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“You’re still not dressed?!”
Groaning from under the covers of his bed, Taehyung pulls the duvet fully over his head and shuts his eyes a little more forcefully as his best friend walks into his room, flicking the light switch on and screaming at him— which is the rudest thing you could ever do to a presumably sleeping person, but alas. Taehyung hopes that, maybe, if he ignores Jimin and his high voice, then, maybe, he’ll be left alone. But, of course, that doesn’t happen.
“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice sounds around the room again, closer with every step he takes, “don’t pretend to be sleeping, I saw you tweet ten minutes ago, before I got home.”
Shit. He didn’t think Jimin would see— his best friend is never on Twitter. He’s more of an Instagram Stories kind of guy.
“I don’t wanna go,” Taehyung finally replies, though it sounds muffled and low from under the covers, ones which Jimin grabs and pulls off his body, exposing him to the light and making him hiss like a mixture of a vampire and an alarmed cat. To that, Jimin can only stare at him with an unimpressed expression, clicking his tongue at his dramatic antics. “Let me sleep, I’m heartbroken!”
“No, you are not,” Jimin says rather imperialistically, like an order; like it’s something Taehyung can control. “I am not allowing you to sulk over that scumbag. You’re getting over him tonight, Taehyung! He doesn’t deserve you to cry or wallow in self-pity— we’re going out, we’re gonna have fun, you’re gonna meet hotter and nicer men who will treat you right and you wanna know why? Because you’re a hot, smart, funny, gorgeous guy who people would literally get on their knees for just to get a sliver of your attention.”
Taehyung wishes he could think like that, but, honestly, that’s the farthest thing from the truth right now. Sitting up on his bed, he looks down at himself, at his outfit— two-days-old pajamas with a barbecue sauce stain that dripped from his McDonald’s burger and onto his shirt. No one would even want to look at him in this state, that’s for sure, and he doesn’t even have to see his face and hair to come to that conclusion. In short, he’s a complete mess— self-esteem absolutely wrecked and left to rot and he’s never going to speak to another man in his life, all thanks to fucking Park Yoonbum.
Their relationship wasn’t the best, he’ll admit— Yoonbum liked his privacy, his independence, and Taehyung has always been a little bit too clingy with people he likes, but they somehow made it work, even if it meant that Taehyung would have to physically hold himself back from texting him or asking to meet, sometimes even refraining to comment on his Instagram and Twitter posts or posting pictures together. “I don’t want to be defined by a relationship, babe,” is what Yoonbum had told him, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You’re everything to me.” Soon enough, though, it had seemed that this relationship of theirs not only did not define him but also didn’t exist to him and the people around him either, and it all came crashing down the moment Taehyung realized that Yoonbum wouldn’t tell his friends that they were dating, wouldn’t tell people interested in him that he was already in a relationship, wouldn’t act like a taken man when going out. He felt manipulated, ashamed, and so incredibly stupid to have believed in those words, to have spent so many months believing that he was the problem, that he was too clingy, instead of seeing it as it was— Yoonbum didn’t want people to know that he was in a relationship so he could still go out with his friends and have the same freedom a single person would. That… that was a lot.
And as ironic as it is, now Yoonbum is the one spamming his messages, begging him to call him back, to meet up. “We can fix this, babe,” he’d say in his texts, “I’m willing to forgive you and hear your side. We can start over.”
What a dick.
“Baby bear,” Jimin calls him softly as he sits in front of Taehyung, the pet-name causing him to pout. Stretching his arms towards him and cradling either side of Taehyung’s face, Jimin lifts Taehyung’s head until their eyes meet. “I’m serious. It’s been two weeks, Tae. You need to come back from this, get ahold of your life again— in a way that does not include hair dye, although blue really does suit you a lot.”
He doesn’t mean to sigh, but it’s inevitable. He knows he might be overreacting— it’s not like he was in love with Yoonbum, just, you know… they were together for a long time and they were very different from each other, enough so that the flame they once had started dimming, the excitement and passion lost in the way. He thought it was his fault, that Yoonbum loved him and that he was in the wrong for falling out of whatever he felt for him so quickly, so he’d convinced himself to keep trying, to be there for him, until he started feeling a sense of dependency that wasn’t healthy, to the point he’d overanalyze every comment, every gesture, and crave some sort of reassurance from his then boyfriend. He found himself trapped, constantly seeking for his validation as if it defined Taehyung’s worth, and the fact that he wasn’t enough – although that wasn’t really the case and that it’s not his fault but Yoonbum’s – is incredibly hard to digest, a blow he wasn’t expecting to receive.
Even then, Jimin is right— he shouldn’t be the one suffering. Although it’s hard for him to understand despite knowing it fully well, none of this is his fault. At the end of the day, Taehyung was the one to break up with Yoonbum, to run away from his toxic ways and free himself from such a demanding and non-rewarding relationship, one that was being carried by him only. Therefore, Yoonbum should be the one to suffer, to live with himself knowing he lost probably one of the best things he could ever have: Taehyung.
And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make sure that he knows that.
“Fine,” Taehyung murmurs after another heavy sigh, smiling quietly as Jimin lets go of his face to clap his hands and cheer in victory. “Give me half an hour. I… I really need to shower.”
Nodding, Jimin stands up from the bed and moves to Taehyung’s closet, perusing through his many clothes as he assures him, “Take your time, baby, it’s only nine o’clock and we have all night to party. Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll find you something nice and appropriate to wear, eh? But, hey, don’t forget to take your butt-plug—!”
Chuckling quietly to himself, Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom while wondering what it is that Jimin will pick for him. If he knows his best friend well, he thinks as he makes sure to scrub his skin clean, it’ll probably be something that his mom would smack him on the back of his head for even owning, which is, for sure, what he needs for tonight. He’s not looking for a relationship— what he needs is some good ol’ dicking to set him back on track, and Jimin knows that better than anyone.
By the time he steps out of the bathroom – hair still wet and his skin slightly damp, body bare if not for the towel wrapped around his hips – Jimin has at least six different combinations of looks laid out for him to choose on top of his bed, the styles ranging from basic and mildly provocative to something he paired up with crotchless panties (that, although hidden by the pants he selected, do imply that some sort of action must happen for it to be unveiled by the end of the night).
“You didn’t take the butt-plug— and you’re wetting the whole floor!” Jimin groans as Taehyung walks up to him, reaching for the towel around his hips and pulling it off his body so he can dry Taehyung’s dripping hair for him. “Why are you a literal child? I did not sign up to be a babysitter when I moved in with your ass,” he whines, pretending like he doesn’t have to get on his tiptoes to reach the top of Taehyung’s head as Taehyung pretends that he doesn’t notice it.
“If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do is ask,” is Taehyung’s cheeky response, one that earns him an eye-roll from his best friend, who simply steps away the moment he’s done, leaving the towel to fall over Taehyung’s head rather ungracefully. “Rude.”
“Rude, he says, after I dried him like a lost, wet kitten,” Jimin grumbles through a pout. After Taehyung hangs the towel and comes back to the foot of the bed, unbothered by his nakedness despite Jimin’s presence, he gestures to the clothes laid out on the bed. “So,” Jimin prompts, “which one are you choosing?”
“I feel like a Barbie doll when you say it like that,” Taehyung muses quietly with a chuckle, humming to himself as he scans the outfits laid out to him, the outfits organized in rows that go from less slutty to very slutty, because Jimin is just practical like that, though the clothes Taehyung owns tend to be a lot less revealing and provocative than one would expect, his taste usually consisting of soft sweaters, oversized t-shirts and classy blazers, not a lot of club-appropriate clothes despite the fact that he absolutely loves going out with his friends whenever he can.
While he does appreciate the one with the crotchless panties, which stands on the far right of the row, meaning it’s the most provocative one Jimin came up with, he guesses that it wouldn’t be too comfortable for him to wear that throughout the night, especially not in a club where he’ll most likely get sweaty dancing his ass off— and getting a rash on his dick for rubbing it against his zipper all night long is not the kind of action he’s looking for right now. So, he discards it entirely, moving to the second to last outfit in the row, this one consisting of a well-fitted mesh white short-sleeved shirt, tight pants, and a jockstrap.
“So?” Jimin prompts, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently as Taehyung hums wordlessly.
“I don’t know,” he finally says, blinking down at the many outfits. Then, he points at the one placed right in the middle, saying, “This one, I guess?”
Jimin doesn’t comment on the outfit he picked but he does offer him a thumbs-up as Taehyung begins to dress himself, pulling the baggy light blue jeans up his legs after his underwear and adding a golden heart-chain belt to keep it snug around his hips. Added the silky white bralette-style crop-top and the chunky grey sneakers, he is now almost ready.
As Jimin goes back to his own room to do his makeup, Taehyung turns to the mirror to inspect himself and the outfit he chose. It’s not often that he’s comfortable enough leaving their apartment while wearing a crop-top, not because he’s insecure of his body image, but because of the stares that usually come with it, people clearly not used to seeing a man wearing something society now labels as feminine, but this is a rare occasion— he’s feeling good (or trying to) and they’re going to a night-club, not a shopping mall; it’s the perfect opportunity to show off his soft, golden tummy and pretty little waist, which is accentuated by how baggy his jeans are around his hips and thighs, navel adorned with his favorite jewel— a small golden heart, a gift from his mother a month after he came out to her, like a peace offering, an acceptance gift coming from someone who had scolded him for even piercing his navel in the first place.
Smiling softly at the memory, Taehyung gives himself one last look before nodding, satisfied, and pulling a long grey crochet kimono cardigan from his wardrobe, since it is rather chilly outside and he can wear it just in case he feels uncomfortable or too exposed, too daring. It fits the overall look, nothing too scandalous or sexy, just something he can dance in and cute enough to attract people’s interest.
He misses going out like this, not an ounce of worry clouding his mind, and he hopes he’s as ready for it as Jimin thinks he is.
II
Inbox (41 unread messages)
YOONBUM (DO NOT REPLY)
Taehyung please hear me out already
You’re being ridiculous and you know it
Are you really willing to let go of us for something so silly?
You’re acting like you’re perfect
Like you’ve never made a mistake before
I am willing to let all of this go for you Taehyung
You know that we’re meant to be together, baby
Let’s… [14 other messages]
III
It’s definitely weird being in a club as a single man after so many months of being in a committed, monogamous relationship, despite the fact that surely his ex-boyfriend must not feel such a difference considering his habits and behaviors when they were still dating, which isn’t the case for Taehyung. Still, that’s not to say he isn’t used to the many stares that follow him as he enters the club, although it is rather disorienting to realize that he’s now allowed to stare and flirt back as much as he so desires, so much so that it takes him a while and a subtle nudge from Jimin for him to catch up.
This place is surely different to what Taehyung is usually used to, the night-club assuming a rather house-party aesthetic. According to Jimin, he found out about this club from Hoseok, who knows someone who knows someone who sometimes works as a DJ here, and, according to them, this building used to be a three-story house that was sold to the club owners and renovated a couple of years ago, growing in popularity since it’s got the comfortability you’d usually find in a house-party – meaning sofas, tables, different rooms – as well as the advantage of a proper sound booth, the very necessary bar, as well as other club-like things, such as the dance floor.
It’s definitely kind of a trippy experience to go around a house without a kitchen or a bedroom, just a bunch of rooms that connect to each other and have no furniture other than places to seat, but decorations that you’d find at your friend’s houses, but Taehyung kind of likes it— he can see the appeal as he walks past groups of friends who he can tell feel as home as well as look it.
As he and Jimin make their way to the bar on the first floor, Taehyung wastes no time before leaning back against the counter as Jimin orders their drinks, allowing his eyes to scan the club, from the few tables placed near the walls to the extremely claustrophobic-looking dance floor that is filled with people throwing their limbs around in weird directions and moving to the sound of the loud bass echoing through the building.
“See someone you like?” Jimin asks, turning to face Taehyung as he waits for the bartender to finish mixing their drinks, Taehyung merely shrugging in response, not all that interested in the people he’s seen so far. “It’s cool, be picky. It’s a big place— don’t just settle for anyone, you know you deserve the best.”
At Jimin’s words, Taehyung can’t help but smile. It’s good that he has someone like Jimin by his side after such a breakup— someone to remind him of his worth, that his previous relationship does not define how he should be treated, that he’s better than that. So, he nods, leaning over just slightly so he can bump their shoulders together in silent appreciation, earning a chuckle from his best friend.
They decide to spend the next hour just hanging out by the bar, getting a refill whenever they finish their drinks without even keeping count— though Taehyung is certain Jimin is at least a couple of cosmopolitans ahead of him, which is cool; thankfully, this isn’t a competition. The bartender, too, is a really sweet woman in what seems to be her early thirties, and although Taehyung can’t remember her name, he’s sure he’ll have an anecdote or two of her juicy gossip and funny antics to share with his friends someday.
While drinking, some people do approach both him and Jimin, but none of them are interesting enough to really get them going. First, a girl sits on the stool next to Jimin and attempts to flirt with him, only for him to announce that he’s ‘sorry, sweetheart, but I’m as gay as they come,” to which she apologizes through a blush and a stutter, Jimin’s choice of words causing Taehyung to laugh so hard his stomach hurts, hurrying to cover his mouth with his palm as to not offend the poor girl or make her even more embarrassed. A few minutes after, Jimin and Taehyung’s very serious talk about the importance of keeping at least one pair of socks in your bag at all times is interrupted by a couple of guys who choose to lean over the counter on either side of them, the one by Taehyung quickly trying to gain his attention by offering him a drink, and although he’s not ugly by all means, something about him just feels off to Taehyung, so he politely declines by lifting his glass to show him that, “I’m good, thank you.”
The hour goes on like that, and, before Taehyung knows it, Jimin is handing his card to the sweet bartender from before and shooting Taehyung an excited smile.
“Ready to sweat off the alcohol?” Jimin asks him, not even slurring despite having downed a shot of tequila earlier on top of everything they’ve drank. Taehyung, unlike him, can barely keep his eyes from shutting, body heavy and way too relaxed to worry about enunciating his words properly. “The dance floor is calling me, babe. You know what that means— it’s my time to shine and your time to find a nice cock to keep you full and satisfied, so on with it!”
His best friend has no filter, not when he’s sober and definitely not when he’s tipsy or drunk either, but he still always manages to surprise Taehyung with his forwardness.
“Fine,” Taehyung says through a laugh as Jimin gets his card back. “But don’t expect me to be as good as you out there. I feel fuckin’ wasted.”
Shaking his head, Jimin takes Taehyung by the hand and pulls him away from the bar, leading the way to the dance floor, the music becoming louder as they approach. “Been a while since you went out, guess you’re back to being a lightweight,” Jimin says— yells through the noise, snaking past dozens of bodies without a single ounce of uncertainty in his steps, which can’t be said the same for Taehyung. “No worries! I trained you once and I can do it again!”
They find a spot not too close to the middle and a little further away from the edges where they deem good enough and Taehyung takes a few seconds to just close his eyes and breathe it all in— not the smell of sweat, smoke, people, but the fact that he’s here, he’s with his best friend whom he loves the most in his life, and he’s free to have a good time, to connect with this part of himself that he felt the need to let go of, Yoonbum never a fan of him going clubbing without him, as if Taehyung would be the unfaithful one in the relationship.
Well, it’s in the past. He’s not going to think about Yoonbum, not going to sulk over having wasted months of his life trying to shape himself into an unrealistic standard that would never be enough to begin with, not when Jimin is tugging at his hand and staring up at him with an excited smile, one that Taehyung never quite realized he missed so much, one that only ever comes out when they’re like this, ready to dance and party together, just like when they were teens sneaking into clubs like these with their fake IDs and make-up to make them seem older.
“Dance with me!” Taehyung tells him, smiling widely at Jimin who lets go of his hand to turn around and press his back against Taehyung’s front, giggling as Taehyung wraps his arms around his shoulders and they move to the sound of the EDM song playing loudly from the DJ booth near them.
It’s easy to lose track of time as they dance, the songs and genres blurring together, going from EDM to International Pop, K-Pop, House, and so on, and Taehyung feels good, now has Jimin holding him from behind, one hand on his hip and the other one thrown over his shoulder as they scream and jump together to a song that they love, a song they haven’t stopped and listened to in years, a song that makes him so fucking happy and he doesn’t even know why.
He’s sweaty, kimono cardigan hanging by his elbows and legs burning, but his heart is soaring. And Jimin was right— they do eventually sweat off the alcohol, Taehyung not feeling like he might stumble around the place or swallow a few vowels anymore, his mind completely clear and content.
At some point, he feels someone slide in front of him a few minutes after Jimin lets go of his body to dance with the group of people around them like the extroverted, little social fairy he is, and Taehyung smiles wordlessly in greeting, the lights around them flashing obnoxiously, but bright enough that he can make up the man’s features perfectly.
“Hey,” the stranger says, leaning closer to Taehyung’s ear to be heard over the music. “You here alone?”
Shaking his head, Taehyung replies, “Came with my friend.”
“Will your friend mind if you dance with me?” the man asks, and Taehyung doesn’t even have time to think of a response before Jimin is pushing him by the back, making him almost fall to the stranger’s front. “I guess not.”
Shooting Jimin an embarrassed glare over his shoulder, Taehyung turns to the man with a chuckle. “Sorry about that. He’s… a lot, sometimes.”
But the man, whose name Taehyung soon learns to be Suho, doesn’t seem to mind. From then on, they dance for a couple of songs, and, although Taehyung recognizes himself to be clingy, there’s just something weird about how touchy Suho is— and it’s not anything alarming or disrespectful, just kind of annoying, and while he does feel bad about not being so seemingly into it like he is, Jimin’s voice rings in the back of his mind, reminding him that he shouldn’t just settle for anyone, not tonight, not ever.
So, as respectfully as he can manage, never one to be comfortable saying no and rejecting people directly, Taehyung excuses himself, sending Suho a kind smile as he steps away from him and says he’ll be heading to the restroom and, “Oh, no, it’s alright— don’t wait for me, you can go have fun,” which, thankfully, the man seems to understand.
As he is leaving, Jimin sends him a frowny, questioning gaze, to which Taehyung shrugs and nods with his head. Although he used it as an excuse, his bladder has been screaming at him for the last five or so minutes, so he should probably get going anyway, especially since he’s dying to drink another one of that lovely bartender’s mixes. Or maybe another cosmo, he thinks to himself as he follows the signs pointing towards the restroom, going in and out of many, many rooms, this building quite like a maze.
“There’s another restroom on the second floor,” someone suddenly says when Taehyung makes his way down a long corridor. Taehyung turns around to find a man leaning against the wall close to him, a kind smile on his lips that looks extremely out of place considering where they are, far too innocent and rather refreshing. “Less crowded and way cleaner than the one I think you’re heading to.”
The stranger has bleached blond hair reaching down to his jaw, the locks silky and curly at the tips, with the roots left untouched, of a dark brown, most likely black color. He is wearing a casual fit, just an oversized black t-shirt with a loose collar that exposes his left shoulder and part of his collarbone, along with equally as dark cargo jogger pants and chunky combat boots, a varsity jacket tied around his waist, stressing how cinched it is. His eyes, accentuated by the bold, black eyeshadow, scan Taehyung with mild interest, and it leaves him somewhat stunned— there’s a lot of honesty in his gaze, as they’re incredibly easy to read even in the low light.
In short, he’s very fucking hot.
“You must come here often, then,” Taehyung replies, wanting to smack himself for such a cringey line. That’s not how the expression goes… did he forget how to flirt?
