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Jeongguk didn’t have any expectations for college. It was just going to be four years of his life. Keep his head down and get his work done. College wasn’t going to be anything more. Just like high school, he’d get through it. That was until he set his eyes on his roommate.
Things had started out normally. Very mundane. No one suspected a thing and Jeongguk liked it that way. High school had been hell during his transition. But college was a fresh start. He saw classes as an opportunity to actually learn for once and not be at the mercy of his tormentors. He finally could be himself and no one had to know about his past. And things had been alright for the first month. Jeongguk was getting along with his roommate, his devilishly handsome roommate. And Taehyung is gorgeous.
Taehyung is weak at the knees gorgeous. Sharp jawline, dark eyes, broad shoulders. Jeongguk was afraid he was drooling when he first met Taehyung. But he pulled himself together and was determined to make his first friend since his transition. And Taehyung was nice, at first. And then maybe he was not as oblivious as Jeongguk had hoped. Taehyung began to pick up on Jeongguk’s subtle flirting and then what had been a budding friendship crumbled before his eyes. Taehyung was still nice, but not really to Jeongguk. A wall came up between them and for a better part of three months, Taehyung has been ignoring his entire existence. But Jeongguk blames himself for that.
Jeongguk will be the first to admit this is a bad idea. But he’s tired of being ignored and even more tired of the sexual tension in the air. He knows he is not imagining it. He catches Taehyung staring at him frequently. A little too long when he comes out of the shower. Quick glances when they pass each other in the halls. Taehyung always sits close enough to keep an eye on his roommate at the dining hall. Jeongguk likes to watch from the buffet line as Taehyung scans the dining hall looking for him. So maybe this isn’t his best idea, but it can’t make things much worse between the two of them. They’re already not speaking to each other.
Back in his dorm room, Jeongguk hums as he gazes at Taehyung from beneath his eyelashes. He’s been staring at his roommate’s back for a good few minutes just watching his muscles flex as Taehyung stretches from time to time. Taehyung tenses but continues to stare straight ahead at a blank wall. His back is completely tense and he hunches forward slightly over his book he’s been attempting to read. Jeongguk grins when he sees the effect he has on Taehyung. If only Taehyung would just look.
Jeongguk stands up. Back facing Taehyung now. He slowly slips his hand down his torso and to the waistband of his sweatpants keeping his hand hovering at the hem of his panties. He shudders as he thumps at his clit through the thin material. Softly moaning at the way pleasure shivers down his spine. Jeongguk continues to tease himself. He can see Taehyung getting more and more tense. He stops. His fingers hook around the waistband of his sweats and he slowly slides them down his legs. He’s wearing simple white panties. Nothing too eye-catching.
He steps out of the sweat pants and kicks them to the side. His back is still turned, but he has a feeling Taehyung is watching. His fingers trail back up his torso to the hem of his t-shirt. He’s debating on whether or not to remove it. He decides against it. Instead he bends over to open one of his dresser drawers.
Without warning, Taehyung slams his hands down on his desk hard. The noise ricochets around the small dorm room making Jeongguk flinch. Jeongguk turns around to find raging eyes on him. And of course this was a predictable outcome. Jeongguk already knew that, but he didn’t think his roommate would look that mad. Taehyung usually wears a blank look across his face whenever Jeongguk is around. Jeongguk hasn’t seen his roommate smile in months. Seeing anything but that blank stare shocks Joengguk to his very core.
Taehyung’s ears are an adorable shade of pink. Jeongguk can’t help but smirk. Feeling like he has indeed won this round. Taehyung groans before turning back around to face his blank wall. Instead, he pulls out his headphones to mute and therefore distract him from Jeongguk’s little show. Taehyung is too stubborn to give Jeongguk the satisfaction of getting up and leaving. He’s not gonna let Jeongguk know that he got to him.
Taehyung shifts uncomfortably in his chair attempting to discreetly adjust his throbbing cock in his pants. “Stupid fucker,” Taehyung grumbles under his breath. Jeongguk has a nice ass. Nice legs. A soft breathy moan. Fuck.
Jeongguk sighs when he sees that Taehyung has effectively shut him out. He yanks out a pair of work out shorts from his dresser. He pauses for a minute and thinks about his next move in his plan to get Taehyung to talk to him. He could just call it a day. Maybe try again in a week, but he’s not ready to give up. Jeongguk shakes his head, psyching himself up. This is maddening.
