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“It feels like V melted his cock, turned it into a mic and then sang the verse.”
“Eargasm is what this music is.”
“Listening to V’s new album is not enough I need him to fuck me while singing the bridge in my ears.”
Yoongi places the phone away and chuckles, “The new album was received well it seems.” The older one casts a glance at the fellow producer who is busy with the drafts.
The corner of Taehyung's lips curl up in a faint smirk, scornful, “People seem to loathe our production house only to give us the highest streams once the album is out.”
Yoongi shakes his head, getting started on his own drafts that they promised to review, “That's how the world is, Taehyung-ah. They're double faced.”
The younger hums in agreement.
Taehyung had released new music a day prior, and the seven songs have taken the music market by storm. Everyone is talking about the beats, the lyrics, the vocals and the production of the songs.
“Refined music that represents our culture.” Taehyung almost huffed out a laugh this morning when he saw the article of NerWeb that's trending on #1.
The producer remembers an article a month ago that was quite the contrary of the headline he sees now.
“Producer V faces backlash after a singer reveals his experience in the studio.” He remembers rolling his eyes hard at the article and at the singer’s words who Taehyung and Yoongi had rejected because of the lack of depth in his voice.
No one is pure as the driven snow in this world that runs on corruption of the higher ups. Yet, it's Snooze Prod that faces most of the backlash in this country over some explicit vocals in the background.
The twenty four year old bobs his knees while waiting outside the recording studio.
“Tsk. Stop it. You're stressing me out as well.” Jimin places a hand on his knee, trying his best to not let his heart gobble up his entire ribcage.
Jeongguk gulps, throat feeling scratchy, “We made it through the interviews. We came so far, hyung. I don't want to return from here.”
Jimin pulls out a water bottle from his small backpack, knowing he'd need it, given how nervous Jeongguk gets. They've sat through endless interviews and auditions. A long string of rejections and broken pieces of the dreams they've conjured up over the years.
Jeongguk takes a sip of the water, trying to calm himself. They've never been so brave to apply at such a big music production. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.
They've been rejected by every small company that exists in Seoul. Hybe is too greedy for their own good so even if they end up getting recruited there, it wouldn't be as beneficial. As for Snooze Prod, despite his best efforts Jeongguk had mustered up a little hope. That maybe the two producers would see their potential? The potential that was ignored by all of Korea.
Jimin knows that if they're shown a red flag here then the two are just not meant to sing and they're wasting their time. Maybe they'll get a job, become corporate slaves and will have a story to tell about how they once wanted to become the sensation of Korea with their voices.
“Jeon Jeongguk and Park Jimin?”
The two singers perk up.
“You're set to go next.” The lady informs with a polite smile making the two break into cold sweat.
Jeongguk clasps his hands together and brings them to his forehead. He almost curls into himself, praying. Jimin too heaves out a deep breath, shutting his eyes for just a moment before he stands on his feet, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.
“We can do this. We've done this for almost three years. One more recording studio is nothing.”
Jeongguk breathed out through his nose, “Let's do it, hyung.”
Yoongi is always keen on searching for new talents in their country. He believes that the soil of their country births artistic people who get burdened and swallowed by the expectations of this capitalistic society. The more young talent they can bring out, the better.
However, Taehyung has no opinion on the matter. He has completely detached himself from the responsibility of judging young talents, calling it a waste of his time and passing on the burden on Yoongi's sturdy and welcoming shoulders.
Yoongi steps into the Control room, Kim Namjoon already in his seat, in the middle of a conversation with the two singers in the Live room. That's how he tests the microphones and headphones— believing a light hearted conversation often eases the nerves of the person in the room. It can feel stuffy sometimes.
“All set, Joon?” Yoongi puts on his headphones, turning the studio monitor towards himself. He looks at the two men behind the clear glass.
“All set.” Namjoon affirms.
Nervousness is apparent on their faces but it starts to melt when they get the cue and one of their voices fills Namjoon and Yoongi's headphones.
It was the taller one— Jeon Jeongguk as Yoongi peered at the name from the list placed before him. He has a soulful voice, one that enters your ears like honey and pours all over your nerves and bones in a sweet concoction.
Yoongi shuts his eyes and listens as the man's voice filters through the headphones— raw and unedited. He hums to himself. And then there is a different voice. The first verse melts into chorus and then comes the second verse.
Yoongi feels the voice all over himself, sweet and demanding but something doesn't feel right. He peels his eyes open and assesses the man rapping.
Park Jimin, a rapper. The producer leans back in the chair, listens to his rap and hums. It was edgy in the places it was supposed to be. Every syllable delivered perfectly.
And this is exactly what he tells the two, seeing the way their faces start to bloom with a hint of surprise and happiness.
“But,” Yoongi rubs his temple with his index, turning to look at the man who had rapped, “Are you a rapper?”
Jimin swallows, fingers fidgeting but he knows no one can see it from the split glass, “Yes.”
“Why? Is that where your passion lies?” Yoongi prods.
“I received training.” Jimin defends, already growing insecure of what he rapped and the slight mistake he made through it.
The producer shakes his head, “I'm not saying you aren't good. Your rap was flawless but my question is do you really like rapping?”
The young singer is confused. He never got asked a question like that. Jeongguk watches between Jimin and AgustD, sweat starting to form over his eyebrow.
“I…” The singer stutters, “I was only ever taught how to rap.”
Yoongi sucks his teeth, “That's a waste of such a sweet vocal. You have potential as a rapper but with that sinful voice singing trust me you'd make the GP swoon.”
Words get stuck in Jimin's throat. Yoongi turns to Jeongguk, a smile already blooming on his lips, “And you little Nightingale, are you ready to join Snooze Prod as a singer?” With him Yoongi doesn’t beat around the bush, knowing that it was apparent to everyone present in the studio that Jeongguk is going to stay.
Jeongguk feels the tiled floor shift under his feet, tears blurring his vision, “W-what?”
“Your vocals are exactly what we need. Your voice has the potential to sing the notes people can only dream of. What do you say, Joon?”
Namjoon nods, “Absolutely. Such a sweet voice. You have that depth we look for.” Yoongi rolls his chair towards him, putting away their headphones.
While the moment demands Jeongguk's joyous gratitude, he stays rooted to his place, looking at his friend who stands with his head hanging. Jimin blinks back the tears and turns to face the younger.
“You did it, Ggukie.” Jimin grabs the younger man by his shoulders, a proud smile on his lips.
Jeongguk shakes his head, “Not without you, hyung. If you aren't going to make it here, I'm not going in either.”
“Don't be stupid, Jeongguk.” Jimin chastises, “We both know we need this job more than anything.”
“But hyung-”
Yoongi shifts away from Namjoon and looks directly at the shorter man, “Jimin, would you come out for a bit?”
Jeongguk immediately starts pushing Jimin towards the door, hoping that whatever Yoongi is going to say bears good news or something positive that they could take with them. One thing is for sure, no matter what, Jeongguk is not going to be a singer alone. They have been struggling together for years, it would feel devilish if he only thinks about himself now.
“Have you ever considered singing?” Jimin looks at the producer with his eyebrows raised, not quite expecting it. Yoongi looks at the singer and the way his eyes shake, “Did no one ever tell you that your voice is more suitable for singing?”
“Are you saying rap doesn’t suit my voice?”
The producer shakes his head, amused, “No but that’s something I’m trying to tell you. You have such an ethereal and high-pitched tenor and rap isn’t bringing out that quality of it. I’m sure even you don’t know what you can do with your voice, Jimin.” Yoongi stands a considerable distance from the rookee singer, “You have a kind of voice that bridges the gap between sweet and melancholic. We’ll be losing potential by making you rap.”
By now the rookee singer’s brain is a mess. Suddenly everything that he was taught became wrong. All those late night rap practices are turning to dust before him. Yoongi, however, unaware of the inner turmoil continues, rubbing a pad of his index over his chin.
“I would like to offer you something.”
“What is that?”
“Give our trainers a week. They will give you vocal training and after that it’s up to you to stay or leave the production.”
The younger gulps, “You’re… you’re hiring me?”
The producer frowns, “It would be such a loss not to.”
“Oh my goodness.” Jimin has the urge to run back to the Live room and tell Jeongguk who must be worried for him, “My friend and I are going to work here? At Snooze?”
Yoongi lifts a corner of his lip, a small smile, “You two must be really good friends. So, what about the offer? Would you like to think it through?”
“As long as we aren’t exploited, we won’t back down from new experiences.”
This time when Yoongi smiles, it’s more like a smirk, eyes crinkling, “I assure you Snooze is abundant with new experiences.” With that the producer walks down the hall, not entering the Control room again.
Jimin rushes to let Jeongguk know. Finally, their hard work is paying off.
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“You’ll love the nightingale that graced our Live room today. Such beautiful vocals.” Yoongi tells over lunch to Taehyung who is busy grilling the meat for them. Taehyung hums, “Is that so, hyung?”
Yoongi hums, “And the other little one too. Both of them have beautiful vocals but one of them was wasting the potential over rap.”