But the stranger doesn’t seem put-off by his words at all, simply shrugging in a way that causes his shirt to slide an inch further down his shoulder, exposing a hint of dark ink running down his bicep. “Just once before,” he tells him with a smile. “Made the same mistake you were about to, so I thought to myself, ‘I shouldn’t let this pretty boy get scarred for life,’ yeah? And now here we are.”
“Pretty boy?” Taehyung can’t help but chuckle, and it’s really such a difference from the kind of interaction he just had with Suho— the chemistry now palpable between them even after only a couple of words exchanged. “Well, thank you for the advice. I appreciate your concern.”
“Jeongguk,” the man suddenly says, his tone light and casual. “My name.”
With a smirk, Taehyung nods. It fits him, he thinks, whatever that means.
“Thank you, Jeongguk,” he repeats, winking at the man before he turns around and makes his way to the second floor, suppressing a giggle when he hears Jeongguk laugh in response, audible from a distance despite the usual loud noises that occur inside a nightclub, even one as big and spacious as this one.
Sure, he could have just introduced himself back and gotten to know Jeongguk right then and there, maybe even be escorted to the restroom upstairs and hang out on the second floor where’s less crowded and stuffed, but, honestly, where’s the fun in that? If Jeongguk is interested to learn his name, interested in him, which Taehyung has a feeling he is, then he can also surely find him again before the night is over. This way, it helps build anticipation, it makes things a lot more exciting, and Taehyung is all about playing hard to get until either he or the other person snaps. Besides, a little game of cat and mouse never hurt anyone.
He finds the staircase leading to the second floor pretty easily, having seen it by the entrance when he and Jimin first came in. Taehyung notices right away that not many people seem to walk up or down the stairs, most likely because the one dancefloor that seems to be opened is on the main floor, and also because people are far too drunk and fucked up to attempt to go upstairs.
As he anticipated, the second floor is mainly deserted, only a couple leaning against the corridor leading up to a few rooms, some of which have signs indicating what they’re for – a gaming room with a PS4 and Xbox logo, another room with a sign that simply says KARAOKE in big, bold letters, and so on – as well as two or three groups of people spread around the floor, a clear contrast from the madness going on downstairs.
“Excuse me,” he says to a woman near the restroom, shaking his head as she kindly apologizes for being in the way. “It’s okay, thank you.”
Once inside, he locks the door and is surprised to see how… homey the restroom is, despite the fact that he should be used to the nightclub’s house party theme or whatever. There is a sink, obviously, one that takes up most of the space of the room, with a wide mirror ready to show Taehyung how wrecked he looks just from a couple of hours of dancing and drinking, the barely-there makeup Jimin helped him with smudged and gone. His hair is a mess, too, and that comes to him as no surprise, though it doesn’t look that bad— nothing ever really does, considering he only just recently dyed it blue, an impulsive decision he will one-hundred-percent blame on the breakup, but one he doesn’t regret, even if it means taking extra care of it after the hours of bleaching he put his poor hair through.
Alright, enough admiring himself in the mirror— his bladder doesn’t have all night.
IV
Inbox (16 unread messages)
JIMIN
pls tell me you havent left me w/o telling me
TAEHYUNG
lit just taking a piss rn
im in the restroom
why would i live u
leave**
JIMIN
idk maybe you found sm
TAEHYUNG
i think i mightve
we’ll see
JIMIN
uhhh exciting
now pls stop texting me
ur pretty fast for sm holding his phone w 1 hand
and his dick w the other
TAEHYUNG
not the first time ive txted u like this
JIMIN
gross
i hate you
TAEHYUNG
i love u
JIMIN
likewise
wash your hands
TAEHYUNG
yeah yeah
i will
JIMIN
good boy
TAEHYUNG
fuck off
V
As Taehyung opens the door after following through Jimin’s instructions (and not just because Jimin had said so, okay, he’s not a damn neanderthal), he truly doesn’t expect to bump into someone the moment he steps outside of the restroom.
When he looks up, he half expects to see the woman from before, but it seems that she and her friend group are long gone now— instead, there stands a man who actually makes Taehyung’s jaw drop, which is embarrassing enough as it is, but not as much as a standalone. However, Taehyung always has to go the extra mile, his eyes quite literally devouring the man whole as he blatantly checks him out, from the neatly cut short black hair to the broad shoulders and thick chest, down his long legs and up again for a second look.
“Oh, hi,” the man says, and even his voice is attractive, as he reaches out to steady Taehyung’s body, his touch light on the side of his arm. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have waited right in front of the door— bad call on my behalf.”
Shaking his head wordlessly, Taehyung feels his throat dry up as he takes in the man’s outfit— he’s wearing a sheer black shirt, see-through enough that his nipples are glaringly obvious under the barely-there fabric, a corset most likely sewed to the bottom half of it and so damn tight around his waist, making his broad chest even more noticeable. This man surely knows what his best assets are and how to show them off, and, frankly, Taehyung is quite sold already.
“No worries, it— I wasn’t looking to where I was going anyway,” Taehyung says once he realizes that he should probably use words instead of just shamelessly ogling this guy. “It’s all good.”
And thus, before he can embarrass himself any more in front of the man – or worse: be called out for his not-so-subtle staring – Taehyung offers him one last smile before making his way back to the staircase, finding the second floor to be a bit more crowded than when he first walked up, but still no match to what’s happening downstairs.
As he’s walking down the stairs, Taehyung is pleasantly surprised to find Jeongguk waiting for him on the bottom, the man leaning his elbow against the handrail and looking over in the direction of the entrance, his back turned to Taehyung but, even then, it’s hard not to recognize him— his blond hair is not easy to miss.
“Are you stalking me, Jeongguk?” Taehyung asks a few steps away from him, voice loud enough that it catches his attention, Jeongguk turning to him with an easy grin, not at all ashamed of getting caught.
“Depends on which answer you want to hear,” he says, looking up at him with a unique twinkle in his eyes as Taehyung approaches him.
“Can’t deny that I have a big crush on Joe from Netflix’s You,” Taehyung tells him through a smile as he stops two steps above Jeongguk, staring down at him with a funny glint in his eyes. “Though that has a lot more to do with the actor than the character. I have enough self-awareness to never go for someone like that, so you better not give me any red flags.”
“Wise,” Jeongguk says, and he has a really attractive smile— honest, too, just like his eyes. “Don’t worry, although I did come over here because I wanted to find you again, I won’t be following you around if you tell me to piss off. All I want is to get to know you better, if that’s something you want, too.”
Taehyung laughs, leaning against the handrail as a group of cheery people makes their way upstairs. Despite the low lights, he can’t help but notice how incredibly enticing Jeongguk’s body is, his toned thighs straining against his jogger pants in a way that fills Taehyung’s mind with not-so-safe-for-work ideas, ones that he wouldn’t mind turning into reality. Upon closer look, he can see numerous tattoos running up Jeongguk’s right arm, from his knuckles to where they’re hidden under his sleeve, the artworks varying from botanic compositions, several different animals – such as a bunny rabbit, a tiger, a dog – as well as miscellaneous things that may or may not have meaning to them, but that look like they belong just right, like they are meant to be there regardless of anything else.
“You know what they say…” Taehyung suddenly speaks up, hopping down another step and standing even closer to Jeongguk, eyeing from above. “There’s no better way to get to know someone than to take them dancing.”
“We could do that,” Jeongguk tells him, taking one step forward by Taehyung’s side and reaching his height, the handrail to his back and Jeongguk to his front as he turns to face him. “After you tell me your name, maybe?”
Smiling at him, Taehyung leans back against the rail as he makes himself comfortable, tilting his head cutely at the man. “Are you that curious?” he asks, reaching forward to play with the fabric of Jeongguk’s varsity jacket, the clothing item still wrapped around his waist. “Does it matter? I’d much rather have you call me pretty boy for the rest of the night instead, anyway.”
Jeongguk’s laughter that follows makes him almost giddy, Taehyung having to bite his lip to contain the grin that threatens to show.
“That’s fair,” he says, taking a step back and Taehyung feels like he can breathe again – and he hates it. Then, Jeongguk offers him his hand, palm facing up and hovering near Taehyung’s, ready for him to accept it. “Come dance with me, pretty boy.”
Jeongguk’s palm is softer than Taehyung had anticipated, thoughts lost on the feeling of their hands clasped together as they make their way to the dancefloor Taehyung had previously escaped from, his thirst momentarily pushed aside as he focus on a much more important necessity— to finally get to feel Jeongguk’s body against him as they move together, to be able to touch his obviously strong arms and see if the strangely charged interactions they had will translate to something more physical.
Jimin is nowhere to be seen, most likely closer to the sound booth than he and Jeongguk currently are, but Taehyung has no time to think of his best friend as they settle in a proper spot, Jeongguk wasting no time before reaching out, hands hovering close to Taehyung’s waist but never touching, looking into his eyes with a question swimming in them, clear as day— asking for consent. It’s refreshing and, god, Taehyung is definitely one of those people who find it sexy, the need to ask, to make things clear, so he wastes no time before nodding as he pulls Jeongguk’s hands against his body himself, his gaze unfaltering as he does so.
Leaning closer to him, Taehyung trails his lips up Jeongguk’s jaw, voice low despite the music around them as he whispers next to his ear, “You can touch me all you want, Jeongguk,” feeling victorious as he sees the man shiver against him, a giggle spilling past his mouth as he turns around then, pressing his back flush against Jeongguk’s front and closing his eyes as he begins to move, following every beat and feeling silly, feeling happy and desired and euphoric, glad that Jimin had dragged him out of bed and convinced him to come, glad that he’s getting to experience this again after silently yearning for it for such a long time; the freedom, the attention, the way Jeongguk pulls Taehyung against him and guides him as he moves his hips, chuckling lowly against Taehyung’s ears as he sings along to the Pop song bursting through the speakers.
Jeongguk is an amazing dancer, Taehyung can tell, having grown up alongside Jimin, his favorite professional dancer who taught him all about loving this art form. He is gentle but fluid, allowing Taehyung to feel every inch of him as he moves, confident despite the fact that their little dance seems to be far too sensual to the song currently playing— it doesn’t matter, it’s not like the people around them are any better, either drunk or simply naturally uncoordinated, perhaps even getting off in the middle of the mass of moving bodies and high spirits.
It feels good to be here.
Jeongguk’s hand slides up his body until it lands on his shoulder, his fingers soft as he pulls his cardigan down until it hangs down Taehyung’s arm, exposing his shoulder and making him shiver as if cold despite the fact that just the heat coming off Jeongguk’s body is enough to keep him warm throughout the night. Then, Jeongguk presses his body flush against Taehyung’s back, making him moan and sigh softly at how solid Jeongguk’s body feels against him, the man leaning his head down close enough to kiss up Taehyung’s neck, just short from sucking bruises along the way. Breathing harshly through his nose at the touch, Taehyung bites on his lower lip as he reaches back to pull Jeongguk closer by his upper thigh, feeling as the man chuckles against his skin and grinds against him harder, now attaching his lips to Taehyung’s naked shoulder as his hand circles his exposed waist, the touch electric and addicting.
They’re barely dancing anymore, the two of them just leaning against each other as Taehyung’s hips move to push back against Jeongguk’s front, his head falling back over Jeongguk’s shoulder as he feels him breathe and groan against his skin.
It’s too hot and it’s too much, and Taehyung is scared he might find himself on his knees for Jeongguk in the middle of this crowded dancefloor before he even realizes, the thought becoming more and more tempting as he stays close to the blond man, the grip on his strong thigh bringing vivid images to his mind of how good it’d be to ride it, a naked Taehyung rutting against Jeongguk while straddling his thigh, begging to cum and desperate to be touched.
“Buy me a drink, Jeongguk,” he says breathlessly, turning his face to him, feeling heat pool on his lower stomach as Jeongguk smiles one of those smiles of his, void of any innocence, just completely amused and full of dark, pure desire.
“As you wish,” he responds, though he makes no move to step away or let go of him, instead lifting one of his hands to hold Taehyung’s jaw softly, angling his head upwards and hovering close, pausing as he looks into Taehyung’s eyes, waiting for him to nod before closing the gap between them and kissing him even more breathless.
The moment his and Jeongguk’s lips touch, Taehyung turns his body around in his hold, reaching out and circling his shoulders with his arms and fully surrendering to it with his body and soul, gasping softly as Jeongguk’s fingers dig into the bare skin of his waist, pulling him even closer, until their chests are touching and Jeongguk’s taste, smell, and touch are all Taehyung knows.
His hands feel good against Taehyung’s body, claiming it as his and touching him like such, making him feel desired and sexy while under Jeongguk’s ministrations, gasping against his lips as Jeongguk squeezes his ass through his jeans and tickles his waist all the while sucking his tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him.
Taehyung’s hands explore Jeongguk’s body, sliding up and down his biceps and groaning at how big they feel, the man seeming strong enough to be able to hold him up as he fucks him, Taehyung’s legs on either side of his cinched waist as Jeongguk forces him down on his cock and, shit, he needs it as bad as he needs to breathe.
There’s a leg fitting itself between either of Taehyung’s thighs, pressing against his crotch and making him see stars behind his eyelids, Taehyung needing to break away from the kiss to gasp and hold onto Jeongguk’s shoulders, the man laughing softly against his cheeks as Taehyung feels himself crumble in his hold. He’s addictive, both his lips and his touch and his stupidly amused laughter, and Taehyung can’t even help himself before chasing after him again as he pushes against Jeongguk’s thigh, small explosions of pleasure overtaking his body as he finds himself kissing Jeongguk again like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
It’s been a while since Taehyung has been kissed by anyone but his ex-boyfriend, Yoonbum’s touches and kisses something he’d rather forget more than anything. Now, as he’s being held by Jeongguk and moaning against him as the man traces his lips with his tongue before pulling his lower lip between his teeth, hooded eyes opening to stare deep into Taehyung’s soul, his gaze strong enough to have his knees weak, Taehyung feels silly for the months he spent putting up with Yoonbum’s bullshit when he could have been having this.
“What was that for?” Taehyung asks as they part, his arms still around Jeongguk’s shoulder and the man’s grip just as strong on his waist, keeping him close even though there’s nowhere Taehyung would rather be right now.
With another chaste kiss to his lips, Jeongguk explains, “Just charging you for the drink I’ll buy you. You don’t seem the type to settle for cheap beer.”
His words make Taehyung laugh, his blue hair dancing as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“You guessed it,” Taehyung tells him with a cheeky smile, finally taking a step back and nodding his head towards the general direction of the bar. “So, now that I’ve paid you beforehand… shall we?”
And Jeongguk is handsome, very much so, especially when he lets his eyes linger on Taehyung’s features a beat too long, not even seeming to notice as a dancing person knocks into his back during a bold dance move, his attention focused on Taehyung and Taehyung only as he says, “Lead the way, pretty boy.”
It’s different, it’s exciting— and Taehyung feels warm as he reaches for Jeongguk’s hand again, giddy at the thought of being all Jeongguk can pay attention to, all he can focus on. Like you deserve, Jimin would say, but there’s more there, there’s something else threatening to bloom in the bottom of his stomach, something he can’t wait to uncover.
And something in Jeongguk’s gaze tells him that he can feel it, too.
VI
When they get to the bar, Taehyung is mildly disappointed to notice that the bartender from before is nowhere to be seen. Hopefully she’s just on break right now, he thinks, as he and Jeongguk take their seats on the stools by the counter, Jeongguk offering him the drinks menu like the gentleman he is, assuring him to order anything he’d like— “don’t worry about the price, really,” which makes Taehyung’s eyebrow lift as a smile takes over his lips. What can he say, he was born to be a sugar baby and he’d be a fool not to enjoy all of this admittedly unprompted pampering.
After he orders, Taehyung leans his elbow on the counter and rests his head on his hand, eyeing Jeongguk from under his lashes. Despite the fact that they’re both seated, they chose to keep their stools as close together as possible without a single word of agreement needed to be said out loud. Like this, Taehyung is just as close to Jeongguk as he was on the dancefloor, but before the whole kissing thing happened, though.
“Say, Jeongguk,” Taehyung prompts, his free hand picking at the curled, worn edge of the laminated menu, “do you fuck as good as you dance?”
“I don’t know,” Jeongguk replies, seemingly unbothered by Taehyung’s lack of filter and his vulgar, shameless question, pausing to thank the bartender as he hands him Taehyung’s drink and gladly passing it along. “It’s only fair for you to judge so yourself, don’t you think?”
“That’s a lovely suggestion, though if the way you kissed me back there is anything to go by, I don’t have any doubts left,” Taehyung tells him, smiling as he takes a sip of his third or fourth cosmopolitan of the night through a classy red straw. Then, as the bartender moves to the other people waiting by the bar, he asks, “Are you not gonna drink anything?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, his long, bleached hair moving around like in a shampoo commercial. “No, not tonight. I’m the designated driver, so.”
“To whom?” he asks curiously and sets his drink on the counter, smiling quietly to himself as Jeongguk reaches out to touch the side of Taehyung’s hand, thumb tracing over the few rings he decided to wear, his touch soft and pleasant against his skin.
“My roommate,” Jeongguk explains, lifting his gaze from Taehyung’s hand to his face, lips instantly curling into a smile as they stare at each other. “We take turns when going out, but, to be honest, I’m not that big of a drinker either way.”
“I wasn’t either,” Taehyung tells him, the hand that’s not being caressed by Jeongguk’s soft touch casually twirling the straw around in circles as they chat. “My best friend, whom I came here with— he says he trained me and, honestly, he’s not quite wrong. I was the biggest lightweight and could barely drink a sip of cheap wine before stumbling on my feet, but, well, look at me now,” he smiles, lifting his glass and winking at Jeongguk. “Making mommy proud. It’s been a while since I went out like this, though, so I’m kinda rusty.”
Nodding at his words, Jeongguk watches as Taehyung takes a long sip and asks, “Should I keep an eye on you, or are you planning to get completely smashed tonight?” to which Taehyung can only smile mischievously.
“As long as you’re the one smashing me,” he sing-songs, laughing when Jeongguk grins. “It’s alright, I won’t be drinking much either way— it’s not polite of me to have all of this when you’re here all sober and responsible. Oh, which reminds me,” Taehyung says before Jeongguk can interject, “so, um, you do need to go home with your roommate, don’t you?”
Please say no, please say no—
“Not really,” Jeongguk replies, Taehyung’s inner voice screaming in delight. “Ubers are a thing, so I guess he wouldn’t be too bothered. Plans change, right?”
They share a conspiring smile. “Oh, yes. Absolutely.”
After that, Jeongguk tells him more about himself, the two of them engaging in some casual conversation as Taehyung finishes his drink. He learns that Jeongguk is a dance instructor, which comes to no surprise to him, having recognized the posture and confidence of a professional dancer the moment they stepped on the dancefloor. In exchange, Taehyung tells Jeongguk about his job as well, the blond man melting as he recounts the many adorable stories he has regarding the kids in his class, the life as a kindergarten teacher as emotionally fulfilling as one would expect.
It’s easy to talk to Jeongguk about trivial things, Taehyung realizes, and for once he’s not interested in the physical aspects of getting to know someone in a club, frankly enjoying his time as they sit by the bar and just talk about their lives, their interests, their ambitions. It’s been a while since he’s done that, too, since Yoonbum would always get jealous too easily, barking at anyone who’d approach Taehyung when they – rarely – went out to places like this together.
Jeongguk, who is Jimin and Taehyung’s age, is a refreshing change, effortlessly managing to make him laugh and smile and forget all about his problems. He’s got charisma, good looks, great humor, and seems to be someone Taehyung would like to get to know better after the night is over, however unlikely that might be, even if it doesn’t get anywhere romantically— as Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ready for that yet, still grieving the end of what was never meant to be a perfect relationship, but one he thought he could – and should – save nonetheless.
