
“You’re so hard for me already,” Taehyung almost mewls.
“Only… Ngh … Only for you,” Jeongguk pants.
“Good boy,” Taehyung murmurs against his purple painted skin, before latching his mouth onto his neck again.
Jeongguk arches against the wall, chasing after Taehyung’s touch, after his lips. He’s leaking , so wet for Taehyung. He whines when Taehyung flicks his wrist in just the right way to make him see stars, whines when Taehyung sucks on his skin with no restraint, like he owns him. And he does.
Jeongguk grips at Taehyung’s hips, pretty sure he’s going to leave marks on the smooth, tanned skin, as Taehyung ravages him, as he makes his whole body shake with how good he’s jerking him off. It’s so good, to have Taehyung’s hand wrapped around his cock, so good, to have Taehyung’s mouth lathering his skin with kisses and purple bruises. So good .
“You’re so good, so perfect,” Taehyung praises, “Perfect for me.”
Jeongguk keens at the praise, a high-pitched moan escaping from his lips. Perfect . Yes, they’re perfect for each other, they fit, they’re meant to be each other’s, Jeongguk has known all along.
“Want… Want to make you feel good too,” Jeongguk stutters.
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Then take your trunks off and go lie on the bed,” Taehyung orders as he detaches himself from Jeongguk.
Jeongguk is quick to obey. He peels off his swimming trunks and gets on the bed, before lying down on it. The cool silky sheets do nothing to extinguish the fire that burns inside him when he feels Taehyung’s eyes on him, roaming over his body.
“You’re so sexy, angel baby,” Taehyung says, licking his lips, “And all mine.”
“All yours,” Jeongguk breathes out, flush spreading on his whole body under Taehyung’s intense stare.
Without breaking eye contact between them, Taehyung takes off his swimming trunks, and Jeongguk gasps once he sees the massive cock resting in between Taehyung’s legs, hard and so beautiful, so enticing.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk can’t help but curse, making a slow smirk appear on Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, he just walks to the bed like a predator on the verge of devouring its prey. And Jeongguk is mesmerized. By Taehyung’s confidence. By the way his body moves under the dimming lights. By the look on his face that tells how much he craves him too. He can’t take his eyes off of him, can’t calm the beating of his heart. Not when Taehyung comes into bed and hovers over him, forearms caging his head. Not when Taehyung leans in and kisses him fiercely. Not when their bodies collide beautifully and Jeongguk is left breathless.
“You feel so good underneath me,” Taehyung whispers in his deep voice that sends a tremor rocking through Jeongguk’s body.
It’s his place, Jeongguk knows it. Underneath Taehyung. With Taehyung. It’s his, and no one else’s. He feels good there, feels safe, even if he’s bare and vulnerable. He knows Taehyung won’t hurt him, knows Taehyung will take care of him, will worship him, just like he deserves to be worshipped. And he can’t wait.
Taehyung starts to grind his hips lazily against Jeongguk’s, making their cocks rub against one another, making Jeongguk bite onto his bottom lip, hard, to not let out the groan that threatens to spill from his mouth.
“Let me hear you, bun, “ Taehyung says as he frees Jeongguk’s bottom lip with his thumb.
And Jeongguk moans, loud and free, when Taehyung starts to kiss down his jaw, down his neck and onto his collarbones. He weaves his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, tugging at it lightly to bring him closer, making Taehyung groan, before wrapping his legs around Taehyung’s waist. He doesn’t want to let go of him, ever. He doesn’t want Taehyung to let go of him, ever.
“Want you so bad,” Jeongguk cries out when Taehyung sucks on his collarbone harshly.
Taehyung ruts his hips forward, making their cocks drag against each other, and it’s bliss, pure bliss. And Jeongguk’s dick twitches, pathetically, at every brush of their shafts, at every jerk of Taehyung’s hips against his.
“Please,” Jeongguk begs.
Jeongguk doesn’t know what he’s begging for, just knows that Taehyung has— is —the answer.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Taehyung orders as he moves away from Jeongguk.
Jeongguk turns around, placing his knees on the black, silky sheets that he bunches between his fingers, back arching as he lets his head fall forward.
“Shit!” Taehyung curses, hands coming to rest on Jeongguk’s ass, kneading the flesh.
