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The music is loud around them where they sit in the back den, hiding from the party that’s gotten too big too fast. Smoke and heat fill the room despite the cracked windows, half empty cups and bottles covering the table between them. Soon the smoke will make the room hazy and drag in a yelling Yoongi, who will thrust open every window in complaint before taking whatever is handed to him with a ‘be cool man’ from Namjoon.
It’s a typical Friday night and like every Friday night, Jungkook sits on the old tattered couch between them all, enjoying the loud music and the fact that it allows him to ignore Hoseok.
Hoseok is his best friend and he would give him his left arm without hesitation, but there’s only so much teasing Jungkook can take before his face feels like it is going to melt off and he’ll be left looking like Harvey Dent. Which sounds pretty cool, but Jungkook isn’t sure it’s something he’s ready to commit to yet.
Every time he so much as glances at his best friend, he knows a joke is on its way. And it’s Jungkook’s fault. Hoseok’s caught him staring not one but three (ten) times but he can’t help it. His eyes aren’t listening to him. Every time they go off on their own and drift across the room, Jungkook tries telling himself to look away but his eyes are stubborn.
But who can really blame him? He doesn’t understand how anyone can stand in the same room as Taehyung and not stare lovingly at him. It’s impossible, it’s fake. It’s not truly Jungkook’s fault that Taehyung is the prettiest person on campus, probably the prettiest person to ever exist and Jungkook just happens to have eyes. It isn’t his fault that no matter how many people are in the room, Taehyung is the center of attention. Even if he’s off in the corner of the room where the light from the lamp hanging in the ceiling doesn’t reach and Jungkook is really the only one noticing him.
In all honesty, if anyone is to blame it’s Taehyung’s parents.
Jungkook realizes his eyes have drifted to Taehyung again at the thought. He’s effortlessly attractive in his too big of shirt that’s half tucked into his so ripped jeans that he might as well not be wearing anything. His red hair waved and sticking to his forehead from the heat. The veins in his arms stick out from the way he holds onto the man in front of him and Jungkook will deny that he’s looking more at the way Taehyung’s mouth moves than Taehyung himself.
He has a pretty mouth, heart shaped with plump lips that are always glistening. They’re slick now, but not because of chapstick or his habit of licking them. But because of the man in front of him, his tongue, and his apparent need to eat Taehyung’s face.
It’s an unfair thought because the man seems to be fine at kissing and Taehyung seems to enjoy it if the white of his knuckles every time he tugs the man in to deepen the kiss is any indication. But it’s just out of concern, because Jungkook knows Taehyung will be heartbroken if the man eats his lips and he can no longer kiss anyone. It’s perfectly normal of him to worry for his best friend, love of his life, roommate person.
Whatever. If anything is as routine as Yoongi whining about the room filling with smoke before he helps add to it is Taehyung slipping away sometime throughout the night to feed his kissing addiction. Even though Jungkook has lips and is usually in hands reach of Taehyung, he’ll disappear and reappear moments later with someone else. It’s fine.
It’s torture . Pure torture how much Taehyung loves to kiss. It’s like an interrogation tactic, how often Jungkook is subjected to watching Taehyung pull someone from the crowd of people to lock lips with. He thinks people could go mad from things like this. From this kind of hell. But despite the ripping of his insides and the forever internal bleeding, Jungkook can’t look away.
“Take a picture,” Hoseok says, shoving hard into his side as he wraps an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. As much as Jungkook wants to ignore Hoseok, Hoseok never lets him. “Oh wait, I already did for you.”
In a blur, Hoseok shows off his phone and the quickly snapped picture of Taehyung crowding the man up against the wall.
Jungkook yelps, snatching the phone to hastily delete it. Hoseok giggles, offering up a thin blunt pressed between his fingers to Jungkook’s lips as an apology. While Jungkook moves frantically, Hoseok is a man of ease as he sinks into the couch and watches Jungkook with too much amusement in his eyes.
“Do you know how creepy this is?” Jungkook asks as he deletes the photo, denying the blunt because he’s a little over the edge of tipsy and not trying to drown in being too fucked up tonight. Not when he has to walk Taehyung and his pretty mouth home because Jungkook is selfish and perhaps, maybe told Taehyung it makes him too nervous to walk alone in the dark at night.
He was a freshmen at the time, okay? He lied then and now it’s too late to take it back. He plans to one day, some day. It isn’t Jungkook’s fault that Taehyung can’t tell he’s perfectly comfortable walking at night.
“About as creepy as you drooling while watching him make out with some rando,” Hoseok huffs, voice tight with smoke. “Dude, you either need to go over there and tell him you need a good dickin’ or you need to find someone else to hook up with. We don’t want another biology class incident.”
Jungkook blames the heat from the crowded room on the way his cheeks turn hot. It wasn’t his fault. Taehyung had been watching him intently during his presentation on the Kaloula with a pencil between his lips and Jungkook just happened to be a bit distracted. Distracted enough by the way Taehyung edged his tongue over the side of his pencil like the demon he is that Jungkook’s pants perhaps, maybe became too tight.
Whatever, it wasn’t his fault. Pencils should be illegal and Taehyung should have never been given one.
“I don’t need to get laid or to get dicked down,” Jungkook denies. He wouldn’t mind getting kissed though. If the lips that he wanted to kiss weren’t currently being eaten. “ You need to get dicked down.”
“I do,” Hoseok sighs, blowing smoke into the air before his face twists into one of disgust. “Ew, Kook, if you’re asking me than I have to politely decline.”
Jungkook stares at him for a moment before he shoves him to the side. “No fucking way, man. I’d rather fuck Namjoon’s pet cactus than you.”
Hoseok chokes as he laughs, eyes tearing up. “Shh, don’t let him hear you.” He nudges his head to where Namjoon sits criss crossed on the floor, eyes heavy as he pretends to listen to whatever it is that Jimin is explaining to him. “That’s his housemate remember? Not pet. And it isn’t a cactus either, it’s a succulent .”
“ You’re a succulent,” Jungkook grunts as he swipes the blunt from Hoseok’s fingers.
They bicker back and forth until the smoke is thick between them and Hoseok’s gasping as the blunt burns low and singes his fingers. The music is still playing just as loud but the crowd has emptied to their regular crew. Yoongi’s forced all the windows open, but it does little to the smoke rising towards the ceiling.
Taehyung disappears at some point, only to return by throwing himself over the back of the couch and onto the spot next to Jungkook twenty minutes later. His hair sticks up around his head and his mouth -
God, maybe Jungkook can blame being high on the way he stares at Taehyung’s swollen mouth. His bottom lip is bruised, matching the purple blossoming right over his pulse.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets, shuffling his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. He tugs a little, giggling under his breath when Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “What’s happenin’?”
“Nothin’,” Jungkook replies. “Chillin’.”
Taehyung snorts loudly, knocking their shoulders together. “Oh interesting, tell me more.”
Hoseok opens his mouth like he’s going to and Jungkook stiff arms him hard, knowing that whatever is going to leave his lips isn’t good by the amusement in his eyes. Hoseok groans, swatting at him before pushing himself up to his feet.
“Sorry for being a great amazing friend and caring about the wellbeing of your dick, Jeon.”
He storms off and Jungkook has to hide his laughter behind his hand. He knows he’ll be back after he gets his fill of dancing. Ninety percent of their relationship is bickering and teasing. Jungkook swears he only ever glares at Hoseok, but it’s how they communicate their love.
“What’s wrong with your dick?” Taehyung asks as he snatches the bottle Jungkook’s been milking for the last hour out of his hands. Jungkook cringes, knowing the beer must taste nasty by now but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind.
“Nothing. Hobi thinks I need to get laid.”
Taehyung grins while he swallows and pinches Jungkook’s cheek. “You do. You popped a boner while talking about frogs the other day. I mean, I know you like frogs, but if you’re, like, into frogs -”
His eyes go wide and Jungkook groans, wanting to shove Taehyung too but he would never, ever. “Shut up. I’m not into frogs.”
“No judgement,” Taehyung says, raising his hands in front of himself. “If you wanna ribbit ribbit or whatever, go ahead man.”
Okay, maybe he would shove Taehyung.
“Oh you -”
Jungkook jumps from the couch after Taehyung, who springs across the floor like said frog to avoid Jungkook’s fists of fury.
By the end of the night, all frogs have been forgotten about as Taehyung swings his arms around Jungkook from the back. His lips are pouted as he whines and sags, leaning all of his weight onto Jungkook until he’s being pulled backwards.
“Carry me.”
“No,” Jungkook says. He won’t give in this time. He refuses. After a thousand and one frog jokes all night, Taehyung can walk.
“Please, Jungkookie, my legs are so tired.”
Taehyung drags his words out in a way that tells Jungkook he’s pouting. He whines Jungkook’s name in a way that makes Jungkook want to scoop Taehyung into his arms and carry him bridal style the rest of the way.
“No.”
There’s a wiggling that tugs Jungkook back further. Jungkook hardens the muscles of his arms and stomach, fighting against Taehyung’s weight. “Kookie, please. Want you to carry me.”
Jungkook sighs as Taehyung sinks lower, pulling his shirt some from his weight. He stops, sighing loudly in annoyance to mask the way his chest fills with so much fondness that it oozes out of every crevice of his body. “Okay, hop on.”
Taehyung cheers before he jumps up. They aren’t far from home now, somewhere between Yoongi’s and theirs, but Jungkook is feeling heavy from the late night and the weed he smoked. Taehyung is a nice heavy though, his arms tight around Jungkook’s chest and his thighs hard where Jungkook grips his legs to keep him secure.
“Did you have a nice night, Kookie? Fix the dilemma with your dick?”
Jungkook might drop him. “No. There was no dick dilemma to begin with.”
Taehyung giggles, shifting up Jungkook’s back and for a moment, Jungkook almost drops himself when Taehyung presses his lips against his neck to giggle there.
He hopes Taehyung stops because than there will be a dick dilemma for sure.
“It’s okay, Jungkookie. Happens to the best of us.”
It isn’t uncommon; the closeness, the grazing of lips. Taehyung is the most cuddly person Jungkook has ever met. He’s always fitting himself around or into Jungkook whenever Jungkook’s on the couch and even when he’s in his own bed. His arms are like a vice grip around him when he’s sleeping and his pouted lips are always rubbing and touching. It isn’t uncommon for Taehyung to grab Jungkook’s cheeks and kiss his forehead messily and noisily. He’s even got the blessing of a few cheek kisses before and Jungkook doesn’t know if Taehyung is trying to torture him or just oblivious of his death every time he does it.
“I have you if I need to fix my dick dilemma.”
There’s the scrape of teeth against Jungkook’s skin before Taehyung grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs. It’s meant to be a joke, sometimes their joking can borderline flirting or ‘fucking nasty’ as Hoseok calls it, but the moment it leaves Jungkook’s lips he regrets it. “Do you?”
And Jungkook keeps his lips pressed hard together because he refuses to answer that. One, because he can’t lie and two, because he doesn’t want it to accidentally slip that his dick dilemma is completely because he hates Taehyung’s mouth and can’t stop thinking about it.
*
Another Friday night and Jungkook considers finding a new group of friends to hang out with. Not that his aren’t great; they’re the best on campus. He could travel to every corner of the Earth and he won’t find a better group of people, but Jungkook hates them all.
“Dude, I’m telling you. Professor Lee made him stand when answering what’s up with newt species going extinct and he was like this -”
Hoseok stiffens his arm, holding it between his legs and dodging when Jungkook goes to kick him.
“Dude, what’s up with you and amphibians?” Namjoon huffs out, face red from laughter as Hoseok tells another tale of Jungkook’s dick dilemmas.
Taehyung dilemmas, Jungkook thinks quietly. Because once again, it isn’t his fault that he was distracted with thoughts of how Taehyung had came out of his room this morning with nothing but (very tented) boxers on. They should be thankful that he could focus enough to educate them about the endangered newt instead of telling them every thought he has of Taehyung.
“It isn’t amphibians,” Jungkook says with a serious tone, “but education. I get off on spreading knowledge.”
There’s laughter filling the room but even amongst the loud noise, Jungkook can pick out Taehyung’s. He’s just as handsome tonight in a simple black tee paired with a black beret hiding his red hair. Jungkook’s been staring, which - whatever, but it’s a problem tonight as Taehyung’s not busy being lip locked but being busy noticing Jungkook’s wandering eyes.
He’s one shit eating grin away from ending it all and going for it.
“Well since the only thing you know about is frogs and salamanders,” Hoseok tries but he cuts himself off with a laugh.
“Hey, he knows a lot about Overwatch and the cooking channel,” Taehyung supplies unhelpfully.
Jungkook stands up with a pout on his lips, dramatic in the way he ignores his friends fake complaints and apologies as he heads out into the rest of the house.
It’s crowded, more so. There’s dancing and beer pong and some other activities Jungkook thinks look harmful that he walks by before finding the kitchen. Jin is propped on the counter, talking off the ear of some freshmen fraternity recruit. By the slur in the words, Jungkook knows he’s been sipping too much of Namjoon’s strange punch mix.
He steals the cup from Jin’s hands, snickering into the cup before the taste hits his tongue and he chokes.
“This is disgusting,” Jungkook starts, attempting to turn to throw the contents of the cup into the sink when he smacks into a body.
“Hey sugar,” Taehyung huffs, grabbing his hip to keep him steady. “Come back, we were just playing.”
He’s close. Like - right there. His mouth, his pretty plump lips are right there.
“I know,” Jungkook huffs defensively. His eyes flick once - twice, too many times down to Taehyung’s stupid mouth. Jungkook wonders whose idea it was to give Taehyung a mouth. They should be fired. “Don’t you have someone to make out with?”
Taehyung’s face crumples but there’s a laugh in his eyes as he grabs Jungkook’s chin between his fingers. “Why? You offering?”
Oh god, Jungkook panics as Taehyung goes for it. He struggles against the hold, shoving his hands against Taehyung’s chest which vibrates with his laughter.
Jungkook’s face is so hot he feels like it’s peeling off when Taehyung bites his cheek playfully. Jungkook can't help but wonder what it would be like for Taehyung to bite his lips instead and he what would have happened if he “jokingly” said yes to offering.
“Stop biting me.”
Taehyung pinches over the bite, wiggling his cheek. “But you’re so cute, Kookie. Could eat you right up.”
Jungkook swallows down the remainder of Jin’s drink to hide the way he internally dies at the comment.
With little to no coercion, Taehyung gets Jungkook back in the den. But he doesn’t lose his finding new friends agenda, not when he sits down and Hoseok immediately asks if he solved his dick dilemma.
“What?” Hoseok huffs at Jungkook’s murderous expression. “Weren’t you talking about asking Taehyung for his help?”
It takes Yoongi and Jimin to get Jungkook off of Hoseok, who fills the room with cries of surrender.
It doesn’t help the poor burning state of his face that Taehyung laughs too when Jungkook sits back down. It’s a gentle laugh that matches the way his fingers immediately go into Jungkook’s hair to tease the strands between them like he always does when Jungkook’s getting teased.
And it really doesn’t help when Taehyung huffs out a quiet, “if you wanted my help, Kookie, you could have just asked.”
*
After another dick dilemma, Jungkook decides Hoseok is the worst person to exist ever. He’d still give him his left arm if need be, but they’re on a break. A break that lasts about seven minutes until Hoseok apologizes with a serious expression and a promise to stop if it’s really bothering him.
“It’s not,” Jungkook promises. After years of being friends with them and being the baby of the group, he is used to the teasing. Just sometimes he wants to murder Hoseok because of it.
And it doesn’t really bother him. He wishes he didn’t get so affected. This time it’s his own fault. He had lied to Taehyung about not being home on Thirsty Thursday because he hadn’t wanted to admit that he couldn’t miss National Geographic’s program on the American Tree Frog. So it’s his fault he had to witness Taehyung stumbling into the apartment with another boy’s hands in his pants while moaning into said boy’s mouth.
It’s completely Jungkook’s fault that he now can’t think about the cute little frog without thinking about the way Taehyung’s raspy voice had sounded when he whispered, ‘ you gonna fuck me ?” into the boy’s mouth. He’ll have to admit to having a dick dilemma soon, but not today. He has pride, okay?
“Listen, no more,” Hoseok promises, holding out his pinky finger to Jungkook. They’re in his kitchen after Hoseok nearly broke the door down after Jungkook texted him that they were on a friendship hiatus for the next 86 hours. “No more jokes about your lizard kink -”
“Lizards aren’t amphibians.”
“Okay, not helping your case,” Hoseok murmurs, struggling to hold back his laughter. “And no more jokes about your thirst for one Kim Taehyung.”
Jungkook crosses his arms, petulantly refusing the promising pinky finger. “I don’t thirst. I’m never thirsty. I drink a lot of water.”
“You do,” Hoseok says with a sigh. “Which is totally cool, Kook. Do you, I don’t care. But - ah, there he is. Just who we were talking about.”
Jungkook turns around so quickly his neck aches from whiplash. He has to go to the doctor. He’ll have to quit dancing. He knew Taehyung was going to be the death of him.
Taehyung pads into the room, pajamas hanging off his body because he had skipped his morning classes. His hair is a wreck, his horn rimmed glasses hanging off his nose. His lips are pushed into a pout, and his eyes are squinting and blinking in an attempt to wake up.
“I hope it was good things.”
“Oh yeah,” Hoseok says and Jungkook grows red, panicked. He knows that tone. “We were just talking about Kookie confessing to his crush.”
This peeks Taehyung’s interest, his eyes a bit more open and less hazed over in sleep. “Oh really?”
Jungkook glares hard, silently telling Hoseok to shut the fuck up but Hoseok doesn’t even spare him a glance.
“Oh yeah. Poor Kookie’s nervous about it because he wants to lay a fat one right onto him but doesn’t know how.”
“I know how to kiss,” Jungkook scoffs.
Hoseok snorts, looking at him in offense. “Your grandma doesn’t count, Kook.”
The thing is, Jungkook knows plenty about kissing. A little lip rubbing, some tongue, rinse, repeat. He’s got it down. He’s had plenty of kisses in his day, not just his grandma. There was his lab partner during freshman year of high school, the barista at his first job. He even drunkenly made out with Jimin once he thinks. Hoseok knows this, but unfortunately Hoseok was the sole witness of Jungkook’s breakdown that he could never kiss Taehyung because he would suck at it. Taehyung is a professional, a master kisser, out of Jungkook’s league when it comes to smooching.
That was forever ago though, like two months. He shouldn’t be surprised Hoseok remembers. Hoseok has a knack for storing every embarrassing thing about Jungkook into his brain and knows exactly when it’s time to pull it out. Jungkook knows to never tell anything to his best friend, but he frequently forgets during his meltdowns.
“That’s dumb,” Taehyung says. “If he likes you back he won’t care.”
“Exactly what I said,” Hoseok exclaims, wincing as Jungkook pinches his hip hard. He breathes through it though, determined. That isn’t what Hoseok said, actually. He hadn’t said much to Jungkook’s confession other than to laugh at Jungkook’s dramatics. “He just needs practice you know. Someone’s help. Maybe -”
“Get out,” Jungkook huffs the moment he realizes where Hoseok is going with this. “We’re over. Again. Done-zo. Best friend status revoked. You’re fired.”
Despite shoving Hoseok, the man is determined, pushing up on his toes and fighting back against Jungkook’s hands to yell, “perhaps a very experienced lip locker could help. If only we knew one!”
Jungkook slams the door on him, closing out the sounds of his laughter.
He whips around, finding Taehyung’s confused brows as he scratches at his stomach.
“Sorry about him. He won’t ever be back here again.”
Taehyung snorts, his expression melting into something softer and brighter. “Yo, Kookie, if you want my help you can just ask. You don’t need Hoseok to do it.”
Jungkook is plotting murder. Something quick and easy because he doesn’t want Hoseok to suffer too much. He owes him that much after ten years of friendship. Maybe some poison in his favorite meal, or a pillow over his face while he sleeps. His favorite pillow.
“No.”
Taehyung quirks a brow. “No? I must tell you; I’m an excellent teacher. Like you, I too get off on education.”
The coffee currently brewing could be spilled onto Jungkook’s face and his skin wouldn’t burn as hot as it does now.
“Huh, hyung. It sounds like you’re the one that wants to kiss me.”
“Is that your way of admitting you want to kiss me?”
Jungkook gapes at Taehyung. “What? I don’t even know who you are, get out of my apartment.”
Taehyung snickers. “Okay, Kookie. When you change your mind, I’m here.”
Staring hard at Taehyung’s back, Jungkook wonders if Hoseok is the devil or an angel sent from up above. He’s always wondered the same about Taehyung, too.
“You would really help?”
Maybe it’s Jungkook that’s going to Hell. Him and Hoseok can live there together, forever. He’s already accepted that he’ll be stuck with Hoseok forever. It really won’t be that bad. Hoseok’s hilarious, loyal, and overall a good friend.
