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Tae has been acting weird.
Well.
Weirder than his normal weird.
For the last six months the elder has been glued to Jungkook's hip but suddenly he’s nowhere to be found. Jungkook huffs as he walks (read: storms) through campus, tugging his hood over his head to avoid the light drizzle.
The March weather is dismal, but rain means flowers so Jungkook can’t be too mad. He's on a mission. He’s going to “catch Taehyung outside” — his friend Jimin’s words when he told him about it — which just means he's going to loiter creepily outside of Taehyung’s last class until he spots him.
He hasn’t seen the senior in almost a week! Okay that's not true. He sees him everyday at soccer practice, which is actually how they became so close to begin with. Jungkook received an athletic scholarship to Bangtan University this year as the number one ranked incoming freshman in his class — not to brag or anything.
When they began team workouts in September to prepare for the spring season, Taehyung took him under his wing. Sort of. Most of the time, Jungkook feels like he’s the hyung taking care of his crazy dongsaeng. Still, Taehyung has been his best friend and his rock since he arrived on campus last semester, and he’s never met another person like him in his life.
Taehyung has been ignoring him though, and Jungkook doesn't know why but he’s had enough. Time’s up.
They were just fine a week ago. Taehyung spent the night over, and they stayed up for hours playing overwatch and pigging out until they passed out. A ghost of a smile forms on Jungkook’s lips at the memory.
He recognizes the huge, historic brick building in front of him as the Creative Arts building. This is where Tae has many of his classes. He should be getting out of his sculpting class soon if Jungkook remembers correctly. He had just moved to the side of the building to stand under the cement awning and wait when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
He turns around to see Minho and Jaebum leaning against the back of a bench a few feet from him, smoking cigarettes and passing a redbull between themselves. A side door of the brick building is propped open with a box. With his hood up, they probably assume Jungkook is a stranger.
If they are already out of class, where is Taehyung?
He stops paying attention to the two seniors, lazily watching the light rain come down. That is, until he overhears Jaebum say, “His ass is sculpted to perfection I swear. He should be our in class model. And his lips…”
“They are so much better than they look.” Minho starts. “Tae looked perfect wrapped around my dick and you won't believe me but he’s got this crazy ass—”
“Who the fuck are you talking about?” Jungkook interrupts, taking silent steps towards them.
“Fuck, you scared m— Jungkook! What’s up bro?! You wanna ride with me and Jaebum to practice tomorrow?” Minho asks excitedly. At the mention of his name Jaebum shoots Jeongguk a nod to which he doesn’t return.
Instead he asks again, “Are you talking about Kim Taehyung?” Minho shoots a quick side eye glance to Jaebum, who is suddenly extremely interested in the layering of the brick wall.
Minho draws his shoulders back and steps forward, cocky grin in place. “I was. Listen, he’s your friend so you have to know about his…” He trails off and cups his junk lewdly.
It sets Jungkook off immediately, who lunges at Minho, only to be stopped by Jaebum. They hear a shriek, and then Tae is running through the open side door. He looks at Jungkook in concern before he runs to Minho.
“Are you okay?” He asks the senior who’s grinning cockily at Jungkook. He then turns to Jungkook. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” he asks, tone panicked.
Jungkook laughs sardonically. “What the fuck? Are you really taking his side right now?”
The look on his face is breaking Taehyung’s heart.
“I'm not taking sides, I don't even know what happened!”
“Yeah, but I'm your best friend. I'm crazy for expecting you to trust me over him?”
“Of course I trust you! That’s not— Look let’s j-just go.” Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s arm intending to pull him away but Minho stops them.
“Where ya going Tae? You don't want seconds?”, he sneers salaciously. Jungkook is only getting more pissed off, and Tae has to push all of his nails into Jungkook’s forearm to get him to move.
It's still drizzling on them as they walk the opposite direction back through campus. Tae looks like he’s wavering between keeping up the wall he’s spent the week building and worrying over Jungkook, sweet Jungkook who has never ever been in a fight.
Jungkook grabs Tae’s hand and leads the way towards his apartment. He’s clearly upset, he refuses to even look at Taehyung the entire walk. Although he doesn't let go of Taehyung’s hand at any point.
Tae doesn't want to go, he just wants to go home but honestly, he knew this was coming. There was no way he could ice Jungkook for too long.
Jungkook pulls them into his apartment, pulling out Tae’s TaTa slippers from their place on the rack. He slides his own on, and flips on the lights. Hearing a meow, Taehyung looks up to see Jungkook petting his fluffy orange cat Tony (no breed just orange cat).