Jeongguk whimpers when he feels Taehyung’s fingers dig into his soft skin, when he feels Taehyung’s hot breath on his hot flesh before a kiss is planted on his right asscheek.
“I can’t wait to be sheathed inside you,” Taehyung says and Jeongguk shivers at the thought, “But first, I’m going to eat you out. Do you have lube?”
“In my backpack.”
Jeongguk feels the bed move as Taehyung gets out of it. He hears him rummage through his backpack, before he comes back to the bed and throws a bottle of lube and a condom near him. Another shiver runs down his spine at what this means. Taehyung is going to fuck him, to claim him, to ruin him. And Jeongguk will take it like the good boy he is.
“Strawberry flavored?” Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk feels himself flush with a deep red.
“I like it sweet.”
“Hm. You already are the sweetest, but okay.”
Jeongguk feels Taehyung get in position behind him, feels his hands fall on his ass and spread his asscheeks apart, feels the air that he blows out on his hole, making it flutter. He’s already shaking from head to toe, feeling so exposed to Taehyung’s hungry eyes.
“Beautiful,” Taehyung murmurs before biting at his ass, making Jeongguk cry out his name, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Tae…” Jeongguk whines.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, he just licks a bold stripe from Jeongguk’s balls to his hole, and Jeongguk gasps. The feeling of Taehyung’s warm tongue on his flushed skin is almost too much—almost. Jeongguk closes his eyes as Taehyung starts to lap wetly at the cleft of his ass, at his puckered entrance. He sighs and whimpers, pushing his ass back into Taehyung’s face, wanting more, more, more .
Their sounds mix together, Taehyung’s slurping noises coalescing with the dirty moans escaping Jeongguk’s lips every time Taehyung’s tongue brushes against his sensitive hole. It’s downright filthy, the rhapsody they create, just the two of them. And Jeongguk loves it. Loves the groans and the grunts that Taehyung lets out against his hot flesh. Loves the way Taehyung sounds as he eats him out like he’s his last meal. It’s a melody he’s never going to forget.
Jeongguk’s knuckles turn white from how hard he bunches the sheets in between his fingers as Taehyung draws tight, firm circles over his rim. He feels himself falling into a headspace where there’s only Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung. And his wicked tongue. Tongue that prods at Jeongguk’s hole in a way that makes him whimper and moan, unashamedly.
Taehyung bites lightly at his puckered entrance, before licking at it slowly and it draws another gasp out of Jeongguk’s mouth. The sensation sends sparks right under Jeongguk’s skin, making it tingle.
“Your ass, fuck,” Taehyung curses, “I could eat you out for hours.”
Jeongguk whines when Taehyung dives right back in, pressing his tongue more firmly against his rim until it breaches Jeongguk’s hole. And as Taehyung’s fleshy muscle makes its way inside his velvety walls, Jeongguk can’t hold back the low moan that drips from his lips, nor the way his body shakes.
Taehyung licks at his walls eagerly, loosening him up, before starting to fuck him with his tongue. He pushes it in and out, in and out, in and out , like he would do with his cock, and it drives Jeongguk absolutely insane.
“Tae!”
Taehyung presses his tongue deeper inside, and Jeongguk loses his mind, all coherent thoughts dissipating. All he can think about is Taehyung, how good it feels to have his tongue inside him, how good it feels to be fucked by it, how good it will feel to be fucked by his cock later.
Jeongguk is dripping on the sheets, precum leaking in sticky drops from his aching cock. But he won’t touch himself. He doesn’t want to cum too fast, wants to cum on Taehyung’s cock.
“Need… ah … your fingers,” Jeongguk whispers, “Please.”
After one last lick to his hole, Taehyung withdraws his mouth from Jeongguk’s ass. Jeongguk whines at the loss, but anticipation builds up in his stomach as he thinks about the stretch, the burning pleasure that will settle deep in his body next.
“You’re so polite,” Taehyung marvels, “My good boy.”
“Yours.”
Taehyung takes the bottle of lube and Jeongguk hears him squirt some of the liquid onto his fingers. Then, he feels Taehyung’s hand on his left asscheek, spreading it wide, before a slicked digit starts toying with his rim, getting him even more wet than he is already from the tongue fucking. Jeongguk shudders at the feeling of Taehyung’s finger rubbing over the heated and furled skin of his hole, at the feeling of Taehyung’s finger pushing inside of him, knuckle after knuckle.