“Huh?”
Yoongi tells everything that happened in the recording room, tempting Taehyung to listen to the recording on his own.
Recording rooms of Snooze are a place where masterpieces are created— or so fans have said. The two producers believe in authentic experiences, rawness of the vocals and the feelings that you pour into them. Singing is not just about being able to hit high notes, it’s about feeling and making the listener feel everything you did.
Which is also a reason why Snooze has enough haters and stalkers.
The vocals Taehyung is always praised for, the instrumental with nothing but background vocals are something that takes him the longest to record. Authentic pleasurable sounds, deep throated moans and groans that makes his music even more appealing to the general public. And how are they produced? Just as authentically.
Sometimes it’s a particular vision and sometimes his hand just travels between his legs when his lips are a thread away from the microphone filter. Either way, those sounds enhance the quality of his music. According to some, he’s ruining the art by bringing such lewd pleasure into it but according to him the body is art in itself and an instrument that makes the perfect sounds when strummed the right way.
Not everyone can be his background vocalist though, they have to work for a year under him to gain that spot in his recording room. It might surprise his co-producer who knows this all too well when Taehyung summoned Jeongguk into the recording studio the very day he joined.
The younger man’s hands shake only a little when he enters the studio and sees his idol sitting in the chair, headphones on his head. Jeongguk gulps and greets the older with a bow. Taehyung hums, “Are you ready?” The rookee singer bobs his head, stepping inside the Live room from another door.
Taehyung plays the beats, instructing the singer of what he needs while Jeongguk is busy going through the lyrics. Once ready Jeongguk gives him a thumbs-up and they start.
He really does have a soulful voice, warm and honey-like. Taehyung’s mind buzzes with the possibilities of what he can do with a voice with such a texture.
The producer clicks his tongue, pausing the beats, “More stress on the last part, Jeongguk. You can do it.”
They re-start and somehow always pause at that one point. After a fifteenth try, Jeongguk grows irritable, “You need to tell me what you need instead of saying just to stress, sir. What kind of stress and where?”
Taehyung looks at the man through the split glass before summoning him to the control room with a flick of his wrist inwards. Jeongguk obliges and sits down on the sofa at the back but Taehyung pats the swivel chair next to him.
“Have some water. I’ll play a demo version for you. Listen carefully because I am sure you can easily outdo her.” He calmly tells him.
A new voice fills their ears— a woman’s. Taehyung bobs his head along with her singing while Jeongguk grows redder in the face, bottle still in his hand to drink from. He doesn’t gasp until the singing stops and the background vocals are audible, unmasked and raw. Seems like they are yet to be edited with the main vocals.
Jeongguk waits till the song ends, heart profusely beating in his throat when he takes the headphones off.
“Sir, these voices…” He trails off, looking at the producer who mirrors his action and turns to look at the rookee singer instead. Taehyung hums, “I want this from you. You have a breathy texture of voice, grounded and airy, you’d make this song even more sensual.”
“But, sir, I don’t know… these voices are m-mature.” The singer cringes when his voice breaks. The producer peers at him, “Aren’t you mature? I guess you’re old enough to know this stuff?”
Jeongguk has heard a lot about Snooze and how they produce hidden vocals often heard in their songs. There have been nights where Jeongguk sat up after hearing a very suggestive note, something that curled his belly. The reason he is a fan of V is that the producer makes him feel things with his music that he has never felt before.
“I am.” Jeongguk defends when he hears a thread of doubt in Taehyung’s voice, “But, I don’t know how to make these sounds or if I’ll be able to.”
“Of course you can. Everyone can but it takes an artist to make it sound sexy and appealing.”
Jeongguk averts his gaze, cheeks not cooling down. He needs this job, he wants to work alongside V but now he isn’t so sure if he’ll be able to. How is he supposed to make such sounds? How will he stand in the Live room and make those sounds?
“I can give you a tip.” Taehyung starts, reading confusion written all over his face, “Think of something erotic, something you enjoy and those sounds will flow out. An even better tip is to touch yourself.”
“Sir,” Jeongguk stands up, abruptly, voice loud enough to cut Taehyung off, “I– Can I take a small break?”
The producer casts a look at his wrist watch, “Sure. Be here in ten.” Jeongguk manages to nod before rushing out of the room to breathe some fresh air. Taehyung shakes his head after him, knowing he’ll have to stick with his previous background vocalist. But, neither of them would be able to do justice to what Taehyung had in mind for his upcoming song, only Jeongguk can.
A voice like Jeongguk’s would make people swoon— angelic and airy but turning to erotic and breathy with just the right notes.
When after ten minutes Jeongguk returns, he is calmer and heads straight to the Live room, wearing his headphones he looks at the producer through the clear glass.
“Sir, could you please tell me where you need me to add those voices?”
A corner of Taehyung’s mouth lifts, impressed with the question.
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Jeongguk flops down on the mattress, Jimin stretched out like a starfish on one side of it.
“Why did you flop like that?” Jimin questions, voice barely above a whisper, not having enough energy to even look at his best friend.
The two got a small apartment to share near Snooze Prod. It’s walking distance and made the commute easier for the best friends.
“Why are you stretched like that?” Jeongguk counters, his own voice a whisper.
Jimin sighs and shuts his eyes, “Yoongi is devilish.”
“Taehyung is no better.” Jeongguk groans, “What did Yoongi do?”
“Made me sing the same lines for three hours. The vocal training is tiring me more than I thought it would.” The older man rubs his hands on his face, “What did Taehyung do?”
“Made me moan for hours.”
At that Jimin springs up on the mattress, a knit between his eyebrows as he looks at his best friend while the said best friend peers at him, knowing exactly what he thought.
“Not like that, hyung.”
“What other ways are there to moan?”
Jeongguk mirrors him and sits up too, heat crawling on his cheeks at the mere memory and the blush just makes the older squint his eyes at him.
“We all know about the infamous background vocals, don’t we?” He starts, “Well, today I might have participated in recording one.”
Jimin huffs out an amused chuckle, “It is true then, hun? He touches himself in the recording studio. He really melts his cock to record songs. Who would have thought?” Jimin chortles.
The younger could just shrug, running his hands in his hair to have something to do with them so he doesn’t appear as shy as he feels, “I didn’t even know what sounds I was supposed to make until he played a demo version and that singer was quite good but Taehyung insisted that I could do better. I had to prove myself so I did what he asked me to.”
That piques Jimin’s interest. He has known Jeongguk since the younger was literally twelve, he knows all about Jeongguk’s failed proposals and dates he left midway. It was so unlike Jeongguk to take up the task, knowing the younger is a shy bean.
“Did he like… asked you to touch yourself? Aw, poor baby you wouldn’t even know how to.” The older man holds off his giggles, a teasing lilt apparent in his voice.
Jeongguk glares at his hyung, red-cheeked, “I am not that out of touch with things. I know how it is done.”
“But, you’ve never tried it.”
“I never had a reason to.”
“Darling, you don’t need reasons to touch yourself. But, now that you are with the literal god of sex, I am sure you’ll improve.”
Jeongguk sputters, “God of what?”
“Sex.” Jimin licks his lips, enjoying Jeongguk’s reactions a bit much, “That’s one of the nicknames his fans have given him. You didn’t know? I thought you followed him closely?”
“Not that closely. I just studied his songs a bit, tried singing them.” And maybe paid a little too close of an attention to the instrumental and hearing the producer moan and groan in his ears.
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Next time Taehyung is in the recording studio with Jeongguk on the other side of the split glass, he notices the slight confidence in his irises which fades when a woman enters the Live room. Taehyung tells the younger one to come sit in the Control room.
“We are recording some demo versions. I thought you should be here while the recording proceeds so you know what I am looking for from you.” The producer explains.
Following his conversation with Jimin last night he came to know that the two producers and their way of working are different. Yoongi isn’t as freaky as Taehyung but he sure has his own ways and methods in the recording room to make sure the album he produces is the best one.
Jeongguk takes the swivel chair next to Taehyung and puts on the headphones. The singer is experienced and beautiful. Jeongguk observes her form and the way her demeanor changes the moment music flows in her headphones. She seems alluring behind the microphone, her skin glowing and vocals perfect.
The rookee singer notices the way her voice is just the right amount of sultry. She doesn’t overdo it. She knows when to stop and how to use her voice like a tool by moulding it into something that would arouse the listener.
It just takes her one take to sing the entire song without Taehyung telling her to stop or sing a particular part again. She might know exactly what Taehyung needs and what the lyrics demand.
“Great, Miso. Can we get some raw background vocals now?”
“Sure, Tae.”
Her rather chirpy voice drops lower and breathier. Jeongguk’s heart picks up pace. He casts a look at the producer whose eyes are stuck on the monitor, head bobbing slightly. He is least concerned about how these voices are being produced.
Taehyung focuses on just the sounds, the intensity and not how they are made. When he watches it happen, Jeongguk feels like there is nothing to be shy about if the producer isn’t even going to pay attention to him. He just has to pretend it’s him alone in the recording room and moan into the microphone.
