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“Dear passengers, we will be landing in around 20 minutes, please stow your belongings in the overhead compartment, and fasten your seatbelts. Cabin crew, prepare for landing.”
Jeongguk is jolted awake by the distorted voice of the captain. He can’t really remember when he fell asleep or how long the flight time has been, but yet again, there is very little awareness about time and space these days.
The European leg of the tour was an absolute blast.
Jeongguk remembers the day they officially broke them the news of the world tour. How Namjoon’s leg had bounced nervously under the table, how Yoongi wouldn’t look up from his lap, face impassive, Seokjin seemed already tired. Jeongguk knew them well enough to know. That the pressure, this time around historically huge, was eating away at them. Their ever-worried minds spinning in all the different directions the comeback could go in. Jeongguk himself was buzzing with anticipation. His hands itching to hold his microphone again, his muscles eager for the exhaustion of the encore.
The excitement is still the same, only now slightly dimmed by the melatonin he took for the flight from New York to Seoul (and the wine he had with dinner). He’s exhausted, but it feels like being alive again.
And as delighted as he is to be back on stage, he’s also terribly happy to get have some days at home before kicking it all off again. His body begs for a break. Bunkering down with the black curtains drawn in his apartment. Binge-watch some episodes of that new anime he’s been meaning to start, exercise consciously and, ideally, not have any form of human interaction.
He checks his phone for any messages he may have missed before putting it flight mode. A few notifications from his personal trainer with a moderate routine for his rest days, endless congratulatory message on wrapping the first concerts, and one lone text that led him to decide that wine for dinner was a good choice to relax.
[TH]
back home now
safe travels.
It’s not that he was expecting to make plans with him immediately. Or maybe a little. Maybe going out for a drink or just sharing a bottle of wine on the couch. Yet again they have been together every day for the past month. Jeongguk is just like that, biblically greedy.
Spending time with Taehyung every day on tour has been, without any hint of overreaction, marvelous, Jeongguk thinks. Both on and off-stage. Their chemistry is simply undeniable; and it translates to their stage presence. The fans noticing every single interaction and spinning it out of control, he wishes he could tell the fans that it really isn’t entirely how they make it up to be. But he’d rather leave it up to their imagination.
And Taehyung is a nothing short of a blazing sun on stage. He’s all flashy smiles for the audience, bouncing all over the 360 stage, hitting every mark perfectly, wearing this beloved Celine pieces he was so excited to receive. He’s also in great shape, and Jeongguk would be a liar to deny he loves to look. He is, deep down, no better than the average gooey-eyed fan. It’s the way he carries himself lately, charm up to the max, deep voice echoing smoothly on every song, honey skin glowing under the lights, glistening with sweat in the heat-
“Dear Passengers welcome to Incheon International Airport in Seoul where the temperature is…” Jeongguk is shaken back to reality by the landing. It takes him a few seconds to blink away the day dream, dissipate the flicker of butterflies in his belly whenever he thinks of him.
He checks himself in the camera to make sure he’s at least Dispatch-presentable. Ruffles his hair a little bit and snaps a quick picture. Cute, he thinks, and in a quick thought, sends it with a message.
[JJK]
home too. c u.
A reply never comes, not that he expected one, but it prompts the picture to end up on an Instagram story too. Validation never killed nobody.
Everything seems great after a good, long shower. Even ghosting.
In all honesty and rationale, it’s okay if they all get their individual rests before the next leg of the tour begins. He has things to do, laundry, house cleaning, a game he’s been meaning to try. If he gets too bored he can always cook something, record a new TikTok for the fans, whatever an idol does these days.
The truth is, Jeongguk was tired during the flight, but now, in the confines of his own home, he feels restless. There is an itching in his body that he can’t seem to shake, and his fair assumption is that the itching has a name attached to it. A name he’s been hearing in screams and seeing in signs all over Europe for the past month. A name that was rolling off his tongue in breathy pleas only a few weeks ago too.
*
“Taehyung…” he pleads in a whisper, watching the numbers in the elevator of some fancy hotel in Madrid go up to their suites.
“What? .. I’m just saying, call-time tomorrow is at around 9, that’s plenty of time to sleep in, even if we stay up a little longer...” Taehyung says while playing some devil’s game with his hands delicately lingering under his shirt, barely touching, but it’s enough to spark the heat pooling in his lower belly.
“Yeah but it’s already 1AM, that leaves me with what, 4-5 hours of good sleep?…” he rests his head back, eyes still focused on the floor numbers. Is this the slowest elevator in the country?
Taehyung leans in to whisper in his ear, hot breath fanning over his neck. “Bold of you to assume it will take you that long. I’ll have you sleeping like a baby in 40 mins, best sleep of your life, Guk.” He says it like the implication isn’t lewd. They went out for dinner and drinks, Taehyung ordered some strong-bodied, rare Spanish red wine he had researched about. Red wine puts him in a mood, one that is not good for Jeongguk’s sanity. But two can play the game.
“I’ll tell you what,” Jeongguk says, taking capture of Taehyung’s fingers that have now found a way to hook themselves on the belt loops of his low-waist custom Balenciaga pants “we’re both tired, we have a full schedule tomorrow and we both know if this starts now it won’t end in 40 minutes.” Taehyung giggles, intently watching his mouth in a disarming way as he speaks, “so you’ll go to your room, I’ll go to mine, and you’ll get something from me before you go to sleep. Deal?” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle. He loves a good teasing game, sometimes more than release itself, Jeongguk thinks.
“Oh? What kind of something?” the slowest elevator in Spain finally arrives on their floor with a loud ding.
Jeongguk leans in, he’s also had enough of that overpriced wine, whispers against Taehyungs lips “something that will make you sleep like a baby.” And if the way Taehyung bites his lower lip and nearly claps in joy is anything to go by, Jeongguk thinks this was a good deal to offer.
"Tease” Taehyung narrows his eyes.
“Menace. Sleep well, hyung.” Jeongguk says, stealing a quick peck.
“Make me” Taehyung says with a wink before going in opposite directions.
Later that evening after a good shower and a lengthy skincare routine, he gets in bed before putting anything on. Smooth skin sliding into the soft white bedsheets, reaching for his phone. He knows the angles, arch of the back, low brightness, bed sheet bunching up low enough to cover what should be left to the receiver’s imagination. He raises his hips a little bit, places his hand on his hipbone, suggestive and soft. He takes a picture and, happy with the result, presses send.