Jeongguk moans once Taehyung’s digit is fully inside, once it starts to move, in and out of him, opening him up slowly. Taehyung is so gentle, so careful with him, treating him like he’s made of glass, that it makes tears prickle at the corners of Jeongguk’s eyes. Nobody has ever treated him like this, like he’s something precious, something to treasure, to cherish.
“Swallowing me so well, bun,” Taehyung praises and a high-pitch moan escapes Jeongguk’s mouth, “How many can you take?”
“F-four,” Jeongguk stutters.
“Good.”
Taehyung lets Jeongguk get used to the feel of the first finger before adding another one, twisting them and scissoring. Jeongguk whimpers as he’s being spread open wide. He whimpers even louder when Taehyung starts to pepper kisses along his spine as he fucks him with his fingers. Everything is so tender, so soft, so perfect . Jeongguk’s heart threatens to leap out of his chest and go rest next to Taehyung’s.
“Tae… More.”
When Taehyung sinks a third finger inside him, Jeongguk is needy and trembling with tension. He feels like he doesn’t own his own body anymore, that he’s out of it, that he’s a puppet on a string threaded in between Taehyung’s fingers. Taehyung controls him, controls his every move, the way he groans, the way he moans, the way he begs for more.
Taehyung hits his prostate with every inward thrust of his fingers, massaging it before pulling his fingers out and diving right back in. Jeongguk sees white points behind his closed eyelids, like little twinkling stars and he knows, it’s due to the immeasurable pleasure he’s feeling right now. Taehyung is reducing him to a mess, a beautiful, moaning mess, who pushes his hips down and works himself on Taehyung’s fingers, chest heaving as Taehyung nails his prostate every single time.
“So fucking good,” Jeongguk says in between pants.
“Yeah? You like it?”
“L-love it,” he stutters, “Want more.”
Jeongguk knows that it’s going to burn, that it’s going to hurt, the fourth finger that Taehyung is going to push inside of him, but he doesn’t care. He wants it. He craves it. And when Taehyung gives it to him, he takes it with a shuddering breath.
“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung breathes out, leaving a fleeting kiss at the small of Jeongguk’s back, “Taking my fingers like you’re made for it.”
“I am,” Jeongguk whispers.
“Yes, you are, angel baby.”
Taehyung keeps on thrusting his fingers in and out of Jeongguk, keeps on stretching his walls wide open. And Jeongguk feels delirious. He’s babbling incoherent words at this point, words like “So good, go on, fuck me, yeah, just like that, here, right here”, the only thing which stands out is Taehyung’s name that falls from his lips like a prayer.
“I’m ready,” Jeongguk finally says, and Taehyung takes his fingers out of him.
Jeongguk can feel his hole fluttering, waiting to be filled again, waiting to be fucked again. He hears Taehyung tear the condom’s package open. He hears him hiss as he puts the rubber on his cock. He hears him sigh when a hand kneads his ass yet again.
“Fuck me,” Jeongguk murmurs.
“Beg for it,” Taehyung orders.
“Please, want your cock. Need it so bad. Need you inside. Need— argh !”
Taehyung cuts Jeongguk off by pressing the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s rim. Gasps spill from Jeongguk’s lips as Taehyung slowly slides forward, giving Jeongguk time to adjust to his girth. Jeongguk grits his teeth to not let out a pathetic whimper as he is being split open by Taehyung’s cock. The burn is delicious , and as Taehyung gives a small experimental roll of hips, Jeongguk sinfully undulates his ass in response.
“Fuck, Jeongguk.”
“Give it to me,” Jeongguk breathes out.
Taehyung groans, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside, before plunging back in, all the way. Jeongguk moans once Taehyung is fully sheathed inside him.
“Oh, shit!” Jeongguk exclaims, breathing through his nose, in and out.
Taehyung puts a hand on his hip and, with the back of the other one, caresses Jeongguk’s spine.
“You’re doing well, my love.”
Jeongguk’s muscles flutter, spasm and squeeze helplessly and he can hear Taehyung grunt every time his walls clench around his cock.
“Move. Please, move.”