Once the recording ends Jeongguk feels like he can do it.
Only, he can’t.
Taehyung is right next to him in the Live room. It’s late at night and Jeongguk had insisted he’ll go home after practising his vocals. Taehyung was headed home as well but saw the poor boy struggle so as his mentor he had to help the boy.
The producer guides Jeongguk with a slightly intense part of the vocal. His voice needed to be airy in the start and breathy by the end. Jeongguk was struggling to get it right.
“Sir?”
The producer hums in question, going over the lyrics once more.
“Can you tell me how one can sing while touching themselves?”
It has been two weeks of Jeongguk learning from Taehyung, singing like a beautiful nightingale at Taehyung’s command and tonight was the first time the younger had asked this. The elder flicks his eyes to him.
“Where are you the most sensitive?” Taehyung counters which makes the younger clamp his mouth shut, feeling warmth all over his body. Taehyung waits for an answer that never comes, which tempts him to make an assumption, “You don’t know?”
Silence again. Taehyung dares make another assumption, this time his voice is quieter, “You never had the chance to find out?” His voice is unsure but something in his heart tells him that he is headed on the right path.
Jeongguk nibbles onto his bottom lip. Taehyung sucks his teeth.
“Whenever I get asked this question I always tell them to feel themselves up, touch their most sensitive part. There has been no one yet who didn’t know where they are sensitive.”
Too embarrassed by his own inexperience and wanting to not look pathetic in front of Taehyung, in front of V who is a globally famous producer and singer, Jeongguk blurts out something which makes him freeze.
Taehyung’s eyebrows rise only a little at Jeongguk’s words.
“Help me find out, sir.” It was not a question, not a command but a meek request made in order to veil his embarrassment.
Jeongguk slaps his hand on his mouth, round eyes going comically wide and startled. After a moment’s pause, Taehyung lets out a small huff, “So with vocal lessons I am also supposed to give you sex education?”
The live room feels stuffy all of a sudden, Jeongguk shakes his head at his words, just wanting to go home. Taehyung sighs, looks at his wrist watch and points towards the control room. Wordlessly, Jeongguk walks out and settles on the sofa while Taehyung takes the swivel chair.
“Are you a virgin?” Taehyung asks, turning to face the younger. The recording room was dark, save for the light coming from the live room through the split glass. Jeongguk swallows thickly, “Yes.”
“What kind?”
“There are kinds of virgins…?” Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up.
The elder pushes the tip of his tongue against the wall of his cheek, eyes fixated on the rookee singer, “Did you ever make-out with anyone? Girl or boy? Had someone’s hands in your pants? Ever watched the videos you shouldn’t be watching at night and felt your cock get hard?”
Jeongguk bites onto his tongue, averting his gaze, “No.”
“To which part?”
Another pause. Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
“All of them.”
“Are you sheltered?”
Jeongguk has it in himself to take offense to that, “No.” He denies at the speed of lightning, “I never had time to spare for this. First my studies occupied every hour of the week and then the struggle of years which brought me here.”
Something twists in Taehyung’s chest. He has never seen a boy as innocent as the one sitting before him. He flicks his head and pushes his chair back, ready to exit the room, “I am just going to corrupt your innocence by keeping you here. You may go home, Jeongguk and let’s keep the practice limited to main vocals, no background vocal practice from now onwards.”
Taehyung knows himself, knows that he is the farthest thing from being innocent so having such a naive boy in his studio at night wouldn’t lead to anything good. It would be a torture to do so.
However, Jeongguk grabs his wrist at once, holding him back from going anywhere, “I am here for experience. I am willing. Teach me.”
The producer sucks his teeth, “Jeongguk, this is not something I should be teaching. This is an experience you should have on your own at your own pace. No matter how much people slander my name at the end of the day I have never forced anyone for anything in my studios. I never took anyone from here to my bed.”
“I want to be a good singer. I want to sing for you. I promise I’ll be good, sir. Please?” Jeongguk looks up at him with such round and glassy eyes, rosy lips parted and his fingers around Taehyung’s wrist soft. The elder groans, “Jeongguk, go home.” There’s an edge in his voice, as if he is holding back.
But Jeongguk doesn’t budge, he doesn’t take his hand off from Taehyung's wrist, clearly testing his patience and how long until the producer breaks.
Taehyung might have preferences and it isn’t helping his case that his preferences are laid perfectly in this boy who joined the company no less than two weeks ago.
The joy Taehyung has always found in corrupting innocence thrums in his veins. At clubs, Taehyung always went for the shy and quiet ones. The adrenaline of touching someone who would flinch yet wouldn’t pull away from the experience has always been a thing that turned the producer on.
Innocent face, soft features, big and curious eyes— god must be testing his restraints right now by sending Jeongguk to him.
In his thirty four years of life and eighteen years of experience as a producer Taehyung never touched anyone suggestively in his studio. Himself? Plenty of times. But never another person.
“Sir?”
A low growl and the producer is flopping down on his swivel chair, jerking his hand away. A gasp rumbles off his chest when Taehyung nudges the tip of his shoe on the insides of his legs, pushing them apart.
“Taehyung Sir?” Jeongguk is pliant, he parts his legs as if he doesn’t know how to resist. Confusion is written all over his face yet he doesn’t move away or stop Taehyung. It fucks Taehyung up.
The producer glowers at him, “Shut it.” The sole of his Celine calfskin loafers finds a place to halt between Jeongguk’s thighs, making the man’s eyes widen at him.
Taehyung leans back in the swivel chair, foot pressing on Jeongguk’s cock, “Aren’t you so desperate for such an experience? I’ll make sure you get it all now.” He rubs the sole on the soft bulge, keeping a firm eye contact with the younger.
Jeongguk is ten years younger than him and the knowledge only makes the elder grimace but also turns him on.
The younger sits frozen in his spot, hands on his sides, wanting to clutch the sofa but holding off while his round, curious and now a little bashful eyes look back at Taehyung. The producer feels like a tiger who is out to hunt a bunny.
Taehyung's foot presses harder making Jeongguk wriggle a little in his spot.
“So desperate like a little slut, begging to be touched like this.” The elder shakes his head, “Did you consider the difference between our age before you made such a request, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk gulps, eyebrows furrowing, “I just wanted to be good enough for you.” He means as a singer, Taehyung knows he wants to be good as a singer but fuck if it doesn't make his stomach cave.
The producer curses and presses down harder, feeling Jeongguk's cock stiffen up. The boy’s cheeks grow pink, ears an angry shade of red and the blush cascades down his neck. He watches his reactions, watches how he bites down on his bottom lip when Taehyung rubs his foot on his crotch.
“Make those damned sounds. The ones you were so desperate to get right in the Live room. Make them now.” He demands.
Jeongguk pushes his lip out, round eyes looking at the elder, “Will I get them correct now?” A soft moan follows his words, a knit between his eyebrows. The voice rips out of his throat involuntarily, not being able to hold it off. It sounds gentle but breathy.
The recording room falls in a hush, Taehyung's foot moves on Jeongguk's crotch and the younger squirms due to the pressure, discovering that he loves the friction and the thrill this whole ordeal is bringing.
He hadn't known how blissful it is to be stimulated like this. Did he waste his years without knowing how it feels to be touched on his most private parts?
Taehyung pulls his foot away just when the pace is right, Jeongguk was starting to lose himself in the rhythm and the adrenaline. Jeongguk groans.
“Touch yourself.” He commands, pushing himself back on the chair, settling on just watching.
Hesitantly, Jeongguk brings his palm between his thighs and presses down on the imprint of his cock. Taehyung's eyes follow his movements closely.
Jeongguk seems unsure but he remembers the way Taehyung's foot drawled all over his cock, rubbed and made circles so he did just that with his hands, slowly finding the rhythm.
Soft and breathy moans fill the studio. Some of the noises that Jeongguk makes are more like a shrill yelp but Taehyung believes he'll hear himself and remember.
Jeongguk's lips are bitten red, cheeks flushed and neck flossy. Taehyung wants to bite and feast on the younger but he doesn't, he knows he can't and shouldn't. The twenty four year old is a sight to behold in this situation— vulnerable and dainty. If he was a predator he would have sunken his fangs right in his confused, little prey.
“Press down harder.” Taehyung’s fists tightens, jaw ticking.
“C-can't. It feels too tight, the pressure's not enough. M-more. I wan’ more.” Jeongguk cries out, throwing his head back, “My lower belly feels weird.”
The elder clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, his own boxers tightening, “Release.”
“I don't know how to.” He groans, “My arm hurts. I can't.” And he pulls his hand away, leaning all the way into the couch, chest heaving as if he ran a lap around the building.
“Useless. Utterly useless.” Taehyung situates his foot on his hard cock, “Can't even make yourself cum. Is that how useless you are?”
“That's so mean. Ah fuck. P-press harder, sir, please.” Taehyung's cock twitches at that. Jeongguk’s cock pulsating under the sole of his loafer.