The reply comes immediately, making him giggle.
[TH]
ffffuck you btw
[JJK]
WHy, im just honoring my part of the deal
[TH]
more.
Jeongguk wants to laugh, Taehyung, a limitless brat.
[JJK]
that wasn’t in the deal
[TH]
cmon. don’t get difficult on me. or i’ll stop by and get it in person. ruin those precious 4-5 hours of sleep u want
[JJK]
hyung, go to sleep
[TH]
[image.HEIC] does it look to you like i can?
Jeongguk bites his lip, hard. It’s a blurry picture, only the shadow of his silhouette on the large windows of the hotel, but clear enough to see he’s kneeling on the bed, body tilted to the side to reveal a very - to put it lightly - marvelous erection. It’s so perfect, he can almost taste it.
Jeongguk can’t help but move his hand from his chest, down to his abdomen and getting to his half-hard cock.
[JJK]
fuck you too.
[TH]
im trying but you don’t want to
Jeongguk laughs breathily, takes the bait.
[JJK]
[image.MOV]
It’s only a 3 second video, but enough for Taehyung to see Jeongguk clearly stroking himself over the bedsheets.
[JJK]
see you in Brussels.
[TH]
dfjkghdsjg i hate you. beautiful.
Jeongguk’s smile hurts on his face.
[JJK]
you too. night.
[TH]
jeongguk-ah
[JJK]
whattttt
[TH]
night, my love.
Heart kicking in his chest, heat building relentlessly in his lower belly, he comes quick and dirty with that specific name drawn in moans out of his lips, thinking if the term “love arousal” is a thing.
*
What a fool Jeongguk had been. He should’ve just gone over to Taehyung’s room, bend over like the good boy he can only be for him, 4-5 hours of sleep be damned.
Now he sits on his couch, wondering what Taehyung is doing, if he is resting enough (as expected), and eating well (as he should) or if he’s out being a social butterfly with all the pretty people he knows (he, selfishly, hopes not).
So he does the only thing that comes to his mind when he’s feeling bored and a little stupid, he fixes his face a little bit, pours himself a drink, throws on a hoodie and turns on a Live.
The first couple thousand viewers rapidly tune in, comments coming in by the dozen. Too fast to read, too tired to care.
“Are you guys doing well? I hope so. We’ve completed the European part of the tour well and healthy, thanks to everyone who came. You worked hard”- he says his media-trained lines, albeit sincere. He does feel them, he’s always warmed by the effort and undying love of his fans. Ticketing and queueing, as he’s heard, is no joke these days.
“I just came back from New York, I hope you guys liked the performance. It was fun to watch the match. I’m not that much into sports, Yoongi-hyung explained me what an off-side is, a few times.” he chuckles remembering Yoongi’s frustration the second time he didn’t get it. He pretended to not understand the third time, just to ragebait him a little longer. “Ah, but it was fun to dance. Everyone did so well” he tries to read a few comments in the meantime. “ ‘Jeonggukie, you should rest’ I know, I really wanted to rest but I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to come to you guys. ‘what are your plans for the next days?’ well probably recover, I have some packing to do…” he is thinking of the answer when a distinctive blue comment pops up.
@KIM TAEHYUNG
I bet you haven’t even unpacked your bags yet.
Well, sometimes you strike gold in the most random places, right? He’d be lying if he didn’t say his heart skips a beat, shy smile betraying him.
“Ah hyung. You know me too well…” he chuckles. Fans are going insane in the comments. Taekook this, vkook that, bunny and tiger emojis galore. He quickly remembers their PR manager’s advice. Don’t overly-encourage ship behavior, but keep a little flame going, good for the engagement, the marketing team loves it.
@KIM TAEHYUNG
I know you since you were a teen.
“Yah, I’ve also known you since you were a teen! What does that mean?!” he laughs.
@KIM TAEHYUNG
It means I know you haven’t unpacked your bags.
A fan comment catches his eye (‘you two, are we interrupting something?’), makes him giggle a little bit. Yes, a little.
“Taehyungie, don’t scold me. What are you doing now anyway?” curiosity can kill the cat, if the cat is live in front of 15 million viewers.
@KIM TAEHYUNG
I will take a nap soon. I need at least 4-5 hours of sleep.
Oh.
Was that a bait?
He chuckles. “That’s good, hyung. Everyone, Taehyungie-hyung is should get enough sleep right?”
@KIM TAEHYUNG
Yah, I always get enough sleep, you’re the one who wants to stay up late always! Everyone, sleep is important.
He wants to kick his feet, just not on live camera. “It’s just fun to hang out together while on tour, but its Taehyungie who keeps coming up with excuses to keep us up at night.” He chuckles, hopes he isn’t being too obvious, couldn’t care less if it gets him Taehyung’s attention. “Hyung, let’s hang out soon yeah?” he shoots his shot.
@KIM TAEHYUNG
Let’s. I’ll text you later, I have to go now. You should rest too.
Jeonggukie fighting
A win is a win. He smiles big, thoughtful, surely fueling some more tiger/bunny usernames’ theories, and opens the requests for the fans to tell him what to sing, as the usual routine begins.
The next days roll by in the same boring yet tense way. Jeongguk should really rest before the next round of concerts, but he’s been known to have endless supplies of energy, and what could be described as terrible self-preservation skills. He throws himself into his gym routine, riding his motorcycle around Hannam and Apgujeong, vocal rehearsals, trying virtually every thing he is known to enjoy to take his mind off of the relentless need that seems to have clouded his mind. ‘Jeongukkie gets like this on tour, it’s like he has a fire under his ass all the time’ Jimin says. Jimin is, technically, never wrong.
And he knows the answer. Knows he would be less agitated if he could see Taehyung. Be with him for a little while at least.
It’s as if whenever he is with Taehyung, his soul, body and mind are at ease. Yet somehow, he can’t find it in himself to call. To be that greedy. Taehyung also deserves some rest, a break from the group to do whatever he wants in private. It’s not his fault Jeongguk does a poor job at managing his needs. This is what he tells himself when he’s up late at night checking for the fifth time Taehyung’s last Instagram post. Shots from the concert, flashing that boxy smile, dressed to the nines in expensive jackets he later sheds just to reveal those toned, honey arms that Jeongguk craves to wake up wrapped in, just one more morning.
