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Taehyung likes trouble. It doesn't matter if in what shape it comes, and most of the times he isn't really concerned about the consequences. Taehyung likes trouble, because whenever he looks for problems he feels alive, adrenaline rushing through his veins and feeling like fire, and he has always thought that there's no point in living if you feel dead inside.

Besides, he can let himself get into some problems because as far as he doesn't step too much into the illegality field, a mention of his father's name and a quick visit of one of his lawyers will immediately get him out. No criminal records, because that's what a little money can do. The world is fucked up, but as long as he's the one being benefitted by it, Taehyung is not going to be the one who changes it. He also used to be an idealist, used to believe that justice and equality were needed, but now he isn't thirteen anymore and doesn't believe in a utopia. He might be kind, but he's not stupid.

So Taehyung likes fucking around a little, testing the lines of the morally right and wrong, likes knowing he’s doing something forbidden, mostly because he knows he won’t face consequences. That’s why Jimin and Hoseok don’t really have to say it twice when they ask Taehyung to accompany them to the illegal motorbike races they’ve been attending over the past few weeks. He also knows that they’ve been gambling―Hoseok says that mostly because Jimin has a huge crush on the guy who runs the bets, but Jimin denied it, which automatically serves as a confirmation―and even if they’ve lost a few hundred thousand won, Taehyung knows for a fact that they also have been getting embarrassingly big amounts of money, so he’s willing to try.

“We always bet for Jeon,” comments Jimin as they approach the table, already surrounded by gamblers. “You should see the kid, man, I feel like he looks death straight in the eyes before flipping it off every single time. He’s reckless, Taehyung, fucking nuts.”

“The kid?” he asks, scanning the space where the racers are right now, waiting for the race to start. Most of them are surrounded by a small crowd, maybe four or five people, but some of them are alone, already sitting on their motorbikes. The roar of the engines drills in Taehyung’s eardrums already, and he doesn’t want to imagine what it’ll be like once the real thing begins. “I don’t see any kid in there, Jimin-ah.”

“Well, of course,” snorts Hoseok, sliding an arm over Taehyung’s shoulders and pointing with his other hand. “Over there, the one with the white t-shirt and the bleached jeans. He’s twenty, but already a legend, you don’t even know. Has been doing this for a little more than a year and already is one of the best. Besides, he has this rivalry going on with Lay, who used to win everything before he showed up, so races are always exciting.”

They’re far away, not close enough to take a good look, but that Jeon looks, well, attractive. There’s not much Taehyung can see from this distance, but the guy seems to have a nice body, thighs muscular on his tight jeans and strong biceps peaking from his white t-shirt, arms flexed as he types something on his phone. He’s standing next to another man, a bit taller than him, but they aren’t really talking.

“Who’s Lay?” asks Taehyung, the mention of his name making Taehyung curious.

“He used to be the king of this for years, but now he’s been struggling to keep up with Jeon. You know what they say, an old king has to fall for a new one to rise, huh?” explains Jimin, a wide grin on his face.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, giving Jeon one last, brief look before returning his attention to the queue before them. The crowd before of them eventually dissipates, and within minutes they’re the first in line, the attention of the pink-haired boy sitting at the table on them―or, well, on Jimin.

“Nice to see you back so soon,” the other replies, the hint of a smirk appearing on his lips, and despite Jimin having his back turned to Taehyung, he already can see his friend mirroring the smug expression on the other’s face.

"I come here every Saturday, don't I?" he says, already reaching for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

The pink-haired man hums in reply, scribbling down what Taehyung recognizes as Jimin’s name in messy handwriting, and Taehyung figures that either Jimin has been coming here for longer than he’s willing to admit or his hopeless crush isn’t as hopeless after all for the guy to remember his name, seeing how many people are into gambling.

“So what is it gonna be today, Jimin?” the man inquires, looking up at Jimin and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Top five today, maybe?” Jimin suggests, the man humming as he writes down something else. “Uh, I’ll go for Jeon, Lay, JB, Hwasa and Jooheon, in that order.”

The guy writes it down and seals it, taking the 250,000 won Jimin gives him before giving back a ticket and then asks Hoseok if he's gambling today as well. Taehyung watches the exchange carefully, taking in how Hoseok goes for the exact same names that Jimin said, not even changing the order. When they're done, the man's gaze falls over Taehyung.

“New friend over here?” he asks, Jimin replying quickly.

“Ah, that’s Taehyung. Tae, this is Yoongi-hyung.”

The man―Yoongi and he exchange polite introduction words, a casual nice to meet you over there and a bow, but they keep it short since there are more people waiting on line. When Yoongi asks if he'll be betting as well, Taehyung asks back, "Can I only bet for the two first, though?"

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Yoongi replies. “So what is it gonna be, Taehyung?”

Taehyung thinks about it for a moment. On one side, he has just been told that Jeon is almost unarguably the new king of this, which would make betting for him way more reasonable. But he’s not here for the money, not at all: he wants to get the rush of witnessing a motorbike street race, wants to get high on the tension of gambling and not knowing if he’s going to lose his money or not—even if a few thousands of won won’t really make a difference for someone with the amount of money he has on his bank account, really. So no, he’s not looking for a safe bet tonight.

“First Lay, then Jeon,” he replies, taking 500,000 won from his wallet and handing them to Yoongi, who whistles as he takes them.

“Big fan?” he asks as he writes it down, before sealing the paper and giving Taehyung a ticket.

“Never been here before, actually,” he replies, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at him. “I just have a feeling, you know?”

“Must be strong if you’re risking 500,000 won for it,” Yoongi declares, amused. “Here, take the ticket so you can claim the money if you win,” explains the other then, Taehyung taking the ticket and putting it in the back pocket of his jeans.

When the exchange is over, Hoseok grabs Taehyung’s arm, guiding him away from the gambling table. Jimin doesn’t follow, so Taehyung protests, “Wait for Jimin,” fastening his steps so Hoseok’s deadly grip on his arm doesn’t turn painful, but the elder scoffs.

 "Now that you're here, I don't think Jimin will be around much tonight," Hoseok replies, walking towards the front, nearing the racers. They are on the streets, of course, no fancy race track. No grandstand for the spectators to sit on, who are standing around in random spots along the circuit. It's impossible to see the whole race because the laps cover at least a couple of blocks.

“Is he going to wait there until the race starts?” Taehyung asks, stealing another glance at Jimin as they walk away, the crowd around the table making him disappear from Taehyung's sight.

"Ah, not really," explains Hoseok as he keeps walking, approaching the edge of the sidewalk. Lots of people are standing near it, occupying the space closer to the improvised racetrack, but not quite invading it. It seems a bit risky, standing this close to the racers, but Taehyung has never been one to back down easily. "Bets are about to close, but there's still around fifteen minutes until the actual thing starts. And money can't be claimed until after another fifteen go by after the race ends, so they might have time for a handjob in an alley.” Taehyung raises his eyebrows in disbelief. He has never thought of Jimin as the type to hook up in an alley with someone he barely knows―not that there is something wrong with that, except for the obvious riskiness and how unsanitary it seems―it's just that it doesn't look like Jimin's style.

 “Have they done it before?” he asks, and for a moment Hoseok seems lost, so he adds, “Hooking up.”

 “Who knows? Not when we come here, but they're closer than they should be just after having twenty seconds long conversations once a week, you know? You know how secretive Jimin is about his sex life, anyway,” he replies, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Taehyung laughs at that because it's true. Not that Jimin is ashamed, or anything, but where Taehyung and Hoseok have no problem when it comes to talking about their hooks up, Jimin has always been more reserved.

Minutes go by, more people arrive and Jimin doesn't show up. It's only a couple minutes before the race starts, and despite being his first time here Taehyung is somehow excited. From what he's heard, this Jeon kid seems to be a legend after only one year racing. Taehyung would be lying if he said he's not impressed, but he still bet for that other guy―Lay?―instead of him. Where's the fun on going for the easy, anyway?

"It's about to start," Hoseok announces, rubbing his palms together in excitement. That drags Taehyung's attention back from the people around him to the actual race track. He guesses that one of the main reasons why Jimin and Hoseok enjoy coming here so much it's not only the race and the bets but also the environment. Hoseok seems hyped, happy to be here, and Taehyung swears the only time he has seen him quite like this is when he dances.

“I never knew you were so into this,” Taehyung comments, raising his voice so he can be heard over the deafening sound of the engines roaring. Taehyung looks for that Jeon kid, watching him already on his motorcycle. It's right then when he realizes he doesn't have a clue who Lay, the guy he's betting for, is.

“You'll understand when you see it,” Hoseok assures, and Taehyung doesn't have a doubt about it.

“Hey, hyung,” he asks, the elder of the two humming questioningly. “Who's that Lay guy?”

Now that only the racers are on the track, Taehyung cans see that there aren't many. Around eight people, he'd say, and despite most of them being guys, there are a couple girls around as well. None of them was wearing helmets―not that Taehyung was expecting these people to particularly care about safety, anyway―so Taehyung is pretty sure he'll be able to recognize most of them by the end of the night. At least, he's positive he'll have the two bigger ones under control.

 “Oh, he's the one with the biker jacket over here,” Hoseok replies, Taehyung's eyes scanning the racer's frame.

He looks tall, probably as tall as Taehyung himself or maybe even a bit more, and has the kind of face that usually makes Taehyung go crazy. He looks like he has a nice body, too, but it's a bit hard to tell from Taehyung's position, so he's not really sure.

“Does everyone here look like a model?” he groans in protest, although he honestly doesn't know why he's complaining.

"Back again with the young, raging hormones," Hoseok jokes, and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Despite making it sound like he's way older than him, truth is Taehyung is just one year younger. Being the youngest of their small group of friend along with Jimin always meant a lot of teasing from Hoseok and Namjoon, even if it was just one year.

Ignoring Hoseok, Taehyung focuses on the racers, already lined up. Taehyung is about to ask what marks the beginning of the race, but then he hears it. There's a horn, sounding loud and clear even over the sound of the motorcycles' engines, and although Taehyung doesn't know where it comes from he's unable to focus. The roaring increases, and before Taehyung has even the time to process it the motorbikes are moving, sprinting past them.

Hoseok cheers, along with other people in the crowd, but Taehyung is too startled to say anything just yet. There's still something he quite cannot pinpoint or name yet, as he watches the figures of the racers riding their motorbikes, getting smaller in the distance until they disappear.

It was too sudden, too rushed, and Taehyung isn't as familiar with the riders so he doesn't really know who's leading the race just now, but then Hoseok clenches his fist victoriously as he says, “That kid, Taehyung,” he starts, and Taehyung is starting to believe his hyung has just popped a boner. “He's going to make you lose a lot of money.”

Taehyung is confused for a moment, but then the realization that Hoseok is talking about Jeon strikes him, and he folds his arms over his chest. “Let's see how it ends,” he says, Hoseok cackling. “You know I’m in just to have a good time, not for the money. How many laps does this thing have, anyway?” he asks.

“Five,” he announces distractedly. He then snakes one of his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, pointing to somewhere on their right with the other as he says, “They'll come from there in a minute or so, try not to get too startled.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes at the teasing. Truth is he probably will, since the motorcycles are a block away and he still can hear them, so he doesn't want to imagine how awfully loud they will be once they pass right by them again. He still says, “Fuck you,” because who cares about the honorifics in moments like this, honestly.

Hoseok laughs, and if Taehyung didn't know his hyung better he'd think he's mocking him. But he's used to Hoseok, to his loud cackles in the less opportune moments, so he knows he doesn't mean to laugh at him, just with him.

“Oh, and Taehyung,” Hoseok calls then, catching Taehyung's attention again. “There are no rules here, so expect to see the ugliest side of people, yeah?”

Taehyung isn't quite sure about what to expect, but three laps later, when the motorcycles are already right before him again, the boy who was fighting for the third place―unexpectedly, Jeon was on the first one and Lay was following him close―with a woman with jet black hair and fiery eyes swiftly kicks her, making her fall over a pile of boxes to her side. Taehyung's breath catches in his throat, because even if they had slowed down after the curve, what the fuck? But the woman sits up right away, screaming, "I'm going to fucking kill you, Lee!" standing up and getting on her motorcycle again, trying to keep at least a half-decent position so she can win some money.

 “Fucking shit,” Hoseok protests then. “Shit, man, I had bet for Hwasa be end fourth before Jooheon,” he says, kicking the ground as he childishly folds his arms over his chest.

In the end, Hoseok and Jimin lose 250,000 won each and learn to never bet for the top five again, and Taehyung ends up losing 500,000 won. But he also gains an interest for that Jeon guy—he refuses to be like Hoseok and call him kid, mostly because Jeon, like he predicted, is really, really hot—who even after apparently having won an impressive number of races during the past year still smiles bright, happily when he does.

The thought doesn't cross his mind until he sees a couple girls approach the woman who had fallen before―Hwasa, he reminds himself. Jimin had finally come awhile after the race was done, since Yoongi apparently had to get back to work, and Hoseok and he had gone to greet some acquaintances of them. They had asked Taehyung if he wanted to go with them, but he had said no. He was grateful they didn't ask many questions because there is no way Taehyung could explain to them how mesmerized he's about Jeon without sounding either like a creep or a teenager with a crush.

 

He looks around himself for a moment, looking for Hoseok and Jimin, before leaving the spot on the sidewalk he has been standing on for at least half an hour now. He crosses the space separating him from Jeon―and really, Taehyung is determined to get his real, full name; even if he doesn't tonight, there's still plenty of time for them to chat, he guesses―in long, confident strides.

Taehyung has never been one to believe in lucky coincidences, never been one to leave to the hands of chance what he knows he can get done. He's not going to wait for fate to put him on the racer's way, not when he might as well just put himself on it.

He's there, standing next to a pretty boy who apparently defies the line between bravery and recklessness for a living, and then said boy is looking up from his phone to give Taehyung a surprised glance, as if the last thing he was expecting was someone to come talk to him. Ah, that's the price of success and fame sometimes, Taehyung knows well―he's the son of one of the most respected lawyers in Seoul, after all. When someone does well, some people tend to assume that they're unreachable, that they should be idolized. Luckily for Taehyung, growing up with someone like that has shown him that no successful person is as impressive as they might seem, and that definitely not bigger.

“Hi,” Taehyung greets, and the moments when he's waiting for an answer, waiting to see what Jeon is like, are probably the most exhilarating of all of this: waiting to see if he's an arrogant kid, mind clouded by success, or if he still conserves some of the innocence that smile hinted.

Tilting his head to the side, Jeon gives Taehyung a quick, appreciative glance that the elder is sure was meant to be subtle. Taehyung has to stop the corners of his mouth from quirking up in a cheeky—also satisfied—smile when the racer greets him back, saying “Hey.”

He shifts his weight from one foot to another clicking the metal ball of his tongue piercing against the back of his teeth before he says, “I lost a lot of money because of you, you know.”

The other looks genuinely confused for a moment, furrowing his brows in the slightest manner as a small wrinkle appears in the middle of them, but then realization strikes him. The ghost of a smile appears on his face, his lips curving just enough so Taehyung can see a hint of his teeth.

“You bet for Lay?” he asks, amusement in his voice as he runs his fingers through his fringe, falling over his forehead. It's kind of poofy, frizzy waves that Taehyung is sure that have quite some work and styling behind. Not like he's one to talk about natural hairstyles, anyway, his hair having been bright red for a couple months now.

Taehyung clicks his tongue as he nods, and Jeon's smile widens. Oddly enough, it doesn't feel like the racer is teasing him for losing his money. Doesn't look fazed by the fact that Taehyung bets his money in favor of Lay, and doesn't seem to question what he's doing talking to him right now.

 “Yeah, yeah, I did,” Taehyung admits, the hint of a chuckle reverberating from Jeon's chest as his fingers play with the piercings on one of his ears. Taehyung notices the small gestures, taking mental notes about the way the pads of his fingers fidget with the small pieces of metal, about the way he bites on the corner of his lip, trying to hide his smile. “I'm starting to regret it, though.”

The younger doesn't ask anything about why, probably assuming that it's because of the money, and Taehyung is not going to confess to Jeon he feels drawn to him like a magnet if he's quite honest.

"Well, if you bet for him," he says, and the glint in his eyes tell Taehyung that this isn't something Jeon would usually would say, but the words induced by a moment of boldness, most likely induced by the adrenaline of the race, "then I'm glad you lost your money."


 

He knows better this time around, and the thought of betting for Lay doesn't even cross his mind when he gets to the gambling table, a teasing spark on Yoongi's eyes as he places his bet.

“Changing your bet already?” he asks, and if Taehyung said he isn't surprised Yoongi remembers his bet from last week he'd be lying. He's one hundred percent sure it's because he's there with Jimin, but he's still shocked about it.

“What can I say? Let's see if I can get what I bet last week back,” he replies, giving Yoongi another 500,000 won as the other hums.

Yoongi laughs, taking the money as he says, “Just because Jeongguk won't the last time it doesn't mean that he will tonight as well, kid,” Yoongi says, making Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. He doesn't miss the name that slips past Yoongi's lips, repeating it to himself. Jeongguk, he thinks. It suits him.

Something Taehyung has learned is that most racers don't use their real names, mostly because giving your name in this kind of environment when you're doing illegal activities is kind of stupid. Lay, JB, Hwasa―all of them are fake, almost reminding Taehyung of idols' stage names. There are a few that go by their real names, like Jooheon and Nayoung, but they are a minority.

Taehyung doesn't have a clue if Yoongi is close to Jeongguk or any of the other racers, but he knows for a fact that the racers win money. That money has to come from the gambling, so they probably have some sort of relationship, even if it's merely professional.

He archives Jeongguk's name on his mind, resisting the urge to taste it on his own mouth and lips. When they're done, the same that happened last week happens again: Jimin gets lost somewhere with Yoongi, and Hoseok and Taehyung are left alone again, waiting for the race to start. It's right then when a petite girl approaches them, roughly grabbing Hoseok's shoulder and making him turn around.

She has dark, brown hair, falling in waves over her shoulders and over her forehead on neatly cut bangs. She looks mad, and Taehyung can feel himself get intimidated by her angry expression despite her being slightly shorter than him or even Hoseok. Taehyung looks at his friend, sending him a questioning glance, and he's not surprised when he sees the glint of recognition on Hoseok's eyes.

 “My fucking money, Hoseok,” she hisses, crossing her arms over her chest as she narrows her eyes up at Hoseok.

Taehyung is confused now, watching Hoseok wince. “What money?” he asks, bringing the girl's attention to himself.

 “Your friend here owes me 150,000 won, don't you, oppa?” she asks, voice still crisped. Taehyung can’t help but think that she sounds like she wants to punch Hoseok.

“Calm down, g, Jesus Christ," Hoseok sighs, but he still gets three 50,000 won banknotes from his wallet. The girl―Yuna takes them swiftly, shoving the yellow pieces of paper into the front pocket of her jeans.

“Thank you,” she says, stepping away as she adds, “Always a pleasure to make business with you, oppa.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrow, watching the whole interaction with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. The girl turns around and walks away, but not before blowing Hoseok a kiss, the other rolling his eyes―a small, smug smile still appears on his lips, but Taehyung pretends he doesn't see it.

"Why did you owe her money?" he asks when she's gone. Hoseok blinks up at him as if he's thinking whether he should or not reply, but they both know Taehyung is persistent.

“I don't want to know what you're thinking,” Hoseok starts, “but we had a bet going on.”

“A bet? You bet with other people besides the whole gambling thing with Yoongi?” he asks, Hoseok nodding with a hum. “I'm starting to believe this is getting out of hand for you, hyung,” Taehyung replies.

Hoseok groans, but Taehyung doesn't take it back. Just like Taehyung himself, it's not that Hoseok has financial problems, but Taehyung knows that even the mightiest may fall: just because Hoseok has a lot of money it doesn't imply that he can't run out of it if he keeps fucking around like this.

The worst part is that Taehyung doesn't really know if he has the right to reprimand his hyung about it. Sure, this is his second time gambling, but he already has bet a million won, and Taehyung is sure that it probably took more than twice to make Hoseok risk that amount of money.

“It's not,” Hoseok assures, though. “I was so sure Jeon would win that night too, you don't even know how much it hurt,” he jokes, placing a hand over his chest as he does a grimace. Taehyung laughs, slapping Hoseok's forearm again as the elder carries on, “I was hoping she didn't remember, or that we wouldn't run into each other again.”

 "You're literally the worst," Taehyung says, but there's no bite in his voice. He, just like Hoseok, is more used to avoiding his problems than actually solving them, so it's not like he can hold this one against him.

The race starts soon after, and despite him already expecting it he can't deny he's a little startled when the roaring of the engines becomes too loud and the motorcycles leave, Lay taking the lead easily. For a moment Taehyung feels like he's damned, like no matter what he bets the winner will always be the opposite he picks, but Jeongguk is quick to turn the tables. He's reckless, though, and Taehyung feels a knot tighten on his throat whenever he does something too risky. Not that Taehyung knows much about motorcycles, really, but the quick seconds he actually gets to see the racers, speeding past the crowd without even sparing a glance, he feels a rush of adrenaline through his body.

In the end, Jeongguk ends up in the first place and Lay on the second, and Taehyung is satisfied to find out he'll be getting his 500,000 won from last week back―maybe he should have given the kid a chance earlier, he thinks. He'd be 500,000 won richer if he had, after all. But now it's too right to regret it, he realizes as Hoseok excitedly hops beside him.

"This Jeon kid, I could fucking kiss him," he says, and for a brief moment, Taehyung wonders if he's the only one who refers to him as Jeongguk within his friends. He's sure Jimin and Hoseok caught his name earlier today just like Taehyung did, but they probably didn't pay it much mind. Taehyung isn't stupid, and he can feel the interest for Jeongguk build inside of him as he gets more and more of the racer, but it's weird to call someone by a stage name―Taehyung has the suspicion that Jeon is actually a surname, but who knows―if you know their real name.

“Then do it,” Taehyung teases, taking the ticket Yoongi gave him earlier and smoothing it on his palms. Ah, he'll be actually using it for something tonight, after all. Money is always welcome, even if he has more than enough.

“Wouldn't you get jelly?” he asks, Taehyung rolling his eyes at that. Hoseok cackles. “Aren't you going to congratulate your boy today? I bet he's waiting for you,” he says, nodding his head in the direction where Jeongguk is.

Almost instinctively Taehyung looks that way, finding Jeongguk talking to his friend from last time. That wide, toothy smile is back, and Taehyung hums as he blatantly stares, unashamed. He isn't waiting for the cliché thing to happen, doesn't expect Jeongguk to suddenly lock gazes with him, content with watching him for now. He knows from last week that he and the rest of the racers are likely to stay for a while, so he'll probably go talk to him again after the crowd dissipates.

There's something that tells him that Jeongguk is trouble―probably the fact that he's a street racer, and that everything about their meetings is extremely illegal―but Taehyung has always been naturally dragged to problems, really. Just like he has always been drawn to pretty boys with sweet smiles and doe eyes, so Jeongguk seems to be a combo.

He's about to leave with Hoseok to the gambling table to get the money when Jeongguk's friend leaves and Taehyung feels this chance is too good to let it go: Jeongguk is alone now, and he'd rather approach him now that he has no company than interrupting a conversation. Giving Hoseok his ticket, he says, "Go take my money for me. And if you do something stupid with it, I swear to God I'll fucking end you," he warns. Not that he doesn't trust Hoseok, but after the revelation with that girl earlier today he doesn't know what to think anymore.

“You're so fucking gone,” Hoseok teases, and Taehyung has to hold back from raising his eyebrows at him. He pats his back as he walks past him, walking over to Jeongguk with the beginning of a smile already peaking through his lips.

Jeongguk is leaning on his motorbike, getting his bomber jacket on when Taehyung gets to him, and for a brief moment, he pretends he doesn't see him. Taehyung stands there, arms folded over his chest, and is about to clear his throat for the other to acknowledge him when he raises his gaze, meeting Taehyung's.

There are no sparks, fireworks, or any cheesy bullshit like that, but Jeongguk's eyes are warm and bright tonight, and Taehyung thinks it's kind of endearing how happy he seems about winning. It sort of makes him believe there is something behind Jeongguk, a reason why he's here and why it means so much for him, and damn Taehyung if he's not going to find out.

“You're back,” Jeongguk says instead of a greeting. Taehyung shouldn't feel this way about Jeongguk recognizing him, he honestly can't help it.

"Looks like I am," is what Taehyung replies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans in an attempt to look casual. Not that he thinks it's going to work, or anything, but he'd probably end up fidgeting with the ring on his thumb if he didn't, and he doesn't want to look nervous. He is not nervous, but he doesn't know what to do with his hands in moments like this: he's terribly aware of body language, and who knows if Jeongguk is as well.

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, giving Taehyung an inquisitive look as if he's considering what to say next. The corners of his lips quirk up in a small smile then, and he asks, "So, are you losing money or winning it today?"

Taehyung scoffs, dragging the ball of his piercing over the front of his teeth before replying.

"You're hoping I bet for you today, aren't you?" he asks, the younger humming in reply. "What makes you think I'm not a loyal admirer of Lay, huh?"

“Well, you seem like a smart guy,” he replies, Taehyung raising an eyebrow at the unexpected cockiness. “Besides, you would be over there talking to him if you were Yixing's fan, right?”

Laughing, Taehyung asks, “Does this mean you think I'm your fan?”

“I was hoping,” he truthfully answers, his eyes glinting as he lets his fingers run through his hair, messing slightly the waves on his styled bangs. He bites on the inside of his cheek then, as if he's hesitating about what to say next, but he ends up asking. “So you bet for me today?”

For a brief moment, Taehyung considers lying, torturing the guy, but he ends up answering, “I did,” watching the satisfaction grow on Jeongguk's face as his smile impossibly widens.

“Yeah? I'm glad I could help you get your money back, then,” he answers, Taehyung raising an eyebrow at him. “You better spend it well, though. Buy yourself something nice.”

"Or," Taehyung says, taking a step forward towards Jeongguk. Not that they're especially close now, but this is definitely the closest they've ever stood to each other. From here, he can faintly smell Jeongguk's scent, a mixture of some men cologne and oranges that he wasn't really expecting. Jeongguk doesn't step away or seem uncomfortable at Taehyung's advance, so he takes it as his cue to keep going. "I could buy you dinner sometime."

Jeongguk looks away, the hint of a blush on his cheek as he looks over his shoulder, muttering, “D-dinner?”

“As a thank you,” Taehyung clarifies, watching confusion reach Jeongguk's eyes as he frowns, gaze meeting Taehyung's once again. Taehyung likes that, the weight of Jeongguk's scrutinizing eyes on his. It doesn't make him uneasy, per se, but it somehow makes something tense inside of him. “For making me get my money back. You don't think I was asking you out, right?”

“Don't flatter yourself,” Jeongguk replies, and although Taehyung wants to tease him and bring up the blush that still covers Jeongguk's cheeks, he has already mortified the poor guy enough for today. “Who says I would say yes? Not just to a date with you. Who says I'd agree to get dinner with you?”

Taehyung snorts, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he replies, “I have a feeling you'll do.”