When Tony spots Tae he meanders over, ready for his ritual head scratches and coos. Which, of course, he receives. “He missed you.” Jungkook notes, tone belying his sadness before he steps into the single bedroom. Tae sighs and follows him.
Jungkook digs through his dresser drawers and pulls out a couple sweatshirts and shorts, handing a set to a still slightly damp Taehyung. “Change out of those wet clothes. You’re staying here tonight.”
Taehyung accepts them gratefully, but can’t help to protest, “I—,” but Jeongguk just raises an eyebrow, and Tae’s declination stops before it starts. “I’ll go change in the bathroom.'' he says, turning to walk out of the bedroom.
Jungkook chuckles. “Why do you always do that? You do it in the locker room too. Just change in here silly, we’re too close for shyness at this point.” Jungkook starts stripping, uncaring of Taehyung’s eyes on him. He reaches behind himself to pull his t-shirt over head.
“I um— you shouldn’t… see me that way?” Taehyung responds, but it sounds like a question.
“I shouldn’t? You let Minho.” Jungkook mutters.
“What?”
“Aish nothing, just go change.”
Tae looks defiant right now. Jungkook knows the senior loves a good challenge, wants someone to try and put him in his place.
Jungkook is always the right one for the job. They hold eye contact. 3…2…1… there it is.
Tae accepts the bait, spinning around and aggressively changing his clothes, movements uncoordinated and hasty. He’s practically a blur of limbs, but Jungkook can still see him. Can still see the delicate lines of his back, his strong tanned thighs, his perky backside. And…
Panties. Oh my god. Taehyung is wearing panties.
That must be why he doesn’t like to change in front of anyone, Jungkook figures. Taehyung must think that the team would make fun of him. Honestly, they might. Some of them are assholes - especially Minho and the idiots he calls friends.
Jungkook would never, though. He doesn’t know why, but he’s loving them. One, because he’d never make his hyung feel bad. Two… he cocks his head and smiles behind Taehyung’s wiggling form. Yeah, two is because he doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on in his life.
He's rock hard from nothing but the sight of Taehyung in pretty pink and red heart panties. What. The. Fuck.
Jungkook thinks he’s straight. Like, he knows it’s all a spectrum but he’s always figured he leans towards the het side (sorry).
Now? His meter is completely blown. He’s always recognized his hyung’s handsomeness, his athleticism, his charm. And he’s swooned a couple times he won’t lie, but he always chalked it up to deep admiration for the blue haired man who burrowed his way into his life. This… this is something else, though.
He wants to devour his hyung. Did Minho see this side of Taehyung? I will kill him with my bare hands and feed him to Tony.
When Tae finishes changing, he spins back around quickly to see Jungkook with a vaguely constipated look on his face. He suddenly feels self conscious, tugging on his clothes shyly, eyes fixed on Jungkook’s forehead instead of those doe eyes. He thinks he wouldn’t survive if Jungkook made fun of him right now.
“Bun?” He finally gathers the courage to meet the younger’s eyes. Jungkook’s strange expression transforms into a warm smile, and just like that his baby bunny was back. The way this kid can switch back and forth is crazy.
“Hyung, that was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” Tae’s smile brightens the entire room, cheeks red from the praise.
“Yup. Should I buy some too? We could match but I don’t think I’d look as good.” Jungkook sighs wistfully.
“Bunnn stop making me feel embarrassed!” But he was giggling and throwing fake punches at Jungkook who was walking backwards, pretending to be hurt by Taehyung’s blows. He falls on to the bed, taking Taehyung down with him.
They roll over onto their sides, facing each other. “Why were you so nervous about that? You know I’d never judge you.”
Taehyung knows that logically, Jungkook has never treated him poorly. He just can’t help but to be afraid. He actually cares about what Jungkook thinks of him.
“I know that Kookie.” He sighs. “It’s only seven pm. What should we do?” He hurriedly changes the subject. That’s enough of that for the day.
“Well, rule number one is you are not allowed to leave this bed. I’ve been missing you like crazy hyung.” Jungkook pouts.
“Awe bunny I missed you too.” Tae snuggles deeper into him.
“Why did you ditch me last week? Don’t do that again, just talk to me about it next time.” He commands. He doesn’t mean to be bossy, but how can he take care of his hyung if said hyung is constantly keeping secrets?
Tae nods. “Yes, hyung.” He answers dutifully, evading Jungkook’s first question.