Without much else to do once Friday night rolls around, Jeongguk uses up his last cartridge.
“Oh oh oh, he prodigal son returns! So? to do what do I owe the honor?” Mingyu cheers over the phone.
“Yah, Kim Mingyu, don’t be so dramatic, I’ve been sending you TikToks every day” he rolls his eyes. “anyway, cut the crap, I could really use a drink right now. You?”
“You had me at ‘crap’. Heard there’s this private listening party happening at Minibar in Hannam, some french DJ. Wanna go?”
“Anything at this point man. See you there? 10pm?”
“You got it. Hey, looking forward to it man, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
Jeongguk knows the mellow tone. He gets shy sometimes, knowing Mingyu has been into him since they met backstage at some award show back in 2015. ’he’s cute. You should make friends’ Taehyung had said during hair & makeup backstage back then.
“Yeah, me too man. Catch you later.” he briefly says before hanging up. He’s always been one to follow his hyungs’ advice.
The red lights of the lounge are overstimulating, there is one too many disco balls reflecting in his face and the second gin and tonic he ordered tasted like tonic was never in the plans of the barkeeper. Jeongguk loves it.
He does not know anybody here except for Mingyu, which usually would make him uncomfortable but today there is something refreshing about being in an unknown crowd, a welcomed distraction.
He’s been asked for a picture twice, and twice he has accepted. It’s not really his MO on a night out, but tonight nobody’s keeping tabs on him, not even himself.
“How long are you going to be in town for?” Mingyu gets close to talk closer to his ear, music throbbing everywhere.
“Just like, three more days” Jeongguk replies, faces too close.
“Plenty of time, JK, let’s hang out more, this is fun. You always forget me when you’re busy” he chuckles against his ear in mock aegyo.
Jeongguk shoves him playfully, he knows they’re both tipsy, he knows Mingyu doesn’t need tipsy to get cozy with him, but the attention is nice.
The evening passes by in a flash of pictures, dancing, some more gin and very little tonic. The need gnawing at his core sated for now. He gets dragged to the dancefloor by Mingyu and some other unknown guy, bodies hot and swaying to the rhythm. He left his jacket somewhere, the late July heat is palpable inside the club.
It happens in a sudden wave. The feeling in his gut, something tugging at him, begging him to pay attention.
He spots him across the dance floor. Caramel blonde hair swept back in an elegant mullet, he’s wearing a bordeaux blazer and low waist jeans, looking like the sins Jeongguk has been craving and more.
“Oh look, two superstars in here today, must be our lucky night no offense Mingyu” the other guy dancing behind him chuckles in his ear.
Their eyes meet and Jeongguk thinks this has nothing to do with luck. Desire has its way of materializing his dreams, it seems. Their eyes meet in the packed crowd of dancing bodies, and Taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise and finally, after a pause that feels like a century of soul-burning eye contact, he turns away.
Jeongguk is in a bit of a daze, gin dancing around his system, desire still pulling at his core despite Taehyung’s obvious rejection. Oh fuck this. He thinks, as he brings his arms to rest over Mingyu’s shoulders, while the guitar riffs of “Supermassive Black Hole” by Muse carry them deeper into the dance floor.
Ooh baby, don't you know I suffer?
Ooh baby, can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
Ooh, You set my soul alight
Ooh,You set my soul alight
He tells himself he won’t chase him, he’ll keep on dancing enjoying the night. He fucking loves this song, everything was fine until now. His half-lidded eyes can see Taehyung mingling with people, ever the social butterfly. But the milliseconds when their eyes meet, Jeongguk can see that hint of indifference, and he’d be damned if it didn’t spur him on a little bit. Jeongguk loves a challenge, and tonight he bets big on winning.
The French DJ Taehyung met in Paris and begged him to come to his gig in Seoul couldn’t have known it would lead him to this predicament. To him witnessing his Jeongguk sandwiched in between two bulky guys, one of them goddamn Kim Mingyu, in a hot summer evening in late July in Hannam.
Jeongguk has been effectively absent since they set foot in Korean soil, which is wonderful for Taehyung’s nightly beauty sleep and horrific to his everlasting crave for those pretty bambi eyes, soft skin and magnetic attraction that is Jeon Jungkook.
Maybe he was just spoiled during tour, having Jeongguk pretty much 24/7 around him, always somehow within each other’s arm’s reach. Maybe this is a form of withdrawal syndrome. So here he finds himself, stealing glances at the way that tiny waist sways to a sinful rhythm, tattooed arms resting comfortably on Mingyu’s shoulders, shiny black hair bouncing around doing a poor job at hiding the scrunch of his nose when the unnamed muscle dude whispers something in his ear, dancing to an alluring tune.
I thought I was a fool for no one
Ooh baby, I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial
And how long before you tell the truth?
Taehyung takes a small sip of his dirty martini and ponders how much of a fool he wants to be tonight. Jeongguk hasn’t texted, called or given signs of life. Why should he be the one to throw the first stone? He sees the way Mingyu, who’s clearly been trying his luck with the golden maknae for the good part of five years, places his hands around Jeongguk’s ribcage and squeezes, and maybe the martini was dirtier than he thought, because he excuses himself mid conversation and pushes through the crowd in record time.
“Jeonggukie, due for a night out I see?” the rumble of the familiar deep voice is barely concealed by the music, and Jeongguk feels his limbs go weak. He turns around, trying to not make it too obvious when he puts some distance between himself and Minygu, like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
“Hyung,” even the honorific tastes sweet in his tongue, “well, I had to keep myself entertained even during the tour break, no? Doing the same I see?” he gravitates closer to Taehyung despite his best efforts at being nonchalant, his eyes drifting down slowly taking in the details, tinted balm glossing his lips, low cut top showing a peek of his chest and… is that a dash of body glitter?
“Taehyung-ssi, good to see you!” Mingyu breaks his daze to greet Taehyung with a hug. Lol, damn, alright, Jeongguk tries to ignore how the scene is lowkey something he could’ve come up with in a wet dream.
“Good to see you too man, Jeonggukie, hey, can I steal you for a sec?” Jeongguk thinks the concept is funny, stealing something that’s already property.
