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Jeongguk has always been a romantic.
He has always craved love, the cliché and classic— the unusual and the messy. It didn't matter to him.
He had also always been a queer man. It dawned on him quite easily. Being surrounded by six other men who looked drop-dead gorgeous throughout his teenage and adult years could have been an active factor to the awakening.
Though he wasn’t gay, but bisexual. He liked both girls and boys. Even though he leaned towards men.
And last but not the least, Jeongguk has always been in love.
With Kim Taehyung. His band mate who’s two years older than him, who had helped him break through his shy, introverted self back in the days, and the hyung he considers is the most handsome out of all his hyungs.
Though that would be an understatement to the jaw-dropping beauty that Taehyung possessed, Jeongguk firmly believes.
When he had realised that they’d have to be separated during the course of a year and a half for their respective military services— for Jeongguk couldn’t enroll into the Special Forces Unit because of his visible tattoos— the maknae had been disheartened.
The first person he looked at after the last confirmation of them enlisting the following month was Taehyung. And he had hopelessly— almost childishly, wanted the other to look back at him.
But Taehyung was chatting with Namjoon about what he presumed was their joint service. If the animated conversation with their serious expressions was anything to go by.
Jeongguk felt stupid to feel jealous, but he was. For the first time, he wanted to switch places with one of his hyungs just so he could be at the same place Taehyung was going.
But he had to limit himself to the head chef at the military base. Not that he didn’t enjoy cooking, or wasn’t already a professional at it— but at the cost of missing Taehyung with every fibre of his being?
No. It was just a mere job for him then.
Now as he stood watching the broth boiling in an oversized pot, the voices of his kitchen-mates talking and joking was just white noise.
Jimin was there, but he had his own duties to tend to. His presence was the only thing grounding him, the only reason he hasn’t shut himself out completely.
And another, the breaks. Those breaks where they were allowed to look through their phones, call, text, scroll through social media and post a little something for the fans that awaited them— those were his favourite.
Through the course of his service, he has gotten plenty of those breaks. His successful idol career and over the top cooking and guiding skills contributed to that factor.
And every time Jeongguk was handed his phone back, the first thing he did was open his messaging app— and click on the contact he so dearly saved.
***
Taehyung hated this hellhole of a place. The military base reeked. Not just of sweat and gunpowder from the tiring training and missions but also of toxic masculinity.
Everytime a soldier made a ‘joke’ about some other soldier who was evidently just skinny and trying to push through the available gym equipment— Taehyung’s blood boiled.
It didn’t help when they passed a very obvious homophobic comment to the struggling trainee.
He didn’t want to associate himself with a crowd like that. Even if he was meant to be friendly and include himself among them, he chose to rather just sit back and observe.
He only answered when someone questioned, and kept in mind to be discreet as hell.
None of these people deserved to know what was going on in his life, though Taehyung could even tell how many flings these other men had before enlisting here.
“I’d love to chat more, but my phone break is soon and I don’t wanna miss it today.” He made sure to pass a blinding smile, though fake, and left the table even before they could reply back anything. “Fucking assholes,” he muttered through a mouthful of the marshmallow he found on the menu today after dumping his dinner plate into the trash bin.
Taehyung sighed out loud once he took a seat on his bunk bed, choosing to lay down the next second because his body ached. His phone screen lightened after he restarted the device— and right after connecting to the base’s wi-fi, notifications came raining upon.
“Oh, damn.” He whistled, realising he’s not even opening half of them. Only the important ones.
Scrolling through twitter timeline bores him rather quick, so he resorts to opening his messages.
There are a ton of them, but his eyes catch one of the contacts that only sent him a single message, unlike everyone else who have a lot of stories to tell.
It’s Jeongguk. His Jeonggukie— as the contact name reads. An involuntary smile spreads over his lips as he opens the message first, not even realising how he ignored his parents’ and siblings’.
“miss you, hyung” The message reads. Vague, and simple, it doesn’t even demand his attention like the others.
But he opens it first, anyway.
Something in Taehyung aches, it’s as if the younger didn’t know how to express himself, what to talk about, or how to initiate a conversation that he texted the most obvious message.
One that he has been repeating ever since they started the service. The ache of missing each other, it’s something that they know won’t be soothed any sooner.
But today, when he reads the barely there words in the serenity of an almost empty room with just one of his roommates in the corner— something in his heart stirs.
Taehyung heaves a breath at the realisation.
Until now, he has been thinking that he was missing everybody in the same measures.
He missed how Seokjin used to confide in him despite being the eldest, and he also missed how he bickered away with Jeongguk whatever chance they used to get.
Yoongi’s annoying grunts when he used to cuddle up to him, the reluctance to say ‘i love you’s’ back but doing it the moment both Jeongguk and he gave him their puppy eyes.
The outings with Hoseok hyung that Jeongguk almost never missed to tag along, clicking their pictures religiously, refusing to take selfies until coaxed multiple times.
Taehyung missed the deep talks with Namjoon that slowly used to reduce into lighthearted conversations and laughter, and how Jeongguk always managed to squeeze himself between them. Not talking, but always listening.
He missed Jimin’s comforting arms that were always open for him to snuggle into, especially on the days he felt extra gloomy. And Jeongguk’s disgruntled face when the former pulled him in too, complaining about how hot it is when three people are cuddling. He always hugged back, though. Little tsundere.
And Jeongguk… fuck.
Taehyung flinched at the single notification that blared through his phone, snapping him out of the reverie he was successfully sucked into for a whole five minutes.
There is no memory of him that doesn’t include Jeon Fucking Jeongguk. The boy who he watched with his own eyes growing up into the fine and sexy man that he is now, the same boy who had problems meeting eyes with people because of his shy nature, and the same fucking man who makes his heart flutter when he smiles up at him.
How oblivious could Taehyung be? To not realise that his heart has tangled up with his younger band-mate, to the point that he isn’t capable of remembering his days with the group where Jeongguk wasn’t present?
“How fucking dumb,” he whispers, diverting his attention back to his phone screen to see another message.
Jeonggukie 💜
i saw you came online
Taehyung gulps, the sudden realisation of being in fucking love with his dongsaeng and group-mate making his stomach twist in knots as he reads the innocent message, observing how the typing bubble appears and disappears for a few seconds before it stops altogether.
“Okay, it’s just Jeonggukie. You can do this!” He gives himself a pep talk, whispering into the air encouragement that he shouldn’t need to reply to his best friend of years.
hi, baby.
The very innocent nickname that he and Jimin call Jeongguk often just to spite him now sounds like he is laying his heart bare to the younger— but old habits die hard.
hi.
It’s awkward. Why is it so awkward?
i missed you too.
Taehyung shouldn’t be holding his breath just because of text messages, but he feels like his lungs are on fire and his face is hot.
He definitely needs time to make himself used to the fact that he is in love with the younger. One year should be enough.
is that why you took so much time
to text me back? ;-)
Fuck. No, his Jeonggukie sounds sad.
no, baby
i just got caught up in something
Yeah, caught up in figuring his feelings out on a random Thursday evening.
i swear i didn’t ignore you on purpose.
it’s okay hyung 👍
how’s your day going?
meh, not that good.
all the men are shit here,
fucking homophobes.
ew.
Taehyung giggles at the response, “cute.” He whispered to himself.
exactly, ew.
now, tell me about yours?
what did you cook today?
uhhh i’m the head chef so i just
guide the juniors mostly.
though i do cook.
i made chicken noodle soup today!
and there were many other dishes
i forgot the names, you know my
memory is shit
Jeongguk is ranting, probably excited to share about his day to Taehyung like always— how has he never realised just how fucking adorable the younger is?
Or maybe, he has realised. But never… in a romantic context like now.
hyung?
is the break over :<
no, no
i’m here, the network was glitching.
Oh god, when did he actually become a liar? And such a smooth one at that?
you know, same.
the other day i wanted to watch an episode of death note
but netflix wouldn’t fucking load!
why keep a wi-fi and give us phone breaks
when you can’t even provide a good network!?!?
right
am i ranting too much?
/baby
jeongguk, you know you can
rant to me.
okay, hyung
;)
***
There are a lot of things that Jeongguk loves. Adrenaline rush, his job, anime, video games, cooking, and many more things.
But he’s sure if there is something that he loves the most is— filling Taehyung in on what went on throughout his day— doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad.
It’s also because the elder listens really well, his eyes always staying on Jeongguk quite earnestly. It had given him a stupid-stupid hope in the past that Taehyung might reciprocate his feelings— but he had been quick to bury the thought down in his heart.
Taehyung has so many people that are dying to score a single date with him, the fact that he makes time for Jeongguk whenever he has a little to no schedule should be enough for him.
Also, he wouldn’t fucking know what to do with all that if the elder ever came to love him back— or even think of him rather romantically.
The mere thought makes his toes curl and breath hitch violently.
If he is innocently so in love with Taehyung, there’s also another side to it, the not-so innocent one. He craves the elder too much.
Jeongguk craves the taste of the other’s lips, wants their tongues to lap at each other’s while he had the weight of Taehyung all over his lap.
He has had it once, when the group was playing the boring game of truth and dare. Jimin had notoriously dared Taehyung to kiss the cutest guy among the six, and well— that was the night he had gotten to know he was a cute the cutest guy in his crush’s eyes.
And also, that Taehyung tasted so deliciously of strawberry chapstick, and that he was evidently a good kisser.
Kim Taehyung was his first kiss. And he has been determined enough to not let anyone else kiss him on the mouth ever since then.
Even though he had no desires or hopes of getting the same love back from the elder, the love of his life— he could live out his romantic fantasies— even if it only made him needier and hornier every passing day.