“Yeah,” Taehyung says casually as he fixes himself a cup of coffee. “I’d be down to kiss you, Kook. You’re hot.”
He sure is, Jungkook thinks as flames lick over his skin. Maybe he’s in hell already. Maybe he died from embarrassment over his last dick dilemma and didn’t realize it. Maybe this is punishment for lying to Taehyung about being afraid of the dark just so he can hold Taehyung’s hand while they walk back to their apartment.
“Oh, cool.”
Taehyung turns around, peering at him. “Yeah, cool.”
“Yep.”
A laugh leaves Taehyung’s lips as he pads over and Jungkook’s heart grows fists so it can beat up his sternum.
“Just tell me when Kookie, I’ll clear my schedule,” Taehyung winks before he winks and punches Jungkook’s chin to plant a sloppy, noisy kiss to his cheek.
*
Jungkook’s courage lasts a total of three minutes before he starts to suffer. Now he can’t stop thinking about Taehyung’s words and he refuses to act on them because Jungkook doesn’t want to lie again. He can’t admit that he just wants to kiss Taehyung and if he needs practice it’s to kiss anyone, it’s Taehyung.
That’s why Jungkook is now regretting his life on the tattered couch of misery and trying not to watch Taehyung kiss the pretty girl in his lap. At least she isn’t destroying his mouth, but kissing him softly like he deserves. Her fingers pet his cheeks and pull smiles from his lips that should always be there and Jungkook is dying.
Hoseok doesn’t make any jokes about it, thankfully. He even pulls Jungkook out of the den, promising him dances and distractions from the lip locking demon.
Jungkook isn’t sad about it, per se. He’s used to wanting Taehyung and watching Taehyung with others. He can’t be sad about it and have it get in the way of their friendship, but he has lips that need to be kissed or he might just drop dead.
Which is why when Jungkook tells Hoseok this before Hoseok disappears and Taehyung appears a second later, he’s only kind of mad. Like a pinch.
“He’s here?”
Jungkook yelps from the sudden appearance of Taehyung’s voice in his ear. There’s an arm curling around his shoulders, not stopping him from dancing but Jungkook does so he can turn and face Taehyung.
“What?”
He’s so pretty, but up close, Jungkook’s heart somersaults from the sight of his nose mole to the thick of his eyelashes.
“The guy you like. He’s here?”
Jungkook’s gaze flickers to Taehyung’s mouth when he speaks and Jungkook. “Hell no.”
Taehyung’s face crumples in confusion. “No? Hobi said he’s here.”
Jungkook is about to tell Taehyung that Hoseok’s never said a single true word ever in his life, and he would know as his best friend, but then he remembers.
“I mean like, he’s around.”
With a snort, Taehyung pinches Jungkook’s chin. “Where? Show me. Is he cute?”
“Beautiful,” Jungkook says before he can help it because Taehyung is right there, being the prettiest man on Earth. His eyes are bright when he looks at Jungkook, bright with mischief.
“Oh my little baby sounds sprung. How beautiful is he? I might snatch him up from you if you don’t make a move.”
Jungkook lets out a weak laugh at the idea of Taehyung kissing himself. Taehyung continues to look around, eyes wandering across the crowd around them and curious as he wiggles in an attempt at dancing.
“I’m not telling you,” Jungkook says. “He isn’t interested in me.”
Taehyung’s face quickly crumples as he curls his other arm around Jungkook to twirl their bodies. “What’s wrong with him?”
“What do you mean?”
Taehyung is glaring now. “Well something must be wrong with him if he doesn’t like you back.”
Jungkook lets out another awkward laugh and pulls Taehyung forward so their chests touch. He doesn’t want Taehyung to see his face when he goes into crisis mode. He’s heard that it’s quite obvious - by Taehyung. Taehyung has told him this and still hasn’t realized how often Taehyung is the one to put him there.
“There’s nothing wrong with him.”
Taehyung sighs, fingers splaying out at the back of his neck and it forces Jungkook to look at him. He’s too close. Jungkook wonders if it would be obvious if he hightailed it out of here. If he ran back to the apartment and packed all of his things and moved.
“Where is he?” Taehyung asks. His fingers slide through Jungkook’s hair and tug gently. He likes when Taehyung plays with his hair and rubs at his scalp. Even if it’s caused him dick dilemmas before. Even if it makes him want to kiss Taehyung.
Hell, everything makes him want to kiss Taehyung. Taehyung could wear a trash bag and talk about child hunger across the globe and Jungkook would still want to kiss him. He knows, because it’s happened before.
“Would you really help me?” Jungkook murmurs before he can stop himself. He watches as Taehyung’s tongue flicks out against his bottom lip and he loses it. Okay? Not his fault, once again. This time it’s Taehyung’s.
“Help you?” Taehyung says like he’s confused but a second later his eyes grow wide and his eyebrows fly up towards his hairline. “Oh, yeah of course. Wait - I have an idea.”
Jungkook holds his breath, but it isn’t a good idea because when Taehyung’s lips land on his he puffs a harsh exhale out and onto Taehyung’s mouth.
Oh god, maybe he is bad at this.
“Did you just breath vomit on me?”
“What is that?” Jungkook asks but Taehyung is laughing and pulling him in again.
It’s a simple kiss, a press of lips that is more teeth because Taehyung is smiling. It’s the best kiss Jungkook’s ever been given but he pulls back because he doesn’t know why Taehyung is giving it to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Trust me. You wanted to be taught right?”
Jungkook can’t think when Taehyung’s hand plants to his neck and he pulls him in again. This time his bottom lip slots between Taehyung’s and Taehyung parts his lips enough to fit their lips together. He sucks softly, ending Jungkook’s life in a second.
They aren’t really dancing as Jungkook fits his hands onto Taehyung’s waist and cocks his head to the side. Their noses brush as Taehyung presses kisses to his lips. His lips are soft, the softest thing Jungkook’s ever felt. They’re wet from kissing and now Jungkook understands why mouth eater guy tried to devour Taehyung’s lips.
“Part your lips,” Taehyung instructs and Jungkook’s mouth is falling open before Jungkook can even register what he’s said.
Their lips fit together just right. Jungkook would be really heart broken if they didn’t. Their lips dance over each other, skipping a beat whenever Taehyung sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook tries it and his heart stutters at the way Taehyung digs his fingers into his jaw in response.
Taehyung’s breath brushes over his bottom lip as he curls an arm around Jungkook’s neck and pulls him close. He rubs his lips over Jungkook’s, noses dancing before Jungkook feels teeth.
Jungkook gasps and Taehyung, being the demon he is, chases it with a lick of his tongue. Jungkook feels his body leave him as he dies in the middle of the dance floor when Taehyung’s tongue slips into his mouth and tickles at his teeth.
He wonders if he truly will die when he groans around Taehyung’s tongue, sucking softly because he has kissed people before. It’s a lie - he hasn’t kissed anyone like this, but he sure has thought about it a lot. Enough that he’s practically a professional at thought kissing at this point.
“Softer,” Taehyung gasps before he goes back for it. Jungkook grips hard onto Taehyung’s hip despite his instruction, but he relaxes and softens when Taehyung’s tongue slips back into his mouth.
Jungkook’s jaw aches when Taehyung pulls away. This time, it’s Taehyung’s eyes on Jungkook’s mouth instead of vice versa. His lips are swollen and wet because of Jungkook. He can’t believe it.
“Is he looking?”
“Hm?” Jungkook murmurs, shifting his hands over Taehyung’s waist. He wonders if it’s okay to kiss again. He wonders if Taehyung would be down to spend the rest of their lives kissing and doing nothing else ever because Jungkook is now addicted and he is afraid of withdrawal symptoms.
“Your crush,” Taehyung breathes, “is he looking?”
“Mm,” Jungkook hums, eyeing the way Taehyung’s swollen lips shift into a smile.
“Oh good,” Taehyung says and Jungkook has no idea what he’s talking about it but he doesn’t care when Taehyung ducks forward and kisses him again.
Jungkook hadn’t drank much more than half a beer and he had slipped away before everyone smoked, but he doesn’t think he has to do either when he gets high on the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth on his. Taehyung has gentle hands that cup his neck and stroke his pulse, gentle teeth that could bite down harder but Taehyung seems hesitant to. He has a curious tongue that seems to like the feeling of Jungkook’s lips wrapping around it and teeth grazing it.
When a moan vibrates in Jungkook’s throat, his cheeks turn hot and Taehyung pulls away slowly. His lips linger for a moment, sucking gently, before there’s too much space between them.
He doesn’t think Taehyung’s heard, not over the music playing, but he can’t be sure. Taehyung’s eyes are dark and heavy on his lips as he rubs his thumbs at the corner of them, like he’s trying to tattoo his spit onto Jungkook’s mouth.
“How was your first lesson?”
Jungkook’s never been too good at writing but he thinks he could write a book about how nice Taehyung’s mouth feels on his own and it would be a best seller. “Not bad.”
Wrinkles appear on the bridge of Taehyung’s nose as he pulls his eyes from Jungkook’s mouth to glare at him. “I’ll have you know I’m the best kisser on campus.”
Jungkook huffs at this. They might look dumb standing still in a crowding of dancing people, but Jungkook doesn’t care. “If anyone would know that, it’s you. You’ve kissed everyone on campus.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and Jungkook panics when he pulls back. Taehyung and him tease each other quite often, he knows the petulant look on Taehyung’s face isn’t true as his eyes are bright with amusement. “Not everyone. I’ve never kissed Hoseokie.”
It’s when Taehyung is turning that Jungkook realizes what he’s said. “Wait, Tae? Does that mean you’ve kissed all our other friends?”
Taehyung’s laughter is loud enough that Jungkook can hear it over the music, even as Taehyung slips from his view.
*
It’s quiet in the apartment. A kind of quiet that requires some background noise - a television, radio, something to make the room feel less eerie. Something to distract Jungkook from his thoughts.
Nothing is wrong. He sighs into the fists pressed into his cheeks, his elbows digging into his thighs. He stares hard at the papers strewn across the coffee table. It’s too late in the semester to drop classes, but he must. For his own sanity, he must. He has to take care of his health and his dick and biology class is ruining it.
Listen, he loves science. Everything science, but especially biology. It’s why he’s majoring in Animal Biology. His professor knows how good he is at science, how much he knows about every amphibian she teaches the class about, it’s why she always calls on him, it’s why she’s convinced him to teach lessons when she is out. Or, because she knows how distracted Jungkook gets and she too is a demon that’s been created to torture him.
But he is one dick dilemma away from dropping out of school completely and moving to a forest somewhere to study animals on his own. This one hadn’t been noticed by anyone but Jungkook, but he still feels the heat of embarrassment from it. He could have picked a different seat, one farther from Taehyung, but even if he had it wouldn’t have stopped his thoughts.
He can’t stop thinking about kissing Taehyung. Pressing Taehyung into the expensive whiteboard in the front of the classroom and kissing him until their bodies melt together and they become their final form as one person.
Jungkook wrinkles his nose at the thought. He’s losing it, absolutely losing it and he can’t even have a meltdown in peace as his front door swings open.
There’s a threat on the tip of his tongue, ready to be thrown at Hoseok for disturbing his crisis but he swallows it when he spots Taehyung instead. He had left the apartment in a dress shirt tucked into pressed slacks, and it shouldn’t surprise Jungkook that he returns in them, but it doesn’t help his crisis. The buttons of his lilac shirt are undone low enough that Jungkook can see the dip between his collarbones and the way the shirt is tucked in reveals the small of his waist.
The slacks are fitted, tight around his thick thighs and his sleeves are rolled into the elbow, revealing the soft insides of his forearms which shouldn’t be a thing that Jungkook is into, but he is. Sue him.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets, fingers pushing the hair hanging over his forehead back. “Turn on some anime, I need relaxation asap. It’s an emergency.”
He looks calm despite his words. Jungkook huffs out a laugh as he quickly does as Taehyung says. He listens to Taehyung pad around the kitchen before he comes into the living room with his arms filled with snacks and drinks.
“What happened?” Jungkook asks, shifting down the couch and quickly pushing the add/drop class papers aside so Taehyung can use the table himself.
“Extra credit seminar. Which I should have known would suck since it’s for Physiology of Fishes,” Taehyung says and Jungkook’s groan of understanding falls in with Taehyung’s. “Do you want to hear about the differences between bony fish and cartilaginous fish’s digestion or did you find me an anime yet?”
There’s a sudden pout set to Taehyung’s mouth as he curls his legs up to press against his chest. He does look tired, light bags under his eyes, but it’s his own fault. He had stayed up binge watching the same show Jungkook turns on for him now instead of sleeping.
“Ah,” Taehyung hums in delight when he eyes the selection. His cheeks round from his small, pleased smile when he tickles Jungkook’s chin. “How was your day Kookie? What class are you dropping?”
Taehyung glances at the papers still hugging the edge of the coffee table as he knocks their shoulders together. Jungkook feels trapped, on another tattered couch, pressed into the arm by Taehyung. He likes it. Maybe he has a torture kink.
“Uh, none. It’s too late.”
“What class were you thinking about dropping?”
Jungkook swallows, eyes finding the television. He can’t tell Taehyung he wants to drop Amphibian Biology because he has the hormones of a thirteen year old boy. He can’t tell Taehyung that he wants to drop Amphibian Biology when Taehyung had been so exciting about them finally sharing a class. Taehyung only took the class because he knew Jungkook was.
“Ecology,” Jungkook lies. He needs to stop lying to Taehyung. “I was really interested in that Physiology of Fishes class.”
The wrinkle on Taehyung’s nose appears again as he punches Jungkook in the side. It’s just a light tap of his fist as he lays his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Liar. You hate studying fish because you feel guilty about wanting to eat them.”
Jungkook sinks into the couch. “I don’t appreciate being reminded of my inner turmoil.”
Taehyung lets out a series of soft giggles, sinking more and more into Jungkook’s side with each one. It’s not uncommon, nor is the way Jungkook lifts his arm to curl around Taehyung’s shoulders to bring him in. He likes the way Taehyung’s body vibrates with his laughter, and how close they are and the way it makes Taehyung’s lips a centimeter away from Jungkook’s neck when he turns to him.
“Whatever, don’t tell me. I won’t push, because I’m going to push about your lover boy.”
In an instant, Jungkook’s body locks up tight.
“I told you, he’s not interested.”
Taehyung sighs and moves, leaning over Jungkook with a serious set to his brow. “Did you tell him? What if he is thinking the same as you and all of this is a stupid mess that could have been fixed with communication.”
It’s a comical thought. Jungkook almost laughs but Taehyung’s expression is too serious.
“Trust me, he doesn’t.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes with a sigh but he doesn’t move. Rather, he fits a hand to the back of the couch to keep himself supported over Jungkook. “I can’t believe you won’t tell me who it is. We are best friends, Jungkook.”
“Yeh,” Jungkook grunts. Taehyung stares at him hard, expectantly, but Jungkook doesn’t continue.
“Meanie. Why won’t you tell me?”
Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, considering. “Because you’ll embarrass me. You and Hoseok will team up together and torture me until I die.”
There’s a moment where Taehyung looks as if he may argue and try to deny this, but mischief and amusement leak into his eyes. “Okay, that is true.”
Jungkook groans as he shove Taehyung off of him and onto the couch. His fingers tingle with the urge to pull Taehyung onto his lap, they tingle so much it nearly hurts.
And he doesn’t need to do it anyway as Taehyung frowns at him and forces himself onto Jungkook’s lap anyway. He sits sideways, torso twisting so he can face Jungkook and push his chest so he is planted back against the couch.
“Give me a hint.”
“No.”
Taehyung’s frown deepens. “I’ll give you one won.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh. “No.”
Contemplation crosses Taehyung’s face, his bottom lip twisted between his teeth before he suddenly leans forward. Jungkook’s breath catches as Taehyung flies into his space.
“I’ll give you a free kissing lesson.”
It’s immediate, the way Jungkook’s eyes drop to Taehyung’s mouth even though they’re so close that Jungkook has to move his head back to do so. “Did I have to pay for the first?”
“No. That was on the house. Best friend discount.”
“Is it really free if you’re charging me a hint?”
Taehyung groans in complaint, pouting even more now. Jungkook fits his hands over Taehyung’s waist, afraid he might shift off of his lap. He’s a nice weight against his thighs, a really nice weight that Jungkook doesn’t want to lose.
“I’ll charge you a lot more next time. You’ll have to do my homework.”
With a sigh, Jungkook rests his head on the back of the couch, craning his neck to look up at Taehyung. Taehyung moves with him, resting his elbows on the cushion around his head. “I know you sneak into my room to copy my homework already, hyung.”
Taehyung doesn’t deny it, but giggles. “Do we have a deal, babe?”
And it drags something wicked and good down Jungkook’s spine when Taehyung’s voice drops an octave, when he calls Jungkook babe. Jungkook licks his lips, finding himself nodding before he can really process what Taehyung is asking for.
A smile takes over Taehyung’s lips as he curls his fingers around Jungkook’s neck and shoves them between his skin and the couch he rests his head on. Like this, Taehyung will be able to feel how erratically Jungkook’s heart pulses and how often he has to swallow as not to drool all over himself.
“I won’t lie. I’m kind of selfish and worked up and would like to kiss someone to feel better. You don’t really have to kiss me. I thought just maybe - you know, symbiotic relationship and all.”
It’s whispered, the confession. Taehyung’s eyes go wide and round at them, nervous like and Jungkook tightens his arms around his waist. He wants to tell Taehyung that he’s always been here, lips ready and willing.
“Fish digestion is really that bad?”
Taehyung groans, “oh it is the worst” before he’s leaning in.
It’s been a handful of days since Taehyung kissed Jungkook on the makeshift dance floor at Yoongi’s apartment. Jungkook has thought about it every day since, wondering when he would muster up enough courage to ask for another lesson. When he’ll grow some balls and admit to Taehyung he just wants to kiss him and that Hoseok lied because he’s a shit, a helpful shit that really does put a lot of time and concern into the well being of Jungkook’s dick and heart.
He doesn’t think about anything when Taehyung’s lips brush over his. He just thinks about the feel, the way Taehyung whispers, ‘ follow my lead ’ before he effortlessly slots their lips together.
Jungkook has kissed a handful of people in his life, but it’s nothing like the way Taehyung kisses him. Those had been a few awkward pecks, a little bit of tongue action that felt a lot like sword fighting and ended in Jungkook laughing too hard to continue. None of them made him feel like his insides were melting and lighting up alive at the same time.
Taehyung exhales into his mouth as he twists further in Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook accepts it greedily, opening his mouth to the tongue that glides over the seam of his lips. He feels like he’s sinking into the couch under Taehyung’s weight and his heart skips a beat when Taehyung moves.
He only moves for a second, just enough time to move his legs so he’s properly straddling Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook’s heart is going to win a marathon from all the fast speed running practice he thinks as Taehyung slides down his lap until they’re pressed together.
“It feels good when you do that, don’t be shy about it,” Taehyung whispers against his mouth before he’s pressing his thumbs to the corners of Jungkook’s lips to part them. “Like this, put your tongue in my mouth.”
Jungkook obliges, moving slowly as he presses the tip of his tongue over Taehyung’s bottom lip. He hesitates, not from nerves, but to glide his tongue over him before he presses it between Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung exhales harshly through his nose as he pulls Jungkook in. There’s an electric shock down Jungkook’s spine when Taehyung sucks, teeth digging, and Jungkook’s grip tightens hard around his waist.
The feeling stirring in his belly and sparking down his spine has Jungkook’s heart racing. His chest feels tight with a groan he can’t let out, but it’s hard when Taehyung sucks on his tongue and is a solid weight in his lap.
“See?” Taehyung says, voice hoarse as he pulls back to press a kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes, flexing his fingers over the small of Taehyung’s back. He sounds breathless and embarrassing, but he can’t find it in himself to care.
“Now give me a hint,” Taehyung murmurs, nuzzling his lips against Jungkook’s cheek.
“Kiss me again.”
It slips past Jungkook’s lips before he can stop it. He just feels desperate, a bit addicted. He should have never gotten involved in any of this because he’s feeling wrecked.
Taehyung eyes over his face once before he nods and dives back in.
It isn’t gentle this time. There isn’t hesitancy or instructions. Taehyung curls his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kisses him deeply. He pulls Jungkook’s back from the couch until he’s sitting up straight, Taehyung’s legs slipping behind his back until he’s wrapped around him like a koala.
Jungkook knows they should stop, knows that the butterflies in the low of his belly aren’t innocent as their tongues roll over one another. He knows the groan in his chest won’t stay put for long if Taehyung keeps nibbling at his bottom lip and exhaling into his mouth.