Taehyung eases out slowly, dragging his cock until the tip, then slams back inside, fucking into Jeongguk hard. Jeongguk’s eyes roll back and his back arches at the sudden deep thrust that fills him to the very brim. He feels so full, so, so full. Taehyung’s cock is just perfect. It’s big, it’s hot, it’s heavy, it’s everything Jeongguk ever wanted to taste, to feel. And now that it’s inside of him, he doesn’t ever want to let it go. So, he swallows it deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until Taehyung’s balls are flush to the curve of his ass.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung curses, “You’re so tight.”
Taehyung starts to move his hips, thrusting in and out of Jeongguk, and Jeongguk’s forearms fall on the silky sheets, his head following. He grips at the sheets, hard, the rustling sound loud to his ears, almost as loud as his own moans. He’s wrecked, utterly wrecked, and they just began.
Jeongguk can’t stay there for too long though, because Taehyung weaves his fingers in his hair and grips tight, pushing his head back, making him arch his back. He has to put his hands behind him, to blindly search for something to hang on, that happens to be Taehyung’s thighs. And he lets himself be fucked into oblivion, like he dreamed of so many times before. It’s everything and more, so much more.
“Kiss me,” Taehyung orders.
Jeongguk turns his head to the side and, even if the angle is awkward, they manage to put their mouths on one another, and manage to breathe the other in. Their tongues collide out of their mouths, saliva dripping in between them, and it’s wet, and it’s messy, and it’s hot.
Taehyung’s hand falls on Jeongguk’s neck. It stays there, not squeezing or anything, just a reminder for Jeongguk to stay in position, the position that Taehyung chose for them. And Taehyung keeps on fucking into Jeongguk with unfettered fervor, with an indeniable want, and it makes Jeongguk’s heart race in his chest.
Jeongguk whimpers, high and pretty, his hole clenching tight, feeling his walls burning as Taehyung’s cock drags deliciously inside him. It’s so thick, so heavy, so hot , Jeongguk wishes there was no barrier between them, just so he could feel Taehyung entirely, just so he could be fucked raw, just so he could be filled with Taehyung’s cum. Just the thought of it makes his head spin and his eyes roll back.
Jeongguk grinds his ass to meet each slam of Taehyung’s hips, and Taehyung groans as he does. The filthy sounds he lets out, the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, fill the air around them as he lets his head fall on Taehyung’s shoulder. He feels Taehyung’s nose skimming over the column of his neck, tongue coming out to lave over the tanned skin there, and he shivers. Shivers even more when Taehyung bites at the flesh, leaving another mark behind him. Possessive.
“You feel so good, damn,” Taehyung whispers, voice sprinkled with lust, and love.
Jeongguk can only whine in response, his ability to form words has disappeared. He’s just a drooling mess, a mess who’s getting fucked into oblivion.
Taehyung puts two fingers into Jeongguk’s mouth, and Jeongguk starts to lick at them, to suck on them, to coat them with his saliva, just like he would have done with Taehyung’s cock. He can hear Taehyung grunt, the sound reverberating against his simmering skin, making goosebumps appear on it.
It’s all so sexy, the way they fuck, and Jeongguk just can’t get enough. Of Taehyung’s cock plunging in and out of him, of Taehyung’s mouth on him, of Taehyung’s groans and grunts and moans. He knows he’ll never get enough, and hopes that it’s the same for Taehyung, that, after him, there won’t be anyone else.
“Touch yourself,” Taehyung whispers in his ear, and Jeongguk is quick to put a hand on his forgotten cock.
Jeongguk lets out a sigh when his fingers wrap around his shaft and tug. A sigh that turns into a depraved moan when Taehyung’s cock sinks in deep again, plowing his prostate. His whole body tingles and shakes from pleasure, his mind blanks. There’s only him and Taehyung, just him and Taehyung and nothing else. Nothing else matters.
“You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Taehyung murmurs as his hand leaves Jeongguk’s mouth to come and rest on top of Jeongguk’s on his dick.
“ Your thing. I’m… ngh … I’m your thing.”
Taehyung groans at Jeongguk’s words and squeezes his hand, making Jeongguk cry out and leak profusely.
“So dirty,” Taehyung muses as he plays with Jeongguk’s cockhead.