“Shit.” He curses, not impressed with something that impressed his cock.
A little more pressure. One rub here and the other there. Jeongguk moans out a series of curse words, sighing and groaning when he comes undone in his pants. Taehyung doesn't let him ride it all out, pulls his foot away and stands on his two feet, ignoring the very obvious tent in his pants.
“I need authentic vocals from you tomorrow, Jeongguk. If you miss, you're out of the background vocals team.”
Jeongguk manages a breathy ‘yes, sir’ making the producer grunt before he barges out of the recording studio.
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The beats are steady and slightly unconventional, Jeongguk hums the adlibs after the beats like they are punctuated in the sheet in his hands.
Taehyung's eyes are on him instead of the laptop, dark, scrutinizing gaze pinned on the younger who gives his all in the studio, eyes shut and drowning himself in the beats. Taehyung watches as Jeongguk’s lips fall open around a moan, his eyes dazed as he curls his own hand around his throat, going cross-eyed while letting out a series of broken moans and groans into the microphone.
The producer gulps, not being able to tear his eyes off of Jeongguk.
“Is it good enough to make me stay on the team?” Jeongguk asks once he steps inside the Control room. Taehyung at once feels how the man's confidence has shot up after last night.
Taehyung just flicks his head and taps a few keys on the board, “Better.”
There is no denying that Jeongguk has opened up a lot in the span of three weeks— opened up enough to shut his eyes in the recording room and let his raw and live vocals get recorded.
Taehyung has felt that shift more prominently when one evening Jeongguk looked at him through the split glass before recording and confessed shyly, “I think my nipples are my sensitive spot.”
The producer is not at all curious how the younger must have reached that conclusion and if he reached it then what was the need of letting him know but here they are. Taehyung doesn’t know what he is supposed to do with this piece of information.
During the recording, not only did Jeongguk deliver flawless background vocals to be used as demo, he also squirmed on the high stool he was sitting on while recording, he also cupped his chest while letting out an especially breathy moan that Taehyung heard through the headphones loud and clear, the sound going straight to his dick and that traitor of a thing twitched.
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Along with training Jeongguk, Taehyung have been diligently working on this one song he is meaning to release in two months.
He has the lyrics written by his lyricist friend, Namjoon. He has the vocals prepared for it, everything is set. All he has to do is step in the studio and do his magic.
But, there's a slight problem.
“What will the title be?”
Taehyung shrugs, “I have no idea. I just love the lyrics too much. I don't care if I have to name it Track No. 29 or something.”
Yoongi cackles at that, looking at the sheet once again. Jimin peers over his shoulder as he enters the studio, a very considerable distance away but he sneaks a peek anyway.
“Jimin, I know you are snooping again.” Yoongi grunts but it lacks the bite. Jimin rolls his eyes and shuffles inside the studio, his friend following closely.
Taehyung steps in Jeongguk's way before he makes his way to the Live room. Jeongguk feels all too giddy to be able to witness Taehyung's magic in the recording room.
Yoongi is in front of the monitor, a few more staff members littered across the Control room.
Jeongguk insists on having headphones and once he gets to have them, he smiles the biggest.
The beats are fired up— energy, ambition, confidence all of it oozing out. Jeongguk bobs his head along, “That's fire!” He comments and Yoongi's ears perk up at once. He jots something down on the sheet of lyrics.
Taehyung’s grunts and groans fill his ears, making Jeongguk pause at once. He looks at the elder through the split glass and his face is twisted up.
The producer hisses into the mic as an adlib. Jeongguk feels those voices seep through his skin and settle somewhere under his nerves.
Once the segment is completed, Taehyung pauses, looking at Yoongi and Namjoon for their approval. While Yoongi sits motionless, Namjoon shakes his head.
“Perfect but something didn't add up here, Taehyung-ah.”
The producer too tilts his head, wondering what it would be. Jeongguk clears his throat, “If you allow me, sir.”
Taehyung nods at him. Jeongguk pulls the headphones off and looks at the elder, “In the first part the adlibs aren't in sync with the upbeat music. Do it a bit faster. Heavier, like how you would after an intense makeout.”
The Control room falls silent. It gets so quiet that Jeongguk has to look around to make sure that he isn't alone.
It's Yoongi who breaks the silence by sucking his teeth, a slow smirk lifting the corner of his lips, “What have you done to the nightingale’s innocence, V?”
Jimin joins in, nudging the younger, “Is this what you have been watching at night under your blanket?” He pretends to whisper but his voice is audible to all in the studio.
“Don't blow out my business like this, oh my god, Jimin!” Jeongguk huffs, wanting to pull his best friend in a headlock.
Ignoring it all, Taehyung tells them that they'll be going from the top. This time when he grunts and hisses, it's perfectly synchronised with the beats.
“Fire Your Ass. FYA.” Yoongi proudly informs, “The title of your song.”
Taehyung hums, impressed, a bottle of water in his hand, “Where did you get the idea from?”
Yoongi juts his chin towards the rookee singer training under Taehyung, “Our nightingale. He kept saying how fire this song is.”
Taehyung cocks a brow at him, “Do you think so?”
“Yes. Your vocals are to die for.”
“Are you sure you aren't exaggerating?”
“Why would I exaggerate? What do I gain by buttering you up, sir?”
Taehyung tilts his head, his earlier comment still fresh in his mind, not to forget the follow up information provided by Jimin.
“Experience. No?” The huskiness in Taehyung’s voice suggests he means more than the vocal experience.
Jeongguk flushes and whispers, “It was just once.”
“Yeah. Just once.” Taehyung hates to admit that it won't happen again. He will never have Jeongguk be so vulnerable before him. He regrets walking out of the studio that night but also thinks it was a wise choice.
If it was just once then why does Taehyung isn’t able to take his eyes off Jeongguk everytime the man is in the Live room, recording a song or a demo for him?
Taehyung has always minded his business, focused on the monitor rather than the singer as he always had his team to fixate on the singer in the room, but with Jeongguk he can’t seem to offer that task to anyone else but himself.
Taehyung watches as Jeongguk hits the high notes like they are nothing, his breaths and little breathy adlibs are clearly audible through the headphones and Taehyung wonders what more sounds the younger can make. Suddenly reminded of the other day and the piece of information. He can’t seem to rid himself of it no matter how much he tries.
“So what have you been watching at night under the blanket, Jeongguk?” The producer asks once Jeongguk enters the control room— Taehyung gives him a signal to come over since he was satisfied with the chunk they recorded. The other team members stepped out for a break leaving only the two in the room.
Jeongguk’s breath hitches at the suddenness of this question. He had been praying for Taehyung to not take Jimin’s yap too seriously but he did.
“What are you talking about?” Jeongguk feigns ignorance.
Taehyung fixates on the soft flush of his cheeks, “How many times did your hand slip in your pants while watching whatever you were?” Jeongguk’s eyes widened as if it was one of the deepest secrets no one could find out.
The producer huffs out a laugh, moving away from the boy, “It really is written all over your face, Jeongguk.”
“Thrice.”
“Mhm?”
Jeongguk fiddles with the cap of the plastic bottle in his hands, “Touched myself thrice since that night.” He keeps looking at his hand around the bottle, “Teased and squeezed, thumbed over the wet tip until I was shivering but it didn’t make me cum. I do touch myself but I haven’t orgasmed even once. It’s frustrating.”
The producer feels his belly in knots, a kind of heat simmering in the pit of it as he imagines shy, innocent, pretty Jeongguk under the blanket, touching himself in secrecy of the night, feeling frustrated when he couldn’t finish.
“I watched several videos to help myself out but it’s useless. Anyway.” Jeongguk finally looks at the elder, “Thanks to that, I now know what kind of sounds to make and at what intensity.” He bobs his head, looking into Taehyung’s dark eyes, “Though, I feel like I’ll need some lessons. From you.”
“Lessons?” He finds his voice, hates when it sounds choked. Jeongguk almost smirks.
He hums, “You made me come effortlessly that night. Teach me how to pleasure myself and feel that bliss again.”
“You really have no filter, do you?”
The rookee singer stands up, ready to step out as well for a break, “If I had a filter, how else do you think I would have tempted you to pleasure me that night, sir?” A cheshire smirk lifts a corner of his lips up. Taehyung curses out behind his back, knowing he fell in a trap of someone who was ten years younger than him. He should have seen this coming.
Since the first day Jeongguk had seen Taehyung he knew he wanted his entire attention on himself. Things played out in his favour when on his first day Taehyung summoned him to his office.
Jeongguk didn’t leave any stones unturned to impress Taehyung. He worked really hard to be standing so confidently in front of Taehyung now. One of the reasons to never apply for Snooze was his fat ass crush on Producer V.
Now, there’s just one motive in his life, to be a singer who Taehyung would sing with. He is being trained by V but that doesn’t mean the man will make a song with him but if he is good enough, if he matches the standard of The Kim Taehyung then who knows, he might have his name written next to Taehyung’s in the song credits.