He truly does, and Taehyung has always been one to trust his gut.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but before he can say anything on reply Taehyung hears his name being called. Turning his head around, he sees Jimin and Hoseok waiting for him on the sidewalk, the shorter of the two with his arms crossed over his chest and an amused smile. Turning around again, he gives Jeongguk an apologetic smile.

“Go now, Taehyung,” he says, and only when his name rolls off Jeongguk's tongue for the first time he realizes that he actually never gave it to him. He probably just picked it up right now, like Taehyung picked Jeongguk's up randomly, thanks to Yoongi.

“I will,” he says, turning to leave. But right before he does, he says, “See you around, Jeongguk,” taking in Jeongguk's confused expression before he turns his back to the younger.

Yeah, Taehyung definitely has a feeling about this one. A good one.


 

Taehyung is having brunch with his friends the next Saturday when the races are brought up again―oddly enough, they completely avoid talking about it outside of where the actual thing happens, as if it one of them was, for some reason, in the place to judge the others. Only Namjoon is, actually, but he really isn't the kind to judge others for their illegal activities. A true angel, indeed.

Unsurprisingly, though, the one to bring it up is Hoseok. What is a bit more strange is that he just mentioned it to say something stupid.

“Ah, Namjoon-ah, you should probably forget about your small crushes on Jiminie and TaeTae

“Leave him alone,” Taehyung protests when he swallows down, watching Hoseok smile widely.

“I don't have a crush,” Namjoon defends himself.

Honestly, Taehyung is quite sure that Namjoon doesn't have a crush either on him or Jimin, really. There was a time, when they both were freshmen and just befriended Hoseok and Namjoon, when they mistook Namjoon's enormous soft spot for them for a crush, but they have long established since then that it's nothing like that. Namjoon is weak for cute, and Taehyung and Jimin―especially Jimin, although Taehyung can be too―are capable of being so goddamn cute if they want to.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Hoseok dismisses, and Jimin laughs.

They both are always up for teasing Namjoon, but Taehyung has a huge soft spot for his hyung, as well. Namjoon is dorky in an endearing way, smart and understanding like none of his other friends are, and Taehyung feels impossibly close to him. Not in the same way he's close with Jimin, who is his absolute best friend in the world, and not like Hoseok, who clicks just so well with Taehyung, almost as if they were the same person. Namjoon is different, but he's comforting and nice to be around, and even if they're both so different Taehyung can't help but feel admiration for his hyung.

"My point before I was rudely interrupted by your bullshit," Hoseok carries on, "is that Taehyung and Jimin are getting some bad boy dick down in the underground races," he finishes, elbowing Namjoon in the ribs, who was sitting next to him. "You and your dentistry books have nothing to do against those two, Joonie.”

“Bad boys?” Namjoon asks, raising an eyebrow at them. He knows about their adventures in the races on Saturdays night, but he never wanted to join, so Taehyung wasn't expecting him to be this interested. How gossiping can change a man, Taehyung thinks. “That's so lame, dude. Way more lame than dentistry.”

“I think dentistry is alright, hyung,” Taehyung truthfully answers, Namjoon giving him a sympathetic smile from across the table.

“Of course you would,” scoffs Jimin. “I think dentistry is alright, hyung,” he says, deepening his voice to make a poor impersonation of Taehyung's baritone. To say that he's offended would be an understatement.

“Maybe you can suck Namjoon's dick too, Tae,” Hoseok jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “You think you can take Jeon and him at the same time? I don't know about Jeon, but Namjoon is hung―”

"Enough," interrupts Namjoon, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.

“Anyways, you just keep talking shit but I can confirm I haven't been getting any dick," Taehyung assures, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. Trying to sound like he doesn't want to kick Hoseok.

“You're about to, though,” interjects Jimin, nudging his arm. “Should've seen how that Jeon stared at your ass as you walked away, he's totally thirsting over you already. You attract them like magnets, TaeTae.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, and for a moment he thinks about exposing Jimin's lame, whipped ass, but he ends up deciding against it. A couple days ago, he had Jimin confess to him about how he had been actually seeing Yoongi outside the races for a little over a month now. Not that it catches Taehyung for surprise, because he knows Jimin well and after watching Yoongi and he interact it was more than clear that there were more than random, meaningless hook-ups going on between the pair, but it still feels nice to have Jimin tell him personally.

Taehyung isn't dumb, or as oblivious as he acts, and he could feel the little glances that Jeongguk stole at his body every once in a while when they were talking, so the thing about him staring at his ass doesn't really surprise him. It's not like it's one-sided, Taehyung thinks, since he has a great time looking at Jeongguk's arms and thighs while he's waiting for the races to start, so it shouldn't be awkward. He has felt the mutual attraction himself before, though, so confirming it is just, well. Nice.

He's a little pissed when he gets home later that day and his mother tells him they're going to have dinner with some friends of them that evening, but he's sure he'll make it on time to the races. They start pretty late, and his parents will probably let him sneak earlier―as soon as they don't know where he's heading to, anyway.

Not that he's anticipating his next meeting with Jeongguk, or anything, but he still remembers how he sort of asked Jeongguk out last week, despite shamelessly denying it right away, and he definitely still remembers how the younger didn't say no—he didn’t say yes either, but at least this uncertainty is better than being straight up rejected. He doesn't really know where this thing with Jeongguk is headed, and that's probably the best part of it: he doesn't really know Jeongguk, and the unpredictability of everything makes something twist inside Taehyung's stomach.

By the time the night falls and he finally meets with his friends, after a quick visit home so he can get changed into more comfortable clothes, he's surprised to find Namjoon with Hoseok and Jimin there. He says he wants to meet Taehyung and Jimin's bad boys, he says, and Taehyung has to hold back from rolling his eyes.

Hands tucked into the pockets of his denim jacket, Taehyung notices how the place seems emptier this time around. The end of the month, Hoseok explains, but since the place isn't too crowded, special races are organized to make up for it. Taehyung doesn't know what Hoseok means by that, and the elder doesn't care to elaborate since he says it's not the same every month, so Taehyung keeps wondering what he means.

 

 "It's when racers run with someone tied to their back," Jimin explains. He's there with them tonight, since apparently Yoongi is busy today and he can't be around. "Using a belt, they get someone tied back to back to them to run. They usually have to do wheelies and stuff during these, though, so it's more of a spectacle than the usual ones."

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, half on disbelief, but what is happening around him tells him that Jimin's explanation is nothing but true. The amount of people in the improvised racetrack has doubled now, people who used to be spectators like Taehyung himself now talking to the racers with belts on their hands. Taehyung catches a glimpse of , the girl from last week, talking to Nayoung.

And really, Taehyung has never been one to watch if he's given the chance to take part in the action.

He moves his hands to the belt loops of his jeans, the absence of a belt there making him click his tongue. Namjoon catches the movement, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Taehyung―” he starts, but the younger interrupts.

“Jimin, give me your belt,” he demands more than asks, his friend frowning at him.

 “I hope you know this is a terrible idea,” Jimin replies, but his hands still move to his own belt, undoing it.

He quickly takes it off, the expensive strap of leather sliding out of the belt loops of his jeans before he gives it to Taehyung.

 “Wait, are you for real?” asks Hoseok, his smile narrowing a bit as concern shows on his face. “Taehyung, this is dangerous―” he starts, but the younger interrupts.

 “Don't care,” he says, scanning the race track as he looks for Jeongguk. He's pleased to find out he's alone, so he decides to go before he finds anyone else. “Wait for me to go home, yeah?”

 “Yeah, yeah,” replies Jimin, patting Taehyung's back. “Tell that Jeon kid to be careful today, or I'll kick his ass if anything happens.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but a small smile still appears on his lips as he leaves his friends. He appreciates the concern, but he's sure nothing will happen. After all, there's still the possibility that Jeongguk doesn't want to take him with him, if he thinks coldly about it. Not that Taehyung hasn't been rejected before, and not that he can't deal with it, but it still would hurt his ego.

Jeongguk catches glances with him from where his standing, a small frown appearing on his face when he sees him approaching. His eyes fall lower, catching sight of the object on Taehyung's hands before they widen on the slightest, and when they return to Taehyung's face, the racer is shaking his head.

Not that it's going to stop Taehyung, anyway.

 “Don't even think about it, Taehyung,” states Jeongguk when Taehyung steps within earshot. The elder raises his eyebrow, and Jeongguk adds, “Go back there, there is no way I'm taking you with me.”

 "But why?" Taehyung protests, stopping in his tracks as he folds his arms over his chest.

 “Because this is dangerous, go back with your friends and stop fucking around.”

Taehyung sighs. “Oh, come on, Jeongguk, you're going to have to take someone no matter what, what's the difference between me or any other person?” he asks. “Are you that repulsed by being back to back with me, or do you actually care about me getting hurt?”

 “Shut up,” he mumbles. “Just trying to make sure you're actually going to treat me to that dinner you promised.”

 “Ha, as if,” he replies, making Jeongguk blink at him with a blank expression. “C'mon, I'm pretty sure I'll be safer with you than―”

 "The way you'll be safer is if you stay on the sidewalk and don't do anything stupid," he says, making Taehyung scoff.

 “And who do you think you are to decide what is best for my safety?” he asks, hands on his hips. Jeongguk seems determined, and Taehyung doesn't think said determination would crack soon.

 “The guy who won't be racing with you tied to his back,” Jeongguk concludes.

Taehyung knows he's being pushy and understands why Jeongguk would feel guilty if anything happened to him, but he doesn't understand why he's so reluctant about the whole thing. He's going to have to take anyone, in the end, so who cares if it's him or anyone else?

He's about to hiss fine and spin on his heels, going back to his friends both defeated and angered, but then a foreign voice behind his back says, “You're being over-dramatic, Jeongguk.”

Taehyung sees Jeongguk's lips twist into a gesture of annoyance, looking away as he says, “Mind your own business, will you?”

Turning around to see who got Jeongguk so angry, Taehyung's lips quirk up in the slightest when he sees Yixing standing behind him, a smug expression on his face. It's the first time Taehyung sees him this close, also the first one he hears his voice or sees him interact with Jeongguk, and the younger of the trio seems to be extremely irritated by Yixing's expression.

 

 “I'm starting to get used to it,” Taehyung says, although it's not entirely true. Jeongguk has been anything but nice so far, and even if he's acting like this right now, it seems to be because he genuinely doesn't want anything to happen to Taehyung, even if it's just because he wants that dinner―Taehyung refuses to believe it, but he's not going to overthink that right now.

 “Well, you shouldn't,” Yixing adds, offering Taehyung a kind smile that seems almost sincere.

Taehyung is certain he knows what Yixing thinks the nature of his relationship with Jeongguk is and is also sure that the only reason why they are having this conversation is because he wants to make Jeongguk angry. And Taehyung, well. He's not going to say no to a chance like this, not when messing with Jeongguk seems to be gratifying. Taehyung shrugs, Jeongguk scoffs, and Yixing's smile widens.

 “You know,” the elder says then, tilting his head to the side as his eyes leave Jeongguk to fall on Taehyung. “If you want to do this, you might as well come with me.”

 “Really?” he asks, a smile appearing on his lips as he watches Jeongguk's disbelieving expression from the corner of his eye. Yixing nods, also shooting Jeongguk a quick glance, and Taehyung adds, “All right. Let's go, then.” He looks again in Jeongguk's direction, the younger looking like he wants to say something but knows he's not the position to. “I'll see you later, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk looks startled about Taehyung addressing him doesn't say anything on reply. Instead, he just nods his head in acknowledgment, looking away quickly, as if something about Taehyung going with Yixing to where the latter's motorcycle makes him uneasy. If he thinks about it coldly, ganging up with his nemesis against Jeongguk isn't the best way to bring them both closer, but there's something about Jeongguk's reactions so his actions that makes something burn inside Taehyung: it doesn't matter if it's a blush like last time, or if it's the way he tries not to make his annoyance too notorious right now. He's clearly trying to hide it right now, but it's still so obvious that it makes Taehyung wonder what Jeon Jeongguk is when he stops trying to hold back.

Pushing the thoughts of Jeongguk away from his mind, Taehyung quickly follows Yixing to where his motorcycle is parked, a couple meters ago, and asks him, “You know how this works, don't you?”

 “Uh, I actually don't,” he says, sending Yixing an apologetic smile when he sighs. “Can't be that hard, though.”

 “It's not,” Yixing assures, getting on his motorbike, gesturing Taehyung to stay still.

He explains Taehyung briefly how the race is supposed to be and what he has to do to get ready, and Taehyung nods affirmatively. It's not complex, to be honest, and he has always considered himself a pretty smart guy, so by the time a random girl he doesn't know grabs a megaphone and yells belts out he already knows by heart what he is supposed to do.

He climbs to Yixing's motorcycle, sitting back to back with the elder as he watches the rest of the people on the racetrack do the same.  With the help of the racer, he slips the belt around both their torsos and buckles it as tight as he can without it being uncomfortable. "Arms around my waist," Yixing warns then, tilting his head so his voice reaches Taehyung over the loud noise of the engines.

 "Aye, aye, sir," he says, Yixing snorting as Taehyung leads his arms backward to he can clasp his hands together over Yixing's stomach.

Looking around them, Taehyung can see the worried glances that his friends send him from the sidewalk, and he gives them a reassuring smile. To say that he's not scared of nervous at all would be trying to appear braver than he actually is, but even if he is aware of the risks of what he's doing he isn't scared, per se. He barely knows Yixing, but Taehyung knows he's good at what he does, and he has already been told by the racer himself that siamese races aren't usually as intense as normal ones: stability on one's motorcycle with someone tied to one's back is harder to maintain than when someone is on their own, and nobody wants to deal with a dead body―especially if it belongs to someone who doesn't run―so there's an unspoken agreement between the racers to keep it easier on nights like this.

Taehyung knows that if he does as little as turning his head slightly to the right he'll get to see Jeongguk, who has he decided to take with him instead of Taehyung, but the trembling of the motorbike under him distracts him, and the seconds go painfully slow as he waits for them all to move.

 "Hold on tight," Yixing warns, and Taehyung is left wondering how Yixing knew, because right after the words leave his mouth the horn sounds loud, the cacophony of the engines worsens, and the reply of good luck to Yixing's words dies on Taehyung's tongue before he has the chance to say it.

If there is something Taehyung has learned over past the few weeks, is that Yixing is quick when the race starts and Jeongguk is quick to catch up. So really, when Yixing's motorcycle abruptly moves forward and Taehyung finds himself staring at the rest of the racers, he has no reason to be surprised at all. He bites down on his bottom lip, biting down a smile when he spots Jeongguk, fighting for the second position. He, just like the rest of the racers, is looking in the direction of Taehyung but not at him, as if he were a ghost, not quite blocking the view of the back of Yixing's head.

Taehyung isn't quite sure of what he was expecting, but when he feels the motorbike tilt to the left as Yixing turns the corner he feels his heart on his throat, beating faster even after the motorcycle straightens up again. He's pleased he managed to accomplish what Yixing told him was the most important part, to just let his body move swiftly and not resist.

By the time they're on the third lap, Taehyung already used to the movement of Yixing's motorcycle, the same strident voice from before yells wheels up! through the megaphone, and then Yixing's voice shouts, “Hold on tight and don't lean forward.”

In all honestly, Taehyung wasn't ready to the feeling of Yixing’s front wheel lifting off the ground. His eyes widen, and suddenly the pavement seems way too close to his face. He does his best to lean back without being a pain in Yixing’s ass, preventing gravity from doing its work and sending them both to the ground.

It’s right then, in the moment when Taehyung most expects everyone to be careful, that for the first time since the whole started someone overtakes them. He’s not surprised to see Jeongguk’s motorbike next to them, the younger’s eyes fixated on the road ahead of them as he puts more and more distance between Yixing and him.

The truth is he should be expecting Jeongguk to do something like this. In the few weeks, he has been coming to the races he has seen Jeongguk do the riskiest and most stupid stuff, but always getting away with it and winning week after week. The kid is a fucking menace, and he doesn’t seem to have more respect for his passenger’s life than what he has for his own. Not that he needs to, Taehyung guesses—if you volunteer to get into one of these things, just like Taehyung himself has done, you are the first one to put your life at risk, right? At least, he knew the risks when he offered, even if he’d be not ready to accept the consequences.

He hears Yixing curse under his breath, and Taehyung cannot help but smile. He knows he should be wanting Yixing to win—he’s his partner, after all. But he cannot help but hope Jeongguk wins again. Not only because he and his friends bet for him again, but also because he likes the way Jeongguk smiles so wide and bright when he gets first place.

Yixing tries, but he has always been more cautious than Jeongguk. Taehyung doesn’t know shit about motorbike races, but he has heard some people say Yixing’s technique is better than Jeongguk’s. They’re probably right—Yixing is older, has been doing this for longer—but the one who ends up winning races is Jeongguk, and that’s what really matters, isn’t it? Even so, Jeongguk is faster, more unpredictable, so two laps later find Yixing crossing the finish line behind the younger.

Yixing seems annoyed about losing, but Taehyung thinks that leaving as soon as they are untied is, well, rude. Yixing sighs, getting off the motorbike right after Taehyung does, and then runs a hand through his hair. Taehyung doesn’t know what he’s expecting the elder to say, but it definitely isn’t, “So, you and Jeongguk. Are you his boyfriend?”

“I’m not,” Taehyung replies, biting the inside of his cheek. “This is, like, the third time I saw him, actually.”

“Oh,” Yixing says. He seems to think about something for a moment and then adds, “Well, even if you’re not, I know the kid more than he thinks I do, and I assure you he wants to bang the hell out of you.”

Taehyung laughs, and even if he won’t admit it to anyone—not even Jimin, he has a reputation to maintain—Yixing’s words still make something twitch inside of Taehyung. “Then it’s a good thing that I want the bang the hell out of him, too.”

Yixing smiles—it's not a full smile, more like one of the corners of his mouth tugging up slightly, but a smile nonetheless. "Kids these days," he mutters, as if he weren't only around five years older than them. Taehyung is about to say something, but then Yixing looks over his shoulder and says, "Oh, your Romeo is coming to save you."

Taehyung decides to ignore the mocking tone of Yixing's voice and turns around to look behind himself, finding Jeongguk calmly walking to them. He looks happy as always, but there is something more to it this time. He also looks satisfied, like he has just proven a point, and it makes Taehyung arch an eyebrow at him. There seems to be an unspoken acknowledgment of what they both mean, because Jeongguk’s smile widens and he wiggles his eyebrows, making Taehyung giggle quietly. It’s right then when he hears Yixing gagging behind himself.

“You’re both saps, I need to get out of here,” he replies as he gets back on his motorbike. “Jeongguk, I’ll see you next week,” he greets, before turning to Taehyung. He looks at him hesitantly, and only then does Taehyung realize he never gave the other his name.

“Taehyung,” he says before Yixing has the time to ask.

“Taehyung,” Yixing replies. “I’ll see you around too, yeah? Now goodnight.”

He's gone after that, and Taehyung and Jeongguk are left alone again—even if they're surrounded by people, really. Taehyung knows he should probably go meet his friends now since they must be worried as hell (Namjoon is probably going to lecture him, he knows that much already), but there's something about Jeongguk that attracts him like a magnet.

“So,” Jeongguk starts. “About that dinner you mentioned last week…”

He never finishes his sentence, and although it’s funny to watch him get flustered, Taehyung decides to have mercy on him. “We can go tonight, even if it’s already late?” he suggests. Jeongguk looks at him, biting his lip before nodding. “I mean, I already had dinner, but I can always eat more, you know?”

Jeongguk laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling, but he still says, “I know a place that opens until late, if you trust my judgment enough.”

They agree to go on Jeongguk’s motorbike—of course I have a spare helmet, Taehyung—after Taehyung talks to his friends. Unsurprisingly enough, Hoseok and Jimin cheer on him while Namjoon tells him to be careful, to what Taehyung replies with an I'll be, dad that makes his hyung smile fondly.

Going on Jeongguk’s motorbike is way different from Yixing's, he decides when he finally gets on it, chest pressed against Jeongguk's back. For starters, being sat on the right direction and wearing a helmet are already different enough. But being all pressed against Jeongguk is, well—it's not the same. Yixing is hot, has a handsome face and a nice body to accompany, but he’s not Jeongguk.

“You ready?” Jeongguk asks, looking at Jeongguk over his shoulder. His voice is muffled because of the helmets, and Taehyung nods while tightening his hold around Jeongguk’s torso. He’s totally not taking advantage of the situation, not at all, he’s just clinging to the younger for security purposes.

“Take me to wherever the food is, cowboy,” Taehyung replies, hearing Jeongguk’s amused scoff before he turns around and starts the engine.

The way to the restaurant is, well, interesting. Jeongguk’s body is warm and hard against Taehyung, giving him a feeling of security he shouldn’t have. Including the ride with Yixing from earlier, this is the second time Taehyung is on a motorcycle. With the elder he had felt somehow unsafe; had felt the rush he gets every time he does something he shouldn’t be doing. But with Jeongguk there’s nothing of that. It’s not like he has a deep emotional connection with Jeongguk, so he shouldn’t be trusting him, right? Holding to Jeongguk’s waist like he’s doing now shouldn’t give him a sense of security.

He almost feels bad when they get there and he has to let go of Jeongguk, already missing the warmth of the younger on his body. He still gets off the motorbike, legs a bit wobbly: the way here was definitely longer than the five laps in the race, and even if it’s not unpleasant, it’s a foreign feeling.

Soon enough Jeongguk is on the sidewalk beside him, and they both make their way to the restaurant. Dinner is okay, Taehyung guesses. As far at first dates go—because even if Taehyung was adamant to clarify he wasn't asking Jeongguk out last week, he doesn't think Jeongguk believed him for a moment—this one is much normal. He learns stuff about Jeongguk he probably should know from before (Jeongguk is from Busan, he likes drawing and he lives here alone) and tells the younger small pieces about himself in exchange.

 "So, Jeongguk," Taehyung starts once they're done eating, digging his elbows on the table and looking right at the other. Jeongguk stares back, expression blank, but Taehyung doesn't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows thickly—and nervously, maybe. "What do you do? Apart from, you know, risking your life for a few thousand won every Saturday."

There is a scoff, and then Jeongguk is rolling his eyes as he says, "You have sounded just like my mom, wow." Taehyung giggles, covering his mouth with his palm, and Jeongguk smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I actually don't do anything else. Racing pays well, so why should I bother?" he shrugs.

Taehyung gives him a pointed look, sighing. “You’re such a mess. Even messier than me and Namjoon combined, wow.”

“Am not!” he exclaims, frowning slightly. Taehyung laughs at him, and Jeongguk leans back on his seat as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Who even is Namjoon, anyway?”

“Why, are you jealous?” Taehyung asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Jeongguk tries to scowl, but the corners of his mouth still lift up in a tiny smile. “He is a friend of mine, ah. He is so smart, but also a clumsy fuck, so we aren’t the other best combination.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jeongguk asks, “Huh? Why not, what’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t think things through sometimes, thought you would have noticed,” he replies with a blinding smile.

Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip, staring at Taehyung for a moment before he says, “I mean, after the tonight’s events I can say I am not surprised by that. Not everyone has the guts to get into a motorcycle in races like these, especially with guys they don’t know.”

“You’re overreacting,” Taehyung teases, resting his chin on his palm. It’s the same with you not wanting me to go with you. You’re good at what you do, and so is Yixing, so why do you worry so much?”

Jeongguk gives him a pointed look, the kind of stare adults give kids whenever they say something too stupid, and then he replies, "Even if I am good things can go wrong. Experienced, professional racers fall and hurt themselves all the time, you know? Besides, these things aren't exactly fair play."

“It's cute how you keep trying to protect me,” Taehyung says cheekily, watching Jeongguk look away in embarrassment. He could swear his cheeks go a little pink, but it's hard to tell with the restaurant's lighting. “But I have bought you that dinner already, haven't I? Guess you won't mind me joining in the races more often now.”

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk starts, Taehyung rising his eyebrows at him. He looks kind of flustered, like he doesn’t really know what to say, and Taehyung thinks it’s adorable. “Why are you so eager to get on my nerves? Or do you just have a death wish?”

“A mix of both, actually,” Taehyung laughs, throwing his head back. He hears Jeongguk sigh, but when he looks back at the younger there is a playful smile on his lips. “I bet you look hot when you’re mad.”

Out of all the ways Jeongguk could have reacted to Taehyung’s words, the elder definitely wasn’t expecting the strangled noise in the back of his throat Jeongguk made right then. Now Taehyung could clearly see he was blushing, and he smiled to himself while Jeongguk babbled, “No, it’s not like—hyung.”

It is somehow refreshing to see Jeongguk get flustered, Taehyung thinks. He has already seen more than enough of Jeongguk’s cool side, of the racer that risks his life and is arrogant in the way people who are good at that they do can afford to be. He was sure that Jeongguk was only like that on Saturday nights with an audience, so even if watching Jeongguk laugh and blush is not a surprise, it still feels gratifying to get him like this.

“Is it not?” Taehyung asks, watching Jeongguk duck his head as he mutters a no. “Then, how is it? You always seem pretty composed, I must admit I would like to see you get angry.”

Clicking his tongue, Jeongguk replies, “It’s nothing like that. I just—get really whiny at first. And if things get more serious then I just yell a lot. But it’s hard to make me really mad, so…”

“I’m sure I will manage to make you angry,” he teases, Jeongguk scoffing at him. “What, you think I won’t? You’re underestimating my pissing-people-off skills, Jeonggukie. You wound me.”

"That's if I keep you around for long enough for you to become annoying," he states with a solemn face. Taehyung knows he's kidding—they are on a date after all, aren't they?—so he puffs out his cheeks and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. "What are you—Taehyung, come on, don’t tell me you’re trying to act cute right now! You’re the hyung, for fuck’s sake,” he says, but his voice sounds a little strained, and that makes Taehyung’s mind work.

Pretending to be offended, Taehyung squeaks, “Oi! I am cute.” Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, so he adds, “If I weren’t, why are you looking as flustered as you do now? Come on, Jeongguk, don’t be a tsundere, admit you like me and my company at least a tiny bit.”

“Well,” Jeongguk starts, looking down at his fidgeting fingers. Taehyung has to bite back a smile, the sight before him being so adorable it makes his stomach twist pleasantly. “I’m here, ain’t I?

“So soft,” Taehyung coos, watching Jeongguk roll his eyes with a smile on his face.  “So you really are a tsundere after all, huh?”

"Yah, Taehyung, stop it," he whines, making Taehyung laugh rather loudly. Luckily for them, the restaurant is empty now—which reminds Taehyung that they should leave soon so the staff can close. Jeongguk seems to read his mind, because then he says, "I think we should be leaving now."

Taehyung hums, agreeing. Before they leave Jeongguk goes greet one of the cooks, who is his friend and the whole reason why he knows the place. It has been nice, to spend time with Jeongguk like this, but Taehyung doesn’t want to end the night already. There is the feeling that it is somehow incomplete, that there is something missing, and Taehyung just doesn’t feel like this is the right time to go home.

 

“Hyung,” Jeongguk starts them, and there is something terribly endearing about Jeongguk calling him hyung. He cannot exactly pinpoint what is it, but he adores it. “I―would you like to go somewhere before we head home?”