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when someone approaches them on the bar, Taehyung turning his head and widening his eyes as he stares at the person before them— it’s the same man from upstairs, the godlike figure with the broad chest and tight corset, standing by Jeongguk and even circling his arms around his shoulder and leaning closer to speak to him, the two of them exchanging a few words and, woah— Taehyung feels like he’s having a whiplash right now, his brain not able to process the presence of these two gorgeous men right in front of him, interacting with each other. It feels like a fever dream of sorts, or a wet dream. Maybe both.
Once again, he can’t help but stare at the guy, at his perfect physique and his handsome features, manly and charming, seeming to be perhaps a few years older than him. Then, he blushes as he comes to realize what a dick he’s being to Jeongguk— surely it can’t feel good to have the attention of someone you’ve been talking to for the last hour or so suddenly shift to someone else, but as Taehyung moves his gaze to the blond man sitting beside him, he finds Jeongguk’s eyes already on him, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips, his expression still as easy to read as before, the fact that he enjoyed that Taehyung is attracted to whoever the man is written all over his face.
It puzzles him with endless questions, Jeongguk’s reaction not at all what Taehyung had expected.
“This is Seojoon,” Jeongguk says, eyes burning into Taehyung’s with an intensity he’s not sure how to handle, a heat he’s never quite felt before. “My roommate and best friend.”
Seojoon, whose eyes had been on Jeongguk ever since he had arrived, turns to Taehyung with a gentle smile, his eyes holding the same sort of heat Jeongguk’s do, only the badly concealed desire is replaced by amusement, the man obviously recognizing him from before.
“Pleasure meeting you,” Seojoon says, chuckling like he finds this situation funny— Taehyung surely must have a weird, stunned expression on his face, puzzled and so very clearly taken by surprise.
“Likewise,” he replies, eyes going back and forth between the two men. “I’m, uh. I’m Taehyung.”
Jeongguk laughs then, shaking his head in disbelief, and Taehyung can’t help but smile coyly at both himself and the men before him. Sure, he can handle one hot guy and play with him a little, the brief game of push and pull between Jeongguk and him very exciting and refreshing, but the moment he’s presented with two extremely attractive men whose bodies he wants nothing more than to devour whole instead of just one, well— it’s easy to get intimidated. So, yeah, now Jeongguk knows his name.
“That’s a beautiful name, Taehyung,” Seojoon tells him sweetly, a very charming dimple showing on his right cheek as he offers him a crooked and yet kind smile.
“A pretty name for a pretty boy,” Jeongguk adds, his voice tipping a little lower, words making Taehyung squirm in his seat as he fiddles with a napkin, not knowing what to make of their conversation, of the weird atmosphere settling between the three of them. “Wouldn’t you say so, hyung?”
And that’s when something shifts in Seojoon’s eyes as well as his stance, the gentleness in him turning into something a bit… darker, something that makes Taehyung shiver.
“Indeed,” he says, smirking as his eyes glaze over Taehyung’s body in a way that leaves him breathless and hot, voice lost somewhere deep in his throat, never to be found unless they order him to speak and, oh. “Extremely pretty.”
He doesn’t know if it’s the praise or the way they’re looking at him, but Taehyung nearly whines in the spot, wide eyes switching between the two of them as his heart beats a bit faster. Surely they must notice something is up— especially Jeongguk, whose smile is not as sweet as it once was, seeming a bit teasing as he stands up from his seat, leaning his elbow against the counter and appraising Seojoon with lifted brows, a suggestion on his tongue.
“Hyung,” he addresses him respectfully for the second time, indicating that Taehyung was right before— Seojoon is clearly older than both him and Jeongguk. “Would you two mind keeping each other company while I make a call outside?” Then, turning to Taehyung, who can read him like a book despite not knowing him well or at all, he explains, “It’s urgent, you see.”
Jeongguk is lying and it’s quite obvious, maybe to everyone around him even, since it’s past midnight and who the hell would have to make a call at this ungodly hour, but Taehyung doesn’t mind it too much, if at all. In fact, he has a weird but pleasant feeling in his gut, like a hunch— something that tells him that saying yes will change his night – or life – in more ways than he can understand right now and that’s exactly what he needs after months of feeling like he’s following a script trying to adapt himself to someone else’s wants and needs, never once daring to be adventurous, to experience something new and exciting.
So, he chooses to dive in.
“No, yeah, of course,” Taehyung tells him with a smile that makes his cheeks bulge rather cutely as he switches between Jeongguk and his friend. “Seojoon and I will be okay, don’t worry.”
Nodding, Seojoon bumps his shoulder with Jeongguk’s and adds, “Yeah. Take however long you need, man. We’re good.”
Acknowledging their words with a smile, Jeongguk pushes himself away from the counter and pulls his wallet from the front pocket of his sweatpants, taking his card out and handing it to Taehyung, who hesitantly accepts it with wide, blinking eyes of curiosity and flattery. Then, leaning down until their faces are level with each other, Jeongguk reaches forward to brush his thumb along Taehyung’s jaw, angling his face upwards towards him and planting a soft, short kiss against his parted lips.
“Buy yourself as many drinks as you want, pretty boy,” he whispers, voice only loud enough so Taehyung can hear him.
(And maybe Seojoon, from the way the man snorts from behind him.)
“Okay,” Taehyung says, biting down a smile, holding Jeongguk’s card with both hands and clutching it against his chest like a spoiled kid opening their presents on Christmas morning. Maybe it’s because of this unnecessarily gentle treatment that Taehyung leans in for another kiss, breaking it only to add, “We’ll be waiting for you.”
And while he thought his words would make Jeongguk smile, he didn’t expect him to smirk instead, saying, “You two can get started without me, baby.”
Jeongguk is not talking about the drinks, that’s for sure.
Then, he’s gone, Seojoon and Taehyung quietly watching as Jeongguk makes his way out of the room and out of sight, body swallowed by the numerous people surrounding the bar and the adjacent rooms, people Taehyung had forgotten about for the past few minutes. Lowering his hands and turning to the other man, Taehyung finds him sitting on the stool Jeongguk was previously on, although he’s not as close, which makes sense— they’re strangers, even more so than Taehyung and Jeongguk, and it wouldn’t be ideal for them to be all over each other just like that.
“So, we meet again,” Seojoon is the first to speak, smiling at Taehyung and easing some of the awkwardness that left with Jeongguk. It’s quite the contrast from Jeongguk’s smile, which seems to be always rather boyish and refreshing, but still carrying some sort of edge to it, something provoking, challenging; Seojoon’s, however, is easy and charming, more mature and grounding, perhaps even a bit nurturing, if Taehyung were to pinpoint it— but maybe that’s the daddy issues talking. “I was wondering where Jeongguk wandered off to when I came back downstairs and he wasn’t where I last saw him.”
“Sorry for stealing him away from you like that,” Taehyung chuckles, playing with Jeongguk’s card as he debates whether he should order himself another drink or not, even if the man made sure to let him know that he wouldn’t be overstepping— it’s why he has his card right now, after all.
“No need to apologize,” Seojoon tells him. “I would’ve done the same thing in his place.”
Taehyung smiles sheepishly at the indirect praise, appraising Seojoon for a minute while the man signals for the bartender to come closer, ordering himself a beer and turning to Taehyung, the question obvious in his gaze, but Taehyung just shakes his head— doesn’t feel comfortable exploiting Jeongguk’s kindness, even if given explicit consent to spend as much as he’d like, going as far as putting the card inside his own wallet to keep it safe until Jeongguk returns. Seojoon offers him a puzzled smile and thanks the bartender, who promptly places the bottle of beer on the counter and uncaps it swiftly with the confidence of someone who has done this for a while, someone with the experience and confidence Taehyung would only dream of achieving.
“So,” Taehyung tilts his head as he speaks, having to brush his ocean blue hair away from his eyes, “tell me about yourself, Seojoon— Jeongguk mentioned that he and his roommate have been friends since birth, and I sense that there’s a nice story there.”
Seojoon smiles against the rim of his bottle and, god, he’s very handsome, enough so to have Taehyung’s eyelashes fluttering unconsciously as he stares at him rather dreamily. The man then begins to explain that his dad and Jeongguk’s were best friends in college, both of them working together and becoming business partners, co-owning a company together. That’s what he does for work, he tells Taehyung, having majored in business with a minor in economics in university and following his father’s footsteps gladly, since it’s something he’s always been interested in. Jeongguk, however, was always more of an artsy kid than anything else, so it came to no surprise to anyone that he’d be so good in the field, mastering many musical instruments, drawing, painting, and following his passion into university and now his professional life as a dancer.
“We’ve always been polar opposites when it comes to our personal and professional interests,” Seojoon tells him through his second bottle of beer since Jeongguk left. “But, somehow, we always make it work. He’s truly the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Taehyung can feel the affection in Seojoon’s words, smiling gently at the way his tone softens as he describes Jeongguk. It reminds him of his and Jimin’s friendship, the two of them self-declared soulmates, and although he doesn’t know Seojoon or Jeongguk that well, he’s glad that they have each other, especially if their bond is as strong as Seojoon had made it seem with both his words and his reactions.
“I feel you,” Taehyung tells him. “My best friend and I are very alike, but sometimes I feel like we’re from completely different planets. I’m sure that there’s at least a few things both of you like, though, right?” he chuckles, leaning his head on his palm as he looks at Seojoon sideways, noticing the way his lips quirk up at the question.
“It’s not often, but it does happen,” he says, taking a sip of the beer and then setting the bottle onto the counter, facing Taehyung with a mysterious smile. “I’m looking at one of those things right now.”
The words hang around the air for a few seconds, Taehyung’s body heating up at the implications behind them. It’s quite a shift from their conversation for sure, the fuzzy feeling in Taehyung’s chest now fueled by arousal other than fondness.
“Then… I guess it’s a good thing that there’s enough of me for you two to share.”
It’s a bold statement, one that makes his heart race in mild anxiousness, scared that Seojoon will laugh at him and tell him he’s misinterpreted this whole thing, but— his fear of rejection, of being ridiculed, only lessens the more they stare at each other, desire clear in Seojoon’s eyes despite the lack of proper lights, one of his hands that was previously resting on the counter hanging in the air between them much like Jeongguk had previously done before, waiting for Taehyung to take it and—
And of course he does, sliding his palm against Seojoon’s as breathes out a shuddery breath, legs rubbing together in anticipation, his brain trying to catch up with what this means, with what he’d said and implied with his words, with what Seojoon is silently offering him right now.
As Seojoon stands up and leaves his bottle of beer half-finished on the counter, Taehyung adjusts his grip on his hand and follows him into the sea of people, heart pounding inside his chest with an elation he’s longed to feel again.
VII
Seojoon’s lips feel as soft as Jeongguk’s had felt, the main difference between the way they kiss being how both men choose to touch and hold Taehyung through it. Despite brief, Taehyung could notice a rather possessive fuel to Jeongguk’s actions, one that he loved to experience, for it made him feel confident and desired when he desperately needed to, but Seojoon is sweet and slow, one of his hands on Taehyung’s nape, breathing him in before pressing soft kisses against his awaiting lips, smiling down at him and making him beg softly in needy whispers before fully leaning into it.
They’re near the dancefloor, away from the crowd and making out against the wall, Seojoon’s neatly trimmed hair under Taehyung’s fingers as their lips glide together in perfect synchrony. It’s hard to breathe, the air around them feeling hot and suffocating, but Taehyung can’t find himself to ever pull away from Seojoon’s touches and kisses, tasting the beer on his tongue, feeling his smile against his lips, and allowing himself to melt against his hands as they guide him through it.
Taehyung doesn’t know how long it’s been since they’ve walked away from the bar, Seojoon asking him if he wanted to dance only to have Taehyung pull him away from the dancefloor. Seojoon’s back hit the wall and Taehyung’s lips were against his before he knew it, the action fueled by the sudden burst of courage that ran through his veins, one that he chose to take advantage of before he lost it completely.
It’s when Seojoon’s lips move to the side of his neck that Jeongguk joins them again, pushing up against Taehyung from behind with both hands settled on his exposed waist, attaching his mouth to Taehyung’s jaw and causing him to moan from where he’s sandwiched between the two men, body debating whether it should push up against Seojoon or back against Jeongguk’s front.
“Fuck,” he can’t help but gasp, shivering as Seojoon sucks a bruise near his clavicle, the heat of two bodies on each side of him making him dizzy with want. Craning his neck backward, he smiles softly when Jeongguk presses a kiss to his spit-slicked lips. “You’re back.”
Jeongguk hums against his cheek, a barely audible rumble leaving his throat. “Got tired of just watching.”
It makes him feel hot inside knowing that Jeongguk was somewhere close, watching them as Taehyung and Seojoon kissed and touched each other, waiting for the perfect moment for him to step in.
Taehyung feels more than hears Seojoon chuckle, the man lifting his head to stare at his best friend with a lifted eyebrow and a crooked, amused smile, one that makes Taehyung want to kiss him again. “Took you a while,” he says and, honestly, Taehyung is a lot more focused on the way his lips curl around each word than what he’s actually saying. “It’s unlike you to just sit and watch.”
“It’s unlike me to even allow you to touch what’s mine,” comes Jeongguk’s reply, delivered right next to Taehyung’s ear.
It makes him whine loudly, the shameless display of possession, the assertion in his voice; it makes him feel powerful despite the fact that he’s crumbling against these two men, ready to do whatever they say— but that’s his choice, that’s what he wants, and that doesn’t take away his power.
Jeongguk can see the way he reacts, feels him shiver against his body and lean towards his touch, gaze shifting from Seojoon to Taehyung, who stares back just as intensely.
“You like that, pretty boy?” he asks, an attractive smirk spreading on his lips. “Like when I call you mine?”
And Taehyung is not usually a brat, but something about Jeongguk makes him want to defy him— test his boundaries, see where it takes him. That’s why, instead of answering truthfully, he chooses to smile mischievously at him, using the hold he has on Seojoon’s hair to pull him even closer until the man is back to nosing up his neck, kissing his skin and making him tremble in response, eyes full of mirth as they stare deep into Jeongguk’s, not an ounce of hesitancy as he says, “Doesn’t feel like I’m yours right now, does it?”
He feels Seojoon laugh against him, teeth brushing against his skin and he’s clearly amused, silent during the exchange, but something tells Taehyung that’s precisely what he likes. Jeongguk, however, is stunned silent for a whole different reason, fingers squeezing Taehyung’s waist in what seems to be an unconscious reaction and Taehyung can’t help but push back against him, ass rubbing against the front of Jeongguk’s sweatpants and gasping as he feels Jeongguk’s half-hard cock poke against him.
“Already?” Seojoon muses— must have caught up with the way Taehyung had reacted. Jeongguk can only scoff as he pushes back against Taehyung even harder, leaning over his body to bite at the junction of Seojoon’s neck and shoulder, the warning loud and clear in the action, as Seojoon winces through a chuckle.
If they’re this riled up right now, Taehyung can’t even imagine how much worse they’ll be once they get to fuck him.
He smiles at his own thoughts, but the smile is quickly ripped off his lips the moment Seojoon kisses him again. It’s sudden, but not at all unwelcome, especially when Jeongguk goes back to grinding against his ass and pulling shivers from him as he litters kisses up his neck.
“There’ll be no competition once we’re both inside of you, pretty boy,” Jeongguk has the audacity to whisper against his ear, going as far as pulling the lobe between his teeth and, oh— he must have said that out loud.
“Then you should get on with it,” Taehyung struggles to say as Seojoon breaks the kiss, his voice breathless and lacking the spite necessary for it to sound the way he wanted it. He makes up by pushing back against Jeongguk, grinding his ass against his crotch and causing him to hiss as he adds, “Doesn’t seem like you’ll last long like this.”
His words make Seojoon snort. “He’s gonna make you cum twice before fucking you now,” he says, smirking up at Jeongguk, reading him like a book. “Either that, or he’s not gonna let you cum at all.”
Turning back to Seojoon, Taehyung watches him through hooded eyes, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “And you’re just gonna let him take charge, hyung? Just like that?”
Taehyung doesn’t see the way Jeongguk’s jaw clenches, but he feels the way he huffs behind him and it makes adrenaline rush through his veins, body energetic and mind conjuring the repercussions his actions may have in the near future. His eyes, however, stay on Seojoon, who stares down at him like he has him all figured out— and perhaps he does.
“I think it’s time we head to the car,” is all Seojoon says, the easy smile never leaving his lips.
With a nod, Jeongguk steps back and unglues himself from Taehyung’s body, making him instantly miss the contact and Jeongguk’s warmth against him. He’s reluctant in the way he detangles himself from Seojoon, lowering his arms but not hesitating when sliding his hands down the man’s chest, feeling his toned body, hard and solid, against his fingers and biting on his lower lip, easily imagining how hot it would be to ride him while pushing himself up with his hands on Seojoon’s chest, Jeongguk’s cock being fucked into his mouth roughly, both of his holes at their mercy, his body just an object for them to use.
“I… I need to let my best friend know I’m leaving without him,” he tells them breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to get out of the club and into a bed with both men on top of him. “He’s dancing— I’ll be right back!”
As he makes his way to where he saw Jimin last, he shoots one last glance towards the roommates and best friends, laughing quietly to himself when he spots Seojoon making fun of Jeongguk’s hard-on, his cock bulging against the sweatpants and making it quite obvious despite the varsity jacket tied around his hips, sleeves partially covering his crotch. However, his laughter gets stuck in his throat when Seojoon touches it, fingers tracing the outline of Jeongguk’s length through the fabric teasingly, causing Jeongguk to bite into his lower lip and grab Seojoon’s wrist, either to push it away or to keep it there, perhaps even pull it closer.
Fuck, he needs to find Jimin right now.
Pushing past the people on the dancefloor, Taehyung easily locates Jimin after a minute or two of searching, his best friend taking a breather and chatting up with a group of people he most likely just met a little away from the center. Without any more time to waste, Taehyung walks up to him and excuses Jimin away from the conversation, pulling him a few feet away from the group and the crowd in general, the music louder now that he’s close to the DJ booth.
“Hey, you’re okay?” Jimin immediately asks, always the caring best friend, ready to save Taehyung from anything and everything.
“Yeah, I’m fine!” Taehyung shouts through the bass boosting through the speakers. “I’m heading out now,” he says, gesturing behind him, where Jeongguk and Seojoon await near the wall they were previously making out against. “I’ll— see you tomorrow, I guess?”
Jimin follows his motion, eyebrows pinching together.
“Wait, which one—?” Jimin begins to ask, though, as Taehyung’s smile widens, he quickly connects the dots. “Both?! Oh my god, they’re like, hot hot. Yes, go— what the fuck, Taehyung, go!”
Taehyung laughs— can’t help it, not when he’s feeling crazy right now, fresh out of a toxic relationship and about to fall into the arms of two incredibly good-looking and sweet men, those of which he shares amazing chemistry with and, honestly, it’s hard not to imagine how mind-blowing the sex will be. He’s definitely not going to be able to walk tomorrow, not if they follow through with what Jeongguk had said— both of them in him, at the same time, fuck—
“I will, shit, okay,” Taehyung says, feeling like he’s going to explode from excitement.
“Remember to turn your GPS on and keep your phone with you at all times, okay?” Jimin says, taking a step closer to him and nodding slowly, waiting for Taehyung to mimic his action before proceeding, “You’re gonna go to a hotel, right? Don’t go home with them, bub, and please text me the address or even just the name when you arrive.”