But he was a dedicated lover. Saving his firsts for Taehyung while simultaneously giving up on the aspect of the latter being even slightly in love with him like he was?
That’s Jeon Jeongguk for you.
***
One year was nearly not enough.
If Taehyung reassured himself over and over that he’d be able to sort his feelings out and unabashedly confess to Jeongguk soon after they met fully out of the barracks— then he was fucking lying.
They’re heading to Los Angeles to start the creative process of their upcoming album that was to be released next year, and even if meeting Jeongguk after a whole year, properly, with no uncertainty of going back to the military service was overwhelming, he was still hesitant around him.
Jeongguk was the same, yet he looked a little different. The good different.
His body was built more than it already was before, his voice sounded hot to him somehow, and his personality? It’s like it had an upgrade even though the younger had one of the best ones already.
Jeongguk felt mature, and Taehyung didn’t know if he was just proud or the heat pooling low in his abdomen was anything relevant.
If it was, he was fucked.
Cause he’s not jumping Jeongguk to fuck him before confessing. Oh my god, no.
He’s not going to be a horny asshole just because he was a celibate during the military while also going through an active crisis over his blooming feelings for the younger man.
Though he had failed to realise that his jitters and nervousness, also the distant behaviour was making a certain someone nervous.
Jeongguk knew Taehyung was clingy as fuck, so why was he not clinging to him— him who never complained? Why was he draping himself over Yoongi who looked really sleepy after the long flight— jet lagged and grumbling curses?
It made him sulk, and he knew that it was really childish of him to, but he couldn’t help it.
He wanted attention, and he wanted it now.
But he’d rather cry himself on the way to their rented villa than confront Taehyung.
For he might just cry out an ‘I love you’ instead of ‘I missed you’.
And that wasn’t an embarrassment he was ready for just yet.
“You look constipated.” Jimin spat right when he sat next to him in the car, sighing out loud at the relief of the soft leather beneath him. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk mumbled, eyes gazing out of the window to not give away his keen gaze that was searching for a certain someone.
“Taehyung is gonna come too, he wanted to drive this one.” If Jimin had a little smug face, he didn’t care because the other was already looking away from him.
The younger couldn’t help the nervous butterflies that fluttered in his stomach at the mention, but he didn’t show his surprise— or better, eagerness on his face. “Oh, okay.”
He simply mumbled, making the elder snort. The car door opened not too shortly.
“Hey so one of you both gotta sit in front because I’m not going around LA looking like a driver, now.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes at the other two in the back, momentarily letting go of his initial hesitation around Jeongguk.
“Fuck off!” Jimin grumbled. “I’m really very comfortable and I’m not moving away from here.” He took his shoes off and crisscrossed his legs just to make his point clear.
“Of course, diva.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, looking expectantly towards Jeongguk who silently nodded and moved to the front. “Thank you, baby.”
The nickname slipped very easily, and even though it was a part of their routine already, hearing it in person after so long made the younger’s breath hitch ever so slightly.
He turned towards Taehyung who was feeding the GPS with their location and bit his lips— he was the only one who looked so bothered and stiff.
Stupid feelings. Stupid heart.
He failed to notice the slight tremble to the elder’s fingers and the evident blush on his cheeks, but Jimin in the backseat could literally smell the tension and anticipation that dripped between and through their actions.
The ride to the villa was an hour or so long, even when Taehyung drove at a relatively fast pace, still within the speed limit.
It wasn’t too long, but it was long enough for Jeongguk’s mind to wander at hundred miles per meter.
He was an over-thinker, one of the many traits he hated about himself.
So it was only inevitable that he thought and thought again about what this distance between him and Taehyung could mean.
He just hoped that it didn’t mean that there would be a crack between their relationship from now on. Hoped like a fool that the elder didn’t just randomly started hating him during the course of the military service.
Just hoped he hadn’t been annoying and insufferable enough for Taehyung to start being weirded out by him.
The car halted in front of the mansion, and it was enough to snap him out of his overspeeding and unnecessary conclusions. He clicked open the door and stepped out— Jimin and Taehyung following right after.
They were the first ones to reach, probably because the other four split into two cars and let the drivers drive it.
They always took their time taking the longest route just so they could be paid more anyway.
“Wow, this looks so… serene.” Taehyung roamed his eyes all around the open area with a pool and greenery, unaware of the doe eyes that stuck at his face only.
If there was anything that was the most serene to look at for Jeongguk— it was the elder.
And with his mouth wide open in adoration and curiosity, he looked all the more beautiful in his eyes.
Jimin snickered and mumbled. “Bang PD hyung booked this, by the way.”
“Ugh,” Taehyung groaned, “you really had to ruin my mood with this information?”
“Just reminding you.” Jimin draped both his hands around the maknaes’ shoulders, bringing them in for a tight but brief hug.
“Mhm,” Jeongguk made a noise of protest, still not feeling up to the notch with the long flight hours and slight nausea from the car. “Why are we not going inside?”
“I think I forgot to take the spare key from Hobi hyung.” Taehyung scratched his nape with a sheepish smile, already out of the hug to check his pockets.
“Nice, wonderful!” Jimin sarcastically smiled and tightened the hug around Jeongguk’s shoulders without realising.
The youngest rolled his eyes before knowingly letting his body go slack and giggling when Jimin had to push him away reluctantly. “Brat.”
“I’m gonna go sit by the pool,” Jeongguk mumbled while rubbing over his eyes. “I don’t think I can stand anymore, and the car is not an option.” He’d definitely throw up if the smell reached his nose once again.
Taehyung followed with his eyes until the younger took a seat on the deck chair, shielding his eyes by his arms.
Really thick arms. He had to gulp down as a shiver ran past his spine.
“You’ll burn a hole through him by the stare, Tae.”
Jimin made an obnoxious sound before giggling, and Taehyung glared at him after flinching violently at the sudden interruption to his rather filthy thoughts.
“I wasn’t staring.”
“Sure, you were counting his steps then?”
Taehyung sighed, knowing the other was not the one to be fooled. “I had a realization last year…” he started.
“Okay, spill?”
“I think I have feelings.” He made sure Jeongguk wasn’t looking their way or reading into their body languages before continuing. “For Jeonggukie.”
Jimin stared at him for a few seconds, before frowning. “You’re realising that just now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I thought you weren’t that dumb to take this much time to come around your very obvious feelings.” Jimin nonchalantly mumbled.
Taehyung’s heartbeat increased at the notion. He really took his time, huh?
“What gave it away…?”
“God, you look at him like you wanna devour him or something.” His band mate stated. “Not in a cannibal way of course, but you know what I mean.”
“You’re making me sound really horny, you know?” Taehyung kicked his shin really lightly.
“I’m just helping you, duh!”
“Does he… does he look at me in some way too?” He had his own speculations, he did— but then he didn’t want to come out as a delusional loser.
“I’m sorry to say this, I really love you, Tae but you’re a fucking idiot.” Jimin shook his head before massaging his head like he was the one going through a crisis. Which he, genuinely, was.
“Just tell me!” Taehyung whined.
“There are many ways to describe how he looks at you, but the most accurate would be that he can’t even believe that you’re real.”
If the red coating on his cheeks was painfully visible, Jimin just chuckled fondly.
“I’d say go for it, I could see wheels turning in your head the whole time during the flight.”
Taehyung sighed. “What if we’re reading it all wrong?”
“I can’t read it wrong.” Jimin said. “Remember how I used to ship Namjoon and Jin hyung? They literally have been together now for years— Chim Senses are never wrong.”
“I don’t know.”
“Stop sighing like a betrayed maiden and just fuck the tension out.”
“I swear to god.” Taehyung grumbled at the other in exasperation before glancing at Jeongguk’s direction just to notice how his head lolled to his left while he snored away the lethargy.
His heart melted at the sight.
“Finally!” Jimin exclaimed as soon as he saw two cars pulling into the open area. “I thought we were gonna spend the entire day here.”
“I thought everyone had spare keys?” Seokjin questioned while stretching his limbs and cracking the tension in his muscles.
“Tae forgot it.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” The mentioned deadpanned before fetching it from the eldest’s palms and jogging away to unlock the main door.
Their luggage was already in anyway, they just needed to freshen up, eat and have a good sleep.
“Jeongguk-ah?” Taehyung strictly forbade anyone else to wake the younger up, knowing they’d flinch him awake in the process. “Wake up.” He softly ran his fingers through the dry locks, grimacing at how stiff they felt.
“Mhm,” the younger hummed before squirming on his place, still refusing to open his eyes properly.
“Come on, get washed up and sleep on the bed, baby.”
“Fuck. I’m so tired.” Jeongguk whined in his sleep, only opening his eyes a bit to look up at him.
Taehyung gulped, trying not to let the sweet voice reach anywhere near his, well, dick.
He doesn’t know why he’s acting like a horny pervert ever since landing in LA. It’s embarrassing as fuck.
“I know,” the younger sighs when Taehyung ruffles his hair softly, almost lulling him into sleep again. “Hey, you need to shower and eat something first.”
Jeongguk reluctantly nodded and gathered every bit of energy in him to get away from the chair and move inside the mansion— instinctively lacing their fingers together.
Taehyung’s heart stutters, hard, before it starts beating too hard against his ribs.
Oh my god. Oh my God. Oh My God.
The elder chants in his brain like a broken tape recorder, not even realising that Jeongguk is pulling them to walk towards the couches. His eyes stay glued to their intertwined hands, stuck in a fit.