“Don’t call me that, I like it too much.” he teases back. “But seriously Tae did…,” he bites his lip, sounding hesitant. “Did Minho have something to do with it?”
Taehyung stiffens. “It’s nothing bad! Minho and I are co captains and happen to be in the same program. We’re just forced to spend a lot of time together so he thinks we’re closer than we actually are. But…”
“What?”
“He is your captain, so you have to show him respect but… don’t listen to everything he says. He’s great at soccer but not so much at being kind. Just be aware.”
“I feel like I should be saying that to you, hyung.”
“Yeah yeah, just listen to what I said dummy.” Tae says, rolling his eyes dramatically.
Jungkook sighs, but grins in good humor. “Attack on Titan?”
“Did you watch without me?”
He gasps, “Never!”
“Then of course.” Tae pulls his phone out excitedly. “Thai?”
“Mhm. Shrimp pad thai extra spicy, no peanuts.” Jungkook recites, rolling over to find the TV’s remote.
Tae side eyes him behind his back judgmentally, but phones both of their orders in.
This is them. Snuggling, eating noodles, watching shows. It feels like this is always how they were supposed to be.
∞༺♥༻✧
“Oh fuck Kookie!”
Tae was sweating all over, his body writhing into Jungkook’s bed sheets as the younger sucks on his pussy. Taehyung clamped his legs together, tugging at Jungkook’s hair for him to let up.
Oh, right. Taehyung has a vagina. It’s a well kept secret, as only his parents and his older brother Jin know. He himself is not ashamed of it, but he knows the idea can make people uncomfortable, so he chooses to hide it. Why make life more complicated, you know?
Sometimes it’s a struggle, especially right now because his sensitivity is working against him. “Hurts — Kookie it hurts gonna come.” Tae whimpers, his breath lodging in his throat.
“Do it baby, come for me.” Jungkook rasps. Tae exhales harshly, his eyes popping open to reveal complete darkness. He takes a second to adjust and scan the room in the pale moonlight. He quickly realizes several issues.
One, Jungkook has him completely locked in his arms. They are chest to chest with Taehyung half on top of him, legs tangled together. Two, at some point he kicked his frickin shorts off so he’s left in his panties. The third issue is that Tae can still feel his hoo hah smarting like he was actually about to come, which means he was definitely just grinding against Jungkook’s leg.
Jungkook would go nuts if he knew I had a pussy and I was trying to get off on him. He’d think I was some type of perv!
Tae can’t freak out about it for too long because Jungkook’s sudden movements are catching his attention. Taehyung figures he must be reacting to what Taehyung started, because Jungkook is grinding his growing dick onto Taehyung’s panty covered crotch, eyes still closed.
His grunts grow louder with every subconscious thrust. Fuck. I did this to him. Should I wake him up? Would it be too bad if I just…
Taehyung slowly spreads his legs, sliding over his body and making room for Jungkook who’s thrusting more purposefully now. He lets Jungkook use him as he pumps between Tae’s legs, unknowingly stimulating his clit.
Tae bites his lip. He doesn’t want to make any noises and burst the bubble, but it’s hard when it feels this good. It feels like everything he’s ever wanted. Jungkook’s so fucking big, so hard, he’s in heaven.
No one's ever touched him this way. Even if he's not aware of it, Taehyung is still glad it's Jungkook. He trusts him, even in his sleep.
Tae can feel Jungkook through his thin boxers, his standard bedtime uniform consisting of only these - no shirt. His length pulses between his thighs, and he can hear the tiny groans Jungkook’s emitting. He wonders what Jungkook is dreaming of.
Or who. The thought of Jungkook dreaming of some other person makes Taehyung irate. Screw that, he’s the one Jungkook’s holding, the one Jungkook’s practically fucking up into right now, so he lets himself enjoy it. He pants against Jungkook’s neck quietly, mouth grazing the salty skin back and forth, following Jungkook’s rhythm.
He resists the urge to bite the skin, instead settling for a few tiny licks. Taehyung knew Jungkook would be delicious, but he can't let himself have any more.
Plus, he reasoned with himself, he's being helpful! He's simply being a good hyung, taking care of his bun’s… needs. A sexy silent benefactor, if you will.
Taehyung can feel Jungkook leaking through his boxers, can feel the wetness every time the thick head of his cock presses against him. Jungkook's hips are moving sensually, rocking Taehyung up and down. The grunts and groans of satisfaction are reason enough for Taehyung to justify his actions.