It takes Taehyung off guard, the sudden and unexpected boldness on Jeongguk’s question, so Taehyung stares at him for a moment, dazzled. Jeongguk squirms under his gaze, and starts to say, “We don’t have you if you don’t want to! It’s just that, um―I was having fun, so I thought that maybe…”

“Yah, Jeongguk-ah, I never said no,” Taehyung protests, half-jokingly, half-seriously. Jeongguk’s tongue darts to wet his lips, and Taehyung decides to stop torturing the poor boy already. “I would love to, dumbass. You’re so cute when you are nervous, you should ask me out more often.”

Jeongguk stares at Taehyung for a couple seconds, blinking slowly before a smug smile appears on his face. It doesn’t take much for Taehyung to realize that the cute, shy Jeongguk that he had been getting to know during dinner was gone. This seemed more like Jeongguk’s racer persona―not that Taehyung didn’t like this side of the young, but he was starting to get used to Jeongguk’s sweetest façade.

That's how Taehyung finds himself in a club with Jeongguk twenty minutes later. Truth is, Taehyung is used to the fanciest and most expensive clubs of Seoul nightlife, so he has no clue where they are when Jeongguk drives them to a good place I know, like the younger had referred to wherever the hell they are.

It’s not worse or better―just different. The club and the people around him are nothing like what Taehyung is used to, and he cannot help but look around himself with curious eyes. “Stop looking so amazed, rich boy,” Jeongguk half-yells on his ear, making Taehyung suddenly aware of their proximity. His side is barely brushing Jeongguk’s chest, but it still makes Taehyung’s skin literally burn. “Someone might take it the wrong way and try to punch you.”

“Then I will just punch them back,” Taehyung announces, making Jeongguk burst into laughter. “What are you laughing at, brat?”

“You are going to try to punch someone with those noodle-arms of you?” Jeongguk asks, wrapping slender fingers around Taehyung’s arms. The elder doesn’t know if he should be offended, amused or turned on, so he just blinks at Jeongguk.

He is not about to let Jeongguk make a fool of him, though. He is sure that Jeongguk’s teasing words have a flirty intention, just like the touch on his arm, and Taehyung can be flirty. Once Jeongguk lets go of him, he deliberately licks his lips and sinks his teeth on his bottom lip, looking at Jeongguk through his eyelashes.

“Luckily for me,” he starts, mimicking Jeongguk and raising his hands to touch Jeongguk’s bicep. He is shameless than the younger, though, feeling the hard muscle under his fingertips. “I have you and these guns to punch them for me, don’t I?”

Jeongguk bites down on his lips before muttering something Taehyung doesn’t quite catch, but it’s okay. He takes Jeongguk’s hand on his, dragging him further into the dancefloor. Taehyung isn’t quite sure of what kind of dancer he expects Jeongguk to be. In any case, not a really good one―Jeongguk already is an amazing racer and can draw well, it wouldn’t be fair for the rest of humans if he also was a good dancer.

Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung's neck, pulling him closer as Taehyung holds his narrow hips tightly. Dancing at clubs is not really that hard―just some hip moving with a bit of grinding―but there is something about the way Jeongguk is swinging his hips that makes Taehyung's head spin. Maybe it is because he still has to get used to Jeongguk, or maybe it's because he's starting to develop a huge weak spot for the younger. Either way, it is the fact that it's Jeongguk what makes Taehyung feel like he has been set on fire.

Neither Jeongguk nor Taehyung has had a drop of alcohol―Jeongguk is driving them both home and Taehyung is sympathetic; besides, he doesn't quite trust his drunk self on a motorbike―but Taehyung still feels a bit drunk. His cheeks are flushed, and he can hear Jeongguk's breath start to get uneven. It's good to be able to see it clearly, that he affects Jeongguk as much as Jeongguk affects him. Something tells Taehyung that he shouldn't be so weak for him after three only meetings, but he can’t help it and he has never been one to go against the current.

And then Jeongguk's hand falls from his place around Taehyung's neck to his waist, and the younger whispers in his ear, "Turn around." Taehyung barely hears it, as caught up as he is both in the music and in Jeongguk, but as soon as his mind processes the request he cannot move quickly enough. This time, Jeongguk’s hand moves to hold his hipbone, and Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip when Jeongguk’s crotch first presses against his ass. It’s tentative, at first―but tentative isn’t really Taehyung’s style, so he just leans his back into Jeongguk’s chest completely, hearing the strangled noise the younger lets out when Taehyung grinds on him.

"Fuck," comes Jeongguk's strained whisper, his breath warm on the exposed skin of Taehyung's neck. The younger's hand climbs to Taehyung's waist, fingers digging into the skin even through the fabric of his t-shirt. And Taehyung―Taehyung is too far gone now, so he just leans his head back on Jeongguk's shoulder, baring his neck to him. Maybe it's weird to have someone kiss his neck before even kissing him on the lips, but somehow Jeongguk’s lips on the column of his throat are what he wants the most.

Jeongguk doesn’t indulge him, though. He noses at the elder’s jaw, lets his breath fan over Taehyung’s skin, raising goosebumps, but he doesn’t kiss him, and it is driving Taehyung crazy. Pressed up against Jeongguk like he is, he can literally feel how aroused the younger is, his semi firmly pressed against Taehyung’s ass while they dance.

He looks up to Jeongguk’s eyes, and he finds him already looking at him with dark, hooded eyes. It makes something twist inside of Taehyung, the way Jeongguk is looking at him. It seems charged with want, and Taehyung nearly moans. Somehow, even Jeongguk’s eyes on him feel borderline lewd.

"Jeongguk," Taehyung breathes, making Jeongguk squeeze his waist in acknowledgment. "Jeongguk, fuck, I―”

“I know,” Jeongguk interrupts. “Just—God, Tae.”

“Can we—can we go outside?” he asks. Some emotion that vaguely resembles disappointments flashes in Jeongguk’s eyes, and Taehyung wants to tell him that he also wants it, he also is dying to kiss him, but not like this. Not in a club, surrounded by people. He wants to be sure Jeongguk wants to kiss him because he likes him, and not just because Taehyung was grinding on his crotch moments before.

“Do you want to go home?” Jeongguk asks, body stilling against Taehyung’s, and the elder bites down on his lip while he thinks about it. Maybe he should go home before he does something he or Jeongguk might regret—not that making out or having sex with Jeongguk is something he is going to regret, but there’s still a bit of a romantic inside of Taehyung. So he nods, Jeongguk letting go of his waist, and the moment the younger’s body isn’t pressed against his back anymore Taehyung feels cold.

He cannot help but notice how Jeongguk seems to be tense after that, body stiff in the way home. They eventually get there, and for the first time in the whole night Taehyung feels awkward, not knowing what to say—

“Taehyung," Jeongguk starts, looking down at his feet. "Did I—did I do something wrong? Because—“

“What?” interrupts Taehyung, Jeongguk looking up to meet his eyes as he nibbles on his bottom lip. ”Is this about me asking to leave?” A nod. Taehyung swallows, not quite sure of how he can explain this to the younger without sounding like a creep who is already in too deep. “It's not that I wasn't having a good time, I just—”

“Why didn't you let me kiss you?” Jeongguk asks, not beating around the bush. He looks genuinely confused, and that makes Taehyung wonder if he feels the same Taehyung does. He has been trying to convince himself it's way too early to feel the connection he feels he has with Jeongguk, but maybe it wasn't just on his mind. He doesn't think he minds whether it's too early or not if Jeongguk feels it, too.

“I wanted to kiss you,” Taehyung replies, making Jeongguk's frown deepen. “Fuck, I want you to kiss me more than anything, but I want to do things the right way. I don't—I don't want you to kiss me just because I riled you up and you're horny, you know?” he adds, Jeongguk narrowing his eyes at him. “I want to do things with you the right way—well, if you want to, too.”

Jeongguk stares at him for a moment, lips parted as if he's ready to speak, but doesn't exactly know what to say. “I don't want to kiss you just because I'm horny,” he says, and if Taehyung said his heart doesn't beat a bit faster at this he would be lying. ”I know we haven't known each other for long and that this is probably rushing it, but—fuck, I like you so much already  and we barely know each other. When you asked if we could go outside I thought I had fucked up. I was scared shitless because I don't really want to ruin things with you, you know?” Taehyung exhales, half on relief, half on anticipation. Relief because now he knows Jeongguk and he want the same things, and anticipation—well, because this is it, right? He might not want to dirtily make out with Jeongguk on a dancefloor—for now—but he's not opposed to a goodnight kiss on his doorstep after a more than great date. Especially not after a confession like this.

“Jeongguk,” he starts, physically having to restrain himself from pressing himself close against Jeongguk. Not to hug him, not to kiss him, but he just wants to be close to the younger. He likes the funny thing his chest does when they're close. “Can I kiss you?”

Jeongguk doesn't say anything immediately, his pink tongue darting to wet his pink lips, and Taehyung thinks that's telling enough. He takes it as his cue to cup the younger's jaw, Jeongguk's fingers clinging softly to the fabric on Taehyung's shirt. “Yeah,” Jeongguk ends up mumbling against Taehyung's lips. “Yeah, you can.”

And that's all he needs, really. He leans forward, closing the space between them. Not that Taehyung has imagined what kissing Jeongguk is like—he decided to push the thoughts away from his mind as soon as they appeared. But this, the way Jeongguk’s lips feel soft and pliant under his, Taehyung is way sure it’s better than anything he could have imagined.

He’s surprised when Jeongguk bites down softly on his bottom lip, parting his mouth to let out a small whine, and Jeongguk takes that chance to let his tongue make all the way to Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung laughs against Jeongguk’s lips as the other exhales through his nose, breath tickling Taehyung’s skin. He knows this is probably crossing his own lines, but Jeongguk is licking the roof of his mouth in a way that makes his knees go a little weak, so he can’t help but let his hands wander to Jeongguk’s hair, tugging softly and pressing him closer. Jeongguk’s arms are wrapped tightly around his waist, and Taehyung can sense it getting more and more heated as Jeongguk’s tongue brushes over his.

It physically hurts, but he manages to pull himself away from Jeongguk, resting his forehead against his and panting on the younger’s mouth. “Okay, okay,” he says, more to himself than to Jeongguk. “Wow.”

Wow would be an understatement. Taehyung has kissed his fair amount of people. Has had good first kisses, bad first kisses, and non-memorable first kisses at all. He has kissed people he had feelings for and also people whose names he didn't even know. This one—it was just one kiss, but at the same time, it wasn't. It wasn't overly sweet, but it's not like it was especially dirty either. It wasn't a very long kiss, it didn't have a lot of feeling without it, and the story behind it definitely was in the average category.

But it still was especial, probably one of the most especial Taehyung had even given and received. It had just the right amount of intention and the right amount of uncertainty. There's the playfulness of two people who don't really know each other that well and are testing the waters, but also the sweetness that is only there when you like the person you're going to kiss. This kiss—it tastes like a beginning.


 

After coming home on Saturday night, Taehyung decides to isolate himself from the rest of the world in order to accept that yeah, he maybe had a tiny—huge—crush on Jeon Jeongguk. Under normal circumstances, he would have probably spent the day texting with Jeongguk, but these weren't normal circumstances at all. Taehyung doesn't even have his number, and this is probably the first time he doesn’t have someone’s telephone after going on a date. It’s not like he doesn’t know where to find Jeongguk, anyway. The only inconvenience is that he can only go there once a week, but at least it’s better than nothing at all.

The only contact with another human being he has is with Jimin through texting, reassuring his friend that he got home safely. He feels bad about leaving the other’s texts asking about Jeongguk on read, so just replies a vague I’ll tell you tomorrow before throwing his phone away—not literally—for the rest of the day.

Monday, however, is a completely different deal. Jimin is waiting along with Namjoon and Hoseok for him to get out of class, and Taehyung knows he cannot get out of this one. His friends drag him to the cafeteria of his building, and it’s only when Taehyung is distractedly on his sandwich that Jimin asks,

“Taehyung,” he starts, looking at his friend as if he’s about to say something very serious. “What happened with Jeon the other night?”

“Nothing happened with Jeongguk,” he replies, putting special emphasis on the younger’s name. Somehow, it feels awkward now to have his friends call him Jeon—sounds too frivolous. Taehyung is getting to know Jeongguk, so using his real name seems way more intimate, and also more appropriate. “I didn’t get laid, if that’s what you are implying.”

"The—it's not!" Jimin squeaks as Hoseok chokes on his orange juice, coughing loudly. They get a few dirty looks from the other students in the cafeteria, and although Namjoon shushes them and tells them to calm down there's still a smile on his face. "C'mon, don't be secretive, we know you love to brag about your sentimental life."

Huffing, Taehyung bites back, “Unlike others who refuse to tell anything even to their closest friends, I do.” Jimin sticks his tongue at him, and Taehyung sighs before he carries on. “But there is not much to tell? I mean, we had dinner and then neither of us wanted to go home, so we just went clubbing.” He bites down on his bottom lip. “And then we almost kissed, he drove me home, we actually kissed and that’s it.”

Hoseok and Namjoon say aww at the same time, and Jimin claps his hands. “See! That’s good. I am assuming you are going to meet with him again. Have you been talking to him? God, I bet you two text like saps, you always have—”

“I don’t have his number,” Taehyung says then, cutting Jimin’s chattering. He can feel Hoseok and Namjoon look at him like that, in the way they do when Taehyung does something overly stupid. Maybe not asking the guy he likes—like, likes, likes—for his telephone number after a wonderful, fantastic, amazing, extraordinary date was indeed stupid. “What? We were busy doing date stuff like getting to know each other and sucking face, asking for his number was the last of my priorities.”

Namjoon sighs, saying, “It should have been,” which, okay. Taehyung knows, thank you very much, he doesn’t need them all to tell him. “What are you going to do? You can’t go to the races this week, it’s Hayi’s birthday party.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at the mention of Namjoon’s girlfriend and her birthday party. He didn’t remember about it at all, and was already planning to go to the races—to Jeongguk—again this Saturday. He knows that even if Namjoon won’t get mad if he doesn’t go, he still is not going to be pleased about Taehyung skipping just to go meet a boy he has known for less than a month. Hayi is a very lovely girl, really, and Taehyung is on good terms with her, so skipping is not an option. But on the other hand, if he suddenly disappears for two weeks it might look like he’s ignoring Jeongguk, and that’s the last thing he wants to do. He could explain when he meets Jeongguk again, sure, but two weeks is a long time, and Jeongguk could come to a lot of conclusions in that time. Especially since he has a lot of spare time.

Maybe he could just stop by, tell Jeongguk why he cannot stay—and ask for his stupid number—and then go to the party. That would imply either taking his car to the party (which would also imply not drinking) or taking a lot of taxis. He’s going to try to get Jimin to ask Yoongi for Jeongguk’s contact details, although it doesn’t seem likely that Yoongi will have that kind of information—it doesn’t seem likely that people involved in stuff as illegal as this would go around exchanging their address and phone number.

“It’s okay,” Taehyung mumbles as Jimin looks at him with curious eyes. “I’ll think of something.”


 

Saturday night comes around, and Taehyung did not manage to get Jeongguk’s phone number from Yoongi. That’s why he’s back at the races, his car parked a couple blocks away—there’s no way he’s leaving a car as nice as his in there, thank you very much. He spots Jeongguk as soon as he gets there, the younger already talking to his friend. Taehyung thinks it’s JB but he’s not really sure. Might ask Jeongguk about it at some point.

He doesn’t really like to interrupt conversations, but he has no time to lose right now. He has already texted Hayi he’s on his way there, so he’s kind of in a rush. He doesn’t think about it twice before approaching the pair, the younger’s s friend seeing Taehyung and nudging Jeongguk.

The way Jeongguk’s brown eyes light up when he sees Taehyung is—well, flattering. He feels warmth spread on his chest as Jeongguk smiles at him, waving, and Taehyung almost misses Jeongguk’s friend leaving. He makes a mental note to tell Jeongguk to say thanks to JB later, when he actually has time to properly speak to the younger.

“Hey,” Jeongguk starts nonchalantly, and really, Taehyung wishes he could do this, but he doesn’t want Namjoon to cut his balls.

“Hi, Guk-ah, I am not staying here tonight,” he rushes in, watching Jeongguk first grin at the affectionate name and then frown at the confession. “It’s—I have a friend’s birthday party, but I just came here to let you know I am not avoiding you or anything. Also, can I have your number? Because I kind of have been wanting to talk to you for the whole week, and only after I got home last week I realized I had never asked for your number.”

“That’s—okay, that’s a lot, but sure?” Jeongguk replies, sounding uncertain. He still fishes on his jacket’s pocket, unzipping it and taking his phone. He unlocks it quickly and then gives it to Taehyung, saying, “Just save your number and I’ll text you later today, after the race is done.”

Beaming as he takes the phone and types his number into it—he totally does not save himself as TaeTae accompanied by a purple heart emoji, nope—as he says, “Ah, that’s perfect, Jeonggukie. Also, remember what I said last week about how you should ask me out more often? I totally still stand by what I said,” he states, giving Jeongguk his phone back. The younger makes a strangled noise on the back of his throat and looks at him with wide eyes, and Taehyung cannot help but smile. “What? I asked you out last time, it’s only fair that you do know.”

Jeongguk laughs cheerfully, and the sound makes the corners of Taehyung’s lips lift up in a small smile as well. “I will, hyung, don’t worry,” he assures, pocketing his phone before looking up at Taehyung away, licking his lips.

“I—I should go now,” announces Taehyung, aware of how pained he sounds. It has a lot to do with the fact that he cannot help but stare at Jeongguk’s pink tongue wet his lips, and that he wishes he could cover them with his own. He’s about to lean in—because they can do that now, right? Kissing each other without asking for permission—when he realizes they are in public, and even if he’s not ashamed of whom he likes or doesn’t care much about privacy, Jeongguk might not be like him. So he whispers, low enough so only Jeongguk hears, “Can I kiss you?”

Jeongguk doesn't reply, holding one of Taehyung's wrists and tugging at his arm softly to pull him closer. It was sort of unexpected, and Taehyung looks at Jeongguk with wide eyes while the younger cups his jaw and crushes their lips together, but it doesn't make it any worse. Jeongguk's mouth is still as good as he remembers—no, it's even better. He sighs softly when Jeongguk’s other hand lets go of his wrist to settle on his hip, and this is truly what Taehyung has been longing for the whole week.

It’s short, but Taehyung still feels satisfied when he pulls away. This time Jeongguk’s mouth tastes like toothpaste, but there’s also something sweet that Taehyung cannot identify.

“Okay,” he starts, leaning his forehead against Jeongguk’s with his eyes still closed. “Okay, I really need to go now, if I don’t want Namjoon hyung to kill me.”

Jeongguk cackles, and Taehyung opens his eyes just in time to watch the shape of that pretty mouth when Jeongguk is laughing. “Go now, Taehyung,” he says, reaching to squeeze Taehyung’s hand. That gesture alone makes Taehyung feels dizzy, but he still takes a step back with an apologetic smile. It’s not hard to deduce Jeongguk wishes Taehyung could stay as much as he himself does. “I’ll text you!”

“I’ll be waiting,” Taehyung replies with a smile. “Bye, Jeongguk. Good luck today!”


 

Jeongguk giggles into the kiss, tugging softly at Taehyung’s bottom lip before leaning in again. Parting his lips even further, Taehyung cups Jeongguk’s jaw and pulls him closer, so Taehyung is practically sprawled on the couch with Jeongguk on top of him. Dinner dates at home are Taehyung’s favorite, and unrushed making out sessions like this are the reason why.

It’s not just that Jeongguk is a great kisser—even if that helps a lot. Jeongguk’s lips are wet both with his own and with Taehyung’s saliva, and they slide over the elder’s like they have been doing this forever. Jeongguk’s mouth still faintly tastes like the banana milk he had for dessert (“Hyung, do you happen to have banana milk? he had asked, and Taehyung was lucky his younger siblings were over one week ago), but it’s not unpleasant at all. There’s also this taste that is so terribly Jeongguk, and even if they haven't kissed that many times—just three, because Taehyung thinks that counting separately all the kisses they have shared this evening is cheating—Taehyung already feels himself getting familiar with it.

However, it’s not just that, no. It’s also that nothing feels rushed at all, and even if Jeongguk’s tongue is working wonders in his mouth it still seems like the perfect pace to do things. It’s deep, but not heated, and every time any of them pulls away to breathe the come crashing down against each other within seconds, like they cannot get enough.

But people say all good things must come to an end, and kissing the living daylights out of Jeongguk would not be an exception. This time, when Jeongguk pulls away to catch his breath and Taehyung tries to catch his lips with his own again, the younger avoids him. Taehyung pouts, but Jeongguk is quick to reply, “I should get going now, it’s already late.”

Taehyung frowns, tugging at Jeongguk's arm to take a look at his watch, and—yeah, it's later than he thought it would be. "Oh," he says, realizing he must have gotten caught up in the kissing. Nobody can blame him, though. "You're leaving already?"

"Tae, it's past midnight," Jeongguk laughs, as if the time was relevant right now. Who cares about the time when he could spend some more quality time kissing Jeongguk? His lips are swollen and red now, more inviting than ever, and Taehyung really has to hold back so he can actually talk to him. “It’s late now, I don’t want to be a bother—”

Raising his eyebrows, Taehyung mutters, “Do you think this is bothering me?” He presses a peck to Jeongguk’s lips, that becomes two and then three. “Feel free to bother me more often, then. Annoy the fuck out of me, my body is ready.”

“You’re so stupid,” Jeongguk replies with a smile. Taehyung grins up at him from where he’s laying under the younger’s body. “But…”

"Besides, you've been drinking wine. If you feel half as dizzy as I feel, then there's no way I'm letting you go back home on your motorcycle."

Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip as if thinking about it. He's probably going to fight back, but Taehyung can see how flushed his cheeks are, and he's sure it's not just because of the kissing. Okay, maybe he wants Jeongguk to stay because he would like to resume what they were doing minutes ago, but he, of course, doesn't want the younger to die. Or, well, get a ticket. "Taehyung…" Jeongguk starts, but the elder cuts him.

“You can stay the night if you want. I mean, nothing has to happen,” he clarifies quickly. “It’s just that now that I’ve finally gotten myself a hot date I don’t want him to crash his motorbike because of drinking and driving, you know?”

“Don’t jinx it!” says Jeongguk with a groan, throwing his head back as Taehyung laughs. Maybe his chuckles are a litter louder than they should, because it’s really not that funny, but the truth is they have drunk a lot of wine tonight. In addition, he feels a little inebriated in everything Jeongguk—his kisses mostly, but also his scent, his touch and his presence overall—too.

Taehyung beams at Jeongguk, who is still hovering over him on the couch, and then he says, “It doesn’t matter if I jinx it or not. You’re staying here tonight, aren’t you?”

Jeongguk seems conflicted for a moment, but Taehyung still has the certainty that he’s going to say yes. If he doesn’t—well, plan B would be clinging to Jeongguk like a koala until he gave up, but Taehyung is sure he won’t have to get to that extremes. “Are you sure it’s not a bother?” Jeongguk asks, Taehyung rapidly nodding at him. The younger smiles, then, pressing a kiss on the tip of Taehyung’s nose before he says, “Then sure. I’ll stay.”

“Excellent,” says Taehyung, curling his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and pulling him down for another kiss. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my charms. Nobody is.”

“That’s extra as hell,” Jeongguk replies distractedly, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of Taehyung’s mouth.

The elder is so ready to welcome Jeongguk’s lips on his again, but then he starts peppering kisses down his jawline, and it’s not like Taehyung can complain. They’re soft, nearly featherlight, and the feeling of Jeongguk’s soft pillowy lips on the skin of his jaw and then his neck makes him ticklish.

And nothing else happens that night, really. Taehyung has a guest room, so there's no reason for them to share a bed—yet. He gives Jeongguk a big t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, as well as the spare toothbrush he keeps in the bathroom cabinet. It feels oddly domestic, and it's been a while since Taehyung last did this with someone, but Jeongguk is able to make it feel strangely new and familiar at the same time.

“You already know where the kitchen and bathroom are,” Taehyung instructs before they go to sleep, leaning against the frame of the door as Jeongguk stares up at him from the bed. “But my bedroom is at the end of the hallway, so don’t hesitate to come over there if you need anything.”

“Anything?” Jeongguk repeats, wiggling his eyebrows at Taehyung in a rather suggestive way. The elder laughs, amused.

“Anything,” Taehyung replies with a wink, making Jeongguk grin.

It should be the end of it, but then Jeongguk stands up and walks to Taehyung in two steps, saying, “Hey hyung. Even if I say that stuff—I don’t really mean it, you know?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, and Jeongguk rushes to add, “Like, not that I wouldn’t like having sex with you—I’m sure that would be pretty amazing, actually. But that’s not what I want. I’m not—I’m not looking for a fling, you know?” he ends up saying, biting his bottom lip and looking at Taehyung once he’s done.

“Ah, you’re so cute,” Taehyung replies, tilting his head to the side to look at the younger. Jeongguk frowns a little, so Taehyung adds, “I am not looking for a fling either. I was hoping you’d become more than that.”

Jeongguk seems relieved, breathing a soft, “Good. That’s good.”

Almost like two magnets being drawn to each other, Taehyung’s mouth finds Jeongguk at the same one of the younger’s hands clings lightly to the fabric of his t-shirt. This time Jeongguk’s lips are a little needier against his, teeth nipping softly on his bottom lip until Taehyung opens his mouth for him.

Taehyung is hoping that in a few months he’ll get to know what each one of the ways in which Jeongguk means. Maybe he’ll be able to read the younger’s feelings by just kissing him, and maybe he’ll need even less than that. But as of now—he has Jeongguk kissing him after kind of admitting he wants them to be something, so it’s not like he could ask for anything else.


 

Taehyung wakes up the next morning to the sound of the toilet flushing. It’s the first time in months—maybe it’s been more than a year, actually—that something like that happens, and for a moment Taehyung is startled. But the events from last night quickly come to his mind, so he finds himself smiling blissfully at the ceiling while he hears Jeongguk hesitantly walk around his apartment, probably back to the bedroom. Taehyung knows the awkwardness of sleeping over at someone’s place and waking up before them, and he also knows Jeongguk can be a bit awkward by himself already, so he rushes to get out of bed.

When he opens the door of his bedroom he finds Jeongguk before the door to his, looking startled on Taehyung’s direction. “Rise and shine, Jeonggukie!” he greets, starting to walk in the direction of the younger. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” Jeongguk replies, letting Taehyung press a kiss on his cheek (he’d rather kiss those pink, inviting lips of his, but morning breath is a bitch, and he doesn’t need to ruin his kisses with Jeongguk this soon). Jeongguk’s voice is rough with sleep, and even if the sleepiness of it is endearing, it also is somehow hot. “Did you?”

Taehyung hums affirmatively, still feeling too sleepy to elaborate if not necessary. “Do you want breakfast?”

Cooking with Jeongguk is an experience, and even if it’s just pancakes they still manage to make it somehow dangerous. Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist and hooks his chin on his shoulder while he’s trying to cook, and that is distracting. As if that weren’t enough, he keeps rocking his body side to side while humming on Taehyung’s ear, kissing his nape every once in a while, and how is he supposed to focus like that?