“You, too,” Taehyung tells him, feeling like his heart might burst from the amount of love he holds for Jimin— feeling seen, feeling cared for. “The moment you leave, text me— be it alone or with someone else, okay? And— and if you need help, Min, I swear— there’s no fucking dick or pair of dicks that I wouldn’t ditch for you.”
Jimin’s laughter is cheery and amused, his best friend gleaming under the colorful lights that shine down from the ceiling, his hair a complete mess and his makeup a bit smudged, but he looks just as good.
“Okay, I will,” Jimin assures him, lovely eyes staring up at Taehyung like he’s both glad and proud, and it does nothing to stop the ever-growing feeling of fondness in Taehyung’s heart. Then, Jimin kisses him softly on the lips, just a small peck between friends, before sending him off with a, “Be safe, yeah? Love you, have fun!”
Fun.
Yeah, Taehyung will have plenty of fun alright.
VIII
“You… you drive a Mercedes-Benz?”
When leaving the nightclub, Jeongguk told them to wait by the entrance; that he’d get the car from the parking lot and come back for them there. It only took him a minute or two at most, but that was enough for Taehyung to melt against Seojoon’s body, back pressed against his rock-hard chest as the man littered kisses along his shoulder and neck, nipping at his jaw and pulling his earlobe between his teeth. It was easy to get distracted, especially under such circumstances, and that’s why it took him a while to realize that Jeongguk was back, the expensive car parked right in front of him.
“Yup,” Jeongguk replies, an amused smirk on his lips. He looks good like that, in the driver’s seat of a luxury car, elbow resting on the lowered window and looking up at Taehyung with mirth swimming in his eyes. “A 2021 Mercedes-AMG GT 63 S, to be precise.”
Taehyung blinks slowly at his words, feeling as Seojoon detaches himself from behind him and reaches for his hand instead. “I have no idea what that means but you sounded so fuckin’ pretentious just now.”
The two roommates laugh as Seojoon pulls Taehyung into the backseat with him and onto his lap, Taehyung flushing at the sudden turn of events. They’re right behind Jeongguk’s seat, too, the man humming teasingly as he watches them through the rearview mirror but staying silent otherwise.
“Pretentious but extremely sexy, right?” Seojoon says, looking up at Taehyung with a knowing smile as Jeongguk turns on the engine, the car roaring to life and making Taehyung shudder. Far too many memories of a fling he once had with a street-racer dude during his university years resurface, and the amount of car sex he had as well as the position he currently finds himself in are giving him way too many ideas right now.
“I thought you were a dance instructor?” Taehyung questions Jeongguk, choosing to ignore Seojoon, who pinches his side in retaliation, making him yelp and giggle on top of him, twisting and flinching when the man tickles him for good measure.
He can’t see it, but he knows Jeongguk is smiling as he says, “I am. Got this baby with my old man’s money.”
Oh, the life of the bourgeoisie.
Jeongguk searches for a nice hotel nearby on Google, asking Taehyung and Seojoon if they have any preferences and adding the address to the Maps app when they reply that no, they don’t— as long as there’s a big bed and privacy, they’ll be happy. As Jeongguk drives, Taehyung keeps his hands on Seojoon’s shoulder and chest, breathing softly through his nose as he feels him knead either of his thighs through the jeans, their positions allowing Taehyung’s fertile imagination to run free with endless possibilities.
But why should he settle for something fictional when he could have the real thing instead?
With that in mind, the hand on Seojoon’s shoulder moves to his nape instead, Taehyung leaning down and pressing their lips together in a soft, slow kiss— ready to pull away at any sign of discomfort coming from either Seojoon or Jeongguk, but it never comes. Instead, Seojoon only pulls him closer then, humming against his lips and taking control over the kiss with mastery, his tongue pushing past Taehyung’s lips and curling around his own in a way that makes him moan softly, the sound muffled and muted.
The thing about Taehyung is that he loves kissing, finds it easy to lose himself to the feeling of it. Seojoon seems glad to indulge him, kissing Taehyung’s cheeks and chin and jaw when he leans back to breathe, swallowing his giggles and pleasure-filled hums all the while holding him close, keeping him steady despite the moving vehicle they’re currently inside, allowing Taehyung to take whatever he wants from him, giving back twice as much. It’s the sort of attention Taehyung craves; the care and the assurance he needs the most.
From then on, it gets messy. He doesn’t fully understand why or how, doesn’t know when exactly the desire within him chose to overflow, but he’s done waiting. Seojoon’s hands are all over his body, squeezing and kneading his ass, grabbing his thighs, his waist, and it’s too hot in there, it’s too much, his cock hardening and pushing against his underwear and jeans, throbbing and twitching when Seojoon becomes a little rougher, groaning against his lips and pulling him closer until Taehyung can’t help but grind his hard-on against Seojoon’s stomach, moaning and gasping as his toes curl inside his shoes.
Reluctantly, Taehyung pulls away to take his cardigan off, the heat becoming too much to handle, throwing it on the seat next to them and moaning prettily when Seojoon pushes his top up to suck on his nipples one at a time, the man shamelessly palming Taehyung’s cock through his jeans and making his vision blank for a second, disoriented and so, so incredibly needy, body giving up on him as he leans against the back of Jeongguk’s seat, head falling on the headrest and right next to Jeongguk’s.
Buildings and vehicles blur together as the Mercedes rushes through the streets, a reminder that they’re very much still outside and that they could be spotted at any point, the thought of Jeongguk most likely having tinted windows not even crossing his mind and it’s exciting, every cell in Taehyung’s body vibrating and, well, maybe he’s more of an exhibitionist than he initially thought.
He doesn’t have time to focus on his discovery for long, though, not when Seojoon is pinching his left nipple with his teeth, unbuttoning the front of Taehyung’s jeans with one hand and undoing the clasp of his pretty belt, making Taehyung even more desperate to be touched. He’s grinding against Seojoon’s lap, moaning when the man finally pulls both his jeans and underwear down under his balls and allows his cock to spring free, rock hard and dripping wet, twitching pathetically when he hears Jeongguk groan from behind him, the man focused on driving but not unaware of what is happening in the backseat, eyes momentarily meeting Seojoon’s through the rearview mirror.
“You okay there, Jeongguk-ah?” Seojoon asks through a laugh, Taehyung chuckling breathlessly when the man tells his best friend to fuck off. Then, turning his attention back to Taehyung, Seojoon says, “Shit, doll, you’re dripping all over my pants. So messy.”
He whines then, both because of the pet-name and the embarrassment he feels rushing up to his cheeks, clawing at Seojoon’s shoulder and looking at him through his lashes, silently begging him to touch him, to make him feel good. It works, Seojoon’s big, warm palm circling Taehyung’s cock and making him shiver, thumb collecting the stream of pre-cum and spreading it all over his shaft, making him nice and wet, the slide easier as he jerks him off slowly. Taehyung’s legs shake on either side of him, chest heaving and top still bunched up under his armpits.
The car comes to a stop then, Taehyung craning his head backward and noticing they’ve stopped at a red light. Seojoon, however, does not stop, the strokes becoming faster and causing him to mewl loudly, sounding so needy and desperate Jeongguk can’t hold himself back from turning around as best as he can from his seat and chasing his lips, muffling Taehyung’s noises with his mouth, uncaring of the way spit drips down both of their chins, the weird angle making it hard for them to keep it neat and coordinated.
It’s only when the car behind them honks that they part with a gasp, Taehyung whining at the loss as Jeongguk straightens himself in his seat and focuses back on driving. He’s getting close, he realizes, not used to feeling so overwhelmed— he’s never had a threesome, foursome, or joined an orgy before, his sexual encounters limited to only him and another person. Nothing has ever felt this strong, and he can’t say for sure if that’s because of the additional person or the fact that Seojoon and Jeongguk are just that intense on their own.
“Can I fuck your hand, hyung?” Taehyung asks as he turns back to him, thanking him softly when Seojoon grants him permission, grinding up and into Seojoon’s palm, ass pushing against his lap and making him hiss every time, the sight of Taehyung on top of him, so pretty and desperate, making it hard for him to keep himself neutral and still. “Sh— shit, it feels so good.”
“Don’t make him cum yet,” comes Jeongguk’s voice, his tone leaving no space for arguments. It makes Taehyung stop then, eyes widening as he looks at Seojoon, a nervous smile on his lips.
“Hyung, you wouldn’t listen to him, would you?” he asks, leaning closer to him, left hand pulling up to cradle Seojoon’s jaw, thumb caressing his cheek as their noses brush together. “Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”
He’s thoroughly surprised when Seojoon merely smirks, letting go of Taehyung’s cock and making him freeze in response.
“Why should I make you cum, doll?” Seojoon asks, the low rumble of his voice causing Taehyung to shiver on top of him. “You’ve been nothing but a brat this whole time, thinking you can have things go your way without working for it. Jeongguk and I are a duo, pretty— you should’ve known better than try to defy one of us and think there wouldn’t be a consequence to your actions.”
Taehyung leans back then, looking at him with pleading eyes, clawing at the front of his shirt as he tries to grind against Seojoon’s lap, only to be held still by his strong hands. “Hyung, please, please—,” he begs repeatedly, but it’s useless— Jeongguk is laughing at him from the driver’s seat, making him feel humiliated and small and hot all over while Seojoon caresses his sides, cooing at him and the way his cock twitches pitifully from where it stands hard and tall against his soft stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin.
The car stops once again but, this time, they’re not behind a line of cars waiting for the traffic light to turn green. After taking a turn to the right and driving down a ramp and into a building garage, Jeongguk swiftly parks his Mercedes in an available spot, turning the ignition off and sliding between the two front seats until he, with a lot of twisting and a great amount of flexibility despite his tall height and buff body, manages to sit himself next to Seojoon and Taehyung in the backseat.
“We’ve arrived,” he says, hungry eyes eating up Taehyung’s debauched appearance, from his dark brown nipples pinched pink to his exposed, twitching cock.
His gaze makes him slightly self-conscious, the two men before him fully clothed and eyeing him like predators, making him feel small and almost shy. Wordlessly, Taehyung moves to cover his cock with one hand as the other pulls his top down, legs unconsciously squeezing Seojoon’s hips as he does so, body and mind arguing between begging more for them to touch him and to keep some of his pride still intact.
However, before he can even make a decision, he feels Seojoon’s fingers trail up his waist and caress his arm, going up from his forearm and bicep, making him shiver at the soft, barely-there touch. He instinctively closes his eyes with a sigh, missing the way Jeongguk bites on his lower lip and appraises him.
“Say,” Jeongguk starts by saying, smiling at him when Taehyung dazedly opens his eyes to look at him, blushing a furious shade of red as Jeongguk reaches for his hand and pulls it away from his cock, exposing it to their gazes yet again and causing it to jump from excitement. “Since you’re so desperate and we have about five minutes before someone comes down here to wonder why no one’s leaving the car after seeing us pulling in, why don’t you play with that pretty cock of yours and make yourself cum for us, Taehyungie?”
The question catches him off-guard, Taehyung having to spend a couple of seconds just blinking at Jeongguk, thinking that he might’ve heard him wrong, that maybe his own mind is playing tricks on him, or— or something. However, no matter how many times he tries to convince himself that that is the case, he can’t unhear what has been said, and he can’t deny that the suggestion makes him feel hot both inside and out.
“With… with you two watching?” he croaks out, throat suddenly feeling dry as Seojoon keeps touching him, Jeongguk’s hand still around his wrist, his touch hot— scorching.
“Four minutes,” it’s all the older man says, Taehyung’s eyes snapping back to him, wide and embarrassed. “This is your chance,” Seojoon adds, a dangerous smile on his lips. “We won’t touch you until we get to the room, so, if you wanna make yourself feel good before then and avoid having to walk around with your pretty cock hard and dripping all over your underwear… well, you know what to do.”
Shit, that thought is enough to have him shivering, bottom lip trapped between his teeth and thighs quivering around Seojoon’s hips. The idea of being observed by both Seojoon and Jeongguk is extremely arousing, to the point it makes him ashamed of how much he enjoys it, but no matter how embarrassed he is deep down, his cock fucking hurts, hot and heavy between his legs, bouncing with every word directed towards him, begging for someone— anyone to ease the pressure and touch it.
That’s why Taehyung gently pries Jeongguk’s fingers away from his wrist, swallowing down his nerves as his own hand circles the base of his cock slowly, suppressing a hiss at how sensitive he feels. When he closes his eyes, Jeongguk reprimands him— says they want him to see each and every one of their reactions as he brings himself over the edge, and Taehyung obeys.
Spitting onto his palm while keeping his eyes glued to Jeongguk’s, Taehyung finally begins to jerk himself off, whimpering softly at how much he’s craved it, the pleasure added to the feeling of being watched almost overwhelming. Switching his gaze to Seojoon, he can see nothing but dilated pupils and pure desire in his eyes, the sight making him speed up his movements, rotating his wrist as well as pumping his cock, thumb sticking up to stimulate the tip of his cock with each thrust.
“Lean back against the seat,” Jeongguk instructs him, “and play with your nipples, pretty— yes, just like that, good boy.”
Taehyung whines again, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted, head turned slightly to face Jeongguk. He looks hungry, body relaxed and comfortable, his right hand palming his cock through his sweatpants and, god, Taehyung wants nothing more than to get on his knees for him, to have him thrust his hard cock down his throat, make him choke on it until he manages to make himself cum, the thought making him drunk in desire, desperate and so, so sensitive, enough so that the moment he pinches his left nipple between his fingers, he can’t help but arch his back towards Seojoon, gasping and quivering on top of him.
He’s close again and he tells them so, groaning and thrusting into the heat of his hand as Jeongguk scoots closer to him and Seojoon, the two of them not holding back as they shower him in praises, pet-names and compliments going straight to Taehyung’s heart, soul, and dick, the man having barely any time to prepare himself before his hips are stuttering on Seojoon’s lap, fingers shaking and vocal cords burning as he moans, loud and pretty for them to hear, and cums all over his fist and lower belly, a single tear falling down his cheek from the strain, from the force of it.
Then, warmth is all he can feel, Seojoon gently holding him so he doesn’t fall as Jeongguk reaches for tissues in the glove compartment, swiftly cleaning Taehyung of his own release and telling him how perfect he is, how good he was for them, making him preen in response, a soft and lazy smile on his lips as he blinks up at the two of them.
“Kiss,” he demands quietly, giggling softly in surprise as the two of them press kisses on either side of his cheek at the same time. “Not what I meant, but I’ll take it for now.”
The three men smile at each other, Seojoon and Jeongguk uncaring of their own not-so-little problems found inside each of their pants as they help Taehyung get dressed and get out of the car, Seojoon lending him a supporting hand as Jeongguk discards the dirty tissues. Hand-in-hand after adjusting their pants and, in Jeongguk’s case, covering his hard-on with his varsity jacket, they all get inside the elevator and leave on the ground floor, greeting the receptionist with innocent smiles and acting like nothing out of the ordinary happened down in the garage.
“I’ll need your IDs, please,” the receptionist, a woman that seems to be in her late thirties, tells them politely. “Here’s the keycard to your room. I’ll need one of you to stay and finish the check-in process, but two of you can go up to your room after I register you, if you choose to.”
“I’ll stay,” Seojoon says then, handing her his ID with a smile after the two roommates assure Taehyung not to worry about paying for the room, that they got him covered. “You both can go.”
“Sure,” Jeongguk hums, turning to look at Taehyung when the man nudges him with a finger, handing him his credit card back after finding it in his wallet as he looked for his ID. “Huh? Ah, thanks, baby.”
Taehyung blushes a furious shade of red when he and the receptionist make eye-contact, the pet-name making her eyebrows lift in an indiscreet, but most likely unconscious way.
“Well, um— anyway,” Taehyung stutters with an awkward chuckle as he leaves his ID on the counter, looking away from the receptionist and turning to Seojoon instead, “are you sure you don’t want us to wait with you, hyung?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, not an ounce of shame in his body as he pulls Taehyung close to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone, causing Taehyung to gasp softly as he feels himself heat up from both shyness and fondness, not used to PDA— not lately, anyway. Then, moving his lips to the shell of Taehyung’s ear, Seojoon continues with a whisper, “Make sure to take good care of Jeonggukie before I arrive, doll.”
“Oh,” Taehyung breathes out the word in a whisper, stealing a glance towards Jeongguk’s direction before turning back to Seojoon with a smile. “Of course, hyung.”
After the receptionist hands them back their respective IDs, Jeongguk takes the keycard from the table and stores it inside his pocket. He and Taehyung make their way back to the elevator, the two of them smiling at Seojoon as they wait for the doors to close— and while Taehyung’s smile was merely sweet and pure, Jeongguk’s was full of mischief and a bit of challenge, which makes Seojoon roll his eyes playfully and send them a wink in response before turning back to the receptionist, answering to one of her many questions.
The moment the elevator starts moving, Taehyung finds himself pressed against the steel walls, Jeongguk’s lips on his and his hands both on Taehyung’s hip and his neck. It’s sudden, but not at all unwelcome— the heat coming off Jeongguk’s body almost addictive, the easy slide of their lips and the push and pull of their tongues something that Taehyung would never dream of denying.
Once again, he’s struck with the wonderful thought of how different both Seojoon and Jeongguk are with their approaches as Taehyung moans softly when Jeongguk bites on his lower lip hungrily, rough fingers demanding access to every inch of his sensitive body, the two of them uncaring of the security camera watching them and recording their every move. Thinking back, Taehyung can recall seeing the security footage showing on a monitor behind the reception counter, and the thought of Seojoon getting to watch them as they make-out makes him feel warm inside, fueled by this, having almost like an urge to show him how eager he is to be good for him, for them.
“I can’t seem to control myself when I’m close to you,” Jeongguk mutters against his lips after they break the kiss, his eyes still closed and his body still glued to Taehyung’s front, the smell of his sweet cologne clouding his senses. “God, you’re fucking irresistible.”
His words are emphasized with another kiss to Taehyung’s lips, both of Jeongguk’s hands sliding down his body and grabbing the side of his thighs. Effortlessly, Jeongguk manages to pull Taehyung up without even breaking the kiss, startling him into a moan as he moves to circle the man’s waist with his legs, feeling weightless on top of him and braced between his arms.
When the elevator reaches the designated floor and opens its doors, Jeongguk doesn’t bother putting him down, instead choosing to walk slowly through the long corridor, breaking the kiss to search for their room as Taehyung kisses his neck needily, sucking marks onto his skin and moaning softly close to his ear, causing the man to whimper and groan with the need to finally get inside and have his way with Taehyung.
Jeongguk presses Taehyung’s back against the wall beside the door to their room, chasing his lips once again and stealing all the air from his lungs. As one of his hands leaves Taehyung’s thigh to reach for the keycard, Taehyung stops him with a low, “Let me,” fingers sliding down Jeongguk’s chest and making their way to the front pocket of his sweatpants. However, he can’t help but do a small detour, choosing to palm Jeongguk’s cock through the fabric, feeling and hearing the heavy exhale of relief the man lets out as he feels it under his fingertips.
It seems that Jeongguk is truly done waiting, holding Taehyung up with one arm as he gets the keycard himself, allowing Taehyung to take his time as he takes the extra mile and slips his hand inside Jeongguk’s pants, now palming him through his underwear and feeling how thick and heavy his hard cock feels against his fingers.