A loud yawn from the younger snaps him out of his crisis, and he looks up to catch Jimin staring at their conjoined hands with a smirk over his lips. He tilts his head in the ‘I told you’ manner and giggles into his palms before fleeing away.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk calls him out, still holding his hands without so much as realising what he is doing.
And what it’s doing to Taehyung’s weak heart.
“Yeah?”
“I missed you.”
Oh. Their expressions morph into something unexplainable, slow blinks and parted lips— fast, loud heartbeats and ringing ears.
“I missed you too, Gguk.” Taehyung whispers, knowing these three words are not even remotely enough to convey his feelings.
The longing, the yearning, and the desperation to have each other in their arms— words are not enough to describe the merciless way it weighed on the hearts of both.
But their eyes, Jeongguk thinks, are looking into each other too deeply for it to be just casual. Is he hoping? Maybe.
A minute of hope is better than begging for an ounce of love, anyway. And Taehyung loves him, just probably not in the way Jeongguk wishes he would.
“Is this a wedding altar?” Yoongi’s voice beams, teasing yet guarded so it doesn’t even sound like he’s joking.
Taehyung widens his eyes like caught in an act— and it shouldn’t make Jeongguk think, not so hard, but he still does.
Did it make the elder uncomfortable? A coiling heat settles in the pit of his stomach as he looks away, sighing lightly before making his way to whatever room he finds first.
Jeongguk’s face is hot because of the nerves, ‘cause of the sadness. And also because the slight hope that kept rising in his chest, just hit the rock bottom once again.
“Stupid.” He mumbled to himself for the nth time, grabbing a towel from the closet and walking into the bathroom to hopefully feel rejuvenated and not like he wanted to hide himself away from the world.
***
Being in unrequited love teaches you a lot of things.
For starters, it teaches you to live with a constant ache in your heart.
Then, slowly, it makes you learn to watch your beloved enjoying themselves while you’re in a corner— miserable and burning.
It makes you strong enough to watch your love getting flirted with.
Jeongguk reminds himself he’s strong, but with the way the employee keeps raking his eyes over Taehyung like he’s anything but a human of his own, it makes all the ugly feelings rush to him in full speed.
He’s not oblivious to his jealous, overprotective, possessive nature— but he knows that doing anything other than sitting back and observing the pervert until he doesn’t make a wrong move would look unreasonable.
Jeongguk sighs, arms crossed and resting over his chest as he looks down. The mask is intact on his face, and so is it on the elder’s face. No one recognises them, he hopes.
Walking towards the counter the moment the shady employee leaves, he can’t help but gauge Taehyung's eyes, and what expression he has in them.
Was he bothered? Anxious? Looking for him?
But why would he? Not like he’s his knight in a shining armour. The elder is completely capable of protecting himself from anybody.
He just wished he could grip Taehyung’s waist, not like his possession, but his person. His solace, which the other truly is.
“Is it done?” Jeongguk asked, trying his best not to backhug the other to showcase how he feels from the inside— like a burning lava.
“Yeah, he’s just bringing the order out.” Taehyung smiled, it was visible with the way the side of his eyes creased. “Hungry?”
“So much.” They giggled lightly, heart easing instead of beating in the same unnerving rhythm.
“Wanna eat something from the readymade snacks aisles?” Taehyung asked, turning towards Jeongguk completely.
“I would, but I wanna eat proper food right now.”
Taehyung still bought one pringles’ pack, sour cream and onion— his favourite flavour that rested along with their food in the backseat of the car.
Everyone was still bathing and freshening up when Jeongguk tried ordering food from the app, but the network wasn’t cooperating. So they decided to go out and get the food since everyone was too hungry to wait.
He was fine with getting it alone, but Taehyung wanted to tag along, so who was he to say no?
***
“Jeongguk, you’re dozing off on the table, go to sleep.” Seokjin lightly pats his head before moving to put his and the younger’s plates in the dishwasher. “You too, Yoongi.”
“They’re really jet lagged, huh?” Hoseok chimed in and smiled with a nose scrunch. “These two were too quick to get into the recording mood, I could hear the guitar and all when I went to nap in the afternoon.”
“Two months is not that long now,” Taehyung reasoned, eyes taking in how Jeongguk rubbed at his face before stretching and leaving the room. “We should probably follow them and start with the process too.”
“Of course.” Jimin snickers under his breath, briefly catching Taehyung’s eyes who was quick to glare back. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure.”
Taehyung only pinched him harshly before leaving the dining area too.
His room was comfortable, big enough, and had a good balcony too— he should be fine with sleeping here.
But he was, evidently, not. It was currently past midnight yet sleep came nowhere near him. The mattress was soft, the air conditioning chilled up to the max, yet there was a void that refused to go down.
He knew what it was, but the hesitation to work on it was winning.
Until it was not.
Taehyung threw away the blankets, switched the AC off and locked the room before he could think over his decision once again and stay miserably cold the whole night.
Jeongguk’s room came into his sight as he walked a bit further from his own on the first floor, and the pool of heat in his stomach was solely because of nervousness.
It wasn’t something new, whenever they could— he and Jeongguk cuddled at nights. It was a routine.
Which has been thrown to the back of their minds now that they have their own houses and were separated during the military service.
Because Taehyung needed a body to hold while sleeping, and the younger was more than willing to offer his own. The other members weren’t blatantly denying him, but he could sense their discomfort after a while.
It was fine, not everyone liked feeling stuffy and huddled up while sleeping.
But with Jeongguk? It was as if it was second nature for the younger to let Taehyung hold him, stroke his hair and pull him even close until his face was naturally planted against the crook of the elder’s neck.
With those heart-fluttering images in his mind, Taehyung knocks on the door, before realising that the other sleeps like a log. So he just twists the door open, finding complete darkness, the blinds pulled close tightly to allow no amount of light inside.
Typical Jeongguk.
He walks in slowly, tiptoeing to not startle the younger.
He feels over the bed and finds empty space to the right, laying down the next second. The relief he feels then is unmatched to any other ecstasy.
Jeongguk stirred, a groan making its way out of his lips before he shuffled to turn his body towards him.
Taehyung panicked first, before relaxing because it’s just his Jeonggukie. Why was he so anxious? He should really do something about the constant jitters around the younger— before he’s painfully obvious to not just Jimin but everybody.
“Huh?” The questioning voice snaps him out, and he looks over to see Jeongguk was waking up.
Eyes still halfway open, the younger tried making sense of his surroundings. “Hyung?” He called out, not really able to see anything in the dark. “Tae hyung?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk sags against the mattress, in understanding and relief. “Couldn’t sleep alone?”
“N-No,” he curses himself for stuttering. “It’s been long since we cuddled, hasn’t it?” There was a wistfulness to his voice that he wished would reach Jeongguk.
“Yeah.” It was anything but a whisper into the quiet. “It was lonely while I tried sleeping there, nobody to… hold me.” Jeongguk wasn’t the most confident person when it came to speaking whatever came to his heart, especially to Taehyung— who was the centre of his universe for nine years now.
The courage was, surprisingly, natural. And it was just as natural when Taehyung’s hands rested against his cheeks for a brief second, before he slowly felt a soft caress on his cheeks.
Jeongguk sighed without realising, closing his eyes and his head snuggled more into the pillow beneath him.
“We can fix that now, no?” Taehyung whispered back to not ruin the quiet, hands still bracketing the younger’s face as if it were something sacred.
If the routine of cuddling at night felt innocent for years before, there was something much deeper about it now. Taehyung felt it, Jeongguk did too.
Maybe it was the fact that it’s been almost two years since they felt each other’s embrace this intimately, but something about sleeping so unabashedly against each other’s bodies felt more lewd than it was supposed to be.
Pushing all those unnecessary thoughts to the back of his mind, Taehyung let his hands wander to the small of Jeongguk’s back and pulled him even closer, fixing the blankets over both their bodies.
Their stomachs fluttered in sync, still unknown to each other. Butterflies flapped in their abdomens as if coming alive after long cloudy days.
Jeongguk gulped before snuggling into Taehyung’s still relatively cold body, palms coming up to hold the elder’s waist through the tank top.
His face fit just perfectly against Taehyung’s neck, and if he didn’t know better, he would have given in to his temptations and ran his nose all along.
“You smell heavenly.”
Fuck, that was supposed to be an inside thought. Why did he just let his tongue loose and spoke out loud?
Taehyung would definitely be weirded out. Jeongguk’s hands lose their grip on the other’s waist in a daze, but he was pulled in even closer.
The hand that was on his waist travelled to the back of his head. They patted the locks in place before tangling through them, making Jeongguk forget about all the previous thoughts.
Taehyung can’t say he wasn’t flustered, it was a part of his panic in which he pulled the younger even closer so he would not suspect it. “So I’ve been told.” That’s all he could manage.
After half an hour of just breathing each other’s embrace in, and occasionally clutching onto the other as if they were scared this was just a fever dream— they slowly drift off to slumber, faces too close in a way which makes their hearts beat a rhythm too fast, a decibel too loud.
And yet, it was the most peaceful sleep that Taehyung and Jeongguk slept in the past one year.
***
Taehyung stirred awake first, and the first thing that he noticed was the beautiful face of Jeongguk still pressed against his shoulders.
And the second, that he was hard.
Morning wood wasn’t a new occurrence, he’s a man after all. But now that he was hyper aware of his feelings and emotions towards the younger, he knew it wasn’t just a natural problem.
He knows he has been thinking of things he has never associated Jeongguk with. The tension between them was palpable.
Without disturbing the other’s sleep, Taehyung took off from the room. It was already eight in the morning, everyone was slowly gathering into the living room.
But he had things to take care of, a cold shower being his first priority.