The producer is a little mean, a bit grumpy but Jeongguk can’t seem to get rid of the crush he has on him. It only grows.
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The staff clocked out, Jeongguk’s friend told him that he’s headed to their apartment and Jeongguk had told him to go first as he’ll be practising his vocals. Taehyung hadn’t talked to him after their little conversation and the younger tried his best to not think of the outcome.
“He won’t kick me out of the team, will he? Was it too forward of me?” Is all Jeongguk could think of, because as big as his crush on Taehyung is, it won’t pay the bills for him. He needs this job and his training to excel in the entertainment field.
Mind racing Jeongguk turns a few knobs on the control panel, lowering all the speakers and just keeping the recorder on so it records his practice. He has been recording all his late night practices and then compared them to the previous ones. It helps him keep track of how much he has improved since the last time.
The singer enters the Live room, lights dim in both rooms, Jeongguk pulls out a sheet of lyrics from his pocket, something he wrote but never had the courage to show Namjoon. This is the first time he had gathered the courage to try and sing his own, original song.
There are no beats, no composition, two verses and chorus. He doesn’t have an intro or outro yet. Just his raw feelings he jotted out on a sheet of paper while it was thundering outside and inside the cafe was abuzz with people and he felt too many emotions. The world weighing him down.
A dark room with no light
I shouldn’t get used to it
But I am used to it again
Jeongguk tries to sing the words in a way that would make sense but they don’t. Some of the words stick out too much and the flow isn’t rhythmic. He swipes a hand in his hair, the knob of the door turns and so does his heart. Taehyung enters the Live room, bangs curtaining his forehead, parting from the middle.
“Sir, you didn’t go home yet?”
Taehyung looks boyish with his hair down. He is wearing a pair of grey baggy sweatpants and a compression vest. Jeongguk resists looking at his bulging biceps and abs, skin glistening under the dim lights.
“You were at the gym?”
The producer hums, peeking at the paper in Jeongguk’s hands. As if realising, Jeongguk shoves it back in his joggers’ pocket making the producer raise a fine brow at him.
“Just took a shower after my routine, what are you up to?” Taehyung’s eyes flick at the paper he just tucked it his joggers. Jeongguk shrugs, “Practising my vocals. I am pretty good at moaning now.”
Taehyung smirks, “Are you?”
“Want to listen to me moan, sir?”
“Thought you wanted me to guide you to masturbate?”
Jeongguk’s throat runs dry, “You’re here for that?”
“How could I turn down a request made so genuinely?”
“Will you really… teach me? Should we move to the other side of the room?” Jeongguk hates the hint of desperation in his voice but fuck he doesn’t care. He will gobble up any and everything he can get from his crush.
“Stay here.” Taehyung comes to stand behind him, hands resting on his little waist.
Jeongguk gulps and looks at the faint reflection of them on the split glass. The control room being dark helps him see the reflection a bit more clearly.
“You still have time to pull away.” Taehyung tells him, subtly breathing in his cologne and the scent of his shampoo. It’s sweet and citrusy.
Jeongguk takes a small step back, shoulders a bit tense, “I didn’t come here to quit, sir. When I say I want to learn something, I mean it.” He presses onto the producer whose hands squeeze the sides of his waist suggestively, “Good.” Taehyung’s hand stays on his waist while another travels down, palm rubbing the area where his foot had been.
The younger lets out a sigh into the microphone, suddenly remembering that it’s recording. Is it too late to pull away now? Jeongguk decides against that when Taehyung’s hand rubs over his pelvis, mouth pressed on the shell of his ear, “I want you to make sounds. I will walk out if I see you suppressing any of it. Let me hear all of you.”
Jeongguk is unsure where he is supposed to keep his hands, so he settles on grabbing the notation stand, not too hard knowing the thing is weak and won’t be able to bear a lot of weight. Taehyung’s fingers work around his cock making it grow stiff in his boxers before he holds it. Jeongguk lets out another sigh.
“Hands on your chest. Let me see you play with yourself.” He whispers in his ear, squeezing his girth while holding him from the base. Jeongguk nibbles onto his lower lip.
His hand finds Taehyung’s unmoving hand and his other hand reaches up for the nipple that’s hard. Jeongguk doesn’t even think of lifting his t-shirt but the moment he presses the pad of his thumb there he shudders.
“Seems like you really are sensitive there, doll.”
Jeongguk makes a sound more like a whine and less like a moan at the words of the producer, “I am. It feels good when I’m played with.”
“Tsk, such a needy slut. Too innocent and yet bold for your own good.” Taehyung pushes his pelvis forward and there’s no denying that he is hard. Jeongguk feels his heavy bulge rut against the crack of his ass. Taehyung might not even be wearing any boxers underneath such heavy and baggy sweatpants.
The pressure grows the more Taehyung shakes his cock, hips rutting forward to meet Jeongguk’s plump ass. The younger tweaks his nipple and has half a mind to untie the string of his joggers so they come loose and he can feel Taehyung’s hand more closely.
As if reading his mind, Taehyung with his nose buried in Jeongguk’s nape from behind undoes the knot and allows the joggers to pool around his ankles. There’s an embarrassingly big patch over his boxers making the producer let out a cackle.
“So needy.”
Cheeks warm and embarrassed, Jeongguk retorts, “For your hands on my cock.”
This time Taehyung’s pumps are slow and measured, he doesn’t touch the entire shaft, not until he slips his hands inside his boxers and feels the trail of pubic hair. They aren’t overgrown, which means the younger one shaved a few days ago. Jeongguk curls into himself, suddenly timid.
Grabbing his balls, Taehyung holds him upright, lips pressing onto the blade of his shoulder, “I find a little bit of hair hot.” He tells and that makes Jeongguk shed some of his embarrassment. Taehyung notices how his opinion changes the younger’s entire demeanor.
Taehyung fists his hand and allows the singer to rut into his fist, after a few thrusts, Jeongguk pushes the waistband down of his boxers, allowing Taehyung’s hand to move freely. The act also bares his ass for the elder to gawk at. Taehyung hisses when he peers down and finds how round and meaty Jeongguk’s ass is.
A flawlessly round bubble butt.
He lets go of his shaft and holds his waist instead, pulling him towards himself, his cock rubbing more desperately into the asscrack.
“Rub yourself.” His lips press into his nape once again, the sounds Jeongguk makes is audible to the two of them. Jeongguk makes sure that he remembers to take the recorded tape with himself and listen to everything Taehyung has said, every moan and grunt he has let out in his deep voice.
Jeongguk thrusts into his hand, remembering how the producer was holding tight, touching the tip every now and then.
His legs shake, fluttering his eyes close and throwing his head back, Jeongguk’s hand moves faster. The muscles in his bicep burn, his hand is wet with the sticky pre-cum.
“Squeeze it firm and nice for me, doll. Rock your pretty little ass.”
With his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, his entire weight on the sturdy man behind him, Jeongguk follows his instructions and in the meantime, Taehyung gropes his chest from under the t-shirt, flicks the nub mercilessly making Jeongguk yelp out hisses and whines.
“Shut your eyes, focus on your breathing and how the stimulation is making you feel. Do you feel something hot and uncontrollable burbling in your lower stomach?”
Broken moans, blurry vision and buzzing thoughts is what Jeongguk can feel. Taehyung pinches the sensitive nipple, slithering his hand down to grope his ass next, squeezing until he is sure the younger could feel the sting of it.
“It’s growing tight.”
“Yeah? It means you’re close.” He breathes out, his cock hurting from being too hard and not being touched. Jeongguk’s hand slows down, he huffs tiredly so the older takes the lead and squeezes his shaft, rolls the pad of his thumb over the tip.
“Learn to tease yourself, doll. Don’t be too desperate because it will tire you out.” Taehyung curls an arm around his waist, hand moving languidly, “Take it slow and steady. Breathe with me.” Taehyung guides him with so much experience. Jeongguk wonders if this is the reason why men his age have been into the older ones lately.
Jeongguk tries to sync his ragged breathing with Taehyung’s more levelled one. He finds himself calming down, feeling the waves of pleasure crashing into him more vividly. The producer once again guides his hand towards his cock which makes the younger whine, “Can’t you do the work, sir? Your doll is tired.”
Jeongguk lets out a little moan when he feels Taehyung’s cock twitch noticeably, “Did you like that, sir? Did you like me calling myself your doll?” Another twitch. This time Jeongguk chuckles, a little breathier and whinier but a chuckle nonetheless, “I will keep this in mind.”
Not commenting on it yet, Taehyung cups Jeongguk’s hand and moves it at a desired pace, “Loosen up your body, doll. Let it go.”
Jeongguk tries to do what is told, he tries to loosen himself up but he isn’t able to let go. The younger grunts as the stimulation is now making his cock grow sensitive to touch. He starts whimpering, tears accumulating in his eyes but Taehyung doesn’t let him go.
“Release.” The elder keeps chanting in soft murmur, easing him into it.
“S-sir, fuck-.” The singer whines, “‘s too much.”