Jungkook's hands hold Tae in place firmly, so he couldn't really get off even if he wanted to - which he doesn't. The thin boxers barely conceal the monster between Jungkook's legs, and as he moves his cock begins to peak out from the flap in his underwear. Taehyung mewls quietly. Jungkook's bare skin is so warm, so good.
After a blissful few minutes Jungkook speeds up, arms tightening around Taehyung while he uses his body like a doll. Taehyung gasps, his left hand tightening in the bed sheet to the side of him, right hand latched onto Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook's bare chest is so warm, so inviting for Taehyung to touch, but he tries to hold himself back as much as he can.
A few more grunts, and Tae can tell Jungkook is getting frustrated. He needs something else, something more. Taehyung fears the disruption will wake Jungkook - he needs to make him come and quickly so they can both go back to sleep - there's no other reason. Taehyung reaches down and slides his panties to the side, giving Jungkook's cock direct access. Jungkook moans deeply, length sliding through Tae's wetness.
Jungkook begins sleepily thrusting without pause, and Taehyung can tell he's going to orgasm soon. What the elder doesn't expect for Jungkook to do is angle his hips downward, the head of his cock catching on Tae's entrance. Taehyung freezes, unsure what to do. Should he wake the younger up?
No. He'd get too upset. Jungkook pushes the tip in and Taehyung finally lets out an ahhh that he fears may be loud enough to wake the boy beneath him.
Thankfully it's not. Instead, Jungkook begins fucking him with the tip of his cock, not taking it any deeper. The popping sound they are making should be illegal. After a few moments, Taehyung feels Jungkook shudder violently underneath him, and then Jungkook stills. He comes inside of Taehyung with a sinful moan, and Taehyung shivers at the feeling of being filled. Jungkook's body finally goes lax again, though his arms never let go of Taehyung.
The older smiles dopily and slides his panties back into place, knowing Jungkook's come is going to leak out anyways. He didn’t get off but he feels like that would’ve been going too far anyways. He knows he just did something bad, but it seems to have helped Jungkookie, and he’d do anything for him, so he can't really bring himself to feel too guilty about it. Only a little guilty.
“Good night, bun.” He kisses his forehead and then falls back into a dreamless sleep.
∞༺♥༻✧
The next morning Jungkook wakes to an empty bed. For some reason it annoys him greatly. On the bright side, the senior has probably decided to stop ignoring him, because there's a muffin and some orange juice waiting for him on the bedside table.
Jungkook had the best sleep of his life last night. He feels crazy relaxed. It must be because he slept next to his favorite person. He thinks about last night, about the cuddling, about the panties. How the hell is he going to function regularly knowing what Taehyung keeps under those baggy, paint splattered clothes?
Practice from now on is going to be a struggle. Jungkook groans and flops onto his pillow face first. Smells like Taehyung. I gotta get out of here or my dick might fall off.
Jungkook glides his way through his classes that day, still high off of Taehyung’s affections. However as practice draws nearer, Jungkook recalls more and more of his unpleasant run-in with Minho yesterday.
His hackles start to rise again. Hearing Minho and Jaebum, his supposedly respectable hyungs, say that awful shit about his Taehyungie pissed him off beyond belief.
Jungkook prides himself on being a good friend, good teammate, good student, and an adorable bunny (though that’s just reserved for one person). He’s never been an aggressor. Still, hearing Minho brag about Tae in that way made him sick, angry, and jealous.
He nears the locker rooms — his plan for the day is to simply ignore Taehyung’s co captain, lest he literally go to jail for murder.
Unfortunately, he’s not that lucky.
After he finishes changing into his practice wear, he kneels down and begins lacing up Taehyung’s shoes. In exchange, the blue haired boy neatly puts Jungkook’s hair up in a ponytail, exposing his undercut.
Jungkook is just finishing the laces when he feels a shadow looming over him. “Hmm. This is a cute scene, but it’s backwards, no? It’s usually Tae on his knees.” Minho cracks. Jaebum laughs next to him like it wasn’t the lamest joke ever.
Jungkook scowls at the two idiots, and grips Taehyung’s hand. He pulls them both up and turns to face Minho, intending to bulldoze past him. He stops when he hears a whispered, “Stop lying.” from Taehyung.
“Huh? What’d you say baby?” Minho mocks.
Jungkook doesn’t know how someone four years older than him can be so immature and inhuman. All he knows is that he’s heard enough.
“Will you shut the fuck up for once in your miserable life? Get out on the field where you’re supposed to be captain, before I really turn this into an issue you fuckin’ weirdo.” Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s shirt and begins pulling him towards the door and out of the stuffy locker rooms. “Let’s go Taehyungie.”
