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Jeongguk knew Taehyung and him were bound to do something reckless the moment they took that stupid picture with The Chainsmokers.
Being in a relationship with your bandmate wasn’t an easy thing to hide at all. Most of the time, Jeongguk would feel the instinct to press close against Taehyung or to reach out to hold his hands whenever they were close. He was able to hold back almost every time because there was a lot on the line—not just for them, but for everyone else in BTS and even Big Hit. But, sometimes, it was just unavoidable. At the end of the day, they were just two young boys in love, right? As professional as they were, there are moments when they allow themselves to be a little self-indulgent.
When Jeongguk pressed his chest firmly against Taehyung’s back, he never expected Taehyung to lean back into it. It wasn’t Taehyung full on resting against him, but it was definitely something that crossed the platonic line. Jeongguk and Taehyung always had problems with the concept of personal space; something that, for them, didn’t seem to exist.
It usually wasn’t the both of them being as self-indulgent. When Taehyung was, Jeongguk always tried his best to resist in order to avoid any unnecessary and unwanted attention. And the same applied when Jeongguk decided to overstep the boundaries put in place. So really, having Taehyung lean back against his body was unexpected, but Jeongguk can’t deny it made him feel warm all over. That’s the effect Taehyung had on him.
After the pictures were taken, Taehyung gave him a look; a little smile that only Jeongguk caught and that alone made his heart flutter in his chest. He smiled back, biting down on his lower lip, but that was it; the BBMAs were that night, so they had a lot of things to do. He gave Taehyung’s elbow a light squeeze as he walked past him, and then focused on what he was supposed to be doing for the rest of the day.
It wasn’t until later, when they’re already on the magenta carpet, that Jeongguk and Taehyung let themselves get a little lost in the dream that attending the BBMAs—and attending together—is.
Jeongguk’s just standing there, hands in his pockets, when suddenly someone grabs his elbow softly. He turns around, only to be greeted by the sight of an all too familiar head of darkened honeyed hair and a wide, boxy smile.
“Come here,” Taehyung says in that deep, smooth voice of his, and how could Jeongguk ever deny him of anything? There’s no way, not when Taehyung speaks like that and gives Jeongguk a only he can decipher.
Jeongguk doesn’t quite catch what Taehyung means by come here, but he doesn’t need to. He lets Taehyung take care of it, and suddenly Taehyung’s front is against his back, his forehead resting on Taehyung’s nape.
They’re not hugging—Taehyung’s hands awkwardly falling to his sides—but Jeongguk just knows he’s itching to reach forward and wrap his arms around his middle. But this is already too much for a public event, isn’t it? Skinship is nothing weird between the members, all of them being touchy with each other after so many years together. But it’s always different with Taehyung, because they way he feels about Taehyung is very different from the way he feels about his other hyungs. So whenever Taehyung and he have a moment in public it always seems significant, and he’s always afraid that people will catch on to it and the way he feels for Taehyung—he knows plenty of fans have already, but he’s more scared about the media.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you,” Taehyung whispers then, only loud enough for him to hear. His lips brush softly against Jeongguk’s nape, sending a shiver down his spine. God, how he wishes he could just spin around, get Taehyung in his arms and kiss him dizzy.
And well, because they’re Jeongguk and Taehyung, Jeongguk has no problem figuring out you is not you as in the rest of BTS. You is Jeongguk, his lover. It’s always about the two of them, isn’t it?
“Hyung,” Jeongguk says, and maybe it sounds a little like a protest. Because Jeongguk gets exactly what Taehyung means. Being here, today, is extraordinary on its own; being there with Taehyung, his best friend that steadily became much more than that is more than Jeongguk could have ever asked for. He just wishes that he could tell everyone who made that possible—their fans, because where would they be without them?—about that.
Taehyung laughs, and just like that he’s gone. It’s insanely hot in Las Vegas that day, but suddenly Jeongguk feels cold once Taehyung is not pressed up against him.
Jeongguk tries not to sulk too much.
The rest of the night feels much like a dream. They get to see the artists they’ve been admiring for their whole lives right before their very own eyes; they get to talk to celebrities that everyone knows even back at home. Everyone is talking about them, and even if Jeongguk figured it would be a little uncomfortable, especially because of the language barrier, he feels welcome.
When the presenters for the Top Social Artist award announce their name, he can’t help but feel lightheaded. The only reason he doesn’t start crying when they get to the stage to pick up their award is because he still doesn’t quite believe it. None of them do, not until a little after when they’re already off stage and the realization that they achieved that starts to sink in.