“Yah, Jeongguk,” he reprimands when Jeongguk pinches his sides, almost making him flip the pan over. “If the pancakes turn out to be shit it’s totally your fault for distracting the chef, you jackass.”

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Jeongguk says, muffling the giggle that follows by pressing a kiss to Taehyung's clothed shoulder. It's a bit uncomfortable, trying to make pancakes with a twenty-year-old man clinging to him, but Taehyung has no reason to complain.

It’s only after they’re done eating, cleaning up and brushing their teeth—the most urgent thing, if you ask Taehyung—that Taehyung manages to get his hands on Jeongguk again. The younger is sitting on Taehyung’s countertop, thick thighs wrapped tightly around Taehyung’s waist and pulling him closer. Maybe it’s because testosterone is higher in the mornings, or maybe it’s because something has been building up between them since last night. But this time, the way Jeongguk kisses him is borderline obscene, mouth open for Taehyung’s tongue to lick everything he can reach.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jeongguk moans, his heels digging into the small of Taehyung’s back. Only the thin fabric of their t-shirts and sweatpants is separating them, but Taehyung feels like that’s two layers too many. “I know I said last night I wasn’t in just for the sex, but I am not opposed to sex right now, if I’m being honest.”

“Thank God," Taehyung groans, letting his hands wander up the expanse of Jeongguk's thighs. They don't feel delicate, or any cliché like that: Taehyung finds himself enjoying how strong they feel under his palms, likes feeling the strong muscle clench and relax under his fingertips. "You're so fucking hot, Jeongguk," he says, followed by a whine that Jeongguk swallows.

It doesn't take them too long to move it to the bedroom—the guest room, because Taehyung is going to change those sheets, either way, so he'd rather not stain his own and do twice as much laundry. Jeongguk lays on the bed, Taehyung straddling his hips while still kissing him, and now he finally gets rid of both their t-shirts.

It’s not like Taehyung didn’t know Jeongguk has a nice body, really. It’s noticeable even when Jeongguk is wearing clothes, extremely so when you’re pressed against it like the night they went clubbing. But being able to finally see it with his own eyes—to say that Taehyung is mesmerized would be an understatement. Taehyung isn’t aware he’s touching Jeongguk until he sees his hands roam down Jeongguk’s slightly paler skin.

“Jeongguk, baby,” Taehyung mumbles as his fingers trail down Jeongguk’s chest, making all the way to his abdomen. It’s fascinating, the way in which the muscles of Jeongguk’s abs contract as he shudders, just because of Taehyung’s touch. Suddenly his head isn’t as clear anymore, the dizziness of last night coming back to him.

"Please," Jeongguk replies, voice sounding needy and charged with want. Taehyung smiles widely, leaning forward to kiss down the same trail that his fingers did moments ago. He takes his sweet time nibbling on the skin over the waistband of Jeongguk's—which are Taehyung's—sweatpants, adorning it with little red marks that will fade within minutes. "Taehyung, c'mon, don't tease."

“Hm?” asks Taehyung, looking up at Jeongguk as he settles in the middle of his parted thighs. He still sits back on his heels, pulling lightly at Jeongguk’s sweatpants. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeonggukie.”

Jeongguk groans, lifting his hips off the mattress, and Taehyung takes that as his cue to tug at the younger’s pants, revealing his underwear. Taehyung gets rid of the sweatpants before leaning forward to palm at Jeongguk’s bulge, the younger bucking up into his hand.

“Touch me,” Jeongguk half-begs, half commands. Taehyung has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper, the sight before him being extremely arousing. Jeongguk is so hot, and what’s even hotter if that he’s all riled up just for Taehyung. In this very moment, Jeongguk looks like he’s ready to take whatever Taehyung wants to do to him and fuck, isn’t that the hottest thing ever.

But then again, he doesn't want to go too fast. Inviting your maybe-boyfriend to spend the night after a second date is already a bit too much for Taehyung's concept of romance, so he's not taking Jeongguk's dick up his ass today. Down his throat—that's a different story. "Can I suck you off?" he asks regardless of the fact that he knows Jeongguk is going to say yes. He just wants to make sure he isn't doing anything the younger isn't comfortable with or doesn't really like.

“What? Yeah, yeah, of course you can, babe,” Jeongguk replies in a rush, expression of pure bliss on his face.

Not to flatter himself, but Taehyung is pretty good at blowjobs. Hoseok often teases him, saying that sucking dick is a talent not everyone is born with, and Taehyung has to agree. He’s really fucking good, and he’s going to make Jeongguk come so hard down his throat—or on his face, maybe. That would be hot, Taehyung thinks while running his fingers up and down Jeongguk’s upper legs.

“Good,” Taehyung replies, moving in between Jeongguk’s parted legs so he can kiss the smooth skin of his inner thighs.

He wishes he could suck and mark the skin, even if—he is hoping—nobody else will see, but he doesn’t know if Jeongguk likes that. The premise of getting to know Jeongguk like this makes excitement bubble up inside of him—he wants to learn what are Jeongguk’s weak spots and turn on-s, what he likes the most, how to get him coming hard and fast. He wants to discover all of Jeongguk’s kinks, wants to know how Jeongguk looks and sounds when he comes—maybe laugh at him if he does weird faces. And the most amazing part is that right now, right here Taehyung feels like they have all the time in the world, so he’s willing to go little by little and discover everything Jeongguk is willing to show.

Soon enough he’s mouthing at Jeongguk’s dick through the fabric of the younger’s briefs, fully aware that he’s driving him crazy by tempting him but not giving him what he wants the most. But Jeongguk is so sweet, always a gentleman, and just moans as he lolls his head back into the mattress. Not even asking Taehyung to stop being a tease. Taehyung smiles, licking a broad stripe across the front of Jeongguk’s boxers, from the base of his dick to the head, tasting the pre-come that has leaked through the fabric.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk grumbles, cheeks and neck flushed bright neck. “Fuck, Taehyung, you don’t know what you do to me.”

Taehyung wants to reply that he does know, because Jeongguk does the same to him. It’s probably even worse in his case, because where Jeongguk is getting worked up from Taehyung touching him, Taehyung is just getting all hot and bothered by watching Jeongguk’s reaction. He’s always been a generous partner during sex, taking as much pleasure on making his partner feel good as he does when he’s the one being stimulated.

“God, I can’t wait to have you in my mouth,” Taehyung says, voicing his thoughts. His voice sounds strangled, way too eager, but he doesn’t care. Jeongguk is leaking pre-come like crazy just for him, squirming on the bed, and the best part is Taehyung is just getting started.

Hooking his thumbs on the waistband of Jeongguk's underwear, he pulls it off and throws it to the floor mindlessly. It's a weird thought to have about a dick, but as far as dicks go, Jeongguk's is pretty nice. The first thing Taehyung notices is that he’s thick—which makes Taehyung think about how wonderfully full he would feel riding Jeongguk’s dick, but that’s a story for another time. The second is that he’s hairless, which makes Taehyung reach out to fondle Jeongguk’s balls.

"So you wax?" he asks, not waiting for the more than obvious answer. It never comes, Jeongguk just groaning and attempting to cover his now even redder hair with his hands. "C’mon, don’t be embarrassed, it’s nice. It’s… smooth.”

“Oh my God, shut up and suck my dick,” Jeongguk replies, visibly flustered, and Taehyung can’t help but laugh. Jeongguk is so cute—also so hot, and Taehyung kind of wishes the younger would crush his skull with those thighs of his—that it makes Taehyung want to coo.

He doesn’t, though, clicking his tongue and replying, “Chivalry is dead, I can’t believe I am into you.” He still wraps his hand around Jeongguk’s cock, though, jerking him off slowly, as if trying to figure out how would the younger like it better. He smears the pre-come that leaks from the slit of his dick over all of it, but it still isn’t slippery enough, so he spits on his hand.

“So nasty,” Jeongguk’s voice calls, and when Taehyung looks up he finds Jeongguk already looking at him with a teasing smile on his lips. Taehyung uses his thumb then to stroke the frenulum, making Jeongguk moan.

"You don't want me to jerk you off dry," Taehyung replies, making his strokes faster with each flick of his wrist. He has always been a firm believer that monotony during sex is the biggest turn-off, so he likes to constantly change the pace and pressure of his hand on Jeongguk's dick.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Jeongguk complains, and Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at him.

He gets bored of jerking Jeongguk off soon enough, even if the small, breathy noises the younger is making are one of the hottest things he has ever heard. He brings his cock to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the corona and letting his tongue play with the slit. Jeongguk groans, and Taehyung holds down his hips with both his palms, just to make sure—he’s not ready for Jeongguk to fuck his throat just yet, but just give him a couple minutes to adjust to the weight of the other on his tongue.

Starting from the base, Taehyung gives Jeongguk’s cock a long lick all the way to the tip, making sure the younger feels the metal ball of his tongue piercing as he does so. It seems to make Jeongguk go wild, who moves one of his hands to Taehyung’s nape. It’s not like he’s pushing him down, but his touch feels encouraging, and it’s all Taehyung needs to suck Jeongguk’s dick in his mouth after giving it a few more kittenish licks.

He starts bobbing his head, tongue flat against the underside of his cock while he takes more and more of him on his mouth. Jeongguk is, indeed, thick, maybe thicker than anyone Taehyung has ever been with, and his jaw hurts slightly after a few minutes, but the good kind of pain—the same as when you get fucked really good and pain only makes it better. It’s not long until the tip of Jeongguk’s dick hits the back of his throat, and Taehyung can only relax around him while taking him deeper.

“Holy fuck,” Jeongguk says when Taehyung hollows his cheeks around him, hand fisting a handful of Taehyung’s bright red hair. “Fuck, Tae, baby, you’re so good.”

Taehyung pulls away, wrapping his fingers again around Jeongguk's cock as soon as his mouth is away. There's spit mixed with pre-come falling from the corners of his mouth, which should feel pretty disgusting, but he doesn't even bother to wipe it away. He palms himself through his sweats, his boner now borderline painful after being neglected for so long. Not that he's doing this just to get something in return, but he's still expecting Jeongguk to take care of it later.

“I’m going to suck your balls,” he announces, Jeongguk groaning at words. “Your hairless, smooth balls.”

“Fuck off—oh, God, Taehyung, fucking hell," he moans when Taehyung sucks one of his balls in his mouth. The younger's hand tightens around his hair, now pulling slightly, but just like the pain in his jaw, this is good pain. The kind of pain that has Taehyung's dick, still trapped inside his sweatpants and underwear, leaking pre-come.

“Let me know when you’re close, okay? I want you to come all over my face,” he replies before switching to Jeongguk’s other ball.

Jeongguk makes a noise that Taehyung takes as him agreeing, and resumes both his mouth and hand’s task. He jerks Jeongguk’s cock quickly now, loving the way it occasionally twitches on his hand, and it’s not long until Jeongguk is saying, “Now, Tae. F-fuck, I’m going to come.”

Taehyung pulls away, Jeongguk's hand wrapping around his own dick, and Taehyung lets go of it. He closes his eyes—because getting Jeongguk's come in his eyes doesn't sound good at all, thank you very much—as Jeongguk jerks himself off, broken moans of intelligible curses falling from his lips.

The first streaks of come land on Taehyung’s cheek, and then on his lips, on his eyelashes. He knows he probably looks like a mess, all needy and flushed with come all over his face, but fuck, it is so fucking hot. He whines, opening his eyes when he’s sure Jeongguk’s finished, and finds the other looking down at him almost in awe.

“This is so—fuck, Taehyung,” he starts, and Taehyung cannot help but crack a smile. He licks his lips, collecting the come that’s on them, and swallows it, which only makes Jeongguk groan. “You’re unbelievable. C’mon, come here.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replies as he happily obliges. Jeongguk cups his cheek, wiping the come on there with his thumb. He’s about to clean his finger on his own hip, but then Taehyung grabs his hands and says, “Gimme,” before taking Jeongguk’s thumb to his mouth. He sucks it clean, tongue lapping at the other’s finger lewdly while holding Jeongguk’s gaze, and he doesn’t miss the way the younger plays with the ball of his piercing with his thumb.

“Have I mentioned I fucking love that piercing?” Jeongguk asks when Taehyung lets his finger go with a pop, licking his lips after. Taehyung nods, remembering their first kiss right in front of Taehyung’s complex a couple weeks ago, and now that seems way too pure. “Let me get you off.”

Jeongguk insists on returning the favor in form of another blowjob, but Taehyung manages to convince him a handjob is just fine. Not that he wouldn’t love Jeongguk to suck his dick, but he feels like his balls are about to explode, and he just needs to get off as soon as possible. When he comes he does all over Jeongguk’s fist, the younger licking it clean after stroking him through his orgasm.

“We should take a shower,” Taehyung suggests after Jeongguk throws an arm around his waist and tangles their legs, nuzzling into the crook of the elder’s neck. “I’m pretty sure there’s still come on my face, and it’s starting to feel a bit gross.”

“Just for a little bit longer,” Jeongguk pleads, pressing a light kiss against Taehyung’s shoulder.

If Taehyung ends up giving in, it has nothing to do with the amount of featherlight kisses Jeongguk peppers all over his neck, shoulders, and collarbones. Not at all.


 

“The more I look at this, the less sense it makes,” Jimin groans, looking down at his notes. “Why did I ever think chemical engineering was a good idea? Because it is not. Chemical engineering sucks ass.”

“Quit complaining, Jimin, you know you’re more than capable of doing this,” Taehyung replies, making Jimin pout. “Speaking of sucking ass, how are things with Yoongi?”

Jimin’s cheeks turn unbelievably red and he splutters a shut up, Taehyung. Ah, Jimin has always been like this, getting shy the moment he’s asked about his sex life, and Taehyung enjoys getting him flustered. Embarrassed Jimin is a funny Jimin.

“We’re good, we’re good,” he vaguely replies. Not that Taehyung was expecting much more, not from Jimin, anywhere. “How about you and Jeongguk? That’s quite the love story, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re totally in the honeymoon phase. The other day he made me come three times before lunch, Jimin-ah, three times!” he replies, watching Jimin roll his eyes. “No, but I really, really like him. In the I-want-to-hold-your-hand kind of way, too, not just because he is incredibly skilled with his hands and mouth.”

“That’s cute, Taehyungie,” Jimin replies, beaming at him from the other side of the counter. “You two are cute. Don’t think Yoongi didn’t tell me about the show you put off the day of Hayi’s birthday party.”

Fucking Yoongi, Taehyung cannot help to think. No one on his group of friends was supposed to find out about that, but he didn’t remember Yoongi’s existence at the time. Hard to think about the elder when he had Jeongguk’s very kissable lips on his, to be honest.

“Yeah, anyway. Jeongguk is coming over later, so as soon as he shows up and kicking you out.”

“What? Taehyung! What kind of best friend in the world are you if you’re kicking me out because of your boyfriend? Bros before hoes, dude!”

Taehyung laughs, but he still throws a pen at Jimin. The other dodges it, and Taehyung hears it fall to the floor, but he’s too lazy to go pick it up now. Later, he will later. “Should have thought about that the first time I came to the races and you ditched Hoseok and me to go give Yoongi a handjob in an alley,” he accuses, ignoring Jimin’s high pitched scream. Okay, there still hasn’t been any confirmation of the handjob thing on Jimin’s side, but it’s a theory Hoseok and he are sure about reached this point. “Maybe if you had kept me entertained I wouldn’t have gone to speak to Jeongguk, and I wouldn’t be kicking you out.”

“You're such a bad friend," Jimin accuses, picking up his stuff and shoving it into his bag. "I needed to go, anyway. “I’m meeting with Seokjin for dinner, I have barely seen him ever since he graduated. ”

“Tell hyung I said hi,” Taehyung chirps when Jimin gets his jacket on.

“I will! Bye Taehyungie, don’t bust too many nuts tonight,” sing songs Jimin as he walks to the door.

Taehyung laughs, not paying attention to Jimin as the other makes his out of the apartment. Not that Taehyung is a bad host, the kind to let guests make their way out on their own—but it’s Jimin, and Jimin is an exception to every rule.

Taehyung isn’t quite sure of how much time goes by until his doorbell is ringing, but at least it’s ten minutes. It’s the doorbell do the door of his apartment, not the buzzer, so Taehyung is guessing Jimin and Jeongguk ran into each other downstairs. God, Taehyung hopes Jimin didn’t tell Jeongguk anything embarrassing about him. He might be more than comfortable around Jeongguk by now, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready for the younger to know all the embarrassing stuff. He needs at least another month before that can happen.

Shaking those thoughts away from his mind, he walks to the door and pulls it open, revealing a grinning Jeongguk with a black beanie tucked on his hair. “Hi!” the younger greets excitedly, taking his hands out of the pockets of his jacket. “How can it be this cold in mid-October? I swear I thought my fingers were going to fall off, hyung.”

“Come in,” Taehyung invites, stepping away from the doorframe as Jeongguk kicks off his boots and enters his flat in two long steps. Seeing Jeongguk here is becoming sort of a habit now, and Taehyung likes that the younger is starting to warm up to the place. He doesn’t feel hesitant to touch anything or sit on the couch, and it makes warmth spread on Taehyung’s chest. “It’s not that cold, I went out earlier today.”

“It is now, see?” Jeongguk assures, bringing his palms so Taehyung’s cheeks. He then squeezes them, smiling at Taehyung while the elder does his best to scowl. “So cute. How was your day?”

“It was okay,” replies Taehyung when Jeongguk lets go of him. His cheeks feel hotter now than before, despite how cold Jeongguk’s hands were, and Taehyung can’t help but thank fate that Jeongguk is too busy taking off his beanie and his jacket to notice he’s blushing. “Regular class day. What about yours?”

“It was good, I guess, but I’m tired,” Jeongguk says, sprawling himself on the couch. “Come cuddle with me and I’ll tell you all about my regular non-class day, will you?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but he still flops down on the couch next to the younger, letting him wrap one of his thighs around his hips. "You promised you would make me dinner," Taehyung reminds him, running his fingers through Jeongguk's bangs. "Don't think I'll let you order something again."

“Yah, is that the only reason why you invite me over? So I cook for you?” Jeongguk asks, resting his cheek on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I don’t know how to feel about that, maybe I should just go.”

There’s a playfulness on Jeongguk’s tone, like he’s not even trying to hide the fact that the sole reason why he’s doing this is to get a reaction out of Taehyung. And Taehyung, well—he wraps his arms tightly around Jeongguk’s middle, tangling his legs with the younger’s, and states, “You’re not going anywhere.”

Maybe they’re acting dumb, because Jeongguk knows Taehyung doesn’t mean the cooking thing and Taehyung knows Jeongguk wouldn’t leave, but that’s the thing about liking someone, isn’t it? People act stupid when they like someone, especially about them. Taehyung has always been kind of skeptical about love and the way those who are in love act, but even if Jeongguk and he are only getting there—and what an amazing way it’s being—he thinks he can finally understand.


 

As far as first times go, Taehyung has had both good and extremely bad ones. His first kiss has been mediocre as hell—still sweet, but nothing out of this world—and only memorable because well, it was his first kiss. The first time he gave a guy a blowjob it had been a mess, he had no clue of what he was doing and choked in a non-sexy way. The first time he slept with someone, though, had been great, and Taehyung still remembers it fondly even after so many years.

By the time Taehyung has his first time with Jeongguk there’s not much he hasn’t done before, honestly—without stepping into really kinky territory. But the thing is that even if he's fairly experienced now, and Jeongguk doesn't make him feel like a virgin or some cliché-y shit like that—more like the opposite, because Jeongguk is good and also knows what he’s doing, and that makes Taehyung want to so what he has in store too—it still feels somehow new.

Taehyung is buzzing with excitement by the time Jeongguk takes the last piece of clothing away from him, throwing his boxers to the floor where they join the rest of their clothes. They have seen each other naked many, many times—more than the acceptable amount for the month and a half they have been going out, probably—but tonight seems different. There’s a different intention in Jeongguk’s touches on his skin, and Taehyung is more than ready for whatever Jeongguk wants to do. He’s far too gone now to say no to him, which even if a bit scary, it’s also so hot.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” moans Jeongguk from under him, letting go of his lips for a second before he’s biting on them again. Taehyung has loved the way Jeongguk kisses even from the very start. Even if he uses a lot of teeth when he’s really turned on it’s so hot, the way Jeongguk nibbles on his bottom lip while panting hard. Everything Jeongguk does is either hot, cute or a weird mixture of both that Taehyung adores. “I want you to—ah, God. I want you to fuck me.”

Taehyung groans, Jeongguk’s words sending a jolt of excitement down his spine. They have given each other head before, also handjobs, and on one blessed day, Jeongguk had even rimmed Taehyung, eating him out and jerking him off until he came all over the sheets with a loud sob. But all those times, by the time they had gotten a hand on each other's body they were already beyond riled up, chasing release desperately. It's not that they aren't turned on now, but they have been taking it slower with the kissing, slower with the touching.

Jeongguk,” Taehyung groans, lifting himself on his palms to hover over Jeongguk’s body. The younger cocks his head to the side, looking up at Taehyung with flushed cheeks, and Taehyung can feel the tips of his fingers tracing shapes on his stomach. “You cannot just say stuff like that.”

Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist, pulling him down to the elder is sprawled over his chest. "Why not? I want you to fuck me, hyung," he repeats, bucking his hips up so his dick brushes against Taehyung's. "G-God, please, Tae."

“Can I—fuck, I want to eat you out, can I?” he asks, watching Jeongguk’s eyes widen before he nods. “Okay. Okay, spread your legs, will you?”

“Not that flexible,” Jeongguk replies with a tiny smile, making Taehyung roll his eyes. “What? I’m not a pornstar. I can turn around if you get off me, though.”

“Wow,” Taehyung says, kneeling on the mattress while Jeongguk flips over himself, getting on all four. “That’s impressive. I had never seen anyone get on his hands and knees in such a majestic, graceful way.”

“Eat my ass,” Jeongguk snaps, making Taehyung roll his eyes at the lame pun. “I mean it, Kim Taehyung, you better put that mouth of yours to good use right now.”

Humming, Taehyung uses his hands to spread Jeongguk's ass cheeks apart, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed, wet kiss on one of them. Jeongguk's ass isn't especially big or round, but even his stupid ass cheeks feel hard and fibrous under Taehyung’s hands. He nibbles on the skin, hearing the way Jeongguk exhales sharply when he laps the skin away with his tongue.

Taehyung knows he’s being a tease, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind when Taehyung licks a broad stripe over his asshole, body shuddering under his. He likes edging Jeongguk, but by now he wants it just as much as Jeongguk does, so he eats him out eagerly and with abandon. At some point one of his hands goes to Jeongguk’s hip, pressing him even closer to his face, and Taehyung doesn’t think he has ever heard someone moan in the way Jeongguk does right now.

“H-holy fuck, Taehyung,” Jeongguk moans. His arms seem to fail them now, because he’s suddenly with his cheek pressed against the mattress, eyes squeezed shut as he presses further into Taehyung’s mouth. “So good, hyung. F-fuck, so good, so fucking good, ngh.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Taehyung replies as he pulls away, wiping the spit on his chin with the back of his hand. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you—to get my cock inside of you.”

Jeongguk whimpers, hole clenching around air at the words. "Lube is in the drawer to your left," he breathes out, and he already sounds so wrecked. He cannot get enough of this, of the sight of Jeongguk so exposed just for him. The sounds he makes—God, they have Taehyung’s dick leaking like crazy, almost hurting by the lack of stimulation. He wraps his hand around his cock while he reaches for the lube and a condom, smearing the pre-come over his dick.

“So eager for it, babe,” he observes as he uncaps the lube, not missing the way Jeongguk’s fists clench at the sound. He drizzles the lube on his fingers, warming it up before touching Jeongguk again. “Want my cock that bad?”

Jeongguk hums, arching his back when Taehyung’s slicked up finger brushes his hole. “So bad, hyung,” he moans as Taehyung slides the first finger inside. Jeongguk is so warm and tight around him, walls clenching around his digit when he moves it around. “Want you to fuck me open, ah.”

“You’re a fucking menace,” Taehyung groans, his dick twitching at Jeongguk’s words. Fuck, he really needs this now, needs to be pounding inside of Jeongguk. “Can I add another finger?”

“Yes, yes, please do,” Jeongguk says, holding his breath when Taehyung adds another finger. “Your fucking fingers, Taehyung—you don’t know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about your hands, God.”

“Have you really?” asks Taehyung, voice a little strained; he would find it funny if he didn’t find it so fucking arousing. “Tell me about it, baby. Tell me what you think about when you do.”

Jeongguk moans loudly, and says, “You just—God, your hands are amazing, Taehyung. I cannot think about them wrapped around my cock, about your fingers deep inside of me. Like right now.”

“So you like it, baby?” asks Taehyung, brushing Jeongguk’s prostate and making him arch his back even further. “Fuck, you take my fingers so well, Guk, I’m going to add one more.”

Jeongguk makes another noise at the back of his throat, one that Taehyung interprets as encouragement, and Taehyung takes his fingers away before squeezing three inside. Jeongguk is so unbelievably tight, and Taehyung has to put a lot on his side to be gentle. Every cell in his body is telling him to ram his cock inside of Jeongguk and fuck his brains out, but the last thing he wants is to hurt Jeongguk. He fingers him open until he is sure Taehyung is reading, ignoring the younger's pleas for more—Jeongguk is impatient, but Taehyung still isn’t risking it.

“Now, now, please,” Jeongguk begs, clenching around Taehyung’s fingers. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that, goddammit.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, giving Jeongguk’s ass a light slap. He still takes his fingers off Jeongguk, watching the way his hole gapes around air when they’re gone. “I cannot believe you’re real, holy fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeongguk says. Taehyung’s hands are slippery, so when he fails on his fifth attempt to open the condom wrapper Jeongguk snatches away from him, tearing it open with his teeth and handing it to Taehyung. “There you go, rich boy.”

Taehyung slides the latex over his cock, groaning at the feeling of his own hand on his dick. “I don’t think you’re supposed to open condom wrappers with your mouth,” Taehyung commentates, but he still aligns himself with Jeongguk’s entrance, teasing the rim with the head of his cock. “You might break them.”

“I have—ah, fuck—a lot of experience opening condom wrappers, thank you very much. My technique is beyond excellent.”

Taehyung doesn’t reply, choosing that exact moment to push his cock inside of Jeongguk, and God—it’s perfect, the way Jeongguk feels around him. So warm, so tight, so ready to get fucked. Taehyung leans down to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on Jeongguk's shoulder, his teeth sometimes nibbling on the skin and leaving reddish marks.

He’s just waiting for Jeongguk to adjust to the feeling of Taehyung inside of him, but the moment the younger tilts his head, lips parted and silently demanding a kiss, Taehyung cannot help but get a little lost on Jeongguk’s mouth.

It's not until the younger pulls away and tells him to move that Taehyung straightens his back again, one hand gripping Jeongguk's hip and the other just resting on the small of his back as he gives a slow, tentative thrust.