“Shh a little more.”
Jeongguk’s body stiffens, nerves trembling and head swirling when he releases. He comes spurting into their hands. The younger wants to curl into himself as the nerves attack his stomach making his entire body grow sensitive.
“Ah shit. Thank you, sir.” He mewls out.
Taehyung staggers back once he’s sure the younger one can manage his weight. Jeongguk turns to face him and pushes him back by his shoulder.
“Jeongguk?”
He pushes him until Taehyung loses his balance after bumping into the sofa and flops down. Jeongguk lowers himself until he’s on his knees before the elder— eyes glazed and lips rosy.
Without seeking permission, he pulls the strings of his sweatpants, pulls it loose enough to have Taehyung’s cock spring out and finally sees the very much talked about bulge with his own two eyes.
Jeongguk has spent enough years in Taehyung’s fandom to know the hype around his cock and how people think it’s thick and huge.
“It really is massive.” Jeongguk whispers to himself. The fans go crazy whenever Taehyung posts gym selcas and holds onto the fabric of his sweatpants so the bulge isn’t too obvious. His fans also know his preference of wearing no boxers to those gym sessions.
Jeongguk parts his knees with his hands once the bottom is all the way down and grabs him, pressing kisses on the flushed tip. He knows Taehyung is too worked up so he cuts to the chase right away and takes Taehyung’s massive, girthy, veiny cock in his mouth.
The producer hisses at the warmth and the feeling when Jeongguk starts sucking as if he’ll suck the life out of him through his cock. His cheeks hollow and hand fists the rest of the shaft that he can’t fit in his mouth.
The tip of his cock is squeezed perfectly by the little throat of the singer.
Taehyung is tempted to think if he has done this to anyone before because this is not the mouth of someone inexperienced. But, then he remembers the time when Jeongguk sat in the recording studio with him, sucking and licking a lollipop that made Taehyung feel things.
Maybe he’s a natural. Taehyung grunts, face painting with pleasure.
Jeongguk moans with his cock in mouth, sending vibrations all the way to his cock and tasting the come far earlier than he had prepared himself for. Taehyung’s fingers press into the sofa as he releases the load in the rookee singer’s mouth who slurps and sucks all too willingly.
Once sucked him dry, Jeongguk pulls the cock out with a plop and sits back on his folded legs, his own cock only slightly hard. With his hands between his legs and hair dishelved, Jeongguk looks up at the producer, peering into his glazed eyes, “Returning the favour, sir.” He offers an explanation for his actions.
Taehyung sucks his teeth and pinches Jeongguk’s chin between his index and thumb, pulling him towards himself a little before he attaches their lips in a kiss. Jeongguk gasps, Taehyung eagerly shoves his tongue inside, lapping at the wetness of his mouth, the heady and musty taste lingers heavily over his tongue.
The singer kisses him back, allowing Taehyung to suck on his tongue and then mingle them together. When their saliva mix and breaths turn shallow, Taehyung pulls away and looks at the mess he made.
Jeongguk is too beautiful to be real.
“A doll.”
“Yours?”
Taehyung tilts his head, not quite letting go of Jeongguk's chin as he is still on the floor between his legs, “Are you really all mine to play with? Let me warn you I get pretty possessive of what I own. If I call you mine then you are just mine. I won’t share.”
“Good. I wouldn’t like belonging to anyone but you, sir. I never allowed anyone’s touch on my body but yours. It will stay that way.” Jeongguk’s voice is firm and sure, Taehyung likes that a lot about him.
Taehyung lets go of his chin to pull his sweatpants up, “Beautiful. I hope you will stay tight lipped on the matter?”
Jeongguk watches the man tie the knot over his lower belly, his muscles rippling under his skin, “Only if I keep receiving pleasures from you. If you divert your attention to anyone else then I am afraid you’ll have to face the consequences. As you can see I too am possessive and territorial of things that belong to me.” Jeongguk’s eyes are ablaze with lust and possession. It ignites satisfaction in Taehyung’s chest.
A smirk brightens up the producer's face, pure amusement in his eyes, “Pretty little devil you are.”
The singer tilts his head, feigning innocence, “Devil? I am just your doll, sir.”
“Don’t have too much fun with that.” Taehyung buries his hand in Jeongguk’s hair as he stands up, looking at the younger at his feet as if he can’t be anywhere better than this, “Show me the paper you hid earlier.”
The simple command changes every emotion on Jeongguk’s face, “I can’t.”
“Why?” The younger looks away, though he doesn’t dare move away lest Taehyung’s fingers won’t scratch his scalp, “It’s personal. Broken and I am not quite ready to reveal that part of me.”
“Will you someday?” The producer prods, never has learnt to let things be.
Jeongguk shrugs, “I don’t know.”
“I hope one day you do.”
Thankful that the producer didn’t force it out of him, Jeongguk just shuts his eyes and enjoys the little scratch and pets Taehyung allows him to have.
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The little snippet stays saved on Jeongguk’s laptop, every time he is horny at home he plays the snippet with earplugs on, hears their moans and grunts mingling. It’s lewd and loud. Jeongguk wonders if anyone walked past the recording studio that night.
Jimin seems to be staying reserved around him. Jeongguk had wanted to ask but held back because one afternoon Jimin had asked if something happened between Taehyung and him to which he just shook his head. He doesn’t want to spill the beans to his best friend, wanting to keep the promise he made to the producer.
However, Jimin doesn’t seem bound by any sort of promise as one night during their little dinner he had casually told him that Min Yoongi sucked him off in his office. Jeongguk sputters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “What?”
“It just happened.” The older shrugs as if it’s no big deal or he one day or another he was expecting it.
“So, it is a one time thing?”
Jimin frowns, “He has sucked me multiple times after that. I even gave him a handjob under the table today while he was working in his lab.”
“Oh wow, okay.”
“Now tell me what’s going on with you and Taehyung?” It is as if Jimin shared the secret with Jeongguk to hear his in return.
Jeongguk sputters again, cursing.
“Nothing is going on.”
“Don’t tempt me to ask the man himself and you know I will.”
Jeongguk very well knows that Jimin will. So, after taking like a thousand promises from the elder to not tell another soul, he tells him everything. Obviously cutting out the part where Taehyung asked for the song he had written.
“Cute. Any progress?” Jimin slurps the remaining noodles and sets the bowl aside.
Jeongguk does the same and sits back against the skirt of the little two seater sofa, “I had his fingers in my ass while recording adlibs this evening. A wild experience.”
Jimin just chuckles. After that their conversations steer towards the songs they are working on. While Jimin has become the vocalist giving smoothness and rhythm to AgustD’s rough and edgy raps, Jeongguk finds himself singing adlibs for Taehyung’s deep voice.
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The pair of best friends hadn’t known what a party of elites would look like. It’s full of famous faces being shit faced drunk and grinding on the very people they claim to hate in front of the media.
Jeongguk gasps when he sees the actress who is allegedly moved on grinding on her ex-boyfriend in a corner as if the shadows can hide them. He shakes his head.
The producers have given them the enter pass. The two couldn’t see a rookee singer vibing to the music in the crowd. It was just the two of them. Jeongguk resists the urge to pull at the skin fit crop top he decided to wear.
A hot pink crop top that revealed the cuts of his waist perfectly. A splash of black on the torso in the shape of waves that cascaded down to shreds on his otherwise hot pink baggy jeans. It was a bold combination of pink and black.
“The party is wilder than I thought it’d be.” Jimin voices out his thoughts, clad in a black leather off shoulder crop top, black baggy jeans with red belts around his waist. They were making heads turn, making their presence a little too noticeable.
“Are you an actor?” One of the drunk actors approaches the two, struggling to stand on his two legs, “I am Byeon Minha.”
Jimin scowls at him, “Yeah, who doesn’t know you. You’re a troublemaker.” He grunts under his breath and grabs Jeongguk’s hand to slither past him. Their mission right now is to find the ones who invited them.
In this party people seem too drunk and high to give a damn about new faces. However, one of them gives more than a damn when he pats Jeongguk on the back and then pats Jimin with a beaming smile.
“I am Kim Seokjin. Welcome to my party.”
Jeongguk frowns, leaning towards Jimin with a suspicious eye out for Seokjin, “I thought the host was Jackson Wang?”
Jimin, too stunned to speak, stutters, “Seokjin! Man of my dreams.”
Seokjin laughs as if he was already expecting such a reaction. The man shakes his head, keeping his very thick and luscious lips pressed in a polite smile, “I will make sure this doesn’t reach the man who hasn’t been able to stop talking about you.”
Jeongguk seals his lips when the host sweeps the two of them and takes them to the VIP section on the first floor of the elite club.
Seokjin opens a welcoming arm for a renowned rapper Jung Hoseok who seems more than just friends with the actor, they settle down on the edge of the couch with Hoseok in Seokjin’s lap, talking with a wide smile on his heart shaped lips and the actor indulges him with literal heart eyes.
“They have a VIP section at a VIP party?” Jimin whispers in amazement, “Talk about privileges.”