“Awee Taehyungie, that's so cute… and childish,” Minho continues, following them out of the locker rooms. “Taehyungie needs a real man to take care of that pussy he's hiding away. He doesn’t share with kids, that’s why JK here is so mad.” Minho laughs loudly again, and of course Jaebum joins in, ever the lackey.
Taehyung lets out a screechy, “Minho!”, at the same time as Jungkook growls, “What?!”
Jungkook isn’t a kid. He’s four years younger, yes, but he wasn’t the number one ranked college freshman in Korea for nothing. Jungkook is tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms to match. He’s chiseled and his face is drool worthy too. Only an idiot (like Minho) would challenge Jungkook — in anything.
Jungkook was just about to raise hell when Hoseok jogs up to them, clearly frantic. “Why are y’all just standing here, get your asses on the field! Coach is going to make us run ten extra lapsss!” He whines, pointing childishly at their coach who is glaring at them from a distance over the fence.
They have no choice but to disperse, hustling out onto the field for practice, but Taehyung refuses to look at Jungkook and Jungkook is just plain confused.
He hates Minho, the scum doesn’t even know Hoseok just saved his life. But beyond that, was there any truth to what he said? Does Taehyung have a pussy and does Minho have access to it?
And why is that thought more maddening than anything else?
Taehyung never denied it either. If someone accused Jungkook of not having a dick he’d deny it until he was blue in the face. If someone said he slept with Minho he’d buy a bullhorn to tell everyone the truth. Why wasn't Taehyung doing so? Nothing was making sense.
∞༺♥༻✧
Practice, as expected, was rough going. Everyone was more tired than usual due to the extra laps, and the beaming sun wasn’t doing them any favors.
It wouldn’t be that bad, they’ve honestly been through worse, but Jungkook and Minho’s animosity is transferring on to the pitch. Jungkook was refusing to listen to the captain’s orders, instead only looking to Taehyung for direction. Taehyung, in turn, was actively pretending that Jungkook was fucking invisible.
Not to mention the creepy stares Minho keeps shooting at Tae. Jungkook was in hell.
As the end of practice approaches, Coach Kim decides to split them up into two teams and have them scrimmage for the remainder of the time. Unfortunately for Jungkook, he ends up on Minho’s team rather than Tae’s. He’s been trying to at least catch the elder’s eye all practice with no luck.
Now they're not even on the same team, and there’s no way for Jungkook to get close enough. This scaredy cat hyung is gonna be the death of me. Always making me chase him.
Jungkook focuses back in on practice, watching as Hobi moves the ball up the field to where Taehyung is waiting on the wings ready to make a play. He anticipates the pass and immediately begins moving forward to defend, when Minho beats him to it.
The senior is keeping pace with a quick Taehyung who is now powering forward, doing his best to out-maneuver all of Minho’s attempts to steal. Something about Minho’s aggression doesn't sit right with Jungkook. It looks out of place in the middle of the soccer field, no one but Minho having the energy for it.
Jungkook starts forward again, about to round on the pair when Minho shoots his cleat out, catching Taehyung in his leg and pushing downward, making the blue-haired boy howl in pain. Minho steals the ball and continues playing, not noticing — or not caring — that Taehyung was genuinely hurt. Taehyung falls to the ground awkwardly, scraping his thighs on the turf.
“Hyung!” Jungkook shouts worriedly. Namjoon, who is closest to Tae, kneels down to sit Taehyung up, being careful of his legs. Seeing his best friend hurt makes Jungkook feel feral. He spins around, murderous eyes locked on the culprit. Jungkook charges at him, tackling him on the ground and pinning him down.
Minho isn't a small man, but he’s no match for the freshman’s unrestrained rage. He punches Minho once, twice, and a sickeningly sweet cracking sound lets him know he just broke Minho’s ugly nose. He’s about to make it a permanent problem but then he’s being yanked backwards by at least 5 pairs of hands.
Jungkook stands up quickly and shakes them off, now ignoring Minho all together. He moves towards Tae, who’s being guarded by a pensive Namjoon.
“I'm taking him to the nurse,” is all Jungkook says. Joon still looks hesitant, but he moves aside enough for Jungkook to grab Taehyung’s hand and stand him up. Taehyung’s legs are scratched and bloody, staining his white socks red.
Jungkook walks him off the field, looping his arm around Tae’s small waist for support when he notices the boy limping a bit. This feels like deja vu, because once again Jungkook is mad and refusing to speak while dragging Taehyung somewhere. Taehyung hopes this doesn't turn into their thing.