When he was done, it was already nine. Taehyung definitely had not touched himself while showering, definitely not fantasised himself with Jeongguk in the shower stall— no.
He shook his head to get rid of the unnecessary and embarrassing thoughts, but his attempts are futile when he catches the sight of Jeongguk in the kitchen right when he enters the living room.
The younger looks freshly showered, too. Taehyung raises an eyebrow, all too aware of the fact that Jeongguk feels too tired to wash up first thing in the morning.
What changed?
Nothing. He just didn't get to witness that a similar incident had happened with Jeongguk right after he left.
“Fuck.” The younger hissed when he heard his room’s door closing behind Taehyung, too embarrassed of his hormones which gave him another morning wood.
He knew it wasn’t because he’s just a man this time, it was because the elder’s body was pressed against him the whole night, his natural scent penetrating his nose while he slept soundly.
It was comforting, but at the same time excited him too. And now, he was rock hard in his pants.
Just when he could try and do something to relieve himself, a knock snapped him out of his misery.
“Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin chimed from the outside, only knocking on the door. The squirming of his body stopped. “The ingredients are here, you are on cooking duty today!”
“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, cursing his decision to step up and take the responsibility yesternight during dinner. “Coming!”
Jeongguk yelled back and scrambled off the bed, hoping his dick and insides both calmed down from a cold shower.
“What are you cooking?” Taehyung leaned against him casually, looking over the wide shoulders to catch the soup boiling.
Jeongguk barely manages to hide the violent way his body flinches as the elder presses against him. “K-Kimbap and Hotteok… some soup, too.” He manages, feeling how Taehyung just moves closer until he’s practically hugging him from behind.
“I am already starving.” Taehyung hummed, feeling bold when he felt Jeongguk positively leaning into his embrace. His body is quite stiff, still he doesn’t entirely pull away. It should be a sign, no?
“It’s almost done. Just need to roll the Kimbap and plate everything.” Heaven knows how hard it is for Jeongguk to speak without stumbling over his words, because the arms around his waist are no longer just hanging around, but tightening against his sides.
“Well, that’s good then.” Taehyung whispers right next to his ears, shivering him up. The elder tries his best to not smirk, noticing all the ways he’s breaking Jeongguk’s composure.
It’s so sexy.
They know the kitchen is open, any member could walk in and watch them in this rather… intimate position. But they are past that phase already, for years everyone has suspected that they’re dating.
Now, Taehyung thinks, enough time has passed to actually make everyone’s suspicions real. To prove those rumours right.
Taehyung’s phone dings, breaking whatever world they were in, enjoying each other’s company so closely. And much to Jeongguk’s dismay— the arms around his waist got away, along with Taehyung’s face which rested against his shoulders for the past few minutes.
Jeongguk manages to keep the whine of pure agony nestled deep in his throat— only feeling a little cold now that there’s no source of warmth covering him up. He distracts himself with the stew which is almost done, simultaneously rolling enough kimbap for the seven of them before taking both it and hotteok to set them on the dining table.
When he comes back, Taehyung is still immersed in his phone, fingers moving frantically over the screen. He’s texting.
With whom? He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to, does not need to.
Still, his stubborn heart caves in and he leans to his right to peek into the phone.
taehyung-ah! you really look too beautiful for a
man just out of this hellhole
“What the fuck?” Jeongguk mutters under his breath, barely holding himself back from rolling his eyes and mocking whatever-this-man’s-name-is’ message.
He thinks he’s being slick. Taehyung doesn’t think so.
For the second time today, he controls his smirk. Typing away into his phone, he pretends he hasn’t heard Jeongguk crash out, all in whispers.
A minute later, Jeongguk leans in again.
yes! we should definitely hang out!
i wanna go to this new restaurant,
it—
“Don’t go.” He doesn’t even finish reading the two messages that pop up on the screen before blurting out.
Taehyung is amused, but schools his expression before looking up at Jeongguk who’s currently glaring at the stew— his own insides boiling up quite in the same manner. “What?”
“Don’t leave me— us for the hangout…” Jeongguk looks everywhere but the elder’s eyes. Afraid of getting caught right in the cobwebs of his feelings by Taehyung.
“Is that so?” Taehyung teased, giving up on controlling his expressions and letting them show. He’s amused, and definitely by the way he can literally smell the younger burning. “The stew is done, baby.”
Jeongguk gasps under his breath, before turning the stove off and covering the pot. “I-I was just about to.”
“Yeah? That’s good, then.”
Taehyung purses his lips before pocketing his phone as he watches Jeongguk taking the pot with him to the dining table— eyes rapidly looking for a safe escape.
Unfortunately, the elder doesn't plan on letting him off the hook just like that. “Don’t you have something to tell me?”
Jeongguk gulps, “h-huh?” He turns around from where he was searching for a ladle for the soup just to be pinned against the kitchen counter. Taehyung was moving towards him, and in just a few seconds, crowding his space.
“You were jealous,” the elder states more than he asks.
“N-No, We all just met after a year and if you leave, we will miss you!” Jeongguk spits, literally, because Taehyung feels a drop of saliva flying towards his left cheek.
“I wasn’t talking about everyone.” He reasons, wiping over his cheek with the back of his palms. “It’s about you, just you.”
“I’m not jealous!” Jeongguk grows defensive.
“Then would you be fine if I leave for the hang out now?” Taehyung tilts his head with a smirk, catching the nervous and frantic way the other’s eyes roam around in contemplation.
“Yea-Yeah, why not?” The younger stutters out, “Who am I to stop you?!”
“Do you have some spitting kink?” Taehyung laughs more than he scolds, “stop panicking!”
“I’m sorr—“
Jeongguk is rendered speechless next second. The elder leans into all the space between them, faces too close to each other.
“Just answer my question truthfully, baby. Are you jealous? Yes, or no?”
“Fuck it, yes I am jealous!” Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut to not match eyes with Taehyung while admitting the most humiliating truth ever.
“That’s right.” Taehyung hums in appreciation, hands leaving the kitchen counter to scratch under Jeongguk’s chin, watching as he yelped lightly before opening his eyes abruptly.
The elder feels even closer to his face than he was before, making his head dizzy and knees buckle under his weight. Jeongguk’s shoulders tense slightly, clutching the counter behind him tightly— knuckles whitening.
His breath is positively snatched away when Taehyung leans in just to brush their lips together. The nerves from before quiet down, even when his heart beats in a frenzied rhythm.
Jeongguk’s one second away from begging, his eyes flickering between the other’s eyes and lips. Taehyung is no better, he’s on the verge of risking it all.
Their lips meet, and Jeongguk swears he might have just reached heaven somewhere in the middle. Lewd noises leave both their mouths before Taehyung tilts his head and deepens the kiss, hoping the other would respond back.
Unbeknownst to him, the younger is still reeling from the sheer amount of butterflies swarming in his stomach. “Fuck, can you kiss me back?” I feel like a loser here.
That manages to bring him back to the reality, a reality where he’s getting fucking kissed by Kim Taehyung.
Jeongguk parts his lips and catches the other’s plump bottom one into his mouth— heart stuttering at the way their mouths smack against each other.
The smooching sounds reach his ears, and his palms fly towards Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer as if that would reduce the echoing of the erotic kisses, as if there was any space left between them.
Jeongguk’s lips vibrate when they separate for a breather, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. Taehyung is sweating with anticipation and heat, and it doesn’t take them long to surge towards each other again, this time even harsher.
Taehyung pries the younger’s mouth open with his own, sucking the tongue with his lips incessantly until he hears Jeongguk gasping and whining to let go. “Fuck, the breakfast—“
“It can wait.” Taehyung presses a chaste kiss over the other’s flushed cheeks, grinning because Jeongguk looks so pretty like this— shy, blushing, cross-eyed.
The elder ducks his head to nuzzle his neck this time, pleased to see that Jeongguk’s neck is just as flushed and pink. “H-Hyung, they will call us to eat…”
“They didn’t.” Taehyung snickered before continuing. “And I’m eating quite well right now.”
Jeongguk blinks in surprise at the comment before whimpering out loud. Taehyung is sucking at his neck now, not leaving marks yet but it’s enough to reduce the inexperienced younger into a mess.
“When did you— ah, s-shit, become so shameless?”
“I have my sides,” the elder shrugs, continuing to nuzzle the neck like he has just found a safe place of his own. “I’ll reserve some for you.”
And if Jeongguk shuddered at that, no one needed to know. Not even Taehyung, who’s pressed right against his body and definitely felt it.
“Taehyung, Jeongguk? Come join us!” Jimin’s voice calls out from outside.
Jeongguk breathes out a sigh of relief which feels like borderline disappointment to him, but he needed this.
A break.
“Ugh, let’s go.” Taehyung grumbled before detaching himself, looking far too composed. Jeongguk felt jealous.
Because his heart knew nothing about pacing itself after whatever went down between them just seconds ago— and his legs felt too wobbly to follow the other when he left the kitchen.
He stayed there, leaning against the counter with his palm pressed against his chest.
The telltale signs of arousal sniffed around him, yet he paid no heed to it and left the kitchen soon, too— remembering to take the soup ladle with him.
His heart (and the semi-hard on) could be dealt with later.
The conversations on the dining table are muted to Jeongguk. He tries to focus on his food, but that’s another task when Taehyung is actively trying to distract him.
There’s a hand on his thighs, inner thighs— too close to his groin and he’s panicking that the elder will get to know he’s sporting a problem under his pants.
“I made some friends too, though, not everyone was trash.” The particular topic has Jeongguk’s ears perking up. He straightens up and actually listens this time— not noticing that Taehyung is already smirking at the very obvious squirming of his body at the mention of his friends.