Jungkook knows he should pull away when Taehyung’s exhale sounds more like a breathy moan as Jungkook rubs his hands up Taehyung’s spine. He knows he should stop, but he’s out of control of the way his fingers grip into Taehyung’s shirt on his back and pull so the material is freed from where it’s tucked into his pants. He’s too nervous to touch skin, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to have the same problem as his palms rub down Jungkook’s chest and his fingers tickle over the revealed part of skin between his collar bones.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung murmurs, and it’s definitely a breathless moan against his lips. Jungkook squeezes tighter despite Taehyung moving away. “Definitely kiss him like that and he’ll be in your pants in a second.”
Jungkook would laugh, normally, especially as Taehyung grins. But he finds it difficult as he is kissing him like that and there is nothing in his pants but his own half hard cock.
“I’m doing okay?”
“Mhm,” Taehyung hums, rubbing his palms against Jungkook’s chest. “But we should probably stop.”
Jungkook stills as Taehyung pulls back even more. His face is flushed and his mouth is kiss swollen, starting to purple under his bottom lip. Jungkook wants to kiss him everywhere, until his entire body is littered with purpled, mouth shaped bruises.
“What’s wrong?”
Taehyung huffs out a laugh. It doesn’t fit well with Taehyung, the nervous edge to his voice. Jungkook can’t think of a time where he’s ever seen Taehyung nervous.
“Just if we continue, I’m gonna have a problem,” Taehyung admits, rolling his eyes at himself.
Jungkook knows he shouldn’t. They’re on the edge of crossing from the best friend line to a weird, best friends making out with each other line that would only be worse if Jungkook were to look. But Jungkook likes torture, his eyes are stubborn, and they fall onto the bulge between Taehyung’s legs before he can stop them.
“Don’t look,” Taehyung grunts, shoving his palm into Jungkook’s chest before he scrambles off of Jungkook’s lap. “Ugh, when are we going out again? I need to get laid.”
Jungkook turns his eyes away, ignoring the heavy dumping feeling in his chest when Taehyung stands up. His shirt is half pulled from his pants, wrinkled from Jungkook’s hands, and when he stretches his back, it makes the bulge against his tight dress pants even more prominent.
“Technically you can go out any night.”
Taehyung considers that. “True. Don’t forget, you owe me a hint.”
Jungkook licks over his lip, wishing to savor the taste of Taehyung’s there. “The hint? Oh yeah, you know him.”
There is a glare on Taehyung’s face, directed straight at Jungkook. “That’s it? I worked hard for a hint. Give me something better than that.”
“Um, he’s in the same grade.”
Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest. Jungkook wishes he would leave because he’s half hard and wishing to either will his dick away for good or be able to sneak away to fix the issue. He can’t stop thinking about Taehyung in his lap a second ago, and it doesn’t help when he has to see Taehyung and the way he looks after being kissed like that.
“Is it Seojoon?”
“No.”
Taehyung frowns. “Hyunsik?”
“No,” Jungkook grunts, lifting himself from the couch. “I’m not telling you!”
He feels like a child about to throw a tantrum, but he’s feeling a lot all at once and he needs to quickly leave the room before he tells Taehyung who his crush is just to end the conversation.
*
Junior year of high school, Jungkook met Taehyung. They signed up for the same marine biology program at the university they now attend, wanting to get a head start on earning their college credits. Taehyung had sat right beside him and followed him out after their first class, thrusting his number into Jungkook’s hand and Jungkook had been a nervous wreck.
It had taken him three days and two classes beside Taehyung for Jungkook to finally give in and texted him his own number. He had been pretty proud of himself, sending Taehyung a quick ‘yo man’ because he was cool and wanted Taehyung to think so.
He had felt proud of himself until Taehyung’s response of ‘who is this? don’t ever text me again creep’ came through. Jungkook’s face had melted off and singed his pillowcase where he buried his face and it was his very first Taehyung crisis.
They haven’t stopped, nor lessened despite how close they’ve become. Since they’ve kissed, his Taehyung crises have quadrupled. Not only does Taehyung keep tickling his fingers under Jungkook’s chin and asking him when he’s free to try again (he’s free all the time, every single second of the day for him), he keeps pestering Jungkook for more hints about who his crush is.
Jungkook’s tried hiding away in his bedroom to avoid the inevitable, but he’s known Taehyung long enough to know that Taehyung knows no boundaries. Well, he does when it’s really serious and Jungkook’s never serious when it comes to wanting Taehyung to leave him alone. His heart might die like a wilted flower when Taehyung pops his head into his bedroom, but it’s petals bloom like the sun is shining on them at the same time.
“What’re you doing?”
Jungkook quickly rips the magazine he’s reading from his lap to behind his back, going for discreet as possible as he shuffles the homework he had tossed aside after giving up on it. Taehyung’s thick brows furrow for a moment before he’s catapulting onto Jungkook to retrieve the magazine.
Jungkook is the stronger of the two, but his muscles deflate and become useless when it comes to Taehyung. He wheezes out like an old man when Taehyung wrestles with him and he feels as if he’s been punched in the gut when he rolls Taehyung onto his back, pinning him to the tossed aside homework.
Shit, Jungkook thinks, looking down at Taehyung’s boxy smile while he giggles with his hands pinned to the bed. Jungkook thrusts the magazine into his chest, cussing quietly as he rolls off of him.
It makes Taehyung laugh more before he holds out the magazine and loses it. His eyes squint closed as he huffs out laughter.
“Why are you hiding this?” Taehyung chokes between his laughs. He holds out the article that Jungkook had been reading when Taehyung rudely attacked him for no reason. “What does ‘refrogging America’ mean exactly?”
Jungkook snatches his copy of Save The Frogs from Taehyung and holds it protectively to his chest. “It means creating backyard wetlands, like manmade frog habitats.”
Taehyung presses his lips hard together. He’s trying not to laugh. Jungkook wants to roll up his magazine and swat him with it. “Okay, Kook. And you wonder why Hobi hyung teases you about your lizard kink.”
With a grunt, Jungkook does swat Taehyung with his magazine. Taehyung’s an animal biology major too, he knows that lizards aren’t amphibians. “What are you doing here? Did you come here to torture me?”
Taehyung giggles slightly as he shucks the rest of the papers off the ground. He plants his palms to the bed, leaning back and he just watches Jungkook until Jungkook feels the heat in his cheeks travel up to the tip of his ears.
“I’m bored. Jimin and Jin hyung are coming over but not until later.”
Jungkook glances at Taehyung, who’s still watching him. He doesn’t know where he should focus his own eyes. Back on his magazine? How can he think about American frog habitats right now when Taehyung’s eyes are watching him like this?
“Okay,” Jungkook tries.
A foot pushes into his thigh and when he looks up Taehyung is pouting. “It’s your duty as best friend and roommate to entertain me when I’m bored.”
Jungkook takes Taehyung’s foot and pinches the arch until Taehyung’s ripping his foot away with a complaint on his tongue. “Entertain yourself, I’m busy.”
It’s playful, just to hear Taehyung whine again and Jungkook’s successful. Taehyung nudges him again with his foot, but keeps his eyes focused on the magazine, absorbing nothing.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung whines, digging his toe into Jungkook’s knee. “Update me on the progress with your crush.”
When will he let it go, Jungkook thinks. “He lent me a pencil today.”
It’s a lie, but Jungkook has to come up with something. Taehyung and he didn’t even have class together today. He doesn’t even use pencils because he cancelled them after his first dick dilemma.
“Oh wow,” Taehyung murmurs before he whistles. “It’s really getting hot and heavy between you two.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook grunts, abandoning his magazine to grab Taehyung’s leg. He digs his fingers into his calves, earning a shout from Taehyung that turns into a giggle as Jungkook tickles his fingers higher.
He digs his fingers into the side of Taehyung’s knee and Taehyung is kicking, a mess of giggled out protests that turns into cries for help when Jungkook gets to his sides.
“Stop, stop,” Taehyung huffs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrists. “Kookie, stop!”
Taehyung grunts when he pushes up, curling his body forward to cut off the laugh that is spilling past Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook freezes when Taehyung’s teeth knock against his. His fingers stop digging into the soft rolls of Taehyung’s scrunched belly. Taehyung doesn’t freeze, cupping the back of Jungkook’s neck and cocking his head.
It isn’t planned, like usual. It isn’t talked about. Taehyung just kissed him out of nowhere and Jungkook is melting.
Jungkook tilts his head, eyes fluttering closed when Taehyung peppers another kiss to his lips.
“Knew that would get you to stop,” Taehyung whispers and when Jungkook opens his eyes again, he can see the shit eating grin in Taehyung’s.
“Unfair,” Jungkook complains.
The shit eating grin grows so big that Jungkook can see Taehyung’s molars and his cheeks grow into round globes around the corner of his mouth. “You like kissing me that much, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook shrugs, grunting softly. But his body is pounding with the truth. He wonders if it shows on his face. His very red face. “I like...kissing.”
Taehyung’s amusement slips at this. “You really haven’t kissed anyone before?”
“I have,” Jungkook says immediately, falling back onto his butt. “But nothing like, with tongue. Well once. It was horrific though, I thought his tongue was going to get stuck in my throat.”
Taehyung snorts loudly. He leans in quickly, tickling Jungkook under the chin. “You’re cute, Jungkookie. Come here.”
Jungkook exhales out when Taehyung’s palm slips over his cheek. He can’t help but let his eyes fall to Taehyung’s mouth even though he isn’t sure if he’s reading the situation right.
He is definitely reading the situation right, he thinks as Taehyung’s lips brush over his again. It’s hesitant, a question, that Jungkook nods to before Taehyung presses his against his lips harder.
A fun fact about frogs is that they swallow their food whole. Jungkook feels like that now, as Taehyung knots his fingers into his hair and kisses him deep. He feels like he’s being devoured when Taehyung’s tongue pushes into his mouth and his teeth scrape over his lips.
Maybe he doesn’t mind being eaten alive if it’s Taehyung doing the chomping. It would be alright to die this way, crawling into Taehyung’s lap to kiss him deeper. Taehyung is good under stressful situations, would be able to handle it if Jungkook passed out here. It would be nice having his final moments with his arms curling around Taehyung’s neck and Taehyung’s hands warming up his spine.
Embarrassment makes his cheeks hot as arousal prickles under where Taehyung’s hands dig down his back. Taehyung’s lips are soft against his jaw, peppering lightly and Jungkook’s neck arches, begging to be kissed more. It’s more than just kissing, more than they agreed upon, but Jungkook doesn’t want him to stop.
A soft moan flutters from his lips when Taehyung’s teeth graze over his pulse and Taehyung’s fingers dig into his spine in response. The pressure of his mouth grows, hot and hard against the base of Jungkook’s throat.
“Tae,” Jungkook grunts, fingers gripping into Taehyung’s hair but he doesn’t know if he wants to pull him away or push him closer. Arousal is no longer just static, but full force worming it’s way through his system.
“Is it okay?” Taehyung asks, lips like butterfly wings against his Adam’s Apple. “Is it okay to kiss you like this?”
Jungkook nods, eyes closed. It probably isn’t a good idea, not with the way he grows hard in sweatpants that will do little to cover it. But he likes it - loves the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth devouring him.
A groan rumbles from Taehyung’s lips as his fingers slip lower, digging into the band of Jungkook’s sweatpants. Jungkook’s heart spikes with want and wonder, but Taehyung doesn’t let his touch there last long before his hands are moving and shifting under his shirt.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks again, pulling back with a wet sound. He is breathing hard just from kissing Jungkook and Jungkook likes the way Taehyung’s eyes have grown dark and heavy.
“Yeah,” Jungkook murmurs, sinking lower into Taehyung’s lap so their faces can be level. “I don’t mind trying stuff.”
Maybe he should mind. Maybe aroused Jungkook doesn’t give a shit about what effects this might have on regular, limp dick Jungkook.
“You’re like a lissamphibian,” Taehyung murmurs, nuzzling his nose to Jungkook’s cheek and smoothing his hands higher up Jungkook’s shirt.
Jungkook barks out a laugh at the seriousness of Taehyung’s tone, the sudden tension around him gone. He bites Taehyung’s jaw playfully. “How do you know what a lissamphibian is?”
Taehyung wrinkles his nose before he peppers a kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. “You don’t live with a frog expert for three years and not know that lissamphibian means smooth skinned.”
Fondness makes Jungkook’s heart grow too big for his chest. It’s ridiculous that he feels excitement from Taehyung remembering something like that, and probably doesn’t help the amphibian kink his friends thinks he has as he kisses Taehyung in response.
Taehyung laughs into the kiss but it doesn’t last long as Jungkook digs his thumbs under Taehyung’s jaw and attempts to kiss him in the same way Taehyung had kissed him to make his toes curl. Taehyung’s laugh morphs into something dirty, a hungry moan that has his fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulder blades.
He’s heard him before, the sound of Taehyung moaning. Their walls are thin and they’ve lived together for a long time. Taehyung usually doesn’t bring anyone home if Jungkook is there, but it’s happened. Taehyung’s been drunk and loud, so loud that his moans sounded like they were in Jungkook’s room.
They’re deep and rough and he’s heard Taehyung growl out dirty words while he’s kissed who the hell ever and Jungkook’s always craved to be at the receiving end of them.
“We should stop,” Taehyung breathes, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses over Jungkook’s neck, hands dragging down his spine until Jungkook is fitted tightly in his lap.
“Okay,” Jungkook murmurs, skating his fingers over Taehyung’s throat. He doesn’t want to stop. Taehyung nods as Jungkook does.
They don’t stop. Their lips meet and Jungkook gasps into it, the arousal circling through his system making him feel desperate. He’s never felt like this with another person. He’s worked himself up when he’s alone, desperate for a fist around himself with thoughts of Taehyung, but he’s never had another person witness it.
He’s nervous and tries to keep it at bay. Taehyung is his best friend. They haven’t discussed it.
Jungkook moans into Taehyung’s mouth as Taehyung fists a hand into his hair, angling his head to kiss him deeper. His back aches from how still he tries to keep his body, from how difficult it is to keep himself from rubbing down in Taehyung’s lap.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasps, pulling back to catch his breath before he’s kissing Jungkook again. It goes on for what feels like years, Jungkook kissing Taehyung through the ache in his jaw, through the ache between his legs.
Jungkook tilts his head back when Taehyung’s lips latch back to his throat and he isn’t careful, isn’t gentle. He bites and kneads at Jungkook’s throat until Jungkook can feel the skin starting to bruise between his teeth.
He can’t help it, can’t stop the way his hips rock down against Taehyung’s and Taehyung groans into his throat, teeth twisting harder.
The sudden sound of Taehyung’s phone ringing and the way it vibrates up Jungkook’s thigh has a sound that sounds like a tortured moan leaving Jungkook’s lips. Taehyung laughs, but it’s breathless and sounds deep, unamused like he’s aroused.
Fuck, he is, Jungkook thinks, taking in the hungry look in Taehyung’s eyes as Jungkook lifts his hips enough for Taehyung to get his phone.
He dips his head when Taehyung answers the phone, kissing softly over Taehyung’s racing pulse that matches the way his mind races. Should they go further? They should talk about it first. It’s not every day you kiss and hump your best friend. At least, not in Jungkook’s case.
It’s experimentation, right? That’s normal in college, that’s normal for friends to do. Taehyung’s laid back, easy going, down to fuck most of the time. He’s offered Jungkook a chance a few times before, and it’s usually been meant as a joke but he thinks Taehyung would if he asked.
God, the thought makes his face burn. He could never ask for that. Not without telling Taehyung first. That would be too wrong of a lie.
“What? I’m busy.”
It’s uncharacteristic of Taehyung to sound like that, but he sounds breathless, because of Jungkook, and Jungkook swells with pride as he bites Taehyung’s earlobe like he’s heard people like.
Taehyung really likes it, hips stuttering beneath Jungkook’s and fingers digging harshly into the flesh of Jungkook’s ass. “Yeah, I don’t know where Kookie is.”
Jungkook giggles, shifting to press a kiss to the corner of Taehyung’s mouth. He can hear the muffled sound of Hoseok’s voice coming through the receiver but he ignores it to pepper Taehyung’s mouth the way Taehyung had done to him.
He swears he’s never been this hard in his life, his cock throbbing and leaking into his briefs. Taehyung’s fingers squeeze into his ass, kneading and Jungkook rubs forward, tentatively, eyeing Taehyung’s face to make sure it’s okay.
Taehyung’s brows furrow harshly together, pleasure making a wrinkle appear between them. “Yeah, yeah, I’m inside. Come in.”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide as Taehyung hangs up the phone. He cups Jungkook’s cheek, keeping Jungkook from scrambling off his lap when he hears the front door open.
Taehyung kisses him deep, tongue curling behind his teeth before he lets him go. “You might want to pretend to be in the shower or something,” Taehyung giggles before he’s pushing Jungkook off and rolling away. “That’s what you get for not telling me who your crush is!” He exclaims before running off to greet Hoseok.
Jungkook doesn’t have time to respond as he quickly jumps from his bed and flies into the bathroom, turning on the shower before Hoseok notices that they’re both rumpled and hard.
Once the water is warm, Jungkook strips and jumps in. He doesn’t need to pretend to shower, he needs one. He needs the hot water pounding against his back, dripping down his front as he curls forward and touches himself.
He thinks he might explode if he doesn’t relieve the tension coiled tight in his belly. He strokes himself quickly, biting hard on his bottom lip to keep quiet.
It doesn’t take long before Jungkook feels the telltale sign of orgasm rippling through him. It can’t take long, not with the way Jungkook thinks of the way Taehyung had moaned and touched him. Not when he thinks of what it would have been like to see Taehyung come.
His orgasm pulls a rough series of grunts from his lips that makes his chest ache with the need to breathe. He rests against the cold tile wall as he breathes through his nose and mouth, trying to calm his body enough that it won’t be obvious he just jacked off in the shower.
After he gets out of the shower, he studies himself through the foggy mirror. His skin is red and pink from the hot water, his cock now soft. He doesn’t look like he was doing anything save for the bruise on his neck. He could come up with a lie for that though, hell be damned. Ran into a tree branch? Got punched in the throat? Something.
Jungkook screams when he opens the bathroom door and finds Taehyung there, grinning.
“Hoseok sent me here to tell you to hurry up,” Taehyung mutters through his smile. “Good thing it was me, if he opened the bathroom and heard you grunting like that he would have run away.”
Jungkook is going to die. “Shut up.”
Taehyung steps forward, a hand reaching out to press against the door frame of the bathroom as he leans into Jungkook’s space. He nuzzles at a sore patch of skin against Jungkook’s throat before whispering, “my turn.”
Jungkook is bleeding embarrassment as he steps aside and nearly runs to find where Hoseok is waiting for him in the kitchen.
Hoseok looks a bit disgruntled but he perks up as Jungkook shuffles into the kitchen.
“Holy fuck.”
Jungkook frowns as Hoseok jumps onto his feet.
“Holy fuck.”
“Holy fuck, what,” Jungkook grunts, growing nervous as Hoseok paces quickly across the kitchen, muttering again. Hoseok looks alarmed, almost afraid, with his eyes big and mouth hanging open.
“Holy fuck, Jeon Jungkook has a hickey.”
Jungkook’s hand flies up to cover his throat where the skin is sore even to touch. Hoseok rips his hands away, staring at the mark as if it’s the eighth wonder of the world.
“Where did you get it?”
Jungkook shoves Hoseok away. “At the store. It was on sale.”
Hoseok frowns at this. “So you’re not going to tell me? Aren’t we best friends? You owe me this kind of information, Jungkook. I tell you everything.”
Yanking the fridge open, Jungkook uses the cool air to ease the heat on his face and to try to school his features. He could tell Hoseok, and have Hoseok torture him to death every day for the rest of his life.
“I wish you wouldn’t though,” Jungkook whines as he grabs for the milk to hide the real reason he opened the fridge. He wishes he could squeeze into the fridge and hide in there forever. “I’ve told you that. I don’t want to know about your sexcapades.”
“Well I want to know about yours,” Hoseok goes on, amusement in his eyes. “Tell me.”
Hoseok snatches the milk from Jungkook and takes off with it, hiding it behind his back when Jungkook attempts to get it back. “Tell me.”
“I’m not telling you,” Jungkook snaps. “Give me the milk.”
“No,” Hoseok says, darting off again. “Did you give yourself the hickey to make Tae jealous?”
“What?” Jungkook gasps, stumbling as he tries to grab the milk but Hoseok is too quick. “Who does that?”
Hoseok shrugs, a guilty look in his eyes that tells Jungkook that he has done something like that before. “I read about it in a book once.”
Milk splatters to the ground as Hoseok jumps into the living room to avoid Jungkook. Jungkook waves him off. He hadn’t wanted the milk anyway.
“I don’t want to make him jealous.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes at that. “Sure. It would only make sense. I’m sure he’s making you jealous by going on that date with Joshua next week.”