“Yeah, smoke outside?” he offers, he shouldn’t be smoking during Tour, his vocal trainer had said it plenty, but he’ll submit himself to vocal rest as penitence later.
It’s not a time to think straight when Taehyung is in front of him looking like a sin he’d love to commit and never repent.
“Let’s go. Guys, excuse us.” He nods to the others before heading out.
Taehyung makes his way to the exit, stretching his hand behind his back for Jeongguk to grab as he guides him through the crowd, and he really doesn’t need any guidance but he’d follow Taehyung to the end of the world if it means getting tugged around like this by what must be the most beautiful man in Seoul tonight.
The summer night outside, even in the side alley of the club, is a nice change of atmosphere. Although the only thing he can think of is how the soft breeze is making him even more aware of that addictive scent of oakwood, cinnamon and so distinctively Taehyung. Jeongguk watches those pretty, long fingers expertly pull out a cigarette and lighter from a fancy velvety case, and for some reason, it pisses him off that he’s been deprived of them for so long.
“You’ve been busy I suppose, I haven’t heard from you since we got b-“
“Open.” Taehyung interrupts him, raising the cigarette to his lips, and the heat that’s been softly gnawing at his belly already goes haywire.
Tsk. ‘Open’, what am I, a dog? Jeongguk thinks.
He opens his mouth obediently to take the cigarette.
Taehyung lights it, had the perfect chance to light his in the process as well but instead he chooses to put the cigarette to lips and tap the tip of it to Jeongguk’s to share the flame, his hips somehow coming impossibly close to him while at it.
“Phone works both ways you know? You also haven’t texted me. And don’t pout.” he didn’t realize he was doing it, but his cheeks warm up at the thought of Taehyung being so tuned in to his reactions. “What are you doing here with Mingyu anyway, thought you said you didn’t want to lead him on”
“He’s a friend hyung, can’t I go out with friends? Do I need your permission for that now?”
“Ah, Gukkie, don’t be a brat…” light smile playing on his lips, the tension dissipates a little bit and so does Jeongguk’s resolve to play hard to get.
“Or what? You’re gonna ghost me again?” says Jeongguk, taking a step closer
“Aish, Jeongguk-ah, I wasn’t ghosting you, baby, thought you also wanted some rest.” Taehyung pouts a little. The nickname feels disarming, he attentively watches Taehyung as he takes a drag from his cigarette and steps closer to him, caging him even more towards the wall.
“Hyung… I don’t need rest. Not from you.” he sighs, “I’ve been feeling a little… restless. I’m uncomfy all the time, I can’t sleep, workout doesn’t tire me, I don’t know...” Jeongguk says looking down to his feet, somehow shy to admit the state he’s been for the past few days.
“Hmm..” Taehyung mock-pouts this time, “have you been a little needy, Jeonggukie?” he says, exhaling some smoke straight into Jeongguk’s mouth. His lips part almost unconsciously, inhaling from Taehyung’s lips like he otherwise would not have taken a breath on his own.
“Yes, hyung…” his own whiny tone surprises him, but Taehyung is taking him apart little by little without even touching him yet.
“Awww,” Taehyung puckers his lips, almost cutely. He leans in to whisper in Jeongguk’s ear “then why didn’t you just call me? why are you out here with Mingyu when you’re feeling needy? Was that your plan? Was he going to help you with this?..” Taehyung’s hand that’s not holding the cigarette snakes down to palm at his groin, public indecency be damned. His dick is feeling too tight in his pants.
Jeongguk whines despite any intent of dignity. “No, no, I just came out for a drink with him, I needed distraction, hyung.. I was going crazy” Jeongguk stutters a little bit. He usually tries to be more resolute, but he is sure he must be metaphysically melting a little bit under Taehyung’s command.
“Hmm, it seemed to me like you guys were very cozy in there. Were you trying to make me jealous?” Taehyung asks, tone daunting and demanding at the same time.
“Dunno, was it working?” Jeongguk smiles, playing a bit his own cat and mouse game. Taehyung smiles with him, lips mirroring each other when being this close. They’re testing the waters tonight.
“It was distracting Jeongguk, I came out to have a chill time and what do I see? Someone else holding on to your pretty little waist. What did you expect from me? You were all lithe and sexy, was that grinding what I saw? were you feeling his cock? Is that what made you hard?” Taehyung’s voice morphs into that authoritative, teasing tone that has Jeongguk’s resolution flying out the window.
“Tsk, hyung, you know it’s not like that...” he says breathily, closing his eyes and throwing his head back to rest against the wall while Taehyung continues to palm him through his pants.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Jeongguk...” and that’s an order if Jeongguk’s ever gotten one. He instinctively snaps his head back to look at him, takes a drag of his cigarette before discarding it, feeling slightly drunk and electric.
“What do you want from me, hm? To soothe that… restlessness, you have going on?” Taehyung presses him against the dirty alley wall with his hips, pressing a light kiss to the side of his neck, barely there. “You want me to fuck you? do you miss arching your pretty back for me?” Jeongguk thinks he may be seeing stars, can’t articulate a proper sentence to save his life, “or you feel like fucking me this time? Bend me over and get that energy all out of your system?”
To hell with resolution.
Jeongguk lurches forward to capture his lips in a kiss, if practically eating Taehyung’s mouth is even considered a “kiss” to begin with. Taehyung eats back, albeit only for a few seconds.
“Uh uh uh,” he tuts his lips disapprovingly, capturing Jeongguk’s jaw with one hand, like Jeongguk is some ravenous animal he needs to keep at bay. “It would be rude to keep Mingyu-ssi waiting any longer, don’t you think? He’s the one you asked to come out tonight with you, not me right? You know we’ll get carried away.” there is a hint of a smile in Taehyung’s snarl, he’s absolute gorgeous, even when he’s denying Jeongguk of a lifeline.
“Hyung…” Jeongguk pleads, mouth slightly gapped, tongue coming to softly lick at Taehyung’s upper lip, anything at this point. Taehyung whispers in his ear again, sending chills down his spine for the nth time this godforsaken evening, “Why don’t you go back in there, ask Mingyu over to your place, and have him fuck you? hm? Think of me while he’s at it?…”
Jeongguk makes a sound between a gasp and a moan, loud enough in Taehyung’s ear, yet he manages to gain some composure in the haze to play his own hand in this devil’s game. “You’d love that wouldn’t you, hyung?” he laughs, heavy-lidded and bold “You want me to call you when we’re there?” he chuckles “so you can hear me moan your name while he’s in me...” he presses his forehead against Taehyung, both chuckling softly, drunk off this relentless game they’re playing.