They enter the Student Health Services building and Jungkook begins wandering down different halls searching for an empty room to put Tae in. “Koo— Jungkook, we have to get a nurse we can't just go in—”, he’s interrupted by the younger shushing him, finally finding an unlocked door. He flicks on the lights and kicks the door shut behind him before carefully depositing a nervous looking Taehyung on the bed.
Jungkook begins opening cabinets and drawers, looking for something to use to clean and bandage Taehyung’s legs. He’s grumbling to himself, frown fixed on his face as he completely ignores Taehyung.
Taehyung gets it. He keeps running hot and cold with the younger but he can’t help it. If Jungkook knew the truth…
Taehyung subconsciously presses his thighs together. What would Jungkook think of him? This is his best friend, knew he would be ever since he saw the cute buff bunny shooting nervous glances at him while their Coach did introductions. He likes to think he’s been a good hyung this past half a year, and he doesn't want anything to mess up the connection they've established, regardless of the lingering not-very-appropriate feelings Tae holds for his dongsaeng.
Conceal don’t feel, don't let him know — that bitch Elsa was right.
He hates lying to Jungkook and avoiding him though. He wants to tell him about Minho, about everything. He doesn’t want Jungkook to think he’d choose Minho over him because he never would. But how can he tell the truth without telling all of it?
So now he probably seems very flaky and rude, which he hates. He sighs, feeling himself give in. “Bunny, are you mad at me?” It's a low move, he knows it, just like he knows Jungkook melted a bit at the nickname.
“Generally? Yes.” Jungkook spins around, antiseptic and bandages in hand, and crosses the room to stand beside Taehyung’s legs. “Right now? No, because you’re hurt.”
Jungkook lifts Taehyung’s right leg and sits down, putting the leg back over lap so he’s locked between the older’s legs sideways. He uses a cotton swab to spread the solution over the scratches on Tae’s legs, being mindful of how painful it probably is.
“About what he said outside the locker rooms…” Tae starts.
“Is it true?” Jungkook interrupts, pausing while opening the bandaid to finally look at Taehyung, eyes imploring. “I mean he said you had… and I don't care if you do or don’t! I just — I mean he’s so mean and you took his side and—”
“Jungkook.” He finally stops rambling when Taehyung snaps him out of it.
“Sorry. Can you just… tell me what’s wrong? For real this time, no ‘it’s nothing bad’ bullshit. It’s me, hyung, it’s Bun, we’ve never done secrets.” Jungkook says, voice deep and encapsulating in the quiet room.
Taehyung says nothing for a long minute, biting his lip. Jungkook is right. He trusts him implicitly in everything else. Why shouldn’t he trust him with this secret? He wouldn’t make fun of him, no way.
But would he like it? He feels the urge to rub his legs together again but quickly shoos the thought out of his head — too horny. He shouldn’t care about the younger’s opinion, only whether or not he’ll keep his secret.
Feeling a tiny bit more confident now, he meets Jungkook’s large eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Minho was right. I have a,” he starts his face blooming into a deep red blush. “A vagina. I don’t have a penis.”
Jungkook feels like his world just tilted on its axis. Or maybe it just righted itself. Taehyung wears panties and Taehyung has a vagina. Holy shit.
Jungkook doesn’t even know where to start. “How—”
“I was born like this—”
“No, how did I not know?”
“I didn’t want you to know.” Taehyung says simply.
Jungkook sits up fully, twisting his body to face Taehyung. He places a hand on the outside of Taehyung’s bare thigh, squeezing a bit in question. “Why don’t you trust me? I get why you wouldn’t want to share such a big secret, because some people can be very evil. But from now on don’t ever think that about me. If it’s between us it stays between us. Until I die, hyung.”
“I know! I shouldn't have ghosted you. I’m sorry, hyung is so sorry Jungkookie,” Taehyung says emotionally, voice choked. “I was scared you'd think I'm weird and never want to…” he trails off, embarrassed.
Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe the few stray tears that escaped and free Tae’s bottom lip from his destructive teeth. “Hyung, the last thing I'm thinking right now is that you’re weird. All I can think about is that this is so perfectly you, just like your cute ass panties. It makes total sense.” he says coyly, and Taehyung can’t hide the way satisfaction curls through his body. He practically glows.
“Serious?”
“Dead serious. How can I convince you?” He asks and then pauses, eyes lazily trailing down Taehyung’s body to his spread legs. “How about you show me?”
