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| Bangtan Boys | BTS
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Minor or Background
Relationship(s), Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | Rap
Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon |
Rap Monster, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | JHope
Alternate Universe, Friends With Benefits, rich taehyung, dj
jeongguk, Bottom Taehyung, Top Jungkook, Recreational Drug Use,
hurt taehyung
Published: 2016-05-22 Words: 27812

you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

by aeterisks
Summary

He has seen Taehyung smirk, smile seductively, smile cheekily, grin lazily, but nothing
like this.
This, Jeongguk thinks, is what happiness must look in Taehyung.
(He tries to ignore the way his chest pumps when he sees it, and the urge to see it again
once its gone.)

Notes

this isn't proofread or beta'd, so i apologize for the possible mistakes

See the end of the work for more notes

There arent many things on his life Jeongguk is grateful for. The first one is his mother. The
second one is that he is able to pay his bills doing what he likes and is good at, which is his djing
at clubs and partying afterwards. The third would be his roommate, Kim Seokjin, who not only
takes care of him but also uses his connections to give him jobs. Jeongguk is infinitely grateful for

him, because although he sometimes is kind of like a mother, at least he is the kind of mother you
can get high with. And that is pretty cool, in Jeongguks opinion.
For everything else, Jeongguk isn't grateful, because he knows he earned them.

Seokjin | 11:19 pm
Hey
Are you home?
JK | 11:23 pm
nope hyung
im working
are you staying at namjoons?
Seokjin | 11:24 pm
If youre working why are you texting
Were out but I probably will
So are you coming home tonight?
JK | 11:25 pm
my set starts at 11:30
and probably

Seokjin | 11:25 pm
Good its been a while since you just slept at home
Now go make some money
$$$
The bills wont pay themselves
JK | 11:26 pm
yeah im gonna leave now
let me know later why you texted kay?
Seokjin | 11:27 pm
Suuuure

Just make sure to reply before 3am alright?

I might have a job offer
I feel like your agent
Good luck out there Jeonggukie
Go getem!

Jeongguk sighs, locking his phone, and pays attention to the club worker who is right beside him,
showing him how to get to the DJ booth Jeongguk doesnt really need him to, hes played him
almost ten times, but he doesnt want to be rude.
When Jeongguk gets to the booth and looks at the people in the club, faceless sweaty bodies
pumping to the music, something inside him transforms. Hes no longer the sad boy who is high
almost all the time. He gets to control those people, he tells them a story and makes them happy or
sad with their music. He gets them to dance, to kiss, to grind against each other or to rush to a
bathroom stall to finish what they started in the dancefloor.
Jeongguk smirks and grabs the mic, introducing himself. Hes played here plenty of time before,
so the crowd recognizes him and cheers for him. Hes never high when he works, because he
doesnt want cheap drugs to mumble the rush that his work does.
Its not a very long set, just an hour and a half. When Jeongguk says goodbye to his audience,
sweaty but definitely not tired, he sends one more text to Seokjin.

JK | 1:04 am
im done what did you need
Jeongguk starts to pick up his stuff, but the almost immediate ping! of his phone startles him.

Seokjin | 1:05 am
A friend of a friend of Yoongi owns a club
And the dj that was playing tonight is sick
Theyre desperate maybe you should go
Also Yoongi begged I never thought Id see that

Jeongguk sighs. He knows Yoongi. Hes a friend of Namjoon, they rap together sometimes, but
thats about everything he knows about the guy. He also has this dangerous vibe that Jeongguk
avoids like the plague. Jeongguk has never been a fan of hanging around new people, and the
same seems to happen to Yoongi, so none of them ever made an effort for getting to know each

other. It was a good opportunity, though. Jeongguk could use the money and he was sure that if
they were so desperate theyd pay well.

JK | 1:07 am
where do i need to go?
Seokjin | 1:08 am
Talk to Yoongi
Call him hes not a texter
Night Gukkie Im going to party~~

Jeongguk is about to tell Seokjin he doesnt have Yoongis number when a contact file appears on
his conversation, and he downloads it while he picks up the rest of his stuff. Looks like theres
somewhere else he needs to go tonight. He gets out of the club, because making phone calls in a
place as noisy as that isnt a really good idea, and he doesnt want to piss off Yoongi. From what
hes heard, nobody wants to piss off Yoongi.
When hes out of the club, in the sidewalk, he lights up a cigarette and dials the number Seokjin
just sent him.
If youre not the Jeon kid you can fuck off, says Yoongi when he picks up the phone after what
seems like forever. He sounds annoyed.
Good thing I am, then, he replies, taking another drag. Ive been told you needed me.
I dont need you. The boss does, and hes about to crawl a wall, so Id recommend you to drag
your ass here if you want to get paid.
Where exactly is here? he asks, inhaling one last drag before throwing it to the ground and
stepping on it. Hes never been much of an environmentalist.
Yoongi tells him an address he doesnt know, but he learns it by heart and tells it to the cab driver
before Yoongi hangs up on him. Turns out that Boreas, the club where hes headed, is in the
opposite side of Seoul, and he has to spend a stupidly big amount of money in the cab.
When he gets to the club, he does as Yoongi told him and gets into an alley, where he finds a
metal door. He knocks.
Are you Jeongguk? says an orange haired boy, only his head peaking out of the now open door.
Yeah.
Good! exclaims the boy, grabbing his wrist and pushing him inside. Jeongguk looks down at
him, and he sees why he hadnt fully stepped out the building. Hes dressed in a netting shirt with
nothing underneath, showing his muscled stomach and soft skin. His tight heather pants hug his
thighs and ass just perfectly, and suddenly Jeongguk has the urge to touch him, anywhere. Im
Jimin! He chirps. Stare all you want now, babe, if Yoongi sees you hell slit your throat.

Jeongguk knows he should feel uneasy at the thought of someone killing him, but Jimin is giving
him a cheeky smile and looking at him through his eyelashes, so he just smirks.
Are you his boyfriend?
He wishes, giggles Jimin, still walking. I bet he said a friend of a friend of his needed help,
huh?
Jeongguk chuckles. Yes, he did.
Jimin rolls his eyes, but a fond smile appears on his lips. Well, Im his friend. He then turns left
and they enter into a room where a blonde guy is sitting with his back to them. But were a bit
more than friendly, right, hyung?
Sure, babe, answers Yoongis voice. Jimin circles the couch and sits on the blondes lap,
straddling him with his thighs. Come here, Jeongguk.
Jeongguk enters the room and sits on the sofa opposite to them, because he doesnt feel like being
anywhere near Jimin when Yoongi is there is a good idea. Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
You look older, he says, nodding approvingly. It had been almost six months since they had last
seen each other, after all.
And last time I saw you, your hair was pink.
But blonde fits him better, right? purrs Jimin, running a finger up and down Yoongis chest. I
like it.
For a moment Jeongguk thinks that Yoongi will push Jimin away when he leans it to kiss him,
after all theyre here to talk business, but instead Yoongi kisses Jimin eagerly. Jeongguk isnt
uncomfortable watching people make out or even have sex, given the kind of world he moves in,
but there is something about the way Jimin kisses Yoongi and the way Yoongi rests his hands in
Jimins hips that makes Jeongguk feel like he shouldnt be watching them, and its not how erotic
it looks.
Jeongguk clears his throat and a laugh bubbles from Jimins chest.
Never would have taken you for a prude, Jeon, mumbles Yoongi, letting go of Jimins hips.
Im not, but Im here for a reason, he says, holding Yoongis gaze.
Right, sighs Yoongi. You should talk to Hoseok.
Is he the owner? he asks, making both boys laugh.
Oh, no, hes not. But hes as close to Taehyung as youll get, says Yoongi.
I dont know about that, baby, answers Jimin, petting Yoongis hair playfully. Hes
Taehyungs type, after all.
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose, because gross. It wouldnt be the first time a club owner had tried to
make an advance on him, but he didnt really like his men thirty years older than him.
Not really interested in a fifty-something guy, sorry.
Jimin giggles. Taetae is a bit younger than me, babe. Jeongguk sees the way Yoongis
expression darkens at the pet name. And believe me, youll be interested in him. Everyone is

expression darkens at the pet name. And believe me, youll be interested in him. Everyone is
interested in him.
How old is he? he asks, unable to believe a man his age is able to manage a club.
Twenty -four, replies Jimin, clicking his tongue. He turns twenty five next month.
And he owns a club? He sees Yoongi quirk an eyebrow, amused at his disbelief.
Jimin just laughs. His dad got it for him when he was twenty. Ah, how I hate rich people, dont
you?
Yeah, well, says Yoongi shoving Jimin out of his lap. Enough gossiping. Show him to
Hoseok, will you?
Jimins expression hardens and his fists clench. Im done being your errand boy, Yoongi! he
yells. Why dont you go yourself?
Please, baby? Ill reward you later.
Jimin leans over Yoongi, until theyre face to face, and then he says slowly, Fuck you, hyung.
Im just doing it because I like Jeongguk. Who knows? Maybe Ill suck his dick on the way
there.
Sure thing, says Yoongi, rolling his eyes as he cracks his knuckles.
Jimin huffs angrily and stands up, taking Jeongguks wrist between his fingers, flipping Yoongi
off on their way out.
That was interesting, commented Jeongguk once they were far away he was sure Yoongi
couldnt hear them.
Hes so whipped, says Jimin, smirking. But also so emotionally constipated. Its frustrating, I
know he loves me and I love him, Im just waiting for him to realize. So we might be eighty and
still playing this sick little game.
Are you two exclusive? asks Jeongguk, because he wouldnt be surprised if this was FWB
relationship gone terribly wrong.
Not explicitly, but yeah, Jimin says, nodding. You know, I like to let him think that hes in
control, but Im the one who rules here. Like I said, hes sooo whipped.
Jimin laughs and it makes Jeongguk smile, because he looks happy. Jeongguk isnt so used to
witness happiness, just the domesticity of Namjoon and Seokjin in their shared flat, but he likes it.
He likes the way Jimins eyes light up when he talks about Yoongi, just like he likes the fond
smile that spreads across Namjoons face when he stares at Seokjin.
Hey, Hobi hyung! chirps Jimin as he knocks on a door, not waiting for anyone to reply before
entering. I brought you a hot DJ here!
The man sitting behind the desk opposite to them raises his gaze from his laptop, ogling them.
Yoongi told me, says the man, smirking. He stands up and walks to Jeongguk. Im Hoseok,
he says, offering him his hand. No formalities, alright? Just Hoseok.
Sure, says Jeongguk, shaking his hand. Jeongguk.

I know. Hoseok smirks. I googled you after you spoke to Yoongi. Your stuff is great, dude! I
just bought your album in iTunes. Amazing, mate.
Suddenly the business vibe is gone and Hoseok transforms from the serious man he appeared to
be into a squeaking ray of sunshine, and Jeongguk feels way more intimidated by the latter side of
him, because he has never seen anyone as different from him as Hoseok.
Jeongguk lets out an awkward chuckle and thanks Hoseok, because he wants to talk about how
much hes going to get paid. Hoseok seems to catch it.
Now, Jeongguk, says Hoseok, clearing his throat. I understand you know were a bit desperate
here, but Im sure we can find a price that makes both of us happy.
Boring, sing-songs Jimin behind their backs, opening the door. Im going to make Yoongi
suffer a little, see you guys around!
Jimin leaves and Jeongguk clears his throat.
Sure, he says. What did you have in mind?
How do you feel about three hours for 600 000 won? Of course, well provide you of the needed
equipment.
Jeongguks eyes widen, because thats double what he gets paid usually for way longer sets. He
sees the way Hoseok smirks, and realizes that he wont be able to raise the price not even a little
now, but he doesnt need to. He has never been paid that much money in one single night.
He spends the rest of time until the set starts, which is around forty minutes, with Hoseok, Jimin
and Yoongi. He thought hed feel more uncomfortable because he barely knows Yoongi and he
has just met the other two men, but theres something relaxing in the way Yoongi and Jimin bicker
and the jokes Hoseok tells.
Maybe the fact that everyone around him is getting high and that theyre surrounded by a thick
cloud of smoke has something to do with it, too.
You dont smoke? asks Hoseok, exhaling sharply, giving Jimin the bong.
Bullshit, snaps Yoongi. Seokjin always complain hes worried because the kid smokes way
too much.
I dont smoke before sets, he says, watching Jimin blow a thick trail of smoke into Yoongis
mouth.
Yoongi lets the smoke out of his mouth in the shape of rings, and Jimin undoes them with his
fingers, giggling. Hes too busy looking at his hands moving in the air to see the fond smile on
Yoongis face, but Jeongguk sees it and he feels uneasy again.
How professional, snorts Hoseok. Maybe I should do the same, yet here I am. High as hell in
work.
Taetae doesnt care about that, says Jimin, as he presses kiss after kiss against Yoongis jaw.
He does worse stuff, anyway.
Everyone but Jeongguk laughs, probably because they all know what stuff Jimin is talking about.
If he said he wasnt curious about this Taehyung dude hed be lying. People have been talking
about him ever since he got there, but never saying too much, so hes intrigued.

Anyway, Jeongguk, says Hoseok, standing up. Sorry to startle you but youve got work to do,
yeah? Ill lead you to the booth.
When they get to the booth Hoseok stays with for a few minute before his phone rings
Jeongguk is positive he cant hear it with this music, so he guesses it buzzes and he picks it up.
Tae, you cant be serious He rolls his eyes, but laughs. Ill tell him. Kay. Bye, boss.
Hoseok locks his phone and stares at him, an amused smile on his face.
What? snaps Jeongguk, feeling awkward.
Taehyung says youre hot. Jeongguk raises his eyebrows. He knows he is hot.
Well, tell him I said thanks.
Hoseok chuckles, throwing his head back. Who knows, maybe youll get to thank him later. He
usually wants to meet the ones he likes after the sets. Make sure to give him a good show, yeah?
Hes over there, he says, pointing to the tinted windows on the other corner of the club. Hell be
watching. Hes always watching.
Maybe is the weed, maybe is the crowded club, or maybe is the weight of Taehyungs gaze on
him, but Jeongguk feels different. He feels cheeky, he feels like teasing his audience.
By the time hes done with the set his hair is messy and hes shirt is too low on his chest, showing
his collarbones, but he doesnt care. This has probably been the best set he has ever done, so he
hopes someone has filmed at least a piece of it.
You look like you just had sex, says Jimin when he comes pick him up.
So do you, observes Jeongguk, looking at the smudged eyeliner on Jimins face.
Thats because I did, Jimin giggles. Follow me, Taetae wants to meet you.
So Ive been told, he says, trying to sound calm. Hes not nervous, hes just curious and maybe
a little bit excited.
Youre probably going to get laid tonight, he says. Hes got a thing for arms and youve got
some nice guns right there.
Thanks.
Youre welcome, he comments, stopping abruptly when they get to an elevator (and honestly,
why is there an elevator? Hes pretty sure there cant be more than two floor in here).
Youre going to have to face the rest of the way on your own, Jeongguk. Tell Tae I said hi,
okay?
He gets to the elevator and, just like he expected, theres only two floors. Jeongguk sighs, leaning
his back against the mirror when the elevator stops but the doors dont open. Safety freak, huh?
He doesnt know why, but he definitely wasnt expecting that.
When the doors open he sees what looks like the fanciest office hes ever been to not that hes
been too many fancy offices, but still. He ogles around the office and finds a tall, slim boy with his
back to him, looking through the windows to the people partying. Its unbelievably quiet here, so
he guesses its soundproof.