Soon enough he’s picking up a pace, his hips moving both firmly and steadily, and Jeongguk is fucking himself back on Taehyung’s cock as obscenities fall down from his lips. It’s not like he’s too vocal, but he’s whiny, and Taehyung wishes he could keep every single sound Jeongguk does in his mind.

Ngh, Taehyung, harder—” he moans, interrupting himself to gasp when Taehyung hits his prostate. “So good, so big.”

Jeongguk clenches around him in all the right ways, and Taehyung feels himself closer and closer with every passing second. He wraps an arm around Jeongguk’s body, fisting his cock and pumping it sloppily. His thrusts are hard now, the sound of skin slapping on skin too loud in the room along with their moans, and Taehyung has never felt this way before, not even with the best orgasms of his life.

“Gonna come?” asks Taehyung rather breathlessly, Jeongguk making an intelligible sound in confirmation. Taehyung keeps pounding into him, aware of the way he’s hitting Jeongguk’s prostate every time by how he moans, and he’s so fucking close now, God. But he wants Jeongguk to come first, wants to come himself only when Jeongguk is clenching tight around him because of how good Taehyung has made him feel.

When Jeongguk does come, it is with a loud moan as he paints both his sheets and Taehyung's hand white. Taehyung feels him literally tremble, and he holds his hips even tighter than before as he rams into him mercilessly, now so focused on his own climax. He comes soon after, spilling on the condom, and for a moment he feels like he’s going to collapse over Jeongguk, who doesn’t crash down onto the mattress until Taehyung is pulling out.

“That was—” Jeongguk starts once Taehyung has gotten rid of the condom and brought something so Jeongguk could clean the mixture of spit and lube on him. “That was mind-blowing. You literally have a mind-blowing cock. Great dick game. You fucked my brains out. Ten out of ten—”

That's the thing about them, Taehyung thinks. Usually, Taehyung is the chatty one, the one talking the most out of the two of them. But he's always calmer after he comes, and right now as he curls into Jeongguk's broad chest while listening to him talk he feels drowsiness wash over him. Jeongguk, on the other hand, is way more talkative after an orgasm—almost as if sex made him loosen up a little, forget all the things he's too afraid to say sometimes and be himself, fully.

Taehyung truly hopes he gets to see more of that Jeongguk in the future, and he hopes that it will be without the help of sex beforehand. But as of now—as of now they’re perfect, more perfect than anyone has ever been, and Taehyung wouldn’t change anything for the feeling of falling asleep with Jeongguk’s heartbeat drumming on his ears.


 

If asked why Taehyung ended up on Jeongguk’s motorcycle, hands gripping tightly at the handlebar—with the younger’s right on their hands, just for security—Taehyung would surprisingly enough have to say it was Jeongguk's idea. They were just hanging out at Taehyung's one day, Jeongguk mindlessly running his fingers through Taehyung's hair when the younger had suggested teaching Taehyung to ride his motorcycle. The rest, as it's often said, it's history.

After almost two months of dating Jeongguk—and fuck it, they are official—he has gotten to know the other pretty well. He knows that Jeongguk will take care of him, and that he wouldn’t bring up teaching him if he thought there were major dangers to it (Taehyung, of course it’s dangerous, even the most experienced motorcyclist can get killed by one minimal mistake, Jeongguk had lectured him when Taehyung asked him if he was sure it was safe).

The thing, obviously, is that Taehyung is too reckless, or at least that’s what Jeongguk keeps repeating. “That is not slow, Taehyung,” he reprimands. “You have to roll the throttle softly and smoothly, otherwise you’re going to get both of us killed.”

You are getting the joy killed. Taehyung complains, resting his back against Jeongguk’s chest and letting go of the handlebar. Ah, that’s nice. Jeongguk’s body against his is nice. He throws his head back on Jeongguk’s shoulder and looks up at him, asking, “And you say your dad taught you when you were fourteen? I think it would take me fourteen years just to learn.”

“Well,” Jeongguk starts, and even if he lets his arms wrap loosely around Taehyung’s waist, the elder knows Jeongguk is about to scold him. “For starters, I tried to listen to my teacher and roll the throttle smoothly. Do you think you can do that, Taehyung-ah?”

Taehyung hums theatrically at Jeongguk, furrowing his brows before speaking. "Well, maybe if you kiss me I will get some of your motorcyclist talents via saliva. It's worth a try, isn't it?" he asks, beaming at the younger as he shakes his head.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he asks, but he still ducks his head down to press a kiss against Taehyung’s eager lips. He pulls away when, in Taehyung’s opinion, things start to get interesting, tongues meeting and lapping on each other. “Okay, Tae. Motorcycle. Roll the throttle smoothly.”

 

“You’re my baby,” replies back Jeongguk, but his arms still join Taehyung’s on the handlebar. “The bike is secondary.”

Taehyung sighs, adding, “I’m pleased to hear that. Now—let me focus, Jeongguk-ah!”

Taehyung hyung, safety first, safety second and coolness third, Jeongguk had said, making Taehyung want to smack him. Also kiss him, because the fact that Jeongguk cares about his safety makes Taehyung feel funny inside. What was he expecting, though? They have been together for almost two months now, it’s only normal that Jeongguk cares about him.

“I’m giving up,” Taehyung announces. He moves on the motorbike—kicking Jeongguk in the process, but the younger doesn’t complain—so he can turn around, thighs resting on top of Jeongguk’s and arms curled around his neck. One of Jeongguk’s legs moves under his, and then the sound of the younger kicking the side stand follows. “I’ll let the motorcycle riding to you, I can take care of the dick riding.”

Jeongguk snorts, bursting into laughter as he says, “You’re such a nerd.”

Taehyung hums, curling his legs further around Jeongguk’s hips to pull himself closer. There’s a thought that has been wandering around Taehyung’s mind for a while now, and it seems like today is a perfect opportunity to fulfill it, or at least it’s the closer they have gotten to it.

He still needs some convincing to do, so he starts by catching Jeongguk's lips in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Jeongguk responds pliantly, mouth molding against Taehyung's with ease. It seems like they have been doing this forever, and even if it's been around seven weeks, Taehyung still thinks they have kissed enough to make up for all the time they've lost.

By the time he pulls away Jeongguk’s lips—and his own too, probably—are starting to swell up, both red and shiny with spit. His pupils are wider than they should be and Taehyung doesn’t even need to look down to know he’s probably getting hard—well, Taehyung himself is, at least.

“Babe,” he starts talking then, making sure his lips are almost brushing against Jeongguk’s when he speaks. “What would you say if I told you I want you to fuck me on your bike?”

Jeongguk pulls away slightly to look at Taehyung without going cross-eyed. “Like, right now? Right here?”

“It’s not like someone has come here in the three hours we’ve been here,” Taehyung replies back, tightening his hold around Jeongguk’s neck. “You yourself said nobody ever used this road anymore.”

“Still, if someone saw us—I’m pretty sure you can go to jail for that, Taehyung,” he says, making Taehyung groan. “Besides, we don’t have lube or condoms here, it’s—”

"Speak for yourself," replies Taehyung, digging into the pocket of his leather jacket to retrieve five foil packages, dropping them in Jeongguk's and his lap. "I am always ready for some quality dicking."

Jeongguk raises his eyebrows, taking one of the packages on his hand to look at it. “You planned this? I cannot believe you,” he replies, which only makes Taehyung smile widely. “What did you bring so much lube for? Jesus Christ.”

“Those packages don't look like they have a lot in them, and I wasn't about to let you fuck me without enough lube, you know? I think two should be more than you enough, but just in case.”

Jeongguk blinks at him, then looks down at the five foil packets between them—four lube packages and a condom—before meeting Taehyung's eyes again. “You are really something else, Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung wasn't expecting Jeongguk to pull him closer with a strong, firm hand on the back of his neck, mouth moving against Taehyung's rather harshly, but he's not about to complain. His lips pry Taehyung's open in a moment, tongue licking everywhere inside the elder's mouth, and Taehyung can feel heat pool on his stomach at the harshness of all of it.

"I hope this is a yes," replies Taehyung, bucking his hips to try to get some friction—he fails. "Because if you are going to kiss me like that just to blue ball me I'm going to end you."

“Quit complaining, Taehyungie,” he replies as his hands slide down his ass, cupping Taehyung’s ass and effectively pulling him closer. Taehyung yelps in surprise, arms tightening around Jeongguk’s neck. “You’re so whiny sometimes, God.”

“You love it,” bites back Taehyung, lifting himself so he’s sitting on Jeongguk’s lap—read: on Jeongguk’s crotch—and grinding his hips. This time it feels much better, Taehyung thinks, since he can feel how hard Jeongguk is getting under his ass. “Fuck, Jeongguk.”

"Lean back," Jeongguk mumbles, undoing the laces of Taehyung's combat boots and taking them off before he leans forward to pop the button of the elder's jeans, sliding both them and his underwear off and throwing them to the handlebar. It's nowhere slow and careful, more like they both are dying with the urgency to be together like this. Luckily for both them none of the lube packages or the condom have fallen to the ground, so once Taehyung spreads his legs the younger rips one of the foil packets open and pours the liquid on his fingers. "It's gonna be cold.”

Taehyung arches off on the motorbike, careful to not move around too much so he doesn't make Jeongguk lose their balance. "I don't care," he says, hand reaching down to stroke his own dick. He's still in the process of getting hard now, all foreplay being skipped since they are in public and they better do this as quickly as they can.

Jeongguk’s finger is cold when it circles his entrance, but he still relaxes around it as the younger pushes inside. He knows, from the previous occasions in which they have had sex, that Jeongguk is the kind to take it slow and enjoy watching their partner fall apart little by little, but today isn’t like that at all. Jeongguk fingers him open quickly—which doesn’t mean it is sloppy or bad at all, really—and within minutes he has three of his fingers buried deep inside of Taehyung, the pads of his fingers brushing against his prostate.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung moans, using his hand to hold Jeongguk’s wrist and still the younger’s fingers inside of him. Jeongguk looks up at him, lifting his eyes from Taehyung’s rim around his fingers to the other’s face, and he carries on, “I’m ready. C’mon, c’mon, let me ride you.”

Jeongguk laughs, and it's throaty, deep, and all hot things that Taehyung likes. He still leans back on his seat, Taehyung sitting up to undo his belt and pull down his pants and underwear as low as he can. It's not too much, with Jeongguk still being on top of the motorbike, but it's enough for him to slide the condom over the younger's dick, Jeongguk groaning as Taehyung gives his neglected cock a couple of strokes. He's so hard right now, and Taehyung can feel something warm pool on his stomach. Somehow, the thought of Jeongguk getting aroused completely untouched by just giving him pleasure makes him feel really, really good.

The moment he sinks down in Jeongguk’s cock is a literal blessing, making him feel so full. Jeongguk makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat, and Taehyung catches the younger’s lips on a kiss as he starts to move his hips, Jeongguk’s hands gripping his waist tightly.

It's not the most comfortable of positions, the angle is a little off and prevents Jeongguk from hitting Taehyung's sweet spot, but it's not like that matters as of now. The drag of Jeongguk against his walls is still delicious, even with the thin layer of latex between them, and Taehyung cannot stop himself from slipping his hands under Jeongguk’s t-shirt and digging his fingernails into Jeongguk's back, leaving red angry trails on his back every time he moves his hands.

“F-fuck, Jeongguk,” he moans, throwing his head back as Jeongguk attaches his mouth to the column of his throat, sucking reddish marks. The fabric of Jeongguk’s jeans feels maybe a little too rough on his thighs, but he doesn’t care—can’t care at the moment. “Deeper, deeper, I want you deeper,” he pleads. “Fuck me like you mean it, God.”

Jeongguk grunts, holding Taehyung’s hips in place with his hands, which causes the elder to look back at him. “Lean back,” Jeongguk orders, hand pushing softly at Taehyung’s shoulder for emphasis. Taehyung obliges, going back to the position in which Jeongguk fingered him earlier, watching the younger stand and push his jeans a little lower and hold his dick in his hand. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to feel it for days."

 

The pace Jeongguk builds for them has nothing to do with the previous one, much quicker and also harder—needier, like Jeongguk is chasing orgasm desperately, and that’s probably what’s going on. His hips snap against the back of Taehyung’s thighs, making skin slapping on skin the only sound surrounding them besides the lewd sounds falling from both their mouths. It’s then, in one of those thrusts that have Taehyung’s eyes rolling back into his skull, that Jeongguk’s cock hits right into Taehyung’s prostate, making him clench hard around him.

An intelligible string of curses falls from Taehyung’s mouth, who uses his forearm to cover his eyes. “Babe,” starts Jeongguk then, voice airy. “You’re making it hard for me to move.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Taehyung says, rolling his hips as Jeongguk resumes with his thrusting. “You’re just fucking me so well, Jeonggukie,” he says, eyes squeezed shut.

“Shut up,” Jeongguk grumbles, holding Taehyung’s waist to lift his ass slightly from the motorbike. The new angle allows Jeongguk to hit Taehyung’s prostate every time, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The rhythm at which he’s drilling into Taehyung is borderline crazy now, Taehyung clenching around him with almost every thrust.

The first to come is Jeongguk, spilling inside the condom as he fists Taehyung’s dick. Taehyung follows soon, Jeongguk’s hands and his maddening pace inside of Taehyung sending the elder over the edge a couple thrusts later.

“Fuck,” pants Jeongguk, pulling out as Taehyung whines at the emptiness. It’s always uncomfortable, the lack of something inside of oneself after really, really good sex. "C'mon, Taehyung, get dressed, we're lucky enough no one has seen us," Jeongguk complains as he takes off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the ditch at the side of the road. Taehyung wants to protest, scold him for throwing it like that, but it's not like he's going to keep a used condom in the pocket of his jacket until they get home to properly dispose of it.

“My ass is dripping lube,” Taehyung protests, reaching down to touch the inside of his legs. He can tell it’s going to feel disgusting when he puts his underwear and jeans on, and he wishes he had brought a small pack of Kleenex, or something like that.

“Do you, uh,” starts Jeongguk, bringing Taehyung’s attention to him. “I mean, I could lend you my t-shirt? I have the leather jacket, and—”

“Uh? No, Jeongguk, you’re way too nice, I’ll just have a shower when I get back,” he replies, reaching back to get his underwear and slip it on again. He gets dressed like that, with Jeongguk looking at him from where he’s standing as he zips up his pants and buckles his belt. “What?”

"It's nothing," Jeongguk shrugs, picking up Taehyung's boots from the floor and giving them to him. He's nice enough to tie them up for him, which makes a slight blush appear on the elder's cheeks; he's not used to being pampered like this, okay? "It's just—doing this. I never thought I would have sex on a fucking road, Taehyung. You make me do things I could never imagine myself doing, and the worst part is I can’t say I dislike it. Like—it didn’t even take much convincing to get me to do this.”

“You love it," Taehyung replies, sitting upright again and getting closer to Jeongguk, cupping his jaw. "And you know you can't resist my kisses, so don't try to play hard to get, young man."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but a tiny smile still makes its way to his lips. “C’mon, let me take you home. Go get the helmets?” he suggests, tilting his head to where they left the helmets when they first go there. Taehyung jumps off the bike, hearing Jeongguk move to the front and start the engine being himself.

“You know, after today,” Taehyung starts as he makes his way back, “I think I know why you’re into motorcycles”

Looking at him with a raised eyebrow as Taehyung hands him the helmet and climbs on the motorbike behind him, Jeongguk asks, “Oh, really? Why?”

Taehyung then leans forward so he can whisper in Jeongguk's ear, "You like the feeling of something powerful between your legs, don't you?"

Jeongguk sighs, the kind of sigh someone lets out when they hear something really stupid, and Taehyung laughs and pecks the younger's nape before getting his helmet in. "What am I going to do with you, Taehyung?" Jeongguk asks, but there's no bite in his voice.

“I’ll be happy if you just keep me around.”

And Taehyung cannot see Jeongguk’s face in that moment, really, but he’s still sure there’s a wide smile on his face.


 

It sounds a little mean to put it like this, but Taehyung has always been one to get tired of people rather quickly when it comes to romantic partners. There’s nothing like that spark in the beginning, when everything is sex and passion overflowing everywhere. Saying it dies is quite radical, so Taehyung likes to say it just goes to sleep. And when it does, well—things turn boring.

But the thing with Jeongguk is that he cannot even imagine ever getting tired of those lips on his, or those hands on his body. It feels like Jeongguk was made for him, like there is something in the younger that can calm the excitement-craving monster inside of Taehyung. The fact that he has a great dick game also helps, but it’s deeper, Taehyung thinks—no, he knows it is.

He likes to be with Jeongguk, and not just in the sense that he likes to be his boyfriend. He likes to be around Jeongguk, likes spending time with him without doing anything at all, just for the sake of being together. Taehyung guesses this is what a solid relationship with someone you’re really into must feel like, and he likes the feeling of it. Likes Jeongguk’s warmness, likes Jeongguk’s softness, likes Jeongguk’s affection more than he has ever liked anyone else’s.

And Jeongguk has also become one of the people he trusts the most, so much that even trusts the younger with hair dye and his own scalp—something that he would never, not in a million years would he ever trust Jimin with. It takes Jeongguk for surprise when Taehyung gets to his flat with a bag full of hair products, but Taehyung is quick to explain he is tired of the red hair and now wants to be a blond.

Jeongguk helps him through it, his hands more delicate on his hair than Taehyung’s own could ever be, and maybe that’s why being with Taehyung feels so right all the time. He treats and touches Taehyung like he’s precious, but not like he’s fragile, and Taehyung adores feeling this way.

By the time they’re done, his hair dry so he can really see the results, Taehyung is more than pleased. He thought it would be fairer, but somehow this sandy blond color works well on him. He likes the contrast again his tan skin, and he doesn’t doubt to voice out how happy he is about the new color. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to look at his profile.

“Of course it does, babe,” Jeongguk replies. “It’s me who dyed it, after all.”

Taehyung elbows Jeongguk’s stomach, the younger groaning from where his head is tucked on Taehyung’s shoulder, and he adds, “You’re an asshole. I thought you were going to say something cheesy about how I would look with any color, but whatever.”

“See? I don’t even need to tell you. You know already.”

They order pizza because Jeongguk’s stomach is growling like crazy and his fridge is sadly empty, and it’s when they’re both eating in comfortable silence that Taehyung remembers something he has been meaning to ask the younger for a while.

He has wondered about JB—because even after all this time with Jeongguk he still doesn’t know the other racer’s name—and his relationship with Jeongguk for a while now, and even if he has exchanged a couple words with him over the past few months, Jeongguk’s friend still remains a mystery.

“Hey, Guk, I've been wondering," he starts, making Jeongguk look up at him. He was looking at his slice of pizza like he was waiting for it to grow eyes, but Taehyung has learned not to question Jeongguk's moments of disconnection by now. "This friend of yours, JB? You never—you never talk about him."

And the truth is, Jeongguk has talked to Taehyung about his other friends. He knows about Mingyu, a boy his age who lives in the same building as him and fortunately ran into the same day he moved in. He also knows about Yugyeom, who is a member of the dance crew Jeongguk dances with sometimes. But JB—Jeongguk has never mentioned him, which seems pretty weird, because whenever Taehyung goes to the races they’re together.

“Ah, you mean Jaebum?” Jeongguk asks. “I first met him when I started street racing. You know, at first—it wasn’t easy, because I was the youngest and was a newcomer, and the people who had been doing that for longer didn’t like that I was better than them,” Jeongguk explains. “You know how those races are, there’s nothing fair about them. But Jaebum—Jaebum was probably the only one who didn’t try something to sabotage me at the moment, and told me to watch my own back. It’s not—we don’t really talk much outside the races, but he has been taking care of me since I first starting doing this, so—yeah.”

“That’s what friends do,” Taehyung replies, nudging Jeongguk’s arm. The younger seems confused for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows, so Taehyung adds, “Taking care of each other. Even if you don’t think you’re that close to him you matter to him, and by the way you talk about him it seems like you care about him, too.”

Jeongguk looks down to his pizza again. “That’s—yeah, I guess that’s right. He just felt good to be around, you know? Like, everyone hated me and wanted me gone so they could win again, but suddenly he was there and I could trust someone, I had someone to talk to and rely on. It was—it was such a relief, and if it weren’t for him I don’t think I would have kept doing it.”

Taehyung hums, curling on the couch next to Jeongguk. “Then I’m glad he was there, because otherwise I would have never met you, and that would mean not having the best boyfriend in the world. For you, I mean.”

“You’re literally the worst,” Jeongguk replies, but he still slides an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders and pulls him closer. “But I am so glad I met you.”

“Are you?” Taehyung giggles, linking his finger with Jeongguk’s and closing eyes. He could fall asleep like this, with Jeongguk’s voice lulling him. Jeongguk has a very nice voice, after all.

“Yeah,” he replies, playing with the rings on Taehyung’s hand. “You brighten up my days, you know?”

Taehyung's heart catches in his throat, and that's the moment he knows there's no way he is going to let Jeongguk go. He might have been looking for excitement for a very long time, but as of now, he has found what he wants—what he needs. He has found Jeongguk.


 

Jeongguk seems to fit unbelievably well in every aspect of Taehyung’s life, and his group of friends would not be an exception. Introducing Jeongguk to his friends feels like a natural thing to do, and Taehyung isn’t quite sure why it took him more than three months to do so. It’s not like they don’t already know who each other are: Jeongguk is almost like a celebrity among his group of friends, and Taehyung likes to tell Jeongguk about the people he shares his day with, so of course he ends up talking to him about his friends.

The day Namjoon and Hoseok are formally introduced to Jeongguk—because Jimin had run into Jeongguk in Taehyung's building that day, and had made sure to introduce himself—they go to a half-fancy restaurant that day and then to noraebang, just because they feel like it. The places they go to that night are fortunately close to Taehyung’s apartment, so they go walking and don’t hold back with the soju.

Jeongguk’s cheeks are a little red as he and Hoseok sing—scream—along to Red Velvet’s Ice Cream Cake, and Taehyung can’t hold back a laugh when he sees the two of them dancing to it. He’s a little tipsy, having a great time with his friends and his boyfriend, so what else could he ask for?

“You’re shooting heart eyes out of your eyes right now,” commentates Jimin nonchalantly at some point, pinching Taehyung’s arm. “I must admit I am surprised you’re still this well after almost four months, you know relationships never were your forte.”

“That’s because they weren’t with Jeonggukie,” Taehyung replies, making Namjoon groan at the other side of him. “I think I’m falling in love. Sober me would not admit it to you out loud, but I think I really am falling for him,” he adds, closing his eyes as he rests his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin just laughs, resting his own face on top of Taehyung’s head while they wait for the song to end. When it does, and it’s time for Namjoon and Jimin to sing My Heart Will Go On, Jeongguk squeezes into the couch between Taehyung and Hoseok, and Taehyung throws his legs over his lap and holds his neck tight.

“Clingy much, I see,” Jeongguk comments as Taehyung tucks his head on the crook of his neck, his feet hitting Hoseok’s knees. Taehyung's too comfortable to apologize to his hyung, so he just nuzzles Jeongguk’s neck before giving it a light peck. “Babe?”

“I like you so much, Jeonggukie,” he says, trying to whisper and keep his voice as low as possible. Not that he’s worried about his friends making fun of him for being a sap, really—but this feels like the kind of confession he only wants Jeongguk to hear. “So, so much. Please, be my baby.”

“That—isn’t that a Wonder Girls song?” Jeongguk asks, sounding amused. Taehyung doesn’t reply, choosing to giggle against Jeongguk’s neck instead. And ah, Jeongguk’s neck is so warm and so soft. Taehyung wishes he could just kiss it now, but they’re still with his—their?—friends now. “I like you a lot, too. I can’t believe—fuck, I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

His. It's the first time either Jeongguk or he say something like that, and Taehyung can feel heat pool in his stomach at the words. It doesn't sound possessive, and Taehyung doesn't think that's not the meaning of the word. It just sounds incredibly affectionate, and Taehyung thinks it's right. The moment he chose to be with Jeongguk he gave the younger a piece of himself, one for him to keep for as long as they were together. Jeongguk’s. He’s Jeongguk’s, just like Jeongguk is Taehyung’s as well.

When they get to Taehyung’s place that night Taehyung is very much needy, lips glued against Jeongguk’s as soon as the flat’s door closes behind them. Taehyung wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, pulling him closer and closer, and Jeongguk’s hands clasp his waist tightly.

They stumble into the living room like that, Jeongguk kissing sense out of Taehyung while pressing him closer against his body, and Taehyung swears he has never wanted someone this much. Fuck, every touch of Jeongguk on his skin feels intoxicating, and he cannot get enough of him.

Jeongguk presses him against the wall, strong arms caging him as he slides a thigh between Taehyung’s and grinds against his crotch, and Taehyung’s mind goes blank. “Fuck me here,” he breathes out, lolling his head back as Jeongguk sucks a hickey on his neck. “Fuck me against the wall, fuck, Jeongguk," he moans, fingers tangling in Jeongguk's hair.

“Tell me you have lube on your jacket from the time I tried to teach you to ride my bike,” Jeongguk says as he unbuttons Taehyung’s jeans, palming his dick over his clothes. “God, I don’t think I can stay away from you one minute to go get the lube in the bedroom.”

Taehyung clumsily unzips the pocket of his jacket, sliding his hands inside—and scratching his skin with the zipper in the process—just to find two small packages of lube. Taehyung yelps against Jeongguk’s lips on relief when he finds them.

“Here, here, here,” Taehyung adds in a rush, giving them to Jeongguk. “Fuck, there is no condom.”

“Are you clean?” Jeongguk asks in return, making Taehyung’s eyes widen. He has never had sex without a condom before, but then again, he has never been with someone for more than a month, more or less. The premise of Jeongguk fucking him without a condom seems inviting, especially because he would love to feel him coming inside of him. So he nods, biting down on his bottom lip as he looks at Jeongguk, and the younger adds, “I am too. Do you want to—”

“Yes, fuck yes, I want to feel all of you,” Taehyung interrupts. “Have you ever done it without a condom?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “I mean, one of my friends has been with his girlfriend for forever and she’s on birth control, so he says one you go without you never go back, but other says it’s not that different, but we might as well try?”

Taehyung hums before pulling Jeongguk for another heated kiss, bucking his hips against the younger's for some friction. It's right then that Jeongguk gets down on his knees before him, Taehyung looking down at him with wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Are you gonna—?” he starts, but Jeongguk interrupts.

"Just wait for it, hyung," he says, making Taehyung swallow thickly in anticipation. "Let's get you out of these clothes as of now, yeah?" he asks, pulling down the zipper of Taehyung's jeans and helping him slide off them and his underwear. Taehyung takes out his jacket and his t-shirt after that is done, leaving himself standing completely naked before Jeongguk.

“You too,” he almost demands then. “I don’t want this to be like the motorbike day, I want you naked, Jeongguk,” he adds, making Jeongguk laugh from where he is kneeling on the floor.