“What?” Tae whispers, not sure if Jungkook is asking what he thinks he’s asking.
“Show me. Let me see your pussy hyung.”
“Kookie.” Taehyung whines in a mixture of embarrassment and lust.
Jungkook pulls his legs up and kneels between Taehyung’s own legs on the bed. He starts dragging his hand up Tae’s leg, gripping the back of it and pushing it up, separating his hyung’s thighs bit by bit. His left hand continues gripping a thigh, keeping him spread, while the other comes to rest lightly on the boy's mound. Jungkook’s thumb swipes downward, stroking over Taehyung’s covered sex softly.
A shiver racks Taehyung’s body. “Please let me see your pussy hyungie.” Jungkook murmurs, his voice silky and coaxing. Taehyung barely has any ground left to stand on, can’t remember why he should be saying no.
“I need to show you how serious I am. Let me baby.”
Tae doesn't know why Jungkook would want to see. Out of curiosity? Science? He's not sure, but he does trust the younger boy. So, like those were the magic words Tae lifts his hips for Jungkook who gets the message and tugs his athletic shorts off. Jungkook is entranced by what’s laid before him: Taehyung in the cutest little yellow lace panties. There’s a real chance he’s dead in heaven right now.
Tae tries to close his legs at Jungkook’s heated gaze. He covers his warm face with his hands. “Kookie please…” Honestly, Tae doesn’t know what he’s begging for. To stop or to keep going?
“Awe hyungie don't be shy. You know I’ll take care of you.” Taehyung slowly relaxes, uncovering his face to eye Jungkook as the younger once again pulls his legs apart.
Jungkook can’t fucking keep it in anymore. He leans in close, admiring how puffy his lips are, how there's already a damp spot in the yellow fabric. Taehyung is everything.
“You’re just staring!” Taehyung whines again.
“Because it’s so pretty,” he looks up into Tae’s eyes and tilts his head, lips wet and parted. “Can I kiss it? Just a little.” Jungkook asks, his breath fanning warmly over the tempting folds.
Kiss it? He and Jungkook are crossing so many lines. He just finds it so hard to say no to his baby Bun though, especially when he asks so sweetly…
Taehyung whimpers again but nods; his eyes are glued to Jungkook's right hand, which is tugging a bit on the waistband on his panties. Jungkook dips his head between Taehyung’s legs, intention clear, when he suddenly pauses and pulls back. His grip on Tae’s thigh tightens and Taehyung’s bandaged cuts sting, but he doesn’t really hate the feeling.
“Minho saw this? He— you let him touch you here? Fuck you?” Jungkook’s voice is cold as ice, but his eyes are molten lava, threatening to melt Taehyung inside out.
“No!”, Tae denies indignantly. “He’s a liar!” The senior is practically snarling and Jungkook is both surprised and relieved. Surprised at how angry Tae is about this now when he was so timid in front of Minho, and relieved that dickhead never put his hands on something that doesn't that belong to him.
“How did he know about it?”
Taehyung gulps. There’s a reason he was avoiding Jungkook, and it’s not just because he didn't want the dark haired boy to know about his privates. The main reason was that if Tae saw Jungkook, Jungkook would have known something was wrong, and he would have rung the truth out of him, just like he's doing now. And if Tae told the truth, Jungkook would have killed Minho, end of story for everyone.
He knows he can’t avoid this forever, though. Jungkook was a bloodhound in a past life, he’ll never get away with it. He sighs resignedly.
“Um. Okay. Promise not to get mad?”
“I promise not to get mad at you.”
“At anyone! Okay, you remember a couple weeks ago, when Minho and I had to stay late after practice to talk to Coach Kim about Nationals responsibilities?” Jungkook nods, he remembers how annoyed he was to walk home with only Joon and Hobi without Tae that day.
“Well when we were done I thought I saw Minho leave, so I figured it’d be okay to take a quick shower since no one was there.”
**Last Week**
Taehyung lathers the loofah and begins scrubbing his body, moving as quickly as possible — he doesn't want to get caught, plus the water is freezing. He rinses off, shuddering under the stream and turns the tap off. He’s only just grabbed his towel when his curtain is ripped open. Taehyung shrieks in fear.
Minho is standing in front of him, an eerie grin plastered on his face. Sweat is still dotting the sides of his temples and he looks scary.
“Boo!” He says mockingly, ripping in laughter. He yanks Taehyung’s towel out of his hand. “You got so scared! You’re such a baby oh my fucking—” the words die on Minho’s lips when he takes in Taehyung’s full naked body.