Jeongguk wants to scoff and roll his eyes so hard.
“Yeah, they’re planning a hangout, but of course they will have to wait till we go back to Seoul.” It’s a casual conversation to everybody but Jeongguk who feels the sudden squeeze over his thighs.
The words registered before they dawn on him, and then he was flushing with embarrassment. He acted like a jealous fucking boyfriend back there when they aren’t even… anything.
Except best friends, of course.
Best friends who just made out against the kitchen counter not too long ago.
Jeongguk tries to keep Taehyung’s palms from wandering even closer to his groin but it’s in vain because deep down, he has been craving for contacts like these.
It’s more than just lust for him. This intimacy, the teasing, he will take it if that’s all he could get in return for his never-dying feelings.
Even though it dims his heart a little bit.
He flinches violently and chokes on a mouthful of rice when Taehyung’s palms reach the inside of his thighs and scratches softly. If he was hard before, now he is just extremely bothered and aroused.
The kiss from before keeps resurfacing in his mind, like a loop that he can’t escape anymore.
“Oh, no, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung tutted before offering a glass of water with a smile so innocent no one would be able to guess that he was the sole reason why the younger was currently questioning his sanity. “Eat slowly, hmm?”
Jeongguk nodded, glancing down and catching the elder’s palms now resting against his right thigh, not moving, yet the contact was capable of making butterflies swarm in his belly.
If the other five were able to suspect the tension among the two, they pretended not to. If the pink dust over Jeongguk’s cheeks was visible to them— they just glanced among themselves and snickered silently.
And Taehyung was not exactly subtle when he let his arms move under the table and caress all over the younger’s thighs, Yoongi was literally sitting right next to Jeongguk.
The rolling of his eyes was funny, and Jimin almost instantly noticed something was going on between the two. He just sighed in relief.
Finally!
***
Jeongguk slams the door shut before resting his back against it, breathing out in relief. Locking the door while still leaning against it, he catches his breath and tries steadying his breath.
Mission Unaccomplished. When he glances down to his black sweatpants, he’s still fucking hard. No wonder it was a torture sitting there while clenching his thighs because Taehyung wouldn’t just stop touching, squeezing and occasionally caressing his legs and making him feel like a hormonal teenager.
Well, he acted like one. Has always been bothered by the slightest sexy thing that Taehyung did, getting embarrassingly hard in his pants and then having to excuse himself to the bathroom.
It being one of the many reasons why he stuck to wearing oversized and loose clothing, he didn’t want to be uncomfortable on top of horny now.
Taehyung in his element was the hottest part of his life, and it was a torture that he was always just so fucking sexy.
The reason why he now laid down on his bed, sweatpants and boxers pulled down just enough for his hard length to spring out. It’s humiliating— but it would just get harder if he kept ignoring his arousal.
He was already not getting any action.
Jeongguk had half the mind to get the lube to smooth his strokes while relieving himself, but he couldn’t care less. The precum was enough, anyway.
His breath hitched when the first drag of his fists felt like heaven. After his morning wood incident, it was an ecstasy he hadn’t felt in a while.
His mind goes back to the kitchen. To Taehyung, who’s blissfully unaware of what he just broke in him. Unknown to the little more hope that he just planted in Jeongguk’s heart.
His fists move faster, teasing the leaking tip which made him arch his back over the mattress. “Fuck, this isn’t e-enough.” Jeongguk whined, turning his head to the left.
After getting the taste of Taehyung, even if not for the first time— but now it was just more intimate and explicit— he wants him. Just him.
He wants the elder doing things to him, stroking his cock, lubing it up before letting it penetrate his own—
“Oh s-shit,” he moans out loud at the images that hit him all at once, hands going harder and faster around his aching girth, toes curling at the orgasm that knocks at his insides.
“Mhm, fuckfuck, T-Tae—“ Jeongguk realises it before he could moan the name out, his left hand coming to muffle the stubborn sounds that leave his mouth.
His eyes rolled back before the liquid spurts out all over his abdomen, and he wasn’t conscious enough to worry about the sheets getting dirty right now.
Jeongguk’s body shuddered before he fell back on the bed with bated breaths, hands still loosely bracketing his now limp cock. It twitched in his hold as he tried returning back to reality.
This was always the harder part, the part where the void in his heart just widened. If he had a partner, a certain someone he can’t stop dreaming and fantasising about— he’d cuddle with him, pepper him with kisses and let himself be kissed to heart’s content.
He has lost count of how many times he has teared up right after orgasming because it felt too lonely, too cold. Right now, he was just about to drift into his thoughts like always before a knock interrupted the calm.
Jeongguk violently flinched before scrambling to get up, getting tangled in the sheets once and twice before he groaned and yanked it away completely off the bed.
Getting the tissues from the bedside table, he wiped himself clean haphazardly. He didn’t register that he left one of them right on the floor instead of throwing it into the trash can.
“C-Coming!” After making sure that his bedsheets were clean off of the semen— he fixed himself and pushed the door open, half-expecting Taehyung to be standing outside.
The elder looked his usual unbothered and… beautiful. Jeongguk’s first instinct was to close the door on his face because it felt too humiliating to face the main character of his fantasies right after he ejaculated while touching himself.
All because of a make out session, he was really a lost case.
“You took your time, huh?” Taehyung looked anything but not smug, taking his time to check the younger from head to toe. “What were you doing, Jeonggukie?”
“I felt sleepy,” he blurts out without thinking, realising how dumb it sounded.
“Oh, is that so?” The elder tilted his head, making it obvious he didn’t buy it but not commenting on it anymore. “Good for you, I came for some cuddles.”
Jeongguk was shocked, safe to say, because he had almost let himself believe they were getting distant, and that the moment back in the kitchen and at the dining table was just out of heat and curiosity.
Stupid, because how could he forget the last night?
It doesn’t take him more than ten seconds to let Taehyung walk in, roaming his eyes around the room to check if anything was out of place.
But the other was quick to spot a used tissue on the floor near the bed, the dots connected. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice Jeongguk visibly bothered after their kiss.
“What a messy boy,” he turned towards the younger who looked like a deer caught in headlights when Taehyung didn’t think twice before picking the tissue and walking to the trash can. “Ah.” He tilts his head at the bunch of tissues already nestled there.
“H-Hyung, you didn’t have to…” Jeongguk mumbles, half embarrassed and half flushed in pink from head to neck, his ears ringing from the embarrassment and anticipation.
“Well, I caused the problem, you could’ve just asked me, baby.” Jeongguk’s head whips too hard at that, but Taehyung looks too sure of himself.
“W-What do you—“ The elder purses his lips before chuckling.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting hard, hm?”
Jeongguk is starstruck to the point he feels like he has forgotten how to form proper words, all that leaves his mouth is a strangled sound.
Taehyung almost coos. “That’s partly why I came,” he steps forward to where Jeongguk is still standing too stiff and blown out of his mind. “But it seems like you solved it on your own.”
Stepping close enough for their breathing to mingle together, Taehyung fixes the bangs, humming low in his throat before continuing. “Too bad, ain’t it?”
Jeongguk doesn’t get what’s bad exactly, because the way his heart hammers against his ribs is worse. It leaves him feeling cold when Taehyung moves back again like he did back in the kitchen.
He had to move away back then, but now… there’s no obligation to. Jeongguk reaches forward without thinking, holding onto Taehyung’s wrist like the sole anchor to his slipping away sanity.
“No.” He mutters, an answer to what question— he doesn’t know all that. But he doesn’t want Taehyung to leave, not after knowing he came here to—
Fuck, he can’t even say it.
“No?” Taehyung mimics his tone, not in a mocking way but rather… endeared. Like the slow whisper did more than just stop him. More than just flutter his heart.
It made him want to jump the younger right then and there, let them unravel and feel each other from the depth of their hearts and bodies all at once.
“Don’t go.” He repeats for the second time that day, voicing out the words that were almost always stuck in his throat back in the days— a year ago.
Fuck. Absolutely fuck Taehyung for making him hope so strongly once again.
“I won’t, if that’s what you want.” Taehyung looks more relaxed now, or maybe he’s hallucinating.
After one excruciating minute of them just staring at each other, measuring the distance that would have to be crossed for their lips to collide— the elder takes initiative again.
“I can see your little head thinking too hard.”
Jeongguk gulps, looking away as if that could hide him away from the inquiring and curious eyes of Taehyung.
“What is it that you want, baby?”
Love me.
Want you to love me.
These words hang on his tongue like his insides challenging him to try and unravel his heart completely. But he knew better, especially after suppressing his feelings for years.
So he resorted to staring at Taehyung’s plump lips with longing eyes like that was all that he needed. Not a complete lie, not the complete truth either.
It doesn’t take much for the elder to understand, and he’s smirking before enclosing Jeongguk’s neck in his palms and bringing him closer to himself.
Their lips tangle like jigsaw puzzles when they find the right piece to connect to, just resting against each other for a minute before Taehyung tilts his head and pulls at the younger’s already messy locks.
Jeongguk responds back, eyes closing tightly as if scared he might be dreaming. Hands fisted at the sides of Taehyung’s waist as if touching him would break the moment.
The elder makes them part away, frowning at the stiff posture. “Are you really gonna behave like it’s our first kiss?” Taehyung scoffs.
Jeongguk coughs the embarrassment away. “N-No, sorry.”
“It isn’t even our second kiss,” he rolls his eyes.
“Yo-You remember that?”
“What makes you think I won’t?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “You were acting the same way back then, am I a bad kisser or something?”
No, oh god, no. Taehyung and a bad kisser don’t even go in one sentence.