The part of undressing each other during sex is probably oddly intimate, brings a sensuality to the whole thing that is not there when someone undresses oneself, but Taehyung is way too far gone now to care about those details. He watches Jeongguk get rid of his biker, then his t-shirt, then his jeans, and so on until he’s not wearing anything anymore, and maybe they don’t need that added sensuality. Because with the way Jeongguk is looking up at him as he wraps his lips around the head of his cock, Taehyung doesn’t feel like this moment is lacking anything—not sensuality, not eroticism, not any poetic bullshit.

He takes the corona on his mouth, tonguing at the slit as he jerks Taehyung off with one hand, and Taehyung has to bite down on his lips in order to not moan too loud. Jeongguk is looking up at him through his eyelashes, lips stretched around his cock, and all Taehyung can think about is how beautiful Jeongguk looks with his dick in his mouth.

His, Taehyung cannot help but think. Yeah, Jeongguk is his just in the same way he is Jeongguk’s.

Jeongguk hollows his cheeks around him as he bobs his head, taking him deeper in his mouth, and Taehyung feels himself melt against the wall. His knees feel weak, and the feeling of Jeongguk's mouth on him is so warm it makes Taehyung want to cry out.

He swirls is tongue around the tip and gives a long lick to the vein in the underside each time he pulls away, only to swallow Taehyung whole after that. Jeongguk is deepthroating him so well, spit leaking from the corner of his eyes as he fondles Taehyung’s balls with his hands, and Taehyung cannot help but close his eyes and loll his head back into the wall.

It doesn’t last for long, because soon enough Jeongguk is pulling away from his cock and saying, “Turn around, Taehyung.” His lips are a bit swollen and slick with spit, making Taehyung wish he could come in that mouth, but he still obeys embarrassingly quickly, turning around and using his forearms to lean against the wall. He automatically spreads his legs slightly, Jeongguk settling between them and leaning forward to peck one of Taehyung’s ass cheeks.

“I love your ass,” Jeongguk comments as he gropes Taehyung, hands squeezing his ass cheeks before spreading them apart. “God, you don’t know how badly I want to fuck you now.”

“Then do it,” Taehyung urges, aware of how needy he sounds. Fuck, never has he ever had someone rile him up in the way Jeongguk does, so quickly. He feels already thoroughly wrecked, and the only thing that Jeongguk has done was suck his dick.

And then there is something on Taehyung’s hole, but it’s not Jeongguk’s fingers getting him ready for his cock. Jeongguk swipes his tongue over his entrance, wet and warm, and Taehyung rests his forehead against the wall with a sob. Jeongguk wants to fucking kill him, that’s the only conclusion Taehyung finds himself able to come to.

“J-Jeongguk,” he groans, voice shaky. He doesn’t even know what to say after, Taehyung’s tongue eagerly lapping at his hole, and Taehyung cannot help but press his ass further into Jeongguk’s face. “God I—I fucking hate you, how do you do this to me?” he whines, Jeongguk pulling away for a moment to laugh and press a chaste kiss to one of his ass cheeks.

“Do what, babe?” he asks before diving back in, eating Taehyung out with abandon.

Taehyung has always been especially sensitive to being rimmed, and Jeongguk is ridiculously good at it, so it’s only natural for Taehyung to be left with no coherence in moments like this. “You make me so weak—ah, fuck, do that again,” he says when Jeongguk pushes his tongue lightly against his rim, pressing inside. “You always make me so needy, get me begging for more and more,” he babbles.

Jeongguk moans as he keeps lapping at Taehyung's rim, and Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering rather embarrassingly. He loves everything from this, from Jeongguk's mouth on him to the way his fingers dig into the flesh of his ass cheeks.

“I’m going to need you to spread yourself open for me now, love,” Jeongguk says when he definitely pulls back, wiping the spit on his lips with the inside of his elbow. One of Taehyung’s hands goes to grab the ass cheek Jeongguk has let go of, and the younger says, “That’s it. God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Taehyung whines, Jeongguk tearing open one of the lube packs Taehyung gave him earlier and drizzling it over his fingers. It’s not long until he’s circling Taehyung’s spit-slick rim, pressing his finger inside with urgency.

“Ah, God, Jeongguk,” Taehyung sighs when Jeongguk moves his finger inside of him. “You don’t know how much I want you, how much I need to feel you inside of me.” He hears Jeongguk take a deep sharp breath, and encourages him to add more fingers. “Put another one, Jeongguk. I can take it,” he assures.

Jeongguk ends up fingering Taehyung rather quickly, but still making sure he’s stretched enough for it to not be painful. He has three fingers buried to the knuckle inside of him, brushing his prostate every time he moves them, and Taehyung doesn’t think he’s going to be able to stand for much longer if the younger keeps this up.

Almost as if he read his mind, Jeongguk withdrawals his fingers and stands up, Taehyung turning around to curl his arms around the younger's neck and kiss him deep almost in auto-pilot. It's wet and sloppy, Taehyung's lips moving against Jeongguk's out of sync. He yelps in surprise when Jeongguk holds his thighs and lifts him up, body pressed against the wall.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but this, the way Jeongguk lifts him up so effortlessly and pins him against the wall—it sends his head spinning, hands leaving Jeongguk’s neck to feel his biceps, now flexed and carrying his weight.

“Let me,” Taehyung says when he notices Jeongguk letting go of his thigh. He reaches for Jeongguk’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it and guiding it to his entrance before sinking on it slowly. “Ah, God, God—Jeongguk.”

“So tight,” grumbles Jeongguk, hands gripping tightly at the back of Taehyung’s thighs. He’s pretty sure that if Jeongguk keeps holding him like that there will be marks left for a few days, and the thought makes warmth curl on Taehyung’s belly. “You good?” Jeongguk asks.

“Give me one moment,” Taehyung replies. “Here, kiss me.”

Jeongguk obliges, surging forward and slotting his lips and Taehyung’s together once again. Jeongguk nibbles at his bottom lip softly, making it red and swollen, and it’s during the kiss that Taehyung starts to move his hips in small, circular motions, making Jeongguk groan in his mouth.

“Tae,” Jeongguk whines, letting go of Taehyung’s mouth to bury his forehead on the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “Holy fuck, baby.”

Jeongguk feels as deliciously thick as always, and Taehyung cannot help but dig his heels deep on the small of the other’s back. Eventually, his almost shy movements turn into straight up bouncing, Jeongguk snapping his hips to meet Taehyung’s every time. “S-shit, Jeongguk,” he says, lolling his head back against the wall rather harshly. “Harder, harder, I want it harder,” he begs, exposing his neck for Jeongguk to kiss all over.

It’s almost as his words unravel something inside of Jeongguk, who now uses his hold on Taehyung’s legs to lift him up and lower him on his cock. Taehyung goes limp on Jeongguk’s hands, letting him fuck him so thoroughly and so deep. God, he’s never had anyone fuck him like Jeongguk does, doing everything he likes without even having to ask.

“I’m gonna come,” he announces when he feels his lower stomach tighten, orgasm approaching. Jeongguk hits his prostate, making him squeeze his eyes shut as his cock leaks pre-come against his belly. “Fuck, Jeongguk, right there, give me more. More, more, babe.”

Jeongguk grunts, his fingernails digging into the flesh of Taehyung's thighs almost painfully. It's right then that Taehyung clenches around him almost uncontrollably, feeling so, so goddamn close. He closes his eyes, and then—

“Oh, fuck—Jeongguk, what the fuck are you doing?” he almost cries out when Jeongguk wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from coming. The dry orgasm still hits him, making him clench tighter around Jeongguk as he digs his fingernails on Jeongguk’s shoulder blades. “I—God, I hate you.”

“You don’t,” Jeongguk says, sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead as he keeps fucking into Taehyung even harder than before. He looks so cocky, that stupid smile on his face, and Taehyung just wants Jeongguk to fucking wreck him, leave him a mess with his come dripping down his thighs. “You fucking adore it, hyung. Fucking love to have me pounding into your tight, little ass like this, don’t you?”

And it’s not fucking fair, Taehyung thinks. Jeongguk has hardly had any stimulation until the moment Taehyung sunk down on his cock, of course he can take all of this. But now—Taehyung is feeling ruined, and Jeongguk looks like he could keep going for a long time.

Jeongguk really knows how to rile Taehyung up, though, and his words make Taehyung hold onto him even tighter, legs squeezing Jeongguk's waist. In a way, he's thankful, because he loves every single second of sex with Jeongguk, and being able to prolong it should be good, right? He doesn’t want this to end, but he really wants to come.

“You’re the worst,” he still says, even if he doesn’t mean it. Jeongguk smiles widely, surging forward for a kiss that Taehyung gladly accepts. Jeongguk gasps and moans into his mouth, and Taehyung doesn’t see himself capable of kissing anymore. Instead, he just pants into Jeongguk’s mouth as the younger keeps snapping his hips to fuck him against the wall.

“I’m gonna come,” Jeongguk announces then, hips faltering before thrusting inside of him. Taehyung takes it as his cue to move his own body so he can meet the younger’s, even if instead of the quick yet steady pace Jeongguk had built for them, the rhythm they’re following now is erratic as hell.

It still makes it, though. He can feel the orgasm build up again in now time, Jeongguk’s dick hitting his prostate with every single thrust, and God he really needs to come now. “Ah fuck,” grunts Jeongguk, biting on Taehyung’s shoulder to muffle the breathy whines that leave his mouth. Taehyung thinks he catches his own name, but there’s no way for him to be sure. “Think you can come like this? Without me touching you?”

Taehyung nods with a low moan, closing his eyes as he throws his head back against the wall. He’s so close now, can feel himself about to come, and the best part is that this time around nobody is going to stop him from doing so. The best part of an orgasm is obviously the climax, but the moments prior, when you can feel it about to wash over you—that always makes Taehyung feel ecstatic, as if he’s drunk in pleasure.

It’s a particularly hard thrust the one that makes Taehyung come all over both their abdomens, pulling hard at Jeongguk’s hair. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Jeongguk,” he pants as he arches his back, clenching hard around the younger. “So good, fuck, I want you to come too, baby. Want your load inside of me and dripping down my thighs.”

"You can't just—" Jeongguk starts, interrupting himself to groan loudly. He opens his mouth to speak again, but Taehyung pulls him closer for another wet, open-mouthed kiss.

It doesn’t take much longer until Jeongguk is coming too, spilling inside of Taehyung, who is now almost trembling from the stimulation. Jeongguk pulls out of Taehyung, who manages to stand up even if his knees feel wobbly. The feeling of Jeongguk’s come leaking of his asshole is not much different from lube, but it still feels ten times hotter.

He barely has time to recover before Jeongguk drops to his knees again. Taehyung looks at him in confusion, and then Jeongguk is holding his hips and turning him around, so he’s facing the wall. Before Taehyung even has the chance to ask what’s going on he feels Jeongguk’s tongue on one of his thighs, licking off his own come, that was trailing down Taehyung’s leg, all the way up to his crack.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung starts, voice airy. He needs Jeongguk to have mercy on him, Jesus. He’s only human, there’s no way his poor heart can take so much.

Jeongguk doesn’t seem to care about that, because when he does the same to Taehyung’s other thigh he holds his cheeks opens when he reaches his crack, licking a broad stripe over his hole. Taehyung’s spine arches, and he has to balance himself on the wall because his legs feel like jelly right now.

“Baby,” he half-pleads. “Jeongguk, I can’t—God, please, God.”

Jeongguk shushes him, standing up and pulling Taehyung close against his chest, arms wrapping around Taehyung’s body. Taehyung himself is broad and tall—even slightly taller than Jeongguk—but there’s something about having Jeongguk all wrapped around him like this that makes him feel safe.

They don’t stay like that for long, because then Jeongguk is saying, “The reasonable part of me is telling me that we should shower, but I kind of just want to go to bed and cuddle until we fall asleep.” The words, already soft enough by themselves, feel even sweeter with the way Jeongguk’s soft lips brush against Taehyung’s shoulder when he speaks, and Taehyung feels himself melt.

“We can shower in the morning,” Taehyung reasons. He knows he’s just being lazy, but he doesn’t care. “I’m planning on sleepy, lazy sex after we wake up. Maybe you can ride me? That’d be hot.”

Jeongguk hums, pressing a kiss against Taehyung's shoulder as he walks backward, away from the floor and then into the bedroom. "Whatever you want, babe."

Taehyung laughs, getting in the bed with Jeongguk following close behind. He still feels like being coddled, so he lets Jeongguk’s chest press against his back as his hand sneaks around his waist. Ah, this is bliss. “Jeon Jeongguk: street racer by night, dick rider by day,” he giggles as he closes his eyes, Jeongguk laughing on his ear before pecking his neck.

“Go to sleep, Taehyung,” he mumbles sleepily, thumb rubbing circles on the skin under Taehyung’s navel.

Maybe a happy place doesn’t have to be a place per se, Taehyung reasons. Maybe it could be a person. And if it could—well, then Taehyung has no doubt he has found his.


 

It happens one night when Taehyung and Jeongguk are watching reruns of old dramas, both curled up on Jeongguk’s tiny couch. Jeongguk has an arm curled around Taehyung’s middle, fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin of Taehyung’s hip. Taehyung’s phone rings from where it is, slipping in between the cushions of the couch, and when Taehyung rescues he sees much to his surprise that his father is the one calling.

Not that Taehyung has a bad relationship with his father, or anyone on his family, to be honest. Is just that there isn’t really a relationship—they see each other during the holidays, when they are having dinner with someone important and they need to look like a united, loving family. Taehyung’s father definitely isn’t the type to call Taehyung at ten on a Wednesday night to ask how he was.

“What’s wrong?” mumbles a sleepy Jeongguk upon seeing Taehyung frown down at his phone. He pinches lightly the skin he was caressing before, making Taehyung lean further into his touch.

“It’s my father,” Taehyung sighs. “I don’t know why he would call, but, whatever…” He replies before picking up and bringing the phone to his ear. “Hello, dad.”

Taehyung,” comes his father’s solemn voice from the other side of the line. He sounds so composed as always, so perfect. “How have you been?

It has been almost two months since he last saw his parents and his younger siblings, one month since he last spoke to his mother over the phone. He faintly wonders when they got so distant, but it’s not like Taehyung doesn’t know the answer. They drifted apart when living comfortably wasn’t enough for Taehyung anymore, when he decided that he needed to let his parents know he wasn’t into the same lifestyle as them. It was dying his hair a bright orange at first, then the heavy eyeliner, then the tongue piercing. He didn’t really feel the need to defy them constantly anymore, hadn’t felt it since freshman year at college was over, but he just didn’t know how to undo it now.

“I’m good,” he replies, hitting Jeongguk’s thigh softly with his free eye when the younger pinches his side, making him squirm. “How are things at home? Is everyone okay?”

We are good, too. Listen, Taehyung… The reason why I’m calling is because Mrs. Park told your mother something the other day, and we were somehow upset we had to hear the news from your friend’s mother rather than you,” he says, making Taehyung frown.

“Oh?” he asks, surprised. Fucking Jimin always goes around telling his mother way too much about Taehyung’s life, even if he knows she will tell Taehyung’s mom right away. He knows it’s not something Jimin can help, since they have talked about it again and again, but it’s still somehow infuriating. This time, however, Taehyung doesn’t know what it could be. He has considerably calmed down ever since he started going out with Jeongguk, toning it down with the parties and the excesses. “What did she say?”

Taehyung can hear his father take a breath, and then he says, “She said you have a new boyfriend.” There’s a pause and ah, of course. It’s not like Taehyung wants to keep Jeongguk a secret from his family, so he doesn’t mind them finding out. He’s just hoping Jimin left out the part where he’s a street racer. “Taehyung, son, I know we don’t talk much anymore, but we expect you to tell us those things.”

There's a hint of sadness in his father's voice that makes Taehyung feel a little upset, too, and Jeongguk notices right away. He presses Taehyung closer against his side, nuzzling his cheek against the crown of the elder's head, and Taehyung has to bite his on lip to hold back a giggle.

“I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t want to tell you about my boyfriend until I was sure things were serious,” he replies, Jeongguk pulling away to give him a confused look when he notices they’re talking about him. Taehyung shrugs, amused at the way panic takes over the younger’s eyes, and he reaches for Jeongguk’s hand to give him a reassuring squeeze. “But yeah, you’re right, I probably should have told you by now.”

If you’re not opposed to the idea,” his father starts, tentatively. “Maybe you both could come for dinner so we can meet him. It might be too soon in your relationship to meet the parents already, but still—we wanted to let you know it’s okay for you to bring him home. Only if you want to.

Taehyung is surprised by the invitation, mostly because his parents were never ones to be so enthusiastic about the idea of meeting their in-laws. Maybe they're trying to reconnect, Taehyung lets himself imagine.  Maybe this is a chance to make things right after they've been wrong for so long. "I need to ask him," Taehyung starts, trying to tone his excitement down. "But for me, there's no problem. I will talk to him and let you know shortly, would that be okay?"

More than okay, Taehyung,” his father replies, and Taehyung doesn’t miss the fact that he sounds relieved. It makes a warm feeling spread across his chest, grin appearing on his lips. “Whatever the answer is, call us soon. If you really want to come we will need to set a date, so make sure to call as soon as possible, will you?

“I will, dad,” he replies.  He bites down on his bottom lip, but then says, “Goodnight, love you.”

The line goes silent for a moment, but then his father says, “I love you too, Taehyung. Have a good night.”

They hang up, and as soon as the line goes dead Taehyung turns around to look at Jeongguk, all the sleepiness and drowsiness from before now forgotten. “Baby,” he starts, throwing his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and throwing himself over him as the younger, surprised, holds his waist. “My parents have found out about your existence.”

"I have figured that one on my own, thank you very much, Jeongguk replies as Taehyung gives him a Eskimo kiss. "What do you have to ask me, anyway?"

“Oh, about that,” Taehyung starts, biting down on his bottom lip. Jeongguk is, most likely, not as excited at the premise of meeting the elder’s parents—which is completely understandable. “They sort of, uh. Want to meet you?”

Jeongguk blinks at him once, twice, as if waiting for Taehyung to tell him he’s joking, but then he says, “No way.”

“Why not?” Taehyung whines in protest, voice a little louder than it should be this late in the evening. “They are nice people, a little judgmental maybe, but as long as you don’t tell them how you earn your money they will love you.”

“Why would I tell them—Taehyung, do you think I am ready to meet your parents? I almost had a stroke when I met your friends, and they are our age. How am I supposed to handle your family? Besides, the whole meeting the parents ordeal is a more six months of dating kind of thing.”

"Jeonggukie, please," Taehyung begs. "I haven't properly spoken to my parents just because any of us wanted to for months, they are reaching out to me and I don’t want to miss a chance this good. Even if it’s true that you don’t want to meet them—they will probably think it is just an excuse, and I need them to know I want to fix this as much as they do.”

Jeongguk seems to think about it for a moment, as if he is conflicted about whether he should do. Taehyung is not going to insist more and be pushy, and if Jeongguk doesn’t want to get into that sort of situation he won’t be the one to force him to. But then Jeongguk sighs, “Fine, I’ll do it,” making Taehyung wrap his arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face. “But, on one condition; you tell me whatever happened with them.

“Ah,” Taehyung starts, clicking his tongue. “There is no big dramatic story, just me being a headass, you know? But my parents have always been kind of strict, and you know that doesn't go well with me. Up until high school I always put up with it as if nothing, hut when I got to college—you might not know since you haven't gone to college, but freshmen are stupid. And I was especially stupid and thought being and asshole to my parents and make them clean up all my messes was cool, or whatever. I was—I was a shit son, and even if I did things that I don’t regret, like getting my tongue pierced and dying my hair, there are still a lot I wish I could undo.”

“You’re not a shit son,” Jeongguk replies in a heartbeat. Somehow, the younger’s boy and expression let him know that he is not telling him just to make him feel better, and paradoxically enough, it cheers Taehyung up a little. “Everyone has done dumb shit on their teens, especially in college years. Having freedom makes people think they can do whatever the fuck they want, and only when they grow a little older they realize what stupidities they have been doing.”

“You are so smart, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung sighs, resting his cheek on Jeongguk’s shoulder and closing his eyes. Jeongguk’s hands sleep under his sweater, the younger running his finger pads up and down Taehyung’s spine and leaving goosebumps wherever they go. It feels so good to be like this with Jeongguk, also incredibly domestic, and Taehyung kind of feels like they have been doing this for their whole life instead of just four months. Hell, four months don't feel like enough for everything he has with and feels for Jeongguk. It seems impossible that they have achieved this level intimacy, this comfortability around each other. "You sound like you're fifty. Why do you sound like you are fifty? You are supposed to be my hot, twenty-year-old boyfriend."

Jeongguk laughs, and Taehyung likes the way the younger’s body vibrates when he does so. He also likes the way his laughter sounds when he has his ear pressed to Jeongguk’s shoulder, a bit deeper and more echo-ish, but then again, he has always loved Jeongguk’s laughter. Maybe he just likes everything about Jeongguk a little bit too much, but who says that’s bad?


 

The day Jeongguk is meant to have dinner with Taehyung’s family comes by, and to say the younger is nervous would be an understatement. He even as asked Taehyung what clothes he should wear if he wants to cause a good impression, and Taehyung has to hold back the urge to smack him.

“Just your regular clothes, babe,” Taehyung replies as he scrolls down his phone, already set to go. He hears the sound of Jeongguk getting dressed all the way from the couch in the living room, and is kind of sad that he won’t get to see Jeongguk standing with just a towel around his hips anymore. “We’re kinda loaded, but there’s no need to show up in a tailored suit.”

“Maybe not a tailored suit,” starts Jeongguk as he approaches Jeongguk, putting a black blazer over also black button down. He’s still wearing jeans, much to Taehyung’s relief, who stands up and walks in the direction of his boyfriend. “But perhaps an Armani one?”

Taehyung laughs, running his hands over the lapels of Jeongguk’s blazer, taking in how firm the other’s chest feels before his hands. “I’ve always been more of a Gucci kind of man, if you ask me,” he says, which makes Jeongguk groan loudly. “You look good, Jeongguk. My parents aren’t going to mind what you’re wearing, and even if they did, it’s none of their business, is it?”

“It’s not,” Jeongguk replies, even if he still sounds kind of hesitant. “It’s just—you want to get along with your parents again, and I don’t want to ruin that for you by being the opposite they would want me to be, you know?”

“And I don’t want you to be the opposite of what you are just because you want them to like you,” Taehyung resolves, tone final. In no way he’s going to let Jeongguk act like someone he’s not just for his parents. “If you start acting weird today, I will sidekick you,” he warns before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss on Jeongguk’s lips.

“See, you’re a menace,” Jeongguk grumbles, and Taehyung just laughs. There’s something about Jeongguk’s presence that just makes him want to laugh.

They take Taehyung’s car there, agreeing they will go back to Taehyung’s apartment by the time they leave—and this time, just like the last ones Jeongguk has stayed over, there’s no way he’s staying in the guest room. Jeongguk is kind of amazed at how big the Kim’s house is, and Taehyung doesn’t have the heart to tell him it looks even bigger from the inside. Taehyung used to pretend he was in a palace when he was younger, which even if of course is an exaggeration, it also is telling enough.

The first people he sees are his siblings. It hasn’t been too long since he last saw them, since he takes care of them sometimes when his parents need to go somewhere, but it still feels like too much. A part of Taehyung is starting to understand the relatives that tell children how much they have grown even when not much time has gone by, and he hates himself for it. He squats down on the floor, two ten-year-old hugging him with screams of oppa and hyung, and yeah, it feels good to be home.

“Oppa, is that your boyfriend?” his sister attempts to whisper, a shy finger pointing to Jeongguk, still standing behind Taehyung. The elder looks over his shoulder just to find Jeongguk smiling, both widely and shyly, and feels his heart melt a little.

“He is,” Taehyung replies, pinching both their siblings on the waist. “Yah, Jeonggukie, come down here.”

The moment Jeongguk imitates Taehyung’s posture, the kids fly from their brother’s grip to Jeongguk’s, making him stumble a little and almost fall backwards—and Taehyung has to admit he would have laughed if that had happened—and introduce themselves. Taehyung is watching them with a fond smile, now back to his feet, when his parents appear on the vestibule too.

"Taehyungie," his mother calls, making Taehyung look away from Jeongguk and his siblings to the two people entering the room. Taehyung's siblings go silent, letting go of Jeongguk, and the younger straightens up as well. Taehyung can feel the nerves practically radiating from the other, and he's literally considering side kicking him now. It might lighten up the mood.

“Hi, mom,” Taehyung replies as his mother envelopes him in a hug. She’s tinier than him, so he has to lean down to hook his chin on the curve of her shoulder, but it still feels warm and safe—just like a mother’s hug should feel, Taehyung thinks. “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, dear, I’ve missed you too,” she replies, palms rubbing circles on Taehyung’s back. “Are you sure you aren’t still growing? I swear you weren’t this tall last time I saw you.”

Taehyung laughs, adding, “Positive, mom,” before turning to his father. He has a small smile on his lips, but still a smile, regardless. He hugs him as well, greeting, “Hi, dad.”

"Hello, son," he replies. His embrace is warm as well, but also firm. Maybe not like safety, but security. "I, uh. I like your hair."

This makes Taehyung laugh, too, and maybe he's just overly happy for being back home. "Jeongguk here dyed it for me," Taehyung explains. "I was tired of flashy colors, anyway. It's nice to look at myself in the mirror and not feel like I'm looking straight into a rainbow after so much time."

Taehyung’s father makes a low sound at the sound of his throat, one Taehyung has come to associate with amusement. His hair is still dyed, but sandy blonde looks way more natural than bright red—or orange and lavender, for that moment. He dyed it even before planning on talking to his parents again, and even if he knows that what color he chooses to dye his hair in is just his own decision, there’s still a part of him that hopes they like it. Or at least, that they don’t dislike it.

He pulls away then, looking back at Jeongguk. He seems hesitant, and Taehyung decides to make things easier for him. “Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend Jeongguk,” he introduces, watching Jeongguk bow from the corner of his eye.

If there is some conclusion Taehyung comes to during that evening it’s that the way Jeongguk acts around his family is kind of cute. He lives up to the promise he did to be himself, and Taehyung is glad. He doesn’t want his parents to fall in love with a person that doesn’t really exist. No, he’d rather like even if it’s just a little bit the same Jeongguk he has fallen in love with, and—fuck.

Taehyung chokes on his food, and suddenly there are five pairs of eyes looking worriedly at him. He can hear his sister’s high pitched oppa? and her mother ask are you all right, honey? but he still turns to his right to look at Jeongguk, who is already looking at him with round eyes full of worry.

Ah, Jeongguk. Taehyung has fallen in love with Jeongguk.

It’s not something he has obsessed with for one second of their relationship, what he feels for the younger. He has dated people before, has given too much thought to what is the point when you stop liking someone to start loving them, but not with Jeongguk. It didn’t seem like one thing he needed to even think about, because things with Jeongguk have kind of flowed naturally from the start.

The realization was expected to hit him at some time, really. But now when he's having dinner with his family. Especially not when he's attempting to swallow down his food.

“Taehyung?” asks Jeongguk next to him, voice small, and Taehyung coughs one more time before he finds himself able to speak.

(He’s not this dramatic, he swears. At least he doesn’t try to be, but life always seems to have one of these in store for him.)