It’s at their own little after party when things start going wrong. They came back to the hotel, figuring a party where they—except for Namjoon—can’t talk to anyone wouldn’t be the most rewarding or interesting way to celebrate. But they still get together in one or their hotel rooms, just the seven of them, because as much as they love their staff, this is something just for them, at least for today.
There’s alcohol, even if Jeongguk technically can’t drink in here. They’re still in their suits but jackets and blazers have been discarded and they all have a couple of buttons of their shirts undone. They drink, they laugh, they celebrate: this is their night, and nobody is going to take that away from them.
Both Jeongguk and Taehyung are lightweights, and that’s something all of the hyungs know. Nobody is surprised or fazed by the proximity of the two, or by the way Taehyung’s body is sprawled on top of Jeongguk’s, who slips his hand under Taehyung’s shirt to soothe circles on the skin over his hipbone.
But then Taehyung tilts his head to look at Jeongguk, their faces so close Jeongguk can feel on his skin every breath Taehyung takes. “What?” he asks, not even trying to stop his eyes from wandering down to Taehyung’s full, parted lips.
Maybe it’s just Jeongguk’s imagination, maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, but he swears Taehyung looks a lot like he wants to be kissed right now.
“Nothing,” Taehyung replies, the curves of his mouth lifting up to complete a little smile. “You just look really hot tonight. Have I ever told you I love your hair like this?”
He has indeed. Taehyung tells him every time he wears his hair like this, because he has never been the type to bite his tongue when a thought crosses his mind. It’s something Jeongguk loves about him, though; no matter how many times Taehyung tells him the things he loves about him, they never fail to make Jeongguk’s heart beat a little faster.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself,” he replies, giving Taehyung a playful smile. “I heard Vogue thinks you’re the best dressed. How does it feel, babe?”
Taehyung laughs, and it’s bubbly and happy in the way Jeongguk likes the most. “Feels good, feels good,” is Taehyung’s response, his hand giving Jeongguk’s thigh a squeeze. “But not even half as good as it feels to be here with you, you know?”
“Smooth,” Jeongguk replies, laughing, and only then does he finally lean forward to press his lips against Taehyung’s for a lazy kiss. Taehyung kisses back, but he’s giggling so it’s kind of clumsy. Their noses bump together because no matter how much they kiss and how much they try, that’s still something they have yet to avoid.
Taehyung pulls away and rests his forehead against Jeongguk’s, closing his eyes. His kisses taste like alcohol, that taste too inherently Taehyung, lost in favor of whatever drink their hyungs bought earlier, but they’re still Jeongguk’s favorite thing in the world. Taehyung smiles, open his eyes, looks at Jeongguk with fondness written all over his face. Then he kisses Jeongguk again.
And they’re drunk, to put it bluntly. They’re wasted. So what intended to be an innocent kiss shared between the two of them turns into a little more when Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip and slips his tongue inside Jeongguk’s mouth. Suddenly, he’s turning around fully so he can have him at better angle, shamelessly sitting down in Jeongguk’s lap even if they’re still with the rest of their bandmates.. Jeongguk curls one of his arms around Taehyung waist, bring him closer as his other hand cups Taehyung’s jaw.
The chaste, innocent kiss turns into making out quickly. Taehyung kisses him deep and wetly, his tongue curling around Jeongguk’s and licking at the roof of his mouth. They’re so stuck in their own little world that they don’t notice the cheers and wolf whistles until Seokjin nudges Jeongguk, making him pull away and interrupt the kiss.
“Go to your fucking room, you two!” says Hoseok, his cheeks bright red as he claps on his thighs. Hoseok’s alcohol tolerance is shit, even worse than Jeongguk’s himself, so he always gets a little too excited when there’s alcohol involved. “Seriously, this is close to turning into exhibitionism.”
Taehyung laughs, looking away from Hoseok just to look down at Jeongguk again, this time pressing a too-long peck against his lips. Someone behind them—Yoongi, Jeongguk thinks—coos, and Taehyung’s fingertips make the skin on Jeongguk’s neck tickle.
“Maybe we should,” he mutters, nuzzling his nose against Jeongguk’s as he pinches his sides softly. “There are a few more ways we could celebrate, you know.”
Jimin groans, saying, “You’re the fucking worst, I swear to God.”
They’re not fazed by it. Jeongguk agrees that there are, indeed, other ways to celebrate, but they require a little more privacy. So they stand up, say their goodnights to the rest and leave for their room, hand in hand as they walk down the hotel corridor.
