Taehyung likes weed. He doesn’t feel bad for admitting it, after all it’s better than liking heroine or meth and it’s safer than alcohol. It’s not like he smokes it every week. Plus, he’s an art student, so no one should really be surprised about it. Weed makes him more creative, more horny, and just a touch sleepier than usual, but then again, Taehyung is an art student, his sleeping pattern is fucked up anyway.
Choosing an art major meant he also had to come to terms with being broke all the time, at least for now, which is why he’s very particular about the people he shares his stash with. He used to give everyone a chance, but after a party he once threw, with Namjoon ranting at him about philosophy for three hours, Jin practically inhaling the whole contents of his fridge, and Hoseok… Well, being his own self, he decided to choose his weed-partners a bit more carefully.
Which is why he couldn’t help but groan, a freshly lit joint between his fingers, when he hears the quiet tapping on his front door. Jimin who was sprawled on the couch with his head hanging from the edge shoots him an amused look and grins.
“They’re like vultures.”
“More like police dogs, I just lit it,’ Taehyung grumbles, putting out the joint, leaving it for later, and standing up from the floor. He quickly opens the window and hurriedly sprays the room with an air-freshener.
“You’re not gonna fool anyone,” Jimin giggles at him, lazily waving his hands to get rid of the smell of pot.
‘Well, thanks for being super helpful,’ Taehyung rolls his eyes and walks up to the door, creaking it open. ‘Yes?’
‘Um, hi…’ The dark-haired guy looks at him with wide eyes, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. He’s good looking and Taehyung’s not used to seeing a lot of handsome strangers knocking on his door, so he tilts his head and squints at him.
‘Do I know you?’
‘Yeah, we have English classes together.’
‘Oh, right!’ Taehyung searches in his mind and finds some very hazy memories of a dark-haired boy doing every possible presentation and scoring perfect marks on each test, so he straightens his back and opens the door a little wider. The not-so-stranger peeks in and waves with a shy smile on his lips.
‘Hi, Jeongguk,’ Jimin waves back at him.
Taehyung spins around, looking at his friend with his eyebrows furrowed.
‘You know each other?’
‘I brought him to that party you threw two weeks ago? Seriously, Tae, maybe you should take a break from smoking.’
‘Sorry, I was too busy listening to Namjoon’s views on the theory of Forms,’ Taehyung turns back to Jeongguk, stepping aside to let him in. ‘He only stopped when I threatened to chain him to a cave, so he could experience it first hand.’
Jeongguk brushes past him and stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, still playing with his sleeves. He looks so lost and cute, Taehyung wants to wrap him up in a blanket and punch himself for not paying more attention in his English classes. Instead, he closes the door, clears his throat and asks:
‘How can we help you?’
‘I… I actually wanted to speak to you…’ Jeongguk says, shooting a quick glance at Jimin. The latter catches on incredibly fast, stands up, mumbling something about needing to study, and he’s out of the room in a heartbeat.
‘Okay, what did you want to talk about? If it’s about notes, I’m sorry to say…’
‘No, it’s… It’s about weed.’
Taehyung blinks a few times. He’s pretty sure his pothead radar was working just fine, and Jeongguk didn’t even beeped on it once. Then again, his friendship with Jimin, a nerdy student with nothing less than straight A’s, started when the latter asked him to hide his stash because his parents were visiting, so maybe his radar wasn’t that great after all.
‘Yeah, what about it?’ he asks, plopping down on the couch and gesturing for Jeongguk to do the same.
‘See, the thing is… I-I…’ he stammers, sitting down on the edge of the couch, rubbing his hands over his knees.
‘Spit it out,’ Taehyung says cheerfully, patting him on the back.
‘I’ve never smoked weed,’ Jeongguk finally manages to choke out. Taehyung raises his eyebrows at this, but his classmate is not done yet.
‘I’ve never smoked it and I kinda want to try it, just once, you know, and I remember you talking about it at the party, and I just thought… None of my friends know how to get it and I just thought I’d ask you, and...’
‘Okay, slow down,’ Taehyung holds up his hand and Jeongguk falls silent, biting down on his bottom lip. ‘What kind of people are you friends with? We’re in college, buying weed is easier than microwaving a pizza.’
‘Well, I mean…’
‘No, nevermind, I get it, it can be… Scary at first. Well, did you know you could ask Jimin?’
Jeongguk’s eyes widen as he opens his mouth in surprise, revealing the cutest bunny teeth Taehyung had ever seen.
‘Seriously?’ he asks, staring at Taehyung in disbelief.