“I’m good, I’m good,” Taehyung reassures when he finds his voice again. His cheeks still feel a hot as hell—and probably look red, too—but he’s good. He can breathe, at least.

Taehyung’s mother looks like she’s about to call an ambulance, to be honest, and if he hadn’t been about to die because of a stupid bit of Korean beef then he would be laughing. She quickly composes herself, though. They’re silent for a moment after that, but then Taehyung’s father speaks. “And, Jeongguk,” he starts, and Taehyung can already see what’s coming. Since they cannot exactly tell Taehyung’s parents what Jeongguk does for a living or how they met, they have, hm, agreed on a couple little white lies—mostly to prevent Taehyung's parents from having a stroke upon discovering their son is dating an street racer, not that they want to lie. “What do you do?”

Jeongguk swallows down his food before replying, “I work in a mechanic shop, sir.” Ah, so correct and polite. Jeongguk has manners, Taehyung observes. Such a gentleman.

“A mechanic shop?” Taehyung’s father asks. He sounds surprised, but not displeased, so Taehyung guesses it’s chill. “You fix cars?”

"Motorcycles, mostly," Jeongguk replies, and one of the corners of Taehyung's mouth lifts up in a small, knowing smile. The part of Jeongguk working with motorcycles is true, at least, and even if he doesn't make a living out of it, he knows how to repair motorcycles, so. Little white lies heavily based on reality, that is. “But I can do small things on cars, too.”

Taehyung’s father nods, seemingly interested. He doesn’t have a big interest in cars—at least not one that Taehyung knows of—but he is good at pretending, at least that’s what Taehyung thinks.

“Enough with that questions, Seunghyuk,” Taehyung’s mother reprimands his husband. “Let’s drop work matters and focus on something lighter, shall we? How did you guys meet?”

This is another question they have rehearsed. The easier response should have been at a party, which is the story behind almost every lover Taehyung has had. But their real story is a bit more special than that, Taehyung likes to think, so since they’re going to lie the might as well be at least a little creative. Just enough so it still remains special, but not without turning it into a damn fairytale.

"There was something wrong with my car and I took it to the shop he works in," Taehyung replies. Maybe Taehyung has been exposed to a lot of—bad—porn, but the image of Jeongguk sweaty and with grease on his face and on his, of course, bare arms, because since this is a big cliché he's wearing a tank top, seems appealing to Taehyung. He hopes his parents picture a more romantic meeting, but Taehyung knows himself and knows that thirsting about Jeongguk would have been likely to happen in that context. "We started talking, like, three weeks after he first met."

Jeongguk’s hands find his under the table and squeeze them lightly, and Taehyung would hate how unbelievably sappy they have become if it weren’t for the fact that it’s them. There’s no way it can feel anything less than right when it’s Jeongguk’s skin against his, and Taehyung wouldn’t give up what they are for anything.

He’s in love, so stupidly in love he wouldn’t even care about what anyone thinks reached this point. Not even if his mother’s mouth didn’t split into a smile as she hears Jeongguk talk. Not even when it’s time for they to go home, his father didn’t squeeze his shoulder and told him Jeongguk is a good guy.

Maybe he’s already in too deep, even if it’s just been so little time. But the younger keeps rubbing circles on the skin of his hand while Taehyung both drives them home that night, and for the first time in a long while Taehyung doesn’t feel like he needs more than what he already has.


 

Taehyung turns around in the bedroom for the nth time, the springs of Jeongguk’s mattress creaking under him, and this time the sleeping body beside him groans loudly. “Could you stop moving for, like, five minutes,” Jeongguk almost begs.

It’s a bit past four in the morning and Taehyung is the one who has class the following morning, not Jeongguk, so he should be the one complaining instead of the younger. It’s one of those nights when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night and cannot to go sleep back again, but Jeongguk’s side is too tempting to get out of bed and go do something productive.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, yet he still turns around once around to look at Jeongguk.  The younger is laying on his side as well, eyes half open as he stares groggily at Taehyung. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s all good,” Jeongguk replies, voice still thick with sleep. He closes his eyes again, throwing his arm over Taehyung’s waist. He doesn’t pull him closer or anything, just lets his arm rest there quietly. “Can’t sleep?”

Taehyung sighs, shrugging one of his shoulders. “Keep me company,” he says, pecking Jeongguk’s forearm and moving closer.

Blinking his eyes open, Jeongguk says, “I’m sleepy, babe.” Taehyung pouts, and Jeongguk tangles his leg with Taehyung’s. He can grumble all he wants, but he’s still awake and talking to him, isn’t he? “Go back to sleep.”

“Not that easy,” Taehyung says, boopping Jeongguk’s nose. “Will you get too mad if I keep you awake?” he asks later, giving Jeongguk an apologetic smile.

“Taehyung…”

“You can sleep again after I go to class,” Taehyung adds, letting his fingers wander up Jeongguk’s arm, under the wide sleeve of his oversized t-shirt. Jeongguk, who has closed his eyes again, tries his best not to smile, but the corners of his lips still curl up in a tiny grin. “Don’t you want to spend some time with your boyfriend? I’m going out with Chim and Namjoon-hyung this afternoon, you might as well seize the little time you’ll get to spend with me today. Unless you are planning to invade me later tonight, which I’m not opposed to. I sleep better when you’re with me.”

Jeongguk frowns a little, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows. “You talk an awful lot for it to be four in the morning,” he mumbles, lips pushing out in a small pout when he stops speaking.

“Don’t be mean, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung replies when Jeongguk rolls on his back, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling. “So you’re staying awake?”

Jeongguk doesn’t reply right away, and Taehyung can see the sleepiness still clinging to every one of the younger’s features. He almost feels a little bad he’s keeping Jeongguk awake like this, but he knows that Jeongguk would say no without beating around the bush if he really didn’t want to. “Okay,” he ends up saying, turning his head to look at Taehyung. “Happy now?”

“Very,” says Taehyung, smiling softly at Taehyung. Taehyung knows that there is no bite behind the younger’s words, even if they can sound a little harsh. He doesn’t register his hand reaching forward to cup Jeongguk’s face, thumb rubbing small circles on his cheekbone. “Jeongguk?”

Jeongguk hums inquiringly, looking at Taehyung through his eyelashes. Maybe he looks a little tired, face a bit puffy and sleep in the corner of his eyes, but Taehyung still cannot help but feel like he is the luckiest person in the world. Jeongguk is amazing, Taehyung concludes. He has never had someone who would put up with his antics like Jeongguk does, someone who would wake up at four in the morning just because Taehyung feels a little lonely at this hour of the day. He has never met someone that puts as much passion in whatever they do as Jeongguk does, pouring all of his soul in everything he does. He has never had anyone who makes him feel so loved, even without the need of saying it out loud. Yeah, Jeongguk is amazing in the sense that Taehyung has never quite met someone like him, and it’s not likely that he will ever find someone that compares.

His chest feels a little bit tight, and Taehyung needs to let Jeongguk know. Maybe four in the AM isn’t the most conventional time for love confessions, but in a way it still feels perfect for them.

“I love you,” Taehyung says, his own heart skipping a beat as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Jeongguk blinks at him before saying anything, as if letting Taehyung’s words sink in. It’s okay, Taehyung knows the younger always is a bit slow when he wakes up. And even if Jeongguk didn’t say it back—Taehyung knows where they stand. He has always been one to believe actions speak louder than words, so even if he doesn’t hear it back he’s still going to know.

But then the corners of Jeongguk’s mouth tilt up in a tiny, tiny smile, pink lips curling in the most endearing of shapes, and Jeongguk replies, “I love you too.” He says it low, low enough that even if they weren’t alone in the room Taehyung still would be the only one to hear it. “So, so much.”

Taehyung wants to laugh. It’s four in the morning, he loves Jeongguk and Jeongguk loves him right back. Somehow, it’s right then when Jeongguk leans forward and presses his lips against his in a chaste kiss that Taehyung feels it.

Taehyung doesn’t need to look for the spark of excitement, not anymore. He has Jeongguk. He has more than enough.


 

Taehyung, always being the one to get into trouble, has never been understanding of others being too concerned about his own safety. He is his own person, can take his own decisions, and even if he can understand why his friends or family want him to stay away from problems he doesn’t understand why they are so worked up about it.

That is, until he starts dating a street racer, and he discovers what watching someone you love risk their life in stupid ways feel like. He sends a mental apology to all of his family and his friends, and clutches Jimin’s arm tight.

The thing is, Jeongguk has been reckless since day one. But sometimes it gets worse, and sometimes it looks like Jeongguk is about to lose balance and crash into the floor, and Taehyung isn't ready to see that—with no helmet or any sort of protection, Taehyung doesn't even want to imagine what could happen at the speed the motorcycles are going.

“Tae, man, calm down,” Jimin replies, rubbing his arm when Taehyung lets go. Okay, maybe he was clinging to his friend a bit too tight. “He’s all right, don’t you see? He’s fine.”

“That doesn’t mean that cannot happen again at any other time, and then he might not be all right,” Taehyung states, letting worry show on his face. Jimin stares at him for a moment, blinking with his lips parted, and Taehyung asks, “What?”

Sighing, Jimin replies, “Nothing, it’s just—that’s the least you thing you’ve ever said, you know? That’s exactly how Namjoon sounds when you try to do something stupid and he tries to stop you. Like, getting on Yixing’s bike that one day.”

And, oh. Jimin is right—honestly, when is Jimin not right when it comes to Taehyung. Sometimes he feels like the other knows him better than he knows himself, and that’s why his words make him concerned. When Namjoon acts protective of him he is not annoyed, per se, but he wishes the other wouldn’t suffocate him as much. He doesn’t want to make Jeongguk feel like that, but at the same time he doesn’t want him to be in danger, so he’s kind of torn right now.

It’s a couple of days later, and not only the thought doesn’t leave Taehyung’s mind, but it also gets noisier and noisier. He’s imagination is full of what ifs, possible scenarios where something bad happens to Jeongguk, and he doesn’t think he can deal with it. Hell, he’s having trouble to pull through it when it’s just his imagination, what will he do when—if something bad really does happen to Jeongguk?

He knows he’s being paranoid, but it’s only natural to worry. Being a street racer it’s already dangerous enough, per se, but it is even worse if he’s the best. He has more competency, more people who will try to tear him down to get to the top themselves, and it seems unbearable to Taehyung.

So he does it. He knows he has no right to, but one day he asks Jeongguk, “Have you ever thought about quitting street racing and doing something else?”

And ah, what to expect? Maybe Jeongguk will say that yeah, he has. But maybe he will get mad and tell Taehyung it’s none of his business—which, is true. Instead, Jeongguk just stares at him and asks, “Something like what?”

Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, looking away. “I don’t know. Maybe college, maybe something like a regular job…”

Jeongguk scoffs, and it sounds painfully ironic. Jeongguk has never one to be sardonic, and Taehyung cannot help but think that this attitude doesn’t fit his sweet Jeonggukie.

“College? Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth like you, Taehyung. Maybe I cannot afford to go to college,” Jeongguk spits, and for the first time ever since they met Taehyung hears what Jeongguk’s voice sounds like when there’s a little poison in it.

They have had a couple fights before, of course. What kind of relationship would it be if they haven’t had had any quarrels in the last five months? But they were over stupid stuff, and they never exchanged ugly words with each other. Taehyung knows that what Jeongguk has said is true—he was born in a good family, has known what wealth and privilege are for all his life—but it still doesn’t make it hurt any less. He’s just trying to help Jeongguk, because even if his chest feels a little too tight at the thought of Jeongguk getting hurt, the one whose life is at risk is Jeongguk. Christ, he could be arrested. Taehyung doesn’t even want to think about it.

“Then there are other ways to earn money too, Jeongguk,” he says back, aware of how his voice is now a bit louder too. He doesn’t have much patience. “You literally could do anything else if you tried, street racing isn’t your only option, Jesus Christ.”

Jeongguk’s face twitches in annoyance, and the younger replies, “Why do you care so much? It’s none of your business, Taehyung. How I earn my money it’s nothing you have to be concerned about.”

“Could you get your head out of your ass for a moment and listen to what you’re saying, Jeongguk?” he asks. “Of course I am concerned about you risking your life every single fucking week, Jeongguk. I care about you, I care about you getting hurt, and I know it’s selfish as hell but I want you to be all right!” he almost yells. “And, sure, I have no right to order you to quit, because like you said what you do to earn your fucking money it’s your choice. But you don’t get to say it’s nothing I have to be concerned about. You’re my boyfriend, Jeongguk, and whatever happens to you is something I have—something I am going to be concerned about.”

Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, blinking rapidly as if trying to make tears go away. “You’re right, but—It’s just—” he starts, stuttering as if he is not sure about what he wants to say. “What else can I do, Taehyung? I don’t want to be a clerk. I don’t want to be a barista. I know it’s stupidly arrogant of me to say this, especially considering I have no formation apart from high school, but I feel like there are bigger things waiting for me, okay? Bigger than being a damn cashier, Taehyung.”

“Is getting arrested big enough for you?” Taehyung asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Jeongguk. He knows he’s being stubborn, but he just wants Jeongguk to understand. There’s nothing wrong about an average life—which is something rich coming from Taehyung, since he was always want to reject normality, but he can see it clearly now. “Or even dying? Because all that live fast, die young bullshit is—”

Jeongguk interrupts him, “Taehyung. Can we please not talk about this. I mean, I understand where you’re coming from, but—not now. I’m not ready to let go of it yet.”

Taehyung’s expression softens at that. “Whatever you want, Jeongguk,” he sighs. “You’re right; it’s your life and I cannot force you to do anything, but I’m worried about you, Gukkie. The thought of someone bad happening to you—it’s so scary, Jeongguk. I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you.”

Jeongguk pulls Taehyung in a tight hug, arms almost crushing Taehyung’s ribs, but Taehyung cannot be bothered as he curls his own arms around Jeongguk’s neck. “You’re not going to lose me, Tae,” Jeongguk mumbles against the crook of his neck, and Taehyung doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels a salty tear make his way down his cheek. He wipes it away furiously before Jeongguk can even notice, and the younger adds, “I promise I’ll be careful, okay? Nothing is gonna happen to me, Tae, I promise.”

Taehyung doesn’t tell Jeongguk how the younger has become it for him—how he has been looking for something to make him feel in the way Jeongguk makes him feel now for so long. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not dependent on Jeongguk, but loss is still loss, and Taehyung doesn’t even want to imagine what losing Jeongguk would feel like. The thought is scary, so he’s not going to let himself think about it.

But Jeongguk still seems to know, just because he knows Taehyung that well. He pecks Taehyung’s cheek—the one where his tear was moments ago, and Taehyung is sure Jeongguk could taste the saltiness on his lips if he licked them—and whispers, “I love you. I’m not going anywhere, I got you.”

And Taehyung—Taehyung does the only thing he can do. Taehyung believes him.


Jeongguk had brought it up over text on a Friday night, on one of those rare days when they weren’t spending the night together. Taehyung was ready to go to bed when his phone pinged loudly, catching his attention.

It was not that Jeongguk wasn’t a texter—which he was not, but he still took the time to Taehyung nevertheless—but they had said goodnight already. Taehyung unlocks his phone and taps over the messaging app, opening the texts.

 

From: jeonggukie

hyuuung

To: jeonggukie

you’re calling me hyung

what do you want

From: jeonggukie

ㅋㅋㅋ

i always call you hyung

how do you feel about going out for drinks with jaebum and his boyfriend next friday?

To: jeonggukie

me??? why?

From: jeonggukie

he said he wanted to tell me something and asked if you wanted to come since he’s bringing jinyoung hyung

and you introduced me to your friends i want you to meet mine too

 

Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, hiding a smile. Jeongguk has already introduced him to some of his friends, but Jaebum feels like a big deal. He now knows the nature of their relationship, how they bonded because for a while Jaebum was the only person Jeongguk could trust apart from himself, so it is different from everyone else.

He types an affirmative response to Jeongguk, thumbs flying over the keyboard. It’s not like he hasn’t spoken to Jaebum, but nowhere near enough for him to feel like he even remotely knows the elder. He also is intrigued about Jaebum’s boyfriend, even if he didn’t know about his existence up until now, so he’s excited about getting to know both of them. If Jeongguk likes them—at least Jaebum—they have to be good people, right? He trusts Jeongguk's judgement.

They’re both on year older than Taehyung, have known each other for around nine years, and have been together for five. Jeongguk says he doesn’t know Jinyoung any more than Taehyung himself knows Jaebum, but that he believes they are happy.

“He gets this look on his face when he talks about Jinyoung,” Jeongguk recalls once, amused. “I just ask, hey hyung, how is Jinyoung hyung doing? and even if he just says he’s doing well, there’s still that dreamy expression on his face. As if just thinking about him makes him happy.”

Taehyung laughs, and he can’t help but wonder if the same happens to Jeongguk and him when they talk about each other. He should ask his friends, but they’re going to say he looks whipped—which, okay, is true.

Friday comes around, and Taehyung finally gets introduced to Jinyoung. Taehyung tries not to be too obvious when he looks at him with curious eyes. He is just as tall as Jeongguk, barely shorter than Taehyung himself, with dark, black hair styled so his forehead is exposed. He has really nice eyebrows, Taehyung decides.

He is more than used to Jaebum by now, but there’s something different about seeing him at a bar when they’re there to have drinks and have a little fun. His—still sharp as hell—cheekbones look a little softer, his smile a little wider.

“Jaebummie has been talking a lot about you a lot lately,” Jinyoung says to Taehyung at some point, making his boyfriend frown as he looks at him. “I mean, he has been talking about Jeongguk and you, you know? He says he looks happier when you’re around.”

Jaebum gives Jinyoung a look, one that Taehyung reads as you’re not supposed to tell him that, and Jeongguk groans from where he’s sitting next to him. “Jaebum—”

Hyung,” the other interrupts, raising an eyebrow at Jeongguk as he takes a sip from his beer. Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Taehyung snorts.

“Jaebum hyung, I would highly appreciate if you could keep your fucking mouth shut,” Jeongguk grumbles.

Jaebum and Jinyoung are a lot of fun, Taehyung decides, especially after a couple more drinks. They give that aura that couples that have been together for a long time give, one that Taehyung has always been kind of jealous of. They’re not especially touchy, and they banter an awful lot, but it’s obvious how well they know each other and how in sync they are.

“Don’t worry about the hyung thing, Jeongguk,” Jinyoung explains a little later, eyes crinkling as he smiles widely, sneaking a glance at Jaebum. “He tries to make me call him hyung, and we were both born in the same year—”

"Yah, I still was born before you were, I'm older,” Jaebum fights back.

Jinyoung crosses his arms over his chest, giving Jaebum a pointed look. “This is Korea, Jaebum. Months are irrelevant.”

Taehyung is so caught up in all of that he almost forgets Jaebum was meant to tell them—most likely to tell Jeongguk—something. It’s not until Jaebum himself brings it up that he remembers.

“Anyway, I—there’s something I need to tell you, Jeongguk,” Jaebum starts, silence surrounding them as solemnity takes over their table. Jinyoung bites down on his bottom lip, and Taehyung assumes that he—of course—already knows what all of this is about. “I’m quitting. The races. Tomorrow is the last time I’m going there, Jeongguk.”

Taehyung’s head immediately turns so he can look in the younger’s direction, checking his reaction. He is staring at Jaebum, eyes going and coming from the table to his friend, and Taehyung reaches for one of Jeongguk’s hands on the younger’s knee and gives it a light squeeze under the table. He has his lips parted, as If he’s trying for the right thing to say but nothing is coming out.

“T-tomorrow?” he ends up asking, stumbling upon his own words. “Tomorrow is the last time you’re racing?” Jaebum nods, and Jeongguk swallows thickly. “That’s—wow. But why? Why are you quitting?”

Jaebum sighs, as if he knew Jeongguk was going to ask but he was hoping the younger wouldn’t. Jeongguk’s question sounds a lot more like why are you leaving me? to Taehyung’s ears, but maybe that’s just him. Maybe it doesn’t feel that way to Jaebum.

“I cannot do this forever, Jeongguk,” Jaebum explains. Taehyung notices that Jaebum is looking at Jeongguk in the eye while he tells him so, eyes as sincere as his voice. It seems like Jaebum has put a lot of thought into this. “I had been thinking about quitting for quite a while, you know? This just started as something to get a little more cash while I was in college so I could indulge myself a little, but I am graduating at the end of the year. I need to find a real job, need to settle down, and this—this is not reliable. This could get me in jail, or even dead.”

Jeongguk looks down at his half-empty beer bottle on the table, saying, “Yeah, I… I understand.” His voice sounds a little strained, Taehyung notices. It’s the same way it had sounded while he reassured Taehyung a million times he was okay while they watched Hachikō on the elder’s house, on one of their first dates. Taehyung doesn’t even know to steal a glance at Jeongguk to know there are tears prickling in the corners of Jeongguk’s eyes.

Jaebum reassures Jeongguk that this is not the end of their friendship as a tear finally rolls down the other’s cheek, and Taehyung notices then how Jinyoung quietly watches the exchange. He wonders if Jinyoung ever felt the same way Taehyung does lately whenever Jaebum goes to the races, if they had a fight like Taehyung and Jeongguk’s the other day. If that’s the case, Jinyoung must be so relieved with Jaebum quitting. Taehyung can’t help but wonder, but when Jinyoung looks away from the pair—Jaebum is now pinching Jeongguk’s cheeks and trying to make him laugh—and his eyes meet Taehyung’s he gives him a sympathetic smile, and then Taehyung has no doubts: Jinyoung knows how Taehyung feels about all of this.

It gets late eventually, and by the time it’s time to go home Taehyung cannot help but feel a little sad. He has had fun today, even with Jaebum’s revelation and Jeongguk shedding a couple of tears, so he hopes they can all meet again. Taehyung drives Jeongguk home on his car—he doesn’t really like beer, so he’s just had a bottle—and happily accepts when the younger asks him to stay the night.

“I like them,” Taehyung comments as he changes into his pajamas—because after dating for six months he now keeps clothes at Jeongguk’s place, yes. “I don’t know why, but I was expecting Jaebum to be way more serious, you know? He gives a serious vibe. Looks like he’s a solemn guy, and all that jazz.”

“Jaebum?” Jeongguk asks, sounding amused. “Nah, he’s just a loser. Almost a bigger loser than you, hyung.”

“Yah, Jeongguk,” Taehyung protests, smacking Jeongguk’s arm and making the younger giggle. Jeongguk lays on his back then, crossing his arms under his head. There’s still a small crease between his eyebrows, even if he was laughing seconds ago, and Taehyung cannot help to be a little worried. “You’re still thinking about him quitting, aren’t you?

Jeongguk sighs, looking up at Taehyung, who is still sitting by his side. “Yeah, it’s just that—it’s going to be weird if Jaebum is not going to be there, you know? He—he has always been there.”

Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, thinking about what to reply. “It’s going to be weird at first, yeah,” he admits. “But it’s not like he’s going to disappear from your life, Jeongguk. You heard him, he’s graduating in months and after that he will have a lot more of free time. He’s still going to be your friend, Guk-ah, no matter if you still race together or not.”

Jeongguk grins a little, and Taehyung is relieved to see it reaches his eyes. There’s nothing sadder than a smile that is void, and Taehyung’s heart skips a bit even at the tiniest ounce of happiness he sees on Jeongguk’s gaze. “You’re right, hyung. You’re right.”


 

Fucking with Jeongguk, Taehyung realizes, is way different from making love with Jeongguk. Just because they have already confessed to each other it doesn’t mean that every time they have sex it has to be slow or romantic—because Taehyung still loves it when it’s dirty and a little bit rough—but when it is, it makes Taehyung’s body buzz every single time.

It doesn’t start in a particularly romantic way, but Taehyung still knows. He has come to read Jeongguk’s kisses like an open book, so it’s no wonder he knows what Jeongguk wants even before the younger can voice it. There’s something about the way Jeongguk grinds his hips on Taehyung’s that is driving him crazy, but it would feel weird to just strip Jeongguk and himself out of their clothes and pound into Jeongguk until they’re both coming. No, he knows Jeongguk better than that now.

So he keeps letting his fingers play with the hair on the back of Jeongguk’s head, pulling away from the younger’s lips to mumble, “Lay down.” Jeongguk does, but not before kissing Taehyung again, wet, hot and full on the mouth. Jeongguk lays on his back, shirt already off and skin glowing under Taehyung’s palms.

It’s the way Jeongguk obliges, the way he’s so pliant under Taehyung’s touch and is so happy to do as he’s told—Taehyung loves it. It doesn’t happen often, but whenever it does it never fails to make Taehyung’s head spin. The thought of Jeongguk being so obedient, ready for whatever Taehyung wants for him is by far one of the most arousing things Taehyung could ever think about.

He knows Jeongguk is physically stronger, knows the younger could switch their positions on the bed in the bat of an eye. And Taehyung loves it when Jeongguk pins him down to the bed and leaves small imprints of his fingertips on his wrists and hips, but he adores this too. The sight of Jeongguk under him, so ready for whatever Taehyung wants to give him, so eager—Taehyung can’t get enough of it either.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, leaning forward to press a kiss on the other’s sharp jaw, nibbling softly at the skin. Jeongguk gasps, his fingers threading on Taehyung’s hair. Jeongguk’s reaction encourages Taehyung, who sucks a hickey on the juncture of Jeongguk’s jaw and his neck. “So, so pretty, and all mine,” he concludes when he pulls away, looking down at the small bruise he left on Jeongguk.

The younger groans, legs involuntarily spreading even further and inviting Taehyung in, and well—there's no way he can refuse to something like that. Taehyung grinds his hips over the younger's, making him moan loudly as he throws his head back, exposing more of the delicious skin on his neck for Taehyung to kiss and bite.

“Tae,” Jeongguk whines, voice low and a little bit strangled. He has liked Jeongguk’s small whines since the first moment they heard him, but there’s no point in denying he likes them even more if it’s his name the younger’s saying. “That’s so—God. God, I want you to fuck me.”

Taehyung laughs, amused at how eager Jeongguk is already. Not that he’s not, because Jeongguk makes him weak in a way nobody ever has before. Perhaps is that being on Jeongguk’s presence makes him want to laugh, but it’s not like he has the time to think about it with the tip of his tongue running up the younger’s neck, tasting the saltiness on his skin.

“That’s so vulgar, Jeongguk,” Taehyung replies, pressing kisses all along Jeongguk’s jawline until he gets to his ear. He nibbles softly on the pierced lobe, making a breathy whimper leave Jeongguk’s mouth before he whispers, “I’m gonna make love to you.”

And—okay, maybe he’s a big sap. But it’s Jeongguk, the same Jeongguk who has made him feel in ways he didn’t know were possible. He has all the right in the world to be sappy with Jeongguk, considering that it’s his boyfriend and they’re in love.

Jeongguk scoffs, asking, “Really?” But his spine still arches off the mattress, body melting against Taehyung’s. “You’re—ah, Taehyung—you’re grossly sentimental today, hyung.”

“Let’s see if you are so cheeky when I have my dick buried deep in your ass,” Taehyung says as he sucks another hickey on Jeongguk’s neck, this one on the opposite side of the other. “You’re a brat.”