Jeongguk is a little, well—excited for what’s to come. Let’s say, making out like that with Taehyung when he is literally grinding in his lap is not something Jeongguk is immune to. So yeah, he’s half-hard in his slacks now, and he can’t wait to have Taehyung all to himself, to undress him slowly and cover all that sun-kissed skin of his with his mouth. He knows the feeling is mutual by the way Taehyung’s fingers curl tightly against his and his steps are close to skips.
They’re finally in their hotel room, alone, and Taehyung is tugging at Jeongguk’s already loose tie as he kisses him fiercely, walking backwards in the direction of the two individual beds they pushed together the previous night. When the back of Taehyung’s knees hit the edge of the mattress he falls back on the bed, pulling Jeongguk down with him, who supports his weight on his elbows at each side of Taehyung’s head.
Taehyung’s kisses are turning a little needy, his hands wandering down Jeongguk’s body and touching everywhere. That’s why it’s a little bit of a surprise when Taehyung pulls back, saying, “Wait, wait a minute. I got an idea.”
And that’s when things get out of hand.
“What idea?” Jeongguk asks, frowning down at Taehyung. He’s drunk and horny, which is an awful combination, if you ask him. He really, really needs to get off, so he hopes Taehyung’s idea has something to do with sex—last time Taehyung said something like this, Jeongguk ended up handcuffed to the bed while Taehyung rode him, so this might actually get interesting.
“We’re in Las Vegas,” Taehyung says, looking at Jeongguk like he’s missing a very obvious point. “Las Vegas, Jeongguk.”
“I don’t get it,” Jeongguk says. Does Taehyung want to go to a fucking casino now or something?
Taehyung sighs, a fond look on his face. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
“With my life,” Jeongguk replies, not missing a beat because he doesn’t really need to think the through the answer to that question.
“Then let’s go.”
❣
Jeongguk feels a little disoriented when he wakes up. It takes him a few seconds to process they’re—because Taehyung is sleeping peacefully by his side— in the hotel room in Las Vegas, but no one can blame him: the room is kind of dark since the curtains are drawn shut, and he still feels a little groggy because of how much they had to drink last night. Luckily for him, he always forces himself to drink a lot of water before going to sleep whenever he drinks—and forces those around him too, because he’s a caring dongsaeng—so he doesn’t have a headache or nausea.
He turns around, watching Taehyung stirr in his sleep as he slowly starts to wake up. Taehyung is beautiful all the time, but there’s something about watching him wake up that makes Jeongguk’s chest feel a little too tight. Perhaps it’s because this is his most vulnerable state, when he’s still drowsy with sleep and his mind still isn’t too clear. Taehyung eventually blinks his eyes open, looking around himself before finally fixing his eyes on Jeongguk and smiling at him, softly.
“Morning,” he greets, voice raspy. He stretches his arms, reaching to scratch that spot behind Jeongguk’s ear that they both know makes him melt.
“Good morning,” says Jeongguk, grinning back. “How’s my favorite Billboard award winning artist today?”
Taehyung hums, seemingly thinking about it before he replies. “I’m sort of thirsty.”
That makes sense, Jeongguk reasons. They drank a lot last night, and even if he doesn’t remember much after Taehyung and he left the hotel again—just getting into a taxi and Taehyung whispering something to the driver—he figures that they drank even more, wherever they went to. “Thirsty?” he asks, ready to go get some water for Taehyung, but then Taehyung grabs his wrist with slender fingers.
“Not literally,” Taehyung says as he guides his hand down towards the lower half of his body, and oh. “You know, the other thirsty.”
“You could have just said you’re horny,” Jeongguk says, palming Taehyung through the sheets. Taehyung, apparently, is completely naked, and only then does Jeongguk notice his own naked body, too.
“Not my fault you’re not up to date with slang,” Taehyung says, a little gasp leaving his mouth as Jeongguk adds slight pressure around the tip of his cock. “So, are you up for some morning sex?”
Jeongguk hums, kissing the juncture of Taehyung’s neck and jaw before he replies. “I’m always up for morning sex, you know that.”
Taehyung giggles as Jeongguk pulls the covers down, now fisting Taehyung’s already hard cock without anything in the middle. As inconvenient as morning wood is most of the time, it comes in handy sometimes—sometimes, as in the rare occasion when they don’t have a schedule or practice to attend and they can have some time for themselves.
Jeongguk presses open-mouthed kisses on the column of Taehyung’s throat, careful to not leave any marks as he jerks him off at a slow pace. They prefer to take it slow whenever they’re able to; besides, he loves the way Taehyung is squirming around him because he wants more.