“It was the b-best kiss I ever had.” The best and the first kiss. He keeps that information to himself.
“Really?” Taehyung squints his eyes.
Jeongguk nods aggressively, making his point clear.
“Then,” The elder wraps his arms around the other’s neck, the grip loose yet firm enough to make him lean in. “Kiss me properly.”
They dive in again, Jeongguk— for once, forgetting all the doubts and fears before wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s middle. Tongues collide filthily enough for them to moan, smooching sounds echoing in the room.
Satisfied now, the elder buries his right hand into Jeongguk’s locks again, anchoring himself because it feels like he’s floating in the air.
If kissing alone is this good, Taehyung can’t wait for the rest of it.
When breathing becomes a problem, they reluctantly part away, still leaving pecks on each other’s lips and cheeks and chins like they can’t get enough.
Jeongguk dares to lower his palms down against Taehyung’s ass, but stops himself right against the hips when the elder attacks his lips again.
Too daring.
Yet, too tempting.
“You know… you can touch me anywhere.” Taehyung senses the hesitation, holding the younger’s wrists and lowering them towards his asscheeks. “Don’t hold back, yeah?” He panted against the other’s mouth,
Jeongguk barely gets to be shocked, or nod his head before their lips meet somewhere in the middle once again.
Taehyung shudders and gasps when his ass is squeezed, and Jeongguk moans right into his mouth at getting his lower lip bitten at the same moment.
“Fuck, keep moaning for me like that.” Jeongguk’s knees buckle at the command, and he makes sure he nods into the kiss before they part away again.
He whines for the contact again, pouting when Taehyung chuckles and holds his wrist now, guiding them towards the messy bed. He pushes Jeongguk onto it, making him sit before nudging him further over the mattress and pushing again.
The younger gasps when his back meets the mattress and Taehyung straddles his thighs, sitting like he owns it. The view from beneath is breathtaking, Jeongguk believes he’s in heaven right now, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone answer any question. So he’s obviously silent when the elder speaks.
“Do you wanna move further, baby?” Taehyung asks, grinding against Jeongguk’s hips.
The younger’s back arches like a bow, hands fisting against the elder’s shirt at the action. It’s too much and too little at the same time. His cock was still too sensitive from the previous masturbation— and now as it rubbed against the fabric and Taehyung’s ass, it rendered him speechless.
The elder stops his ministrations, “We won’t do anything if you don’t want it.” Right when he was about to get away, feeling they were crossing the line, Jeongguk clutched his hands tighter against where he was holding the other’s shirt.
“N-No, I want it. Please, please.” Taehyung’s eyes darkened, the sweet begging hitting him right on the spot.
He couldn’t help it, the younger looked a mess when they hadn't even done anything yet. “Good.”
Jeongguk whimpered low in his throat at that, amusing Taehyung. He hovered right above the other’s lips, testing the waters by brushing their lips together.
But Jeongguk was just too aroused already, so he tried to connect them. “Uh-uh, weren’t you being good until now? Have patience, baby.”
The younger whined, fucking whined. It reached Taehyung’s cock directly, and he continued grinding his ass right back against Jeongguk’s hardening cock.
The latter gasped before letting a high-pitched moan escape his mouth— too loud.
“We’re so getting a lecture from everyone tomorrow.” Taehyung chuckled, but didn’t stop the movement of his hips, and the younger couldn’t care less about anything.
“Please… more,” Jeongguk could barely keep his eyes open, but he pushed himself to his limit, because the sight of Taehyung over him— grinding and biting his lips to conceal his own moans and grunting under his breath when the pressure was just too much, too good.
“Yeah?” The elder breathed out. “Tell me what more you want, baby.”
Jeongguk’s lips parted around the words, yet it took too much courage to speak them out loud.
“Baby.” Taehyung sighed, stopping his hips before softly cupping the younger’s cheeks— they were flushed pink and so if he pecked them one by one he would blame his slipping self control. “You can tell me whatever you want, okay? Just say it.”
Jeongguk gulped. “You… really?” He questioned, and when Taehyung nodded— something in him broke. “You won’t judge me?”
The elder frowned. “Why’d I judge you?”
“Do you not want me to take charge instead?” Jeongguk asked what was clawing him from the inside ever since the morning. “I’m just… lying here all usele—“
“Okay, hold on.” Taehyung raised a hand to stop the rambling. “Who’s put all this in your little head?”
“Huh?”
“Huh.” The elder squeezed his cheeks and copied the exclamation. “Stop overthinking, I love dominating my partner. And you’re the perfect one.”
Jeongguk visibly blushed at both the statements. “Are you s-sure?”
“Too fucking sure,” Taehyung released his cheeks slowly, pecking the younger’s parted and red-bitten lips. “Now I really need us to fuck, can we, baby?”
Make love, he wanted to correct. But that would be getting too far ahead of himself, so Jeongguk stopped his tongue before it could spill over. “Yes, please.”
“You love begging, don’t you?” Taehyung teased, a smirk on his face as he ducked his head down to nose along the column of Jeongguk’s neck.
And the latter had no answer, because he didn’t even realise he was doing it all this time. It was just a natural instinct at this point.
He wasn’t ashamed of it, though.
“Tell me, how do you want it?”
“Want y-you to ride me.” Another plea was on the tip of his tongue, but a gasp replaced it when Taehyung sat up completely to get rid of his shirt.
Tanned skin now filled with little, still-healing scars from the military training greeted him. The abdomen with visible protruding muscles stopped his breath short, and he was busy memorising them deep into his brain until the trance broke.
Taehyung now stood on the ground, shimmying his sweatpants away, still looking deep into Jeongguk’s eyes to gauge each and every reaction. The younger felt nervous, still excited.
“Got some lube?”
Jeongguk nodded in a daze, pointing towards his backpack that laid on the dresser beside the mirror. Taehyung fetched it quickly before making his way back to the bed.
“Get up.” The younger obeyed as if possessed, sitting upright the next second. “Take your clothes off, baby.”
And Jeongguk’s clothes were thrown haphazardly on the floor, the blush all over his chest now completely visible to the elder.
Another thing to gush over was how ripped Jeongguk had gotten. Not like he wasn’t already, but now he just looked like a sin. Huge pectorals that looked criminally huge now, abdomen muscles that looked even more prominent.
And fuck, those biceps… he could see himself yearning for them to stay wrapped around his waist and never leave.
“Oh fuck, you’re so hot.” Taehyung checked him out like a pervert, shamelessly. Desire clawed at his insides mercilessly. “I can’t believe I was missing out on this.”
Jeongguk didn’t know what to answer, but he was just as desperate. The words left him before he could double-check them. “Don’t miss out anymore, hyung.”
The hyung was no more innocent, it only sounded sultry to Taehyung’s ears. “Look at you, getting bold.”
Jeongguk peered up at him like he realised what he had said, wide-eyed.
“I like it, keep talking to me.” The elder rushed to save him from drowning in thoughts again. “Tell me what you want.”
Taehyung hooked his thumb under the hem of his boxers, getting rid of them— slowly, to give a show, to raise the tension. Jeongguk held his breath before biting his lips as his eyes stayed glued to the elder’s groin.
“I wanna…” Taehyung’s cock sprang out, hard and leaking precum. The younger gulped down the saliva that collected in his mouth stubbornly, “suck you off.”
There, he said it.
“Hm, good boy.”
Jeongguk’s body visibly twitched at the praise, along with his cock. Taehyung noticed.
“You like that?” He caressed the younger’s hair while smiling down at him, he was in love, oh my god. “Like getting praised by hyung?”
“Y-Yes, hyung.” Jeongguk only whispered, shivering when the fingers left his hair to trace figures at the side of his face and then neck. “Please let me suck it, I’ll b-be so good.” He promised, though he really did not have any experience.
The porn videos he had watched were the only guidance that helped him be brave enough to at least ask.
“I’m sure you will be, baby.” Taehyung cooed. “How do you want it, hm?”
“You lay down?” Jeongguk asked.
“Alright,” the elder flipped himself over and lay down on the mattress, fixing the pillows behind his head comfortably.
Jeongguk hovered above almost instantly, and Taehyung couldn’t resist pulling him in for a kiss. A sigh left both their lips when their mouths clashed, sucked and devoured each other’s.
The younger made sure not to put his whole weight on Taehyung before trailing his kisses downwards, lips sucking and nose rubbing the delicious collarbones, biting into them occasionally. “Hyung,” he called out with a grunt, rutting his hips against the other. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this with you.”
Trailing his kisses even lower, Jeongguk finally reached the navel, darting his tongue out to lick into it. Taehyung gasped, a broken moan left his mouth before his body arched even more into the wandering mouth.
“Oh, baby, s-shit!” Jeongguk looked over to the elder’s face just to catch him panting, eyes hooded and unfocused. Keeping the eye contact, he moved even lower, using his right hand to hold the erect cock before placing a kiss right on the top. “Fuck, Jeongguk.”
Their eyes stayed locked as the younger swallowed just until the tip, enough to make Taehyung squirm on the bed. Throwing his head back, he panted and gulped before trying to even out his breathing. “So hot, your mouth, oh shit.”
He cursed under his breath when Jeongguk took him in even deeper, gagging lightly but never getting away. When Taehyung looked down— he was met with the filthiest sight ever.
Hollowed cheeks and teary eyes, almost closing yet too stubborn because Jeongguk didn’t want to miss a single twist on Taehyung’s face— and those lips. Fuck. He might just come from the visual alone.
“I’m so close, b-baby.”