Jeongguk is torn, torn between bouncing back on Taehyung’s cock, and rutting forward into their joint hands. His whole body glistens with sweat, his hair is matted to his forehead, raven curls falling into his eyes. But he doesn’t care. All he cares about is being good to Taehyung, so good that it will make him forget everything that is not him.
Taehyung keeps on pounding into his ass, keeps on aiming for his prostate at every thrust, keeps on stroking him, and Jeongguk sees stars all around him.
“I’m going to cum,” Jeongguk breathes out.
Taehyung slips out of him and takes his hand off of his cock, leaving Jeongguk whining.
“Lie on your back. I want to see you when you cum and scream my name,” Taehyung says.
Jeongguk moves on the bed until he’s lying on it, back against the silky black sheets. He looks up, only to find Taehyung’s predatory eyes already on him.
“Gorgeous,” Taehyung murmurs.
Jeongguk makes grabby hands at Taehyung and Taehyung laughs softly before letting himself fall on top of Jeongguk. Taehyung brackets Jeongguk’s head with his forearms and kisses him, nice, and deep, and slow. Jeongguk moans into the kiss, gripping at Taehyung’s hair, keeping him in place, close, close, close .
When Taehyung breaks the kiss, he moves to sit back on his heels and guides his cock back into Jeongguk’s hole with one hand, groaning as he slides in. Jeongguk puts his hands above his head, grabbing at the sheets tightly, back arched beautifully off the bed. Taehyung places a hand on Jeongguk’s hip and holds onto it as he starts fucking into Jeongguk once again.
With his free hand, Taehyung jerks Jeongguk off at the same rhythm that he pounds into him, driving him crazy. Jeongguk can’t help but moan, whimper, and snivel. It feels so good to have Taehyung’s cock buried deep inside of him, to have his hand wrapped around him and stroking him mercilessly. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, he’s already too close to the edge, ready to fall.
Taehyung builds up a pace, hips jerking and fucking into Jeongguk rhythmically. And Jeongguk screams, clawing at the sheets as Taehyung pistons into him, hips slapping against him at a brutal pace. Jeongguk tries to keep his eyes open, but he fails.
“Look at me,” Taehyung orders, “Just me.”
Jeongguk’s eyelids flutter open once more and he looks at Taehyung, at his lustful eyes, at his red, plump lips, caught in between his teeth, at his hair that bounces around his head with each one of his deep, harsh thrust. He’s so hot, it’s insane.
So lucky , Jeongguk thinks. He’s so lucky to be loved by Taehyung, to feel it in his bones, in every cell of his body, just like he does right now.
Jeongguk’s screams turn into sobs when Taehyung slams his hips against him, faster, harder. He drives deep into Jeongguk, carves his way into his very core and it leaves Jeongguk breathless.
“Tae…” Jeongguk pleads, feeling his orgasm creeping closer as Taehyung flicks his wrist around his cock just right .
“Cum for me.”
The three words, the three thrusts, the three strokes that follow, are all it takes for Jeongguk to cum, inking his stomach in white. He arches his back off bed, cranes his neck as he throws his head back, and lets out a scream of Taehyung’s name as his eyes roll back.
“Beautiful,” Taehyung rasps as he milks Jeongguk dry before letting go of his cock.
Jeongguk whines high in his throat when Taehyung rolls his hips and brings him into overstimulation. It hurts, but it hurts so good .
“Cum on me,” Jeongguk whispers brokenly.
Jeongguk hears Taehyung curse under his breath, before he pulls out of him and takes the condom off of his thick, hard cock. He moves slightly so that his shaft stands just above Jeongguk’s crotch and he starts to rub at his length.
Jeongguk is mesmerized by the sight of Taehyung jacking himself off in front of him. He watches the way Taehyung’s hand moves on his dick, watches the way Taehyung bites on his bottom lip, hard, the way his eyes impossibly darken the more he comes closer to the edge. It’s sexy, so sexy, to see Taehyung like that, lost in pleasure, lost in lust, lost in desire.
“Fuck,” Taehyung swears, “Fuck, shit!”
One last stroke and Taehyung cums all over Jeongguk. Jeongguk sighs, feeling content, feeling satiated. Having Taehyung’s cum on his skin makes him feel like he’s been claimed. He gathers the spunk that landed on his belly button, before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking on them. And he moans, unashamedly, at tasting Taehyung like that.
Taehyung groans as he looks at him, eyes dark and brimming with thirst still.