“Jeongguk,” he cries out, complaining. “I’m so hard, please.”
“Please, what?” Jeongguk asks, digging his thumb in the slit of Taehyung’s cock and smearing the pre-come that leaks from it all over the head. “What do you want?”
“I want your dick up my ass,” Taehyung replies, bluntly. He spreads his legs, inviting Jeongguk to slide between his thighs and do just that.. “Come on, don’t be mean.”
Jeongguk snickers. “I’m not mean,” he says, and then he surges forward to kiss Taehyung. He loves how Taehyung responds immediately, his arm curling around Jeongguk’s shoulder and pulling him closer as he kisses back needily. “Don’t you want to make it last?”
Taehyung pouts, apparently torn between getting his much wanted release and having long, slow sex. Jeongguk smiles, saying thought so before he dives down in between Taehyung’s thighs, kissing them.
It’s almost crazy how sensitive Taehyung’s thighs are, and Jeongguk has to hold them open with his hands to prevent from Taehyung clamping them around his head. Soon enough, he’s moaning and whimpering as Jeongguk sucks bruises into them; it is, after all, the only place where they can safely mark each other. On their thighs, where they know no one else will see.
He slowly makes his way to Taehyung’s dick, licking a broad stripe from the base of it to the the tip on the underside. Taehyung arches off the bed, a soft cry of Gukkie as Jeongguk swirls his tongue around the tip while lazily stroking Taehyung with his hand. He tastes the pre-come leaking from it, getting only the head of Taehyung’s cock in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
“Come on,” Taehyung pleads, sounding way too wrecked for how little they’ve done. Maybe it’s one of Jeongguk’s favorite parts about sex with Taehyung—how responsive he always is, how easy it is to work him up and get him to beg. “Be nice.”
Jeongguk doesn’t even bother to fight with him, and instead obliges and takes as much as he can into his mouth. Taehyung is long, so he wraps his fingers over what he can’t get inside—yet—before he starts bobbing his head.
With how deliciously deep Taehyung’s voice is, his moans are literally like music to Jeongguk’s ears. He never thought he could be so enamoured by the noises someone makes during sex, but then again, he’s a little enamoured by everything about Taehyung.
It’s not long after that he’s able to fit Taehyung’s whole dick in his mouth, now using his hands to fondle his balls as Taehyung languidly thrusts up in his mouth. It makes Jeongguk’s eyes teary, the way Taehyung’s cock hits the back of his throat, but also unbelievably horny. The only reason why he’s not reaching down to touch himself is because he’s so damn focused on giving Taehyung as much pleasure as possible.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Taehyung says, his hand fisting Jeongguk’s hair and tugging lightly at the strands. “Feels so good, baby. You suck my dick so fucking well, God.”
The praise makes Jeongguk feels hot, and he moans around Taehyung, which has the elder letting out a loud cry in pleasure. Jeongguk can’t bother to keep it low now, so he goes even lower and swallows around Taehyung’s cock, this time holding Taehyung’s hips down so he can’t thrust up and make him gag.
“Stop, stop, I’m gonna—oh, fuck,” Taehyung starts, his thighs trembling under Jeongguk’s steady hands. “Fuck, wait, I want to come with you inside me.”
Jeongguk groans, Taehyung’s words alone enough to make him pull away, eager to be inside of Taehyung. As much as he loves to suck Taehyung off, there’s nothing that comes close to the feeling of fucking into him—always so warm, so tight for him.
Still, because he’s a gentleman, he asks, “You sure you don’t want me to bottom?”
“Please, I know what I want now,” Taehyung replies, rolling his eyes. “Besides, I’m quite sure I had your dick up my ass last night, too, so we’ll save time with the whole stretching me open deal, and that’s right what I need.”
Jeongguk hums, reaching forward to get the bottle of lube they left on the bedside table last night. “I’m still going to finger you, though,” he says, drizzling some of the slick substance on his fingers and covering them in it. “Don’t want to hurt you, you know.”
Taehyung laughs, spreading his legs to give Jeongguk better access. “Chivalry isn’t dead after all, huh?” he has the audacity to ask as Jeongguk circles a finger around his rim, teasing. “Ah, fuck.”
Taehyung was right—he is already stretched open, making it easy for Jeongguk to slide three of his fingers inside of him soon enough. He knows Taehyung is more than ready for his dick now, but there’s something incredibly pleasing about the way Taehyung squirms just from his finger alone as Jeongguk thrusts them inside of him, purposefully hitting his prostate. He loves to watch Taehyung come undone for him, he must admit.