The door unlocks with a soft dinging sound, the man wasting no time before pushing past it, making sure to keep the keycard outside so Seojoon can come in without either of them needing to stop whatever they choose to do next. Taehyung doesn’t have time to look around the wide and prettily furnished room before Jeongguk is carrying him to the couch across from the bed, settling Taehyung on his lap and kissing him messily as Taehyung touches him everywhere he can reach, eager to feel Jeongguk and to make him moan and gasp in pleasure.
Being here, in a room with Jeongguk as they wait for Seojoon to come up and meet them, everything feels a bit more real— unlike in the club, where they were surrounded by people, or in the car, where they weren’t truly alone either, being in this hotel room makes him even more desperate to finally give himself fully to the two men he barely just met.
But as his phone vibrates in his pocket, he has to break the kiss with a startled gasp. “Wait,” he says, voice sounding breathless and rough, “I have to— have to text my friend.”
Slipping off Jeongguk’s lap, Taehyung circles the couch and leans against the wall close to the door, unlocking his phone and inwardly groaning at the incoming notifications— texts and more texts coming from the same person: Yoonbum.
Fuck him, Taehyung thinks as he ignores the texts and opens his chat with Jimin, swiftly messaging him the hotel name and sending him his location through the app, just in case.
Making his way back to the couch while looking down at his phone, Taehyung doesn’t expect to find Jeongguk with his sweatpants and underwear pulled under his hips, varsity jacket discarded and hard cock being stroked by his tattooed hand, the sight of it alone making Taehyung’s mouth water. He’s unbashful about it, too, not even a sliver of shame as he sends Taehyung a cocky smile, jerking himself off slowly without taking his eyes off him, the gleam in his gaze almost challenging, like he’s asking Taehyung,
Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?
Taehyung knows what he’s not going to do— not gonna think about his ex-boyfriend, not as he gets down on his knees between Jeongguk’s spread legs, both hands placed on his thighs and eyes stuck to where Jeongguk’s hand moves lazily and unhurriedly, Taehyung’s need to taste him on his tongue so strong it almost makes him drool.
“What a good boy,” Jeongguk praises him softly, the low tone of his voice making Taehyung have to suppress a needy shiver. “I didn’t even need to tell you to kneel.”
Jeongguk’s hand lets go of his cock, letting it fall rigidly on top of his clothed stomach, and comes to the side of Taehyung’s face, thumb stroking his cheek softly as Taehyung leans his head against his palm like a pet, closing his eyes and humming quietly in the back of his throat before looking up at Jeongguk through his long eyelashes, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he sends Jeongguk a smile.
Wordlessly, he moves forward as Jeongguk’s hand goes to the back of his head, gently guiding him closer until his lips touch the length of Jeongguk’s cock. Cheekily, Taehyung sticks his tongue out purposefully, licking up his shaft as he watches him with mirth in his eyes, moaning against him when he finally gets to taste him. He sees the moment Jeongguk relaxes against the couch, biting onto his lower lip with his eyes focused only on Taehyung, seeming hypnotized by him. It fuels him with confidence, the fact that Jeongguk is so incredibly open about how much he’s attracted to Taehyung, not even trying to hide it from his gaze.
“Can I suck you off, Jeongguk?” Taehyung asks, voice dipping a little lower than he had intended, a little raspier, the sound of it causing Jeongguk to shiver above him. “I promise I’ll be good for you.”
Jeongguk chuckles breathlessly then, reaching down to slide his thumb along Taehyung’s bottom lip, smirking once Taehyung sucks the finger into his mouth. “You’re such a tease, aren’t you, pretty?” he asks, to which Taehyung hums, the sound muffled by Jeongguk’s thumb.
Pretty is an understatement, Jeongguk thinks, especially when he looks like this— plump lips stretched around Jeongguk’s finger, his eyes sparkling with want, with desire, as he looks up at him in anticipation. Honestly, no word would come close to describe him, as he is not simply beautiful or gorgeous, goes beyond what might be considered perfect. He’s… he’s Taehyung, and that in itself should be its own adjective.
“Go ahead, baby,” Jeongguk purrs, smiling down at Taehyung as he spreads his legs further, giving him more space between them to get comfortable, and pulling his finger off his mouth, using the moisture to lightly lubricate the tip of his cock, circling his thumb around the crown and humming softly at the feeling of it before pulling back entirely. “It’s all yours.”
And that’s all Taehyung needed to hear.
All the need to tease and to stall, to get Jeongguk as desperate for him as he is for Jeongguk, is forgotten, now replaced with the very strong, every present desire to make him crumble instead, to show him how good he can be. Despite that, he starts slowly— littering wet kisses down his length, swirling his tongue at the base of his cock and licking up his hanging balls, not taking his eyes off Jeongguk’s, picking up on the fact that he likes when Taehyung looks at him, keeping his eyes trained on his own as he takes what he can. As Taehyung makes his way up, that’s when he sucks the head of Jeongguk’s cock inside his awaiting mouth, the heat and the wetness causing Jeongguk to moan above him, the sound like music to Taehyung’s ears.
Pulling off with a wet pop, Taehyung smiles up at him as his right hand comes up to hold his cock in place, licking up the underside and coating it with his saliva before diving back down, reaching to the middle of his length before coming back up again, teasing. Jeongguk’s cock is not the thickest Taehyung has seen, but he’s thick enough for his mouth to feel full, the perfect size to make him satisfied and to wonder about how much he’d love to cock-warm him on a daily basis, lazily watching TV with the pleasant weight of Jeongguk’s cock on his tongue. He’s long, perhaps going up to eight inches, and Taehyung can’t wait to feel it sliding down his throat.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Jeongguk comments with a funny smile, and he looks a lot broader and stronger from this angle, the sight of him making Taehyung want to sit on his lap and ride him until he passes out.
“I am,” Taehyung replies, the words spoken against Jeongguk’s skin, warm breath making his cock twitch in Taehyung’s hand. “Been thinking about getting on my knees for you ever since the moment you took me to the dancefloor back in the nightclub.”
With a short laugh, Jeongguk tilts his head, his bleached blond hair messy and framing his face beautifully, and asks, “Was it the grinding or the kissing that made you feel that way?”
Taehyung can’t help but smile as they spend a couple of seconds just looking at each other, the amused glint in Jeongguk’s eyes making him feel warm inside, almost giddy. It’s different from what he expected as he and Jimin made their way to the club, the idea of feeling so comfortable with a stranger almost farfetched.
“Both,” he replies easily, truthfully, causing Jeongguk’s smile to widen. “And also, maybe because you’re so damn hot.”
Jeongguk laughs then, the sound of it, so honest and carefree, making Taehyung giggle as well. He’s thoroughly caught by surprise, though, when Jeongguk leans down and kisses him, the action rather sudden and uncalled for, but sweet enough to make him melt against the man, unconsciously smiling as he kisses him back just as eagerly, this sort of softness and tenderness also something he did not expect from a complete stranger, something that he didn’t even really experience from his ex-boyfriend after the first couple of weeks being together.
“Tell me,” Jeongguk says, and, honestly, Taehyung feels like whining at the loss, wanting to feel those lips against his for as long as he can. “How can you be so cute while on your knees and ready to suck someone off?”
“Says the bunny-teethed dom with exhibitionist tendencies,” Taehyung replies, leaning up as his thumb slides up and down the prominent vein on the underside of Jeongguk’s cock, feeling his heavy exhale against his face and bumping their noses together before speaking the next words directly to Jeongguk’s ear, “Now, are you gonna keep kissing me or are you gonna let me feel your big cock go down my throat like it’s meant to?”
Jeongguk shudders, both his body and cock twitching against Taehyung, the man making a random sound of approval before leaning back against the seat again, looking down at Taehyung and allowing him to see the amusement and softness slowly dimming from his gaze, now replaced by dilated pupils and raw desire.
Swallowing down his need to giggle at the power he has over the other, Taehyung leans down to take Jeongguk’s cock inside his mouth again, this time going further down before coming back up. Licking around the shaft, he keeps his eyes trained on Jeongguk as the man reaches out to gently pull his hair away from his eyes, the action feeling too soft, too out of place, and once again bringing warmth to Taehyung’s belly.
He decides to stop teasing then, ignoring the slight strain to his jaw as he adapts to Jeongguk’s size, lips stretched around his cock and cheeks hollowing as he goes down again, his right hand placed around the base as his left one fondles Jeongguk’s balls with expertise. Taehyung is guided by Jeongguk’s reactions, every moan and every little sigh making him feel more confident, wanting to hear them and see the way Jeongguk bites on his lower lip and throws his head back, learning what makes him feel good, what makes him tip over the edge.
It’s when Taehyung has finally managed to deep-throat Jeongguk, the effort clear in the way his eyes tear up and his nails dig onto Jeongguk’s thigh every time he threatens to gag around him, that Seojoon announces his arrival with two short knocks to the door despite it being unlocked for him, the man slipping inside and closing the door behind him with a muted click, keycard found between two of his fingers. Taehyung can’t see him from where he’s kneeling on the floor, quite literally too preoccupied with something else, but he sees Jeongguk smile as he turns his head back to greet the man, the clear fondness in his eyes making Taehyung’s stomach feel fuzzy, warm, for what feels like the hundredth time of the night.
“What a lovely sight,” is what Seojoon says as he comes into view, dropping down on the couch next to Jeongguk and leaning over to gently wipe the spit dripping from Taehyung’s outstretched mouth after a rather loud gagging sound. “Are you enjoying yourself, doll? You look beautiful on your knees.”
Despite how wrecked and breathless he is, Taehyung preens at the praise, gratefully closing his eyes as he pulls off to smile at Seojoon, a thick, nasty string of saliva connecting his mouth to Jeongguk’s cock. He doesn’t know if it’s the fact that his lips are red and puffy or the way his cheeks are stained with tears, but he hears Jeongguk groan and throw his head back, the sound of it growing louder as Taehyung jerks him off, taking advantage of the great amount of spit coating his cock to make it extra sloppy in a way he has learned that Jeongguk enjoys.
“Bet I’d look even prettier being double-teamed by you two,” Taehyung says, uncaring of the way his voice cracks, the reaction from both Seojoon and Jeongguk enough of a boost to his confidence, keeping his eyes trained on Seojoon as he licks up Jeongguk’s cock messily and slowly, not even trying to hide his smile as the man’s eyes darken. “Whaddya say, hyung? Will you let me have a taste of you, too?”
But before Seojoon can even answer, Jeongguk is already reaching out to palm his cock through his jeans, the outline of it obvious and pushing through the fabric. It must hurt, Taehyung absentmindedly thinks, being like that for so long, and untouched on top of that. However, he can’t even focus on his own thoughts as he watches it, because— well, something about Jeongguk and Seojoon touching each other makes him feel hot, almost like a voyeur despite the fact that he’s very much included in this. Maybe it’s because they’ve been showering him with attention all the time, Taehyung being the center of their praises and heated touches, and seeing otherwise makes him feel weird, but in a nice way, and he wants more of this feeling.
With Jeongguk’s help, Seojoon undoes his jeans and lifts his hips to pull his pants and underwear down under his knees, exposing his toned, thick thighs and leaking hard cock to Taehyung’s admiring eyes. Slowly, he lifts his left hand while switching his gaze up to Seojoon’s eyes, gently stroking up his cock with the pad of his thumb, seeing as it jumps upon contact from the corner of his eyes, addicted to the expression of relief, of pleasure, that takes over Seojoon’s face.
Placing one last kiss to the crown of Jeongguk’s cock, he scoots over until he’s between Seojoon’s legs instead, biting onto his lower lip when Jeongguk comes closer to his roommate, stroking his own cock while watching over him, eyes full of anticipation as he stares at Taehyung’s every move, not missing as the blue-haired man gathers enough saliva inside his mouth and licks up Seojoon’s cock, coating it with spit and making it glisten under the artificial lights of the room, the two men silent above him as they take in the view— pretty Taehyung on his knees, going cross-eyed as he keeps his gaze stuck on the cock directly in front of his face, plump, swollen lips gliding up the shaft as he presses wet kisses all around the length and the tip.
Taehyung can’t help but moan when he finally takes Seojoon’s cock inside his mouth, both because of the feeling of it, hot and heavy on his tongue, and also because Seojoon has reached out to jerk Jeongguk off himself, the sight causing Taehyung’s cock to twitch inside his pants, legs squeezing together in an attempt to find some much-needed friction— but, alas, it doesn’t work, the heat between his legs weighing him down, making him whine around Seojoon’s cock needily, wide eyes staring pleadingly up at him.
Surprisingly enough, Seojoon seems to understand him despite the lack of words, the man stretching his leg and pressing the tip of his Chelsea boots against Taehyung’s groin, the pressure making him choke as he pulls out, a strangled moan leaving his parted lips as he pushes back against Seojoon’s foot, desperately rutting against the upper part of his shoe as he nuzzles the man’s cock, uncaring of how it makes him seem— of how needy he is, tongue rolling out his mouth and dragging against Seojoon’s skin, wanting to taste him, to feel him all over his body.
“Hyung,” Taehyung calls him softly through a moan, pretty eyes looking up at him through his lashes, the sight of Jeongguk kissing up Seojoon’s neck making his head spin. “Hyung, fuck my mouth, please,” he begs, thick eyelashes clinging together as he cries, his body feeling hot and mind clouded with want. Slowly, he reaches for Jeongguk’s hand, taking it between his fingers and guiding it until Jeongguk’s palm is on the back of his head. “Make me take hyung’s cock down my throat, Jeonggukie, please.”
It’s too much— as he grinds against Seojoon’s foot and chokes around his cock, feeling the weight of Jeongguk’s hand as it pushes his head down in sync with the movements from Taehyung’s hand as he jerks him off, Seojoon now settling for pinching Jeongguk’s nipples under his shirt and making him buck his hips upwards… it’s too much, Taehyung’s tears rolling down his cheeks to land on Seojoon’s skin, his eyes rolling back and throat fighting to adjust around the thickness of the man’s cock, the sound of their moans and groans making him feel lightheaded, like he’s floating, at the same time that the pressure of their touches make his body sink to the ground, like putty under their hands.
He gasps for air as Jeongguk pulls him up and into a searing kiss, uncaring of how messy Taehyung is— spit bubbling around his lips and wetting his cheeks, with tears rolling down his flushed-red face. Despite how breathless he is, he can’t help but cling onto Jeongguk, kissing him hard and needily as he feels Seojoon pull him up and onto his lap, the man groaning under him as his cock rubs against Taehyung’s ass through his jeans and, god, it’s still too much.
When Jeongguk leans back, they’re both breathing heavily through their mouths, Seojoon carefully reaching up to wipe away Taehyung’s tears with his thumbs, his touch soft against his skin.
“Breathe, doll,” Seojoon says, shushing him as he pulls him closer, tucking Taehyung’s head under his chin and hugging him close, feeling Taehyung tremble against him. “Such a good boy, aren’t you? So good for us. Calm down, baby, we’re only getting started.”
Taehyung whines as Jeongguk leans down to litter kisses down his exposed shoulder and back, his fingers gently caressing his skin and making him shiver, sensitive. Then, leaning his head against the couch and facing Taehyung, Jeongguk smiles toothily at him before kissing the tip of his nose and leaning back, not taking his eyes off Taehyung’s before adding, “Our pretty boy.”
The words make Taehyung’s cheek heat up, heart racing inside his chest, as he’s suddenly struck with a rush of fondness. The way Jeongguk is looking at him, how Seojoon keeps holding him and praising him, it makes him feel… validated. Cared for, he thinks, in ways the men don’t even realize how much he needed.
After a quiet, final sniffle, he lifts his head and smiles softly at them, landing a chaste kiss to each mouth before requesting, “Can we move to the bed now?”
They get off the couch after removing their shoes, Taehyung’s light grey chunky sneakers looking out of place next to Jeongguk’s combat boots and Seojoon’s Chelsea boots, both in black. Taehyung retrieves his phone from the floor before making his way to the bed, seeing in his notifications that Jimin had replied, wishing him a fun night and saying he’ll text him later, when he’s leaving. Taehyung shoots him a quick text, just a kissy emoji to let him know that he’s seen it, and settles the device on the bedside table, hopping onto the mattress and turning around to see Jeongguk slowly undoing the laces of Seojoon’s corset, his own shirt already discarded and his bulging muscles exposed to Taehyung’s eyes to eat up.
There’s something almost intimate in the way Jeongguk undresses him, his fingers deftly working the knots and the laces all the while maintaining his touches soft. It’s not too complicated, the corset sewed to Seojoon’s see-through shirt only for show and aesthetics, but something about it…
“Have you ever done something like this before?” Seojoon suddenly asks, Taehyung’s eyes flicking up from where he was watching Jeongguk’s hands move to see the man already staring at him— caught him watching. Then, upon seeing the question in Taehyung’s eyes, Seojoon simply motions for both himself and Jeongguk behind him.
“What, having a threesome?” Taehyung deducts, to which Seojoon merely nods in response. “No, never. You’re popping my double-teamed cherry, so you should feel proud,” he says, lighthearted, his choice of words making the two men laugh as Jeongguk steps away so Seojoon can take his shirt off completely. Mildly distracted by the heavenly sight of his chest and abs finally being freed, Taehyung continues, “I’m not exactly constantly being approached by two hot guys who like sharing, you know.”
“It’s our first time, too,” Jeongguk says, taking Seojoon’s top from him and folding it along with his own shirt, setting it near Taehyung’s phone on the bedside table— neat. “We’ve never shared anyone before.”
“Oh,” Taehyung blinks up at them, “I wasn’t expecting that at all, actually. You guys seem so… in sync.” Then, fueled by his own curiosity and the familiarity between them, the softness and care and longing he thinks he recognized in their gazes, he asks, “But do you two ever…?” while motioning between the roommates as they approach the bed, heart racing as they come closer, feeling small at the presence of such built, dangerously good-looking men. “Like, with each other?”
“Sometimes,” Jeongguk replies easily with a shrug before setting a knee on top of the mattress, causing it to dip under his weight, his sweatpants casually sliding down to reveal more of his skin— god, Taehyung doesn’t know why they don’t just take their clothes off already. “Not often, though. He’s not that into bottoming, so.”
“Very rarely,” Seojoon adds from where he stands near the bed. “But it does happen; sometimes, like he said.”
“That’s hot,” Taehyung says, pausing to hum at the thought, the vivid image playing in his mind like a movie, wondering what it’d be like to watch them together— wondering why he likes that idea so much. “Like, very hot.”
And as Jeongguk looks at him, Taehyung wonders if he’s perhaps a mind-reader, his gaze so intense it makes Taehyung’s heart skip several beats.
“Think so, pretty boy?” Jeongguk asks, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he crawls closer to Seojoon, reaching up and cupping his jaw as he pulls the man down with him until the three of them are on the wide, spacious bed, Taehyung’s throat running dry. “Then you should enjoy the show.”
He kisses Seojoon, the older man laughing against his lips before returning the kiss eagerly, Taehyung’s eyes widening as he takes in the view, the way Seojoon easily straddles Jeongguk’s thighs with so much familiarity, settling himself on his lap with ease, the two of them thoroughly enjoying the contact and making Taehyung gasp quietly at how good they look together— strong biceps, delicious abs, broad shoulders and pretty, pretty men putting on a show just for him.
Jeongguk’s hand slides down Seojoon’s body as they kiss, his touch light as he goes down the side of his torso and waist, and Taehyung has a whine trapped in the back of his throat, his body hot and begging to be touched by the two of them, especially when Jeongguk reaches behind Seojoon to grab his ass through his pants, causing him to both moan and chuckle breathlessly against his lips as they break the kiss.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, though his voice sounds strained and weak— needy. “Okay, I— fuck, please.”