Today Jeongguk came back to his dorm room earlier than usual, opting to skip his piano lesson with his friend Yoongi. He enjoys spending time with Yoongi and he’s fond of learning more about music. But he wanted to work out today. He needed to stop and grab his gym bag, but when he arrived he saw that Taehyung’s bag was on his bed and his laptop was on his desk, but Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Jeeongguk even made sure to check the closet and under the beds before he grabbed the laptop. His curiosity was at an all time high. He just needs to know what Taehyung is into. Really, it’ll be a pleasant surprise for Taehyung in the long run.
Checking Taehyung’s history was easy enough. Taehyung is an avid porn watcher. He’s caught him red handed a number of times. Jeongguk grimaced as he saw the heterosexual porn. Jeongguk himself identifies as pansexual. But still, seeing that Taehyung has never ventured beyond straight porn is a little disappointing. Gross even. He began to notice a common theme in Taehyung’s porn viewing history. Girls with small tits. And piss. A whole lot of peeing. Jeongguk exited out of the windows he opened, cleared the recent history and set the laptop back on the desk. Laying back on his bed now he mulled over his discovery. He has small tits. He has a pussy and a small bladder. All he needs to do now is make Taehyung realize he has everything he’s looking for in a partner. He didn’t end up going to the gym at all.
The neckline of his baggy t-shirt is a bit stretched out and therefore hangs off his shoulder, revealing his smooth skin and his collarbones. Satisfied by his look, Jeongguk approaches his roommate. He pulls the headphones down to Taehyung’s neck, causing Taehyung to angrily whip towards him. Taehyung is about to curse at his roommate when Jeongguk straddles his waist. Catching Taehyung off guard he leans in for a searing kiss. One that Taehyung eagerly returns just like Jeongguk knew he would.
Jeongguk whines as he feels soft lips slide against his own. He wraps his arms around Taehyung’s neck just to close the distance between them even more. His hips began to rock against his roommate’s hardening cock. They kiss for what only feels like a few seconds before Taehyung pushes him away, effectively bringing an end to whatever it is that they’re doing.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung is breathing hard as he stares at Jeongguk’s slick red lips still inches from his own. “Why would you do that? What’s your problem?” Taehyung scowls at his roommate who is still sitting directly on his painfully hard erection. Taehyung has a bruising grip on Jeongguk’s hips, keeping him from moving. Jeongguk’s eyes narrow into a glare.
“You’re my problem! Just admit you like me. I’ll even satisfy your piss kink.” Jeongguk boldly says, ready to lean back into the kiss, but Taehyung firmly holds him in place, keeping his distance as much as he can with Jeongguk still on his lap.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Taehyung’s grip tightens around Jeongguk’s slender hips. He never noticed before how slim his roommate’s waist actually is. He’s got a really small waist. He never noticed before because Jeongguk wears really baggy clothes. It’s too easy now that he can feel how small his roommate is in his grasp. “How am I the problem here? How’d you even find that out?” Taehyung asks.
Jeongguk whines, pouting at his roommate. “Why can’t you just get it already?” Taehyung gives him a confused look so Jeongguk clarifies. “Lets just fuck already! You can do whatever you want.” He practically purrs.
“Oh for fucks sake. I don’t like you and I don’t like dicks.” Taehyung tries to make it clear to the boy on his lap. Jeongguk just smirks at him.
“You do though.” Jeongguk argues. He knows he’s not mistaken. Taehyung just needs to get his head out of his ass. “Besides, I don’t have a cock.” Jeongguk says confidently. Taehyung gives Jeongguk a startled look. Jeongguk almost wants to laugh at the perplexed expression Taehyung is giving him. Jeongguk starts grinding down against Taehyung’s painfully hard erection. It doesn’t clear up his confusion, just turns him on more. But Jeongguk is right about one thing. There is definitely only one cock between the two of them. “Just stop pretending. I’m not blind. I see the way you stare at me. It’s okay to think I’m hot.”
Jeongguk can’t take the stupid look on his roommate’s face any longer. He pries one of Taehyung’s hands off his hips and drags his fingers down to his pussy nestled in between his thighs that are straddling his roommate. Taehyung’s fingers instinctively curl up into the soft fabric between Jeongguk’s legs. He registers the soft panties through gym shorts that are baggy and practically falling off Jeongguk's hips. He’s clearly not wearing boxers or briefs. Jeongguk wants to laugh at the look on Taehyung’s face but then his roommate grazes his clit, punching a sudden moan from his lips. It only seems to send Taehyung into further confusion before it dawns on him.