“N-now,” Taehyung urges, clenching around Jeongguk’s fingers. He can only anticipate how those walls will feel squeezed tight around his cock, that is now painfully hard. “Come on, fuck me now, Guk-ah.”
And Jeongguk can only oblige, because Taehyung’s wish is his command. He lubes himself up, one hand on Taehyung’s hips as the other guides his cock to his boyfriend’s hole. He presses against it, teasingly, but immediately slides in when he hears Taehyung gasp.
No matter how many times they do this, the feeling of Taehyung around him is not one Jeongguk can get used to. It’s so overwhelmingly tight, so perfect—Jeongguk thinks he could just come from having Taehyung around him, which, let’s face it, would be embarrassing as hell.
Taehyung pants under him, and now that they’re nose to nose Jeongguk takes advantage of their position and kisses Taehyung, deep and wet. Taehyung kisses back eagerly, mouth opening almost obscenely to let Jeongguk’s tongue slide in. He starts moaning when Jeongguk gives the first, tentative thrust of his hips, testing the waters.
Soon enough, they pick up a pace and Taehyung squeezes Jeongguk’s waist between his thighs, crossing his ankles right over his ass and trying to push him deeper inside of him. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and Jeongguk lavishes his collarbone with open-mouthed, wet kisses.
“So good, baby,” he praises, the words muffled against the skin of Taehyung’s neck. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. Always so good for me.”
Taehyung moans, cupping the back of Jeongguk’s head with one of his hands and pulling him down for kiss. “Fuck me,” he says when they eventually run out of breath. “Holy shit, Jeongguk, fuck me.”
Jeongguk grunts, the desperation in Taehyung’s voice doing things to him. See, Jeongguk has always been generous in bed, so his partner’s pleasure is a priority of his during sex. And now, Taehyung is begging him to give it to him—and that’s exactly what Jeongguk is going to do.
He speeds up his thrusts, ramming mercilessly into Taehyung. It’s right then that he apparently finds his prostate, making Taehyung moan loudly as he clenches around Jeongguk, sending his head spinning.
“Right there, Guk,” he says, arching off the bed as his nails dig on the back of Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Right fucking there, don’t you dare stop. God, please, please.”
It’s not long before it turns sloppy, Jeongguk erratically fucking into Taehyung without a pace to follow anymore. It doesn’t help that Taehyung himself is now moving his hips to meet Jeongguk’s thrusts, chasing that feeling of pleasure every time Jeongguk’s dick hits his sweet spot.
Jeongguk indulges in Taehyung’s needy moans, the constant cries of his name as he feels both of them getting closer and closer to orgasm. Taehyung’s forehead is sweaty now, and he looks up at Taehyung with wide eyes and parted lips.
“You look so wrecked, fuck,” Jeongguk says, Taehyung just whining in response. “You love my dick that much, baby?” Taehyung nods. “Come on, tell me how much you love it.”
“S-so fucking much, Gukkie,” Taehyung says, stumbling upon his words like Jeongguk knows he does when he’s close. “Love it so much when you fuck me so this. You’re so fucking big, always make me feel—ngh, God—so full.”
Jeongguk’s hips falter, Taehyung’s words making him lightheaded. He’s about to reach down and curl his fingers around Taehyung’s dick, but then a thought crosses his mind.
“Do you think you can come like this, Tae?” he asks. “Just from me fucking you, without touching yourself?”
Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, as if he’s thinking about it for a fraction of a second, but then he’s nodding vigorously. “Fuck, yes, anything for you,” he says, his response making Jeongguk groan. “I’m so close already, just—just keep fucking me like this, I’m going to fucking come.”
Taehyung looks so fucked out it’s almost lewd. Right now, he looks like the pure picture of sex and lust, and that only makes Jeongguk thrust into him more enthusiastically. He himself is so, so close now, but he doesn’t want to come until Taehyung does first.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes out, watching as Taehyung writhes under him. Then, just because it’s true and he can, he adds, “And all mine.”
“All yours,” Taehyung repeats between pants, clenching around Jeongguk. “Just yours, Jeongguk.”
When Taehyung comes, he does so with Jeongguk’s name on his lips as he paints both their chests white. He moans at the oversensitivity when Jeongguk keeps fucking into him, chasing his own release. He spills inside of Taehyung, who squeezes his thighs around Jeongguk’s waist at the feeling of being filled. Jeongguk, spent, flops down over Taehyung’s body with a sigh, Taehyung laughing a little breathlessly before pressing a butterfly kiss on his eyebrow.