Hey, he says, stepping out of the elevator. Ive been told you wanted to see me.
The boy turns, and Jeongguk needs a moment to catch his breath. He was expecting Taehyung to
be some kind of super hot sex god, or something like that, be he wasnt expecting the most
beautiful and sweetest face he has ever seen. His brown bangs fall over his forehead almost
covering the big dark eyes thickly framed with eyeliner. His lips are pink and plump, and
hes pouting, Christ, how could this be the guy everyone was talking about?
I was starting to think you wouldnt come, he says, uncrossing the arms that were folded over
his chest, and thats the moment Jeongguk realizes the black shirt hes wearing is completely seethrough, and he has to hold back the urge to curl his arms around the boys waist and strip him
down completely, because damn. Im glad you did, though. Youre even better this close.
Taehyung starts walking towards him, and Jeongguk cant help but wonder what his legs would
look like wrapped around his waist while he pins Taehyung to a wall, kissing him breathless.
He hopes it doesnt take him too long to find out.
Did Hobi hyung tell you Id be watching you from here? he says, standing unbearably close to
Jeongguk and poking his chest with his ringed fingers.
Yes, he chokes, making Taehyung bite his bottom lip and look at him wide eyed.
Thats good, he says, his voice soft. You looked so passionate down there, in the booth. So
focused. So powerful. So hot, he whispers, his fingers now playing with the neck of Jeongguks
tee, sending shivers down his spine every time they touch his skin. It made me wonder if youd
be like that while you fucked me, he mutters in Jeongguks ear.
Jeongguk groans, feeling one of Taehyungs hands on his crotch. He throws his head back as
Taehyung palms him over his jeans, and he can feel himself already getting aroused. He used to
have some kind of self-control, fuck.
Do you want me to be a good boy for you? he asks, his voice innocent but his words dirty. I
want to make you enjoy yourself like you were enjoying yourself down there. Do you want me
to?
Theres something about the way Taehyung is looking at him that makes Jeongguk go crazy.
Maybe its the way his teeth are holding his beautiful, pink lip, or maybe its the way his bright
eyes devour Jeongguk, but he feels like hes losing his mind.
Fuck, yes, hisses Jeongguk, feeling himself getting hard inside his tight pants as Taehyungs
hands moves against his groin. Please.
Oh, baby, says Taehyung, using his palm to push him into the nearest sofa. Dont ask for
anything, just do it. I want to be the one begging here.
Jeongguk moans as Taehyung sits over his lap, rolling his hips over his crotch and connecting
their lips in a sloppy, messy kiss. Taehyungs hands are like feather over his bare arms, tickling
but now quite touching, and its going to drive Jeongguk insane. He pulls away and Taehyung
whimpers, but the discontent turns into pleasure as he begins pressing open mouthed kisses on his
neck.
Leave marks, pants Taehyung, nearly out of breath.
So Jeongguk does. He sucks and bites the skin on Taehyungs neck. He undoes the buttons on his

shirt and ravishes his collarbones and chest, until hes full of red and purplish marks. Taehyung
then connects their lips one more time before grabbing the hem of Jeongguks shirt and removing
it, discarding it in the floor.
Jeongguk tries to kiss Taehyung again, but he pulls away giggling. He then presses his forehead
against Jeongguks and gives his lips a teasing lick, not joining them with his, and Jeongguk feels
like hes going to explode.
Taehyung gets out from his lap only to kneel on the floor in between his parted legs, his blown
pupils never leaving Jeongguks as he undoes the belt and the zipper of his jeans.
Im going to show you how good I am with my mouth, he says, pulling down both Jeongguks
pants and underwear in one smooth movement. He stares at Jeongguks cock, raising an eyebrow
in amusement. Ive seen and sucked a lot of dicks, but Im sure this is one of the biggest.
Uh, thank you? grunts Jeongguk, impatiently. He hisses when Taehyungs fingertips brush the
vein on the underside of his cock.
Dont make it weird.
Taehyung removes the rings from his fingers and places them in the table behind him, before
giving Jeongguk a boxy smile and holding the base of his cock with both his hands. He strokes
him until Jeongguk, gasping, grabs a handful of Taehyungs hair and gently lowers his head.
No teasing, he pants. I want to see how good you look with your pretty mouth around my
cock.
Taehyung giggles but obliges, wrapping his lips around the head of Jeongguks length. Jeongguk
takes a deep breath as Taehyung bobs his head, taking a bit more of him on his mouth every time
he goes down.
The air is thick and heavy around them and Jeongguk feels overwhelmed by the heat of
Taehyungs mouth. His tongue brushes against the underside of his dick, making him whimper,
and Jeongguk tries hard not to jerk his hips and fuck into Taehyungs lips.
A loud moan escapes Jeongguks lips when the tip of his cock hits the back of Taehyungs throat,
feeling the muscle around him relax, taking him even deeper.
Look at me, baby, says, pulling softly of Taehyungs hair. He almost comes when he sees
Taehyung, his lips red and swollen wet with saliva surrounding him, and his cheeks hollowed.
Youre so pretty when you take me like this.
Taehyung moans around his cock and the vibrations send chills down Jeongguks spine, and
thats the moment he realizes he wont be able to last much longer, so he gently pulls Taehyungs
mouth away from his dick, a popping sound joining Jeongguks heavy breathing as the only
sounds in the room.
I want to fuck you, says Jeongguk, as he kisses Taehyung eagerly, tasting his pre come on his
tongue. Taehyung moans and nods, whispering yes and please over and over against Jeongguks
mouth. Do you have lube and condoms?
Yup, says Taehyung, pressing a peck on Jeongguks mouth and standing up. He goes to his
desk and opens a drawer, coming back with a small bottle and a silver wrapper on his hands. He
smiles contently when he sees that Jeongguk got rid of all his clothes while he was gone, now
sprawled over the floor.

I want to see you undress for me, says Jeongguk, leaning back on the couch and pumping his
length on his hand.
Taehyung whimpers and leaves the bottle and the condom in the couch, next Jeongguk, and
stands up right opposite to him, swinging his hips seductively.
No ones ever asked me to do this before, he says, brushing his fingers over the tanned skin of
his chest as he takes of his shirt, making it join Jeongguks clothes on the floor. I like it.
He doesnt say anything else as one by one all of his clothes fall to the carpet and his naked frame
is facing Jeongguk, who cant barely keep his hands to himself anymore.
Hands and knees, he says, tapping the spot next to him in the couch. Taehyung obliges happily
and before Jeongguk realizes he is next to him, his ass in the air and his legs parted.
You're stretched, observes Jeongguk as he teases the rim with his thumb. Taehyung gasps.
Some guy fucked me yesterday, he answers. But he wasnt nearly as big as you. Im going to
need you to stretch me anyway.
I bet I can fuck you way better than him, says Jeongguk, grabbing the bottle of lube. Taehyung
giggles and says something like sure thing, baby. Jeongguk coats his fingers with the lube and
warms them before sliding them inside of Taehyung, the two first easily. He then finds the bundle
of nerves inside of Taehyung and brushes his fingertips again and again, making him moan.
Please, he whimpers. His arms are trembling, so he rests on his elbows, arching his back, and
Jeongguk thinks for the second time that night he could come just by the sight alone. Please, I
want you.
Jeongguk grunts and drops a kiss on Taehyungs ass cheek, coating a third finger and making it
join the previous ones inside of his hole. He scissors his fingers until hes sure Taehyung is loose
enough, and then rubs them against his sweet post a few more times, because he likes the moans
that leave Taehyungs mouth and the way he swings his hips to meet Jeongguks hand, fucking
himself in his fingers.
IIm ready, he pants, his gaze locking with Jeongguks. Please.
Come here, says Jeongguk, sitting comfortably in the couch. I want you to ride me.
Taehyung clumsily brings himself to Jeongguks lap, tearing open the condom wrapper and
sliding it over Jeongguks shaft. He kisses him as Jeongguk smears a thick coat of lube over his
own dick.
Come on, babe, he says, holding Taehyungs lower lip in between his teeth. I want to see how
you fuck yourself on my cock.
Taehyung nods, his cheeks a bright shade of red, and starts lowering himself over Jeongguks
cock, making low groans escape from the latters throat. Taehyungs swollen lips are parted and
red, and hes moaning and cursing lowly.
He starts moving his hips immediately, making Jeongguk grab his hips so hard hes sure it will
bruise. He throws his head back and Taehyung kisses his neck, his jaw, everywhere.
You fuck me so well, he moans, his voice hoarse from the pleasure. God, I
Jeongguk cuts his words kissing him again until theyre both breathless, resting their open mouths

together and breathing each others air. The way Taehyung rolls his hips over him is sinful and is
going to drive Jeongguk crazy, but he needs release and he needs it now, so he grabs Taehyung
from under his thighs and lays him on his back, hovering on top of him and in between his thighs.
Taehyungs moans get louder as Jeongguk fucks into him, faster and harder with each thrust, and
by the way hes clenching around him he knows hes close. He tries a few more angels until
Taehyungs nails dig into his bare back and is arching his spine under Jeongguks body.
Fuck, right there, he moans, tightening around Jeongguks cock. Im so close, god, right
there.
Taehyung turns his head to kiss one of Jeongguks forearms, which are on each side of
Taehyungs head to help him hold up his body. Theres something incredibly intimate in that
gesture that leaves Jeongguk grunting and fucking even harder into Taehyung, making him shake.
Can you come without me touching you, baby? he asks, biting Taehyungs neck and leaving a
new mark. Just from me fucking your pretty hole?
Yes, fuck, yes.
It only takes Jeongguk a couple more thrusts before Taehyung is coming and painting their
abdomens white. He yelps and his entire body is shaking, and Jeongguk can only think about how
pretty he looks like this. How pretty with his mouth open, letting out moans and pants, and he is
so loud that it makes Jeongguks head spin.
He clenches so tight around him, squeezing his cock inside, and Jeongguk finds it hard to keep
thrusting, but he cant stop now. Not when hes so close, when Taehyung is tight and warm
around him and a moaning mess under his body from the overstimulation.
Taehyung no longer speaks, just blurts pleased, content noises under him. He keeps biting his
bottom lip and licking at the plump, swollen skin, and the sight sends Jeongguk over the edge,
because absolutely everything Taehyung does is so erotic it shouldnt be legal.
He sees white, red, and a fucking rainbow as he comes, his hips jerking deep into Taehyungs,
who wraps his legs around his hips and pants under him, rolling his hips slightly as Jeongguk rides
out his orgasm.
His arms go weak and he collapses over Taehyung, trying his best not to crush him with his
weight.
They stay like that a couple of minutes, catching their breath, before Jeongguk pulls out from
Jeongguk, making the man whimper in discontent, and gets rid of the condom.
Do you have something to clean us up? he asks, gesturing at his stomach, stained with come.
Just use my shirt, says Taehyung, rubbing his eyes lazily.
That looks expensive, observes Jeongguk, picking up the almost transparent piece of fabric from
the floor.
It is, says Taehyung, sitting up and taking the shirt out of Jeongguks hands, first to rub at the
mans stomach and then to clean his own. But if I can afford to pay you 600 000 won for a three
hours set then I can afford to clean my come with a brand shirt. Besides, I own a washing
machine.
Jeongguk chuckles and flops in the sofa next to Taehyung, still too tired to leave. Can I smoke

here?
Sure, shrugs Taehyung. I have weed, if you want some.
Jeongguk shrugs. Maybe some other time, he says, doubting there will be a next time.
He begins to stand up again to retrieve his cigs and lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket,
but Taehyung throws a leg over his and stops him, reaching for his own over the coffee table and
giving them to Jeongguk. Jeongguk offers him a tight lipped smile.
Leaving so early? asks Taehyung, stretching his limbs as Jeongguk lights up a cigarette and
takes a long drag.
Ive never been a big fan of pillow talk, he says before exhaling. He then passes the cigarette to
Taehyung, who is reaching for it.
You shouldnt smoke, he says while he brings the stick to his lips. Its bad for your health and
makes your teeth yellow.
You shouldnt, either, comments Jeongguk, mesmerized by the way Taehyung slowly blows
the smoke into the air. And he may consider having a thing for the mans lips, because god, he
cant stop staring.
I dont really care about my health, says Taehyung, licking his lips, as if he could read
Jeongguks mind. And I can pay for thousands of tooth whitening procedures, so.
God, how do I hate rich people, chuckles Jeongguk, reaching for the smoke in between
Taehyungs fingers and taking a long drag.
They share the cigarette like that, knowing that after its over they wont have an excuse to stay
there any longer. Its almost seven now, the club has been empty for nearly thirty minutes and they
have no reason to stay there any longer after everything is said and done.
Jeongguk doesnt want to stay, but he wouldnt mind. Anything is better than going out into the
cold of Seoul at seven in a November morning, anyway.
Did you bring your car? asks Taehyung once theyre both dressing themselves.
Ill call a cab, replies Jeongguk.
At this hours on a Saturday? Do you really want to be scammed like that? says Taehyung, a
smirk on his lips.
Ive just won more than half a million won.
Ill drive you, Taehyung concludes, putting on his jacket and grabbing Jeongguks wrist.
Youre still here because of me, after all.
Jeongguk isnt surprised to discover that Taehyung owns a bright silver Porsche, and runs his
fingers through the leather of the seats because he knows hell never get anywhere near something
like this ever again, praying that Taehyung doesnt notice because hell probably laugh at him.
Luckily, Taehyung seems to be too caught up in driving through the busy streets of Seoul in the
morning and humming quietly to whatever song is being played in the radio, driving them to the
address Jeongguk had told him previously.

Were here, says Taehyung, stopping the engine right before Jeongguks building. He looks
around the streets, a concerned look on his face. Probably worried about getting robbed, or
something.
Thanks, comes Jeongguks reply as he unbuckles his seatbelt. You shouldnt really stay long in
this neighborhood, a car like this really stands out in this kind of place. I dont think you want
that.
Yeah, I probably shouldnt, agrees Taehyung, his voice soft. His hands are still firm on the
steering wheel, but he sounds far, far away.
Can I ask you a dumb question? asks Jeongguk, because fuck it. Its not like hes ever going to
see the guy anymore, so he might as well fulfill the curiosity. Do you drive home all of your
hook ups?
Taehyung chuckles, sleepily, and shakes his head. Only if they have a bomb dick game, he
replies, grinning. And if you were wondering, I didnt drive yesterdays guy.
Uh? asks Jeongguk, confused.
Right before you fucked me you told me you betted you could fuck me better than the guy I
hooked up with yesterday, he says, and then Jeongguk remembers. He seriously should stop
smoking so much pot, his memory is already failing him. Well, you did. Congratulations.
There is something about Taehyungs face in that moment that makes him look so soft. His sharp
jawline and cheekbones seem muffled now, and his smudged eyeliner isnt no longer sexy, now
Jeongguk just feels the urge to wipe his face clean. Maybe to cup his face and kiss him one last
time.
He doesnt, though. He thanks Taehyung again and gets out of the car, not turning to look back
until hes inside of his building where he knows he cant be seen. The car stays there for a few
seconds, and then Taehyung leaves.
Jeongguk arrives home at the same time he usually does, somewhere in between seven and half
past seven, but today he feels way more tired. Maybe is the fact that hes missing some alcohol
and chemicals in his body, maybe its the fact that its been a while since hes had sober, intense
sex instead of groggy hook ups, but hes tired.
He falls asleep as soon as he gets under the covers.

***

One week after that the night he spent at Boreas hasnt been forgotten (how could it?) but it has
been pushed to the back of his mind, more like an anecdote than like a real memory. Hes hanging
out with Seokjin and his boyfriend Namjoon in one of the worst looking places hes ever been to,
surrounded by some of the Namjoons coworkers Jeongguk isnt exactly sure about what he
does for a living, but hes sure its something related to meth.
Is funny, he thinks, how Seokjin had stumbled upon both Jeongguk and Namjoon. They had both
lived in the underground scene since they were kids, not coming from the brightest part of town
and everything, but Seokjin did. Seokjin had gone to college and his family has a good amount of
money, and he still managed to surround himself with almost the lower on the pyramid.

Its not like Seokjin is clear of sins, however. Yes, he has gone to college and gotten a degree on
engineering, but out of everything he could have decided to do with his title and his money, he has
gotten himself in street racing. So all of them are kind of full of shit. Maybe Jeongguk is the most
innocent out of all of them, since what he does is getting high and the only life he risks is his own.
So they were in that garage that smelled like hashish, sex and piss when Jeongguks phone buzzed
on his thigh and he looked at it startled, since the only two people who texted him were Seokjin,
who was here, and his mom, who would be asleep by two in the morning.
Why the fuck is Yoongi texting me? he asks when he sees the notification.
Yoongi? asks Namjoon, raising his eyebrows. Texting? It cant be him.

Yoongi | 2:13 am
Hey
JK | 2:13 am
hey
ive been told youre not much of a texter
whats up?
Yoongi | 2:14 am
Im not Yoongi
Im Jimin
Tae wants you to come
Now
JK | 2:15 am
im out with some friends
yoongi knows them
sorry
Yoongi | 2:16 am
So what
Were having a smoking partyyyy yay
The more the merrier
Yoongi says that if youre with joonie and jinnie you should bring them
He also says that he doesnt think you have any other friends

JK | 2:16 am
tell yoongi to fuck off
okay maybe well come
Yoongi | 2:17 am
Listen the only time you get to not let taetae boss you is when you fuck him
And Im with him right now so I know youre not fucking him
So come quickly
Btw how was it hes a great fuck right
JK | 2:19 am
we ll be there in 10
youve fucked taehyung?
Yoongi | 2:20 am
Is not smth we like to talk about
But yes
Hes good but also my bro so not cool
Besides Im a powerbottom it was weird
JK | 2:22 am
i bet it was
i cant picture myself having sex with jin like
namjoon would kick my ass anyway
Yoongi | 2:23 am
Yoongi says theres no way jinnie would fuck you
After fucking jonnie
But he says to never lose hope
JK | 2:25 am
tell him to fuck off again
were almost there
you coming to get us?
Yoongi | 2:27 am

Nah hoseok will

Hes the only one who gets paid for being here
So
He might as well be the errand boy
Im done being bossed around
JK | 2:28 am
thats good jiminnie
stand up for yourself
Yoongi | 2:29 am
Im sending myself your number
Because I like you
We could be buddies and talk about taes ass

Jeongguk smiles down at his phone but locks it and knocks on the metal door. Seokjin and
Namjoon are right behind him, but they dont seem particularly bothered by the fact that Jeongguk
had ignored all the way here in the cab. They were too busy being gross.
The door opens and Hoseok appears, smiling as ever. His blood injected eyes told Jeongguk that
they were a little late to the party.
Jeongguk! cheers Hoseok, throwing his arms around him. I never thought Id see you again,
maybe just in the DJ booth, but Tae has been talking about your cock for a week straight, hes
been fucking like two guys every night since that day but he says nothing compares to your dick.
Jeongguk can see Seokjin raise his eyebrows but he just ignores Hoseoks rant in order to
introduce him to both Seokjin and Namjoon. Unexpectedly, they all make small talk as Hoseok
leads them to a room Jeongguk hasnt been to before.
He follows his hyungs around the corridors and enters the room the last, hearing Yoongi greet his
friends while hes still in the hallway. As soon as he steps in the room and before he can
even look at the space around him, there are fingers curled around his wrist, yanking his arm.
Jeongukk! chirps Jimin, pulling him into a hug. Jeongguk ogles him and starts to seriously
question Jimins fashion choices, since today hes wearing white skinny jeans and a white fur
coat, shirtless underneath it.
Jeongguk looks around the room, trying to make not so obvious that hes looking for Taehyung,
but by the funny look Jimin gives him he guesses he fails miserably.
Hes in the bathroom, he says, dragging Jeongguk to the sofa and sitting next to him, clinging to
his arm. Help me get Yoongi a little jealous, will you? Hes so excited ever since he found out
Namjoon was going to come that I feel like he wants to suck his dick instead of mine, says Jimin,

rolling his eyes.