Jungkook falls still. It takes Hoseok a minute to realize Jungkook isn’t trying to chase him for the milk any longer and Hoseok’s face falls as he hands it back to him. “You didn’t know.”
“No,” Jungkook huffs. Dates are different. Dates aren’t random hookups at parties that don’t matter. “And I don’t care either. Joshua’s hot.”
Hoseok groans lightly as Jungkook walks back to the fridge and practically throws the milk into the fridge. He doesn’t care at all.
Taehyung steps into the kitchen then, a towel around his waist and water dripping down his torso. His red hair is painted to his forehead and he looks like a dream. A dream that Jungkook will never be able to reach. Joshua will. Good for him. He’ll send him a fucking congratulations card.
“What’s all the yelling about?”
Jungkook just looks at Hoseok and the frown on Hoseok’s face before he turns around and heads out the front door.
***
There are many traits and abilities that Taehyung has that he has pride himself on. He isn’t cocky or anything, there are just things that he is really good at. He’s intelligent in a lot of ways, and in some ways not. He knows this about himself. Just like he knows something is wrong with Jungkook. If anyone can read Jungkook, it’s Taehyung. Jungkook is the most open book, even when his face is completely blank like he’s zoned out, he’s readable.
Jungkook sips too often at his warming beer, his eyes slightly heavy from the weed he smoked. It wasn’t much, he hadn’t seemed too interested in it. That’s a huge sign there. Jungkook isn’t addicted or anything, but he always smokes on Friday nights. The one night he actually lets himself relax and not worry about practice or homework or the endangered frog or whatever. Even Hoseok had noticed, frowning at Jungkook when he waved a hand of dismissal at the offered blunt.
Taehyung watches as Jungkook stares off into space and seems surprised when someone in their circle speaks his name. He fidgets his fingers a lot, playing with the edge of his sock where his foot is tucked under his knee.
Something is wrong and Taehyung is determined to figure out what. There had been no dick dilemma in biology today, not that Taehyung had noticed. Jungkook delivered his lesson about the frog’s amplexus with ease, much to Hoseok’s disappointment. It would have been the perfect time to make fun of Jungkook for his lizard kink while talking about the frog’s mating life.
He reaches out, playing with the strands of hair that tickle Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook smiles softly, leaning a bit into the touch as he brings the warm beer up to his lips. Something is wrong, but at least he doesn’t push Taehyung away. He’s done that before when he’s upset and though Taehyung knows it’s just because he likes to be alone sometimes, he hates it.
“It’s next, we do it every year. You can’t not come?”
“Yeah I can. I said no more after I woke up with five annoying mosquito bites on my ass last year.”
“Hyung, you know we still don’t believe you that those were mosquito bites. Plus, it’s so rude to call Jimin an annoying bug.”
The conversation floats around them as Taehyung watches Jungkook. He doesn’t care how it may look, him staring at Jungkook while Jungkook stares off. Something is definitely wrong, because Jungkook loves their annual camping trip more than anyone else in their group. He counts down the days to it usually.
“Babe,” Taehyung murmurs, leaning into Jungkook’s space. One of the reason he’s so worried of Jungkook pushing him aside is because of what happened. He doesn’t know if they went too far or not. He had told Jungkook they needed to stop, even if he didn’t want to, because he had felt himself growing hard.
It’s been since then that Jungkook’s been weird and Taehyung hopes that the fact that Jungkook hasn’t pushed him away means it isn’t because of that. It’s his first time touching someone like that too, maybe it’s nothing to do with Taehyung.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Jungkook presses his brows together in confusion. “What?”
Taehyung cocks his head to the side, eyes searching his face. He cups the back of his neck, smoothing his thumb over his skin. “You look upset. Wanna go somewhere else?”
His lips part, tongue flicking over his bottom lip before he nods his head.
Without word, Taehyung stands and slips his hand into Jungkook’s to pull him to his feet. There are worried eyes on him, Hoseok’s mostly, just like there has been all night. Taehyung isn’t the only one who can tell when Jungkook is off, but he’s usually the one everyone goes to to find out why.
Taehyung snatches a bottle from someone’s hands as they leave the den, eyeing the cap still screwed onto it before he hands it to Jungkook and steals away his warm one. He abandons it on a table they pass before he pulls Jungkook into the dark, crowded living room.
There’s one thing that Taehyung learned quickly; Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things. When he does, it’s always at night and it’s always quiet. Never in the light. Even if it’s something not so serious like his nerves about an exam or how much he misses his brother. Jungkook’s playful most of the time, always joking or being dramatic for a laugh. He doesn’t like talking about serious things unless it’s about saving the frogs because he says that needs to be talked about since nobody knows they’re endangered.
When he’s upset the most, Taehyung will find him in the dance studio, pouring sweat and red face. He won’t stop dancing until Taehyung bribes him with really gross, greasy food and enough calories to make up for all the ones he burned while dancing.
That’s why he pulls Jungkook onto the dance floor. It isn’t the same as the studio, but the music is loud and drowning and there’s enough space that Jungkook could find a way to dance the way he likes to if he wanted to. He curls his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders for now, pulling him into his space so he can continue to play with the strands of his hair.
When they first started hanging out, Jungkook had seemed thrown off by how often Taehyung reached for cuddles. Despite the constipated look, he never pushed Taehyung off or complained. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to appear at ease with the touches, and he even started to reach out for them himself.
“I’m fine, hyung,” Jungkook says loudly into his ear so Taehyung can hear him. He curls his hands around Taehyung’s hips, the tip of his cold bottle pressing into Taehyung’s back despite him wearing a sweater.
Jungkook is dressed a lot more relaxed in a Adidas track pants and a white shirt. There had been a bucket hat tucked over his head at some point and he had looked so good that Taehyung’s palms started to sweat. He doesn’t want to think about it now, not with Jungkook upset, but it has been difficult not thinking about the way it felt to have Jungkook in his lap.
“Okay,” Taehyung starts, but he isn’t letting it go since Jungkook started speaking first. “Is it the guy? You like?”
Jungkook groans and it’s a give away, the look of hurt in his eyes before he turns around to hide it, planting his back to Taehyung’s chest.
Taehyung sinks his arms around Jungkook’s waist and tucks his chin over Jungkook’s shoulder. “It is. What did he do? I’ll murder him.”
His mind goes to the worst case scenario; that Jungkook gained the courage to finally approach mystery crush man and give him the kiss of his life, just to be rejected. Or maybe they did more, and Jungkook hasn’t heard from him since. That hurts, Taehyung knows.
Jungkook’s body vibrates with a laugh. “Nothing. He just has a date.”
Taehyung frowns at this, rocking behind Jungkook. The beat of the song playing is a lot more fast paced than they’re moving, but he knows once Jungkook gets it out he’ll lose himself to the music. It’s not worst case scenario, but he knows that something like that still hurts.
“You should talk to him.”
Jungkook tilts his head backwards, not saying a word as he lets his eyes fall closed. Taehyung clings to him, wishing he could rub his lips over the slope of Jungkook’s neck again.
He can, Taehyung thinks, so he does. He’s done it plenty of times before and Jungkook hasn’t minded. He had liked it the other night. He doesn’t know why he thinks about it now. Maybe because they’ve actually kissed and Taehyung doesn’t know what it means that Jungkook wanted his help but had been nervous to ask him. Maybe because Taehyung’s heart feels heavy that Jungkook wants to kiss him so he can practice to kiss someone else.
Taehyung sighs against Jungkook’s neck. He has a date of his own, some guy from Calculus that has a nice ass and pretty hands. He hopes it will distract him from Jungkook but he knows it won’t.
Often, Taehyung can lose himself in the touch of another person and the feel of someone else’s mouth. That was before he felt Jungkook’s. He knew that would be a bad idea. When he offered, he knew it would be bad. He knew it, but he’s selfish and didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
He thinks about it now, as Jungkook turns and curls an arm around his neck to dance with him properly. He thinks of Jungkook’s mouth and the way it felt against his own as Jungkook swings his hips to the beat.
He thinks about the way Jungkook’s hands felt pulling his shirt from his pants and how badly he wanted Jungkook to strip the clothes from his skin until he was bare as Jungkook grabs his hip and pulls Taehyung into the dance. He thinks of how Jungkook sounded when Taehyung bit into his skin and how he looked with his neck wet and bruised from Taehyung’s mouth.
They dance together often. They cuddle often. They could easily be mistaken as boyfriends because plenty of people have asked Taehyung if they were. Taehyung likes that, likes the comfort and how Jungkook welcomes and supports his need to touch and be close.
He likes that he can press his hips to Jungkook’s and rock to the beat of the music without it being weird. Jungkook’s fingers dig into his neck and maybe their kiss did change something because Jungkook’s eyes lift and there’s a look in them that Taehyung’s never seen while they dance.
It makes Taehyung’s heart thump, his body jolt and his tongue swipe over his bottom lip with a need to be kissed. He wants Jungkook until he’s breathless and sweating, until his lips numb feel swollen and throb from being bitten. He wants to be more than a comforting best friend, but the someone that Jungkook allows to hold his heart.
Taehyung exhales heavily as the beat picks up and he knocks his forehead to Jungkook’s so he can sneak a glance at Jungkook’s mouth without being obvious. They should probably talk about it, everything that has happened. It’s a lesson, experimentation, but it feels like it’s crossed a line and been too obvious just for Taehyung’s own need.
They should talk about when it’s okay to and what boundaries they need to set before they kiss again. It would be the best thing to do, to know when to stop, but they don’t have time to when Jungkook tilts his chin and kisses Taehyung.
There’s no prompt for it this time. It catches Taehyung off guard as Jungkook’s lips mold into his own. This isn’t for a lesson, they never were truly on Taehyung’s part. Jungkook kisses him like he needs to in the moment, like he has the same craving to be kissed while he dances that Taehyung has.
There’s people around them again. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care as his tongue finds its way into Taehyung’s mouth. Before it had been a slow build, the warmth in his body slowly finding its way to a burning heat. Now, it’s instant. He feels it in his spine, in between his legs, in the fingers that grip tightly to Jungkook’s white shirt.
Jungkook nips at his bottom lip and breathes heavily into his mouth. He tastes like beer and the candy he had been nibbling on on the way here. He’s sweet, he’s poisonous, trying to kill Taehyung with each lick over the roof of his mouth.
“Tae, dance with me,” Jungkook breathes, fingers flexing over Taehyung’s neck and he’s kissing him again, harder this time. His hands travel down Taehyung’s neck to his back, rubbing over his back before his arms tighten around his waist.
With difficulty, Taehyung pulls back with a gasp to turn around. The heat in his belly has made his cock half hard and he doesn’t want Jungkook to feel it, even if he presses back against Jungkook and feels he’s in the same situation. It’s natural, Taehyung supposes. If Jungkook hasn’t kissed anyone before, he’s not sure if he’s done anything else. He’s never talked about it before. They’re opposite in that way; Taehyung talks a lot and shares a lot and Jungkook doesn’t as much.
He grinds back against Jungkook, savoring the way Jungkook’s fingers dig into his hips to hold him there. There’s lips on the side of his neck, just pressed there so Taehyung can feel Jungkook’s breathing. He wants to tell Jungkook to kiss his neck, to mark his skin, but he knows it will make him have his own dick dilemma.
“Tae,” Jungkook murmurs against his ear, his fingers flexing between gripping and pulling away. “I should go.”
Taehyung reaches behind him before he can think about it. His fingers scrape through Jungkook’s hair as he turns his head. They’re close, they could kiss again. It feels like overstepping but Taehyung’s always been someone who pushes boundaries.
He’s good at knowing when it’s okay to. Not always, sometimes he makes mistakes, but he knows when it’s okay to push with Jungkook.
“You wanted to dance?” Taehyung pouts.
Jungkook’s eyes are still dark and heavy, his cock hard where it rubs against Taehyung’s ass and Taehyung knows it’s unfair to ask. But if Jungkook were uncomfortable, he’d pull away and he doesn’t. He doesn’t look as if he’s playful right now and Taehyung doesn’t feel playful either.
Their flirting, their teasing, is always playful. Right now it isn’t, the way Jungkook shifts his face into Taehyung’s neck and presses his hand to Taehyung’s spine to arch his back isn’t playful.
Taehyung’s aching between his legs as he rolls his hips. They’ve danced like this together before; dirty, sexy. He’s jiggled his hips against Jungkook’s crotch before, wanting to earn a laugh from his friends and an embarrassed grin from Jungkook. He’s lifted Jungkook’s shirt and watched his hips roll against his in a pretend lap dance before. It was playful.
Right now, Taehyung wants Jungkook to strip him from his clothes and press him into a bed in this same position. He wants to feel the strength in Jungkook’s fingers, digging into his ass to spread him when he takes him from behind.
Jungkook’s breath huffs hot against his skin as he curls an arm back to hold Jungkook close to him. He lets his eyes fall closed, his head arching to feel more of Jungkook’s mouth. He feels drunk. He only drank a little of Namjoon’s weird concoction. Maybe it’s mixed liquor, because Taehyung suddenly feels very drunk.
A gasp leaves his lips when Jungkook’s teeth graze his skin. He wonders if Jungkook is being playful, because he doesn’t think so. He should ask. Taehyung should grow a pair and turn around and ask Jungkook if he is hard because he wants him the way Taehyung wants Jungkook.
But he doesn’t have the balls to do it and he keeps his lips shut because he doesn’t want to ruin the way Jungkook’s lips latch onto his skin in a way that makes his cock leak into his briefs. He needs to pull away soon, before arousal makes his entire body throb with the need to come and he embarrasses himself.
“Oh,” Jungkook huffs, hands tightening hard against Taehyung’s hip and his teeth nipping down painfully. His hips grind hard against Taehyung’s back, so hard it almost hurts.
He knows what’s happening, the way Jungkook humps his back jerkily and he quickly turns around.
It’s overstepping, he knows. There’s no turning back, but Taehyung curls an arm around Jungkook’s neck and presses a questioning hand between their bodies.
Maybe they already overstepped the other day, getting each other hard and relieving themselves alone in the shower. Taehyung had panicked when Hoseok called, needing him to interrupt what was going on between the two of them before he touched Jungkook like he wanted to. It felt like overstepping, like touching himself in the shower with Jungkook knowing was any better.
Jungkook looks wrecked, his hair sweaty and sticking to his reddened forehead. The red creeps down to his neck and his shirt is starting to glue to his body, turning see through so Taehyung can see the dark of his nipples through it.
With a slight nod of his head, Taehyung brings his lips back to Jungkook’s as he lowers his hand between their hips.
Jungkook is rock hard, stretching against his joggers. Taehyung’s heart beats nervously as he slips his fingers between his legs, fondling Jungkook through the silky material. But it’s worth it as Jungkook wraps around him and moans into his mouth.
Taehyung likes sex, a lot. It’s rare for him to be nervous, or uncomfortable, even if it’s someone he hasn’t met before. He doesn’t hook up with strangers often, he knows most of the people he messes around with from class or around campus. But he’s nervous now, his heart is running a mile a minute as he slips his fingers past the band of Jungkook’s pants.
The crowd around them is thick and it’s dark, hiding the way Taehyung’s hand slips between Jungkook’s pants. But it’s still exciting, nerve wracking, knowing it would be so easy for someone to see.
“Tae,” Jungkook chokes as Taehyung’s hand covers over his cock. He’s longer than Taehyung imagined, thicker, and so wet. His briefs are soaked, so much that Taehyung isn’t sure that Jungkook hasn’t already come from rubbing against him.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks, grinding his palm forward and earning a jerk of Jungkook’s hips.
Jungkook nods. Sweat slips down the sides of his face and his eyes are hazy, dark. They burn into Taehyung and Taehyung wants to kiss Jungkook but he can’t look away from his gaze as he curls his fingers around Jungkook’s length.
It’s restricted from the material, but it must feel good as Jungkook’s lips part to let loose a string of shattered exhales. It must be obvious now that their dancing looks more like humping, with the strain on Jungkook’s face like he badly wants to close his eyes and moan into the open air. It must be, but everyone is absorbed into their own world that they don’t notice the way Taehyung is absorbed into Jungkook.
Jungkook’s cock twitches against his hand and his hand is sticky with precome. He knows the friction of the wet material feels good when he rubs a thumb over the head of Jungkook’s cock. He often likes to get off with his underwear still on, loving the drag of the wet material as he humps the air.
“Look at you,” Taehyung hums as Jungkook tightens the arm he has hooked around Taehyung’s neck to pull their mouths together. “You gonna come, Kookie?”
Taehyung feels the moan more so than hears it. Jungkook’s hips jerk against him, his breath coming out fast against Taehyung’s lips and he swallows every exhale, every whimper.
He doesn’t think Jungkook makes a sound when he comes. His body tenses up tightly, his mouth opening as he soaks his briefs and Taehyung’s hand. His eyes press tightly shut, brows twisting in an expression that resembles one of pain.
Taehyung’s so fucking hard he could come without being touched he thinks as he kisses Jungkook through his orgasm. Jungkook kisses him hard, biting his lip until it feels as if he might be bleeding before he pulls away.
“Tae,” Jungkook says again as Taehyung slips his fingers from Jungkook’s pants. He rubs his wet hand up Jungkook’s shirt, wiping away the come across Jungkook’s skin. It’s dirty, but it’s less obvious than on his pants or shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“What?” Taehyung starts and his heart dumps again when Jungkook pulls away, panic in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he says again and he attempts to pull away but Taehyung is gripping him hard. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I don’t mind,” Taehyung immediately says, circling his arms under Jungkook’s armpits and clasping his hands together so he can’t run away. If he’s uncomfortable, he’ll let him go. But he needs to say this first. “I really don’t mind. I wanted to.”
Jungkook swallows thickly. He looks unsure. “You did?”
Taehyung nods, pressing his hips forward. “Yeah. You feel that? I wanted it.”
There’s a moment of confused silence before Jungkook nods and relaxes. He rubs a hand down Taehyung’s spine but Taehyung is afraid if he lets go, Jungkook will run.
“Do you want me to -?”
Yes, Taehyung thinks as he shakes his head no. If Jungkook is panicked from getting rubbed off, he doesn’t want to see what Jungkook might look like after touching him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Taehyung asks, cocking his head.
Jungkook nods, but his eyes dart around the crowd instead of looking at him. “Yeah. I - I liked it too.”
Taehyung nods. They’ve overstepped a boundary here, but Jungkook liked it and so did he. They should talk about it, tomorrow or something. He’ll take a peek at his schedule after they walk home.
“I know. You made a mess.”
“Oh god,” Jungkook grunts in mortification as he peels away from Taehyung’s grip. Taehyung follows after him with a huff of giggles.
Taehyung is in a better predicament than Jungkook in jeans. It’s less obvious that he’s hard under the tight, thick material. Jungkook’s lucky his pants are black, but if he had still been hard, it would have rocked Hoseok’s entire world. Jungkook still looks at Hoseok with worried eyes like he notices and knowing Hoseok, he probably does, but he doesn’t mention it.
It’s difficult for Taehyung to sit still as he curls back up on the tattered couch with Jungkook, who seems much more focused and relaxed. It doesn’t help that he feels Jungkook’s body heat and his cock is desperate to be touched. It doesn’t help when Jungkook absentmindedly reaches over and curls his fingers around the back of Taehyung’s neck as they talk.
Yoongi’s eyes are on them too, barely open from the weed but there’s a gummy smile on his lips every time Taehyung flushes. Yoongi is the President of the Taekook fan club, a group he started freshmen year when Taehyung finally announced his longtime crush on Jungkook. He came up with the name and everything, probably with Hoseok - the Vice President. He thinks Namjoon was made treasurer, though Taehyung isn’t sure what the fuck they’re raising money for.
“While you two were gone,” Jin says, kicking his feet so they’re laid over Jimin’s legs. The party is starting to die down, the music quieting and the atmosphere taking on that feel only the early hours of the morning can bring. “We decided where we’re camping this year.”
Taehyung curls in on himself, resting his head in Jungkook’s lap so he can press his legs together. He decided to sip on Namjoon’s gross drink again, and it’s only made the feeling in his body worse.
“We camp every year,” Jungkook says, confusion in his tone.
“Hyung rented the cabin already, you mean,” Jimin laughs, narrowing accusing eyes at Yoongi. “It’s next to a lake, it’s beautiful. Yoongi hyung took me last year.”
There’s red in Yoongi’s cheeks as he nods. “It’s my Uncle’s. I figured since some of us have a lot of graduation dues this year, we would save by just going there.”
There’s fingers in Taehyung’s hair as he curls his arm around Jungkook’s thigh to use as his pillow. He can’t stop thinking about how close he is to his dick, and how he had touched him there.
It feels surreal.
Taehyung has a problem. A big dilemma - a Jungkook sized dilemma.
They bicker back and forth about the details of the trip; from who is in charge of what to who shares with who. The pairings are pretty obvious; the same as every year. Except Hoseok puts up a fight when he isn’t paired with Yoongi and Jimin.