They’re in silence for a few minutes, catching their breath and just enjoying the proximity and the intimacy of that moment. Jeongguk pulls out, but only to roll on his side and trace Taehyung’s cheekbone with his fingertips, lightly.
Taehyung closes his eyes, leaning into the gentle touch with a hum. He has always had a thing for being pampered after sex, although that was to be expected—Taehyung always likes to be pampered, cuddled and taken care of; this wouldn’t, obviously, be an exception.
Wordlessly, Jeongguk reaches down and takes Taehyung’s hands in his, their fingers intertwining together with such ease one would swear they have been doing this their whole lives. Taehyung rubs his thumb over the back of Jeongguk’s hand, and the younger takes them to his mouth so he can kiss Taehyung’s knuckles.
It’s right then that he notices a white gold band around Taehyung’s ring finger, plain yet still beautiful. “Is this new?” he asks, curious since he’s never seen Taehyung wear it before.
“Hm, what?” Taehyung asks, opening his eyes and withdrawing his hand so he can see what Jeongguk means. His eyes widen for a moment before his face pales, and Jeongguk is about to ask what’s wrong when Taehyung speaks.
“Do you—do you remember where we went last night after leaving the hotel?”
Jeongguk shakes his head, frowning at Taehyung. “I don’t, no. You said you had an idea and then dragged me into a taxi, but that’s all I can remember. Why, though?”
Taehyung makes a choked sound, grabbing Jeongguk’s hand in his. Only then does Jeongguk notice that there, around his own ring finger, is a band exactly identical to Taehyung’s.
“Fuck, I think—did we—”
We’re in Las Vegas, Taehyung had said. Las Vegas, Jeongguk.
They both look at each other, realization finally hitting them.
“We…” starts Taehyung, taking a look at Jeongguk’s hand, now trembling between his own. “We got married, Jeongguk.”
❣
Usually, when Jeongguk behaves like an idiot there is always someone to stop him. If it’s not Taehyung, then it’s Namjoon, Yoongi, or any other of his hyungs—except for Seokjin, who is likely to join. The same can be said about Taehyung, since one of the things that makes BTS’ bond so strong is that they’re always there to take care of each other.
The problem comes when Taehyung and Jeongguk are left alone, since when they’re together they have a tendency to act like idiots. And that idiocy, of course, gets worse when there’s alcohol involved.
Jeongguk went to Las Vegas with the determination to have a good time and the hope to win a BBMA. Not only did he get those things, but he also got a husband.
And now, he’s freaking the fuck out.
“How did you not even realize?” Taehyung hisses, pulling at his own hair. “You had your fingers up my ass, how could you miss the ring?”
He sounds mad, but Jeongguk knows he’s not. They’re both terribly frustrated, and they have every reason to be—for goodness’ sake, they fucking got married.
“I would expect you to know I’m right handed, so I don’t tend to finger you with my left hand,” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. They have to look a little stupid now, arguing naked and with dried come all over their chest and stomach. Fuck, there is no way anyone could ever take this seriously. “Besides, I’m so used to wearing rings I probably didn’t notice until I saw yours. They kind of look like the pair of couple rings we got last year, the ones—”
Taehyung interrupts, saying, “I know which ones you mean, Guk, I chose them.” They stay in silence for a tense moment, and then Taehyung says, “Fuck, I’m being too rude, but—what are we going to do, Jeongguk? We fucked up real bad.”
Jeongguk knows. Even if the marriage has absolutely no value in their country, they’re still married in the States. Why those wedding chapel marriages have any legal validity, is beyond Jeongguk—nobody in their right mind would surely get married for real in one of those, Christ.
“We need to tell someone,” Jeongguk says, wording the thoughts that Taehyung didn’t dare to voice. “We need to tell the hyungs, we need to tell Bang PD—”
“One step at a time,” Taehyung cuts in. “I’ll text the hyungs now—I’m sure there’s something we can do without telling Bang PD about it. He’ll chop our balls off if he finds out.”
Jeongguk sighs but nods. While Taehyung gets his phone to text the rest of the members, Jeongguk gets the picture the chapel where they got married took of them. The worst part is that they look so happy it makes Jeongguk’s chest hurt: he’s wearing a tiara, for some reason, and his cheeks are red as he carries Taehyung bridal style. Taehyung, on his side, has a bouquet of—fake—flowers in his hand and an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulder, one of his legs comically stretched. They’re both smiling so wide, eyes glistening with sheer happiness, and Jeongguk is starting to question if something that at the moment made them so happy is really a mistake. How could it possibly be wrong if it made Taehyung smile like that?