Jeongguk kept going, deepthroating the elder until the tip reached the back of his throat, trying his best to breath through his nose. A strangled moan left his mouth, vibrating against the length.
“You’re doing so good, f-fuck— hyung’s gonna cum soon.” Taehyung warned, tangling his fingers into the sweaty locks and pulling.
Jeongguk grunted and increased his pace, moving his head to stimulate the cock, darting his tongue out in the process. Taehyung’s hips moved on their own, thrusting into the younger’s mouth without him realising it.
“Baby, J-Jeonggukie, where would you—“ he’s interrupted by his own gasp when his cock springs out of the warm mouth.
“C-Can I finger you?” Jeongguk asks over his heavy breathing, eyes glossy and pleading. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself, I can t-try…”
Taehyung stills for a moment, “is this… your first time?”
Jeongguk sheepishly nods, “yeah. But I swear I’ve watched enough videos to know what to do.” He blurts out, getting embarrassed the next second.
The elder giggles. “I trust you, baby.”
Bringing the red-cheeked boy in for a brief kiss, tasting himself in the process, he grabs the lube from the nightstand where he kept it previously and hands it to Jeongguk who currently looks drunk on his lips, pulling the lower lip into his mouth incessantly.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Taehyung pulls at his locks softly. “Finger hyung’s hole so he can ride you nice and smooth later on.”
Jeongguk curses under his breath before getting rid of his own boxers too, hissing when the cold air brushes his hard length. Pouring lube on his fingers, he brings them down to Taehyung’s winking asshole, slowly easing one into it.
“Hyung, is this okay?” He seeks for approval, keen to impress.
“Yes baby, more than okay.” Though strained, the elder voices out. It has been long since he had done anything remotely close to penetrating himself, so it hurt— but he had a solution. “Kiss me.”
Jeongguk didn’t have to be told twice, he ducked down and licked over the parted lips while inserting another lubed finger in. Moving his fingers at a measured pace, he kept kissing Taehyung to distract him from the pain.
“Ah,” the elder moaned, back curving upwards as he wrapped his arms around Jeongguk’s neck and pulled him even closer. The fingers reached deeper and deeper, almost to the sweet spot. “K-Keep going, Jeongguk— oh fuck!”
The words came out muffled because the younger refused to stop kissing him, but the command reached Jeongguk’s ears just fine. He detached their lips to sit back straight, taking his fingers out just to pour more lube over them.
He then eased three fingers in, looking over to Taehyung who bit on his lower lip and threw his head back, moaning and whimpering.
For Jeongguk, it was a scene right out of his wet dreams. He hadn’t let himself believe those dreams could ever be reality. But now they were.
His fingers moved inside the tight walls with more fervour at the realisation. “Fuck, hyung, am I doing good?”
Jeongguk could cry from how ecstatic he feels right now, how unreal everything looks.
“Mhm, too good baby.” Taehyung panted, reaching between them to wrap his palms around the younger’s neglected cock which leaked strings of precum. “So big, so fucking thick. You’re gonna tear me apart with this, aren’t you?”
Jeongguk whined, rocking his hips into the fist while easing the fourth finger in the elder’s hole. “You’re so tight, hyung, fuckfuck.” He rambled when Taehyung teased the tip of his cock, eager to bury himself deep inside the latter.
“Enough.” The deep, almost wrecked voice voicing to stop made him whine, he wanted to keep pleasuring Taehyung. “Baby, don’t be a bad boy, now.”
Jeongguk reluctantly pulled out, watching his wet fingers with hooded eyes. The hole pulsing even more aggressively now.
With the last stroke to the younger’s twitching cock, Taehyung let it go. “Lay back down. Now.” Jeongguk scrambled to obey, body thrumming with the excitement of what awaited them.
Taehyung had no intentions of teasing anymore, he fisted the younger’s cock after straddling his hips, guiding it to his slicked and awaiting hole. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Hyung, hyung, fuck!” Jeongguk whimpered, the urge to snap his hips up so he could be completely buried in the hot cavern was overwhelming enough for him to squirm on the bed. His toes curled.
“Relax, baby.” Taehyung kept a palm against the younger’s chest, feeling him sagging against the bed the next moment. He let the cock breach him deeper, arching his back. “You— oh my— you’re filling me up so good.”
Jeongguk’s feet rested against the mattress now, his hips moving just a bit to bury himself even deeper. “Ah— ngh!” He almost screamed, before burying his face deeper into the pillow beneath his head.
Taehyung gasped out loud when he was completely seated on the other’s hips, cock sheathed inside himself. “Yeah, I know, baby.” He hissed out, shivering at the way the cock brushed against his sweet spot already.
The elder sat still for a minute, adjusting himself lightly over the length. “Hyung,” Jeongguk mumbled, mesmerised.
“Yes, baby?” Taehyung leaned in, breath hitching when the cock stirred inside him as well.
“You look beautiful,” the blush on his cheeks was prominent, too stubborn. “You always do.” Jeongguk confessed, palms caressing the elder’s waist before sliding it lower.
Taehyung didn’t want to blush and giggle while having a whole dick inside him, so he resorted to burying his face deep into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.
They were practically hugging, and they’d trade anything in the world to just stay here and never leave. But, things awaited.
Taehyung moaned when the younger’s hips instinctively thrusted into him slightly, the length reaching even deeper in him. “Impatient, aren’t we?” He smirked after leaning away.
Jeongguk gulped and nodded lightly, “p-please.”
“What a needy boy, aren’t you?” Taehyung let the cock free until the tip before sitting back on it, groaning out loud at the intrusion. “Argh, so good.”
Repeating the action for two more times, and hearing the sweetest sounds leave the younger’s mouth at the overstimulation were mind-blowing.
Taehyung rested his palms against the hard muscles of Jeongguk’s chest, starting to move over the cock rhythmically now. Setting a slow pace, he threw his head back at the way the length seemed to caress his insides just right.
“Oh fuck, baby!” A guttural sound left his mouth, eyes rolling back. “You’re s-so big.”
Jeongguk hissed before grunting, “t-thank you, thank y-you— ah!”
He didn’t know what he was rambling about, everything other than Taehyung’s pleasured moans a white noise he refused to acknowledge.
The elder kept his pace even, now almost bouncing over the cock while clenching his hole tightly. Jeongguk felt like he ascended to heaven and hell all at once.
Taehyung leaned in to connect their lips, completely devouring the other like he had been starved. “Could keep you in me forever.”
“Fuck— I’d love it, hyung.” Jeongguk wrapped his arms around the elder’s waist, slamming his hips upwards fervently. The heat deep down in their abdomens burned, the orgasm licking at their seams.
“Ugh, I’m cumming!” Taehyung warned, palms scratching at the other’s chest which made Jeongguk hiss in pain and pleasure.
A loud cry left his lips when the elder stopped moving, desperation making it tough to stop the tears that left his eyes.
Jeongguk peered up at the panting form of the elder, a confession hung on the tip of his tongue. Taehyung adjusted himself before starting to bounce up and down— the new angle making the cock slam against his prostate.
“I’m c-close, too.” The younger said. ‘I love you,’ he wanted to say instead.
Taehyung moved harder, up and down, occasionally letting only the tip stay inside and then slamming himself down again.
The moans left them in sync, and Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to slam their lips together. Just so he wouldn’t say something stupid like a confession.
“Hyung!” They were so close, the knots in their stomach coming undone slowly. “K-Kiss me, plea—“
Taehyung ducked down, not stopping his hips for even a moment. The kiss was all teeth and tongues for they couldn’t stop panting and moaning.
Jeongguk came first, gasping high in his throat right against the elder’s parted lips— palms clutching Taehyung’s asscheeks like they held him together.
Taehyung felt the warmth of the cum gushing through him, cursing under his breath while slowing down. He peppered the younger’s face with kisses. Starting from the forehead and ending at his trembling lips and chin.
The elder fisted his cock, pumping it while keeping the bouncing minimal, still feeling the cum spluttering inside his hole.
“Fuck!” Jeongguk cried, back arching and face flushing at the whiplash that his climax gave him. “I’m s-sorry, oh god.”
Taehyung shushed him, caressing the chest right where the younger’s heartbeat slammed against the ribs. “I’m gonna c-cum,” he warned. “Gonna paint your sexy-sexy body wi-with my cum— shit.” He threw his head back, his pace increasing where he kept stroking his red and leaking cock.
Jeongguk bit his lips at the sight, the filthy words that left the elder’s mouth. He was falling even deeper, this was almost… dangerous. To his heart, to his sanity— which he questioned whether it was even left to begin with.
Taehyung instinctively reached for his hand that was still on his hips. On getting the signal, Jeongguk let their fingers intertwine— breathing out something akin to a sigh.
He almost wanted to cry, but gulped the feeling down.
When the elder came, he stilled completely, body sagging against him. Jeongguk pulled him closer, their hands staying laced, letting Taehyung rest against his body, hugging him tightly.
“That was…” The elder panted against his neck, chuckling slowly with his hoarse voice.
“Yeah…” Jeongguk agreed, closing his eyes, ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest— trying to forget that his heart ached quite mercilessly right now.
His lips trembled, chest fluttering with a feeling he really didn’t like. It was annoying. Taehyung was too close, there’s no chance he wouldn’t realise that Jeongguk was on the verge of crying.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t fathom the quietness, but his emotions were taking over, and the first strangled noise left his mouth weight in the middle of him regulating his thoughts.
The elder stiffened under his arms, getting away to get a proper look at Jeongguk, just to catch his lips trembling under his teeth. “Hey, baby, are you okay?”
No. He wasn’t. He hasn’t been okay ever since he fell in love and decided to keep it in to not ruin everything. I’m not okay, he wanted to scream.