“They’re small,” Hoseok argues, throwing an accusing hand at an offended looking Jimin, who sits perched in Yoongi’s lap. “The three of us will fit together better in a room than Jungkook, Tae and I.”
Yoongi frowns at this. “We aren’t sharing a bed, Hobi. It doesn’t matter if we’re small.”
“You want me to share a room with these mammoths?” Hoseok complains, turning his accusation hand at Taehyung and Jungkook now. “You might as well make me sleep in a closet, that’s how much space I’m going to have.”
“We might,” Jin adds, a serious look to his face but his eyes betray him. “You’ve never had a problem sharing with Kook and Tae before.”
Taehyung curls until he can look at Hoseok. It’s true. The room pairing has never really changed. Taehyung used to share with Jimin before Yoongi and Jimin started whatever it is that they’re doing, and then he shared with Jungkook and Hoseok ever since.
“I’ve always had a problem with it. I’m just polite,” Hoseok says defensively, making Jungkook snort out a laugh. “I’ll give you whatever is in my bank account.”
Jungkook and Taehyung let out a series of offended comments as Yoongi snorts this time, shaking his head. “I don’t want your five won, Hobi. Keep it to yourself. You can share with Jimin-ah and I if you’re that desperate.”
Hoseok raises his fists in the air in victory, ignoring the way Jimin looks at him as if he’s plotting his murder. Jungkook pets his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, a soft smile on his face and Taehyung’s chest swells at the thought that he’s been able to pull Jungkook from his funky mood.
*
The annual camping trip happens every spring break. When most college kids are staying home because they’re broke or traveling to foreign islands because they’re wealthy, Taehyung and their group of friends find a forest.
Well, usually it’s a camping ground. Taehyung thinks it has to do with all of them majoring in a field focused on nature. From animals to plants to rocks or the sky, they’re all focused on something within nature. Not that they do a lot of studying while on their trip. Half of it is spent eating and being wasted and talking bullshit like they always do.
It’s fun, Taehyung is excited. He can’t stop the jump in his step as he drags his suitcase down the rocky path leading to Yoongi’s Uncle’s cabin. He’s well aware of the fact that Yoongi’s family has a lot of money, but it always takes him by surprise. It does now, as he spots the large wooden cabin in front of a glistening lake. There’s woods surrounding the path and the yard, but the yard is large and clear. They could have parked their cars closer, but Yoongi was worried about disturbing the grass, whatever that means.
The inside of the cabin is larger than it looked from the outside. The living room stretches larger than their entire apartment. There’s a porch that leads to a deck on the lake, a game room, a kitchen, and a bedroom on the first floor. The staircase is wide and spiraly, leading to another bedroom that’s more like an apartment with a kitchen and bathroom.
The top floor is the attic, made into a bedroom with two beds tucked into each corner. The ceiling slopes, one wall nothing but windows that overlook the river and the houses on the other side.
Taehyung places his hands and stares in amazement. He loves the water and the way the sun dances across it. He can feel Jungkook behind him before he tucks his chin over his shoulder.
They haven’t talked about it. At all. They’ve shared a few kisses since, all apart of the mission for Jungkook to kiss his crush properly. But they haven’t talked like Taehyung’s wanted to. Maybe one day, Taehyung doesn’t want to ruin it.
Taehyung turns and Jungkook’s lips are there in an instant. Okay, maybe they’ve shared non lesson kisses. But all of them are for practice, so it’s fine that they don’t announce it’s for learning. Taehyung is greedy, so he lets it happen, lets Jungkook’s tongue wander into his mouth because Jungkook seems to have an obsession with it.
“I claim this room,” Taehyung murmurs before he pulls away from Jungkook and announces it to the entire group on the floor below them.
No one complains, as it’s on the top floor without a bathroom. They have to walk through another room to get to the bottom floor, the room Namjoon and Jin get stuck in after losing rock, paper, scissors.
Jimin is gleaming with joy as he goes flying into the bedroom on the first floor with his suitcase. Yoongi pads after him, a fond look on his face while Hoseok looks like he wants death.
“You chose them,” Jungkook reminds him, a gruff edge to his voice. “Leaving your best friend with a broken heart.”
Hoseok wrinkles his nose, poking Jungkook in the chest. “If you remember correctly, Jungdickhead, you fired me from being your friend.”
Jungkook’s face falls and Taehyung lets out a laugh as Jungkook remembers that he did.
“Well - well, you stole my milk!” Jungkook exclaims.
After choosing their rooms, they all venture off to them to unpack and change. Taehyung considers changing rooms as Jungkook lifts his shirt off by the collar, and pads across the room without it. Taehyung lets himself watch the muscles of Jungkook back move as he does, only diverting his eyes when Jungkook turns to face him.
“You know, I was thinking hyung,” Jungkook starts as he finally grabs a shirt to save Taehyung’s sanity. He blames the hormones on Jungkook, his problem with getting somewhat hard every time they kiss, and how long it’s been since he’s been touched. A long time, longer than usual. He’s considering calling for someone before he dies. He hopes his date with Joshua goes well, that maybe he can get sucked off in the bathroom of whatever fancy restaurant Joshua promised to take him too.
“That’s a surprise,” Taehyung muses as he takes off his own shirt to replace it with something warmer. Even with the heat outside, it’s colder in the cabin than Taehyung expected.
Jungkook frowns at him. “Fuck off. I was thinking like. You know what? Nevermind. Yoongi hyung said there’s toads down by the water, I’m gonna go look.”
Taehyung jumps from where he sits on the edge of the bed, laughing as he takes Jungkook’s elbow in hand. Jungkook looks nervous when he turns around, his cheeks turning pink. “What is it? What were you thinking about?”
“Frogs,” Jungkook says gruffly, his voice more defensive than it needs to be.
He can’t help the laugh that bubbles in his throat, even if Jungkook looks more defensive because of it. “I’m sorry, you’re just not helping you’re whole ‘I don’t have a frog kink’ thing babe.”
“Oh my god,” Jungkook complains, pushing Taehyung away but it doesn’t last long before Jungkook’s hand is fisting into the band of his shorts to pull him closer.
They kiss, again. Taehyung doesn’t know what to make of it but he likes the way Jungkook’s bare chest feels against his own and how he can feel his heart beating. He rubs his palms over Jungkook’s chest, feeling how hard it is before he slips them upwards to curl around his shoulders.
“If I talk about frogs, will you kiss me more?” Taehyung wonders, tilting his head to the side. He can hear the others downstairs and they should pull away at some point since they don’t have a door. “Did you know there’s a frog that can freeze itself to survive the winter? A cutie told me.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook murmurs, but there’s a smile touching his lips as his cheeks tint pink. “Are you saying you want to kiss me more, hyung?”
Taehyung considers this with pouted lips, enjoying the way Jungkook fidgets while he waits. He’s complimented Jungkook’s looks often, but he wonders if Jungkook understands just how beautiful Taehyung thinks he is. “Maybe. I told you I really like teaching.”
Jungkook huffs out a relieved breath. “That’s what I was thinking about. Like, teaching me.”
He pulls away but Taehyung doesn’t miss the red creeping down his neck before he turns around. He starts mumbling, his words hard to decipher from how low and fast he speaks.
“What?” Taehyung asks, frowning as Jungkook pulls on a sweater and hides the beauty that is his back. “I didn’t catch that.”
Jungkook huffs as he turns around, eyes rolling. “I said maybe you could teach me other stuff if you wanted.”
God, he’s embarrassed. His eyes are so big and so busy wandering around the room. His cheeks are hot as his fingers fist into his shirt. Taehyung would find it adorable, but he’s having his own dilemma.
“Okay?” Jungkook grunts roughly as Taehyung just stares at him.
He feels like he’s melting on the inside, his body turning to mush. He’s completely down for teaching Jungkook whatever the fuck he wants to learn. But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.
Taehyung has never been good at good ideas. He excels at bad ideas.
“Okay, that’s fine.”
An eyebrow shoots up Jungkook’s forehead as he peers at him. “Okay that’s fine,” he mimics in a pretty good impersonation of Taehyung’s voice. “What does that mean?”
Taehyung wrinkles his nose. “It means, yeah. I’ll teach you. What is it you want to know?”
“Stuff,” Jungkook says.
“What stuff?”
Jungkook glares at him as he whispers, ‘sex stuff’, his tone still defensive before he pads off in a quick hurry, leaving Taehyung standing in their room alone and confused.
***
Jungkook is well aware of the fact that he is indeed an idiot. He knows this. He’s accepted this. It’s not an issue because he’s also very smart at a lot of things. He’s talented, and he gets good grades. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing with Taehyung.
He likes to kiss him, he likes the feel of his body against his own. His hands have minds of their own when he reaches for him. He almost does it in front of their friends a few times before he snaps out of it.
Maybe he’s actually a robot. A robot controlled by a demon that wants to ruin his life and every pair of pants he owns.
They sit around the campfire, the light flickering over all of their faces. There’s the sounds of crickets and toads in the distant, mixing in with the sounds of their voices and laughters. The night air is a bit nippy, especially so close to the water, but Jungkook has a wool blanket around his back and a warm solid body between his legs.
He wants to touch, but he keeps his hands on Taehyung’s waist and settles with that. Taehyung has a blanket over himself, a bottle cradled between his hands that he holds up for Jungkook to drink like he doesn’t want Jungkook to take his hands away and do it himself.
It’s hard to resist the bare of his neck and the way his lips want to kiss Taehyung there. There’s still the faint mark that Jungkook had left behind while they danced and he still gets embarrassed as he thinks about it.
He almost came in his pants grinding against Taehyung and they haven’t talked about it. Jungkook’s too nervous to. There’s a tension building between the two of them and Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s a good or bad thing.
Hoseok has tried to pester him with questions and his eyes are on them now, here and there. But it’s normal. They’re always cuddled together. They’ve always cuddled together and Jungkook’s always wanted to touch and kiss. The only difference is he now knows he can.
It’s late, a sleepiness hanging over them and Jungkook blames that on the way he nuzzles his face into Taehyung’s neck. He feels Taehyung tense for only a moment before he relaxes and continues on talking to Namjoon about his pet cactus.
He blames that sleepiness and the two and a half sips of beer he took on the way he grazes his lips over Taehyung’s skin. He’s nervous, nervous Taehyung is going to shove him off but Taehyung leans back further against his chest.
He doesn’t think Taehyung understands what Jungkook meant by teaching him more. And god, Jungkook nearly shit his pants trying to ask him. He has to be honest before they do. That yeah, he really does want to learn but he also just wants Taehyung to touch him. He thinks Taehyung wants to touch him too, but he isn’t sure. Maybe it’s just a hook up on Taehyung’s part, something Taehyung can easily recover from because he’s hooked up with friends plenty of times before.
Jungkook doesn’t know, but he can’t stop thinking about his date with Joshua and the way it makes his heart feel like it’s been eaten and spit up.
Taehyung pinches his calf hard when Jungkook tugs his skin into his mouth. Jungkook hisses, muffling the sound into the side of his neck as his leg throbs with pain from the touch.
“Sorry,” Jungkook breathes, resting his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder instead to resist the temptation to do it again. He needs to pull away from Taehyung and go to bed, but he doesn’t want to leave the warmth from Taehyung or leave the sound of his friends laughing.
Jungkook smiles as he follows along, rubbing his hands over Taehyung’s belly under the blankets to feel the way it rumbles when he laughs. He has a dick dilemma, he really does, because he can’t stop thinking with it. He truly does feel like he’s thirteen again when arousal sputters down his spine when his hands rub down Taehyung’s belly and his legs spread in response.
It’s a small move, barely noticeable, but Jungkook notices. He hesitates, watching his friends, before he moves his hands lower.
He feels Taehyung tense before he moves his legs up so his knees are up, pulling the blanket with it and hiding Jungkook’s hands underneath. Jungkook spreads his hands over his thighs, keeping a straight face as he feels the muscles there jump under his touch. Taehyung laughs at something Namjoon says but Jungkook isn’t listening.
“Jungkook, are you cool with canoeing tomorrow?” Jimin asks from across the fire, sipping something that looks sickly sweet from a straw. His feet are tucked under his body on a folded chair, a blanket covering his lap as another is wrapped around his torso because someone forgot to bring a coat or sweater.
“Yeah,” Jungkook answers coolly as he squeezes the insides of Taehyung’s thighs. He wonders what Taehyung is down to teach him, what he’s okay to experiment with. He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to push the boundaries they’ve already pushed, until Taehyung turns his head.
He feels his breath before he hears the soft, ‘ touch me ’ Taehyung whispers. Jungkook stills because Jimin is still looking at them through the fire.
“Tae doesn’t think you’ll actually get in the water,” Jungkook says, his voice thick even in his own ears as he drags his hands down Taehyung’s legs.
His breath catches in his throat as Taehyung easily laughs at Jimin’s offended tone when he exclaims how he is going to get in the water. Taehyung is already half hard when Jungkook rubs his palms between his legs.
Taehyung hadn’t let him touch him before. He never has. Jungkook doesn’t know why he can now, but he isn’t going to stop just because he’s nervous. He rubs Taehyung gently, experimentally, dragging a finger over the length of his cock through his slacks.
“Yeah, the day you actually get on the canoe is the day Jungkook confesses,” Hoseok adds and Jungkook stills.
“Hey, don’t bring me into this,” Jungkook grunts when Taehyung’s hand folds over his own and keeps his hands planted between his legs. It’s dangerous, their friends are all around, but something about it is incredibly fucking hot.
“If I get on the canoe, Jungkook has to confess?” Jimin asks and Jungkook’s face is growing too hot because no. He wishes they would stop talking about it. He wishes he could drag Taehyung away without it being noticeable when Taehyung very slowly rubs his hips up against Jungkook’s palm.
“Leave him alone,” Jin cackles from the side and Jungkook decides he’s friends with Jin and Jin only. “Let him crush in peace.”
Jungkook feels Taehyung’s cock twitch against his palm. He wonders if Taehyung always gets off on this, if he’s done it before around them. He likes it, likes the idea of making Taehyung coming apart without any of their friends noticing. He doesn’t think he’d be able to hide it, but Taehyung’s face is blank and impassive, revealing nothing that might suggest he’s using Jungkook’s hand to get off under the blanket.
“Don’t you think it’s time our little baby gets laid? Come on, we have to encourage him to confess,” Hoseok exclaims and he’s the worst because he is the only one that knows Jungkook’s crush (the love of his life) is with them, sitting between his legs at the current moment.
Taehyung exhales shakily, fingers digging into the back of Jungkook’s palm and Jungkook’s lungs squeeze with the inability to breathe.
“I think we should stop talking about it,” Taehyung grunts. Jungkook wonders if anyone else notices he sounds a bit breathless, a bit angrier than he usually sounds.
There’s a rumble of laughter and jokes, but they die as Taehyung stands. It’s quick, the way Taehyung peels Jungkook’s hands away and stands up. He pulls the blankets over his shoulders, covering himself with it and effectively hiding his own dick dilemma. Jungkook is quick to squeeze his legs closed when Taehyung stands, frowning as Taehyung excuses himself for bed.
There’s eyes on him as Jungkook watches Taehyung pad off. It’d be too obvious if he followed so he doesn’t. He thinks about disgusting, disturbing things and how slimy and gross looking caecilians are until he feels the nerves and arousal inside of him relax into something a lot more toxic feeling.
Hoseok’s eyes are on him but Jungkook avoids the look. There is no amusement in his eyes and he hates when Hoseok is serious about things. He looks at Jimin instead, the fire reflecting in his eyes and ice rushes up his spine and he sinks into himself so he can hide behind the flames.
They don’t stay up much later after that. With a promise to clean the yard in the morning after putting the fire out, they pad off to their bedrooms. Jungkook feels nervous before he enters his, the lights off. The large windows allow the moon to stream in, enough that he sees Taehyung sitting up in bed and not asleep.
Jungkook hates that it feels awkward as he peels off his sweater. He hates that his mind wants to say something but he isn’t sure what. He wants to know why Taehyung sounded angry, or if Jungkook had mistaken anger for frustration because Jungkook couldn’t stroke him off properly.
“Did you like that?” Taehyung asks, his voice deep as his whisper floats across the room. He doesn’t sound angry or irritated at all.
Jungkook freezes with his sweater half down his forearms.
“When you asked me to teach more, did you mean that? Teach you how to touch someone else?”
The sweater falls to the ground as Jungkook busies himself with finding his pajamas in the dark. He could turn on the light, look at Taehyung. He could deal with his nerves first hand and the fact that he doesn’t know what the fuck he is doing.
“That’s a lot of questions at one time.”
Taehyung lets out a soft laugh. “Come here.”
Jungkook obliges without hesitation, his pajama agenda goes forgotten. Taehyung shifts up the bed, allowing room for Jungkook to sit beside him.
The moon is bright, almost full, shining on Taehyung. He looks good in the moonlight. His face is bare, his hair pushed up by the headband he uses when he washes his face. He has his own pajamas on, a white shirt that’s so big it hangs off his shoulders and plaid pants that Jungkook gave him for Christmas one year.
“Tell me what you meant, Jungkook.”
Jungkook swallows as Taehyung takes his hands. “Yes.”
The moonlight is enough for Jungkook to see when Taehyung smiles, but it’s dark enough that Jungkook doesn’t feel as exposed as the light makes him feel.
“You want me to teach you how to kiss and touch?” Taehyung asks, his voice low. Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat as Taehyung slides Jungkook’s hands up his thighs slowly.
Jungkook nods. He’s facing the window, Taehyung can probably see him better than Jungkook can see Taehyung. Can he see how red his face is?
“You’re shy now,” Taehyung laughs quietly. “But you weren’t when you touched my cock in front of everyone?”
The words make Jungkook heat up more. It sounds obscene leaving Taehyung and Taehyung’s soft features. But he knows Taehyung can be dirty, isn’t only as soft and innocent as he looks at times. He knew Taehyung would be okay with doing more if Jungkook asked. He is no stranger to how much Taehyung loves casual sex.
“I was nervous then too.”
Another laugh, but Jungkook knows Taehyung isn’t laughing at him to make fun of him. He creeps Jungkook’s hands higher up his thighs and Jungkook wiggles closer, until their knees knock together.
“It’s okay to be nervous, Kookie baby,” Taehyung murmurs and Jungkook closes his eyes at the way the nickname makes his insides sputter. “There’s no teaching someone how to touch. Everyone likes to be touched differently.”
Jungkook nods. He knows that. “I want to know how you like to be touched.”
It’s whispered, barely louder than a breath. It’s more of a confession than Jungkook ever wanted to admit to, but it’s only right that he says it since it’s Taehyung he’s touching at the moment.
Taehyung nods in understanding, hovering Jungkook’s hands high up his thighs before he lets go. Jungkook only hesitates a moment before he bends his hands down and squeezes.
A soft gasp leaves Taehyung’s lips as he rests back on his palms and spreads his legs wider. Jungkook squeezes the insides of his thighs, kneading the fat there between his palms. It isn’t a place he would have thought to spend time on, but Taehyung bites hard at his bottom lip like he likes it.
“I’m not picky,” Taehyung mutters, his breathing harsh between his words and he’s barely been touched. “I like soft, rough, fast, slow. I like being touched everywhere.”
Jungkook nods as he presses up on his knees some so he can rub his hands higher. The side of his hand grazes over the press of Taehyung’s cock and he savors the shuddered breath Taehyung lets out.
“I like being kissed everywhere too,” Taehyung says, leveling his eyes with Jungkook as Jungkook shifts his fingers under the brim of Taehyung’s shirt.
He nods, though Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s nodding to as he lets his hands travel up Taehyung’s stomach. He follows the pace that Taehyung had set, because even if Taehyung prefers any kind of touch, setting the pace slowly is a sign that right now he likes it that way.
“Do you like touching me, Jungkook?”
It’s crossed a line from best friendship to something else. Something Jungkook’s thought about. Something Jungkook’s okay risking it all for. Kind of. He’d be lost without Taehyung in his life because Taehyung is his best friend, love of his life, roommate. All three of those components are parts Jungkook doesn’t want to lose.
He doesn’t think about it though as he nods and ducks forward. He’s thought about this a lot. He’s a professional Taehyung pleasurer, his daydreams have told him as much. Daydream Taehyung really gets off on his touches.
Taehyung gasps louder now when Jungkook mouths on the skin above his belly button. It’s a sound Jungkook doesn’t want to stop hearing, ever. He slides his palms up Taehyung’s sides and kisses over his belly.
Finger snatch in his hair as Taehyung’s thighs jerk farther apart. He pulls when Jungkook lowers his kisses. He’s only half ashamed of the groan rumbling in his throat from the pull, too focused on the way Taehyung’s belly trembles under his touch.
“Come up,” Taehyung breathes, his voice pinched as he tugs gently at Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook doesn’t want to stop kissing Taehyung as he shifts to kneel between Taehyung’s thighs and pulls his shirt off as he moves.