Jeongguk chuckles and shakes his head. No way, hyung. Namjoon is so whipped for Seokjin.
And last time I checked you were sure Yoongi was for you, too.
Oh, I still am, says Jimin, a teasing smile on his face. I just like it when he gets all possessive. It
heads to great sex, you know.
A smile makes its way to Jeongguks face when another door on the back of them room flies open
and Taehyung appears. The first thing Jeongguk notices is that hes barefoot. Hes wearing black
skinny jeans again, but this time he has a blazer on and a tee that sits too low on his frame,
allowing everyone to see his collarbones. Allowing everyone to see the now almost faded marks
that Jeongguk had left on his skin.
He hasnt done anything to get rid of them, you know, whispers Jimin on his ear, reading
Jeongguks thoughts. I think he likes them. You should give him new ones.
Jeongguk cant tear his gaze away from Taehyung, and once the man meets his eyes and sees
Jimin pressed against his side he clicks his tongue, ogling his best friend.
Jeongguk turns to look at Jimin, who is looking back at Taehyung and tilting his head against
Yoongi, in what Jeongguk assumes is a discreet pointing. Taehyung looks at Yoongi, who is
talking to Hoseok, Seokjin and Namjoon and makes his way to them.
Hi! he says, offering Namjoon his hand. Im Taehyung, he says, a bright smile on his face.
You live up to the expectations, I see, answers Namjoon, giving him a dimpled grin on return.
Ive been hearing quite a lot about you lately, Taehyung, says Seokjin, taking the hand that
Taehyung is now offering him, and Jeongguk is going to kill him.
Taehyung giggles and Jeongguk is in too deep. I feel honored, he says before turning to
Hoseok. Shall we keep the party going, Hobi hyung?
Hoseok laughs manically, saying something like fucking yes, and sits down on armchair, grabbing
a purple bong. Taehyung giggles again and sits on his lap, his eyes purposefully landing on
Jeongguk.
They are sitting right across from each other, a coffee table in the middle, and Taehyung licks his
lips before turning to Hoseok again, grabbing the bong.
Look, Jeongguk, whispers Jimin on his ear, Taehyung and Hoseok want to play too.
I dont have the right to get jealous over on whose lap sits Taehyung, says Jeongguk, looking at
his hands.
He invited you, didnt he? You were his date for tonight and now hes with another man.
Besides, hes jealous because of you.
Jeongguk lifts up his gaze, chewing on his cheeks as he sees the way Hoseoks arm curls around
Taehyungs waist and his hand disappears under the clothing, probably touching his soft, tanned
skin. He knows he doesnt have any right to be jealous because he doesnt even know Taehyung,
but two can play this game, right? He just hopes Yoongi doesnt get too jealous.
Maybe youre right, he says, clenching his jaw.

He sees from the corner of his eyes how Seokjin takes the bong, but Jimin fidgeting on his side
distracts him.
Its hot in here, Jeongguk, says Jimin loud enough that he knows everyone in the room will
hear. Maybe you should take this off, he adds, running his hand over the sleeve of Jeongguks
maroon bomber.
Jeongguk smirks and locks his eyes with Jimins, who has a playful shine on his eyes. He hears
someone cough as he gets rid of the jacket, and Jimin holds his now bare arm and squeezes his
biceps.
I think I already told you the day that we first met but you have really nice arms, says Jimin,
squeezing softly.
Jeongguk is about to reply something equally flirty when a cushion hits his the side of Jimins
head, making them look in the direction where Yoongi is sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.
Babe, he says, handing Jimin the bong before exhaling. Your turn.
Jimin takes the bong and inhales, smiling until his eyes almost disappear. He then exhales and
looks at Yoongi. Thanks, sweetheart.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, going back to his talk with Seokjin and Namjoon.
Its not working, pouts Jimin handing him the bong, his voice low enough so only Jeongguk
can hear him.
Sorry, replies Jeongguk, taking a long drag and throwing his head back.
He can feel a finger poking his Adam apple and looks at Jimin, who is frowning.
This tastes good, Jeongguk says, his voice louder this time.
Hoseok got it, speaks Taehyung, his eyes burning Jeongguks skin. He handles all my drugs
business.
I handle all of your business, says Hoseok, his hands now over Taehyungs stomach. Jeongguk
wants to leave.
Almost all of my business, corrects Taehyung, biting on his bottom lip to hide a small smile. His
eyes now feel heavier over Jeongguks frame. Theres some stuff I can handle myself pretty
well.
They spent like that around thirty minutes, chatting in small groups, before Hoseok raises his voice
again.
Anyway, Jeongguk, theres something we wanted to talk you about.
What is it? asks Jeongguk, trying not to sound very annoyed and to ignore the way Taehyung
curls over Hoseoks lap. He then looks down to Jimin, who is resting his head on his thigh and
poking at his cheeks.
I want you to play here every night, says Taehyung, his eyes still closed and his face resting on
Hoseoks shoulders. Well, six nights per week, were closed on Mondays. Three hours, 600 000
won again. Also, youd start at two.

Thats a lot of money, observes Seokjin, who is now with his back against Namjoons chest.
Ill think about it, yeah? replies Jeongguk. Hes not entirely sure he wants to get involved with
these people, especially not after the way tonight is going. Can I tell you tomorrow?
Sure! chirps Hoseok. You have until this Sunday, and its Thursday today, so think about it,
little grasshopper.
Jeongguk nods looks down at Jimin, who is smiling at him softly. Maybe its because hes happy
about seeing him around often, maybe its because he knows that Jeongguk will probably end up
saying yes, who knows. He just knows it feels warm, so he smiles back, running a hand through
the orange strands of Jimins hair.
Jimin, baby, come here, says Yoongi then, his voice soft and tired.
Jimins smile turns wider and way more sincere, and he sits up in the couch.
About fucking time, answers Jimin, sending an apologetic look in Jeongguks direction and
crawling to Yoongis lap, pressing a peck to his nose. I missed your attention.
Yoongi laughs and strokes Jimins face with the back of his knuckles. Im not going to get
jealous over the Jeon kid, babe.
Jimin hums contently and curls up against Yoongis chest, again making Jeongguk feel like he
shouldnt be watching. He then feels someone flop on the couch next to him, and then
Taehyungs dark eyes are staring fiercely into his.
Hey, he says, a tired smile on his face. Im upset at you, youre going to have to go through a
lot of stoned cuddling if you want us to be cool again.
Jeongguk raises and eyebrow at him, but he feels himself smile. Why?
You were supposed to be with me tonight, not with Jiminnie, he pouts. Jeongguk smiles wider.
Has someone ever told you you look like a bunny when you smile?
Jeongguk frowns as Taehyung cups his cheek with a big hand, leans forward to press his forehead
against the elders. I dont think so, no.
Well, you do, he says, pecking Jeongguks lips. Anyways, I said stoned cuddling, not making
out. We can make out and have jungle sex over every surface of my office later, yeah?
Jeongguk hums approvingly as Taehyung presses a hand on his chest and makes him lay on his
side, pressing his back against his chest and whimpering contently as Jeongguk wraps his arm
around his waist.
This is a bit awkward, he says, his voice muffled my Taehyungs hair.
No, it isnt. I like to cuddle when Im high.
But why dont you cuddle with Hoseok? asks Jeongguk, and. Okay. That sounded way better
in his head.
Are you jealous? says Taehyung, laughing and turning to face Jeongguk. Hoseok is like my
older brother and when I cuddle I get clingy and needy, and that usually leads to sex, and I would
never have sex with Hoseok. I dont think hed want to have sex with me, either.

Then hes crazy, because youre a great fuck, says Jeongguk, tangling his legs with
Taehyungs.
Hes not crazy, corrects Taehyung. Hes straight, which is pretty much the same, but.
Technicalities.
Then hes missing out a whole world of great sex, mumbles Jeongguk, closes his eyes as he
feels Taehyungs hand run up and down his chest.
Are you only into guys? asks Taehyung. Jeongguk shakes his head. Oh. Then I guess that
according to you Im missing a world of great sex, too.
Yes, you are, he chuckles.
Girls dont have a dick to fuck my ass with, so, shrugs Taehyung.
You only bottom? asks Jeongguk, opening his eyes and frowning at the other man. Taehyung
nods. Man, then you are definitely missing out more great sex than I expected.
Taehyung grimaces and Jeongguk doesnt quite understand why, but the elder quickly composes
himself.
Ive never fucked anyone, he says, biting his lip.
Jeongguk looks around the room for a minute, but everyone seems too caught up in whatever they
are up to so he guesses nobody is listening to their conversation.
You can fuck me if you want, he says, brushing his lips against Taehyungs.
But I dont want to, pouts Taehyung, pulling away and pressing openmouthed kisses on
Jeongguks neck, making him shiver. I want you to fuck me.
Taehyungs thigh presses softly against Jeongguks crotch and the latter bites his lips, holding
back a moan. Tae
What would you do to me if we were alone, Jeongguk? he says, sucking and biting on
Jeongguks jaw.
Jeongguk takes a deep breath as the pressure on his crotch increases and Taehyung kisses and
sucks his skin, making his pants feel way tighter than before.
I want to eat you out, grunts Jeongguk on Taehyungs ear. I bet you look so pretty when I fuck
you with my tongue. I bet youd make the prettiest noises. Taehyungs body arches against
Jeongguks and he tightens the grip on the mans waist. Id eat you out until youre sobbing and
begging for my dick. Would you like that, baby?
God, yes, he hisses, sitting up and straddling Jeongguk with his body. He then lays again over
Jeongguks body and whispers on his hear, Ive fucked twelve guys after you. Jeongguk just
grunts. Do you want to know how they were?
Not really. How were they? he asks, because he cant bring himself to not do what Taehyung
tells him to do. Now he starts to understand Hoseok a little better.
They were all so bad, Jeongguk, whimpers Taehyung, rolling his hips over Jeongguks crotch.
No one can fuck me the way you did.

Jeongguk moans and every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Hes not usually this loud, but
Taehyung is not only rolling his hips in a way that makes Jeongguk see stars, but hes also saying
that kind of stuff, and Jeongguk is human. Hes human, and although he knows that Taehyung is
doing this because he wants to get Jeongguk hot and flustered so he fucks him, he cant bring
himself to not be turned on. But the truth is, why would he? Taehyung is a great fuck, after all.
So he doesnt really think before he grunts, Your office. Now.
Taehyung whimpers and stands up, holding Jeongguks hand and yanking his arm to lift him up
from the couch.
You two, says Jeongguk to Seokjin and Namjoon, who look at him with amused smiles. Wait
for me to go home, alright?
Sure, Gukkie, replies Seokjin. Have fun.
The worst part of that Jeongguk knows Seokjin is playing with him, because although he had
barely spoken about that night, after four years living together Seokjin can read Jeongguk like an
open book. So he probably knows that Jeongguk has been thinking about it over and over, and he
probably knows that every time Jeongguk came home with a partner or spent the night away he
wasnt really into it, at least his mind wasnt.
And that is something that Jeongguk doesnt really want to think about.
He will, snaps Taehyung, smirking as they leave the room.
When theyre on the hallway, Jeongguk pins Taehyung against the wall and smashes their mouths
together, kissing him wet and sloppily.
Ive been wanting to have you again like this for one week, he says, ravishing the elders neck
and leaving new marks over the faded ones.
And there goes the truth that Jeongguk has been trying to hide from himself for the whole week.
He had hooked up with people that week, he remembers drunkenly fucking faceless girls and
boys, but none of them made him felt the way Taehyung does, electric and hyperaware of every
touch, every kiss.
He has been telling himself it was because he was sober at the moment, but now hes high and its
the same. Even the way Taehyungs fingertips dig into his scalp sends chills down his spine, and
he cant get enough of it. Its almost like a drug.
Im all yours now, yelps Taehyung, arching between the wall and Jeongguks body. I want
you to do with me whatever you want.
Jeongguk groans and lifts Taehyung from the back of his thighs, curling the elders legs around
his waist. Is there anywhere closer than your office? he whines against Taehyungs lips,
impatiently.
We can go to Hoseoks, its in this hallway, but I dont think hell be pleased.
I dont care, says Jeongguk, leaving another mark on the base of Taehyungs neck. You own
this fucking place, you can fuck wherever you want.
True, giggles Taehyung, just turn left and
I know the way, replies Jeongguk kissing Taehyung again and again, licking the back of

Taehyungs mouth.
The way to Hoseoks office takes them a little bit longer than it should, because theres something
in Taehyungs kisses that is addictive and makes Jeongguk crave his lips constantly. He kisses,
bites and pulls Taehyungs lips, making him gasp and whimper, making that pretty pink mouth
turn into a swollen, red one.
When they get there, Taehyung takes a key from the pocket of his blazer and gives it to Jeongguk,
who opens the door.
You can carry me with just one arm? asks Taehyung, laughing against Jeongguks mouth.
Jeongguk ignores the question in favor of kicking the door closed and pressing Taehyung against
it, kissing a spot right under his ear that makes him moan and arch in pleasure.
What if Hoseok comes? asks Jeongguk, pulling away for a moment.
Hes too stoned to come to his office now, answers Taehyung, squirming against his chest and
pressing soft kisses against Jeongguks throat. Besides, knowing we could get caught turns me
on.
That words unravel something inside Jeongguk, because maybe getting caught in the middle of
fucking the sense out of Taehyung isnt something he wouldnt particularly mind, after all. Maybe
hed like that, hed like people to know he can turn Taehyung, bossy and hard to please, into a
moaning mess.
Itd make him feel powerful, and Jeongguk loves feeling powerful.
He makes his way to the desk and flops in the leather chair, sitting Taehyung in the
fortunately clear desk.
I promised you something back there, didnt I? says Jeongguk, undoing the zipper and button of
Taehyungs jeans.
Taehyung laughs as Jeongguk gets rid of his pants and underwear, and gasps when he gives his
cock a long, slow stroke, thumbing at the slit and smearing the pre come over his length.
Jeongguk he moans.
How bad you want it? asks Jeongguk, his strong hands stroking the smooth skin in Taehyungs
inner thighs. How bad do you want my mouth?
So bad, whines Taehyung, impatiently. Jeongguk is amazed at how quickly he changed from
the challenging, cheeky Taehyung he hadnt really known until today until this submissive version
of himself. He tightens his grip on Taehyung and he hisses. Id do anything. Please, Jeongguk.
Jeongguk chuckles lowly, dropping a kiss on Taehyungs knee. Hands and knees, baby.
Taehyung quickly turns around and kneels for Jeongguk, his legs slightly parted. Jeongguk, who
wants to tease him a little, leans back in the chair, looking at Taehyungs entrance, and the elder
whimpers impatiently and wiggles his ass.
Dont do this to me, he says, his voice needy.
Parting Taehyungs cheeks with one hand, Jeongguk teases the rim with his index finger,
humming.