“Mmm, my Jeongguk, you’re fucking insane” Taehyung closes his eyes and Jeongguk knows he’s affected too. Pats himself in the back for it, too.
“You make me insane” Jeongguk smiles, flashy, toothy grin that seems to disarm Taehyung every time. He kisses him softly, they know they can’t be playing this game in the middle of one of the most frequented streets in Hannam.
“Go back in, enjoy your evening. I’ll go somewhere else soon, some private afterparty I know you don’t want to join. Call me when you get home?” Taehyung mutters in between soft pecks, Jeongguk just hums into his mouth. “Jeongguk-ah, you listening?”
“Yes”
“Yes what”
“Yes, hyung…”
“Good boy. Be careful” he says flicking his chin, their little gesture that’s always comforting. He nods and lets Taehyung go in first, he follows a few minutes later after double-checking that his pants fit again.
Jeongguk gets home earlier than he thought, head slightly spinning from all the dancing, at one point there were several tequila shots, but he’s sure it was the dancing.
Mingyu had offered to go to his place together, have drinks and order ood on the rooftop terrace, Jeongguk admires his determination to make this his lucky night.
It wasn’t. But Jeongguk is hellbent on making it his lucky night, too, only differently.
Or at least that’s what he thought when he got ready for bed but ends up knocked out the moment his head hit the pillow, tired from the roller coaster of a night he’s had.
He wakes up next morning feeling dry and sore, some texts from Mingyu saying what a great night he had and proposing plans to meet soon, a few tagged pictures, thank God he looks hot in all of them, and a voice note left unheard, he presses play immediately.
“Yah, you didn’t text me you got home safe. I’ll try not to be mad about that because of how cute you looked today. Mmm, I just got home, took a long bath, had some more wine. I was hoping you’d call and come over. You could’ve gotten into the tub with me, maybe given me a massage as an apology after the little stunt you pulled on me today with Mingyu. Speaking of whom, I hope you’re actually sleeping, ALONE. Hmm, you looked gorgeous tonight, baby. I like your hair like this. I know you wanted to grow it, but I think it looks great. Leave it like this for me, hm? Ughhh I’m drunk rambling now just because I can’t go to sleep. I miss you. I guess hyung can be needy too, right? Anyway, text me tomorrow when you wake up yeah? Night Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk quite literally buries his face in his pillows and groans loudly, kicking his feet. He hates himself for falling asleep, fuck ass tequila shots. He wasted a perfect night. God, that sleepy voice, the rustle of the bedsheets, his hair must’ve been all tousled, lips tinted with last night’s wine, his cheeks lightly flushed. He’s getting hard just thinking about him now. Fuck. Absolute fuck.
He jumps up from the bed, ignoring the way his head protests at the sudden action. Brushes his teeth and freshens up in record time, throwing on a hoodie and bolts to the door, if he gets a cab now he can be down in Hannam at Taehyung’s in less than-
He nearly barrels into a broad chest when he opens the door, stopping dead in his tracks. Jeongguk was right, blonde hair softly sticking in different directions, Celine sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, grey sweats and a sleepy pout, straight out of his sweetest dreams.
Taehyung looks almost caught.
“You didn’t reply last night. I was worried, I-I thought I’d come over to check on you maybe I got a bit paranoid but you didn’t listen to the voice note and-”
Jeongguk decides his dream has done enough talking and crashes his lips against his, grabbing his thighs and sweeping him up to lock them around his waist as kicks the door shut, beelining his way back to the bedroom.
“Jeongguk, I- oh my god okay, okay, Gukkie, yes, easy baby” he says in between breathless chuckles as Jeongguk throws him on the still unmade bedsheets.
“Enough, I miss you, I told you I’m going crazy and you don’t care” Jeongguk would pout if he wasn’t so busy trying to kiss every surface of honey golden skin available. “Hmmm, you didn’t text me back when I landed from New York either, I didn’t want to bother you on your personal time, I know tour takes a lot of that from us but fuck, hyung, you can’t leave me high and dry like that after the tour-” Jeongguk knows he’s rambling, but all the neediness is bubbling up like uncorked champagne and it feels like a dam is open.
“Jeongukkie, stop, slow down baby.” He says placing a grounding hand to Jeongguk’s chest to brake him for a second. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I-I.. you also said you couldn’t wait to be home and lock yourself in for a while, I know you need your space and time. I wasn’t doing it on purpose to be mean. I missed you too, so, so much. I’m not used to not having you anymore…” Taehyung pouts, looks down to caress his chest and Jeongguk is really only human. He bends forward to continue kissing, anything, anywhere. “Gukkie, I swear I- hmmmm careful, no marks on the skin baby, we’re on stage in a few days, take it easy on me hm?” Taehyung chuckles breathlessly while Jeongguk is the closest he’s ever been to suffocating.
“I know, I’ll hmm, I’ll try but fuck.. hyung, I’ve missed you. You’re gorgeous, you looked beautiful last night, I could never be with- ugh, fuck it, off, get these off,” Jeongguk fumbles to take off the hoodie and wastes no time to yank his sweatpants down.
He sits back on his knees and takes a moment to admire the man in his bed. His man. Perfect caramel skin a stark contrast against the white bedsheets, golden hair messy, strands falling over his eyes, red, bitten lips and those big, gorgeous, weakening eyes looking up at him like Jeongguk is the center of the universe. And it all boils down to that; he gets cheered on stage and admired by millions of people on the daily, gets a good kick of adrenaline from it as well, but it all pales in comparison to the God-complex it ignites in him when Taehyung looks at him like Jeongguk is the sun, blazing bright only for him.
“Come here, show me how much you missed me then” he says with a smile like Jeongguk isn’t a little insane. They meet in the middle, kissing desperately again while Jeongguk gets rid of the last few layers between them. Jeongguk breaks the kiss only to continue it down his chest, his toned abs, earning himself praises from his hyung as he goes down and, regardless of how impatient and restless he’s been for this exact moment, he is savouring it. He grabs a handful of Taehyung’s gorgeous hard cock through his briefs, placing open mouthed, hungry kisses on it and basking in its delicious heat.