Taehyung cranes his head back to look at him and Jungkook intends to lower himself back to kiss Taehyung more, but there’s a mouth on his stomach.
Jungkook tenses, trying to keep back his groan that grows insubordinate as Taehyung flicks his tongue out and traces the faint lines of Jungkook’s muscles. Taehyung’s eyes are on him as he traces his tongue, dipping into his belly button and digging down the thin trail of hair beneath it.
“Tae,” Jungkook says as Taehyung dips lower, stopping between his hips, where his stomach turns into his groin. He sucks gently and Jungkook’s hips jolt, his fingers snatching at the back of Taehyung’s head to keep him there.
Taehyung doesn’t look away from him the entire time and Jungkook’s going to have a crisis.
“Like that?” Taehyung asks as he pulls away, craning his head back again and Jungkook can see it, can imagine pulling Taehyung forward.
God, he’s thought about it a lot. He doesn’t just think about kissing Taehyung’s mouth, but having his mouth stretched over the length of him and his throat closing tight around the head of his cock. It’s easier to imagine it like this, with Taehyung sitting between his legs.
“Yes,” Jungkook says as he falls down to rest on his calves. “Let me try?”
Taehyung breathes in deeply before he nods. He lets Jungkook guide him back against the pillows, stretching his legs out for comfort.
He pets Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook kisses over his stomach again. He licks down Taehyung’s belly button, enjoying the way his legs clenched close before Jungkook slips lower.
He nudges the band of Taehyung’s pants down as he goes, sucking softly around the same spot as Taehyung had touched him. He can feel the start of pubic hair tickle his chin and excitement fills Jungkook at the prospect of tasting Taehyung.
Taehyung has other ideas though as he pulls on Jungkook’s shoulder to tug him upwards. Jungkook goes with ease, hovering over Taehyung so they can lock their lips together.
It’s gentle, their lips molding over each other. There’s no wandering tongues but wandering hands, Taehyung’s warming over Jungkook’s bare back and squeezing at his sides. Jungkook’s rubbing over his throat and down his chest.
Taehyung gasps as Jungkook grazes over a nipple so he does it again, rubbing his chest with his palm. He hasn’t touched anyone like this before, finds it surprising that he gets off more by touching rather than being touched. He likes the soft gasps Taehyung lets out when he rubs at his nipple, tentatively squeezing him between his fingers until Taehyung’s back arches.
“Good,” Taehyung praises, tone rough as Jungkook pinches him again. His fingers linger, rubbing, squeezing, until Taehyung hisses in pain. “No, it’s good.”
Jungkook frowns, kissing along Taehyung’s jaw in apology. His heart is leaping into his throat as he kisses Taehyung’s, gentle at first before he drags his teeth over his pulse.
The strength in Taehyung’s arm as he pulls Jungkook until their chests throws Jungkook off guard. He’s too aware of the fact that there’s no door to their room, that Taehyung’s gasps could be easily heard by Namjoon and Jin below them. He cups a hand over Taehyung’s mouth as he bites down along his throat but somehow Taehyung is louder, the muffled moan against his palm pounding into Jungkook’s ears.
There’s an ache between Jungkook’s legs but he resists rubbing down, despite how hard it is not to. He feels childish for being so worked up so easily but he blames that on Taehyung again. The need for Taehyung is only understandable as Taehyung squirms and moans beneath him.
He wants to leave a mark, but it would be too obvious to anyone who will see it the next day. So he compromises with licking over each gentle bite, waiting to bruise Taehyung’s skin until his mouth is lower.
Taehyung grips his hair hard when Jungkook bites at his chest. He gasps, another pained noise that Jungkook apologizes with embarrassment against his skin.
“No, it’s good,” Taehyung insists, his hips rocking up so he can feel the hard press of Taehyung’s cock against his stomach. “Real good, Jungkook.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head up to make sure Taehyung isn’t lying. He looks fucked out, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide.
Taehyung is so beautiful it’s distracting.
“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees with a nod of his head. “Foreplay is good.”
Jungkook snorts, burying his face back against Taehyung’s chest to hide his embarrassed cheeks. He’s used to being teased, he doesn’t ever truly mind, but he suddenly feels really embarrassed about his inexperience.
He’s coaxed up again by gentle hands on his chin. Taehyung is smiling slightly as he rubs at Jungkook’s cheeks. “I don’t know how much you want.”
Neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t want to tell Taehyung everything, he doesn’t want to appear eager. He doesn’t want Taehyung to see how much he truly wants him, even if it’s obvious already.
“I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” Jungkook decides on.
Taehyung nods in acceptance. “Sit up, baby.”
If Taehyung keeps calling him that, Jungkook is surely to die. Die right here in Yoongi’s Uncle’s cabin with a hard on and embarrassment on his cheeks. He moves, reluctantly, not wanting to stop touching Taehyung but it’s worth it as Taehyung sits up on his knees and starts to strip.
Jungkook can’t breathe as Taehyung reveals himself. He looks confident, comfortable, not as nervous as Jungkook feels as his cock slips from its restraints and slaps back against his belly with a wet sound. But that’s Taehyung, shameless and confident always.
Moonlight gleams off the slick head of Taehyung’s cock as he sits back down and tosses his clothing. Jungkook doesn’t understand the nudge of Taehyung’s head at first, but when he does he scrambles a lot less seductively to take off his own pants.
Taehyung hiccups out a giggle that turns harsh when he touches himself. Jungkook can’t breathe, he’s dying, suffering, as he watches Taehyung’s fist wrap around his own length. He touches loosely, slowly, like he just needs to get the edge off.
“I like this,” Taehyung says as he rubs his palm over the head of his cock a few time, swirling his fist. He grits his teeth, whimpering quietly before he slicks precome down the length of his cock. “Teasing. I like to be teased.”
Jungkook nods as he knees up the bed, his pants now lying in a heap beside Taehyung’s. His cock hangs heavy and hard between his legs and his body heats up as Taehyung eyes him and licks his lips absentmindedly.
“You’ve touched yourself before?” Taehyung asks, a grin playing on his lips as Jungkook nods seriously. “It isn’t different touching another dick. Same shit, different angle. Unless you take me from behind.”
Jungkook sputters at this and amusement fills Taehyung’s eyes as he bites his lips and reaches lower to fondle his balls. “No, I mean - nevermind. Sit, I’ll show you.”
A groan filters Taehyung’s lips as he squeezes at the head of his cock, watching to make sure Jungkook sits before he moves.
Suddenly Taehyung is pushing between his legs, resting his back to Jungkook’s chest and sitting between his legs. Jungkook bites his groan back when the fat of Taehyung’s ass pushes against his cock, trapping his length to his belly. Taehyung is naked, so naked and so touching as much of Jungkook as he can.
Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand, turning his head into Jungkook’s neck as he guides it between his legs. Jungkook tentatively wraps his fingers around his length, amazed at the precome that drips down Taehyung’s cock from barely being touched.
“S’good,” Taehyung murmurs against his throat as Jungkook strokes him. He mimics Taehyung earlier, working his palm over the head until Taehyung moans, his legs clenching and spreading with every stroke. “Really good.”
Jungkook turns and bites at Taehung’s lips as he digs his thumb into the slit of his cock, a touch he likes himself. Taehyung is loud, gasping into Jungkook’s mouth as his hips rock off the bed.
“You have to be quiet,” Jungkook reminds him, despite the slick sound of his hand working over a cock echoing across the quiet bedroom. “Unless you like that. You got really hard when I touched you in front of everyone.”
“Fuck off,” Taehyung whispers, but there’s no bite to it. His soft moans vibrate over Jungkook’s throat as he strokes him.
Jungkook removes his hand to rub at the inside of Taehyung’s thigh like he saw he liked, squeezing the flesh and spreading his legs further. Taehyung gasps loudly, reaching up to put a hand to mouth as his head tilts back. His cock twitches back towards his stomach, leaking steadily and Jungkook does it again before wrapping around him.
There isn’t anymore speaking as Jungkook strokes Taehyung off. There’s nothing but the muffled sounds of Taehyung’s gasps and the wetness between Jungkook’s fingers. It’s hard not to touch himself, his hips rocking up to grind his cock against Taehyung’s plush ass, but he enjoys seeing Taehyung fall apart before him.
Taehyung grabs his arm suddenly, hips rocking up quickly into Jungkook’s fist. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
Jungkook tightens his fingers, thumb rubbing over the vein on the underside. Taehyung’s hips work back against him and up towards his fist, looking desperate and Jungkook wants it, wants him to come all over himself.
“I want to see you come, hyung. Please?”
Taehyung whines lowly as he nods and breathes, ‘okay, okay. Make me come.’
There’s a hand on his jaw, dragging their lips together. Taehyung’s moans on his tongue, his body rocking, excitement grows in Jungkook, making his hand work over Taehyung faster.
As loud as he had been, Taehyung is silent when he comes. His body locks up, his mouth open around silent moans against Jungkook’s lips. His hips jerk, come spurting out against his belly and neck.
Jungkook grinds hard against Taehyung’s ass, groaning low as he watches Taehyung fall apart. It’s the hottest shit he’s ever seen, hotter than Daydream Taehyung could ever be. He feels guilty for thinking of that, they’ve built quite a connection over the years and Jungkook is nothing but a loyal man, but it’s nothing compared to this.
Taehyung turns quickly despite his shaking knees, to grab Jungkook’s face and kiss him hard, desperate. He huffs and moans into Jungkook’s mouth, making Jungkook feel dizzy from the sudden turn of events.
“That was so good,” Taehyung praises, stroking Jungkook’s cheeks. “God, you’re sure you need me to teach you?”
Jungkook flares with embarrassment as Taehyung peppers his nose. He’s about to complain about his own hard on, but Taehyung is pushing a hand to his chest until he falls back.
And there’s been plenty times that Jungkook has thought about this too. He never thought he’d experience it. Hell, he’s quite positive he is dreaming now, stuck somewhere in dreamland with the Taehyung of his imagination when Taehyung’s lips wrap around him without hesitation.
Jungkook’s vision goes white, eyes fluttering shut as Taehyung slides down his cock like he’s just as desperate Jungkook was to see him come. There’s force in his palms as he plants Jungkook’s hips to the mattress, keeping him from bucking up as his takes Jungkook into his mouth.
It’s hot and wet, noisy as Taehyung slurps loudly every time he pulls off. Jungkook’s stomach tenses, toes curling, he knows he’s close already. Taehyung knows it too, looking up at him with mirth in his eyes as he sucks Jungkook down until his nose buries itself into the hair at the base.
Jungkook’s fist flies to his mouth as he feels himself near the edge. Taehyung’s throat clenching around him, his fingers digging into his hips, the fact that this is all happening is enough to drag Jungkook over. A warning slips past his lips and Taehyung hums, sinking down and it’s too much.
It hurts when Jungkook bites into his fist, so hard he cringes at the feeling as pleasure rocks through him. He cries softly into his fist, Taehyung’s lips rubbing over his cock and tongue rubbing on the underside as he comes down Taehyung’s throat.
Taehyung pulls off with a heavy breath, chest heaving before he lowers himself back down to tease the sensitive head. Jungkook hisses, bucking up to move Taehyung away because it’s too much. He feels raw and ripped inside, but also like he’s floating on one of the mountains he can see past the lake and village.
“Holy fuck hyung,” Jungkook breathes.
Taehyung’s eyes are wide with nerves again. “Is that okay? I should have asked.”
“It’s good,” Jungkook breathes, his body still buzzing and unwilling to calm down. “Fuck, you gotta teach me how to do that.”
Taehyung flushes, eyes blowing wider. He wants to make Taehyung feel as good as he does, to taste Taehyung the way Taehyung had tasted him.
“Another time,” Taehyung murmurs, still trying to catch his breath. “I think you’ve killed my throat and my body.”
“Sorry -” Jungkook starts, wanting to remind that Jungkook never ever imagined Taehyung would give him head so it’s his own fault, but Taehyung is shutting him up with a kiss.
“Stop apologizing. I liked it.”
And it’s all Jungkook needs to hear before he’s pulling away to find his shirt to help clean the sticky mess on Taehyung’s stomach.
It feels a bit awkward afterwards, but Jungkook knows that’s his busy mind. Taehyung makes jokes and giggles as he pulls his clothes on, and he pouts when Jungkook steps off the bed to go into his own.
“So that’s it? Fuck me and then go to your own bed.”
“I didn’t fuck you,” Jungkook splutters in embarrassment, but he’s already retreating back to Taehyung’s bed and the blanket Taehyung holds up for him to slip under because he knows Jungkook would return.
“You could have,” Taehyung murmurs sleepily, smiling as Jungkook slips beside him and he can use his chest as free real estate.
Jungkook stiffens, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what Taehyung just said. Taehyung seems oblivious and he burrows himself into Jungkook’s side, face nuzzling into his neck.
***
It goes on. They don’t talk about it. They probably should, but Taehyung finds it hard when Jungkook kisses him whenever they’re alone long enough to talk about it. He finds it hard when Jungkook touches him and slips his hands into his pajamas whenever it’s dark and quiet.
It’s hard but easy to forget Jungkook is just experimenting. Taehyung doesn’t mind so much to help him, he’s a bit selfish in his own need to have Jungkook touch him. He doesn’t mind when he gets Jungkook moaning softly into his mouth and coming across his stomach.
He only minds when it’s the daytime and he watches Jungkook laugh and play around with the others. He only minds when he’s left alone to think too long about it. He only minds when his friends continue to tease Jungkook about confessing to his crush.
But then he finds himself forgetting about talking and rocking down hard against Jungkook instead. He doesn’t care if the bed rocks, if they can probably be heard. Everyone in their group is intelligent, they’ll have to have noticed the difference in their dynamic. Jungkook touches a lot more, becomes more shy than he usually does when Taehyung whispers into his ear. They know, and if they don’t already, they will soon.
“They’re gonna hear you,” Taehyung pants, resting his hands beside Jungkook’s head to lean close to his face. Jungkook whines, hips curling up to meet Taehyung’s. Taehyung thinks about fucking like this, riding down on Jungkook, feeling Jungkook’s hands on his waist as he drags him onto his cock.
It makes him come faster than he’d like to admit. He holds tight onto Jungkook as Jungkook comes in response, milking out with his hips rubbing harshly against Taehyung’s softening cock.
They kiss - a lot. They probably shouldn’t, not now, after they’ve orgasmed, but Taehyung ignores the warning in his head as he kisses Jungkook until his breathing has slowed and his body has stopped trembling.
He pulls off Jungkook, wiping his chest clean just as the sound of feet sound up the stairs.
Jungkook moves quickly, ripping himself from Taehyung’s bed to hop into his own. Taehyung isn’t as quick, pulling a shirt over his come stained stomach as Jimin appears in the doorway. He knows he looked fucked out, he still feels it.
“Hey Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook says, attempting to sound cool and Taehyung snorts because he doesn’t.
“Hey frog boy,” Jimin says, half waving to him before he climbs into bed beside Taehyung.
Taehyung tenses, eyeing Jungkook’s wide eyes from across the room. There might be come on the sheets. His first instinct is to shove Jimin from the bed and he does, but the moment Jimin lands on the ground, Taehyung knows it’s the wrong move.
“What the fuck,” Jimin huffs, lips pushing into an instant pout that’s meant to do nothing but guilt Taehyung. It always works.
“The bed’s lava,” Taehyung blurts.
Jimin glares at him. “Than why are you on it?”
Taehyung looks up to Jungkook for help. He isn’t any help at all as he just stares back, hiding under his covers. “I’m the lava demon.”
Jimin jumps up to his feet. “You know, I’m supportive of you Tae, but this is one weird kink that I’m not sure I can get behind.”
There is a smirk on Jimin’s lips that tells Taehyung he is doomed. Revenge for shoving him is coming and it’s coming now.
“What are you -”
Jimin jumps back when Taehyung jerks towards him. Jungkook just sits there, watching.
“Kookie is okay with your weird demon kink? Maybe you two are meant to be together.”
Taehyung can’t look at Jungkook as he tries to football tackle Jimin. Jimin dodges him easily. Taehyung knows he needs to work out more, he knows sex isn’t enough. One day he’s going to get strong and fast and beat Jimin.
“I should have believed you when you said it,” Jimin laughs, dodging him again. “You sure were passionate when you tried to convince me Jungkook was your soulmate.”
Jimin’s body hits the ground with a thud, pain shooting up Taehyung’s head as their heads collide. They roll over each other, fumbling out laughs and grunts of cuss words before Jimin has Taehyung trapped beneath him.
Jungkook’s laughing and Taehyung is going to murder the both of them, his heart be damned.
“I’m going to tell Yoongi hyung you’re into petplay.”
Jimin, the soft thing that he is, looks murderous. “I am not. Don’t lie to him.”
Taehyung struggles when Jimin pins his hands to the ground. “You sure? Didn’t you call him your cute little kitty?”
“Not like that! I didn’t mean it like that!” Jimin huffs, mortified. There’s movement downstairs and Taehyung knows their tussle woke the others up. Jungkook is finally moving, albeit lazily so, throwing his feet over the edge of the bed to hopefully come save Taehyung.
“Yeah - sure you didn’t.”
“I didn’t!”
“Okay, Jiminnie -”
“I’m gonna tell Jungkook about your dream!”
It goes quiet. So suddenly it’s like everything around them stopped. Jimin’s eyes go wide like he hadn’t meant to blurt that out loud and Jungkook stills where he’s reaching out to catch Jimin off guard and pull him off.
There’s so many dreams that Taehyung doesn’t quite know which dream Jimin is speaking of. Well, there’s the one -
Jimin wouldn’t dare.
“You wouldn’t.”
Jimin huffs through his nose. There’s footsteps behind his head, someone else has entered the room.
“I wouldn’t,” Jimin says, softly. He grimaces slightly, glancing at Jungkook. “Looks like you might have to. Um, yeah bye.”
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin’s legs when he stands and fights him back to the ground. Jimin might be small, but he’s strong, effortlessly dragging Taehyung back to his original position of being pinned down.
It’s Jungkook who saves Taehyung, the person by the door (Jin) hopelessly unhelpful as he watches the scuffle. Jungkook lifts Jimin with ease, pulling him from Taehyung and to his feet.
Jimin huffs. “I came up here for a cuddle Tae because I’m sad.”
Taehyung deflates, eyeing Jungkook before he lifts himself and takes Jimin’s hand. “Okay, sorry Chim. Come on.”
Jin snorts loudly from the door, shaking his head as he pinches his temples between his fingers. “What goes on,” he murmurs before he turns on his heel and heads out.
Because of the maybe disgusting mess of his bed, Taehyung drags Jimin into Jungkook’s instead. Jungkook looks betrayed for only a moment before he slides into Taehyung’s as Taehyung curls Jimin under the blankets and tucks him in close.
He waits for Jimin to tell him what’s wrong, or maybe to tell him if he wants Jungkook to leave before they talk. But he isn’t expecting the wrinkle of Jimin’s nose and the way he whispers, ‘Tae, you smell like sex,’ before giggling and turning around to sleep with his back facing him.
*
It really isn’t warm. Not a beach day warm. The water is pretty cold, but after awhile it doesn’t feel too bad. Taehyung hopes he doesn’t get sick, but it isn’t enough to pull him from the waves. Heat sticks to his skin from the sun despite the cooler weather, and he thinks he should have put on sun lotion like Jungkook had.
Taehyung dips into the water, feet kicking as he reaches around blindly. The water isn’t as clean as he’d like, but it isn’t nasty. Lake water is a bit slimy and he hates when his feet skid over the slimy rocks. He’s worried one will be a tortoise and bite his toes.
Taehyung’s hand collides with Jungkook’s leg and he feels Jungkook jump before Taehyung’s wrapping around his body. Jungkook splashes around before Taehyung emerges from the water with a laugh.
He wants to kiss him. He looks beautiful with his pink cheeks and wet hair stuck to his forehead. He has a white shirt on that does nothing to hide his torso, and under the water Taehyung knows there’s baby blue swimming trunks on with dark green things that Jungkook swears aren’t snakes but some type of amphibian instead.
Taehyung blinks water from his eyes, feeling them stick to his eyelashes before he ducks back into the water. He knocks Jungkook’s legs, pushing off balance as he moves quickly. He grabs onto the not snake swimming trunks and yanks.
Jungkook accidentally kicks him in the stomach and Taehyung chokes on water as he laughs. It’s difficult to run when the water is higher than his waist, so instead he calls for Jin and catapults Jungkook’s shorts across the lake.
“Fuck,” Jungkook huffs before a hard body hits Taehyung’s back and he’s going under. He quickly pinches his nose as another laugh threatens to make him choke again. Jungkook bites him, hard as he pushes him deeper into the water, staining his shoulder with teeth marks.