Taehyung appears behind him, hooking his chin over Jeongguk’s shoulder and looking down at the picture as well. He seems to have the same thoughts as Jeongguk because he asks, “It’s a good picture, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is,” agrees Jeongguk quietly. “Do you think the day of our real wedding you’re gonna look that happy?”
“Only if you wear a tiara like that one,” replies Taehyung, and Jeongguk sees him smile playfully from the corner of his eyes. He presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek and then says, “We should clean up and get presentable before the rest wake up and see the text. I have a feeling this is the kind of thing they’ll want to discuss in person, and the less we make them wait, the better.”
Their text is still unanswered when they step out of the shower and finish dressing themselves, so they decide to venture into their camera rolls and take a look at the hundreds of selcas and videos they took. They’re watching one where Taehyung throws his bouquet to a crowd of equally drunk people, all of them fighting to see who will be the one to catch it and get hitched next. It’s a miracle nobody recognized them last night, wandering around Las Vegas like that, but after the fuss they caused at the BBMAs, if they were recognized, the story would be all over the internet already.
The video was recorded on Jeongguk’s phone, and Taehyung blows a kiss and smiles at him before throwing the bouquet. After that, Taehyung laughs watching the crowd behind him, but instantly turns to Jeongguk and gets closer, giving him a kiss—whether it was to his cheek or his mouth, he doesn’t remember.
“This is so ridiculous,” Jeongguk had laughed, watching the people fight over the bouquet.
“I know, I know,” agreed Taehyung. After a moment of silence he spoke again, saying, “I love you, Guk.”
Taehyung coos looking down at Jeongguk’s phone, pinching his thigh.
“And I love you too, my husband,” he said, the video showing Taehyung smile widely. “So much.”
That’s where it ends, and fortuitously enough, it’s right then when both their phones ping with a notification from the group chat.
Jeongguk sighs, getting himself ready for what’s about to come. Their hyungs have always been supportive and understanding of them, but that’s because Taehyung and Jeongguk never did anything that could risk what the seven of them have worked so hard for. And this, well—this was reckless of them, so Jeongguk would understand if they were mad at them.
jinnie hyung
everyone, my bedroom in 10 mins
and i mean
e v e r y o n e
Taehyung and Jeongguk share a look, and Taehyung offers him his hand—the one with the ring, Jeongguk observes—that Jeongguk takes gladly.
“Ready?” he asks looking at Taehyung, who nods.
“Ready.”
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“You’re such a pair of fucking idiots,” Jimin says as he looks down at the wedding picture, laughing. Hoseok looks over his shoulder, a smile on his face, too.
“You look so good with that tiara, Jeonggukie,” Hoseok point out. “Did you keep it?”
“It’s back in our—” Taehyung starts, but Jeongguk interrupts him.
“Hyung.”
“I’m glad to see some of us find this funny,” interjects Seokjin, crossing his arms over his chest. In moments like these Jeongguk is reminded that he is the oldest of them—even if most of the time he bickers around like Jeongguk and acts like another maknae, he’s still their eldest hyung.
Taehyung clicks his tongue and Jeongguk looks down, none of them knowing what to say.
“Are you sure you got married? Maybe you just got a picture taken for the sake of it, you know?”
Both Taehyung and Jeongguk lift their hand at the same time, showing the rings. Namjoon bites down on the insides of his cheeks, clueless as to what to do. It’s not like they have the time to ask for an annulation—they need to be in Sydney soon, for fuck’s sake.
“We even got pictures with the Elvis impersonator,” Taehyung says. The selcas come to Jeongguk’s mind—they’re with the guy dressed as Elvis. “Hell, there’s even a video of us getting married, oh my God.”
Hoseok screeches, demanding to see it, and it’s not until the video is over that anyone dares to speak again.
“Well, as long as the public doesn’t find out and the marriage has no validity in South Korea, there won’t be much of a problem, right? You can ask for the annulment or get divorced later,” Jimin suggests, doubtfully. It’s not an ideal arrangement, but it’s the best they’ve got so far.
Yoongi shrugs then, asking, “Do you have your marriage certificate with you, anyway?”
Jeongguk and Taehyung look at each other, sharing a look of confusion. “T-the certificate?”
“Oh my God, you fucking—” Yoongi starts as Hoseok bursts into laughter.