“I know right?”
Taehyung at once bites onto his tongue when he sees the flash of pink from his peripheral vision. His eyes rake over Jeongguk’s form and the curves of his body makes him hiss over the rim of his glass.
“Too sexy.” Taehyung compliments through his teeth as Jeongguk settles next to him, too close to the producer that he can feel their thighs pressing together.
Jeongguk runs a hand in his hair, casting a look to the side, “Sexy enough to keep your eyes just on me the entire night?”
“I’d be stupid to even look at anyone else when I have you by my side.”
Taehyung introduces Jeongguk to the little circle of influential people around. Words like a soulful singer, angel like voice, pretty nightingale were said about him and when the focus shifted to Jimin, Yoongi made sure to introduce him with a hand over his shoulder as if warding everyone off, a clear message that this one belongs to him. Jeongguk doesn’t let the stark difference bother him for too long.
Seokjin pours them glass after glass of some expensive beer.
The conversations kept shifting around him but Jeongguk’s focus was just on the man next to him. Taehyung was clad in his boring shirt and pants but the top undone buttons were enough to give him the views he needed. Strong collarbones, honey tanned skin glimmering under neon lights— Jeongguk wants to taste the beer right off the dips of Taehyung’s collarbones.
At one point, Jimin pulled Jeongguk on the dance floor where there were some actresses and idols dancing their hearts out. Jeongguk lost himself in the rhythm until Jimin got a hold of his hands and started swirling and pulling him. Jeongguk chuckles every time Jimin would spin him.
Their laughter stays drowned by the music but the two best friends have a time of their life. After a while, Jimin excuses himself to grab some drinks for them and Jeongguk settles on just moving along the beats. His eyes search for Taehyung and despite his anticipation they aren’t on him. It makes a bitter swirl rise in his chest.
Yoongi had kissed Jimin’s lips before they strutted towards the dance floor but Taehyung just bobbed his head at him.
“Can I get the privilege of dancing with you?” On an instinct, Jeongguk looks at the producer and coincidentally Taehyung too turns to look at him in that very instant as if already knowing which part of the dance floor Jeongguk was at.
The younger one raises his eyebrow at him, making Taehyung frown his own. Jeongguk shrugs at the man who approached him and his body moves on its own accord.
Despite his dance partner being someone else, Jeongguk’s eyes stay on Taehyung, finally having his full attention for the first time tonight. The people around Taehyung, the ones he was talking to either walk away or indulge themselves in conversations among themselves.
Taehyung curls his arms over his torso, tip of his tongue poking against the wall of his cheek, eyes stern on the hand that the man tries to place over Jeongguk’s waist. The younger was quick to move out of the way, keeping a polite distance between the two and luckily the man didn't force it, happy to just be dancing.
Maybe Jeongguk was wanting to lure Taehyung to the dance floor but his actions cause an alternate effect— Taehyung allows some man to flop on his lap. Jeongguk sees red. Not being able to hold himself back when he marches towards the sitting area and grabs the man by the collar pulling him off of the producer.
“What do you think you are doing?” Jeongguk grumbles over the blaring music.
Taehyung tilts his head, manspreading, “Two can play the game, sweetie.”
Uncaring of the eyes, of keeping it a secret, Jeongguk settles down on Taehyung’s lap. The weight makes him smirk but he doesn’t see it coming when Jeongguk’s palm wraps around his throat, firm and commanding, “I kept him at an arm’s length and you gave my place to some slut.”
Taehyung swears he has never been more turned on than he is right now. Jeongguk’s hand on his throat isn’t too hard, just enough to let the producer feel the pressure. The view of him in his lap with a scandalous expression crowding his face makes Taehyung chuckle, causing the singer to hiss.
“I dressed so pretty for you, waiting for you to pay attention to me only for you to look at me for five seconds and then never again.” The younger grumbles, clearly displeased, “Did you see Yoongi and Jimin? Did you see the way he introduced him to everyone? We’ve all known each other for four months now. You can see the difference clear as day.”
Taehyung tilts his head, hands coming up to rest on Jeongguk’s bare waist. Despite the air conditioners running, his waist and crop top are drenched in sweat.
“He is thinking of courting Jimin.”
This isn’t news to Jeongguk but that doesn’t mean it stings any less, “And what does that make us? What am I to you?”
Taehyung curls his fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away, “You’re my doll.”
“Just that?” Jeongguk’s spirits dampen yet again. At least that explains the lack of possessiveness, the lack of kisses and any suggestive remarks tonight. Jeongguk jerks his hand out of Taehyung’s hold, “You just act to be possessive. I am sure you wouldn’t even bat an eyelash if I let someone else take me tonight.”
Taehyung’s hold around his waist tightens, jaw ticking, “Try that, sweetie and I’ll shred that bastard limb to limb.”
Jeongguk slightly arches up to the producer, finding the dominating and rough voice hot.
He rolls his hips down despite the firm hold meant to keep him in place, “Tsk, I doubt that. You wouldn’t even care if someone touched me like I’ve only allowed you to.” The younger one has figured out the sore spot and he’s going to nudge at it until Taehyung snaps.
He works his hips, slow and subtle while he lets his tongue loose, the alcohol hitting, “Will you care if I allowed another man to make me cum? Hold my cock and press kisses all over my neck?” Taehyung’s fingernails dig into the supple flesh but his face gives away nothing.
“You wouldn’t.” Jeongguk clicks his teeth, voice turning cheery as he feels Taehyung’s cock hardening under his assualt, “I bet you wouldn’t give two flying fucks if I open my legs for the man who was dancing with me. He seemed interested. What do you say? Should I offer him a one night stand with me?”
The producer snaps at long last, flipping the younger onto his back and pressing him down into the couch by a vise grip around his throat. The calm and cool mask cracking, giving way to the jealousy and rage Taehyung was feeling.
“Such a slut.” Taehyung spits, pressing him down into the mattress while pushing one of his knees onto his stomach, “So eager to give yourself to other men that you forget to hold your tongue before me.”
“You don’t give a fuck about me, sir. Why would I hold my tongue then?”
Either they are practically invisible to everyone else or they just don’t care when Taehyung leans down, his crotch pressing on Jeongguk’s hard one. The action makes the younger dart his gaze around only to find themselves being the only one in the sitting area of the VIP section.
“I don’t give a fuck about you?” Taehyung counters, wanting to take the man right here, though he doesn’t hesitate to hump their cocks together lewdly, in such a way that any onlooker would tell what is happening, “You’re so much of a whore for my hands, I doubt a wimp will be able to satisfy you.”
“That’s right.” Jeongguk wheezes, seeing stars at the back of his head, “No one would make me feel the way you do.”
The urgency increases, Taehyung thrusts his hips forward, providing them the lick of friction they have been looking for. Jeongguk feels like he is high. It’s risky and totally a choice to be doing something so scandalous out in the open, anyone can walk towards them, sit and watch or just walk away— the thrill of it all turns him on. He didn’t know he was into that.
Taehyung’s fingers deliciously press over his throat. He swallows Jeongguk’s moans that are progressively getting louder. Jeongguk feels like someone walked in on them, whistled and then walked out. Can be Seokjin or Jimin, he doesn’t know, not when Taehyung is kissing his mouth and rocking his hips on him.
“If I want I can take you right here but I’ll spare you the embarrassment.”
“N-no, please. Fuck me here. I want your cock inside.”
Taehyung raises a fine eyebrow at him, “We aren’t in a room, Jeongguk.”
“So what?”
The audacity makes Taehyung smirk. He pulls the younger one on his feet. They push past people, turn hallways until Taehyung scans a keycard on one of them and the door opens with a beep.
Jeongguk is pushed right onto the bed once they make it inside the bedroom. Taehyung sheds his pants and Jeongguk works to get the jeans off, neither of them caring to take off the tops as well. Taehyung’s lips attach to his mouth, hands feeling up Jeongguk’s cock, rolling his fingers over the slick pre-cum and trailing down, rubbing the perineum and then going lower.
Taehyung’s breath hitches and he has to pull away to see if he felt that correctly.
“Fuck. You planned this.” It’s a statement.
Taehyung looks at him part incredulous and part impressed. Jeongguk opens his knees wider and tugs at his shirt, pulling him down between his legs, “Of course. I came with a mission to get fucked by you. In these three months you didn’t fuck me once. I am needy. No need to delay, I am already prepared for your cock, prepared to let you take my virginity away.”
Jeongguk had chosen a buttplug that would replicate the thickness of Taehyung’s cock, it was a pain to shove it up his ass, a lot of lube, a lot of moans and whines but once it was in, Jeongguk felt like he was in heaven.
The entire night he felt so full but at some point he started craving the real thing, he wanted a pulsating cock inside him, he wanted Taehyung’s cock inside.
Taehyung marvels at the sight of a pink flat base of the plug sitting snug over his ass while the rest of it is inside. The singer pats his jeans pocket for his wallet, pulls out the packets of lube and drops it for Taehyung to use.