He doesn’t know what he’s asking for, but Seojoon and Jeongguk seem to read him better than he does himself, the two men letting go of each other and turning to Taehyung instead, both of them making their way up the bed until they’re on either side of Taehyung, Jeongguk’s hand finding its way to his clothed thigh as Seojoon places himself behind him, gingerly kissing his shoulder as he shudders against the touch.
Slowly, the two of them start undressing Taehyung, Seojoon’s fingertips tickling his ribs as he pulls his top off and Jeongguk gently kissing around Taehyung’s soft stomach as he takes off his jeans. Before he even realizes, he’s completely naked, sandwiched between them as they admire his body with their eyes and touches, Jeongguk’s tongue making him shiver as the man licks around his navel piercing and Seojoon’s teeth pulling on his earlobe causing Taehyung’s back to arch, his exposed cock standing and leaking prettily near Jeongguk’s face.
Something about seeing Jeongguk’s tattooed knuckles against his tan, soft thigh makes him so desperately needy, the thought of those same fingers pushing inside of him enough to make his eyes roll back. Seojoon and Jeongguk both seem to like to take things slow, to play with him and tease him, make him cry and beg for them, but it’s hard— he feels like he’s gonna die if he doesn’t get one of them inside of him in the next minute or so, and he’s not above begging for it.
However, just as he’s about to open his mouth, his breathing uneven at the feeling of Seojoon’s lips against his neck and Jeongguk’s tongue on his inner thighs, he hears his phone vibrating on the bedside table, eyes scrunched shut as he curses Jimin for texting him now, but, well, what kind of best friend and soulmate would he be if he didn’t check?
“Jeongguk, wait, I gotta— ah, hyung— my phone,” he says eloquently, slowly pushing himself off the men and crawling towards the bedside table, not missing the way their eyes follow him— both, unsurprisingly enough, focused on his backside.
Upon unlocking his phone, Taehyung scrolls through the new messages and quickly reads over Jimin’s texts, his best friend letting him know he’s going home now, and alone. After texting him back a frowny face and an ‘okay!’ and placing his phone back on the bedside table, Taehyung turns back to the men with an apologetic smile, only to find himself being caged between Jeongguk’s arms, squeaking out a startled sound that, soon enough, turns into a muffled moan as the man kisses him eagerly on the lips.
“I’ll be right back,” Jeongguk tells him, smiling amusedly when Taehyung chases after his lips when he leans back. “Hyung just told me the supplies have to be bought separately through room service, so I’m gonna call the reception and get us some lube and condoms, pretty.”
“Mkay,” Taehyung nods, dazedly watching as Jeongguk fetches his own shirt and puts it back on, leaving them to go make the call near the entrance of the room, around a corner and out of sight, before turning to Seojoon, who was silently watching him with a smile. “What?” he inquires, smiling back at him and feeling his cheeks become hotter the more he’s observed by those dark eyes of his, feeling anticipation thrumming inside his belly as he waits for Jeongguk to come back with what they need.
Seojoon doesn’t reply at first, simply motioning for him to come closer, to which Taehyung obliges gladly. With the grace of a feline, he crawls up to him on his hand and knees, feeling hot as he watches Seojoon’s gaze shift all over his body. Once he’s close enough, he leans into Seojoon’s extended hand, the man’s palm warm against his cheek, lips still tingling with Jeongguk’s touch when Seojoon kisses him.
Taehyung straddles him, tip of his cock rubbing against Seojoon’s abs and making him jump upon contact, gasping into his mouth and moaning softly when the man’s hands move to his hip and thigh, feeling him up and squeezing the fat against his palm, his touch exhilarating.
As Seojoon starts kneading his ass-cheek, Taehyung can’t help but arch his back and push against the touches, legs spread on either side of him and making it easy for him to slip a finger down his crack, fingertip brushing against his fluttering, needy hole and earning a twitch in response. He doesn’t push in, not yet, and instead just feels as Taehyung clenches against him, almost as if begging for him to do it. However, Seojoon merely smiles against his lips before leaning back, a dark chuckle that leaves Taehyung shivering escaping his throat.
“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he? Jeongguk,” Seojoon asks, teasing down Taehyung’s perineum despite the odd angle, his smile widening as Taehyung shudders on top of him. “Just wait until he eats you out, doll. Doesn’t matter if you’re not usually into it, if you’re not that sensitive—,” he pauses, wanting Taehyung to feel as he drags his finger up again, once more threatening to push inside, but stopping midway. “The moment he’s got his tongue inside this pretty hole of yours, Taehyung… he’ll make you see stars.”
Taehyung exhales shakily upon hearing that, the idea of having Jeongguk’s mouth against him making him weak. But more than that, the fact that Seojoon seems to know beforehand what he’s talking about, has so much certainty in his words, makes his head spin and brain conjure endless scenarios worthy of a wet dream.
He’s terribly sensitive, his own body betraying him and reacting to their actions on its own, shudders and twitches he can’t prevent making it obvious how much he wants to be touched. Seojoon seems to understand that and to abuse the power he has over Taehyung, the smile on his lips so effortless attractive and inviting, pulling Taehyung in, making him sob against another kiss as his cock leaks pre-cum down the man’s exposed stomach, feeling himself aching to cum despite having done so not long ago.
“How good is he?” Taehyung asks, gasping when Seojoon moves his head down to nip at his jaw at the same time as his free hand comes up to pump Taehyung’s cock slowly, the touch making it leak even more pre-cum. “Tell me— hm, tell me h-how much you like it, hyung. How it feels when he— when he eats you out.”
Seojoon hums deeply, trailing kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck over the bruises left by both him and Jeongguk before. “Why should I just tell you when he can show it himself, doll?” he asks, nosing against Taehyung’s cheek, the tightness of his fist around Taehyung’s cock making his eyesight blank for a second, despite the need to whine when Seojoon’s hand on his ass moves up to his waist. “Tell me how badly you want Jeongguk’s tongue inside of you, fucking you deep and getting you ready for my cock. I want to hear you say it.”
Every word feels like a punch to Taehyung’s chest, rendering him breathless.
“Wan’ it so bad, hyung,” he says sincerely— feels the need to be touched almost desperately, tangibly, so much so that he could taste it on his tongue, between his teeth; hears Seojoon hum encouragingly, his expression, as well as his response, urging him to continue, “Wanna feel Jeongguk inside of me, want him to make me cry. Please, I want you both so fucking bad.”
Seojoon leans back then, staring down at Taehyung with a satisfied smirk, his gaze unwavering as he watches him from above, pretty little Taehyungie naked on the hotel’s king-sized bed, knees parted and ass sticking up for anyone who should come inside to see, unknowingly and unconsciously presenting himself to Jeongguk as he comes back from the door with a plastic bag in his hands, slowly inching closer to the bed before throwing the bag on the mattress and diving right in, like a starved man offered a grand meal.
Taehyung’s moans are loud and heavenly as he slumps against Seojoon’s front, feeling Jeongguk’s hands on either side of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart to give him more access. His tongue, hot and wet, circles his rim with a groan, the barely-there vibration enough to have Taehyung’s legs quivering in response. He didn’t know Jeongguk was there listening to his pleas and his shameless confession, but he would never dare to complain, not when the man’s got his face buried between Taehyung’s ass-cheeks and his tongue finally pushing inside, one of his hands sliding down the back of Taehyung’s thighs and scratching the skin softly with his nails, making him wail needily against Seojoon’s broad, hard chest.
After what seems like only a few seconds, Jeongguk pulls back, though still close enough that Taehyung can feel his breath against his skin and says, “What are you doing, hyung? He said he wants us both.”
That results in Taehyung scooting farther down the bed until he’s nosing down Seojoon’s exposed stomach, lips wrapping around the outline of Seojoon’s cock as Jeongguk fucks him thoroughly with his tongue. It’s hard for him to keep himself still, his body reacting on its own as it shivers and quivers against him, but he tries his best to focus as he pulls Seojoon’s cock out of his jeans and keeps his glossy eyes on him as he takes him back into his mouth, humming at the taste of his salty skin and bitter pre-cum, as well as the feeling of Jeongguk inside of him, sloppy and messily taking whatever he wants as he thrusts a finger inside along with his tongue.
And, truly, Seojoon wasn’t lying when hyping up Jeongguk’s rimming skills before, only it seems he forgot to mention how much Jeongguk seemed to enjoy it as well, the man’s moans almost as loud as Taehyung’s as he drags his tongue down Taehyung’s perineum, sucking his balls inside his mouth as he fucks a finger into him, spit dripping down Taehyung’s inner thighs and making his cock jump needily from where it hangs between his legs. As Jeongguk licks his way back up, Taehyung tries not to choke around Seojoon’s cock, choosing to pull off before he gags, and moans loudly when Jeongguk sucks around his rim after stretching him around his finger.
Seojoon combs through his hair as Taehyung’s head falls to his lap, fist still around his erect cock and giving it a few tugs, watching from above with a fond smile, mostly just admiring the lovely flush to Taehyung’s cheeks and the haziness in his hooded gaze, Taehyung’s pretty, swollen lips parted as he struggles to keep his breathing steady, free hand gripping at the sheets below them desperately as he tries to push back against Jeongguk’s face.
“Moan his name, doll, loud and clear for him to hear,” Seojoon tells him, fingers soft as he pushes the hair away from Taehyung’s teary eyes, smirking when Taehyung’s head rolls around to face him, eyes failing to focus on his face as he whines prettily against him, spit-slicked lips dragging against the length of his cock. “Tell him how much you’re enjoying it, baby. Aren’t you thankful?”
Taehyung hears Jeongguk’s laughter, feels the man pull away from him only to hover above his body, the man’s clothed cock pushing against Taehyung’s ass in a way that makes his head spin. Weakly, he thanks them both— tells Jeongguk how much he loves it when he touches him and eagerly accepts the wet kisses the man trails up his exposed body, from his ribs to his shoulder to his cheeks, smiling down at him like he’s never seen anything cuter.
“Our pretty boy is overwhelmed, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, hips slowly grinding against his backside, the pressure making Taehyung shudder under him. “Let’s not tease him too much before we truly get started.”
Seojoon chuckles. “We haven’t really teased him yet, have we?” he asks, the hand on Taehyung’s hair lifting to the back of Jeongguk’s head. “But we could if we wanted to… and I have just the idea for it.”
After saying so, Seojoon instructs Taehyung to lay on his back on the bed as he moves away to get rid of the rest of his clothes and Jeongguk’s. Laying there, Taehyung can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, completely naked and exposed as he waits for them, not knowing what to do with his hands or where to place them. However, the nervousness is quickly replaced by an entirely different feeling as Jeongguk’s shirt comes off yet again, Seojoon now standing naked in front of him and kneeling to pull his sweatpants and underwear down, ignoring Taehyung’s presence and instead focusing on his best friend, who sports a cheeky smirk, one that shows off his dimples in the most attractive way.
The sight makes Taehyung push his legs closer together, one of his arms stretching over his body as he grabs his cock rather urgently, wanting to ease the pressure he feels deep in his gut. Seojoon doesn’t touch Jeongguk, but the mere sight of him on his knees, both men naked and seeming to understand each other with just a look, makes him feel hot and dirty.
“See,” Seojoon prompts as he stands up again, this time turning back to Taehyung with mirth swimming in his dark eyes. “Seems like Taehyungie likes watching us, Jeongguk, just like you thought.”
Seojoon’s words make Taehyung heat up, his hand stilling around his cock and eyes widening in sweet, sweet humiliation, an apology ready on his tongue before Jeongguk hums, the sound deep and smooth, as he climbs onto the bed in his full naked glory, deliciously toned thighs flexing and making it hard for Taehyung to focus on anything else.
“We better make it worth his time, then,” Jeongguk says, eyeing Taehyung like a predator, one of his hands sliding up Taehyung’s thigh, fingertips brushing against his groin, before he’s pulling Taehyung’s hand away from his cock, allowing it to fall down against his soft stomach with a wet, smacking sound.
“We’ll give you something to watch, doll,” Seojoon adds, crawling closer to him, Taehyung’s heart racing at the sight of the men on either side of his legs, their hands touching him and teasing him, but not yet giving him enough. “So just lay back and enjoy it.”
Upon hearing that, Taehyung doesn’t know what to expect— numerous scenarios running freely in the privacy of his mind. However, he isn’t prepared for the way the two men lean down, Seojoon effortlessly taking the tip of Taehyung’s cock inside his wet mouth as Jeongguk kisses and licks down the length, the sight of them both sucking him off bringing needy tears to Taehyung’s eyes, legs instinctively trying to clamp together, only to be stopped by Jeongguk’s strong grip on either of them.
They take turns, Seojoon pulling off his cock to mouth at the junction of his upper thigh and groin as Jeongguk takes his place, expertly managing to take Taehyung’s whole cock inside his mouth despite the above-average size of it, the feeling of it – hot, sloppy, wet – causing him to wail and thrash around on the bed, his moans and pleas loud for them to hear.
It only gets better (or worse, for his sanity at least) when Seojoon and Jeongguk start kissing around his cock, their tongues sliding against Taehyung’s skin as spit dribbles down the shaft, and Taehyung feels like he might explode from the feeling of it, so incredibly overwhelming and disorienting, unlike anything he’s ever felt or seen in his life, to the point where he’s still terribly affected by their actions even as his phone vibrates thrice on the bedside table, the sound only mildly distracting, but the thought of it being Jimin needing something causing him to reach out to grab his phone, suppressing a moan as he unlocks it with shaky fingers, Seojoon’s mouth warm and wet around him, bobbing his head enthusiastically as Jeongguk slides down to lick and suck his balls inside his mouth, not even thinking of stopping despite the two of them seeing him as he takes the device in his hands.
However, as Taehyung reads through the texts, he can’t help but groan and throw his head back on the pillows, squeezing his eyes shut as his body heats up with something else other than arousal— this time, it’s anger.
Jeongguk and Seojoon both seem to pick up on the change of his demeanor, one of them gently caressing his leg as the other asks, “Hey, everything okay?”
Lifting his head to look at them, Taehyung feels stupid— here he is, in an expensive hotel room with two godlike men who are ready to worship his body and make him see stars, and yet he’s still getting pissed over his annoyingly clingy ex-boyfriend who just won’t stop spamming him with messages upon messages, always trying to crawl back into his mind and make him feel miserable— unworthy. And now, well… now he has those two men who have shown him nothing but kindness looking up at him with genuine worry in their eyes, ready to comfort a complete stranger when they should probably be more focused on getting off, as this is what they’re here for, and Taehyung is ruining everything with his emotional baggage and silly insecurities.
“It’s— it’s nothing,” Taehyung shakes his head, letting go of his phone— the device falling on the mattress with a muted thump. “My fucking ex won’t stop texting me and it’s— well, you know. Ignoring him does nothing to help with that, apparently. But, ah, forget it—”
“Begging for forgiveness?” Seojoon asks, planting a soft kiss to Taehyung’s hipbone, like a wordless assurance that it’s okay to talk about it should he want to.
However sweet the action was, his assumption makes Taehyung laugh incredulously despite himself.
“As if,” he groans, hating himself for caring; feeling humiliated and embarrassed at the fact that he’s even having this conversation right now, clearly bothering these people with his worries, with his problems, but not enough to keep them to himself, not when they’re both staring at him expectantly, like they want to hear, despite the fact that they’re all naked and, well, supposed to be turned on right now, though the text might’ve damped a bit of Taehyung’s mood. “Not that it’d change anything if he did, but— fucking asshole thinks I’ll be the one crawling back to him, that we should just get back together already. Delusional.”
“I have an idea,” Jeongguk says, a crooked smile on his lips as he stares up at Taehyung. “Send him a video of us making you feel good right now. I’ll keep my head down and you cover hyung’s face with your hand— make sure your stupid ex knows that you’ve moved on from him and, let’s be honest,” he pauses, smile widening mischievously, “if post-break-ups were a competition, I’d say you’re winning.”
It’s honestly amazing how Jeongguk can make him laugh despite everything, the giggle escaping Taehyung’s mouth before he can help it. It’s a wild idea, he will admit— but, honestly, if it makes Yoonbum understand that they’re over and that he can’t control Taehyung anymore, then so be it. Besides, Seojoon and Jeongguk both look so incredibly hot between Taehyung’s legs, sharing his cock like it’s their favorite popsicle, that it’d be a shame not to share it with someone else.
It just so happens that that someone else will be Taehyung’s toxic ex who will most definitely hate to get a visual reminder that Taehyung is not his little puppet to play with no more.
Oops?
“Okay,” Taehyung agrees with a short laugh, reaching for his phone again. “If you— if you don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” Seojoon assures him with a smirk. “It’s kinda hot if you think about it.”
Jeongguk turns to him. “Kinda?” he asks, shaking his head. “Very fucking hot, if you ask me.”
“Of course you’d say that,” Seojoon rolls his eyes, the two of them going back and forth as if they didn’t have an actual dick between them, “it was your idea.”
“Alright, boys, enough bickering,” Taehyung says, having to suppress a gleeful giggle from slipping past his lips as he smiles at them, opening the camera app and biting on his lower lip as he fits both of their faces in frame, the sight of Seojoon and Jeongguk on either side of his cock showing up on screen making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Slowly, his left and free hand moves to cover Seojoon’s eyes like Jeongguk had previously instructed, the other man lowering his head as he pushes one of Taehyung’s legs up to lick around his rim again. “I’ll— I’ll st-start recording now.”
The moment Taehyung presses on the white, round button on the bottom of his screen, it’s like Seojoon and Jeongguk try their best to get a reaction out of him. Taehyung tries to keep his right hand steady as he films them, struggling to do so and keep himself quiet when Seojoon takes his cock inside his mouth again, this time sliding further down than he previously had, nose just barely brushing against the trimmed hairs found at the base of Taehyung’s cock before pulling up and down again in a steady rhythm. Jeongguk, as well, doesn’t let up— the sounds of him tongue-fucking Taehyung loud and sloppy, his head kept lowered to preserve his identity but the noises unmistakable.
“Fuck, Jeong— sir,” Taehyung moans, cutting himself off before he accidentally reveals Jeongguk’s name, feeling the man’s smile against his skin and quivering as he bites his inner thigh in a scolding manner. “Sorry, shit— ah, hyung, it’s t-too much.”
He can feel Seojoon swallowing around his cock, his throat working to accommodate Taehyung’s length and girth, and it’s magical. Spit dribbles down to his lap, so messy and so incredibly wet, the sounds of both Seojoon and Jeongguk as they work him to madness as loud as Taehyung’s whines and wails. He doesn’t know if the camera is unfocused or if it’s just a consequence of his blurry, teary eyes, Taehyung quickly ending the video after thirty whole seconds of recording so he can ask them to pull off, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly, but wanting nothing more than to cum as he’s being fucked by one or both of them if he can help it.
Seojoon stays between Taehyung’s legs, massaging his thighs as Taehyung tries to stop them from shaking, and Jeongguk slides up the bed to lay beside him, planting soft kisses on the junction of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder as they all pause to catch their breaths, Taehyung’s fingers diligently working to forward Yoonbum the video he had just recorded and to get this over with for once and for all.
“So… sir, you said?” Jeongguk questions him, the amusement clear in his tone.
It makes Taehyung cheeks heat up in embarrassment, the blue-haired man quickly lowering his head to hide the blush under his bangs.
“Shut up,” he says, though it comes out weak— almost like a whine. Honestly, it’s hard to sound like anything else when he’s got Jeongguk’s lips against his skin and Seojoon calmly stroking his thigh. “I had to call you something.”
“Trust me, he’s not complaining,” Seojoon says, staring up at Taehyung with a crooked smile.