Youre always stretched, he comments, teasing the entrance and making Taehyung gasp.
I know, whimpers Taehyung. Jeongguk, I beg you, godoh.
Taehyungs words turn into a long, loud moan when Jeongguk spreads his buttocks with both his
hands and gives a long lick, from the base of his balls to his hole.
Oh, god, yes Jeongguk, god, he repeats like a mantra again and again as Jeongguk eats him out.
He circles the rim at first, his tongue playing with the ring of muscle and his hand gently stroking
Taehyungs cock. He then pokes his tongue further, past the rim, and Taehyungs already broken
moans slowly turn into sobs, the man trembling and squirming over the desk.
I wish you could see you like this, says Jeongguk as he pulls away, poking into Taehyungs
slick entrance with the tip of his middle finger. So needy and ready for my cock.
Taehyung moans again. There should be some lube and condoms in one of those drawers, he
always has something in case I run out of them. He jerks his hips, fucking himself slightly on
Jeongguks finger as he speaks, and god. Check the bottom ones.
Jeongguk takes his finger off Taehyung, making the elder whimper, and opens the last drawer.
Are the handcuffs yours too? he says, an amused smile on his face.
Oh my god, Hobi hyung is kinky, giggles Taehyung. He turns his head around to face
Jeongguk, biting his bottom lip, and Jeongguk already can see whats coming. Do you want to
use them?
Not really into that, babe. Besides, theres no key.
What a shame, sighs Taehyung. I bet I could make you be into that in less than three minutes.
Jeongguk hums and opens another drawer, deciding to ignore Taehyungs comment. Bingo.
He only has pineapple flavored lube, says Jeongguk, frowning as he picks up the lube. Do you
want your ass to taste like a pineapple?
Honestly, whines Taehyung, wiggling his ass again. I dont care as long as you get your cock
in it.
God, youre so eager, laughs Jeongguk, undoing his belt and lowering his pants to his knees,
pumping his length in his hand. He then proceeds to open the lube bottle, pouring some on his
palm and coating his fingers. Can I start with two?
No, pouts Taehyung. Youre going to prep me slow and carefully like real gentlemen do, Jeon
Jeongguk.
Jeongguk doesnt exactly know when this stopped being exclusively about getting laid and
transformed into joking around and telling bad jokes, but he cant bring himself to care as he
laughs and slides one finger in Taehyungs hole.
Jeongguk watches hungrily as Taehyung babbles incoherent words about how good it feels and
how he needs to be filled, and he swears his cock is pounding with how badly he wants to have
Taehyung right now.
He pours more lube in his hand and slicks up a second finger, warming it up in his hands before

he slides them inside of Taehyungs entrance. Taehyung whimpers and wiggles his ass, wanting
to get them deeper, but Jeongguk pulls them away.
Be a good boy, Tae, he says, smirking, and Taehyung nods, his cheeks red.
He gets the fingers back even more slowly than before, watching the rim of Taehyungs hole take
them inch by inch. He curls them inside Taehyung, scissoring him before he finds the sweet spot
inside of him, making him arch his back.
Oh, god, Jeongguk, he moans.
Jeongguk smirks and pulls his hand away, making Taehyung whimper at the sudden emptiness, to
pour more lube into his palm, coating a third finger.
Fuck, pants Taehyung as Jeongguk slides his three digits inside of him. I feel so full already, I
cant wait to have your dick inside me, Jeongguk.
Jeongguk chuckles and curls his fingers inside, scissoring and stretching Taehyung before he
brushes his prostate again, making his thighs tremble.
You take my fingers so well, he grunts, pulling his hand away and spreading Taehyungs
cheeks before licking again at his crack. God, your asshole tastes like a fucking pineapple.
Taehyung laughs and turns around to smack Jeongguk on the arm. Jerk.
Get off the table, he says, tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth as Taehyung climbs
off the desk. Now bend over, babe, he says, pressing a hand on Taehyungs back to lower his
upper body.
This is like bad office porn, giggles Taehyung, obliging happily and resting on his elbows as
Jeongguk puts on the condom and slicks his cock.
Well see if you still think this is bad after Im done with you, replies Jeongguk, unable to keep
a smug smile out of his face. He then pours more lube in Taehyungs entrance.
Thats a pretty bad line, says Taehyung, wiggling his ass again. Also, you use too much lube, I
might just slip from your cock now.
Shut up, laughs Taehyung, smacking his ass.
Can you fuck me already?
God, so needy, adds Jeongguk, teasing Taehyungs entrance with the tip of his cock, making
him whimper.
Jeongguk slides inside slowly, enjoying the content whimpers that leave Taehyungs lips. Before
he can give him any time to adjust to his size, Taehyung starts wiggling his hips, fucking himself
in Jeongguks cock.
Taehyung stands up, pressing his back against Jeongguks chest, both of them using the desk for
balance to keep rocking their hips together, delirious moans leaving Taehyungs lips over and
over.
Youre so loud today, grunts Jeongguk, kissing the spot where Taehyungs neck meets his
shoulder, biting gently in the skin, not hard enough to leave a mark. I like it.

Taehyung just moans, resting his head on Jeongguks shoulder, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Taehyung isnt tight, not after all the sex he has, but hes warm and clenches around Jeongguk just
right, and Jeongguk discovers he doesnt mind that hes a little looser to what hes used because
he lasts longer like this, and it makes the orgasm a thousand times better.
Youre so pretty, he groans, overwhelmed by the way Taehyungs lips curl into a perfect O as
he moans loudly, and the way he frowns when Jeongguk slams into him particularly hard. How
do I get to have a pretty thing like you, god. So beautiful like this, taking me so well, Tae.
Taehyung moans louder at the praise, turning his head around to smash his mouth against
Jeongguks and kiss him sloppily. They stay like that until Jeongguk hits the bundle of nerves
inside of Taehyung, making him groan against his lips.
Fuck, Jeongguk, right there, he whimpers, mouth open against Jeongguks as he moans
unintelligible curses. God, fuck me.
Right there, baby? asks Jeongguk, hitting the same spot over and over as Taehyungs sweaty
body arches against him, burying him even deeper inside Taehyung. Dont come yet, Tae, he
says as he wraps his hand around the base of Taehyungs cock, delaying his orgasm.
Its overwhelming, the way Taehyung clenches around him, and Jeongguk nearly comes from
that, but he isnt done yet. He wants to see Taehyung come completely undone by his cock, he
wants him panting, begging to come.
Jeongguks free hand grabs Taehyungs face, turning his head and pulling him into a wet, deep
kiss as he keeps fucking inside of him, making loud cries leave his lips and die in Jeongguks
mouth. He swallows every little noise Taehyung makes, keeping them into his mind, because god,
arent they the most erotic thing Jeongguks ever heard.
You want to come, Tae? he asks, lifting one of Taehyungs knees to let is rest on the table.
Taehyung moans, because the new angle allows Jeongguk to fuck even deeper inside of him, and
he knows he wont be able to take this for much longer. I asked you a question, babe.
Yes, Jeongguk, fuck, he sobs, throwing his head back over Jeongguks shoulder. His arms are
barely able to keep his body straight anymore, so Jeongguk wraps an arm around his waist.
Come for me, he grunts, biting Taehyungs earlobe as the grip on the elders cock loosens, his
fingers now pumping the length on them.
Taehyung cries again in pleasure, and Jeongguk fucking loses it, ramming merciless into him until
hes nearly screaming his name and coming all over his own stomach.
God, yes, Jeongguk, he moans, biting on his lip as he clenches around Jeongguk. Want to
make you come, baby, I wish you could fill me up Jeongguk grunts and keeps abusing
Taehyungs prostate, feeling himself about to come because of Taehyungs words.
When his orgasm hits him a few thrusts after he wraps his fingers around Taehyungs hip, leaving
small bruises with the shape of his fingerprints. He moans loudly, his mind to blown to even
connect the syllables to form a name, and bites down on Taehyungs shoulder.
He breaths sharply a few times before pulling out of Taehyung, who whines at the sudden
emptiness but doesnt move, still recovering from his own climax. Jeongguk ties the condom and
throws his to the bin in the corner of Hoseoks office, before finding a box a tissues and going
over to Taehyung again.

What are you doing? asks the elder as Jeongguk starts wiping away the rests of lube on his
thighs and ass.
Cleaning you up, answers Jeongguk, ignoring the annoyance on Taehyungs voice and turning
him around to clean the come on his abdomen. When he lifts up his eyes he sees Taehyung
looking down at him, his cheeks pink and biting his bottom lip.
You didnt have to do that, he says, his voice low.
I wanted to, comes Jeongguks reply, before standing up again and pressing a peck to
Taehyungs lips. Lets go, Seokjin and Namjoon are waiting for me.
If Taehyung is awfully quiet while they get dressed, Jeongguk reasons its because hes just a little
overwhelmed after his orgasm, because as soon as theyre out of Hoseoks office, locking the door
and leaving everything right the way they found it, hes clinging to his arm again.
You know, Im still disappointed you decided to spend my whole weed party, that I kindly
invited you and your friends to, cuddling with Jimin, he says as the walk back to the room where
their friends are.
Sorry, Jeongguk says, biting his lip. I didnt think youd mind. I I really didnt think youd
want to hook up again, either.
Oh, says Taehyung. I just I got jealous, you know, because I wanted to cling around you
and make out with you and grind on your lap, and smoke weed with you and blow the smoke on
your mouth, but fucking Jimin decided that he wanted to make Yoongi jealous and you decided to
play along. And its not like I have any right to be jealous over who is near your dick or not, but
when I am around I like to be the one who is, so. Yeah. Dont do that again. You missed a lot of
shotgunning because of Jimin.
Sorry again, he repeats. Also, I dont know if it makes sense, but I kind of got uneasy at
seeing you with Hoseok? And I shouldnt. I really shouldnt because then you tell me you fuck all
those guys and I dont really care, its not like I havent fucked other people but Just, I dont
like it if Im around. I guess.
Dont worry, says Taehyung, curling his arms around Jeongguks neck and kissing him. As
long as youre around you own this ass.
Jeongguk chuckles, Good.

***

What are you and Taehyung, exactly? asks Seokjin on a Monday evening when both Jeongguk
and him are staying at home.
Im not sure, shrugs Jeongguk, rubbing his eye. He knew the moment would come, but he
wasnt ready. We hang out for a bit, then we fuck, then we hang out for a while. Sometimes we
smoke pot.
So hes your friend with benefits?
I dont know. Maybe? he shakes his head. I really dont know, hyung. Do you have to be

friends with somebody to be his friend with benefits?

No idea, answers Seokjin, bringing a fistful of popcorn to his mouth and chewing slowly. Do
you have to be buddies with somebody to be his fuckbuddy? Jeongguk laughs. Why do you
ask, anyway? Dont you think Taehyung and you are friends?
Im not sure, he says, changing the channel again. They had already seen that drama. I dont
think friends with benefits are actually friends. Fucking ruins everything, people get feelings if
they are close to each other.
Maybe you should ask him.
Jeongguk hums and unlocks his phone, opening the messaging app.

JK | 8:12 pm
hey tae
are we friends?

Think about it, says Seokjin as Jeongguk unlocks the phone and drops it on his lap. If he says
no, youll probably be upset. If he says yes, then youll probably think about the people get
feelings thing and end up fucking up real bad on your own.
What are you trying to say? asks Jeongguk, raising an eyebrow and bringing popcorn to his
mouth.
That you are emotionally constipated, answers Seokjin. You already care about Taehyung a
little bit too much and I have a feeling that he does the same.
Thats bullshit. If he or I caught feelings for each person we fucked wed be in love with a lot of
people.
Yeah, but you only repeat with each other, right?
Shut up, grunts Jeongguk. Thats how Seokjin knows he has a point, and he smiles knowingly.
Jeongguk is glad his phone pings in that moment and he has an excuse to stop listening to his
roommate.

Taehyung | 8:15 pm
the fact that u have to ask is very telling T-T
i thought we were special
now im heartbroken
JK | 8:15 pm

sorry
just wanted to make sure
im glad we are tho
Taehyung | 8:16 pm
i am too

Thats tragic, observes Seokjin. Are you already on nickname basis?

Shut up, repeats Seokjin. Taehyung is a long name to type.
Sure, replies Seokjin. Keep telling yourself that, too.

Taehyung | 8:19 pm
are u busy?
JK | 8:19 pm
nope
watching drama reruns with jin
Taehyung | 8:19 pm
oh
do u want to come over?
JK | 8:20 pm
to your house?
Taehyung | 8:20 pm
yeah
JK | 8:20 pm
dont really feel like ducking tonight
fucking*
Taehyung | 8:21 pm
i mean like netflix no chill come over
i have netflix
i want to seduce u with free tv

i mean were friends right?

JK | 8:21 pm
all of your texts start with i
stop talking about yourself
ill be over in ten

Hyung, asks Jeongguk to Seokjin, who is mesmerized watching the TV. Can I borrow your
car?
Seokjin sighs. Youre already in too deep, kid.
It takes Jeongguk thirteen minutes to go to Taehyungs neighborhood, find a place to park his car
and ring the doorbell to the penthouse he owns. Hes been to Taehyungs a few times, when he
finishes his sets and Taehyung doesnt feel like staying at the club for much longer, but never like
this. Never when they arent already hot and heavy on each other. Never when they arent even
planning on having sex. To be honest, this will be the first time they see each other and dont end
up having sex.
When he gets to the penthouse he finds the door to Taehyungs place already open, and he steps
his hand, shaking his head. Does he want to get robbed? God.
Taehyung? he asks, closing the door behind him.
Hes sort of lost in here, to be honest. The only room on Taehyungs house hes been to is the
bedroom, so he just stays right where he is.
Im coming! chirps Taehyung, appearing from a random room. And wow. He looks soft?
Jeongguk had never seen dress down. Sure, he had seen him naked, but seeing him in sweatpants
and a sweater with holes all over the sleeves and a cut neck was something new for Jeongguk.
Hey, he waves, a smug smile on his face.
God, stop staring at my clothes, laughs Taehyung, walking past him. I know I look like shit.
I think you look good, replies Jeongguk, following him. I like your hair.
Taehyung snorts. Its so puffy, he says, flopping in the couch and patting the spot next to him.
Come here.
Jeongguk drags himself to the sofa, suddenly feeling the awkward of the situation drowning him.
Hes in Taehyungs house to watch TV. How could he be in Taehyungs house to do something
like that? When did a hook up turn into a boss, and a boss turn into a friend?
What are we watching? he asks, sitting close enough to Taehyung so it doesnt look like hes
avoiding him but far away enough that he cant smell his shampoo, or feel the heat radiating from
his body.
Whatever you want, says Taehyung, taking the remote and giving it to Jeongguk. I can watch
whenever I want, after all.

Jeongguk hums and takes the remote, scrolling down the menus until he finds something that
catches his attention. They spend three hours like that, watching random episodes of random
shows none of them plan on keep watching, but its nice, Jeongguk thinks. He ends up sprawled
on one corner of the sofa, laying on his back and laughing when he find something funny, and
Taehyung is sitting on the opposite one, holding his knees up to his chest with his arms and staring
wide eyed to the TV. He looks like a kid.
Youre quiet today, says Jeongguk when the episode is over, pausing the next one before it can
even start.
Taehyung shrugs. I guess Im tired, replies Taehyung, shaking his head and running his fingers
through his bangs. Jeongguk doesnt miss the small sigh that leaves Taehyungs lips, but he
doesnt say anything. Its not his place to, after all. Do you want to eat something?
Jeongguk hums before he answers, closing his eyes. I want pancakes, he says finally.
Is there any place you can order pancakes?
Taehyung, you cant be serious, says Jeongguk, resting on his elbows so he can send Taehyung
an incredulous look. Everyone knows how to make pancakes.
If Jeongguk is being honest, he didnt know how to make pancakes when he first moved with
Seokjin. But apparently his roommate couldnt bear the thought of Jeongguk eating exclusively
junk food when he was away, so he taught him how to make pancakes, among other things.
I cant cook, comes Taehyungs reply, accompanied by a shrug.
I can teach you. If you want.
A small smile makes its way to Taehyungs face. Its not a bright one, no teeth showing, just the
corners of his lips, curving slightly and hinting something like happiness, and Jeongguk finds
himself unable to look away.
Sure, responds Taehyung, his voice sweet and deeper than usual. Id love that.
Taehyung leads him to the kitchen, and Jeongguk is surprised to find out that Taehyung not only
has there everything he needs to make pancakes, but his fridge is packed and so are his cupboards.
Why do you have so much food if you dont cook? asks Jeongguk, reaching out for the flour.
Jimin and Hoseok cook for me sometimes.
Jeongguk hums, and doesnt comment on how that is still a lot of food for sometimes. Its a scary
thought, how something that drives Jeongguk mad most of the time is given so little thought by
people like Taehyung. Jeongguk has always grown up spending as little as he can, its always
been like this. He guesses he shouldnt worry too much now, not after how much money
Taehyung is paying him for DJing at the Boreas, but he cant help it. You cant make twenty three
years of a habit disappear on six weeks, no matter how comfortable it would be.
Taehyung pours all the ingredients together in a large bowl as Jeongguk, sitting on the counter,
instructs him. He grimaces as the elder starts to mix the ingredients together, splattering the
mixture all over his clothes and kitchen.
Thats not how youre supposed to do it, he says, frowning down at him. He has never seen
anything cause such a big mess doing something so simple, and he has witnessed Namjoon

cooking. Taehyung tries again, but Jeongguk sighs and tells him to stop again. Smoothly, he
says, positioning himself behind Taehyungs back and holding his hands with his own. Like
this, he says, as he guides Taehyungs big hands.
Okay, let me do it in my own now, replies Taehyung, laughing. Jeongguk tears himself again
from Taehyung, but then he whines. But dont go.
Jeongguk presses his chest even closer to Taehyungs back then, and the latter hums contently.
Resting his head on his shoulder, Jeongguk can see the way Taehyung frowns in concentration,
his tongue poking slightly from his pink lips.
Is this alright? he asks, turning around slightly to look at Jeongguk, and god, arent they close
now.
Its perfect, he mumbles, forcing himself to look into Taehyungs eyes instead of his mouth.
Good, he says, smiling. And this time is a full smile, one that shows all of his teeth and has an
odd rectangular shape, and Jeongguk finds himself staring again. He has seen Taehyung smirk,
smile seductively, smile cheekily, grin lazily, but nothing like this.
This, Jeongguk thinks, is what happiness must look in Taehyung.
(He tries to ignore the way his chest pumps when he sees it, and the urge to see it again once its
gone.)
He is sure that Taehyung can feel the deep beat on his heart on his back, but he doesnt care. His
fingers rest lightly on Taehyungs waist and his breath falls against the juncture of his neck and
clavicle, making him squirm and tickle every once in a while. Everything is so domestic and it
shouldnt feel just right, because it really isnt. He isnt supposed to hold Taehyung as he cooks,
or to be in his house watching TV for him. Hell, he isnt even supposed so fuck him when he
asks. All he should be doing is getting paid for working at his club, that should be all.
Hes too caught up on his thoughts to realize the way Taehyung gets some of the mixture on his
fingers and turns around to look at him, an innocent grin on his face.
WhatTaehyung, he groans as the elder pokes his nose with his long finger, staining his skin.
Gross. Stop doing disgusting clich things.
Taehyung laughs and grabs Jeongguks arm as he lifts it up with the intention to clean his nose.
He looks at him, frowning, before he sees him lean in and licking his nose clean, pecking it before
pulling away.
It tastes good, he says, licking his lips.
You are supposed to cook that, grunts Jeongguk, pulling away totally from Taehyung and
looking for the pan, trying to hide the fact that hes blushing, why would he blush? This guy has
had his cock in his mouth, and now hes blushing because he licked his nose? Please.
I know, but it still tastes good.
Jeongguk shakes his head and sighs, preparing the pan for Taehyung to use.
You arent helping me now? asks Taehyung, pouting when sees Jeongguk return to his spot in
the counter.
No.