Taehyung gasps for breath as he struggles to get away from Jungkook. Jungkook has murder in his eyes as he chases him through the water as Hoseok waves his swim trunks in the air before tossing them to Namjoon.
“I’m murdering every one of you in your sleep,” Jungkook threatens as he grabs Taehyung’s ankle.
There’s another set of hands on Taehyung’s arms, Jin’s traitorous laughter behind him as Jungkook takes his revenge and strips his own dolphin printed swimming trunks from him. Taehyung has less shame, but he kicks and struggles to keep the trunks.
Jungkook whoops out a wild giggle as he reaches high up into the air making it so Taehyung can’t reach until he climbs up Jungkook like he’s a tree, revealing his bare skin.
It isn’t something Taehyung’s mind, doesn’t care if his friends see the care of his ass as he retrieves his trunks. He grabs onto Jungkook’s shoulders, jumping, his legs circling Jungkook’s waist so he can reach above their heads.
“If you wanted me naked, Kookie, you could have taken me inside and asked.”
Jungkook stumbles backwards, his arm shaking some as he stretches it away from Taehyung. He wants to kiss him, badly.
“You took mine off, first.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, using his strength to tighten his grip around Jungkook’s waist and lift himself higher.
Jungkook hisses in his ear and falters enough that Taehyung can grab his shorts back. He looks caught off guard, mouth hanging half open as Taehyung flips from Jungkook to put his shorts back on.
Taehyung has Hoseok throw him Jungkook’s swimming trunks before he takes off in a run, catapulting inside the cabin and stranding a very naked Jungkook in the lake with their friends.
Part of him expects Jungkook to stay in the water until he returns because Jungkook has to know by now that Taehyung won’t let him suffer for long, and another part of him wants Jungkook to get a little shameless.
He’s pleasantly surprised when Jungkook comes slipping and sliding into the cabin behind him, bare bits on show before he collides into Taehyung.
“Give me those,” Jungkook huffs, his voice too soft before he kisses Taehyung and wraps his wet body around his. Their friends might be able to see, maybe. Maybe Taehyung doesn’t care, or won’t, until they start asking questions he can’t answer.
“Here’s your snake trunks,” Taehyung murmurs, feeling hazy as he lets go of Jungkook’s swim wear.
“Not snakes,” Jungkook responds, amusement in his tone. His eyes are bright with stars as he searches Taehyung’s face.
“Oh, I was talking about this then,” Taehyung says, reaching between Jungkook’s legs.
Jungkook groans loudly in complaint as Taehyung snickers out a laugh. “That was awful, don’t say shit like that again. Please, I beg you.”
He scrambles to pull on his briefs before he leaves Taehyung in the cabin, shaking his hips as he goes to tease. Taehyung should have never told him he’s into that.
After swimming and changing into warm, dry sweatpants, they set up the grill outside. The smell of cooked meat and smoke fills the air. Taehyung sits on the edge of the picnic table, watching Jungkook, Jin, and Jimin’s toes dig into a man made sand pit as they play volleyball. Namjoon stands over the grill, bopping his head to the music that plays from the speakers tucked on the porch. Yoongi’s picking at the food but pretending not to whenever Namjoon looks at him in warning.
And Hoseok, Hoseok is forcing himself between Taehyung’s legs and asking too many questions.
He’s Jungkook’s best friend. If anyone were to know about who Jungkook’s crush is, it’s Hoseok. He definitely knows. Taehyung would never ask him though. He only wants Jungkook to tell him if he’s comfortable with doing so. Taehyung isn’t sure why he cares so much.
But Hoseok keeps talking about it and Taehyung loves Hoseok a lot. So much. They’re really close, but Taehyung wants to shove a hot dog into his mouth until he shuts up.
“Kookie has been really bummed over the guy he likes,” Hoseok says as he hooks his arms over Taehyung’s spread legs. Taehyung clutches the bun of his hot dog, ready. “I told him to talk to him.”
“Yeah me too.”
Hoseok exhales through his nose, squinting beneath his yellow lens sunglasses. “I couldn’t keep it bottled up for that long. Dude’s liked this guy for like five years.”
Taehyung’s fingers break through the bread as his eyes find Jungkook, who dives into the sand just in time for the volleyball to collide with his clenched hands. Sand sticks to his body as he jumps to his feet, his body bending backwards as he laughs at Jin.
Who the fuck is it? Taehyung wants to ask, because the only people that Jungkook’s known that long are standing around them. Or that Taehyung knows of. Jungkook isn’t really close to anyone else. There are a few people he’ll consider friends enough to hang out with them from time to time, but everyone he is close to is here.
“Oh dang,” Taehyung hums, unaffected. Because he is. Whatever, he doesn’t care.
“Yeah,” Hoseok sighs, sounding tired as he peeks over his sunglasses at where Yoongi sneaks a handful of pickles into his mouth behind Namjoon’s back. “He really likes him, I mean -”
Hoseok makes a choking noise as Taehyung goes for it and shoves the hot dog in his mouth. Hoseok’s eyes are wide with offense as Taehyung slides from the picnic table to stand on his feet. It catches the attention of the other’s and guilt makes Taehyung deflate in front of Hoseok.
“Sorry hyung.”
“What was that for?” Hoseok asks as he chews. He takes another bite, frowning in a pleased way.
“I don’t want to talk about Kook’s crush anymore,” Taehyung admits, quietly. Hoseok’s eyes brighten and Taehyung grabs his wrist before slamming the hot dog back into Hoseok’s mouth.
It’s obvious. If anyone doesn’t know by now, that’s their own fault. Jimin figured it out in like seven seconds after seeing him and Jungkook together the first time. He turns on his heel, storming off.
“Hyung, Yoongi keeps stealing all your pickles,” Taehyung announces to Namjoon as he passes him. Yoongi’s face twists in complaint, his mouth stuffed with pickle as Namjoon turns on him and swats him with the greasy spatula.
***
Jungkook likes the dark quiet around the cabin. He likes the croaks from the toads and the chirps of the grasshoppers. He likes how their laughter fits into the night air and how the owls hoot in response.
They’ve strayed from the cabin for their last night and into town. It’s a tourist town, filled with shops and restaurants. There’s another lake that’s sectioned off as a beach, a board walk lining in that they walk across.
Taehyung’s fingers sit snugly between Jungkook’s as they swing their hands between them. Taehyung keeps his eyes on the river, the moon that can be seen reflected in the middle. It’s quiet mostly, soft chatter between them as they eat the ice cream they had gotten after dinner.
Jungkook wants to confess to him, right here in front of his friends. He’s been thinking about it all day but he’s decided it’s a bad idea. They could be friends with benefits, maybe. Jungkook will admit there wasn’t someone else, or maybe lie again and say he’s not interested anymore. He’d be fine with that, because he isn’t sure he wants to stop ever feeling Taehyung’s hands on him.
Different ways to ask play over in Jungkook’s head. It’s awkward, asking. He doesn’t know how to ask at all. Every way he thinks sounds awkward and weird. Do people converse about being friends with benefits, or do they just do it? Is it weird to call it friends with benefits? Should he just ask Taehyung if he wants to keep fucking around? It’s so hard not to kiss him at any given moment that he knows he’s going to fuck up soon.
Taehyung smiles softly at him as he squeezes his fingers. “What are you thinking so much about over there?”
“Did you know a group of frogs is called an army?” Jungkook asks, earning a groan somewhere from Jin. “Can you imagine it? A little army of frogs getting ready to go to war?”
Taehyung lets out a laugh, looking at Jungkook as if he’s lost his head. “You look like you’re contemplating dropping out of school and becoming a wild man, but you’re thinking about army frogs?”
Jungkook sighs, shrugging. “I just wonder who decided that was a good name for a group of frogs you know?”
Jin groans again, pushing between them but Taehyung’s grip on his fingers tighten like he refuses to let go. “If you talk about frogs one more time, I’m frogging punching you.”
“Okay, let’s talk about rocks then. Tell me, what do you call a group of rocks?”
Jin wrinkles his nose and jerks his clenched fist like he might throw a punch, but he’s backing up. “You’re a group of rocks.”
“You’re an Eryops ,” Jungkook calls back, pushing up on his toes to yell over Namjoon who is in front of him as Jin takes off in front of all of them.
“I don’t know what that is!” Jin calls back, hands out before him. Taehyung clutches a sleeve covered hand to his mouth.
“It’s an ancient big headed amphibian, just like you!”
Namjoon hangs his head, groaning in complaint when Jin comes sprinting forward. Jin pretends to struggle to get through everyone, though no one is in his way.
The moment he’s a foot in front of Jungkook, Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s hand and takes off in a sprint.
The fighting and bickering stop when they reach their cabin, Jungkook and Jin calling a truce with a handshake that results in the two of them trying to squeeze each other’s fingers off. Jungkook wins and Namjoon looks like he might kill the both of them.
“You’re an actual child,” Taehyung complains as he circles a hand around Jungkook’s waist and tugs him into the cabin and away from Jin. “You’re helping me with drinks.”
Jungkook complains loudly about it, but he follows after Taehyung into the kitchen. Their roles and shifts have changed every day, which Jungkook is thankful for. Namjoon had been in charge of drinks the night before and Jungkook feels like he nearly died after one sip of the worst concoction ever made.
Taehyung hums as he mixes drinks, wiggling his hips to whatever song that plays in his head. Jungkook watches, being of no help whatsoever, before he grabs Taehyung’s hips and lines their bodies together.
He presses a soft kiss behind Taehyung’s ear. If Jungkook’s being realistic, their small touches and shared kisses really aren’t just lessons anymore. They’re unnecessary and selfish on Jungkook’s part.
Taehyung tilts his head to the side. “You’re not helping me at all there bud.”
Jungkook giggles before he nips Taehyung’s neck. They can see the others outside, setting up another campfire and Yoongi yelling at Namjoon not to burn his Uncle’s cabin down.
“Sorry,” Jungkook murmurs, pulling away. He likes this, whatever it is. He doesn’t think a name exists for it and if one does, Jungkook isn’t trying to define it. It’s definitely not what it’s supposed to be, but Taehyung hasn’t mentioned it and Jungkook isn’t going to. “I like touching you.”
Taehyung’s smile turns shy before he tucks his head away and finishes mixing the drinks. It’s a confession of sorts, that Jungkook expects to get more of a response to, but he doesn’t. He wants to kiss Taehyung, but he stops himself when Jimin joins them and sits himself on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Jungkook offers to help Taehyung carry the tray when he’s finished, but Taehyung orders him to make more as he takes it himself. Jimin watches on with amusement in his eyes.
“You guys are so cute,” Jimin sighs, a smile on his lips. “I’m so happy.”
Jungkook frowns, glancing over his shoulder and spilling a bit of margarita mix on the counter. Jimin and Taehyung have been best friends since before they were born, twins that shared a body and were separated or something like that. But somehow aren’t related, Jungkook’s never understood. He might know that they’re doing - whatever it is that they’re doing.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, pretending to be more interested in the overflowing cups of alcohol than the conversation.
“I’ve wanted you guys to get together for so long,” Jimin says, murmurs.
Jungkook wrinkles his nose at that. “We aren’t together.”
It goes quiet for a moment and when he turns, Jimin’s no longer smiling. His eyes are narrowed, dangerous, creating goosebumps across Jungkook’s skin.
“If you hurt him, Jeon Jungkook, I will kill you with my bare hands.”
Jungkook frowns at the acid in Jimin’s voice. “What are you talking about?”
Jimin hops from the counter and pushes a hand to Jungkook’s chest. “Is this what I think it is? You’re not together?”
“No?” Jungkook asks, trying to back himself up and into the kitchen counter. Jimin is terrifying. Jungkook’s watched him take down a man three times his size in seconds using just his legs before.
Jimin hits Jungkook’s chest. “So you’re just hooking up? And don’t lie. Taehyung and you were sporting hickies at the same time and your room smells like sex like, all the time.”
Jungkook grips the counter. He’s cornered. Jimin is going to murder him. He knew Taehyung would be the cause of his death but he would have never guessed it to be this way.
“Cleary, if Tae hasn’t told -”
“You are,” Jimin gasps and he knees Jungkook in the thigh. “This is bullshit. Get it together and fall in love with him, Jungkook. I’m not dealing with a broken hearted Tae. Don’t mess around with him at all if you don’t have feelings.”
Jungkook groans as Jimin knees him again, hands flying between his legs to protect his good bits because Jimin really does have murder in his eyes. “I do, I do! Stop, I do.”
Jimin stops and it’s the sight to be seen, Jimin with his leg half up and Jungkook desperately clutching at his crotch to protect himself.
“You do?”
Jungkook nods, flinching when Jimin moves his leg but it’s just to place it down.
“But he doesn’t know so like, shut up about it.”
Jimin gives Jungkook a hard look, crossing his arms. “What? That’s stupid.”
“It isn’t,” Jungkook says gruffly, turning around so Jimin won’t see how embarrassed he is. He worries about the safety of his ass since Jimin hasn’t moved too far away yet, and he holds a hand out in front of himself just in case. “I like what we’re doing. I don’t want my feelings to mess it up, okay?”
Jimin scoffs. “Did you hear a word I just said? Feelings? You know Taehyung has -”
“Shut up.”
Jungkook glances over his shoulder at Taehyung, who has returned. His eyes are hard on Jimin as his eyebrows raise, head cocking to the side like he’s trying to silently communicate, ‘what the fuck?’
Jimin presses his lips tightly together but his laugh comes blurting past them anyway. “Wow. What K drama is this?”
There’s confusion filling Jungkook quickly as Jimin tucks his head backwards and laughs loudly. He bounces on his toes before calling out, “Yoongi hyung! Guess what!”
“What was that?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung pushes him to the side and turns his nose at the mess Jungkook made.
“I didn’t tell Jimin about anything,” Taehyung says, resting a hand on the counter as he twists to look at Jungkook. “You and I need to talk about it at some point. How much you want me to teach you.”
There’s other things that need to be talked about. How none of this feels like a lesson. But Jungkook doesn’t want to talk about any of it. Limits are okay, it’s always good to talk about limits, but he doesn’t want to define anything.
“How often it’s okay for me to touch you,” Taehyung goes on. “And um -”
Taehyung freezes, lips pushing out before he nods his head. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“You can touch me whenever you want,” Jungkook replies. Mostly. He’s a bit embarrassed about affection in front of other people, but Taehyung’s always touched him whenever he wanted to anyway. “Um, and yeah. I want to try most stuff. All the stuff.”
Taehyung quirks a brow in interest. “All the stuff?”
Jungkook makes a noncomittal noise as he yanks his shoulder up to his ear in a shrug. “Mm, yeah.”
“Like?” Taehyung pushes and Jungkook groans the moment mischief appears in Taehyung’s eyes. He knows what Jungkook means. There have been times Jungkook has sworn Taehyung is a mind reader and than panicked, worrying that Taehyung’s been listening to all his dirty thoughts with Imagination Taehyung the whole time.
“Like, you know. Boom boom.”
“Boom boom,” Taehyung snickers, reaching up to finger the collar of Jungkook’s shirt. “What is boom, boom?”
Jungkook shrugs. He feels hot. Maybe he is a child. He can’t say it. He can’t hear it, either. He has to fling himself in the lake to cool himself when Taehyung pushes up on his toes to whisper in his ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jungkook?”
Jungkook swallows, nodding. He feels hot, too hot. “Wanna fuck you too.”
Taehyung pulls back with a pleased look on his face. “I don’t mind switching it up,” he says as he takes Jungkook’s hand to play with his fingers. “But wait until we have a door, okay? I can get a little loud.”
Fireworks burst across Jungkook’s cheeks and his hands shake as he grabs the cups to help Taehyung bring out the rest of them.
It’s all he can think about the entire night, and he blames that on how fast he comes when Taehyung presses him to the glass window and sinks to his knees to take him down his throat once again.
*
It feels strange returning to their apartment after a week away. They’ve lived here for years, the cabin only a week, but it feels as if they’ve been gone forever.
This apartment, where Taehyung and Jungkook’s friendship has grown and evolved. Most of the personal things Jungkook knows about Taehyung has been told to him on that ratty couch they got free online. The kitchen holds the few times they’ve argued and had to sit and talk seriously over microwaved ramen. The bathroom is filled with the first awkward moments of sharing a bathroom with someone to the moment where you realize how comfortable you are with someone because you don’t care about shutting the door anymore.
It’s home, and Jungkook thinks it feels more that way because Taehyung is here.
“You look like a dope,” Taehyung says fondly, nudging his shoulder as they enter with more bags than they had left with. “Why do you look like that?”
Jungkook looks around the apartment. He’s fallen in love with Taehyung here, it would be the best place to confess - at least, try to. But now that he’s thinking about it, he thinks moving out and living in solitude is a better option.
“Nothin’,” Jungkook answers as Hoseok knocks into him after insisting on coming to theirs instead of his own. Even when Jungkook made his eyes go big and shook his head behind Taehyung’s back. Hoseok looked too pleased ignoring him.
Taehyung purses his lips, amused but he lets it go. Even if Taehyung wasn’t interested in more, or even fucking around after Jungkook tells him, he’d be chill about it. That’s how he is. Maybe some teasing, torture, but it will be good natured.
He wants to ask Taehyung what Jimin meant about Taehyung being broken hearted, what Taehyung has told him to make him think they’re together. If Jimin is just assuming that because Jungkook feels like he looks like a love sick puppy.
God, he is. He might just blurt it out now as Taehyung shakes a hand through his hair and looks like a god so easily.
“I should probably call Joshua, make sure we’re still on for tomorrow.”
Maybe Jungkook is going to move out and live a life of solitude. Somewhere where he can make a frog wetland and be the sole savior of all frogs from going extinct. It’s a good life for him.
“You should probably cancel,” Hoseok interrupts with a loud sigh following. “I heard some not so great things about him.”
Taehyung frowns at this as he chucks his suitcase onto their couch. “Like?”
Hoseok cocks his head as he whistles. Jungkook doesn’t know a whole lot about Joshua, except that he’s beautiful and totally Taehyung’s type.
“He supports PETA.”
It’s immediate, the way Taehyung’s face twists in response. “How would you know that?”
“Facebook?” Hoseok says, twisting his face back.
Sometimes, Jungkook wants to murder Hoseok gently. Sometimes, Hoseok is the best person to ever exist and he’ll climb to the top of the clocktower in the middle of campus and announce it to the world.
It’s obvious he’s lying right now. Hoseok is a horrible liar, it shows in his eyes and his inability to keep a straight face. Taehyung looks too distraught to notice.
“Well - well, some people have good intentions for supporting PETA. They’re just uniformed and fucking wrong.”
Taehyung takes off in a whirl, heading straight to his bedroom as he whips out his cellphone.
A laugh leaves Hoseok’s lips as soon as Taehyung is gone. “Jungkook, my frog son, you’re welcome.”
Jungkook sucks through his teeth. “What if Tae really liked him, hyung?”
Hoseok’s face twists more, looking as if he just said Taehyung’s the one supporting PETA. “I doubt it. Taehyung doesn’t like. He probably needs to get off which, he wouldn’t have to if you just told him you want to suck face.”
Jungkook grits his teeth. Taehyung doesn’t like. It’s true. He doesn’t know of a time that he’s ever dated. There were a few hook ups Taehyung saw again and again, but it never lasted long.
But, Taehyung also doesn’t go on dates and yet he has one with dog hating Joshua.
“Maybe I have.”
Hoseok is raiding the fridge when Jungkook says this and he freezes. It’s slow the way his expression morphs into one of excitement and disbelief. “Shut up, no you didn’t.”
Jungkook cocks his head to the side, pushing up on his top toes. “Maybe we have sucked face and maybe, perhaps , it was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.”
If anyone will help him figure out his confessing, it’s Hoseok. Even if he has to be tortured to near death before they make any progress.
“You’re being serious.”
Hoseok is glaring at him now, a twist of anger and excitement in his eyes.
“I am.”
A sound so loud rips from Hoseok’s throat that Jungkook jumps in surprise. Hoseok is quick as lightning, closing the space between them to grab Jungkook’s cheeks.
“Why didn’t you tell me you son of a bitch? What does this mean? When’s the wedding?”
“Shut up,” Jungkook says in warning as he shoves Hoseok off. Lowering his voice, he whispers, “I didn’t tell him anything. We just kissed and um, stuff?”
“You didn’t tell him?” Hoseok exclaims, missing Jungkook’s push for them to be quiet. “What stuff ?”
Hoseok’s face freezes for a second before he slaps Jungkook on the side of the neck. “The hickey. Oh my god. Did you bang? Jungkook! You dog .”
There’s a series of kisses being slobbered against his skin as Jungkook struggles to push Hoseok off.
“Oh, you have to tell him! I better be the best man and the godfather to your children. Oh! Jimin and I can co-parent them if you two tragically die. And Yoongi, I guess too -“
“Hyung, I can’t tell Tae.”