Seojoon’s words make heat coil low in Taehyung’s stomach, his breathing stuttering as they sink in.
“How’s it going?” Jeongguk asks, nodding to the phone in Taehyung’s hand, unaware of the thoughts running free through his mind— a vivid image of him on his hands and knees for Jeongguk, naked if not for the tie around his neck, pulled backward by Jeongguk’s hand, the man clad in a formal suit, leaning down to whisper against Taehyung’s ear, ordering him to refer to him as sir and nothing else.
God, what is happening to his imagination tonight?
“I’m done,” Taehyung announces, blinking away the explicit daydream and turning the screen for Jeongguk to read over the texts Taehyung had just typed in and sent.
Inbox (12 unread messages)
YOONBUM (DO NOT REPLY)
I get it
You want me on my knees begging for
you to come back, right?
I know you, Taehyung
I know it’s only a matter of time before
you’re crawling back to me
So let’s cut this short, yeah?
I know you miss me
TAEHYUNG
[ATTACHED – DCIM_49231.mp4]
i’m already over you
go cry about it to someone else
and enjoy the video :)
you pathetic loser
YOONBUM (DO NOT REPLY)
[THIS CONTACT HAS BEEN BLOCKED]
“Oof, harsh,” Jeongguk says as he finishes reading, turning to Taehyung with a wide smile. “Look at you. Seems like our pretty boy has quite the mouth on him, huh? So proud of you.” he teases, making Taehyung grunt embarrassedly as Seojoon laughs, the two of them cooing at his adorable response.
“Okay, can we please forget about my ex and focus on other, more pressing things now,” Taehyung says, locking his phone and placing it back on the bedside table, turning back to the two men with a suggestive smile, finding it hard to suppress a giggle as Seojoon starts crawling up his body, mirroring Jeongguk as they keep Taehyung sandwiches between their warm bodies, “like, I don’t know, getting you two to fuck me six ways to Sunday?”
He stresses his words by gently running the back of his foot up Seojoon’s calf, all the while reaching for Jeongguk’s hand to place it on his torso, inviting them to get lost in the mood once more. It works, unsurprisingly enough, and Yoonbum and his annoyingly constant texts are long forgotten as Taehyung allows himself to enjoy the feeling of Seojoon’s mouth against his, the softness of his lips accompanied by the knee-buckling dominance with which he kisses him, as Jeongguk reaches for the plastic bag he previously threw on the mattress, easily finding a box of condoms and an unopened bottle of lube inside.
As Jeongguk moves to the foot of the bed, Taehyung blinks one eye open to watch him, teasingly parting his legs for him in a way that makes him feel both vulnerable and powerful. It’s a weird mixture of feelings, being naked in the presence of not one man but two— a couple of strangers whose gentle eyes and easy personalities have him lowering all of his defenses, eager to dive into a new adventure, a new opportunity; ready to let go of the angst he’s been carrying within himself for months now to allow himself to experience double the pleasure he prepared himself for when he left his apartment earlier tonight.
“Hyung, stop,” Jeongguk says from between Taehyung’s parted legs, tattooed fingers gliding up Taehyung’s inner thigh, making it quiver under his touch. As he and Seojoon part, breaking the kiss with a breathless shudder, the man continues, “I want him to look at me while I finger him open.”
Taehyung doesn’t know these men, but it’s inevitable to pick up on some minor details about them, such as the fact that Jeongguk not only likes maintaining eye-contact for as long as humanly possible but also seems to get off on it, the man’s need to be watched easily corresponding to Taehyung’s newly uncovered desire to watch. Meanwhile, it seems that Taehyung’s want to be pampered – kissed, reassured, praised, and touched – seems to be something that both men before him would gladly feed into, Seojoon constantly vocalizing how good he’s being and readily kissing him when asked to.
Like a match made in heaven, if you were to ask him.
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of Jeongguk ripping the plastic seal around the bottle of lube, the visual and auditory reminder of what’s to happen making his body pulse pleasantly in anticipation. Taehyung watches attentively as Jeongguk pops the cap open, squeezing lubricant onto his fingers and guiding them towards his entrance, the only sound around the room being Taehyung’s heavy breathing as he keeps his eyes glued to Jeongguk’s, feeling the warmth of Seojoon’s kisses behind his ear and down his neck.
“Are you ready, pretty?” Jeongguk asks, his voice so low it makes Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter unconsciously.
“Yes,” he replies, breath hitching when Seojoon begins sucking a bruise right under his ear. “Yes.”
Jeongguk merely smirks at him, the tip of his middle finger circling Taehyung’s rim teasingly, the cold lube as well as the touch making him jump slightly under him.
“Come on, precious,” he says, smiling in a way that makes Taehyung’s body feel weightless. “You know what to call me.”
And maybe if Taehyung weren’t as impatient and needy as he currently is, maybe then he would’ve teased Jeongguk back; played the part of the brat everyone can’t help but love. However, he’s been needing this— aching for this for far too long to care about playing any games, the desired to be consumed far too strong to be postponed any further.
“Yes, sir,” he responds, swallowing around a whine at how intense Jeongguk’s gaze is, at how dark his eyes are— like two black holes he wants nothing more than to fall into. “I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” it’s Seojoon who says it, a whisper against the shell of his ear, right when Jeongguk finally pushes two fingers inside of him, his ass already wet and sloppy from all the long minutes Jeongguk spent eating him out and fingering him with only his spit to make the glide easier.
Just like indirectly ordered before, Taehyung keeps his eyes on Jeongguk’s as the man scissors both fingers inside of him, making sure to thoroughly stretch him without any rush and any sort of teasing. He is diligent and practical, and something tells Taehyung that maybe Jeongguk is also running out of patience.
Seojoon, however, seems to be fairly okay as he lays on Taehyung’s side, though one peek at the still erect cock that has fallen to rest on his lower stomach tells him that he might not be as unbothered as he appears to be. With that in mind, Taehyung reaches out then, circling his palm around the man’s cock and pumping it rhythmically, accepting the gentle kiss Seojoon delivers at the corner of his mouth like a sign of gratefulness.
Jeongguk sees it all, smiling up at Taehyung with something almost challenging flashing in his eyes, the man’s once slow rhythm becoming faster, fingers crooking inside of Taehyung as he thrusts in and out, making his hips stutter as he tries to push back, heat rising to his chest, neck, and cheeks as he bites onto his lower lip. That doesn’t seem to be all, though, not as Jeongguk uses his free hand to pull Seojoon a few inches down the bed, leaning down himself so he can take the tip of Seojoon’s cock inside his mouth, lips touching the side of one of Taehyung’s finger that is still around him, all the while maintaining straight eye-contact with him, seeing, firsthand, how much that simple action seems to rile him up and make him shudder.
Fueled by the unspoken challenge, Taehyung retrieves his hand, allowing Jeongguk to sink down around Seojoon’s cock, and instead places it on the back of his head— bleached blond hair spilling around the gaps of his fingers, almost-platinum gold contrasting beautifully against the honey-like tone of his skin.
There is something about the sight of Jeongguk taking Seojoon’s cock down his throat while keeping his eyes on him; something about the way Seojoon thrusts into Jeongguk’s mouth with familiarity, like a habit; something about the way not even having a cock in his mouth seems to be enough to slow Jeongguk down, the man now adding a third finger inside Taehyung, lube dripping down between his cheeks to pool on the mattress below them, Taehyung’s eyes threatening to roll back from how good it feels— but he can’t, god; can’t take his eyes off the way Jeongguk swallows around Seojoon, of how pretty he looks with his hair falling over his eyes, of how Seojoon himself reaches out to tuck those stray hairs behind his ear.
Prepping is rather quick— as Taehyung previously presumed, Jeongguk is just as eager to fuck him as Taehyung is to be fucked. Despite that, as he’s pulling all four of his fingers from him and lifting his head off Seojoon’s cock, pretty lips all red and lightly swollen, he tells Seojoon to get between Taehyung’s legs instead after handing him a condom.
“You did your watching,” Jeongguk says, chest heaving with each breath he takes, the man shuffling backward and sitting up on the bed, the hand still coated with lube coming to wrap around his neglected cock, making him hiss upon contact. “And now… I’ll do mine.”
“I thought you didn’t like watching,” Taehyung says, smiling at him as Seojoon gets in position, the man’s broad shoulders, broad chest, broad everything making Taehyung feel small— safe.
“Not usually,” Jeongguk replies, his free elbow supporting his upper body as he leans back, getting comfortable, eyes switching from Seojoon’s bare ass to where their bodies will soon connect before flicking up to Taehyung’s once more. “But I’d watch you all day long if I could.”
“You flatter me, sir,” Taehyung says, pretending as if the words didn’t make his heart stutter and stomach bloom with butterflies. From above him, Seojoon snorts, the sound making him turn to face him, finding the man already smiling down at him.
“You’re both incredibly endearing,” Seojoon comments, sitting up and casually folding Taehyung’s legs at the knees, adjusting them around his body so Taehyung has them locked around his waist. “So cute— my doll and my sweet little dongsaeng.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes at the term, but Taehyung can see the way the apples of his cheeks flush a pinkish color. Very endearing, indeed.
“Are you ready?” Seojoon speaks again, looking down at Taehyung with a soft smile as he takes his cock in his hand, giving it three to four pumps once Taehyung nods before lining himself with Taehyung’s stretched rim. “Let me know if you need me to slow down.”
Taehyung’s upper teeth sink into his bottom lip as he smiles. “I’ll most likely tell you to fuck me faster than ever dream of telling you to slow down, hyung.”
After one final, breathy chuckle, Seojoon finally begins pushing in, the tip of his cock rubbing against Taehyung’s slick rim before sliding right in, knocking the breath out of his lungs as his lips part and a moan escapes him, Taehyung’s fingers clenching around Seojoon’s thick bicep, feeling every inch of his cock breaching past his entrance as he bottoms out— deep and thick and warm and, god, it feels good.
He doesn’t know what to focus next— can’t really choose between concentrating on the feeling of Seojoon between his legs as he pulls out only to sink right back in or the way Jeongguk is staring at him from the corner of the bed, his eyes hungry, igniting his whole body like fire, as he teases his own cock by rubbing the underside of the glans with the pad of his thumb, tip wet with pre-cum and glistening, making Taehyung’s mouth water— making him hungry himself to be filled in both ends, impaled on Seojoon’s cock as he swallows Jeongguk’s.
Taehyung is pulled from his needy thoughts by a hard thrust, the back of his suspended thighs coming in contact with Seojoon’s torso, causing the sound of skin against skin to echo lewdly around the room, the feeling of Seojoon’s cock rubbing against his insides making him shake and whimper under him.
“Please,” he finds himself asking, turning his eyes back to the man above him, one of his hands sliding up Seojoon’s bicep to grab at his shoulder, pulling him down; closer. “More, please, hyung.”
That’s all it takes for Seojoon to start properly fucking him, making use of those damn muscles of his to lift Taehyung’s hips mid-air, Taehyung’s legs locking around his middle as he holds him by the hips and begins fucking him in a pace that makes his toes curl and his eyesight to blank, the previously slow and careful roll of his hips now replaced by a much more brutal and maddening rhythm, one that leaves Taehyung whimpering weakly against the mattress, trying – unsuccessfully – to grind against Seojoon with the same control and coordination.
“How does he feel, hyung?” Jeongguk suddenly asks, the sound of his voice causing Taehyung to look at him and, fuck, he looks like sin incarnate— right hand around his cock, the angle showing off his gorgeous knuckle tattoos, pumping it so hard it makes his balls bounce against his inner thighs and left hand on his chest, thick fingers teasing and pinching his nipples, the sight making Taehyung want nothing more than to taste him— his skin, his cum, everything. “How does our pretty boy feel around your thick cock, hm?”
“So fucking tight,” Seojoon replies, voice low and raw, almost like a grunt, making the hairs on Taehyung’s arms stand and his own cock twitch as it bounces on his stomach from the speed of every thrust. “Wet.”
Somehow, Seojoon manages to fuck him even harder then, making obvious the slick, sloppy noises every time their bodies connect, causing Taehyung to flush in embarrassment as well as arousal as they listen to the sound it, subdued under the moans and groans and whimpers, but still noticeable.
Jeongguk comes closer, kneeling near Taehyung’s face and reaching out to touch his leaking cock, making Taehyung whimper and jump from the dual stimulation, looking up at them needily, begging them for more although not knowing exactly what he’s asking for, but, as always, it seems that the two of them can read him better than he can himself, Jeongguk’s free hand guiding the tip of his cock into Taehyung’s awaiting mouth, the blue-haired man moaning around him and burning up from inside out, feeling dirty and powerful and so good for having two cocks inside of him simultaneously, unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
It’s while Taehyung is sucking Jeongguk off while concurrently being fucked by Seojoon that the two best friends choose to kiss messily, all tongue and teeth for Taehyung to watch, the sight making Taehyung’s eyes widen and his hole clench around Seojoon’s cock, moans vibrating against Jeongguk and causing the three of them to whimper and groan at the numerous different feelings.
Taehyung is about to reach for his own cock, wanting to take some of the edge off, when Seojoon breaks the kiss and announces, “Shit, I’m gonna cum,” his voice sounding absolutely wrecked and the feeling of his cock twitching while buried inside of Taehyung almost maddening.
“Hold it,” Jeongguk tells him, nosing the side of Seojoon’s jaw and nipping lightly at his lobe, making the man hiss between his teeth. “I always make you cum first when I fuck you, don’t I, hyung?” he asks, sounding so controlling and dominant Taehyung has to pull off his cock to gasp quietly. “So, you better do the same to our boy, or haven’t you learned anything?”
Despite Jeongguk’s tone, as Seojoon’s hips stop rolling for a minute and the man leans down to catch his breath, Seojoon chuckles deeply in response, an amused smile on his lips.
However, before either man can speak again, Taehyung, fueled by the immense feeling of pleasure and arousal crashing constantly through his body, says, “Actually… I don’t wanna cum before I get to feel the two of you inside me… together.”
At his admission, Seojoon lifts his head and Jeongguk sits back on his heels to look at him better, the two men sharing a look before Jeongguk says, “Are you sure, Taehyung?”
“You’re really fucking tight right now, doll,” Seojoon tells him, right hand reaching between their bodies, his thumb tracing Taehyung’s stretched rim and making him inhale sharply at the feeling. “Don’t know if you can take it, sweetheart, and I don’t mean this as a challenge. Besides, if we did it, we wouldn’t be able to wear condoms.”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk nods, shuffling on the bed until he’s laying on his stomach, elbows supporting his upper body as he gently combs Taehyung’s hair away from his sweaty forehead, pressing a soft kiss there just because. “Latex on latex isn’t exactly ideal, see. The friction would make it tear or burst, maybe even burn.”
Taehyung knows he’s being irresponsible for what he is about to say, but— he trusts them, as crazy as it may sound.
“I’m… I’m clean, so…” he says, eyes switching between the two of them, feeling embarrassed for what he’s asking. “I mean, if you are, too, then maybe just— don’t, uh, cum inside? Just in case? But only if you’re okay with it, of course! I don’t want to seem like I, um—”
Just as he starts rambling, Seojoon leans down and shushes him with a soft, short kiss, the man trying not to move too much considering he is still buried deep inside of Taehyung. Like this, however, he feels better— less like he’s making a fool of himself in front of them, their comforting touches and kind gestures making him feel validated.
“I’m down,” Jeongguk announces, nuzzling Taehyung’s hair in a way that makes Taehyung smile softly and his heart double in size. “We’re both clean, too. Hyung?”
“Yeah,” Seojoon nods, their faces still close together. “But I’m still not sure he can take it.”
“I can,” Taehyung says, though they ignore him.
“Keep fucking him,” Jeongguk tells Seojoon. “I’ll add my fingers and I guess we’ll see.”
With that settled, Seojoon and Taehyung switch positions— the older man now laying on his back with Taehyung on top, his back to Seojoon’s chest and his legs suspended over Jeongguk’s shoulders in front of him, giving him a taste of what it will look like once both of them get inside of him— if it happens.
Seojoon’s thighs strain as the man thrusts into him from below, Taehyung feeling weightless as he leans his head back over Seojoon’s shoulder, feeling the man kiss his jaw and nip at his ear as he moans and rolls his hips down to meet the man’s powerful movements. Between their spread legs, Jeongguk watches them move with hunger in his gaze, hands exploring Taehyung’s inner thighs, feeling the muscle jump and twitch upon contact.
Taehyung didn’t expect Seojoon to be able to pound into him at such a brutal pace while in this position, but the more the man pistols his hips upwards, slapping sounds of their skins coming in contact loud around the room, the more Taehyung feels himself drifting away, overcome by pleasure and, most of all, greediness. His condition only worsens when Jeongguk rubs a lubed finger around his stretched rim, slipping it inside alongside Seojoon’s cock and causing the man to slow down his thrusts so they can do this properly.
Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t take them much to get Taehyung stretched, Jeongguk managing to fuck three of his fingers inside of him after a few minutes of prodding and teasing.
Taehyung never considered himself a size-queen, never expected himself to crave to feel completely full after the years he spent dating guys whose cocks wouldn’t even be considered average. He never cared, always thought that size isn’t all, that he only needs someone with enough experience and game regardless of how big their cock is to make him cum, but this— Seojoon’s already thick cock accompanied by almost four of Jeongguk’s fingers pushing inside of him with the promise of more to come… it makes him feel like he could reach the stars, high on the pleasure and the desire.
“Are you ready?”
Jeongguk’s voice sounds like a faraway whisper. Taehyung opens his eyes and sees him with his hand around his cock, ready to start lining it up with Taehyung’s sensitive, stuffed hole, a gentle flush to his cheeks and little droplets of sweat dripping down his toned chest.
He’s at his limit, Taehyung can tell. They all are.
“Look at me while you do it,” Taehyung tells him breathlessly, Seojoon’s hand finding his as the man below him keeps him supported and still. “I want you to watch me closely while you tear me apart on both of your cocks, sir.”
He expected Jeongguk to like that, aware of Jeongguk’s kink for eye-contact, but he didn’t expect the man to literally shudder, chest heaving with a shaky breath as he mutters brokenly, “Fucking hell, Taehyung— you can’t just say that,” while Seojoon startles into a laugh from under Taehyung. “You’re a menace.”
And despite the lust-heavy atmosphere between them, Taehyung can’t help but giggle, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth as he does so, eyes almost squeezed shut and body jostling on top of Seojoon, finding it absolutely endearing as Jeongguk quite literally blushes in front of him.
“Come on, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung says after he calms down and they shuffle a bit in bed, Seojoon now sitting up with his back against the headboard, reaching out for Jeongguk’s arm and pulling him closer, the man leaning over his body and nuzzling against Taehyung’s nose with his. “Get your big cock inside of me.”
And when he does, Jeongguk slowly pushing in alongside Seojoon’s cock, eyes trained on Taehyung’s every reaction, mostly out of concern than anything else, it is beyond everything Taehyung had expected. The burn, the fullness, it all hurts so damn good it leaves his mind reeling, a sound trapped inside his throat and his fingers clenching around Seojoon’s, eyes wanting nothing more than to squeeze shut but he forces them open, keeps them focused on Jeongguk, sees the way his eyelids flutter as he bottoms out, so fucking big inside of him, making him feel complete in more ways than one.
Seojoon is panting below him, the feeling of his breathing – harsh and warm against skin – tickling Taehyung’s nape, the man’s hold on his waist almost bruising. There’s an effort there, not to thrust his hips upwards, not to chase the unbelievable tightness of Taehyung’s shared hole, the man’s thighs straining to keep himself still as Taehyung tries so, so hard not to grind down and fuck himself on both of their cocks until he’s passed out from exhaustion.