Alright, breathes Taehyung. It will be your fault if I fuck up, or burn myself.
Ill handle the guilt, deadpans Jeongguk, and for a moment he swears Taehyung looks hurt.
When they are done, Taehyung carries the pancakes to the dining room and Jeongguk gets two
plates and glasses.
Why cant you be like everyone else? says Taehyung, rolling a pancake and biting it.
What do you mean?
I usually get my way with people, he frowns, chewing slowly. But you just I dont
understand you. You are caring and clingy one minute, and the next you basically say you dont
give a fuck if I burn myself while making you pancakes. I I dont understand you.
Well, I didnt think youd need my fucking help while making pancakes. Thirteen year olds can
make pancakes.
Taehyung clenches his jaw. See? Youre doing it again. Why do you need to act all defensive?
Did I do something wrong?
Jeongguk is about to snap, but then he looks up and sees the way Taehyung is looking at him,
frowning and utterly confused. He wants to scream, because its not Taehyung the one doing
something wrong, its both of them. Jeongguk shouldnt be here. Seokjin was right, hes getting
himself in too deep.
Sorry, is all he says.
They are silent for a while after that, both eating and thinking.
You know, says Taehyung after a few minutes, breaking the silence. You remind me so much
of Yoongi, sometimes.
Jeongguk just hums, but doesnt ask why. He has a slight idea of what Taehyung means, and
maybe he reminds himself of Yoongi a bit, sometimes, but he doesnt want to acknowledge it.

***

Jeongguk pretends it doesnt bother him that sometimes Taehyung doesnt require his presence
after his sets, pretends it doesnt make him jealous to see other men slip in or out Taehyungs
office. In return, Taehyung pretends it doesnt make him want to punch a wall to see Jeongguk
going home with someone else in those nights, when he is too overwhelmed by his own shit to
meet with the DJ.
Its weird, Jeongguk thinks, how two people can be so willing to hurt each other. If he loved
himself he would stop whatever he has with Taehyung and never come back to the Boreas again.
Hed be back struggling to pay rent, but at least he could be sane.
But Jeongguk doesnt, so he comes back every time. Even if he swears he wont while hes
smoking a cigarette in bed while the person he brought home in one of the days Taehyung didnt
want to see him picks up their stuff and goes home, he always comes back. Not because he needs
the money, but because he wants Taehyung. He shouldnt feel so satisfied when hes done with a

set and Hoseok, Jimin or Yoongi are waiting for him, telling him that Taehyung wants to see him.
He should feel used, because after a while he has realized that its not mutual, that although hed
always have Taehyung, Taehyung only uses him when he feels like it, but he doesnt care.
Jeongguk thinks he may be addicted.

***

When you go to bed at seven, eleven in the morning is a very early hour to wake up. Thats why
when Jeongguk wakes up at fucking eleven on a Saturday morning after working and spending
some quality sex time with Taehyung, also the previous night to the annoying ringtone of his
phone, he decides hes going to kill whoever is calling him. No one ever calls him before four in
the afternoon, for gods sake.
What, he snaps as he picks up the phone, not even bothering to check the ID caller.
Jeongguk? Is that Jimin? Were you awake?
You woke me up, hisses Jeongguk. What do you want?
You should mute your phone when you go to bed, dummie, laughs Jimin. And honestly,
Jeongguk is too tired to deal with a laughing Jimin on his ear.
I dont in case my mum calls, but you dont sound like her. Did you need something or can I go
back to sleep?
You are the one who needs something, Jeonggukie. He laughs at the uh? that leaves Jeongguks
lips. Tomorrow is Taetaes birthday. Tomorrow, as in tonight at midnight.
Oh, says Jeongguk, biting his bottom lip. Taehyung hadnt said anything about his birthday,
even though they had ended up hanging out a few more times after that Netflix and no chill day at
Taehyungs. Just hanging out, with no sex. Not even kissing. That meant they were friends right?
And if they were friends he probably should get him a gift. Would it be too awkward if I got him
something?
Not at all! chirps Jimin on his ear, and ugh. Jeongguk should lower the volume of his phone.
Id kick your ass if you didnt.
Jeongguk hums. Just I dont know what to get him. I dont know him that well.
What would you do without me? singsongs Jimin. Were going together. Ill text you the
details.
Jeongguk groans, but he finds himself taking the train to the place where Jimin asked to meet him.
When he gets there, the elder is waiting for him with a very angry look on his face.
Youre twenty minutes late, he says, smacking the back of Jeongguks head.
Sorry, I had to take the train, he apologizes, before looking at Jimins frame with an amused
smile on his face. Your clothes. You dont look sexy in the slightest.
Excuse you, exclaims Jimin, pretending to be offended. I do look sexy, but I cant go out there

looking like a stripper in the middle of the afternoon, can I?

Jeongguk chuckles. No, I guess you cant. He clears his throat. So, about Taes present
Oh, yeah, right, says Jimin, nodding excitedly. You see, I can help you and give you a little
guidance, but Im not going to tell you what to buy him. Thatd make it impersonal, so itd be
pointless. Now, you should know Taetae is not an easy person to buy for.
What is that supposed to mean? groans Jeongguk.
Dont worry, sweetheart, Ill help you, assures Jimin, walking to enter the mall. Just, think
about everything you know about Tae and go from there, alright?
Jeongguk finds out he knows more about Taehyung than he had expected in the beginning. He
knows hes the owner of a club and super filthy ass richThats good, Jeonggukie! Now you
know that he wont value how much your present costs because he can buy whatever he wants to,
you go boy!, obviously. Thats what he knew the first day, along with the fact that he had a
very high sex drive. But he also knows that Taehyung loves kids and animals with all his heart,
that he is SNSDs biggest fan and loves art. He knows Taehyung loves to read poetry in the
evenings before he gets to work, but he is also a big dork who spends most of the time on his
office recording dubsmash video and, well, getting rammed in the ass. Theres something else,
something that Taehyung hasnt explicitly told, more like little hints hes been collecting. He
doesnt know why yet, but he suspects Taehyung is a little broken.
I know the struggle youre going through, you know, sighs Jimin after a while, when theyre
both sitting empty handed at a bench. I went through the same with Yoongi. I wanted to get
something for him, but I didnt know where we stood, so I was clueless. I didnt want something
that screamed romance because it would probably scare him away, but I wanted to get him
something special, you know? Something not a simple friend would get.
I dont, lies Jeongguk. Its not like the same happens to him right now, of course. Its not like he
wants Taehyung to remember his present. Not at all. Were just friends.
Dont lie, Jeongguk. Ive been there too, he sighs. Then he smiles brightly. Not anymore,
though.
Oh? asks Jeongguk, raising an eyebrow and smirking at Jimin. So Yoongi and you are official
now?
Yes! he chirps, his eyes becoming a thin line as he smiles. Hes my boyfriend, Jeongguk,
and he asked me. Can you believe? My last boyfriend was Taehyung in high school!
Jeongguk grimaces. I really dont want to know about that.
Its not like I was going to tell you anyway, laughs Jimin.
Are you happy? asks Jeongguk.
Yeah, he says, beaming. I am happier than Ive ever been. He tells me he loves me every day,
and Ive been wanting to hear him say that for a while now.
Jeongguk punches Jimin playfully in the arm, calling him a softie and asking him who is the
whipped in the relationship now. Its amazing, Jeongguk thinks, how happy Jimin looks now. He
looked happy before, but now it was almost as if he was radiating joy.
Hey, Jimin, Jeongguk asks softly. Taehyung and I Its not just sex anymore, right?

He looks at his hands, afraid to see how Jimin reacts to his question and even more scared to
know the answer. He needs to know if Taehyung really wants to get to know him or if he is just
in because of the sex. He doesnt want to be like Yoongi was with Jimin and spend three years
denying that he felt something for Taehyung, because he isnt stupid and he knows there is
something. It may not be love, because its still too soon for that, but he wants to spend time with
him, and kiss him goodnight when he goes home after spending time at his house. Its not the lust
he felt at the beginning, when every fiber of his body wanted to have Taehyung under him,
screaming his name. He would lie if he said he wasnt scared, but seeing Jimin so happy and
knowing he could have something like that makes him want is desperately.
So maybe, and probably for the first time in his life, hes willing to give something more. But he
needs to know if Taehyung is willing to take it.
I dont think so, no, shrugs Jimin. But you know how Taehyung is. Its not going to be easy,
Jeongguk.
But will it be worthy?
Jimin grins. Definitely.

***

Jeongguk would lie if he said hes not nervous. He feels theres a lump on his throat as he makes
his way towards Taehyungs office after his set, a box covered in colorful wrapping paper he
hopes Taehyung likes on his arms. He gets on the elevator to Taehyungs office and waits
patiently when it stops, the doors closed.
Whos there? comes Taehyungs voice, hoarse.
Baby, dont open the door now, says a muffled voice, and oh. Jeongguk should have expected
it, that if Taehyung hadnt called for him it was probably because he was already busy. It is no
secret that Taehyung sleeps with other people, and so does Jeongguk. He wonder if, like he does,
Taehyung just thinks about him when all these men are with him.
Jeongguk, he says, clearing his throat. But I can come back later if youre busy now.
Oh, no not at all. Jeongguk hears the other voice say what the fuck, and the Taehyung speaks
again. Get your dick on your pants and leave before I call security.
The elevator doors open and as Jeongguk enters into the room he almost bumps into a very angry
looking man, who looks way older than Taehyung.
He is a fucking tease, he hissed. This bitch will turn you on and then kick you out when hes
about to get your dick in his mouth. Fucking slut.
Taehyungs face twitches and he lowers his gaze, and Jeongguk sees red.
Get the fuck away before I fucking break your face, growls Jeongguk.
The man finishes buckling his belt and raises his hands, laughing and muttering something
like these fucking kids before getting into the elevator and disappearing.

Hes old, says Jeongguk once theyre both alone again.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.
I could have come back later.
I told you that you own this ass as long as youre around, didnt I?
Im not here for sex, says Jeongguk, wincing a little and lifting the package on his arms for
Taehyung to see it.
Oh?
Happy birthday, Tae, he says, stepping closer and offering Taehyung the package.
YYou didnt have to get me anything, replies Taehyung, taking the box on his hands.
Jeongguk looks at Taehyungs and sees the two dark, big eyes staring at him, wide. His mouth is
red and swollen, probably from kissing, and for a moment it hurts. It hurts to know that theres
other people who get Taehyungs kisses, and Taehyungs touches.
I wanted to, he says softly, forcing himself to smile a little.
Taehyung hums contently and holds Jeongguks wrist softly, dragging him to the sofa with him.
He starts unwrapping the package, and Jeongguk can feel himself getting nervous.
This this is nothing big. Its silly, but I wanted you to know me better. I know Im not good at
talking and letting people in, but with you I want to try.
Taehyung lifts his gaze and looks at Jeongguk, smiling softly and leaning in to press a kiss to his
lips. Maybe his lips linger on Jeongguks for a little longer than necessary, as Jeongguks thumb
rubs circles in Taehyungs wrist, but none of them say anything when Taehyung pulls away and
finishes opening the book, taking the first item and looking at it curiously.
A kids comic? he asks, a playful smile on his lips.
It was my favorite one when I was a kid, explains Jeongguk, shrugging. Ive had it since I was
eight.
I cant Jeongguk shushes him. Are you sure you want me to have this? Dont you want to
keep it?
Im sure. Come on, keep going.
Taehyung giggles, but leaves the comic on his lap and takes off the next thing his hands find.
He lifts up the pin and looks at it, frowning.
Hard Rock Caf Busan, he reads, smiling at up Jeongguk.
It reminds me of home.
Taehyungs smile grows wider.
They do the same for everything Jeongguk had put on the box, from the keychain he had bought
when he traveled to California to the wrinkled flier announcing the Linkin Park concert he had
attended four years ago. Taehyung takes the item from the box, asks Jeongguk about it and after

hearing the story about it he asks Jeongguk if hes sure he wants him to have it.
This is so sweet, Jeongguk, mumbles Taehyung when hes done, a beaming smile on his face.
Thank you so much.
Jeongguk sighs, relieved. I was worried you wouldnt like it, or would think it was tatty.
I dont, comes Taehyungs reply, his voice sweet. I love it.
I actually bought you something, he says, pulling out a smaller box wrapped in the same paper
from the pocket of his red leather jacket.
Taehyung unwraps the package and opens the black box inside, running his fingers through the
black leather and the silver pendant on it.
You bought me a collar? he asks, giggling.
Its a choker, Taehyung, not a collar, he says, rolling his eyes as he smiles.
You want me to choke?
Jeongguk sighs. You can return it if you dont like it, Ill give you the ticket and
Shut up, laughs Taehyung, passing his leg over Jeongguks and sitting on his lap, nuzzling their
noses together. I love it. I love everything youve gotten me. Jimin is going to be so pissed your
presents are better than his.
Jeongguk laughs and cups Taehyungs cheek. Im glad you like it.
And Im glad you like me enough to give me all of this, Taehyung replies, pressing a soft kiss to
Jeongguks lips. Youre amazing.
Jeongguk doesnt answer, just leans forward to capture Taehyungs lips in a slow kiss. Its nothing
like the kisses theyve shared up until now, messy and sloppy. Its sweet, and the hand on
Taehyungs cheek stays there as Jeongguks other hand tickles Taehyungs waist over the fabric
of his shirt, making him giggle against his lips.
Taehyungs hands lay on his chest, sometimes running up and down his neck, sending shivers
down his spine, and Jeongguk feels hes in fire. This is the most innocent kiss theyve ever shared,
without a promise of sex afterwards or preceded by it, but it almost feels like a first when
Taehyung pulls away after what feels like hours and nuzzles at his neck.
You should go home, Gukkie, he mumbles. Its almost seven.
Yeah, says Jeongguk, kissing lightly Taehyungs hair. I probably should.
Do you need me to drive you? asks Taehyung, his lips brushing the juncture between
Jeongguks neck and shoulder.
No, I brought Seokjins car, he answers, shaking his head.
Then I guess Ill see you tomorrow, says Taehyung, rubbing his eyes as he lays on the sofa,
allowing Jeongguk to stand up.
See you tomorrow, Tae, he says, smiling.

***

Its the middle of March and Jeongguk is sprawled on Taehyungs bed, looking at the ceiling.
So are you telling me your father bought you a car for your eighteenth birthday? he asks,
running his fingers through Taehyungs hair as the elder rests his head on his tummy. Taehyung
hums affirmatively. And for your nineteenth?
This apartment. And the Boreas for my twentieth.
Yeah, I knew about the twentieth, laughs Jeongguk. What about the twenty first?
Nothing, shrugs Taehyung. I came out a bit before that and we havent really had a
conversation that didnt consist of insults and yells ever since.
Oh, says Jeongguk, tracing the bridge of Taehyungs nose with his fingertips. Im so sorry,
Tae. What about your mom?
Died during birth, he says, and before Jeongguk can say anything he adds, I know it sucks, but
dont say youre sorry again.
I wont, he laughs as his hand caress Taehyungs lips, the elder kissing Jeongguks fingers.
Taehyung kisses him a lot these days, and its frustrating because is just soft, chaste pecks
everywhere except in his mouth. He kisses his hands, his forehead, his neck, his wrist or his nose,
but never his lips. He hasnt kissed Taehyung ever since his birthday, and let alone had sex with
him.
What is your mom like? asks Taehyung then, turning around to lay on his stomach and resting
his cheek over Taehyungs abdomen.
Shes great. Very loving and very hardworking, but I think shes a bit lonely ever since I left
Busan, he says, scratching the spot behind Taehyungs ear that makes him purr and lean into the
touch. I feel like I should call here more.
Your dad isnt with her? asks Taehyung, a questioning look on his eyes.
He left when I was three, and I havent heard of him ever since.
Thats sad, Taehyung comments, reaching to brush his fingertips over Jeongguks cheeks.
Looks like we both come from broken homes.
My home isnt broken, says Jeongguk softly. My mother made sure I never felt that way. Just
because my father wasnt there it didnt mean is broken. Its just different.
Youre lucky, then, sighs Taehyung.
He sounds sad, and Jeongguk wonders if thats the reason why Taehyung rarely seems completely
happy, even if he is lively all the time. Hes gotten to see his smile, the real, boxy one quite a lot
lately, and he finds himself getting lost in it every time he looks at it.
He doesnt want Taehyung to be sad, and if theres something hes figured out this last couple of
months is that he, sometimes, is able to make Taehyung look happy, so he figures he might as well
go for it.