“I mean it, sir. No delays.”
Shaking his head, Taehyung grabs one packet while his fingers curl over the buttplug, pulling it out and seeing the way Jeongguk’s swollen pucker stretches over the bulged part of the plug. Jeongguk moans as Taehyung pushes it back.
It provides him immense pleasure to watch the younger squirm and writhe as he thrusts the thick buttplug in and out, hearing Jeongguk curse when he shoves it in too quickly.
Jeongguk snatches the packet out of his fingers and tears it open, understanding Taehyung moves to the side in a way that he is on his knees by Jeongguk’s arm, his knees brushing past the side of Jeongguk’s shoulder.
It becomes easier for Jeongguk to spread the lube over Taehyung’s cock and the position allows the pre-cum to drop over his chin and neck while Taehyung’s hand stays between his legs, toying with the plug.
Jeongguk had never thought he’d be so desperate and needy for someone but Taehyung’s cock is taking him to places he wouldn’t go even when he is sober. With one last thrust, Taehyung pulls the plug out and Jeongguk is done palming him.
“Fuck me, sir, please.”
“On your stomach, doll. Ass up for me.”
Jeongguk obliges, Taehyung pushes a pillow under his stomach and another under his pelvis just in case Jeongguk wants to lower himself. His bubble butt and stretched pink pucker awaits the elder with his hard and leaking cock.
Taehyung aligns the tip to his hole, pushes in one go, wanting to be far from gentle after the stunt Jeongguk had pulled at the dance floor.
It had pissed Taehyung off beyond understanding. He has never liked sharing what was his. The moment Jimin had pulled Jeongguk to the dance floor, the producer kept a close eye on his doll and the moment he looked away Jeongguk had messed up.
The elder is embarrassed to admit that he looked at Jeongguk far longer than just five seconds. Jeongguk moans under him, sobbing as Taehyung fucks him hard.
He doesn’t bring his pace down, doesn’t ease the younger into it but he does fuck him like this will be the last time he’ll get his hands on Jeongguk.
“Fuck, s-sir, harder.”
And that comment alone makes Taehyung go feral. After so many years he feels like he has met someone who matches his freak, who is as territorial over him as he is, who is as needy as he is.
A string of broken moans fill the bedroom as Taehyung pounds mercilessly into Jeongguk’s ass. At one point, Jeongguk does bring his pelvis down, letting his cock rub onto the comforter which sends sparks flying all around him.
Taehyung’s hips rock confidently as if knows what would send Jeongguk towards the edge. The tip of his cock assaults the sweet spot that makes Jeongguk whine the loudest, he’s sure the people next door would hear him loud and clear.
“Always remember that you belong to me, only me.” Taehyung rumbles, holding his little waist and pulling him back using it as an anchor. Jeongguk has it in himself to huff at him this time, “Then make me feel like I belong to you.”
“Fucking brat.”
Taehyung gropes his asscheek, squeezes and kneads to his heart’s content while his cock reaches places inside Jeongguk’s ass. A few more thrusts and both of them are coming undone. The elder fucks into him until he dries himself up to the last drop and then he flops down next to Jeongguk who is no better than him.
“You’ll have to believe.” Jeongguk starts once he’s sure he wouldn’t sound too out of breath, “It pissed me off. I want to belong to you, otherwise I’m tempted to believe that being possessive is just a facade. If it is just a pastime let me know, sir.”
Taehyung sucks his teeth, unimpressed, “You’re too fucking impatient, Jeongguk. Oh my god.” The producer grabs his pants and for a second dread curls in Jeongguk’s belly thinking he will walk out and that it ends here but Taehyung pulls out his phone from the side pocket and skims through it.
He hands his phone to the younger who is on his belly, comforters moved away. Jeongguk’s eyes skims through the entire page wanting to make sense of it as quickly as he can.
“It’s a reservation receipt.” Jeongguk announces the obvious.
Taehyung takes his phone out of his hand and flicks his head, displeased, “It was meant to be a surprise for you for working so hard since the day you joined. Tomorrow it’ll be your fourth month complete at Snooze and I wanted to celebrate you but you don’t have the patience for surprises.”
Jeongguk gasps, eyes wide and totally giddy about it, “You planned a date for me all this time-”
“All this time you were doubting me. I was sitting on a date plan with you.” Taehyung flicks his head yet again. His irritation has subsided long ago, maybe when he tasted those sinful lips at the couch but he keeps the pretense.
The younger one jumps to engulf Taehyung in a hug, “Sir, oh my god. But, what does that make us?”
Taehyung holds him close and chuckles, “You still call me sir after all this time and ask what we are? Let’s take it slow, doll. It doesn’t have to mean anything yet. Just let yourself experience and enjoy it.”
Jeongguk buries his face in the crook of his neck, “I look forward to the date…” He gulps, “hyung.”
A slow smile spreads on Taehyung’s lips, “I do too, sweetie.”
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“Song of the Year goes to…” The music sounds like drumrolls but the real thunder has risen in Jeongguk’s chest, hand tightly clasped together as he refuses to even look at the producer on the stage, announcing song of the year.
It was definitely a choice as Taehyung walked up on the stage to present the award. Jeongguk doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if Taehyung has to present the award to anyone else.
“Jeon Jeongguk for Still With You.” For a moment everything is nothing but white noises. And then the rumble of thousands of people filter in, spotlights on him, Taehyung’s eyes on him as well.
Jeongguk feels like he will faint as he stands up and Jimin steadies him with a hand on his elbow, laughing a little. Giddy, Taehyung jogs all the way down to the foot of stairs, a hand out for Jeongguk to take. The crowd roared out hoots and applause at the gesture.
It’s a blur as Jeongguk takes his hand, climbs the stairs and feels Taehyung pull him closer by his waist. Taehyung pauses, holding onto Jeongguk’s hand to calm him before he hands the award to him. Jeongguk feels the weight, knows in his heart that this is a stepping stone to a path that’s still unwalked in front of him.
With a gentle push at the small of his back, Taehyung steps aside and allows Jeongguk the microphone, thousands of people waiting for the words of the singer whose voice has taken South Korea and the western music industry by the storm over the past three months.
Jeongguk’s hands shake and voice trembles as he leans down to speak into the mic, aware of Taehyung’s presence behind him, knowing he will handle if he fucks up. Taehyung will have his back. He always has.
“When V PDnim read the lyrics of the song, he hadn’t spoken for the longest minutes.” Jeongguk starts, telling himself to calm down, “I thought it didn’t impress him. I was wrong because it was the opposite. He read the rough draft of the song. Helped me get the song where it is now by his years of experience. The love SWU has received is overwhelming. This was a song that is so close to my heart, Jimin hyung knows,”
He looks at the elder sitting in the front row with a vibrant smile on his lips, eyes full, he bobs his head while Yoongi pats his back, “and I hadn’t known you people will love it so much.” His voice wavers so he pulls away from the mic and breathes out really quick, flashing a nervous but grateful smile at the camera.
“I will promise to work harder and make music everyone resonates with. Thank you so much for this. To all, I am grateful.” Jeongguk bows, heart full and so are his eyes when he steps away.
“Not like that.” Taehyung tuts, “We can’t let you go without you singing a few lines for us, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk huffs out a laugh, remembering how Taehyung had teased him last night that he will roar from the audience for a performance when he wins the award. Taehyung had been sure that it would be Jeongguk who would take this award home. Taehyung was right. He is always right.
So, Jeongguk clears his throat, starry eyes looking at the people in front of him, and sings his most favourite part of the song. The second verse that Taehyung likes the most. The crowd falls in an awed hush, hearing Jeongguk sing the lyrics so softly as if they are for someone.
Once done Taehyung with a cheshire smirk on his lips looks at the singer, “I too will stay like a star in your sky, baby.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, horror painting his features when his gaze darts at the people, the cameras zooming in on his face and then Taehyung’s.
The singer hisses, “Hyung?” He doesn’t know if the device catches the dread laced in his voice.
Taehyung then looks straight into the camera, at the people, “On this big night, this is me announcing that this beauty is my boyfriend. Soon to be a husband, by the way. So, all those rumours about us getting married, me gifting him rings that he is wearing right now, or us always being on vacation at the same time are all true. The marriage one is yet to come true, though.”
Jeongguk hadn’t known people could scream that loud. He thought his speech got the loudest cheer but it was apparently their relationship people were more keen on. The singer wants to hide his face that is growing red.
“Hyung.” Jeongguk’s bottom lip juts out, already feeling overwhelmed with the love and now his boyfriend has given him another reason.
The singer leaps in his boyfriend’s arms, holding tight onto him. Taehyung whispers, “I love you.” A secret confession meant just for him and Jeongguk’s heart feels at peace as the people around them break into joyous applause, “I love you, hyung.”
When Jeongguk filled out the application form for Snooze he hadn’t known this is what lies on the road ahead. But he is glad he did walk this path and had so many new experiences.
Among all those experiences in the music industry, meeting Taehyung ranks the highest.