“You’re trans?” Taehyung mumbles more to himself than anyone else.
“I’m a boy.” Jeongguk says sternly.
“You have a cunt.” Taehyung sneers, catching Jeongguk off guard. That’s not the reaction he was expecting. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“Hyung—”
“I do not like you. Get that through your head.”
Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s words seriously this time. He grabs his book bag and storms out. He doesn’t return until it’s been dark for hours and any other reasonable person would be asleep. He went to a quiet area of the library and cried until he couldn’t anymore. Until he just felt numb and empty inside. He went about this all wrong. He was convinced that just making a move would do the trick. Now he’s messed it all up for good. He returns to his dorm to find Taehyung sleeping and he crawls into his own bed.
They don’t say anything to each other the next morning. Or the morning after that. They don’t speak a word to each other for at least a week. Jeongguk makes a point of ignoring Taehyung’s existence. It’s uncomfortable in their dorm room. But Jeongguk only stays there to sleep. Otherwise he avoids his roommate like the plague. He used to see Taehyung multiple times a day and now he was lucky if he even saw Taehyung that day. Taehyung wasn’t always there when he woke up and sometimes he doesn’t even recall Taehyung returning to their dorm room at night. But it’s for the best.
Before class on Wednesday morning Jeongguk walks to the administration building to officially request a new dorm room for next semester. Afterwards, as he is heading to his first class of the day, someone rams into his shoulder sending him sprawling to the pavement. He lands on the ground hard and pain shoots up his spine. He feels dizzy as he looks up, blurry figures stand around him.
“Sorry about that little girl.” A gritty voice seeps into his ears. His vision starts to clear and he recognizes two out of the four boys standing over him. He’s seen two of the guys hanging out with Taehyung on occasion. He doesn’t know their names, but that doesn’t matter as he registers what one of the guys just said to him.
“Not a girl.” Jeongguk tries to say but he feels like he has marbles in his mouth and someone standing on his chest. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his blood pulsing through his body. It's the end of winter but Jeongguk feels like he’s sitting in a sauna.
“You look like a girl.” A tall muscular boy says.
“You sound like a girl.” A shorter boy says.
“Bet we’d find a cunt if we stripped you.” A different boy that Joengguk doesn’t recognize snickers.
“Le—leave me alo—ne.” Jeongguk stammers, a scream is bubbling at the back of his throat.
“Aw don’t be like that.” One of Taehyung’s friends say. “Heard you’re a bit of a whore. We’re just offering our services to a little boycunt like you.”
“No!” Jeongguk yells as one of the boys reaches for him. They haul him up by the collar of his t-shirt. The fabric strains against his neck and tears at the seams until it’s hanging off his shoulders and reveals the binder he’s wearing.
“Fuck, are your tits really in that?” Another boy gasps.
Tears start to stream down Jeongguk’s face as other students start to approach them. He wobbles on his feet as he tries to back away from the four boys. As a crowd starts to gather Jeongguk grabs his stuff. A girl, short but with bleached hair, approaches Jeongguk. She steps in front of the trembling boy, glaring at the group of guys harassing him.
“Fuck off!” She snarls.
Taehyung’s friends look around them at the people watching and scoff. “We weren’t gonna do anything anyway.” One of them says before storming off.
The girl turns towards Jeongguk and reaches out a hand to him but he flinches away. “Do—don’t touch me!” Tears are still streaming down his face. He can’t stop them even if he wants to. He backs away before turning and sprinting back to his dorm room. He tries to hold his torn shirt together the best he can. He makes it back to his dorm room in a matter of minutes.
Taehyung jolts as his door swings open. He’s about to say something when he sees Jeongguk. Jeongguk crying. Jeongguk shaking and trembling uncontrollably. Jeongguk’s ripped shirt. Jeongguk’s exposed skin. He acts on autopilot.
“Jeongguk!” Taehyung rushes forward. Jeongguk can barely step into the room before Taehyung has the door shut and Jeongguk’s back pressed against the solid wood. “What happened?”
“Get away from me!” Jeongguk screams as sobs rack his body. He can’t stand anymore, the only thing keeping him up right is the door behind him and Taehyung’s hands around his hips. “Don’t touch me!”
“Who did this to you?” Taehyung fires back, red clouding his vision.
“You!” Jeongguk sobs, shoving at Taehyung’s chest.
“No, no, no, no, no, no…” Taehyung starts muttering to himself as he takes the awful state Jeongguk is in. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Get away from—” A sob cuts him off as it forces his way through his throat.