“Oh fuck… ffuck Gukkie, mmm, yeah, you missed it baby?”
“I did, so, so fucking much, hyung” he moans his words as he licks a wet stripe along the shaft, teasing just enough to get Taehyung to his boiling point.
“Hmmnnn, you did, didn’t you? You didn’t answer my question last night at the club hnmmm, what do you want from me now?” Taehyung smiles, soft and handsome and all his.
“Does it matter? it’s early morning, there’s time for everything” Jeongguk says as he finally removes the obstacle of the briefs, gorgeous dick springing into view. He cant help but get to it immediately, takes it almost fully in his mouth with enough determination, been starved for it for so long he figures why the fuck not. Gives a good, long suck to it, finishing with a pretty ‘pop’ of his lips at the tip. “But since you’re asking so nicely, I want all of this in me, now...”
And if Jeongguk is the sun, Taehyung looks like he’s ready to be burned alive in this very moment.
In an instant he gets manhandled to land on his back, Taehyung’s broad shape hovering over him. Jeongguk stretches his arms above himself on the soft pillows, arches his back letting his muscles unclench little by little, feeling like he’s finally relaxing for the first time since the last concert lights went out.
“Relax baby, hyung will take care of you.” words dripping like warm honey all over his body, he spreads his legs wide and willing to let Taehyung begin his artful ministrations, ready and pliant to be taken apart.
He starts by giving a few tugs to his cock, rock hard and ready. He whimpers a little bit as he sees Taehyung bend down between his legs and give a few kittenish licks to the tip, not breaking eye contact.
“Hmmmnn, babe, don’t tease.. please” Jeongguk pleads for dear life.
“It’s been a while, let me prep you, okay baby? Get the lube for me” Taehyung says in a deep gentle voice, chuckles a little bit at Jeongguk’s lightning speed when reaching for his drawer. Taehyung uncaps the lube, with one hand, pouring a generous amount over Jeongguk, too much if they’re being realistic. But Taehyung likes Jeongguk like he likes his martinis, wet and filthy.
“Mmmm look at your pretty hole, waiting for me isn’t it? You’re so needy, should we calm you down a little bit like this?” Taehyung purrs, caressing him everywhere, just the right pressure, just the right touch. “Oh my baby, let’s put you at ease...” he says gently as he pushes two fingers in, achingly slow. Jeongguk bites his lower lip, unable to stop himself from looking down at Taehyung’s hand movements between his legs. “Hmmm, always so tight, so perfect. You haven’t even played with yourself these days have you, baby?” he looks up at Jeongguk, who shakes his head with big pleading eyes, and it makes Taehyung both so endeared and so eager to ruin him. “Aww, you’ve been waiting for hyung then? let’s reward you for that yeah?” he says, reaching in deeper to rub the pads of his fingers against his prostate, softly, intensely.
Jeongguk throws his head back on the pillow, seeing stars, he would start singing gospel if he could.
Sometimes, at random moments, during interviews, on stage, during photoshoots, he will get distracted by Taehyung’s fingers holding the microphone, playing with the buttons of his jacket and inevitably thinks of the last time those fingers were deep inside of him. It drives him insane and he shouldn’t be doing it in public, but he loves to think of it. His filthy little secret, one of many.
“Ah, hyung, fuck… mmm right there, yes, right there, hyung…” Jeongguk says eagerly, arching his back and spreading his legs some more. He feels the knots in his back unclenching, the fog in his mind dissipating, it’s as if every nerve and sensation in his body is being set alight by Taehyung masterfully working his body. “Mm, you like that? You look so beautiful…” with the fingers that aren’t knuckle deep inside him, Taehyung caresses his chest, his abs, his thighs, a full massage from the inside out. Kim Taehyung, Hallelujah.
Jeongguk barely takes the pressure anymore, this is not how he wants the week-long fire in his belly to culminate. “Hyung, hyung get in me please..” he pleads, opening his eyes to look at Taehyung and flash him the biggest, beggiest eyes ever.
“Yeah? You want it baby?” Taehyung’s own cock is bouncing neglected between his legs, angry red and hard, just like Jeongguk likes it.
“Yeah, hmm, yes please, I need your cock, it’s been- ah, fucking unbearable without it mmm…” whiny voice uncontrollable now, Jeongguk feels wrecked.
“Mmm poor Jeonggukie, look at you, such a fucking supernova on stage, and such a puppy in bed, hmm, I’m gonna ruin you…” Taehyung’s eyes darken gradually with lust, he looks like he might explode, and Jeongguk prays he is the collateral damage.
“Do it, come on…” he says looking deep into his eyes, holding his legs spread open and raising his hips. An offering, a tribute for Kim Taehyung’s gratification. “Fuck…” Taehyung takes the bait.
Pulling him closer by his hips and lining himself up, Taehyung pushes the head of his cock through Jeongguk’s tight hole, their moans are almost a perfect harmony. “Oh god, oh god…” Taehyung continues his praise to the heavens, moving forward with a steady pace until he is buried up to the hilt inside Jeongguk. Home.
“How’s that? How do you feel?” He asks caressing his thighs, always the gentleman.
“Hhmmhh… full...” Jengguk says with a moan and Taehyung needs to close his eyes for a second to ground himself.
“Hyung, fuck, move… please” he pleads.
“Patience, baby.. tell me first, how do you want this?” and Jeongguk laughs a little delirious at the thought of choosing his fuck from a menu. He lifts himself up with whatever strength he has left to meet Taehyung half-way and kiss his lips softly, yearning.
“Fuck me like you’ve missed me too.”
And Taehyung is truly just a man, too weak to resist the sirens. He adjusts his kneeling on the bed snaps his hips forward deep and experimental. It earns him a loud groan from Jeongguk and it only spurs him on, picking up the pace to slam against Jeongguk’s ass because he has, indeed, missed him deeply. Jeongguk falls back on the bed, clutching the pillow behind him like it will be of any help in bracing for the impact. He closes his eyes enjoying the sweet sound of their skins slapping, angles his waist to get Taehyung where he wants him.
“I’ve missed you, I miss you, I miss you...” Taehyung says in between thrusts and Jeongguk thinks he may have died and went to reassurance heaven.