“Holy shit,” Jeongguk is the first one to speak, a gentle hand tracing Taehyung’s lower stomach, pressing against his skin and making him hiss at the discovery that— “I can feel it bulging… right here.”
Taehyung whines— not from pain but from desperation, his body shaking with the need and arousal clouding his mind, his whole soul.
As Jeongguk moves leisurely to adjust himself, his cock rubbing against Seojoon’s inside of Taehyung, it’s like explosions go off in behind Taehyung’s eyelids, synapses causing his body to jump and twitch while sandwiched between the two men, desperately clinging onto them like his life and sanity depend on it. He begs, voice weak and strained, for him to move— wanting to chase after the feeling, the sudden but strong bursts of pleasure that strike him deep within his gut.
Taehyung doesn’t realize he’s crying until Jeongguk is wiping those tears away with the pad of his thumb, Seojoon leaning forward to kiss up his neck and cheek comfortingly. It feels warm, Taehyung’s chest aching with a sense of fondness that leaves him breathless, one that seems very out of place in a situation like this, but that fits within his chest like it’s found its home.
“Hyung, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung calls them softly, his eyes dazed and his lips parted, short puffs of breath escaping through his mouth as he breathes. “Fuck me, please.”
It’s hard for Seojoon to move so Jeongguk does all the work, his hips rolling against Taehyung’s as he thrusts inside of him, slow at first but picking up the pace as Taehyung encourages him with soft whines and needy pleas. Seojoon’s head falls to Taehyung’s shoulder as he groans, the glide of their cocks together, wet and tight, making him shudder with a sense of overstimulation.
As Taehyung begs to be kissed Jeongguk is eager to oblige, their lips easily finding each other as he fucks him deep and hard, swallowing Taehyung’s loud noises and feeling spit dribble down their chins, messy and uncoordinated, but just as good. When Taehyung leans back to breathe, melting against Seojoon’s chest and far too weak to hold himself up, Jeongguk chases after Seojoon’s lips instead, grunting when his hyung bites and sucks on his lower lip greedily, their teeth accidentally clashing as Jeongguk ruts against Taehyung roughly.
They are surprised when Taehyung turns his head and attempts to fit himself in the gaps between them, the three-way kiss even messier than the ones before, the three of them mostly panting and moaning against each other’s lips than anything else.
“I’m s-so full,” Taehyung slurs, sobbing as Seojoon kisses him and Jeongguk leans down to suck on his nipples, teeth pulling at the hard nub and making Taehyung scream.
He sounds heavenly, so incredibly wrecked between them, fucked dumb by their cocks and wanting nothing more than to be their personal cock-sleeve and that realization is enough to have Jeongguk feeling lightheaded, his muscles flexing with the effort for him to hold himself back from cumming, searching between their bodies to palm Taehyung’s leaking, red cock, so stiff and so sensitive as he jerks him off hard enough to have Taehyung’s hips rolling around them.
“Feel so fucking good, doll,” Seojoon whispers, his voice laced with a dangerously low groan. “Made to be fucked like this, weren’t you? Bet our greedy boy spent his whole life just waiting for us to fill him up like he deserves, isn’t that right?”
It’s absolutely filthy— the praises, the dirty talk, the sounds of their bodies as they move against each other, so incredibly loud and wet and sloppy. Taehyung doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget this rhythm, the constant and desperate slap of Jeongguk’s hips against the back of his thighs, so hard he’s sure it’ll leave bruises, as well as the sound of Jeongguk jerking him off, the glide of his hand around Taehyung’s cock easy thanks to the great amount of pre-cum dripping down his shaft in endless spurts.
“Wish you could see yourself,” Jeongguk strains to say as he straightens his back, voice choked up and tight, his jaw clenching with the effort to keep fucking Taehyung at a steady pace. “Look so pretty between us, baby— fucking delicious.”
Seojoon snorts breathlessly from behind Taehyung as Jeongguk fucks him so good it makes his back arch prettily between them. “Feel how much he clenched when you said that?” he says, burying his chuckle against Taehyung’s sweaty, blue locks. “Doll loves being praised.”
Even more tears streak down Taehyung’s cheeks, adding to the mess that has become of him while under Seojoon and Jeongguk’s spell, their touches and their words reducing him to a mixture of moans, sobs, and needy whimpers, Taehyung not knowing what to focus on, his body overwhelmed and unable to react to all the stimulus it’s receiving, debating whether to fuck up into Jeongguk’s hand or grind down onto their cocks; unsure of whether to kiss Seojoon or reach for Jeongguk; but still desperate to be between them, where he belongs.
“I can’t hold it,” Taehyung tells them, nails digging into Jeongguk’s bicep as his thighs start shaking beyond control. “I’m gonna— gonna cum, can’t— f-fuck—!”
“Don’t hold it in,” Seojoon tells him, voice low and obviously strained as he surprises both Taehyung and Jeongguk by thrusting his hips up, making them groan and moan in response. “Come on, doll. Show us how pretty you can be while cumming on both of our cocks; how good you are for us, baby, our beautiful prince.”
It’s a low blow, even if Seojoon doesn’t know it— even if Taehyung himself did not know it.
Prince. Their prince.
The pet-name makes him shudder, almost like a trigger—
His vision blacks out, limbs shaking and back arching, teeth digging so hard into his bottom lip he’s scared it might tear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—,” he chants, like a mantra, like a plea, crying as he feels like his body might burst, toes curling and knees pulling inwards and hips jumping as he cums for the second time that night, this orgasm hitting him harder and stronger than ever before. Jeongguk and Seojoon both have to hold him through it as his body shakes, cum spilling on his stomach and staining it white.
As Taehyung pants, both men shower him with praises and soft touches, Jeongguk carefully lifting him off their cocks and gently shushing him with kisses as Taehyung hisses in oversensitivity as Seojoon massages his scalp and tells him how good he is, how proud of him they are. Then, as Taehyung is laying on the bed, he tiredly reaches for them, palms on either of their thighs as the men kneel before him, looking up through his lashes as he tells them, with an innocent little voice, that they should jerk off and cum on him to make him even prettier.
They can’t help but laugh— the bold words, especially coming after such a strong orgasm, making Jeongguk and Seojoon wonder where Taehyung was all of their lives.
Despite the surprise, they do exactly that: both men fucking their fists hard and fast, not needing much time before they’re spilling all over Taehyung’s chest and stomach, adding to the mess of cum on him and painting his pretty little navel jewel white, making Taehyung look even more debauched at such a dirty but still irresistible state.
“Kiss me,” Taehyung demands for the hundredth time that night, smiling against their lips as they take turns lazily kissing him, their tongues curling around his and their breaths mingling as they take their time, unhurriedly spoiling their baby and rewarding him for being so good for them— to them.
As sleep begins taking over Taehyung’s body, Jeongguk tries to convince him to get up, tempting him with the offer of a warm bath and a massage, but Taehyung’s body feels like jelly— his knees to weak and his body melting on the mattress. So, it only feels natural for Seojoon to carry him to the adjacent bathroom with Jeongguk going up ahead to prepare the bath, the two of them cleaning him and pampering him as Taehyung dozes off to the feeling of them touching him so softly and so full of care.
When Taehyung blinks his eyes open again, he’s already back in bed, body dry and head comfortably placed on a fluffy pillow, his leg on Jeongguk’s lap as the man rubs cream on his thighs, paying extra attention to the bruises left by the moderately rough sex they just had. The man’s thick and skillful fingers massage Taehyung’s muscles with the capacity of a professional, leaving Taehyung to hum and gasp softly as he goes in and out of sleep at the relaxing feeling, even as Seojoon comes back from draining the bathtub to help him as they apply cream to his torso and turn him around to do the same to his red ass-cheeks.
“Thank you,” Taehyung slurs, voice thick with sleep, eyes already closed and cheeks smushed against the mattress, his body fully relaxed as he lays on the bed, “love you.”
Jeongguk and Seojoon both coo at his sleepy words, sharing smiles as they both watch him slowly fall unconscious, soft breaths escaping past his parted lips, Taehyung’s gentle words hitting them both straight in the chest, the man’s vulnerability and his soft response to being pampered making them wonder why he sometimes acts like this sort of behavior is new to him. More than that, the roommates find themselves thinking, they wonder what exactly they can do to make it the standard.
It’s only after they’re done taking care of Taehyung that Seojoon and Jeongguk leave to shower, both of them going in together to save time, not a single moment of awkwardness between them despite the lack of familiarity as they scrub each other clean and even indulge in softer, more intimate touches— the events of this night making both of them realize far more than they anticipated when they decided to go out. Still, it’s not the time nor the place to talk about it, so they postpone it for another time, choosing, instead, to go back to Taehyung, who looks just as peaceful as they had left him, the man bringing automatic smiles to their lips from his cuteness alone.
They fit themselves on each side of him, Jeongguk hugging Taehyung close with the man’s head pillowed on his chest as Seojoon holds the blue-haired man from behind, the two best friends sandwiching him between them in an unconsciously protective way. Taehyung seems to stir awake when they settle, the man’s fingers weakly clawing at Jeongguk’s chest as he mutters, “Kiss.”
Jeongguk chuckles, careful not to jostle him too much, and stretches his neck to press a chaste kiss to his lips, feeling Taehyung’s satisfied exhale against him as he leans back down on the pillow.
“Hyung,” Taehyung calls for Seojoon, reaching for him blindly with his other arm, voice so low it’s barely audible, “kiss.”
He’s absolutely endearing. Easy to fall for, Seojoon and Jeongguk both find themselves thinking, as Seojoon leans over his body to kiss the corner of his mouth and whisper, “Sleep well, doll.”
It takes Taehyung seconds to doze off again, silence once again taking over the room if not for the soft sounds of Taehyung’s steady breathing. While lying there, Jeongguk can’t help but turn his head towards his hyung, only to find him already watching him over Taehyung’s messy blue hair.
Without a single word, Seojoon leans over Taehyung’s sleeping body to kiss Jeongguk, just a short peck that lasts no more than a second, the roommates sharing a secretive smile as they wish each other good night and lean back down, hugging Taehyung close and safe between their bodies, before closing their eyes to the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats.
Strangely enough, Seojoon muses to himself as he buries his nose into Taehyung’s slightly damp hair, the arm pulled over the man’s body reaching to Jeongguk’s side, he thinks he’ll never be able to sleep alone again after tonight.
IX
“Well, well, well,” Jimin greets him dramatically as Taehyung walks into their shared apartment, his best friend looking over the couch to shoot him a sleazy smile. “Come on in, you big fucking slut! Walk over to me, let me see that limp!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes as he kicks his shoes off by the entrance, though he can’t help but smile at Jimin’s obnoxious teasing, having missed it— the post-one-night-stand gossip, the occasional shame and/or pride, and the laughter and the gasps that come with hooking up with a stranger and coming back on the next day to a very curious roommate.
“Stop it, I actually need help here,” Taehyung whines at him from where he’s leaning against the closed door, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes and a guilty smile. “Bestie, I need you to be my crutches for the next month or so.”
Jimin hollers at this, kicking his feet up like an excited little Tinker Bell before springing up the couch and hurrying to Taehyung’s side, unashamedly pointing out the several hickies on Taehyung’s neck and the faded bruises on his exposed waist— Taehyung obviously wearing the same clothes as last night, having had nothing to change into after he woke up naked in bed and had to leave the hotel.
“I can’t believe it!” Jimin tells him, sounding so excited it’s like he was the one to get banged by two hot, rich men at the same time, and not Taehyung. “I thought I was drunk, really, but, fucking hell, Taehyung! You’re a legend, really. God.”
Taehyung giggles as Jimin helps him to the couch, wincing as he has to hold his lower back before sitting. “I still can’t quite believe it myself, if I’m honest.”
“Come on, what are you waiting for, tell me everything!” Jimin urges him as he takes a seat next to Taehyung, leaning over him so he can stare at him with big eyes, looking like an excited puppy.
A wide smile takes over Taehyung’s lips as he starts recalling the events of last night, just the memory of Jeongguk and Seojoon already enough to pull at his heartstrings in a pleasant way that makes him feel warm inside, the ghost of their touches and kisses still tingling against his skin.
“God, Jiminie, where can I even begin?”
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Inbox (9 unread messages)
New group-chat! – [best sex you’ve ever had]
UNKNOWN NUMBER 1 [Add Contact]
taehyung
hi
it’s jeongguk
UNKNOWN NUMBER 2 [Add Contact]
And Seojoon
UNKNOWN NUMBER 1 [Add Contact]
you forgot your cardigan in my car last night
or morning i guess
UNKNOWN NUMBER 2 [Add Contact]
I think it was already morning, kinda
Around 4 to 5 am
UNKNOWN NUMBER 1 [Add Contact]
anyway.
Upon reading those messages, Taehyung smiles, shaking his head at the absurdity of it— he can’t believe it’s only been a day and he’s already missing them, for fuck’s sake.
TAEHYUNG
hi boys
i was waiting for u to text!!!
and oh that explains it
i thought one of u had stolen it from me
like to sniff it at night when ur lonely
or something!
loving the gc name btw
i see ur egos are as big as ur dicks
(saying this doesn’t help)
(but it’s true)
JEONGGUK
hyung just read your messages and sighed
he said you’re lovely even through text
SEOJOON
You’re projecting, Jeongguk
Not that you’re not absolutely lovely, Taehyung
TAEHYUNG
aw come on don’t call me that
u too jeonggukie
i should never have told u my name
JEONGGUK
sorry pretty boy
SEOJOON
Sorry, doll
TAEHYUNG
that’s better <3
now about my cardigan
would u guys rather i came over to get it
orrrrrr
we could maybe do something else
like coffee…. dinner….. a movie…..
u see where im going w this?
SEOJOON
Yes
Whatever you want
We’re completely on board
JEONGGUK
simp
but true
TAEHYUNG
im starting to think the gc name was me @ u
and not the other way around
u guys are cute
i’ll see u on saturday then
we’re gonna eat out <3
im thinking lunch
cause then we can b tgt the whole day after hehe
JEONGGUK
ok!
we’ll keep in touch
let us know where you wanna eat
i can come get you and we all can go together
if you want of course
TAEHYUNG
absolutely
thanks baby
see you and hyung then
miss u guys already xxx
SEOJOON
I
Yes.
Us too
And, from a few miles away from Taehyung, Seojoon and Jeongguk sit on their living room couch, one of Jeongguk’s legs thrown over Seojoon’s as they sit close to each other, both with their eyes glued to their phone screens, the recently created group-chat with Taehyung open on both of their devices.
“Jeongguk,” Seojoon suddenly speaks up, regretfully ripping his eyes away from Taehyung’s cute profile picture (the blue-haired man winking towards the camera with a peace sign under his closed eyes, pretty lips stretched into a smile Seojoon wants nothing more than to kiss) to look at his roommate (whose lips that Seojoon also craves to kiss are pulled into an unconscious pout), who hums in response. “I have a meeting with a couple of investors on Saturday.”
“Cancel it,” Jeongguk replies easily, shrugging as he turns to look at him with a smirk. Then, wordlessly, Jeongguk gets off the couch, leaning down to mess with Seojoon’s hair before sliding a finger down to the man’s chin and lifting his head, gently pecking him on the lips and saying, “We got a man’s heart to win over, hyung. Who cares about business meetings?”
A couple of seconds later Jeongguk leaves, the unprompted kiss making his lips tingle and causing butterflies to come alive in his stomach, Seojoon shrugs quietly to himself, turning back to his phone with a small smile.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he mutters mostly to himself, locking his phone and getting off the couch as well, following Jeongguk into the kitchen, hugging him from behind as his roommate starts heating their late lunch. “Never thought I’d miss work to go on a date with your sorry ass, though.”
Jeongguk laughs, his right hand holding a ladle as his left one rests on top of Seojoon’s around his waist.
“It’s been a long time coming, I think,” he says, craning his head back to look at Seojoon with a smile. “But it feels right, doesn’t it? Me, you, him,” Jeongguk comments absentmindedly as he turns back to the food. “It’s not… I mean, it’s new, but—”
“I’m willing to try,” Seojoon assures him, tightening his hold around Jeongguk, hoping to comfort him with his touch as well as his words. “It’s definitely new, but as long as you’re both okay with it…”
“We should send him a picture right now,” Jeongguk suggests through a chuckle. “Show him we’re thinking about him.”
“We just texted him that,” Seojoon points out. However, despite his words, he’s already pulling his phone up and opening the camera app, extending his arm in front of them and burying his nose into Jeongguk’s neck, feeling the faded heat of the stove below his hand. “Come on, smile.”
Jeongguk does, the photo coming out quite cute— Seojoon standing behind him, one arm around his waist, accentuating how small and easy to hold onto it is, their faces close to each other and eyes expressing the contentment they feel deep into their hearts. Ever since their night with Taehyung, they haven’t truly talked about what it meant for them or put any labels on the shift in their relationship, such as the fact that there’s no reason why a kiss should lead into sex or the lack of overthinking about simple touches and something as trivial as cuddling as they sit or stand next to each other. Yes, it has only been a day, but the change was noticeable for them, and, even then, it remained unspoken, but not for a bad reason— it’s like they were waiting for this to happen, so they welcomed it with open arms.
SEOJOON
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Jeongguk wanted me to send you this
TAEHYUNG
cuties :(((
u guys look adorable
v cuddly
SEOJOON
You know…
There’s always room for one more
TAEHYUNG
aw now ur just tempting me
stop :(((
ur making me miss u even more
SEOJOON
Well…
The door is open
TAEHYUNG
ok u know what fuck it
send me ur address
but no sexy times today pls?
like i legit cant walk properly lol
but also,,, i mean
i just wanna hold u guys
and hang out and stuff
but like innocently
bc i wanna get to know u
and stuff
is that ok?
if thats uncomfy its ok
SEOJOON
Come over
We’ll watch a movie
Jeongguk is cooking right now
It’s not uncomfy doll, it’s perfectly okay
Just come, we miss you
And we wanna get to know you, too
TAEHYUNG
u cant see it but im smiling v hard
thank you im :((((
ok ok!!! i’ll get ready rn
kiss jeonggukies cheeks until i arrive
and tell him to kiss urs as well
and we better not watch a scary movie
like im not gonna cuddle u like that cute trope
im legit gonna scream and flail around
ok im gonna stop texting
but yeah
see u soon!!!!
this is ok right?
like im not rushing things?
SEOJOON
Who cares if we’re rushing things?
We want you here and that’s what matters
(Jeongguk told me to type that)
(But I agree)
(Just come)
(Let’s rush things together)
TAEHYUNG
fuck ur right
ok
just give me 20 mins
this is crazy lol
but a good crazy
im glad i met you guys
i really am
but lets save this talk for when i get there lol
SEE U SOON <3333
“I think it’ll be alright,” Seojoon tells Jeongguk, having stepped away from him to text Taehyung and now leaning against the kitchen counter. When Jeongguk hums questioningly, he adds, “Me, you, him. I think… like you said, it feels right. I think he feels it, too.”
And when Taehyung arrives, a nervous smile on his lips, the same lips Seojoon and Jeongguk made sure to worship a day ago, they know it’s true. In every laughter, every gaze, every reddish tint to the apples of his cheeks, the shy glances and soft voices as they ask each other questions and truly get to know each other on an emotional level, the three of them opening up to someone who means more to them than a simple stranger, they all know it’ll be okay.
After all, Taehyung, Jeongguk, and Seojoon…
It just feels right, doesn’t it?