“Oh no, baby please.” Taehyung’s voice is deep, smooth and oh so soft. It wraps around Jeongguk like a comforting blanket. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want them to know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think they’d do anything—”
“But they did! They hurt me because of you!” Jeongguk finally pushes Taehyung away and scrambles to his bed. He buries himself in his blankets, sobbing as his mind forces him to relieve every horrible thing people have said and done to him. He doesn’t even hear the door open and close. It takes Jeongguk twenty minutes to realize Taehyung is no longer in the room.
It's another twenty minutes before Taehyung returns. Jeongguk doesn’t want to acknowledge his roommate but he can’t stop himself from peeking out from under his blankets. Taehyung’s hair is a mess. His knuckles look bruised and the skin is split open. The expression on his face is dark. Just his presence sends a chill down his spine.
“Jeongguk—”
“What did you do?” Jeongguk cuts him off.
“They won’t bother you again. And if they do, I’ll fucking kill them.” Taehyung grits.
“I don’t understand.” Jeongguk says; he can’t take his eyes off of his roommate’s ruined knuckles.
“They shouldn’t have bothered you in the first place. That’s my fault and I apologize. I made sure they won’t bother you again. If they so much as look at you, tell me.” Taehyung’s deep voice has an edge to it Jeongguk can’t explain.
Jeongguk slides out of bed. He’s still in his torn shirt. Taehyung’s jaw clenches at the sight of Jeongguk’s exposed skin. He reaches for Taehyung’s hands and inspects his knuckles. Taehyung tries to pull away but Jeongguk’s grip tightens. He can tell that Taehyung tried to scrub away the blood. But it just made his knuckles look raw. The skin is damaged and splitting around the protruding bones of his knuckles.
“It’s fine.” Taehyung tries to pull away again.
“Just let me bandage them.” Jeongguk says and Taehyung just gives in. He collapses into his desk chair, exhausted. He reaches for his dresser as Jeongguk pulls out some medical supplies. They don’t have much but Jeongguk has what he needs. Taehyung grabs one of his shirts as Jeongguk lays out the supplies on the desk.
“Baby,” Taehyung says softly, making Jeongguk’s breath catch. “C’mere,” Jeongguk goes willingly, standing in between Taehyung’s spread thighs. His touch is gentle as his fingers catch on the hem of Jeongguk’s ruined t-shirt. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice is so soft it makes Jeongguk want to start crying all over again. He pulls at Jeongguk’s hips until the boy is straddling his lap. A similar position they were in a week ago. Except under quite different circumstances.
He carefully pulls the shirt up and over Jeongguk’s head. Jeongguk doesn’t think he can breathe. Taehyung only glances at the binder covering Jeongguk’s chest before he slides his own shirt over Jeongguk’s head. Taehyung’s shirt is big and baggy and it completely swamps Jeongguk’s slim form. His hands slide down Jeongguk’s torso until they rest on his thighs. He’s not sure where to put his hands and he doesn’t want to make his roommate uncomfortable after what he had to deal with today.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Jeongguk softly mumbles as he grabs the ointment he left on the desk.
Taehyung stares at his roommate thoughtfully as Jeongguk starts to apply the ointment to his damaged knuckles. “It’s how I should have always treated you, baby.”
“Stop calling me that.” Jeongguk says as he wraps one of Taehyung’s hands.
“You don’t like it? Would you prefer to be my bunny?” Taehyung teases, lightening the somber mood.
Jeongguk’s face blooms bright red. “No that’s not it.”
“Then what?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk finishes up the final bandage. He goes to slide off of Taehyung’s laps but he suddenly finds hands around his hips holding him in place. Jeongguk tries not to flinch at the contact and reminds himself it’s just Taehyung. Taehyung who is treating him so delicately and speaking to him in such a soft voice and calling him baby and it’s making his heart clench painfully.
“You don’t mean it. Remember, you don’t like me.” Jeongguk scowls as Taehyung drags him back into his chest.
“I like you.” Those words are like ice water to Jeongguk. “I’m an idiot Jeongguk-ah. I really do like you.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say. This wasn’t what he was expecting. He didn’t think Taehyung would ever speak to him again. He wasn’t sure he even wanted his roommate to speak to him again. But now… “You can call me baby. Or bunny.” Jeongguk feels like his face is on fire.
“Yeah?” Taehyung’s grip tightens around his hips and Jeongguk can suddenly feel the pressure of his cock against his thighs. Yeah he wants this. Maybe Taehyung wants it this time too.