“Yeah? you did? Did you think of me?” He asks back between thrusts, they’re both a little crazed out.
Taehyung bends down to kiss him, folding him practically in half as he continues to ram into him at an angle that knocks any leftover sense out of Jeongguk.
“Mmm, I did, I thought of you like this, underneath me, begging for my cock” He whispers against Jeongguk’s parted lips “I thought of your smell, your warmth, your voice. I’m obsessed with you, Guk, and you’re all mine…” Taehyung says in his low register, Jeongguk preens at his words.
“Hmngh, yours.. yours…” Jeongguk repeats it like a mantra, looking straight into his eyes. And Taehyung is only a man, a very territorial one, that is.
The words seem to snap something in Taehyung. He takes his dick out suddenly, Jeongguk gasps at the loss, too soon to be punished. “Stand up” he commands.
Jeongguk tries his best to get back on his feet, ends up getting manhandled (god, he loves it) all the way to the bathroom.
Taehyung makes him place his hands on the counter, in front of the giant mirror wall. Spreading his ass with both hands before smoothly sliding back in like its second nature to him, the angle and the force bending Jeongguk forward almost completely, he holds on to the counter for dear life. Taehyung snakes his long hand around his neck, gripping his jaw and forcing him to look at himself in the mirror.
“Say it again.” Taehyung says, deep voice reaching a decibel, audible only to good boys like Jeongguk
“Hngh, wh-what?” he’s starting to babble unintelligibly.
“Say you’re mine, look at yourself, and say it.” He picks up the pace, his dick reaching depths Jeongguk seemingly hasn’t felt before with the way his skin erupts in goosebumps, hips slapping against his perky ass.
“Hmmm, I’m yours, hyung” Jeongguk looks at himself, cheeks flushed, hair partially sticking to his forehead, muscles straining under the effort to stay upright as Taehyung thrusts into him deliciously.
“What do you say if Mingyu comes around again, trying his luck?” his grip on Jeongguk’s hips is vicious, delicate hands bruising around his hipbones.
“I c-can’t AH..”
“Why can’t he fuck you? Eyes on the mirror, Guk” he orders.
“Because I’m yours, hmmnghh Taehyung... yours” he whines his words, sense and dignity absolutely fucked out of him.
“Hmmm that’s right baby, this is mine, all mine.” He whispers into his ear, reaching down to take a hold of Jeongguk’s dick and stroke it deliciously. “I want you to think of me whenever someone tries to touch you, you’ll think of my cock buried deep inside you, you’ll think of the years I’ve molded you for me…” Jeongguk meets Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror, he tries to talk but the grip on his jaw, the other one stroking his dick, it’s all rendered him catatonic.
“Hyung-ah, hyung hmmm, I will, I-I.. I love you.. hmmnngh.. I love you Tae..” He manages to blabber the words out, albeit softly. And he’d like to pretend they are just words, fucked out of him with the strength of Taehyung’s dick hitting all the right spots, but it’s deeper than that. They root deep within him, somewhere in his subconscious even in moments like this, when his mind is clear as day despite his senses being overloaded by Taehyung. His Taehyung.
Even with his vision gradually going blank, the orgasm of the millennia building up rapidly and intense deep in his core, he sees Taehyung’s eyes soften, turn into the version of him reserved only for Jeongguk. Not for the stadiums, not for the press. Just his Jeongguk.
Taehyung holds him harder by the jaw, thrusts into him deeper, a territorial grip on his dick as he spreads the traces of pre cum all over his length
“Ugh, my Jeongguk, mine, I love you so much baby, come for me. Come for hyung, who loves you..” and Jeongguk gets an answer to his question. Love arousal is totally a thing.
Hands flying up to hold himself against the mirror, leaving sweaty handprints streaked down the pristine reflection, Jeongguk comes with a force that burns both his gut and his heart. He feels the tension that’s been suffocating him since he got back to Seoul draining from his muscles, the tight pull releasing at the same time he feels Taehyung come with a string of both profanities and praise growled into his ear, stuffing Jeongguk full, warm and sated.
He makes the titanic effort of opening his eyes just enough, cause God forbid he would miss the sight of Taehyung coming undone from fucking him this hard, and the sight alone is enough for Jeongguk to have wet dream material for the rest of the year. Glossy red lips parted, blonde sweaty hair falling over his eyes, the veins in his arms and neck straining, muscles lean and full on display. And Jeongguk has always thought religion is foolish, but for this apparition in his mirror he will eternally pray at the altar of Kim Taehyung.
Jeongguk stirs awake from the best sleep of his year so far. He doesn’t remember exactly getting back to bed but he has a suspicion based on the arms wrapped around his waist. He smiles, reaching down to caress Taehyung’s head softly for a little until he stretches his arms slowly, looking up at Jeongguk with a sleepy pout the shape of an adorable heart.
“Hmm, what time is it?” Taehyung’s deep sleepy voice asks.
“Dunno, don’t necessarily care.” Jeongguk replies with a smile, pulling him up to his arms, Taehyung shifts gladly to lay his full weight on top of him.
“Well, you should, we’re supossed to go over the second act formations with Noah PD-nim tonight at rehearsal.” He checks his phone, it’s barely a bit past midday, plenty of time to bask in this moment. “Slept well?” Taehyung says setting his phone back aside, leaning down to kiss Jeongguk’s chest softly.
“Hmmmm, like a goddamn baby. You know sex makes me sleep like a rock.” he says twisting his neck, further releasing tension
“I know a lot of things about what sex does to you Jeongguk-ah.” he laughs softly.
“True” Jeongguk smiles fondly, caressing his back. “Hungry? I’m starving. I’m feeling like having some meat.” He regrets the words out of his mouth the moment, he says them, blushes instantly.
“Sure I can give you some meat” Taehyung chuckles, mouth filthy as per usual.
“Shut the fuck up. I have some good cuts of hanwoo in the fridge, we should get some protein before practice.” he caresses Taehyung’s cheekbone, watching him sit up to come straddle his waist. He’d be a hypocrite to deny the hear in his belly doesn’t kick-start a little at the suggestive position.
“A good fuck and a good cook. Damn Guk, I knew you were a catch but I didn’t know I won the lottery” Taehyung says, stretching his arms behind his back, muscles bulging up in his arms and thighs as he gets a good stretch. Jeongguk bites his lips, staring at the marvelous figure on his lap, caressing his sides.