Hey, come here, Tae, says Jeongguk, laying on his side and opening his arms for Taehyung to
crawl into them. The elder happily obliges and buries his face on Jeongguks chest. Youll build
your own home someday, and youll make sure its not broken. Thats what life is about. Maybe
your first home wasnt perfect, but you have a second chance to build a good one. And if that
doesnt work, then you have another chance. So dont worry, Taehyung.
Im just worried I wont find anyone to build a home with, he mumbles.
Anyone who refused to be with you would be an idiot.
Ill be your home, if you let me goes unspoken.
Youre too nice to me, sighs Taehyung, pecking Jeongguks Adams apple.
They stay like that for a while, tangled with each other, Jeongguk rubbing small circles on the
small of Taehyungs back and Taehyungs breath hitting Jeongguks neck when the latter raises
his voice.
Why wont you kiss me? he asks.
Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk, a smile on his lips. Are you upset because I dont kiss you?
Yes, pouts Jeongguk, making Taehyung giggle.
But I do kiss you, says Taehyung, dropping feather kisses all over Jeongguks neck and chin. I
kiss you all the time.
You know what I mean, babe, sighs Jeongguk.
I do, mumbles Taehyung, kissing Jeongguks jaw. Its the first time you call me babe while
were not having sex.
Does it make you uncomfortable? he asks, frowning up at Taehyung. He doesnt want to push
any boundaries on whatever it is what they have right now.
Nope.
Good, he says. I still want to know why, though.
Taehyung hums. I dont know how to explain. Im not ready. I dont think you are, either.
Weve kissed plenty of times, complains Jeongguk. Ive kissed your
Shut up, laughs Taehyung, covering Jeongguks mouth with his palm. Dont ruin the moment,
were being cheesy. He stops for a moment, licking his lips. Its different now. I feel different
now. And if I didnt misunderstand everything you told me on my birthday, you do too.
I do, says Jeongguk softly. Does that mean we are ready now?
Nope, declares Taehyung.
Jeongguk sighs and runs his hand through his hair, messing his bangs. He likes being like this
with Taehyung, but he misses having sex with him. He misses having sex in general, because after
Taehyungs birthday it just didnt feel right to have sex with other people. Sure, his hand does a
decent job when hes in the shower, but he misses to have Taehyung under him, moaning his
name and scratching his back.

When do you think well be? he asks.

Be patient, will you?
Jeongguk sighs again.
Sure.

***

Listen, theres no way Ill let you go to work like that, just go back to bed and stop being a
whiny baby, says Seokjin, stopping Jeongguk as he tried to get out of their shared apartment.
But hyung, he whines, his voice annoying to his own ears because of his runny nose. I need to
go to work. I need the money. Dont you want me to get a car and stop borrowing yours?
Seokjin rolls his eyes. I want you alive and healthy, so go back to bed before I kick your sick ass,
you hear me?
Whatever, grits Jeongguk. In moments like this he feels like a teenager all over again, more
dragging his feet than walking to his room and pouting in a failed attempt to get his punisher to
change their mind. What changed is that it used to be his mother, but now is Seokjin.
Hes still kind of grateful, because he feels like shit. It must be the flu, or something. He changes
into his pajamas well, some sweatpants and a hoodie and tucks himself under the covers of
his bed, taking out his phone and dialing Taehyungs number.
He waits during three tones before he hears Taehyungs voice. Gukkie? he asks when he picks
up, clearly surprised. What happened? Why are you calling?
Hey, Tae, he greets softly. Im sorry I didnt tell you before, but I wont be going to work
tonight.
Oh, fuck, mutters Taehyung. Last time something like this happened Yoongi got a hot DJ, but
I dont think he has more like him up his sleeve.
Jeongguk chuckles softly. That story sounds familiar, he says. I might be able to give you some
pretty decent DJs numbers, but promise not to replace me, yeah?
I would never, replies Taehyung, and Jeongguk can feel the fondness, and its kind of
overwhelming, but he has told himself he doesnt want to be an emotionally constipated asshole,
so yeah. There are times in life when you have to deal with your own feelings, he reminds
himself. Why cant you come, though?
I have the flu, he says, sniffling, and he can hear Taehyung cooing.
Is my baby Jeongguk sick? he asks, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes as a small smile makes its way
to his mouth. Does baby Gukkie want his Taetae hyung to take care of him?
Taehyung, I swear Im going to kick your ass when I get out of this bed
This is not the way you should talk to your employer, young man, comes Taehyungs reply.

Besides, you love this ass so much.

Its not like Ive been anywhere near it since fucking December he thinks. You bet I do, is
what he says instead.
Just send the DJs telephone numbers to Hoseok, Im visiting a friend today.
Oh, says Jeongguk.
God, you sound so disappointed, laughs Taehyung, and Jeongguk is glad Taehyung cant see
him because hes pouting. Rest, my dear Jeonggukie. And he hangs up.
Jeongguk just sighs and places his phone on the nightstand, turning to lay on his side and lifting
the covers to his nose. Hes been working at the Boreas for almost five months now, and he
doesnt recall Taehyung taking a free night in any of that time. He isnt stupid, and the thought
that maybe Taehyung is going to visit him crosses his mind, but he doesnt really want to end up
disappointed, so he convinces himself that its not going to happen.
Something that Jeongguk is aware of but doesnt make him proud is that he doubts Taehyung so
much. He questions a lot if the affection he has for the elder is mutual, if the commitment is
reciprocated. He wonders sometimes if there still are random men spending the night with
Taehyung, but he doesnt let his jealousy take over. He knows that asking wouldnt be a good
idea, so he doesnt.
Just when hes about to give up on sleeping because hes thinking so hard that sleeping doesnt
seem likely to happen anymore the doorbell rings, and he hears Seokjin yell I got it, something
that Jeongguk is sure that their neighbors with normal schedules who sleep at night will definitely
not appreciate.
The warm feeling of hope pools in his stomach, and he lays on his other side facing the wall and
turning his back when he hears Taehyungs voice. He doesnt understand what hes saying, but he
hears him greet Seokjin, and smiles into his pillow as if he were a fifteen year old with a crush.
He can hear the door being opened, and footsteps on the wooden floor of his bedroom. Gukkie?
Are you awake? says Taehyung, his voice soft and low.
No, he answers, trying to sound sicker than he is.
Alright, Taehyung says, and Jeongguk can tell hes amused. Then I should leave, shouldnt I?
Jeongguk whines, and he can hear Taehyung laughing, right before he feels the mattress shift
while a body sits right next to Jeongguks curled body.
You should know this is my deathbed, he says, turning around slightly to look at Taehyung,
who is grinning slyly. If there is something you want to tell me before Im gone forever, you
should do it now. I dont think I have much time left.
Taehyung raises his eyebrows and rest one of his enormous hands on Jeongguks forehead.
Wow, fever is really affecting you. Since when do you joke? he asks, his grin getting wider
when Jeongguk pouts. Theres actually one thing, though. Taehyung looks suddenly serious,
and Jeongguks chest tightens. I Youre really important to me, Jeongguk. I hope you know
that.
I know, he says, a small smile spreading on his face. Youre very important to me too,
Taehyung.

Jeongguk sees the way Taehyungs face lights up at that, and he feels kind of happy. He knows
thats just as close as they both will get to confessing their feelings for each other so far, but its
okay, he thinks. Being important to Taehyung is more than what he thinks he deserves, anyway.
Im not used to have you like this, Taehyung admits after a while, his fingers running up and
down Jeongguks sweaty bangs. Youre usually so strong, and confident, and dominant. And
right now youre vulnerable and sweet, and I like that.
Jeongguk chuckles softly. Enjoy it while it lasts, because as soon as Im healthy again youre
going to be my bitch again.
Taehyung winces and his smile falls down from his face, and Jeongguk knows hes hit a nerve.
He suddenly feels guilt overwhelm him as Taehyung stares down at his hands, now gripping
tightly on the sheets of Jeongguks unmade bed, and he sits up with a lot of effort, because hes
feeling like shit to get to Taehyungs eye level and run his fingertips through the smooth skin on
Taehyungs cheekbone.
Shit, Tae, sorry, I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable, I Taehyung just shakes his head
and meets his gaze, biting the skin of his lip, nervously. Are you alright?
Yeah, just dont ever call me something like that, okay? Not bitch, or slut, or something like
that, he says. Can we please talk about something else?
Yeah, sure, baby, Jeongguk replies, moving his hand to intertwine his fingers with Taehyungs.
Tell me about stuff that makes you happy, okay?
Taehyung squeezes Jeongguks fingers softly as Jeongguk lays back on the mattress, and he hums
for a moment, thoughtful. Hoseok hyung, he says eventually. Hoseok hyung makes me so
happy. He cares about me so much and he fixes up everything I fuck up. Hes been taking care of
me for as long as I can remember and I owe him so much.
Im glad he does, Jeongguk mutters, and Taehyung just smiles. What else?
Jimin, too, he says. Hes the bestest friend ever. Sometimes it feels more like hes my brother,
you know? I couldnt picture life without him. He knows me better than I know myself and I
know him better than he knows himself, too. I think hes half of my soul, in a way.
Youre so lucky, Tae. I wish I had something like that too, he mumbles distractedly.
You also make me happy, he hears Taehyung say, and when he looks to the elders face his
gaze is locked on their laced fingers. You make me feel like Im precious and worthy, and I
havent felt like that in a long time.
You are precious and you are worthy.
And you are cheesy.
But you love it, says Jeongguk, and for a moment his heart stops, because what if that was the
wrong thing to say? What if he scares Taehyung away? He doesnt think hell ever be able to go
back to living without Taehyung, not now that he knows what having him in life is like. Not now
that he knows hes important for me, that he makes him happy.
But all of his worries seem to go away when Taehyung attempts and fails to hide a bright smile
biting his bottom lip, and Jeongguk thinks that maybe its because hes feverish, but hes never
seen him look quite as beautiful as he does right now. In fact, he thinks hes never seen anyone
look as beautiful as Taehyung looks just now, in his bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a ratty

sweatshirt, but smiling the brightest.

I might do, concludes Taehyung, and maybe, just maybe, Jeongguk is dying a little inside.

***

When Taehyung calls Jeongguk one night in the middle of April, telling Jeongguk he doesnt
have to work today but needs to go to the Boreas and bring both Seokjin and Namjoon, the first
thing that crosses Jeongguks mind is that maybe Taehyung is throwing another weed party, like
the one the second time Taehyung and him had met.
He sighs when he hangs up, because no matter how much he asks Taehyung wont tell him why,
but he tells Seokjin to call Namjoon. What he doesnt expect when the three of them get to the
club is to see Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok waiting for them in the corridors of the back
of the club, instead of getting high in one of the resting room.
What are you doing here? he asks as Taehyung wraps his arms around his middle. He hears
someone make gagging sounds, and he guesses its Yoongi.
Were going to party in my own club! chirps Taehyung excitedly.
Jeongguk smirks, because he has never seen anyone from his friends partying in the Boreas. He
has, sometimes, when Taehyung was too busy with other people to call him, so he went to the
dancefloor and found a random person to grind against, so its been a long time ever since.
We should get the party going, laughs Hoseok, reaching for something in his pocket. He then
smiles and takes out a small plastic bag with colorful pills. Got it.
Woah, dude, says Seokjin, frowning. Are you sure we should take that?
Relax, hyung, laughs Jimin. Everything Hobi gets is high quality, right baby? he says,
looking at Yoongi.
Right, confirms the blonde.
Seokjin stills looks unconvinced, but Namjoon steps closer and reaches out. Lets see what you
have to offer, huh? he says, raising his eyebrow.
(Jeongguk can see Seokjin lick his lips, because Namjoon is doing the eyebrow thing, and
Jeongguk cant count the amount of times Seokjin has told him how badly he wants to get on his
knees for Namjoon when he does the eyebrow thing when he was too high to care or thought
Jeongguk was too high to remember.)
Namjoon is the first one to take a pill, followed by Taehyung and then Jimin, who kisses Yoongi,
which makes Jeongguk think that maybe he wasnt the one to take the pill after all.
Why do you have to be so gross all the time, complains Hoseok, grimacing.
Suck it up, says Jimin, taking another pill and keeping it in his mouth this time.
Jeongguk laughs, but when he goes to get his own pill he realizes Taehyung is right beside him,
holding a pink pill on his fingers and raising an eyebrow at him.

Say ahh, he says, a smug small on his lips.

Jeongguk doesnt say ahh, but opens his mouth and Taehyungs fingers get inside his mouth and
drop the pill on his tongue. He bites softly in the digits and swirls the tip of his tongue around
them, making Taehyung bite his plump lips.
God, youre all so disgusting, groans Hoseok as Seokjin and he bring a pill to their mouths, too.
Lets go before someone decides to put a pill on someones mouth with his dick, or something
like that.
Yoongi snorts and Taehyung smacks Hoseoks head, but they make their way to the dancefloor
either way. Jeongguk isnt surprised when Namjoon curls his arms around Seokjins waist
halfway there, or when they start to grind against each other once theyre surrounded in sweaty
bodies and the beat of the music.
He is feeling dizzy, and when he turns around he sees Jimin with his arms wrapped around
Taehyungs neck, both dancing and laughing happily. An arm rests over his shoulder, and then
Hoseok is yelling on his ear. Come on, Jeonggukie! he shouts, his voice hoarse. Lets see if
you can party as hard here as you party in the booth, alright?
Hes dancing with Yoongi and Hoseok when the excited screams of the latter startle him again.
Jiminnie and Taehyungie are making out again, he says, laughing.
His head snaps to the direction where Hoseok is looking at, and he frowns when he sees Jimin
and Taehyung kissing while they keep laughing in each others mouths.
What the fuck are they doing, asks Jeongguk, annoyed.
They just do it for fun, shrugs Yoongi. Dont think too hard about it, I think its more like a
friendly make out than a sexual one.
That doesnt make Jeongguk feel any better. You arent jealous? asks he, remembering how
possessive Yoongi had gotten over Jimin the first night he went over to the Boreas.
I know it doesnt mean anything. I mean, theyve already fucked and I know for a fact that none
of them wants that to happen again, chuckles Yoongi. Besides, I trust Jimin. My jealousy days
are over, man, he says, patting Jeongguks chest. But you are jealous, I see.
I he starts. He could make out with me. He hasnt made out with me since his fucking
birthday, and now he goes kissing his friends right in front of me when he knows Im almost
dying here. Does he suck Hoseoks dick in a friendly way, too? he says, and he knows hes
being childish and immature, but it bugs him.
Careful, man, says Yoongi, warning on his voice. I have a feeling youre going to fuck up real
bad here.
Jeongguk clenches his jaw and nods, but approaches Hoseok. Give me another pill.
Are you sure? he asks, frowning. Jeongguk nods. Youve just had the first one.
Just give it to me, he snaps.
Hoseok bites his lip, but gives Jeongguk the pill and the younger turns around to leave.
Hes not going to make a scene because hes not thirteen, but he isnt going to stay and watch
either, he reasons as he puts the pill under his tongue. He just doesnt understand why Taehyung

refuses to be with him saying hes not ready but then sucks face with Jimin right in front of his
fucking face.
Hes trying to get lost in the crowd when he feels slim fingers wrapping around his wrist. Where
are you going? asks a voice on his ear, and Jeongguks stomach twists.
To find someone to dance with, he asks, turning around to face a smiling Taehyung.
Dance with me, dummie, he says, turning his back to Jeongguks chest and kissing his jaw.
You always get angry when I have parties, he whines as he swings his hips against Jeongguks.
Youre so jealous.
Maybe if you didnt make out with everyone but me I wouldnt get jealous, he huffs, and
Taehyung laughs. That bothers him even further, because its not funny.
Is Jimin everyone? Wow, he says, dropping a kiss on Jeongguks jaw. You dont have to be
jealous over Jiminnie out of all people, you know.
You know I want to be with you but you keep telling me now because youre not ready, says
Jeongguk, letting go of Taehyungs hips as the elder turns around to face him, frowning. But
then you start making out with Jimin when you know Im watching. It fucking hurts, Taehyung, I
feel like youre teasing me. I dont think theres much more I can give you.
If youre so eager to get laid why dont you just find someone to fuck? spits Taehyung. Since
that seems to be all you fucking care about.
Youre being unfair, Taehyung! he yells. You cut me off the moment I let you know how I
felt. I dont want to be your friend, Taehyung, he snaps. Maybe I should find someone to fuck,
is that what youre doing, too? You fuck other people while I take care of you and act as your
fucking best friend?
Fuck off, Jeongguk, he says, hurt on his face.
Guess I couldnt expect much more from the guy who fucked twelve guys on a week, he adds.
And he immediately regrets it, when he sees the way Taehyungs face falls when he hears that. He
instantly grabs Taehyungs wrist, but the elder is yanking his arm hard enough to hurt both of
them. Taehyung, wait, I
Youre just like everybody else. You think Im just a fucking slut and just want a quick fuck.
Fuck you, Jeongguk! he says, punching Jeongguks chest. You can rot in hell.
Tae, please
Go away before I call security to kick you out, he screams, and Jeongguk can feel in his voice
hes about to cry.
He stays there for a moment, watching Taehyung disappear into the crowd, and his souls breaks a
little. He finds Seokjin and Namjoon and they send him odd looks.
Where is Taehyung?
I I messed up, chokes Jeongguk. Oh my god, I messed up.
Jeongguk? asks Jimin, untangling himself from Yoongis body. Are you alright.
He he hates me. Taehyung hate me.

Jimin holds Jeongguks face in his hands and says, What did you do?
Im so stupid, god, Jimin he manages to say. I slut shamed him.
Jimin licks his teeth and nods. You are a fucking idiot, he says. He then looks at Seokjin. You
should take him home. Ill try to talk to Taehyung, but Im not sure I can fix this.
I want to talk to him, snaps Jeongguk.
Youre going to go home and stop causing trouble, says Yoongi.
It wasnt that big of a deal, anyway.
If that was the only thing your father you had heard your father tell you for the last five years it
would be a big deal for you, hisses Hoseok. Go away, Jeongguk. Dont make it worse.
Come on, Guk, says Seokjin, throwing an arm over Jeongguks shoulders. Well call a cab and
were going home, alright?
Jeongguk doesnt think of anything else. He doesnt think of anything while Namjoon and
Seokjin wait outside with him, he doesnt think of anything else while hes inside the cab leaning
against Namjoon, and doesnt think of anything else when he gets home and flops on his bed. He
doesnt want to think.
When he wakes up the next morning he finds four texts sent from Jimin.