‘Yeah, he often smokes with me.’
‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry for bothering you, I’m gonna go find him right now,’ Jeongguk moves to get up from the couch, but Taehyung catches his wrist, pulling him back.
‘Actually, I was planning on getting high now, do you wanna try it?’ he asks, pointing his thumb at the joint on the table. Jeongguk looks at it and nods his head slowly, awkwardly glancing back at Taehyung.
‘If you don’t mind.’
‘Cool,’ says Taehyung, standing up to grab a lighter and the joint. He puts it between his lips and flops down on the couch, before lighting it up. He takes a long drag, filling his lungs with sweet smoke, and exhaling slowly. Jeongguk watches him carefully, and Taehyung closes his eyes for a second; the first hit always making him slightly light-headed.
‘You’re not hungry, exhausted or hungover, right?’ he asks, opening his eyes again. Jeongguk shakes his head vigorously and Taehyung passes him the joint, watching him bring it up to his lips.
‘You have to kinda swallow it, but not really. It’s difficult to explain, just... Inhale it.’
Jeongguk nods again, and tries to do as instructed. Tries being the keyword, because suddenly he’s coughing so badly, Taehyung is almost afraid he’s gonna spit out a piece of his lung on his carpet.
‘Shit, are you okay?’ he asks, patting him on the back. Jeongguk wheezes, trying to catch his breath, and chokes out:
‘Fuck, sorry, I forgot to warn you,’ Taehyung hands him a glass of water and Jeongguk swallows all of it greedily, before trying to take a drag again. It goes almost as bad as the previous attempt, and suddenly an idea pops up in Taehyung’s mind.
‘I’m going to try something,’ he says, moving closer to Jeongguk and taking the joint from him. ‘Just don’t freak out, okay?’
Before Jeongguk has a chance to reply, Taehyung takes a big drag and holds the smoke in his lungs, gently grabbing the back of the dark-haired boy’s head with his hands, pulling him closer. Jeongguk gasps with surprise, and Taehyung takes the chance to slowly exhale into his mouth, their lips inches apart and their faces so close Taehyung could count Jeongguk’s eyelashes if he had enough time. He pulls back, watching the other boy exhale slowly, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s face and a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
‘See, it worked,’ Taehyung grins at him, pretending not to notice the way Jeongguk’s pupils dilated; from what? he wasn’t entirely sure.
He can feel the effects of those two hits already working their way up his body, his muscles no longer feeling tense, a pleasant, relaxed feeling overtaking them instead. His thoughts become lazy, and everything around him feels slightly slowed down; Taehyung loves this feeling, and he hums in content, stretching his long legs on the table.
‘This feels… Good,’ Jeongguk speaks up, his voice slightly raspy, and a tiny smile dancing on his lips. Taehyung turns his head to him and flashes him a wide grin.
‘It does, doesn’t it?’
They take turns, finishing the joint and chatting about music and their classmates, and Jeongguk finally gets comfortable, sprawling himself across the couch so that his head is practically in Taehyung’s lap. For a while they stay silent, each of them immersed in their own thoughts, until Jeongguk rubs his throat and says:
‘I’m kinda thirsty, is this normal?’
‘Yeah, I always get parched when I’m high, so I’m prepared,’ Taehyung reaches over to the table and grabs a bottle of water. ‘Here, drink this.’
He passes the bottle to Jeongguk and the dark-haired boy sits up, downing half of it in one gulp. He puts the bottle on the floor, lying down again with a happy sigh. Taehyung looks at him under his eyelashes, noticing a shiny droplet of water on his bottom lip. Without thinking, he reaches out and wipes it off with his thumb, and Jeongguk’s eyes fly open. Taehyung wants to apologize, but before he has a chance to say anything, Jeongguk pulls his head down, sitting up simultaneously, and crashes their lips together.
Taehyung freezes for a second, but then a warm feeling pools down in his abdomen, and he tangles his hands in Jeongguk’s hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Jeongguk’s lips are soft and still slightly wet from the water he drank. Taehyung wastes no time in gently biting down on his bottom lip, before Jeongguk licks into his mouth, tasting like weed, mint, and coffee.
Suddenly, Jeongguk pulls back, the warmth of his lips gone were as soon as it had appeared. Taehyung blinks in confusion, the other boy is staring at him with wide eyes, one hand clasped over his mouth in a child-like manner.
‘I-I have to go…’ he stammers out, jumping to his feet. ‘I’m sorry, I… I have to go.’