“You’re so sinful, angel baby.”
Jeongguk just smiles, taking his fingers out of his mouth with a loud pop, making a show of it for Taehyung.
“Like how you taste,” Jeongguk mewls, “Want to suck your cock and swallow every drop of your cum down my throat next time.”
“Next time, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung bends down and licks Jeongguk’s lips, before slithering his tongue inside his mouth. He kisses Jeongguk deeply, madly. He kisses Jeongguk and tastes himself on his tongue, moaning as their fleshy muscles brush against one another. He kisses Jeongguk and it’s perfect, just like everything else they did together.
“I love you,” Taehyung whispers against Jeongguk’s spit-slicked lips when they break apart.
“Love you more.”
Taehyung laughs softly, shaking his head, before pecking Jeongguk’s lips.
“Let’s go shower.”
“Together?” Jeongguk asks, almost shyly.
“Together,” Taehyung says as he leaves a fleeting kiss on the tip of Jeongguk’s nose.
Taehyung is the first to get out of bed, and he holds out his hand for Jeongguk to take, which he does. And it’s hand in hand that they go to the bathroom. Even if it’s just a few steps away from the bed, they need to touch the other, they need to feel the other. It’s too soon to be apart after what happened between them, after acknowledging all the feelings that were unveiled.
Under the hot stream of the shower, they share soft, tender kisses as they lather each other’s body in almond milk shower gel and coconut shampoo. Their hands are gentle as they roam over each other’s skin, and everything is so… fluffy between them. It makes Jeongguk’s heart swell in his chest. He loves taking care of Taehyung like that, having the right to. He loves discovering every curve, every dip of his body. He loves mapping him out with his fingertips, with his lips. He just… loves .
“Thank you,” Jeongguk utters as Taehyung kisses his shoulder.
“For what?”
“For loving me.”
Taehyung cups Jeongguk’s cheeks and looks at him, eyes full of love, full of adoration, and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat.
“You don’t have to thank me for that, bun. I love loving you,” Taehyung says, leaning in to brush his nose against Jeongguk’s, “And I’ll do it for as long as you’ll let me.”
“Forever then,” Jeongguk murmurs.
“Forever.”
They kiss once again, taking the time to breathe each other in, before getting out of the shower. They dry each other with big, fluffy towels, and put on some of Jeongguk’s clothes. It’s just sweatpants and hoodies, but seeing Taehyung in his clothes awakens something feral in Jeongguk, a darker kind of want.
They take a blanket with them and get out of the house, going to sit on the deck to watch the night fall. Jeongguk is in between Taehyung’s legs, back to his chest, with Taehyung’s arms wrapped securely around his waist and he feels so good there, safe and sound, loved and protected.
“You know, Jimin is going to freak out when we’ll tell him about us,” Taehyung whispers.
“Us?”
“Yes, you and me, bun. Us.”
“You want me? You really want me?”
“I want you more than anything.”
“As a boyfriend?”
“As a boyfriend,” Taehyung confirms, placing a soft kiss behind Jeongguk’s ear.
Jeongguk shivers at the light touch, and lets himself fall deeper into Taehyung’s embrace. It’s so warm, so comfortable in Taehyung’s arms, Jeongguk doesn’t want to move, ever.
“Jimin knows about my feelings for you.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen and his heart stutters at Taehyung’s confession.
“He does?”
“Yeah. He’s been kind of pushing me to confess to you for months now.”
“Really?”
"Really. He’s going to be over the moon to know that we’re together.”
Hearing that from Taehyung reassures Jeongguk. The last thing he wanted was to create problems between the two best friends and face his brother’s wrath. Because even if he’s tiny, he’s scary when he’s mad.
They let silence fall over them as they cuddle under the blanket, as they share tiny little kisses here and there, just to remind themselves that they can now. And it’s a dream come true, being there with the man he loves, knowing that he’s loved by him too. A dream he doesn’t want to wake up from.
“I’m happy,” Jeongguk murmurs.
Taehyung kisses his nape.
“I’m happy too.”
And as they watch the night slowly falling over the sea, as they watch the sun disappearing behind the horizon and the sky painting itself in purples, reds and oranges, Jeongguk feels at peace. He’s finally where he belongs, where he was meant to be all along. In Taehyung’s arms.