Jimin | 4:32 am
sorry guk he doesnt really want to see you
we tried to convince him but
give him some time, yeah?
i think he really wants you, just so you know

The events from the past night rush into his mind and he has to swallow the lump on his throat. It
doesnt feel okay. He doesnt feel okay.
He doesnt overthink it too much when he dials Hoseoks number, the usually cheerful mans
voice hoarse and low. Im not talking to Taehyung for you.
I dont want you to, says Jeongguk, swallowing hard. I need to take a couple days off.
Please?
Hoseok sighs. Whatever. Just fix it, alright? You made him happy. There arent many things
that make Taehyung happy.
Ill try my best. I need to go home for a few days, first, shrugs Jeongguk.
Sure, replies Hoseok. But dont be a coward, Jeongguk. None of you deserve to be lonely.
Even if youre douchebag and hes a dumbass.

Jeongguk tries to laugh, but it ends up as a noise that sounds half like a sob and half like a choke,
but if Hoseok realizes he doesnt say anything.
Jeongguk breathes deeply and picks up a travel bag, throwing some clothes inside of it. He
doesnt plan to say in Busan for more than a couple days, so the bag is half empty when he goes
over to Seokjins room.
Hyung? Jeongguk asks. He can see Namjoon on the bed, too. Im going to Busan.
Seokjin hums. Tell your mother I said hi. Jeongguk nods. You want my car, dont you?
Jeongguk nods again, smiling a bit, amazed at how well Seokjin knows him. The car key is on
the kitchen table. Drive safe, alright?
Thanks, hyung, he whispers.
Jeongguk loves driving. It takes him almost four hours to get to Busan from Seoul, and if either
Seokjin or his mother discover that he didnt stop not even once to rest they will kill him, but he
cant wait any longer. He hasnt realized he misses his mother so much until he decideds he needs
to see her in that exact moment. He just hopes she is home at the moment, because he needs one
of her hugs right now. One of those hugs that make your soul feel warm. He parks the car in front
of his childhood house and makes his way to the front door, pressing the doorbell.
The door opens and he can see the shock on his mothers face. Hi, he says smiling, waving his
right hand.
Jeongguk, exclaims his mother, wrapping her arms around Jeongguks shoulders and
enveloping him in a hug that crushes his bones. He hugs his mother delicate frame and buries his
face on her neck, sniffing the familiar scent. Home. My boy. What are you doing here?
I needed to come home, he mutters. A lot has happened since I last came, eomma.
His mother holds him even tighter on her arms, and Jeongguk can see the pain in that gesture. Of
course a lot has happened, it has been almost a year. He should go home more often. Hell, he
should call more often. His mother is alone in Busan, and he knows she gets lonely sometimes,
but no matter how many times he has told himself to do it he never does.
You sound sad, baby, says his mother, untangling herself from Jeongguk and taking his hands
to bring him inside, guiding him to the small couch on their even smaller living room. What is
going on, Guk?
Jeongguk takes a deep breath. Ive never said it out loud, he laughs nervously.
And its true, because he hasnt told anyone yet about this realization. He hasnt even let himself
acknowledge it yet, turning it in just a thought at the back of his mind that he was too scared to
face. But he doesnt want to be scared anymore. He wants to be brave now.
I fell in love, eomma. And god, doesnt it feel good. Its like lifting a heavy weight from his
shoulders. He fell in love, he is in love with Kim Taehyung. But he managed to ruin it. I fell in
love and then I fucked up.
Oh, baby, says his mother, smiling softly. Who is she?
Its a he, admits Jeongguk, looking down at his hands. He has never told his mother about his
sexuality, but he assumes she knows. She doesnt seem surprised, just nods encouragingly, and
Jeongguk keeps talking. Hes amazing, mom. Ive never met anyone as fascinating as him, but I
fucked up. Im a mess and he doesnt even want to see me anymore.

But what happened, Jeongguk?

Jeongguk hesitates for a moment, but he ends up telling her everything. He tells her how he met
Taehyung and how he slept with him the first night. He tells her about the party he doesnt
mention the fact that there was weed involved, because after shes still his mother, and its already
embarrassing enough to tell her everything else, so he decides she doesnt have to find out about
the drugs, about the job, everything. When hes done hes crying, and his mother is wiping the
tears away from his face.
Oh, Jeongguk, he whispers. You need to talk to him, honey. You need to apologize.
But I hurt him, he sobs. I hurt him and he doesnt want to know anything about me anymore,
eomma.
Jeongguk, we hurt the people that we love sometimes, says his mother, brushing his hair with
her slim fingers. Of course that you wont make him stop hurting just saying youre sorry, but at
least hell know you regret it. An apology doesnt undo the harm, but at least is better than waiting
for things to solve themselves.
I dont think he wants to talk to me at all, to be honest, he mutters.
If he loves you as much as you love him, which Im sure he does, hell talk to you.
God, Im such a prick, laughs Jeongguk bitterly.
You are, indeed. I didnt raise you to be like that.
Eomma, whines Jeongguk. His mother laughs.
It feels nice, he thinks. He doesnt feel like a twenty three year old man anymore, not like a grown
up. This whole situation reminds him so much of his childhood. When he realized that his
neighbor Momo was suddenly very beautiful and he developed a small crush on her, or when
Mina from the dance lessons he attended when he was fifteen confessed to him and he just didnt
know what to do. He feels safe, but he feels like a kid all over again. He doesnt think that people
his age are supposed to ask their mothers advice for their love life, but it comes natural to him.
His mother is his best friend, in a way. He remembers telling Taehyung he was so lucky for
having Hoseok and Jimin on his life, but he already has his own best friends on his mom, and hes
not afraid to shout it from the rooftops.
He goes back to Seoul two days later right after lunch, with his sleep schedule completely messed
up and a happy smile on his face. He drives all the way to Seoul on Seokjins old car and greets
his roommate when he gets home. He talks to him about his mother and how things are back in
Busan.
Are you going to the Boreas tonight? asks Seokjin. Jeongguk isnt dumb, and he knows that
what Seokjin really means to ask is are you going to see Taehyung tonight?
Yeah, I do, he answers. I think its about time I fix what I messed up, huh?
Seokjin chuckles, and the elders soft laughter relaxes Jeongguk, because it feels like home and
happy nights with Seokjin before Taehyung entered in his life and took the immense majority of
his life. Lazy nights when they both were too tired to go out, staying at home and laughing at
whatever was on tv at three in the morning.
There was a time when Jeongguk clung to those moments, and whenever Seokjin chose to spend

time with Namjoon he felt a bit hurt, because he desperately needed to be loved. Now he
understands, because he figures that what Seokjin feels for Namjoon is what he feels for
Taehyung, maybe even stronger.
I barely recognize the young Jeonggukie who would hide under the bed every time he broke a
plate, he says, fond clear on his face, and Jeongguk smiles softly. I hope everything works out,
Guk.
It will, hyung, he replies, more to convince himself than to convince Seokjin. Can I, uhm, take
your car again?
Seokjin, obviously, says yes, and Jeongguk gives him his brightest smile and thanks him before
storming out of the room to get ready to go to the club. After taking a shower and dressing up he
stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out if hes changed a bit on the
outside for the past few months. His mother had said he looked sad, but he doesnt think he does
anymore. His eyes arent puffy anymore, but there are still purplish bags under his eyes from the
sleep he isnt having, and he looks tired. He also thinks he looks softer, kind of. At least, he feels
softer.
When he gets to the Boreas, Hoseok stares at him as if he were an alien. Jeongguk? he asks,
clearly on disbelief.
Hi, replies Jeongguk, waving awkwardly.
We didnt think youd come back, he says, frowning.
Oh, comes Jeongguks voice. I told you I just needed a couple of days. Besides, I want to
you told me to fix it, remember?
I honestly didnt think you would, shrugs Hoseok. See, we already have a DJ for tonight. We
honestly didnt think you would show up.
As in Taehyung and you? Jeongguk asks, because he wants to know who we stands for. He
wants to know what Taehyung thinks about this situation.
Yes, he nods, for a moment looking devasted. He is sure he wont see you ever again, you
know? I think hell be happy to know you stopped by.
Cant I talk to him? he asks. Since I dont have to work today, and all. Wait, the job is still
mine, right? After today.
Hoseok chuckles. Yeah, sure, its still yours. But you cant talk to Taehyung now, hes with
someone. Jeongguk frowns. Its not like that, Jeongguk, god, remember where being all jealous
got you last time? adds Hoseok, rolling his eyes.
Im going to see him anyway, says Jeongguk, turning around to leave Hoseoks office.
He ignores Hoseok when he yells Jeongguk, wait! behind him, and pays no attention to the weird
look Jimin sends him when he walks past him on the way to Taehyungs office, just
muttering hi before stopping to greet him properly.
He doesnt get nervous until hes stepping into the elevator to Taehyungs office. God, he has
been thinking so much about what hes going to tell him, but he still doesnt know how he can
convince Tae about giving him another chance. He probably thinks hes a piece of trash, and its
not hard to wonder why.

His train of though is interrupted when he hears a muffled, deep voice from inside the office that
definitely doesnt sound kind at all.
fucking cockslut, arent you? All know to do is get fucked up the ass, youre such an
embarrassment to this family.
He freezes on the spot, the elevator stops and he can hear the loud siren inside of Taehyungs
office, indicating someone is on the elevator waiting to enter.
Go away, calls Taehyungs voice, and Jeongguk has never heard him like that. His voice is
hoarse and broken, halfway between a sob and a scream, and Jeongguks heart breaks a little.
Taehyung, its Jeongguk, he calls. Theres no way hes leaving if he knows Taehyung is like
that. He knows its none of his business what Taehyung and his father talk about, but he cant just
turn around and pretend he didnt hear anything. He already hurt Taehyung once, hes not going
to turn his face and pretend he didnt see anyone hurt him again. Im not going anywhere. Open
the door.
Is that your fucking boyfriend, Taehyungie? says Taehyungs father again, and his voice is filled
with venom. Why dont you introduce him to your father?
Taehyung says something else, but his voice is too low for him to understand his words, and then
the elevator doors open and two pairs of eyes are on him. He instantly locks his gaze with
Taehyungs, who is standing behind his desk with red-rimmed eyes and a pained expression. His
hair is messy, and there are traces of eyeliner and mascara around his eyes.
He wants to walk over Taehyung and envelope him in his arms, tell him how wrong his father is,
tell him how wrong he, Jeongguk, had been just a couple of nights ago when he screwed up so
badly. He wants to apologize over and over. He wants to tell Taehyung that he loves him, but he
probably doesnt want to hear it. And it wouldnt be a smart move with his father right there,
anyway.
The moment his eyes leave Taehyungs frame to look at the man sitting in the chair right across
from the dask he swallows thickly, because he thinks he has never seen so much hate in someone.
Everything in Taehyungs father screams rage and fury, and for a moment Jeongguk is scared. He
then reminds himself he should probably step out of the elevator before the doors close and he
looks like an idiot, so he takes two steps forward, unavoidably approaching Taehyungs father.
Are you here to shove your dick up my sons ass? he asks, his voice cold and mocking.
Taehyung here has just said hes not your boyfriend, and it doesnt surprise me, he says, turning
to look at Taehyung, who lowers his gaze. You cant just stick to just one dick, right? You
fucking slut.
Taehyung lets out a sob so hoarse that Jeongguk can almost hear his chest break. Jeongguk wants
to die a little inside, because Taehyung should never be like this. The realization that he himself
wasnt better than Taehyungs father is right now breaks him inside, and he hopes he hadnt made
Taehyung cry like this. He hopes Taehyung knows he wasnt himself in that moment, because
hed hate himself otherwise.
Mr. Kim, he speaks up, trying his best not to snap at him. I think you should leave.
The man laughs bitterly, and Jeongguk clenches his fists. Are you trying to kick me out of my
own building? I knew that if you hung out around this bitch you should be as stupid as he is.
Jeongguk turns his head to look at Taehyung, and when he sees him wipe a tear from his cheek

and bite his lips he figures out Taehyung isnt going to say anything at all. Hes going to just stay
there and let his father call him names, degrade him, and it makes Jeongguks blood boil. Because
he has seen Taehyung stand up for himself against anyone, always proud, and bossy, and cheeky,
and this is probably the only person in the world able to make Taehyung feel small, and it isnt
right.
I dont care who owns the fucking building, he says, walking towards the desk, feeling
Taehyungs gaze on him, like a warning. Get out of here before I make you regret you came
here.
Its not like he actually considers hitting Taehyungs father. He really wants to, but he wont,
mostly because the guys lawyer team could probably make him pay more money than he owns if
he dares touch him. He just wants to get his message across, maybe scare him a little. Jeongguk
knows hes ripped, and he knows he can be pretty scary when he wants to.
Taehyungs fathers eyes widen, and he says, Are you really going that far to stand up for this
whore? He faces Taehyung again. If only your mother saw what youve become, he spits.
Dad, bawls Taehyung, and thats too much.
Jeongguk slams his fist over the table before he can stop himself, shattering the glass. Get the
fuck away from here, now, he growls, staring down at the mans eyes and ignoring the sharp
pain on his hand.
Taehyungs father gasps and looks at him, but quickly stands up and makes his way to the
elevator. He opens his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but quickly changes his mind
and steps into the elevator, leaving Taehyung and Jeongguk alone.
What the fuck was that? asks Taehyung, furiously rubbing his eyes.
I Are you okay? he asks, seeing as Taehyung flops on his chair, looking for something in his
drawers.
Do I look fucking okay? he snaps, taking a first aid kit and standing up, walking to the couch.
And know I have to play nurse because you decided that punching my glass desk would be a
fucking good idea. Come here and stop bleeding all over my floor, will you?
Im sorry, he mutters, wrapping his hand on his tee and following Taehyung. I wanted to
help.
Well, you got him to leave, so thank you, says Taehyung, avoiding Jeongguks gaze and
focusing on the youngers hand, taking it into his and looking for glass pieces on his wounds. I
guess I liked that table.
You dont have to pretend you dont care. I know youre hurting right now.
What makes you think you know me that well? he asks, cleaning his hand with peroxide.
I know I do, Tae, he says softly. Im so sorry about what happened the other night. I didnt
mean it.
Well, if you knew me as well as you think you do you wouldnt have said it, snaps Taehyung
again, and Jeongguk can feel hes on the verge of tears again. It doesnt matter if you meant it,
because you said it. Im tired of hearing what a slut I am, thank you very much.
Jeongguk swallows as Taehyung disposes the cotton he was using to clean his injuries and grabs a

bandage. Taehyung, please, he mumbles. Dont push me away.

You pushed yourself away.
I know I was an asshole, Tae, he says as Taehyung wraps the bandage around his hand. I
know that I fucked up, but I want you to give me another chance.
And why should I do that? snaps Taehyung, holding the bandage in place with some tape.
Why would I fucking want to do that, Jeongguk?
Because I love you, blurts Jeongguk, making Taehyungs eyes widen. I love you so fucking
much, and Im so sorry about what I did, but I was kind of hoping you would love me, too.
You cant love me, says Taehyung, shaking his head and starting to stand up, but Jeongguk
holds his hands. You dont know what youre saying, Jeongguk.
Tae, I dont need you to define what my feelings for you are. Ive never been so sure about
anything in my life, he says, cupping the elders cheek and lifting his head, frowning when he
sees his eyes are full of tears.
Why would you love me, Jeongguk? asks Taehyung. Theres nothing to love about me, he
sobs.
No, baby, he rushes to say, wiping the tears away from Taehyungs cheeks with his thumbs.
Dont you ever say that. Youre smart, and funny, and one of the loveliest and purest people Ive
ever met, Tae. Theres nothing I dont love about you, you hear me? Dont cry, baby.
Jeongguk, he pants. My f-father is right, Jeongguk. Im just a slut, Jeongguk, you cant love
me, I
Why are you listening to him?
Because he is my dad
So what? asks Jeongguk, frustrated. When I was three my dad decided my mother and I
werent worthy of his love and disappeared. But he was wrong, Taehyung, just like your father is.
The amount of people you have sex with does not define you, alright? And the gender of the
people you decide to fuck doesnt make you unworthy of love, Taehyung, what the hell?
But
I know you know that, Tae, he whispers. Why do you let him get to you like that? Hes the
one who doesnt deserve to be loved, Taehyung, not you. You are wonderful and only deserve
good things, alright? Jeongguk wishes now more than ever that he was any good at comforting
people, because watching Taehyung cry breaks his heart in a way he cant explain. I love you.
I God, Jeongguk, I love you too, blurts Taehyung, his lips curving upwards. He swallows
thickly, and Jeongguk swears he could die right now. Taehyung loves him. Taehyung loves him.
He had figured that much already, but god, it feels so good to hear it. I think were ready.
Its more a question than an affirmation, but it somehow is everything Jeongguk needs. He knows
what Taehyung means, that conversation on Taehyungs bed coming instantly to his mind. Its not
like hes been obsessing over it ever since they talked about it, not at all. Its not like hes been
trying to figure out why they werent ready at the time, but it doesnt matter. They are now, and
thats everything that Jeongguk can think about as he drops one of the hands on Taehyungs
cheeks to intertwine their fingers, and pulls closer Taehyung with the other at the same time he

leans in.
The moment Jeongguks lips touch Taehyungs, the four months that have passed since they last
kissed seem to suddenly disappear. Their mouths mold together like they were craved to be
pressed against each other, their lips moving against each other in the most perfect and delicious
harmony. Jeongguk feels chills down his spine, because hes not just kissing Taehyung now. Hes
kissing Taehyung, the man whom he loves and who loves him just as much in return. Hes kissing
Taehyung, who is a little bit broken but is still perfect.
Hands wander over necks and chests, sighs die in each others mouths, and Jeongguk feels like if
the world ended right now he would be happier than hes ever been. Its bittersweet, he thinks, the
way this night went. He wished he couldve find Taehyung alone and just apologize, and kiss him
sweetly and laugh against his lips, but this is better. This is a kid full of intention and promises,
promises that Jeongguk plans to keep.
Taehyung is the first one to pull away, resting his forehead against Jeongguks, his eyes still
closed. I missed you, he mumbles, his lips brushing against Jeongguks. I missed you this past
few days, and I missed the way you kiss me the past few months.
I missed you too, replies Jeongguk, his thumb stroking the soft skin on Taehyungs fingers.
Tae he adds, feeling nervous suddenly.
Yeah? he asks, his eyes fluttering open and narrowing to look at Jeongguk. He pulls away, to
look at the younger without being cross-eyed, and Jeongguk rubs the back of his head.
Can I He coughs awkwardly. I want to make love to you.
For a moment he regrets saying those words, because they make him feel cheesy and vulnerable,
but when he sees the way Taehyungs eyes soften and the small, content smile on his pretty pink
lips everything is worth it. Hed kill to see that smile.
Aw, says Taehyung, holding Jeongguks head with both his hands and pressing another kiss to
his lips, throwing his body over Jeongguks on the sofa and making him lay on his back. When
did you get so cheesy? he giggles.
Tae, he whines.
Hes been fantasizing about how having Taehyung again would feel for the last months, but what
he had imagined is nowhere near the actual thing. He feels a warm sensation spread on his chest
as Taehyung smiles at him, eyes bright and happy despise the fact they theyre still a bit puffy and
red-rimmed. Taehyungs fingers run through his hair, and although its not something that he isnt
used to, it makes him burn inside. Every single thing Taehyung is doing makes him ache, because
he feels the love deep on his bones.
Gukkie, Taehyung mumbles, kissing Jeongguk again and again. He repeats his name in
between kisses, like a mantra, and Jeongguk never thought that he would like so much the sound
of his name on someones lips. I want you to take me home, and I want you to prove to me how
much you love me.
I can do that, he says, holding Taehyungs waist and sitting up on the couch.
Yeah? asks Taehyung, laughing against his lips.
Mmm, he hums in confirmation. Im going to do it so slow Ill keep you awake until the sun is
up in the sky, babe, he says as Taehyung drops small, wet kisses on his jawline. I want to make
you mine.