“You need a marriage certificate that you then take to the registry. And I’m pretty sure they perform those ceremonies for fun, too, so if you don’t have a certificate it’s very likely that you had one of those,” he says, Yoongi nodding alone.
“So we’re not married?” Taehyung asks.
“You might not be married, or you might have lost the certificate, which is something you two would do,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes. He still seems a little worried, but now he’s clearly more relaxed. “Right now, you two are going to the chapel with Namjoon to find out.”
“But I’m still hungover,” Namjoon protests.
“You’re the only one who is fluent in English,” Hoseok points out. “It’s a mystery how those two managed to communicate in English on their own while being drunk, what the fuck.”
Jeongguk snorts, and Taehyung elbows him before saying, “I’ll let you know my Jeonggukie here is making great improvements with his English.”
“I still think it’d be better if Namjoon went with you,” comments Yoongi. “And God, don’t let anyone see the three of you go in there.”
❣
It’s not long after the three of them are going to the chapel, their drivers giving them a weirded out look when they park the car and see the chapel. Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn, and only after making sure they weren’t followed by anyone do they get out of the car.
Luckily enough, there aren’t many people around here, much less at this hour of the day. The three of them go into the chapel, and the woman behind reception looks at them with a glisten of recognition in her eyes. Neither Jeongguk nor Taehyung understand what they’re saying, except for a few random words, but Namjoon looks relieved. Then, the woman is taking out a—rather cheesily decorated—book, and Namjoon rips a page where Jeongguk recognizes both his name and Taehyung’s romanized.
Before they get out of the chapel, Namjoon explains, “You didn’t technically get married because Jeongguk was too shitfaced to sign the certificate.”
Jeongguk blushes, embarrassed. He doesn’t know what’s worse: him trying to get married while wasted, or the fact that he failed at it because he was far too drunk.
Taehyung gasps, offended, and says, “I can’t believe you were too drunk to carry on with our marriage.”
“You should be grateful,” Namjoon says, running a hand through his hair. “Thankfully, the woman doesn’t have a clue about who we are, and we’re taking all evidence with us in case she finds out and decides to tell anyone,” he adds, waving the piece of paper in his hand.
“Well, thank fuck,” Taehyung says, although he doesn’t sound too convinced. “Let’s go back to the hotel. This has been too much and it’s only ten in the morning.”
Everyone is relieved to hear the news that they aren’t actually married, but Jeongguk doesn’t know how to feel about it. They’re still too young and this is not something that he would have done had he been sober, but he’s still somehow sad. The selcas, the videos—he remember how he got to call Taehyung his husband, remembers the smile on Taehyung’s face when he did so, and maybe it wasn’t that big of a mistake.
He feels guilty about it, especially since Taehyung wasn’t in his right mind either. But as soon as they get inside their room, when it’s just the two of them, he can’t keep it to himself anymore. He needs to know if it’s just him feeling like this.
“Taehyung,” he calls, Taehyung turning to look at him with inquiring eyes. “Do you—if we had gotten married for real, would you have regretted it?”
Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, looking down at the floor. It makes Jeongguk apprehensive, because in his mind, it automatically translate to Taehyung saying that yes, he does regret it. But then, Taehyung replies, “How selfish of me would it be to say no?” Jeongguk looks up at him, surprised, and Taehyung rushes to explain. “I mean—I know we weren’t in the condition to make that sort of decision, but for a while I believed you really were my husband. And it felt really good, you know? I know marriage means shit, but…”
“I feel the same way,” Jeongguk confesses in a low voice, watching the corners of Taehyung’s mouth curl up in a small smile. Maybe they’re still too young to understand everything a marriage entails, and maybe they would have regretted it at some point later in their lives. But as of now—as of now, it felt okay.
“At least we got married,” Taehyung says, tone cheerful, but Jeongguk still can see a little bit of sadness behind his words. “It might not have been legal, but to me, it was very much real. I don’t care whether the law acknowledges it or not, but I’m happy we did it.”
Jeongguk smiles, taking Taehyung’s left hand in his own as they sit across from each other on the bed. They intertwine their fingers, and Jeongguk can’t help but wonder at how right their hands look like that, rings adorning their fingers. He knows they can’t wear them out in public, but as of now he’s keeping his on.
“We’ll do it again,” he assures, watching Taehyung look at him with wide, happy eyes. “Someday, when things aren’t as complicated. Someday, I’m going to make you my husband, Kim Taehyung. And no stupid certificate will stop me from doing so.”
Taehyung smiles, giving Jeongguk the softest of looks.
“Someday,” he repeats. “Someday.”