Hoseok pulls off, a scolding in his eyes but neither of them say a word as Taehyung joins them.
“Tell me what?” Taehyung asks. His brows are scrunched as he holds his cellphone in his hands.
There are some frogs, who when faced with a threat, swell their bodies up in order to appear bigger, more dangerous. There’s some frogs who play dead. Jungkook considers the latter, but is worried of scaring Hoseok, whose heart already seems to be in danger of exploding. He could swell in size, but neither Hoseok nor Taehyung are afraid of him.
Jungkook’s fight or flight response is usually to attack. Which he could do, but he’d fail terribly the moment he turned to Taehyung.
“I um, I can’t tell you that,” Jungkook pauses to glance at a very unhelpful Hoseok, “uh - that Joshua, yeah Joshua, told me he hates dogs.”
Good save, Jungkook thinks proudly to himself, until Taehyung lifts his brows and crosses his arms and gives him that look that tells Jungkook he knows he’s lying.
“Oh he does? That’s so strange. He asked me if I wanted to go to the shelter with him this week. He’s afraid his dog is lonely when he’s gone and wants him to have a friend.”
Fuck.
Jungkook shrugs. He could run. He might run. He has nowhere to run to because Hoseok is here instead of his own fucking apartment.
“I dunno man. I’m just uh, telling you what I heard.”
Taehyung is like a predator when he moves, eyes intent on Jungkook like he may swallow him whole as he approaches. Swear builds at Jungkook’s neck and he isn’t sure if it’s because he’s afraid or because Taehyung is so hot heat radiates from him.
Hoseok sinks back slowly, muttering something about plants that need to be watered before the sound of him running echoes through the apartment.
“What’s going on, Jungkook?”
Jungkook glances to the side because Taehyung is close, too close. “A lot is going on right now, hyung. The world is a big place, you should be more specific.”
Taehyung pokes Jungkook in the chest. “With you. I can tell you’re lying but I don’t know why you would lie about someone hating dogs. That’s a serious accusation.”
Jungkook swallows. “I wasn’t lying.”
“Yes you were,” Taehyung says with a click of his teeth.
“Prove it.”
Taehyung snorts, his expression softening into something akin of fondness. He reached forward, pinching his fingers around the collar of Jungkook’s shirt.
“Are you jealous, Kookie?”
“No.” Yes . “You just never go on dates so - so I just want you to know what you’re getting into.”
With a roll of his eyes, Taehyung’s lips scrape over Jungkook’s cheeks. “That would be real nice of you, Kookie, but Joshua isn’t a dog hater and you’re jealous.”
“Am not.”
“Am too.”
“Am -”
Taehyung cuts him off with a kiss to his lips. He hums, twisting his head to the side like he’s rubbing their lips together before he pulls back. Jungkook’s face is red, it’s confirmed when Taehyung looks at him and laugh.
“Don’t worry Kookie, you’ll forget all about it when you finally kiss that boy of yours.”
For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t understand. He’s confused by the way Taehyung’s smile flickers into something like a frown before he turns and pads off towards his bag on the couch.
Jungkook deflates, raking his fingers through his hair. He has to tell him, somehow.
*
The day of Taehyung’s date is pure hell. Jungkook can’t focus. He spaces out in class, going through different scenarios of confessing in his head before he’s being called on and interrupted.
Taehyung looks at him worriedly throughout their class together, but Jungkook stares straight ahead at the professor even though he doesn’t listen to a word. She looks disappointed when she calls on Jungkook and he doesn’t know the answer.
It’d just a date. Taehyung hasn’t dated before. Jungkook has gotten through Taehyung with many partners before, but those weren’t dates.
They’re going to a dog shelter. God, it will be such a good date for Taehyung. Jungkook would be better. He’d buy the dog shelter for Taehyung. Somehow. He has no money.
Fuck.
Jungkook shuffles across the sidewalk, not listening to Namjoon who rattles off about something beside him. Something about plants.
“Are you listening?” Namjoon asks, shoving Jungkook with his shoulder.
Jungkook frowns, registering Namjoon’s voice but not his words. “Hyung, do you think Tae and Joshua will be like, a thing?”
Namjoon frowns at this and doesn’t hesitate to shake his head. “Nah, word around campus is he hates dogs.”
God, news travels fast and it’s probably Hoseok’s doing.
“Why do you care?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I don’t. I just heard the same thing.”
How many lies does Jungkook have to tell before he secures his place in Hell for telling them? Should he keep track? Does admitting you lie erase the lie from your record?
“Knowing Tae, he isn’t interested. Unless he’s the guy , which I doubt because he didn’t even remember Joshua’s last name when I asked him which Joshua he was going on a date with.”
Jungkook stops in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at Namjoon. “What do you mean the guy?”
Namjoon’s face twists in confusion. “The guy he’s been in love with for years? No one but Jimin thinks he exists because Taehyung won’t tell us anything about him. I think they met online and Taehyung feels like he shouldn’t admit that. But it’s cool, man. Plenty of people meet that way.”
What. The fuck. What the fuck. How does Jungkook not know this? Maybe he’s lied so many times that hell didn’t want to wait for him so it entered his life pre-death.
“I’ve never heard of him. I didn’t know about this.”
Namjoon shrugs. “I don’t know. Why does it matter?”
Jungkook scoffs. “Why does it matter? I don’t know hyung, probably because my heart is now laying shattered on this sidewalk covered in gum. Have you ever met a person to live without a heart? No, I haven’t either.”
Jungkook speeds off then, leaving Namjoon where he stands, gaping at him from behind.
He ends up at their apartment in record time but once he’s there, he doesn’t know why he ran here. What is he going to do? So they’ve hooked up, kind of, a couple times. For like two weeks. Jungkook is overreacting.
What’s he going to say that won’t embarrass him? They’ve shared a few kisses and now suddenly he can’t handle Taehyung with other people? Jungkook stares at the door. He’s stronger that. He hasn’t suffered through years of the lip locking demon’s torture just to crumble now.
He crumbles when he opens the door and finds Taehyung. He should have known; Taehyung has that effect. He looks so soft with his cashmere, oversized sweater tucked into loose slacks. His hair is curled again and his ears are alive with an array of earrings.
The makeup is a sign of danger. The smokey eye is no joke; it means business. Taehyung is out to destroy and Jungkook wishes it were him instead of Jameson.
“Oh hey. I’m just about to leave.”
Jungkook frowns. “Is that outfit appropriate for dogs?”
Taehyung glances down at his body. “What does that mean?”
“I mean, if you and Jonathan are going to play with dogs, don’t you think you’ll ruin your sweater?”
Taehyung plants his hands to his hips. “So yesterday you knew all about Joshua’s likes and dislikes and beliefs on animal cruelty, but today you don’t know his name?”
“Joshua?” Jungkook repeats, scoffs, as he crosses his arms. “Never heard of him.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Don’t be a dick, Kook.”
“I’m not. I want you to have a splendid time with Spencer. I just am worried about your expensive clothes.”
The laugh Taehyung lets out is dry but still amused. “That doesn’t even start with a ‘J’ you dork.” He looks at Jungkook for a moment before the devil appears on his face in the form of a smile. “If you’re so concerned with my sweater, maybe you should take it off of me.”
“Maybe I should,” Jungkook huffs out before he processes Taehyung’s words.
Oh.
“Well?” Taehyung asks, an expectant look on his face as he holds his arms out. “I never realized you had such a passion for cashmere and it’s well being, Jungkook.”
Jungkook grits his teeth when he approaches. Taehyung looks as if he really wants Jungkook to strip his clothes. He feels dumb doing so, awkwardly holding his hands over Taehyung’s torso before Taehyung guides his hands to his hips.
“Maybe I’ll invite Joshua over early to take it off of -”
Jungkook yanks the sweater from where is tucked into the band of Taehyung’s pants, cutting Taehyung’s words off. His arms lift for Jungkook to pull it over his head and his hands are barely free from the sleeves before Jungkook is kissing him.
Within seconds, Jungkook pulls back with an apologetic look. Taehyung’s brows are furrowed again as he plants his hand to Jungkook’s chest.
And he feels dumb standing here after yanking Taehyung’s pretty sweater off because he’s crumbling and it isn’t Taehyung’s fault. He deserves to look at cute dogs with pretty boys and wear soft sweaters while he does so.
This is the worst Taehyung dilemma he has ever had.
“Sorry, I’m a wreck today.”
Taehyung’s face twists in concern as his fingers dance up Jungkook’s neck to cup the back of it.
If Jungkook can’t handle the small amount of kisses shared between them, he won’t be able to handle more. Not unless they’re exclusive, which they won’t be. He won’t be able to handle messing around without Taehyung reciprocating his feelings because he knows if they keep kissing, Jungkook’s going to let his own slip. If they keep going, even if they’ve just started, Jungkook will miss it so much he’ll ruin everything.
“I’m going to confess today, to my crush. Uh so, thank you hyung. For helping me.”
It has to end until at least Jungkook figures out how to tell Taehyung or how not to let it bother him.
Taehyung doesn’t react for a moment, only squeezes Jungkook’s neck before he nods. “Oh yeah, sure.”
Jungkook nods in return. He’s going to run away and become a frog himself. He can ribbit just fine. “Yeah so, I’ll be out tonight.”
“Okay.”
It’s awkward suddenly. Taehyung must notice because he smiles and pulls Jungkook in.
Jungkook gasps in surprise, lips parting and Taehyung used it to his advantage to lick into Jungkook’s mouth. He kisses him softly, deeply. He kisses Jungkook until it feels as if Jungkook will never lose the feel of Taehyung’s mouth on his own.
Taehyung lingers for a moment before pulling away, sucking on Jungkook’s bottom lip. It’s difficult not to yank him away when he moves back completely.
“One last time, I couldn’t resist. You’re a good kisser, Kookie.”
Jungkook nods before he bends to pick up Taehyung’s sweater, needing something to do to hide his face.
“Here. The sweater looked good.”
“No, it’s fine,” Taehyung laughs. “Maybe I’ll wear something with buttons. Make him work for it.”
A choked noise leaves Jungkook’s lips before he wishes Taehyung good luck and hightails it to his bedroom.
Thirty minutes later, Jungkook checks to make sure it’s safe to come out and finds an empty apartment. He sighs and calls for Hoseok because he really doesn’t want to be alone when he wallows in heartbreak and dies. Hoseok doesn’t hesitate in offering him to come over, despite not being home yet.
So Jungkook wails in self misery for an hour by himself, taking advantage of the empty apartment to eat all of Hoseok’s ice cream and snacks while relentlessly blowing up his best friend’s phone until he returns. When he does, Hoseok’s face is a mask of anger as he glares at the empty cartons on the coffee table for two seconds before it breaks.
“Oh no. This is an emergency.”
Jungkook nods around his spoon. “Taehyung has a guy.”
Hoseok nods, expression still concern and focused as he sits beside Jungkook. “Yes. Dog hating Jeremy.”
A grin fights its way to Jungkook’s lips. “No. Another guy. Namjoon hyung says he’s been in love with him for years and Taehyung doesn’t even know who I am.”
Hoseok snorts loudly as Jungkook flings himself into the back of the couch. He tentatively pats Jungkook’s forehead. “That’s a little far, Kook. Taehyung definitely knows who you are. You pay half the bills.”
Jungkook groans loudly. “So that’s it? He keeps me around for my money.”
The laughter Hoseok lets out makes Jungkook smile, his chest loosening some. “Shut up. You’re too broke for someone to use you for your money. And Taehyung doesn’t have another guy. If he did, we would know.”
“Unless he knows I’m in love with him and he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings so he would never mention it to me.”
“If he knew you were in yuck with him, he wouldn’t have kissed you unless he felt the same way.”
Jungkook side eyes Hoseok. “Well, we know that’s out of the question.”
“Do we?” Hoseok says, looking skeptical. “Tell me everything. Hoseokie sunbaenim is here to help.”
So Jungkook does, though keeping out the details of the inmate parts of the story. Hoseok won’t forgive him for both eating his ice cream and making him think about Jungkook’s dick. He listens quietly too, which shows that Hoseok means serious business.
He jumps up as Jungkook goes over today’s events, abandoning Jungkook in his pool of misery and death to run out the front door.
For a moment, Jungkook worries Hoseok is off to fetch Taehyung again, but he remembers Taehyung has left for the afternoon. A few minutes later, it’s Yoongi that’s being tugged into the apartment.
He’s putting up a fight, trying to peel off the fingers Hoseok has snagged into his shirt. There’s a look of complaint on his face, but he lets Hoseok drag him to the couch and slump him onto the couch beside Jungkook.
“Hey hyung,” Jungkook greets happily, sitting up and wiping his face to make sure there isn’t any ice cream on his chin.
Yoongi grunts something indecipherable. “Will anyone explain to me why I’m being kidnapped at a time like this?”
“Would night be better?” Hoseok says harshly, eyes narrowed as he crosses his arms across his chest. “Spill the beans, hyung. We know you know the deets. Or you’re never leaving here.”
“I have class at eight,” Yoongi complains.
“Okay, then you’re stuck here until then,” Hoseok says before he’s bending over, hands secured against his knees as he gets too close to Yoongi. “Who is Taehyung in love with?”
Yoongi’s face is twisted in complaint and confusion, but it goes blank quickly. “How the hell would I know.”
Hoseok gasps, pointing at Yoongi’s face as he stands. “He knows. I knew he would. Jimin-ah sucks at keeping stuff to himself. He has to tell someone. Spill.”
Jungkook watches curiously as Yoongi shifts uncomfortably, twisting his hands beneath his thighs. He doesn’t look at Jungkook at all.
“Why do you care?” he grunts. “I can’t tell you because Jimin will kill me and I kind of don’t want to die yet.”
Hoseok doesn’t look impressed, eyes peering at Yoongi as he paces in front of him like he’s a cop interrogating a suspect. Hoseok wouldn’t hurt a fly, but even Jungkook feels intimidated under his gaze.
“You will tell me, or I’ll tell Jimin about that secret scrapbook you have hidden under your bed filled with pictures of Jimin’s ass.”
Jungkook grimaces as Yoongi’s eyes go wide. He bites back his laugh as Yoongi animatedly denies having such a thing.
“Oh yeah?” Hoseok huffs. “You’re like Helga from Hey Arnold, you have a whole ass shrine.”
Yoongi goes to stand, but Hoseok pushes him back down into a sitting position. “I don’t have an ass shrine and if I did, I would die of embarrassment for Jimin finding out but Jimin wouldn’t care.”
Hoseok doesn’t back down and Jungkook’s chest feels a lot lighter, even if his stomach is sour with the want to know what Yoongi knows. But it’s wrong to pry into Taehyung’s business. If Taehyung hadn’t wanted to tell him, than it was probably for a good reason.
“Stop it. Don’t tell us hyung. I’ll just go on moping about how the love of my life loves some mystery man on the computer. He’s probably from England or something. Posh accent. Will take Taehyung to museums and old historic places like he deserves. He’s probably a painter and owns forty three dogs, all whomst were saved from kill shelters -”
Jungkook freezes when he spots Yoongi’s eyes on him. Heat quickly creeps up his neck as he realizes that the only person he’s ever said that out loud to is Hoseok.
Hoseok, whose eyes are wide and his lips are pushed out in surprise at Jungkook. It’s silent for a moment, a long tense moment before it’s broken by a loud laugh by Yoongi.
At a time like this, Jungkook’s natural reaction is to punch. But he can’t punch Yoongi and keep his hand, so he curls it into his lap instead. Yoongi laughs again, tears brimming his eyelids and Jungkook frowns because it really isn’t that funny.
“Oh god, Jungkook-ah, aren’t you like a straight A student?”
Jungkook grunts defensively in response.
“How about this,” Yoongi says, still laughing. “He’s not a British guy. Would probably take Taehyung to a museum if he asked for it, not because he wanted to. Probably owns forty three frogs because he wants to find a way to save them from going extinct.”
“Oh great!” Jungkook interrupts, flinging himself from the couch. He points a hard finger at his chest. “Tae thinks it’s funny when I talk about saving the frogs but this British guy -”
Hoseok stares hard at Yoongi, arms still crossed but his eyes aren’t angry any longer. Instead they’re turning bright, like a candle that’s being lit and slowly growing.
“Oh fucking A,” Hoseok whispers. “Don’t tell him, hyung. This is good.”
Jungkook considers going back to his original plan and dumping all of his friends and finding new ones. He reaches for the box of melting ice cream, but Hoseok stops him in time to rip it from his hands.
“Can I go now?” Yoongi asks, lips pushing into a pout as he speaks. He attempts to stand up, but hesitates looking between the two of them.
“Does Joon know?” Hoseok asks, stopping Yoongi from standing fully. “About who?”
Yoongi nods, tucking his hands into his pants. “Yeah, dude. Everyone knows. Except frog boy here, I guess.”
Hoseok looks like it’s Christmas morning. “Namjoon, you dog, you. That’s amazing. He’s really acclimating to our friend group well.”
Yoongi huffs out a grin, sends Jungkook a concerned look, and then ducks around Hoseok quickly as if he’s afraid Hoseok is going to reach out for him and drag him back into the interrogation seat.
Jungkook wants to pace around and storm back to the apartment to die alone, but Hoseok grabs him hard by the shoulders. There’s that same serious expression on his face like he’s about to give Jungkook the talk about safe sex that his father tried giving him when he was younger. It was horrible, just like now.
“Tell him. Now. Go home, tell him how you feel. That you want to blow his back out and hold his heart gently in your hands. Got it?”
“I refuse,” Jungkook whispers but the edge he was trying to go fails him.
Hoseok smiles lightly. “Tell him. Or I will. I swear to God that I will Jungkook.”
There’s times Hoseok is jokingly serious and dead ass serious and this time, Jungkook’s heart is falling into his stomach because he knows it’s the latter. “Can I have like, a week?”
“Tonight.”
Jungkook sighs, ripping himself from Hoseok. He wracks a hand through his hair, wishing to twist it out. “If my heart ends up broken, it’s your fault.”
“It’s going to break if you don’t tell him,” Hoseok advises, kicking him in the ass towards the door. “Go, now. Tell him you’re the crush that you wanted to smooch. Don’t tell him I had anything to do with this though.”
Jungkook is getting pushed out of the apartment when he grabs onto the door frames and strengthens himself against Hoseok’s foot. “I’m telling him it’s all you. I’m very good at blaming other people for my own dilemmas.”
There’s a loud laugh that echoes into the hallway as Jungkook walks down it, shoulders straight and chin tilted despite the fact that he’s so nervous he’s going to throw up.
He’s going to tell him. And maybe it will be good, probably will be bad. But Jungkook’s going to tell him and then kiss him and then deal with the repercussions.
Jungkook breathes out through his mouth when he gets to his apartment door. He hopes Taehyung isn’t home yet so he can push it off as long as he can. Hell, as much as he hates that Taehyung is with someone else, if he doesn’t come home than Jungkook can use that as an excuse as to why he chickened out tonight.
The demon controlling Jungkook’s life however is looking for a raise as Jungkook opens the door and finds Taehyung has came home. With Joshua.
In all fairness, Jungkook had said he would be out for the night. It is Taehyung’s apartment, he pays more rent.
In all truth, Jungkook’s seen Taehyung like this before and it’s never made him angry. Not even that sad. Or at least, he’s been able to tuck the sadness away deep enough where he could focus on how attractive Taehyung is like this instead of worrying about him being like this with someone else.
And maybe it’s not really anger now, just frustrated heartbreak as he takes in the bare plains of Taehyung’s back and the nails digging into it. Jungkook doesn’t even notice how good Taehyung looks back with his hips rolling, neck extending and tilting back like he normally would.
His ears bang against his ear drums, but he still hears the, ‘do you know how badly I want you, babe?’ Taehyung lets out as he leans down to the pretty man below him. Because the demon is good at it's job, of fucking course.
Jungkook clears his throat loudly, face burning. The best bet would be to turn around, leave Taehyung to do whatever, and kill Hoseok. The most polite thing would be to walk out of the room at least, not stand there as Taehyung rips around and tries to hide Jeremiah’s bare body underneath him.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung says, not as alarmed as Jungkook feels. He doesn’t even move. “I thought you were out with your mystery lover boy?”
Jungkook’s ears are pounding. He isn’t angry - he has no right to be. It’s a twisted enough feeling that it’s similar though. Not anger, not jealousy, nothing as toxic. It’s painful though. He was ready to confess, even if he was pushed into it. He knew Taehyung was probably doing something like this, something similar, but it’s completely different seeing it with his own eyes.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung repeats, brows pushing together and stitching in concern.
Jungkook comes to, mouth falling open. “Ah oh, yeah. No. Dead. Yeah he died. I’ll leave you alone.”
Taehyung calls after him as Jungkook quickly rushes off to his own bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him before he desperately searches for his headphones so he doesn’t have to listen to Taehyung moan for someone else.