“Well, I have my ways to keep you coming back to me” he smiles up at him, watching intently as Taehyung looks at him for a moment with endearment in his eyes before bending down to cage Jeongguk between his arms on each side of his head.
“You know I’ll come back to you anyway. I’ll always come back to you.” He whispers softly against his lips. Jeongguk smile spreads big on his lips, familiar butterflies erupting in his stomach whenever Taehyung reassures him that he will always be the one.
He thinks now’s a good time for a reminder. “I meant it you know. Even if we don’t always say it. I love you Tae.” he says, ignoring how there is a slight prickle at his nose, the telltale sign that, if he allowed himself, his eyes would tear up with emotion.
Taehyung kisses him softly, deepens the kiss at the pace he pleases before pulling back to softly hold his chin, “I know my love. And I love you too, you know that right? You can always text me if you’re feeling restless, if you’re feeling sad. I love you, and I’ll find a way to make it better.” He smiles at Jeongguk, the most genuine and disarming smile.
Jeongguk’s been brave, but his emotions are always raw, and they always find ways to betray him. “Jeo-, baby, why are you cry-.. aww baby…” Taehyung chuckles fondly as he engulfs him in a hug that could move oceans within him.
Jeongguk sniffs a little bit between his words “You know how I get. I always get like this when I think of how much I care about you. I do. I’m happy we’re at this point. We’re adults right? Adults who can love. It’s been a long time coming, hyung…” He says, feelings all tangled.
“It’s been a long time indeed, love. But we made it here. Let’s enjoy it, hm?” Taehyung says, pecking him all over his face to dissipate the feeling, it always works. Taehyung had said he would’ve done it at the last concert in Paris if they hadn’t been in front of ninety-two thousand witnesses.
“Let’s.” Jeongguk smiles.
“Good boy.” He kisses him again, deeper, a bit longer this time. “Now, about that protein we need to get before practice, I can think of some I wanna get in me before that...” Taehyung says grinding shamelessly on his lap, the fire in Jeongguk’s belly going berserk in an instant despite how much he wants to laugh at Taehyung’s cheesy segway. It’s gonna be a long morning in bed.
Being together feels right, in the comfort of Jeongguk’s home. Like the relief of being at ease in the comfort of being together.
They inevitably arrive together to the performance practice. Taehyung, tired eyes and messy-haired, wearing an old hoodie of Jeongguk. Practically smelling like Jeongguk. Jeongguk, in turn, looks fresh as a daisy for the first time in weeks.
Jimin falls back to the floor with laughter.
“Yah, it was not about them arriving together at all, that doesn’t count as winning!” Seokjin points at Jimin who’s still chuckling on the floor.
“It’s the same shit, look at them,” he says in between giggles, “you all owe me 50,000 won each”
“They did arrive at the same time, but it’s obvious.” Yoongi nods in agreement. That’s not odd, Yoongi would nod in agreement to anything Jimin says.
“What’s 50,000 won and so obvious?” Taehyung asks cluelessly.
“Jimin coerced us into a bet that you two wouldn’t last the break separated. I, foolishly, thought you both, mind you, ADULTS, could use some time alone...” Namjoon says resigned with a sigh, typing in the details into his banking app to transfer Jimin 50k won.
“To be clear here, I was never a part of this bet because I, for one, do not care what you all do on your free time. But I do, occasionally, enjoy gossip details, so spill, who caved in?” says Yoongi, who’s now lounging on a chair with his eyes closed.
Jeongguk blushes up to his ears. It’s been 13 years and the awareness of his bandmates about his and Taehyung’s dynamic still renders him down to that shy little 15 year old boy who got teased for his obvious crush on Taehyung. But they’ve always been nothing but supportive, maybe a little worried, mainly about how the media and fans would perceive it. A narrative that, as they all entered their adult years, started being less overwhelming and more of a privacy matter because fuck the media anyway.
“Yeah Jeonggukie, who caved?” says Taehyung teasingly, flicking his chin with affection. Taehyung, always unapologetic, has always felt comfortable being overtly affectionate to Jeongguk, he knows he enjoys the teasing. Loves the feeling Jeongguk is knowingly his.
“Don’t give me that look, this was a two way street.” Jeongguk states fimly. He’s been yearning for Taehyung since they parted ways in New York, and based on the affirmations this morning in bed, so has Taehyung.
“It was such a stupid bet to looooooseeee it was so obvious, why did I ever believe personal space is a thing for these two, aish..” Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment. His form of payment for Jimin is cash.
“I should be charging you all extra for the fact that this one” Jimin points to Taehyung lovingly accusing, “is clearly wearing Jeonggukie’s clothes, damn Taehyungie let him breathe a little won’t you?”
Taehyung chuckles and maybe it’s the heat in the practice room but Jeongguk swears he sees a blush before Taehyung snakes his fingers at the base of his scalp, massaging a sensitive spot, coming closer to bump their foreheads together, melted chocolate eyes staring into him “What do you think Jeonggukie? Should I let you breathe?”
“Hyung, stop..” he tries to say firmly but instead, the words accidentally escape him in a needy whine.
He instantly regrets opening his mouth with the way the others start hooting and hollering.
“For the love of God please, I beg you, I’ll throw in an extra 50k to NOT hear the kid MOAN…Jesus.” says Yoongi, covering his face with his hands.
“Aaand on the list of things I did not think I would hear today…” Seokjin sighs, scratching his forehead.
“Kim Taehyung let go of this boy right now before his legs turn jelly right before dance practice PLEASEEEE?” Hoseok pulls at Taehyung’s arm.
Namjoon has just resorted to covering his ears, Jimin is practically in tears on the floor.
He forces his eyes open to look up at Taehyung who is, despite the blush, looking at him like it’s completely possible to hold all the love in the world within the human pupil. Jeongguk the apple of Taehyung’s eye. He would do anything for Taehyung to always look at him that way, was very young when he came to that conclusion. Because Jeongguk has always been Taehyung’s. From the moment they locked eyes on each other. His body and heart crave him in ways that have been years in the making, a love that began before any of them knew how to cope with it. The type of bond that mingles with forever.
And what a relief, that even if ‘forever’ began a long time ago, the best of their forever is always yet to come.
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