Jeongguk laughs, chest vibrating as Taehyung presses wet, open-mouthed kisses down his sternum. "You still love me," Jeongguk says, voice turning a little airy when Taehyung bites softly at the skin under his navel. Jeongguk is so toned, and Taehyung loves the feeling of it under his hands, under his tongue.

Taehyung doesn't argue, humming as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of Jeongguk's jeans and peels them off. "That, I do," Taehyung replies distractedly as he traces the outline of Jeongguk's erection through his underwear. Jeongguk hisses, making Taehyung look up at him. "Feeling all hot and bothered already, rider boy?"

Jeongguk cringes. “Don’t call me that again. Like, ever,” he says. Taehyung laughs, now shamelessly groping Jeongguk’s dick and pumping it through his underwear. Throwing his head back, Jeongguk groans, “F-fuck, I don’t think this should feel half as good as it does.”

“Relax, baby,” Taehyung mumbles against Jeongguk’s hipbone before pressing a chaste kiss to it. He likes the way Jeongguk comes undone so easily under his fingertips, even if they’re barely getting started.

Jeongguk is buffed. He is strong and has the kind of body used for gym advertisements, all strong and toned muscle. It’s nothing too exaggerated, but the difference with Taehyung’s body—not that he’s a twink, his arms are broad and he does his fair amount of exercise—even if not too much, is noticeable. Taehyung’s arms don’t look like noodles, but they don’t have swelling, hard muscle like Jeongguk’s. His thighs are fairly thick, but not like Jeongguk’s well-built ones. Taehyung loves Jeongguk’s body, and loves how the younger has enough strength to pin him down to the mattress and fuck him, making him unable to move even if he wanted to—and why would he, really. But what he loves as much or even more is to have Jeongguk fall apart because of him and his ministrations.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, now mouthing at Jeongguk’s cock through his boxers. Jeongguk arches off the bed, and Taehyung uses both his hands to pin his hips down to the mattress. “Be good for me, yeah? Don’t move.”

Jeongguk huffs, but he still nods obediently when Taehyung looks up at him. Taehyung can see how hard the younger is trying to stay still as Taehyung keeps working him out, licking and stroking his erection through his underwear until there’s a big, wet patch on the front.

“You’re leaking so much,” Taehyung observes as he laps at the dampness on Jeongguk’s briefs. The younger boy can just whine, clenching the sheets on his fists as another bead of pre-come leaks through the fabric. “So sensitive, aren’t you? My pretty baby, so hard and needy for me.”

“I want you, hyung,” Jeongguk breathes, voice airy and charged with need. Taehyung rests his hands on the inside of Jeongguk’s thighs, stroking the flesh with his thumbs and raising goosebumps on the soft skin. “Need you so bad.”

Taehyung groans, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of Jeongguk’s briefs and pulling them down. He carelessly throws them to the floor, feeling his own dick twitch inside his underwear when he sees Jeongguk looking up at him, legs spread out so he fits in the middle.

“Do you want me to blow you?” he asks, watching Jeongguk bite down on his bottom lip as he shakes his head. “Eat you out?”

Jeongguk shakes his head again, and this time he says, “I want your cock inside me.” Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, preventing a low growl from leaving his mouth. “Fucking me open, making me feel so full.”

And there’s no way Taehyung can say no to something like that. There’s no way that he can deny Jeongguk whatever he asks, to be honest; not when he looks at him like that, with those giant brown eyes that make Taehyung’s breath catch on his throat. He cannot deny anything to Jeongguk because he’s always so good, always so attentive. Taehyung has never been so enamored, has never had this heart beat this fast for anyone else before.

So he leans down and presses his mouth against Jeongguk’s once again, prying the younger’s lips open with his. Jeongguk’s hands curl around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer as their tongues curl together, and Taehyung feels electricity wherever their skin touches: his mouth, his body sprawled all over the younger’s, his back where Jeongguk’s fingers are tracing shapes.

The kiss is way too sloppy, not even a bit of finesse in the way Jeongguk sucks at Taehyung’s tongue. There’s a bit too much spit and their teeth clash more than once, and part of Taehyung feels like this is the first time they kiss all over again, still foreign to each other’s mouth. But there’s also the familiarity when you have been kissing the same person for months and don’t have the pressure to impress them anymore: so what if their noses bump too much and Jeongguk bites too hard on Taehyung’s bottom lip, they both know that’s what comes with kisses, especially during sex. It’s not like it being a bit messy is going to prevent Taehyung from kissing Jeongguk dizzy fifteen minutes from now.

He pulls away and there’s a string of saliva connecting their lips, so he pecks Jeongguk again to get rid of it—not that he cannot get enough of Jeongguk’s mouth on his. Stretching on the mattress, he opens the drawer on the bedside table and grabs the small bottle of lube. “Condom?” he asks, looking at Jeongguk only to see him shaking his head. Taehyung feels warmth spreading on his chest: they haven’t used condoms since that night when Jeongguk fucked him against the wall, but they still ask nevertheless. He guesses they will run out of the habit eventually, but there’s still the need to make sure as of now.

Taehyung covers his fingers in lube under Jeongguk’s attentive glance, his eyes following Taehyung’s every movement. He brings his hand down to his entrance, and right before brushing the first one of his slicked fingers against the younger’s rim he locks eyes with his. Taehyung doesn’t even open his mouth, but Jeongguk knows him so well by now that he still nods, giving him permission to press the first digit inside.

It’s not by any means one of the first times they have done this, but the feeling of Jeongguk’s walls clenching around his finger as he stretches him open never gets old. Jeongguk bites down on his lips as he lolls his head back against the mattress, pushing his hips further into Taehyung’s hand until he’s buried to the knuckle.

“More,” Jeongguk gasps as Taehyung wriggles his finger inside, thrusting it in and out as he rubs his walls. Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip when Taehyung’s other hand goes to his leg, running his fingernails gently through his inner thighs. “Give me one more.”

Taehyung obliges, removing his digits before squeezing his index and middle fingers inside of Jeongguk again. He goes as slowly as he can, trying to make the burn as bearable as possible. “Such a good boy,” Taehyung praises, taking in the broken moan that falls from Jeongguk’s lips. Something that Taehyung particularly enjoys about sex with the younger is that he’s so easily riled up by praise. If it has any correlation with the fact that Jeongguk seems to be better than perfect at anything he does, Taehyung doesn’t know, but they both know well that Jeongguk gets off on praise. “Fuck, baby, you take my fingers so well. So fucking pretty, just for me.”

Jeongguk whimpers, hips buckling up as another bead or pre-come leaks from his neglected cock, the head now flushed a pretty shade of red. Taehyung leans forward and laps at the tip of Jeongguk’s dick, making sure the metallic ball of his piercing slides over all the right places, making Jeongguk arch off the bed.

He keeps licking at Jeongguk’s cock while scissoring him open and adding one last finger, running his tongue over the thick vein on the underside. He feels it twitch under his mouth when he hits Jeongguk’s prostate with his fingers, and wow—that’s pretty fucking hot.

"I'm gonna come," Jeongguk warns, voice strangled and more high-pitched than usual. Taehyung has made Jeongguk nut enough times to know that's how he sounds when orgasm is approaching, so he lets go of his dick and takes his finger off him, watching his rim clench around the emptiness. Jeongguk whines in protest, and says, "Need your cock."

"You'll have it soon enough, baby," replies Taehyung, now getting rid of his underwear. He's impressed he has made it so long with his briefs still on, so it's no wonder there's a big, wet patch on the front. He then hovers over Jeongguk's body, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on his lips before pulling away. He reaches for the lube again, slicking himself up with shaky hands. "Ready?"

Jeongguk nods, all flushed cheeks and blown pupils as he looks up at Taehyung. He doesn’t hesitate when it comes to giving Taehyung permission to slide into him, and that alone is enough to make Taehyung’s heart swell in his chest. They have built this trust between the two of them over the past six months, one that makes it possible for moments like this to be real. It’s not just sex, not even just lovemaking; Jeongguk gives himself wholly to Taehyung, and Taehyung knows he would to the same for Jeongguk anytime—has already done it.

He pushes inside slowly, taking in the way Jeongguk relaxes around him only to clench once he’s all the way in. Jeongguk doesn’t ask him for anything, but Taehyung still waits for the younger to adjust, brushing his bangs out of his forehead while pressing a kiss to the little scar on one of his cheekbones. One of Jeongguk’s hands cups the back of his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss that tastes a little like impatience and a lot like love.

Love, Taehyung thinks. One day he finds himself going with his friends to waste slightly too much money on bets, and all of sudden he’s falling head over heels for one of the racers—no, for the racer he was betting against his. Love is strange and confusing for most people, confusing. But if there’s something Taehyung has seen clear as day the moment Jeongguk took him back home after that first date they had, is that Jeon Jeongguk was going to steal a slightly too big piece of his heart. He hasn’t had a doubt about it ever since he first kissed Jeongguk and had a taste of those lips, he has never been confused. And now—now Jeongguk looks at him with adoring eyes as Taehyung pulls away from the kiss, still buried deep inside of the younger, and Taehyung thinks that loving Jeongguk is what he was always meant to do. Love might be strange, but not for them; not when each one of Jeongguk’s exhales makes Taehyung’s life a little easier, a little happier.

“Move,” Jeongguk breathes against his lips, voice barely a whisper. “Move now, hyung.”

So Taehyung does, bottoming out before thrusting back in at a slow pace that is probably going to drive both him and his lover mad. Jeongguk’s hands curl tightly around the back of his arms from the beginning, and when the younger gets closer and closer to orgasm they are set to leave little bruises in the shape of his fingerprints, Taehyung knows. But the way his walls clench around Taehyung feels like his little own piece of heaven, and the small noises Jeongguk makes every time he thrusts back in are the sweetest melody Taehyung has ever heard; they don’t need to be moans, not even whines or whimpers: Jeongguk’s breathing turns a little sharper when Taehyung fucks inside of him, and just the way he inhales is enough to send Taehyung spinning.

Love, love, what is love? Love is the way Jeongguk’s thighs curl around Taehyung’s waist when a particular thrust hits Jeongguk’s sweetest spot, making him cry out in pleasure. Love is the way Taehyung takes Jeongguk’s hands on his own and presses a chaste kiss against the younger’s skin, making his eyes water because of how unbelievably tender it feels. Love is the sweet nothings Taehyung whispers on Jeongguk’s ear, short words of encouragement or breathy I love yous that Jeongguk can’t say back because he’s way too close now to speak.

“Fuck, I—” tries to say Jeongguk, squeezing his eyes shut again as he lets out a low moan. “I—God, I love you. Love you so—ah, so much.”

Taehyung whines into the crook of Jeongguk's neck, managing to get out, "Love you too." His voice sounds a little strangled, he's aware, but the way the fingernails of one of Jeongguk's hands dig into the thick skin of his back is way too distracting.

There's a string of curses falling from Taehyung's lips, muffled against Jeongguk's throat as the pace of his hips turns erratic, Jeongguk sloppily bucking up to meet his thrusts. Jeongguk's arm now curls around his neck, and Taehyung detaches his mouth from the younger's neck to take it to his lips again. It's not a kiss, more like both of them moaning and breathing into each other's mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” Jeongguk announces, back arching off the mattress and walls clenching around Taehyung. God, perfect; Jeongguk is fucking perfect. “Hyung, shit, I’m going to—”

“I know, baby,” Taehyung shushes him, kissing the corner of his mouth as he snakes a hand between both their torsos. He curls his fist around Jeongguk’s cock, pumping it in quick motions. “Fuck, Jeongguk. You feel so good, so tight. You’re amazing.”

Jeongguk groans, throwing his head back against the mattress as he squeezes Taehyung’s hand in his. When he comes it’s not with Taehyung’s name on his lips—Taehyung has always thought that was bullshit, anyway: he is always to far gone during an orgasm to utter coherent words, much less someone’s name—but with a long, low cry that lasts until both their chests are covered with white streaks of come.

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to come, flopping down on Jeongguk’s body. He knows he’s supposed to be a decent boyfriend and move to go get a towel to help Jeongguk clean up, but he needs a moment to catch his breath. His limbs feel so heavy, and even if they’re covered in sweat and come, he’s feeling too comfortable sprawled on top of Jeongguk’s chest.

They don’t say anything for a few minutes, Jeongguk dropping feather light kisses on Taehyung’s hair every once in a while. But Taehyung knows that it’s probably getting uncomfortable now, and that his own come is probably now leaking from Jeongguk’s asshole—which, three minutes ago seemed really sexy, but now it sounds more gross than anything else. So he brings Jeongguk’s hand, finger still locked tightly with his, and brings it to his mouth, dropping yet another kiss on the back of it. “We should shower, you know?” he suggests, words lingering lazily against Jeongguk’s skin.

“But I’m too comfy,” Jeongguk complains, letting of Taehyung’s hand just to wrap tightly both his arms around the elder. “The bathroom is way too far away.”

“You literally have come leaking out of your asshole right now, Jeongguk,” Taehyung reminds him, a little smile on his lips.

“Why do you care? It’s my asshole,” Jeongguk replies, equally playful.

“But it’s my come.”

“Not anymore,” Jeongguk says, sounding sure of himself. “If you nut in me, you give it to me. Now it’s mine.”

Taehyung wrinkles his nose, feigning to be more disgusted than he actually is. “Gross. Remind me why I am dating you?”

“Because you are so madly and hopelessly in love with me,” Jeongguk replies, kissing the tip of Taehyung’s nose. “Which is good, because I am in love with you too.”

Taehyung grins, feeling shy all of sudden. He thinks that maybe the blush on his face will go unnoticed if he hides his face in the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, but it doesn’t work and Jeongguk ends up teasing him about it. They shower and dry each other while making out an embarrassing lot, but it’s okay. They’re okay. They change the sheets and curl up together in bed, Jeongguk’s arm curled around Taehyung’s waist as the younger presses his chest firmly against his back. They do this now more often than not, and even if Taehyung once considered himself too good to feel content by routine, it was because he was younger and dumber. He doesn’t think he’s losing himself—he’s just growing up. And he has Jeongguk now.


 

The next time Taehyung and Jeongguk talk about Jeongguk quitting street racing it’s not Taehyung the one that brings it up—he has learnt his lesson—but Jeongguk himself. It’s raining, and Taehyung is looking at the water drops impact against his living room’s window when Jeongguk’s voice behind of his back startles him.

“Hyung,” he starts, voice small as he looks down at his feet. “Hyung, can we talk about, uh, me quitting again?”

Taehyung remembers how last time Jeongguk had told him he wasn’t ready to talk about that, not yet. Maybe this means that he is now, that he has been giving it thought after the last weeks. Maybe it’s a little bad that he’s doing so, but Taehyung is kind of hoping that Jaebum quitting makes Jeongguk want to stop too.

The truth is, Taehyung has never asked Jeongguk why he’s doing this. Why he has chosen to earn money like this instead of working in a restaurant, or being a cashier in a supermarket. The answer seems obvious: street racing pays better, it’s once and week and Jeongguk was already good at this. Taehyung has never bothered to ask and Jeongguk has never bothered to explain, and Taehyung hadn't realized up until now how vital that is. There must have been something that makes a nineteen-year-old that just arrives at the capital get into something as dangerous and illegal, right?

 “Jeonggukie,” Taehyung says, turning around to look at his boyfriend. “Before you do—tell me; why are you doing this? Why did you become a street racer?”

To say that Jeongguk is shocked by the question is an understatement. His eyes widen a little, and even if he quickly recomposes his facial expression he’s still playing with the ring on his thumb.

“Oh. The reason—the reason is that…” Jeongguk starts, and something on his tone tells Taehyung that what Jeongguk is about to tell him is not one of his happiest memories. “I was supposed to go to college, at least my parents wanted me to. But I’ve never been too good with studies, and the only thing I really wanted to do wasn’t something they agreed with. So I—I didn’t want to go to college and major in Business, Law, or whatever they wanted me to do, and told them I could earn more money on my own without university than with it. And well, so far it’s been true and I’m winning a lot of money. I have been saving, but—I need more.”

“You need more?” Taehyung asks confused, Jeongguk nodding at him. “What for?”

“I want to go to college, hyung. I want to major in Dance, but my parents said they wouldn’t pay for my studies unless I got into a real program, or something like that. So that’s why I leave in a shit hole despite earning a shit ton of money. I’m just—I’m trying to save up until I have enough money to pay for everything. I don’t want to do this forever, either. I’m not even sure if I want to do it anymore.”

“Oh, Jeongguk,” replies Taehyung, surging forward and pulling Jeongguk in a hug. It seems like a recurrent thing, to end up hugging each other whenever they talk about this, but Taehyung has always been touchy—especially if those around him need comfort. Jeongguk seems kind of startled for a moment, but then his arms wrap tightly around Taehyung as well, hand wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. “If you don’t want to do this anymore—then don’t. You can get literally any other job, even if it doesn’t pay as well as the street racing, and work while you go to college. There are a million options, Jeongguk. Why would you keep doing this if you don’t want to? Look, I can—”

“I’m not going to let you pay for me, Taehyung,” Jeongguk interrupts, pulling away from Taehyung’s embrace to cross his arms over his chest and give the other a hard look.

Taehyung huffs. That was not what he was going to say right then, okay, but it was Plan B. “Jeongguk, listen to me. I don’t know how much you have saved, but I’m sure you have at least enough for your first year. You drop the street racing, I am sure I can get you a job that doesn’t require much expertise in anything but still pays decently, and if you don’t like it then we can find something else. I mean, I have a lot of connections, and if everything else fails you can always become the coffee guy in my father’s office.”

Jeongguk's expression turns into a horrified one, eyes widening comically as his lips fall open, and Taehyung uses two gentle fingers on the younger's chin to close his gaping mouth. "Taehyung," Jeongguk starts, fingers curling gently around the other's wrist. "I am not going to work for your father, that's for sure. I already felt as if someone had shoved a broomstick up my asshole during dinner that time when we went to see your family, do you think I can work like that? I would probably spill coffee all over him, anyway."

Taehyung laughs. The image of Jeongguk spilling coffee all over his father is amusing and terrifying at the same time. Amusing for obvious reasons, terrifying because Taehyung’s father would not like to get one of his work suits ruined by one of his employees—not even by his son-in-law, even if he has told Taehyung in multiple occasions ever since that dinner how much he likes Jeongguk.

“You’re so negative,” Taehyung groans. Then, using a more serious tone—because this is serious, because this is not only about Jeongguk’s future, but also his present and Taehyung just wants him to be happy with what he does. “We will find something soon, okay? And if you ever need money, I can lend you some.” Jeongguk tries to protest, but Taehyung covers his mouth with his palm. “I mean it! I’ll give you what you need, and you can pay me back even the last won if that’s going to make you feel better, but it’s time you do what you really want to, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right,” he says, sounding a bit more convinced now. “Maybe it’s about time I do.”

They stay silent for a moment, and then a thought crosses Taehyung’s mind. “Oh! You know what, I know the perfect way to save up,” Taehyung starts, smiling deviously. Jeongguk stares at him expectantly—although he also looks a little scared—and Taehyung blurts out, “You should move in with me! The place is mine and already paid, so no need to worry about rent. God, why didn’t this occur to me earlier? We’ve been dating for forever and you practically live at my place anywhere, we should have thought about this earlier.”

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk whines in protest. “I am not—stop acting like you’re my sugar daddy! I don’t need you to pay for my stuff, I actually have a place to live.”

“Your place is a shit hole,” Taehyung points out, and Jeongguk doesn’t even try to deny it. “Besides, my place is huge! It even has a guest bedroom. Listen, I don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me because this is what relationships and commitment are about, okay? It’s not like I’m making a huge sacrifice, or anything: we can split up the bills, and I’m sure it still will be less than what you’re paying for rent.”

(And well, in that exact moment Jeongguk doesn’t look so convinced. But Taehyung is persuasive, persuasive enough that less than a week later Jeongguk is contacting his landlord and letting him know his days at his place are over. By the end of the month, Taehyung and Jeongguk are carrying boxes full of Jeongguk’s stuff to their place, and Taehyung feels it again as he watches his wardrobe now full of Jeongguk’s clothes, too: the unmistakable feeling of love. Taehyung is in love. Taehyung has found it.)


 

Jeongguk told him over and over again that it wouldn’t be necessary, but Taehyung doesn’t care. He’s facing his father now, who is giving him a serious look that makes Taehyung a little nervous. It’s not stern—more like he’s trying to figure out if he’s trying to mess with him.

“So you say,” he starts, the words leaving his mouth slowly and also kind of carefully. “That Jeongguk needs a job.”

And, bam. There it is. Jeongguk really did tell him that working with his father would be a job, but Taehyung can see through his little act. Jeongguk could excel at whatever he tried to do, but he kept making excuses because he didn’t want Taehyung to ask. As if it would bother him, tsk. His relationship with his father—and his family overall—is a lot better now that he doesn’t actively try to be a pain in the ass anymore, and Taehyung’s parents like Jeongguk a lot. Why shouldn’t he be able to ask his father to find a job for Jeongguk? Any boyfriend would do that if they were in Taehyung’s shoes.

“That’s right,” Taehyung says, nodding. “His job at the shop doesn’t pay too well, so he has quit,” he lies, hoping his father doesn’t ask too much about it. “It’s just something temporary—he needs money because he wants to go to college next year—”

“He wants to go to college?” his father asks with renewed interest. “You should have mentioned that early. What does he want to major in?”

“Art,” Taehyung replies after hesitating for a moment. Taehyung’s father has never been a big lover of art, so Taehyung doesn’t know whether he will think it’s something stupid or not. Either way, it’s Jeongguk’s choice, so his father’s opinion is kind of irrelevant. “His parents aren’t exactly supportive of it, so he has to pay for everything himself.”

Taehyung’s father nods, understanding. “It’s a risky choice,” he starts, but he doesn’t sound judgmental. “But I’m sure he can make it if he works hard enough. That Jeongguk of yours—he seems perseverant. Ah, I’ve already told you, but he seems like a good kid.”

There's something about listening to his father praise Jeongguk that makes Taehyung feel warm inside, a little smile appearing on his lips. Is it pride? Perhaps it is. Taehyung is proud of Jeongguk, proud of how little, nineteen-year-old Jeongguk managed to make a living in a strange city just with a motorbike and some courage.

“He is,” Taehyung replies. “Both hard-working and a good kid. I promise he won’t let you down, dad. But he needs it, and I—”

“I’ll do it.”

Taehyung wouldn't have come all the way to his father's office if he didn't think he stood a chance, but he thought it would take him a lot more of convincing. This is why his father's words catch him off guard, leaving him wide-eyed. "Wait, what?" he asks, unable to contain his surprise. "Are you for real?"

His father says yes, and Taehyung is so grateful he stands up and pulls his father for a tight hug, He stays for a little longer after that, telling him a bit of how he’s doing, asking about his mother and his siblings. It’s amazing how in the last couple of months he has grown so comfortable around his own family again, comfortable enough to spend an hour chatting with his father without it getting awkward at any moment.

He’s about to leave, the door to the office open after Taehyung gave him greetings for all his family, when his father calls him. “Tell Jeongguk to talk things with his family,” he says. “What they happened to them is probably along the lines of what happened to us, so you and I know better than anyone that he still can fix it before it’s too late, yeah?”

Taehyung nods. “I will,” he promises. He’s about to leave again, but before he does so he says, “Bye, dad. I love you.”

When he gets home that night and tells Jeongguk about the little arrangements he did, Jeongguk pretends to be mad at first. He doesn't mention that odd sugar baby thing again, but instead, says how weird it will be to sleep next to his boss's son every night. Taehyung just rolls his eyes.

In the end Jeongguk thanks him approximately a million times—one of them with a blowjob, which might have been Taehyung’s favorite way—and makes sure the elder knows how grateful I am for everything you have done for me, hyung. Taehyung cannot help but feel like Jeongguk is a bit of a sap, but he doesn’t question it. Jeongguk dropping street racing is going to be a change


The night of Jeongguk’s last race is a night that Taehyung will always remember. Just like with the last ones, Taehyung preferred to stay at home instead of accompanying Jeongguk—it wasn’t fun anymore, and it just made him sick to watch Jeongguk’s motorbike stumble with his boyfriend on top; so yeah, no fun. Jeongguk gets home, and it should be like any other Saturday. But Jeongguk stays frozen under the doorframe, jacket still on and helmet hanging from his arm, and Taehyung lifts his eyes from the book he’s reading to frown at him.

“You okay, buddy?” he asks.

It’s funny, he will think later on. The words that triggered him getting some of the most pleasant news he had heard in a while were you okay, buddy? On his defense, Taehyung must admit he had no clue Jeongguk was planning this one to be his last race.  He knew the younger was planning to drop it, but after the outburst the first time Taehyung mentioned it, Taehyung decided that pressuring Jeongguk was a shit idea: the younger would take matters about it at his own pace, Taehyung guessed.

So he didn’t really ask, and Jeongguk, ever the romantic, decided to surprise him. That’s what leads Taehyung to ask, you okay, buddy?

And then Jeongguk replies, “I’ve told them.” Taehyung is confused. “I’ve told them I’m not coming back. To the street racing. I’m done there forever.”

It takes a minute for Taehyung to process it, but when he does—

“Jeonggukie!” he exclaims, jumping from the couch and wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s neck. He still has his book in his hand, and Taehyung doesn’t even want to imagine how ridiculous they must look: Taehyung hugging Jeongguk’s neck with a book in his hands, Jeongguk wrapping his around Taehyung’s waist while still holding the helmet. “That’s great. Fuck, that’s so fucking great, Jeongguk. Oh, my God, I'm so happy. God!"

Jeongguk laughs as Taehyung peppers kisses all over his face, and ah, God. He’s so fucking happy, because isn't it a relief to know the person you care about the most won't be risking his life weekly for a few thousand won? But Jeongguk cups his face with one of his hands, bringing their faces together. Their noses are brushing now and Taehyung is going a little cross-eyed trying to look at Jeongguk, but he still can wipe the stupid smile off his face.

He kisses Jeongguk, and at first is more both their grinning mouths clashing against each other than anything. But Jeongguk’s lips quickly find his, and ah. It’s so familiar, so Jeongguk.

He doesn’t tell Jeongguk he loves him, not now, and the words don’t leave the younger’s mouth either. But when they pull away Taehyung rests his forehead against Jeongguk’s, eyes closed, and mutters, “Thanks.”

Jeongguk sounds confused when he asks, “What for?”

“For everything,” Taehyung says, and he knows he’s being vague. He doesn’t want to elaborate, so he just says, “Thanks for making his feel like home,” and hopes that Jeongguk gets it without needing to say something else.

He seems to do, because Taehyung, even with his eyes closed, can feel the younger’s mouth stretch into a wide smile as he says, “You’re my home, Taehyung.”

And his is so weird, Taehyung thinks. Because he never thought he would be in this position, settling down and purposefully giving up on the adrenaline and the excitement for a routine, for something that he considered boring. But this is also perfect, because he has Jeongguk, and Jeongguk gives him a sense of safety that he’s now getting used to. It’s like everything he always wanted and never thought he would find. Like everything he never knew he needed.