Then stop talking, says Taehyung on his ear, right before biting his earlobe playfully, and
Jeongguk melts.
He stops talking, because hed do anything Taehyung asked him to do.
Jeongguk drives them both to Taehyungs apartment in Seokjins car while Taehyung calls
Hoseok to let him now that hes going home with Jeongukkie, and Jeongguk swears Taehyung
shines when he says that.
They stumble into Taehyungs penthouse tangled in each other, Jeongguks fingers on the loops
of Taehyungs jeans and Taehyungs arms wrapped around Jeongguks neck, pulling him
incredibly closer to share slow, deep kisses.
Eventually being pressed against each other stops being enough, and Jeongguk slips his hands
under Taehyungs thighs and lifts him up, the elders legs curling around his waist. Jeongguk
takes him to his bedroom like this, never letting go of each others lips, and lays him on the bed,
hovering over him on his hands and knees.
What do you want, Tae? he asks, and the way Taehyungs eyes widen tells him that hes not
often asked this during sex. Anything you want, baby.
I mutters Taehyung, raising his gaze to look at Jeongguk, his eyes bright. I want you to
make me feel beautiful, he says, his hands wandering on Jeongguks sides.
Thats shouldnt be difficult. You are beautiful, murmurs Jeongguk, unbuttoning Taehyungs
silk shirt as he presses kisses his mouth tenderly. The first time I saw you I thought you were too
beautiful to be real, he adds, his fingertips brushing down the exposed skin of Taehyungs torso,
making him hiss and arch in the bed.
Jeongguk, he whimpers, and Jeongguk hums questioningly. Touch me, please.
The sound of Taehyungs hoarse voice begging and the sight of him arching on the mattress for
him, aching for his touch goes straight to Jeongguks core, making arousal wash over him.
But Im touching you, baby, he says as he slides his fingernails over Taehyungs sides, making
him shiver under him. Im right here.
Youre teasing me, corrects Taehyung, holding Jeongguks nape and pulling him down for a
needy kiss. I thought youd do whatever I asked you to.
But I told you I would take it slow, he says, dropping openmouthed, wet kisses on the soft skin
of Taehyungs neck as his fingers run down his abdomen.
The only person to ever fuck me slow was Jimin and it was because none of us knew how to do
shit at the moment, whines Taehyung, and Jeongguk frowns at him.
Dont talk about Jimin when were about to have sex, Taehyung, groans Jeongguk, and
Taehyung giggles, mumbling sorry, sorry.
Jeongguk kisses Taehyung again, sitting both of them up so he can get rid of both Taehyungs
shirt and his own blood stained tee, throwing them to the floor. He sits Taehyung on his lap, and
the elder rolls his hips, grinding down on him.
I cant wait to have you inside me again, pants Taehyung as Jeongguk kisses his collarbones.
Filling me up, making me feel whole.

Jeongguk moans as he sucks a red mark on Taehyung, his hips jerking up slightly as he feels
himself getting hard inside of his tight, black leather pants. His hands, previously holding
Taehyungs waist, make their way to the zipper on Taehyungs ripped jeans, undoing it slowly
while he keeps kissing him.
Dont be like this, whines Taehyung.
Youre so eager, says Jeongguk, pressing his hand on the others chest to make him lay on his
back on the bed.
Im thirsty, giggles Taehyung as Jeongguk kisses him again, lifting his hips and allowing
Jeongguk to get his jeans off. Dick me down, baby, he adds, turning around to lay on his
stomach, wiggling his ass on the air.
Youre skipping all the fun parts, says Jeongguk, lowering Taehyungs underwear until the
middle of his thighs as the elder gets on his elbows and knees, spreading his legs open. What do
you want me to do, Tae? he repeats, squeezing Taehyungs asscheeks and making him whimper.
Eat me out? Is more a question than an order, but Jeongguk is more than happy to oblige. He
bites softly on the flesh on Taehyungs round buttocks, kissing lightly the skin until he gets to his
hole, and Taehyungs breath catches. What are you waiting for, he whines, impatiently, making
Jeongguk chuckle and drop a kiss right over the ring of muscles. Dont just kiss it. Lick it, suck it,
fuck He moans right when Jeongguk teases the rim with his tongue, the words dying on his
mouth.
I know how to eat ass, says Jeongguk before licking eagerly at Taehyungs entrance. Youre
so tight, baby.
Taehyung pushes against Jeongguks face at the words, twisting his arm awkwardly to get his
hand to the back of Jeongguks head. I wanted to be tight for you, whimpers Taehyung.
Youfuck, Jeongguk, ngh you always used to say I was stretched. Am I tight enough for you
know, babe?
I liked you when you were stretched, he says, wrapping his hands around Taehyungs hips and
turning him around. He removes completely Taehyungs underwear and gazes at his now naked
body. How long has it been since someone had you like this, Tae? he asks as Taehyung spreads
his legs for him, unbuttoning his pants and getting rid of both them and his briefs.
You you were the last, moans Taehyung as Jeongguk thumbs at his spit-slicked hole. Before
my birthday.
Jeongguk hums and grabs the back of Taehyungs thighs. Taehyung, how is your flexibility?
Taehyung gives him a confused look before Jeongguk pushes his thigs up, bending him on a half
and licking a long stripe from his hole to the base of his balls.
God, Jeongguk, youre His words are interrupted when Jeongguk licks the ring of muscle
again, mouthing at his forearm to muffle his moans.
Jeongguk eats him out eagerly, until Taehyung is sobbing and squirming under his mouth, trying
to get his tongue deeper on his ass, and Jeongguk can feels his own cock aching from desire.
You look so pretty like this, he says, sitting on his heels and pumping his dick, hard and leaking
precome. I cant wait to make you mine.

Im already yours, replies Taehyung. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess, but he is
determined. He sits up and leans in to kiss Jeongguk, slow and deep. Ive been yours for a
while.
Jeongguk hums and wraps his fingers around Taehyungs ankles, rubbing circles on the bone with
his thumbs. I love your legs, he mutters, his hands wandering up Taehyungs calves and thighs.
He can feel the elder shivering. Theyre so long and pretty. I love when theyre wrapped around
my waist when I fuck into you.
Taehyung moans and squirms against him, looking for some friction on his neglected cock.
Jeongguk, please, I need
Shush, baby, he says, dragging his thumb over Taehyungs bottom lip. I love your mouth. It
drives me crazy, how plump and pink it is. How beautiful your lips look wrapped around my cock
as I fuck into your pretty mouth. You know that, dont you? he says, sucking a mark on the
corner of Taehyungs jaw. Is that why youre always licking and biting your lips, baby? Because
you know it makes me crazy.
Taehyung moans again, grinding against Jeongguk. I cant wait any longer, please, Jeongguk,
begs Taehyung, his voice almost desperate.
But what do you want, Taehyung? he says, his hands running down the smooth skin on
Taehyungs stomach, curling around his cock. Use your words, he purrs, kissing the spot
behind his ear that he knows makes Taehyung melt against his body.
Fuck me, he almost chokes. I need you inside me. Now.
And even though Jeongguk loves the feeling that teasing Taehyung gives him, the way that
Taehyung begging for him makes him feel powerful, hes needy, too. Taehyung is a sobbing mess
right in front of him, his legs wide open for him and his back arching in the most delicious way,
and he feels his mouth water. He stares down at Taehyung, at his red cheeks and his swollen lips,
at the way his hands wander over his own stomach, aching to touch his hard cock and relieve
himself. He drinks in the sight, because Taehyung is everything hes ever wanted, and at this point
hes pretty sure he also is everything hell ever want.
Anything for you, baby, Jeongguk whispers on his ear as he pumps Taehyungs length twice,
thumbing at the slit and making him moan. He then gets up and walks over to the drawer where
he knows Taehyung keeps the lube and condoms, when Taehyungs voice startles him.
I want to feel all of you, he says, suddenly sounding embarrassed.
Jeongguk frowns at him, confused, until realization washes over him. You dont want to use a
condom?
Taehyung shakes his head, biting his lip and laying on his back again. Yeah, I Im clean. Are
you?
Yeah, he says, picking up the lube and going back to his place in between Taehyungs spread
legs. He kisses his kneecap and Taehyung giggles. God, youre so beautiful, he whispers, his
fingertips brushing the soft skin on Taehyungs inner thighs and making him shiver.
Jeongguk, whispers Taehyung, and Jeongguk looks at his face to see him nervously licking his
lips. Go easy on me, alright? I havent done this on a while.
I will, he says, squirming lube on his hands and warming it before circling his fingers on
Taehyungs entrance, making him sigh. Ill be gentle, baby, but I need you to relax for me.

I I dont know why I am so nervous, laughs Taehyung. Weve done this dozens of times
before, but it feels somehow different, if it makes sense.
Its different, he says, slowly poking into Taehyung as he feels him relax around his finger,
gasping. Were different now. Were in love.
Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk smiles at him. He works him open slowly and carefully, adding
fingers only when Taehyung practically begs him to, using a ridiculous amount of lube. Hes got
three fingers inside of Taehyung when the elder starts rocking his hips, fucking himself on
Jeongguks fingers and moaning curses.
You take my fingers so well, baby, he praises as he brushes the sweet spot inside of Taehyung,
making him hiss and arch. Youre so good to me, such a good boy.
Fuck me, replies Taehyung, his voice hoarse. Make love to me, Jeongguk.
Jeongguk growls and removes his fingers from inside of Taehyung, making him gasp. He takes
the lube and smears it on his length before using two fingers to slick up Taehyungs entrance.
Are you ready? he asks, pressing Taehyungs hole with the tip of his cock.
Yes, he says. Yes, come on, Jeongguk oh.
Jeongguk slowly pushes inside of Taehyung, trying to keep every single noise Taehyung makes
on his mind, trying to remember every single twitch on Taehyungs expression. He feels
Taehyung incredibly tight and warm around him now that theres no condom in between them,
and when he stops after sliding completely inside of him hes not sure if he does it to wait for
Taehyung to adjust or if he does because hes feeling both dizzy and overwhelmed.
You okay there? asks Jeongguk, brushing Taehyungs hair out of his forehead and kissing him,
slowly and deeply.
Yeah, says Taehyung when Jeongguk pulls away, nodding. Move, he encourages, his voice
low and soft.
Jeongguk presses a kiss to the corner of Taehyungs mouth before pulling out almost completely,
making Taehyung whine. He slams back deep, and keeps a slow pace that makes Taehyungs
eyes roll in toes curl, but keeps him wanting more.
The sound of their bodies rocking together and the moans falling from Taehyungs lips are almost
obscene, and Jeongguk finds it hard to keep it slowly, because there is something in the back of
his mind that tells him to grab Taehyungs hips and wreck him, fast and hard.
He grunts when Taehyung starts rocking against him, but pulls out, making the elder whine.
Come here, he growls as he sits on his heels.
Taehyung straddles him with his tights and kisses him deeply, slowly sinking over him until hes
completely filled with Jeongguk again. He wraps his arms around his neck and moans on his
mouth, as he starts bouncing over Jeongguk.
Keep it slowly, baby, mutters Jeongguk against Taehyungs lips, holding his hips to steady his
rhythm. Lets make it last, he says before devouring Taehyungs mouth with his again.
It feels more intimate than anything Jeongguk has ever done. His grip on Taehyungs hips is likely

to leave small bruises, and Taehyungs fingers are buried on Jeongguks hair, pulling the soft
strands after a particularly deep thrust that has him panting on Jeongguks mouth, both breathing
each others air.
I love you, whispers Jeongguk against Taehyungs lips, making them curl into a small smile. He
feels the urge to tell him every time he sinks down on him, every time a gasp leaves the elders
mouth.
Say it again, says Taehyung, throwing his head back and exposing the soft skin on his neck.
I love you, repeats Jeongguk before dropping open mouthed kisses on Taehyungs throat. I
love you so much, Taehyung.
Taehyung moans and rolls his hips in a way that makes Jeongguk groan, tightening his grip on
Taehyungs hip. Its unavoidable, he thinks as he starts jerking his hips to meet Taehyungs. Its
unavoidable to abandon to the sweet warm of Taehyung around him, to the way he clenches
around him and makes him see stars when he closes his eyes.
He wraps an arm around Taehyungs waist to hold him even tighter and sneaks his other hand
between their torsos to jerk Taehyung off, making him curse loudly.
Fuck Im so close, Guk, he says, his forehead resting against Jeongguks again.
Im close, too, replies Jeongguk, kissing him and smiling on Taehyungs lips when he pulls
away. Come for me, baby, he encourages.
Taehyung lets out a shaky laugh before burying his nails on the back of Jeongguks shoulders,
whimpering. It doesnt take long before hes coming over both their stomachs, painting them
white and clenching around Jeongguk in a way that sends him over the edge too, filling Taehyung
with his come.
I wow, whispers Taehyung against his lips, kissing him sweetly. That was amazing.
Jeongguk hums and holds Taehyungs thighs, laying him on his back and pulling out, making
Taehyung whine. Dont go, he protests when Jeongguk starts walking to the bathroom.
Ill be right back, he says before disappearing into the room. He comes back with a warm, wet
towel and wipes softly the come and lube on Taehyungs thighs and stomach, making him purr
and squirm in the sheets.
Come here, he says taking the towel from Jeongguks hands and throwing it to the floor, curling
his arms around Jeongguks neck and pulling him down for a kiss. I like it when you take care of
me, he mutters, spinning them around so hes laying half on top of Jeongguk, legs tangled with
his and head resting over his chest. Jeongguk hums, running his fingers through the soft strands of
Taehyungs hair, and Taehyung rests his chin on his chest, looking up at him. Youre still not a
pillow talker, are you?
Sorry, replies Jeongguk. Im just sleepy. Taehyung just sighs, and Jeongguk bites his lip.
Tae, you Youre mine, right?
So possessive, giggles Taehyung.
But are you?
As long as youre mine, too, he says, lifting up his gaze to look up at Jeongguk.

So, he says again. Are we boyfriends now?

Youre ruining the moment, says Taehyung, rolling his eyes. And were not. If you want to be
my boyfriend, you need to ask properly.
Why do I have to be the one to ask? whines Jeongguk, and Taehyung laughs.
Because you brought it up first, he answers, biting his lip.
Okay, Jeongguk gives in. Kim Taehyung
Youre asking me to be your boyfriend, not to marry you.
Kim Taehyung, repeats Jeongguk, a small smile on his lips. Will you be my boyfriend?
You know Justin Biebers song Boyfriend? You could
Taehyung, Jeongguk interrupts, rolling his eyes as a smile appears on his lips.
Taehyung laughs and rests on his elbow to drop a kiss on Jeongguks lips. The answer is yes,
dummie. Always yes.

***

There arent many things on his life Jeongguk is grateful for. The first one is still his mother. The
second one is that he gets to work at a very cool place and that his boss is pretty chill. The third
one is that his friends are amazing. And the fourth one, and probably the best, he realizes as he
takes the last box packed with his stuff into Taehyung's huge penthouse, is that he has found the
love of his life.

End Notes

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