He almost stumbles over his own feet in his haste to run out of the door, leaving Taehyung shocked and ever so slightly turned on. His brain slowly starts to register what happened, and Taehyung has nothing else to do but to ask himself out loud:
‘What the fuck was that?’
‘So, I mean, what the fuck was that?’
Taehyung looks at his friend expectantly, shoving a cup of coffee into his hand. Jimin just shrugs and places the mug down on the table, reaching out for the sugar.
‘I have no idea. Maybe he didn’t feel so well? Maybe he has a boyfriend that he forgot about? Or maybe he’s more into handsome guys, like yours truly for example?’ Jimin pretends to take a bow, winking at Taehyung.
‘I hate you, you know that, right?’
‘You love me,’ Jimin snorts, taking a sip of his coffee.
‘Unfortunately, that’s true,’ Taehyung sighs heavily, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the table. ‘Well, he wasn’t in class today, so I don’t know what to make of it. Anyway, I downloaded that movie you wanted to see, do you wanna watch it now?’
Jimin’s just about to answer when there’s knocking on the door of Taehyung’s room and he sprints to it, opening it in a one, swift movement.
‘Hi, Jeongguk,’ he says, turning his head over his shoulder. ‘I know the drill, see you tomorrow!’
With that he practically drags Jeongguk in and walks out, slamming the door shut behind him. Jeongguk shoots an awkward glance at Taehyung and scratches the back of his neck, before speaking up in the direction of Taehyung’s carpet:
‘Listen, about yesterday…’ he starts, before falling silent.
Taehyung has no idea if he’s supposed to save him, saying something like ‘it’s okay, don’t worry about it’, but he’s not really in the mood for that, so he nods shortly, his eyes fixed on Jeongguk’s face.
‘About yesterday,’ Jeongguk repeats, finally finding the courage to look up at him. ‘I’m really sorry, I kinda panicked, and, well…I liked it, I liked all of it, I just… I thought you might get mad at me?’
‘And that’s why you ran out of my room as if someone had lit your ass on fire? Jeongguk, which part of me trying to shove my tongue down your throat made you come to that conclusion?’ Taehyung asks with amusement in his voice. ‘What, it’s true,’ he adds, when he notices the way Jeongguk’s eyes widen at his words.
‘Okay, well, I actually tried to talk to you for a long time now, because I… Well, I wanted to ask you out. On a date.’
Taehyung stares at him, opening and closing his mouth without making a single sound. Jeongguk’s cheeks are the cutest shade of pink now, and he’s playing with his sweater paws again. Taehyung has no idea how to handle it, so he says slowly, to make sure he heard right and this wasn’t just his wishful thinking:
‘You wanted to talk to me to ask me out?’
‘Yeah, I’ve been trying to catch your attention in our classes and I made Jimin take me to your party, but… It didn’t really work. Yesterday, when we got high, you looked so… I just had to kiss you.’
Taehyung takes a few deep breaths to stop himself from throwing himself at Jeongguk, and says in the calmest voice he can:
‘Oh. I see. That’s very nice.’
He mentally scowls at this amazing display of eloquence, but clearly it’s enough for Jeongguk, because his face lights up and he asks, more confidently this time:
‘So, will you go out with me?’
‘Yeah, I’d love to. I’ve been craving bubble tea lately, you want to get some?’
‘Sure,’ Jeongguk beams at him, turning to the door but when his hand is already hovering over the doorknob he hesitates, facing Taehyung again. ‘You know, that was my first kiss, I hope it was okay for you?’
Taehyung makes a strangled, high-pitched noise in the back of his throat and launches himself at Jeongguk, pushing him up against the door with a loud thud, and kissing him so hard, he’s sure he almost drew blood. When they part they’re both breathless, Taehyung has to take a few seconds to collect himself, leaning his forehead against Jeongguk’s shoulder, before asking in a strained voice:
‘Listen, bubble tea is great and all, but do you maybe want to get high again and make out a little?’
‘What’s your flavor?’
‘What?’ Taehyung moves slightly away to look at him. Jeongguk’s pupils are dilated, his mouth is swollen and red. God, he looks so beautiful Taehyung almost wants to drop to his knees right there, right now.
‘You mentioned you always get thirsty after smoking, I can ask my roommate to bring some over, so what’s your favourite flavor?’ Jeongguk asks, looking at him with hooded eyes.
Taehyung stares at him for a second, before grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the bed.
‘Listen, fuck, how do you feel about getting your first blowjob right now?’
‘I definitely won’t say no to that,’ Jeongguk manages to choke out before Taehyung leaves him speechless.