“S-Sorry,” he said instead, trying to hide his face against the pillow as if that could hide him away.
Taehyung’s heart stuttered, trying to understand what was happening. “Baby,” he whispered, watching Jeongguk trying to sniff his tears away, wiping at his face with the hand that was free. “It’s okay, you can cry.”
He tried to make the younger face himself, heart breaking when he caught how he tried to regulate his breathing to stop crying. “I j-just… I don’t know.”
Taehyung shook his head, “don’t.” Jeongguk whimpered, deciphering a totally different meaning of the word. “I’m still here. When you calm down, we can talk, yeah?”
The younger nodded, blinking back his tears. Taehyung cupped the back of his head, connecting their foreheads. Their eyes shut closed, breath syncing along with heartbeats.
Jeongguk whined and shook his head when the elder tried to move away, arms wrapping around his waist to stop him. “S-Stay, please.”
And so Taehyung did.
“Wanna talk about it?” The elder whispered, their positions now more comfortable to talk. Jeongguk laid his head against Taehyung’s chest as they faced each other sideways, the latter’s waist in a tight grip of well-built arms that refused to leave him for even a minute.
“Yeah,” the younger whispered back. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Taehyung made him face himself by hooking two fingers under his chin, pecking the pouty lips in the process. “You didn’t upset me, baby.”
Jeongguk looked away, eyes blinking rapidly. “I-In the kitchen, I shouldn’t have, you know, asked you to not do something with your other friends…” He let the words flow, didn’t check if they made sense, but at least the heavy feeling on his chest disappeared. “It was—“
“Hot.” Taehyung interrupted, and the younger looked his way stunned. “I found it hot,” the elder shrugged. “You were jealous, it’s quite a sight.” He barely concealed a smirk.
Jeongguk bit his lips, flustered. “H-Hyung—“
“And if you think your jealous ass is gonna stop me from hanging out with my friends then you’re wrong, mister.” Taehyung pecked his cheeks. “You’ll always come first though, so you can relax.” He rolled his eyes playfully, cuddling further into the comfortable arms.
“First?” Jeongguk spoke the words in daze, right against Taehyung’s still bare chest.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll always come first?” He repeated those words, trying to get away but the elder only tightened his arms around his head.
“Yeah, yeah, baby.” Taehyung was flustered, and too embarrassed to face the younger. He barely managed to stop himself from humouring the situation and replying ‘literally and figuratively’ instead.
Because Jeongguk did cum first today, too.
When Jeongguk finally managed to look over at him, he failed to stop the blush from spreading all over his face.
“Hyung,” he spoke before his insides could yell at him to just stop. He’s taking the risk, and if he gets embarrassed, or worse— rejected, he’ll bury himself alive. “I love you.”
Jeongguk waits, heart lodged in his throat. Taehyung’s eyes widen, but they take their original shape soon before he starts trying to conceal a smile.
A wide smile still stretches his lips. “Fuck, you’re so cute.”
Jeongguk couldn’t help the disappointment that hit him, his eyes visibly dimmed. And if he thought Taehyung didn’t notice, boy was he wrong.
“I-I…” he tried speaking, clarifying this wasn’t a joke but the elder beat him to it.
“And you know what?” Taehyung nuzzled his cheeks with his nose. “I love you.”
Jeongguk malfunctioned. His breath hitched violently before his eyes took the shape of saucers— mouth opening around a gasp.
Before he almost started hyperventilating. But it was too late for him to open his mouth, because Taehyung’s breathing evened and body slacked against his own. The elder was knocked out, lightly snoring against his cheeks where his face rested.
Jeongguk leaned away to take the sight in. It wasn’t new, but now… everything has changed. The elder loved him.
“Fuck, this better not be a dream.” He muttered, still letting his eyes roam all over Taehyung’s serene face. To be honest, he would be really disheartened if this were a dream, but then he has already gone through these heartbreaks more than once.
So after over-thinking the whole time while wiping where his cum spilled out from the other’s hole and then running the towel’s other end all over Taehyung’s body before doing the same to himself— he laid down beside the sleeping beauty.
Now— he didn’t believe in gods and angels, but he prayed under his breath for all this to not be a dream when he woke up in the morning before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep too.
Not before wrapping Taehyung in his arms and snuggling closer, his eyes stubborn enough to not close back until he took in enough of the gorgeous sight.
If he kept opening his eyes all throughout the night to check on the elder, he’d like to not talk about it.
Jeongguk was just trying his best to not let the figment of his imagination vanish too fast, okay? Please be kind to him.
Flinching awake at almost six in the evening, Jeongguk checked the left side of his bed the very next moment— a wounded noise leaving his throat when he found the space empty.
“So it wasn’t real, then?” He whispered under his breath, head slamming back against the pillow.
He surely feels well rested, and his heart is at peace for some reason, but the visuals that were in his ‘imagination’ almost looked real, fuck.
Jeongguk kicked the blankets away, the remnants of lethargy clinging to his bones. He decided he could use a shower.
***
“Taehyung, are you seriously so bored?” Jimin snickered under his breath while watching the man setting the ramen drawer by flavour.
“They mixed the flavours,” he referred to Hoseok and Yoongi who set the kitchen while they were arranging their kitchen for the two-month stay in the villa.
“That’s oddly something Jeongguk would do.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him, threatening to throw the three ramen packets he balanced in his right hand.
“Shut the fuck up, Jimin.”
“Oh, look!” Taehyung’s attention was stolen quickly to the direction in which Jimin was pointing and clapping at. “Speaking of the devil.” The latter wiggled his eyebrows at him.
Though Jeongguk entering the kitchen was enough to make him question his priorities. Taehyung put the ramen as they were before slamming the door shut.
“I’m hungry.” The younger mumbled, reaching for the refrigerator without acknowledging the other two. He couldn’t really, for he still believed whatever happened back then was a cruel imagination.
So watching the person you dreamt having sex with right after waking up from the dream itself was quite… embarrassing.
“No leftovers today, bub.” Taehyung spoke, moving forward and ruffling his hair before noticing that Jeongguk was deliberately trying to avoid eye contact.
It made him pause, before he signalled Jimin to leave. The latter understood instantly, passing a thumbs up and moving away discreetly.
“I’ll just make ramen—“
“I’m pretty sure you don’t drink in the morning.” Taehyung spoke, watching Jeongguk stiffening in his steps.
“O-Of course not.” The younger agreed, lightly chuckling, though it came out awkward.
“Then why are you behaving like you’ve forgotten what just happened before your nap?”
“Huh?!” Jeongguk whipped his head back too fast. Taehyung looked at him with raised brows, and he couldn’t really pinpoint where the conversation was going.
“Didn’t we like— I don’t know,” the elder sighed in frustration. “Fuck?”
Jeongguk gasped so hard he choked on his saliva. He’s been gaslighting himself all this time? All that just for the sex to be real and very much not a daydream?
“F-Fuck.” He sighed in relief, smiling while his eyes drifted to the floor in embarrassment and epiphany all at once. “I thought I was dreaming…”
Taehyung melted at the confession, watching Jeongguk looking up at him with his doe eyes like he still couldn’t believe it. The elder crossed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks in his palms before leaning in.
Their lips fitted against each other, and Jeongguk didn’t waste another second before moving his mouth against Taehyung’s— palms clutching the elder’s hoodie at his waist in a tight grip.
Muffled noises vibrated against their mouths before they detached to let themselves breath. Jeongguk whispered with closed eyes. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he fluttered his eyes open, still somewhere hoping the reverie would break and he’d wake up on his bed instead of standing here.
Taehyung smiled, endeared. “I’m sorry, love. You were sleeping too peacefully for me to wake you up.”
“Say that again.” Unfortunately, Jeongguk was fixated on that one word rather than the justification.
“What? That I left because you looked too cute while—“
“Hyung,” the younger wrapped his arms completely around Taehyung’s waist, already hearing the teasing lilt to his voice.
“Okay, okay.” The elder giggled, “love.”
Jeongguk’s whole body relaxed, Taehyung felt it against himself. A protective urge filled him when the younger rested his head against his shoulders. “Fuck,” he heard him whisper right next to his ears.
“Like it?” Jeongguk’s nod was almost instant. “My love, aren’t you?”
There was no response for a while, but the tightening arms around Taehyung’s waist were enough of an indication.
“And you’re mine.” Jeongguk said. “My love.” He finished, grinning from ear to ear.
Taehyung couldn’t resist pecking the adorable mole right below that plump bottom lip, watching as the younger giggled and buried his head deeper in his neck.
A distant clapping sound flinched them to move away, but not enough to leave each other completely. Jimin looked at them in awe, clapping in excitement while they could catch the glimpse of the others in the background— going about their day, doing their thing.
One common sight was the wide smiles on their faces. Taehyung and Jeongguk smiled back, finding each other’s eyes at the same time.
“I love you.” They whispered to each other, and for another time— Jeongguk really wished someone could pinch him hard so he would wake up now if possible.
This was getting too real.
Maybe Taehyung wouldn’t understand it just yet, maybe he’d get annoyed at times when Jeongguk would gasp and stand shocked at a few moments— but he won’t understand what suppressing it all for nine fucking years actually meant.
Until the younger lets him know, though. Which he would.
When his heart is ready, he would lay it all out for the other to pick at his pieces. A little messy, broken, but still wholly Taehyung’s.
And maybe he’s going to cry at night today, face buried against the elder’s chest, because what he thought was too unreal to turn into reality— was happening right in front of his eyes.
Taehyung loved him, Jeongguk was his love.
What more could he ask for, honestly?