When he notices one of Tae’s things are not like the others he gasps loudly, his mouth dropping open as Taehyung does his best to cover himself. “You have a— fuck you have a—”
Taehyung snatches his towel back in Minho’s confusion, hurriedly hopping out of the stall and running towards his open locker. He tugs his clean sweats on his still wet body immediately, hearing Minho coming quickly behind him.
“Taehyung.”
He whirls on the larger boy. “Don't tell anyone!”
“Oh I won't,” Minho says, steadily approaching him while grinning. “As long as I can have some.”
“Ew, no! Are you crazy?”
“Are you? Do you think I won’t tell every single person on this campus what I just saw… including your precious Jeon Jungkook? Don’t make me the bad guy here Taehyung.”
It was Taehyung’s worst nightmare. Everyone would hate him, turn their backs on him like his parents always warned him would happen. He was just about to beg for mercy when the locker room door swung open and Coach Kim stepped in.
“I thought I heard voices. What’re you boys still doing here?”
**Present**
“So Coach Kim kinda accidentally saved me. I figured if I stayed away from Minho he’d leave me alone, and if I stayed away from you, Minho wouldn't feel the need to tell you like he threatened. Stupid, I know.”
“Not stupid,” Jungkook insists, “I get it. I just wish you told me so we could handle it together. It sort of felt like you were choosing him over me.” Jungkook admits sheepishly.
“Of course not silly! I just didn't want him to talk to you because… well yeah. Sorry it seemed like I took his side.” Taehyung says. He glances down and is brutally reminded that his legs are still spread around Jungkook. His blush returns in full force. “I thought you’d be angrier."
“I’m beyond angry right now, you have no idea. But there's no point in blowing up at you, so I'm saving this special feeling for later.” He smiles like it's a joke, but his eyes are glazed and he’s practically cutting the circulation in Taehyung’s leg with how tight he’s gripping him.
“Don’t get in trouble Kookie.” Taehyung pouts cutely. Jungkook stares at his hyung’s cute expression and can't help but to relax his body. He leans up to cradle his face.
“Baby. I’m so sorry he did that to you, he was wrong, and you should never have to hide because of people like him. If anything like that happens ever again, please tell me okay?” Jungkook pleads sincerely.
“I will, I’m sorry, I just felt so trapped.”
“I know. No more secrets, got it?” Jungkook says sternly like a general.
“Sir, yes sir!” Taehyung mock salutes him. Jungkook smiles cheesily at him and begins peppering kisses all over the smaller boy’s face. Taehyung giggles, loving the attention, before he feels a peck on his lips. He freezes, staring up at Jungkook who’s staring down at him intensely. Did he mean to do that?
Taehyung hopes his eyes are conveying what his mouth doesn't have the courage to. Do it again, I won't stop you.
Jungkook must understand because he leans back in, kissing Taehyung more fervently. Their lips move together, Taehyung’s thick ones feeling perfect against Jungkook’s own soft pair. Jungkook begins kissing him deeper, his lips sliding against Taehyung’s.
He bites Tae’s lower lip and the older boy gasps. Jungkook takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside. His tongue curls around Taehyung’s, making them both gasp out their own stifled pleasure sounds.
They take time exploring each other's mouths while Taehyung’s hands make a mess of Jungkook’s hair. The kiss is turning filthier by the second, and Taehyung loves it. He can’t help releasing little whines into Jungkook’s mouth, who swallows it all greedily.
It feels like they are no longer on Earth. It’s only them, tied together through the connection of tongues, hands, lips and breath. Taehyung digs his nails into Jungkook’s back and he bites Taehyung’s lip again in response, sucking the flesh into his mouth to ease the sting.
Jungkook leaves Tae’s perfect mouth to trail kisses up and down his neck, nipping the shell of his ear before leaning back to admire his boy. Taehyung can’t hide his glassy eyes, flushed cheeks and sappy smile. “Fuck, Tae, I—”
“I like you! No, wait. Well yes! I like you, but really I love you so actually it’s both and I had to tell you cause I’m your hyung and this,” he waves his finger between the two of them anxiously, “this means something to me and—“
“Taehyung.”
The blue haired boy snaps out of his rambling state, subconsciously noting the lack of honorifics.
“Hyungie, I'm in love with you.” Jungkook tilts his head up so the other boy can’t hide from him. “I’ve probably been in love with you since the day I met you and you practically adopted me.”
They both smile a little at the memory. “You are my every thought throughout the day. How gorgeous you are, so brilliant and soft and loving and stupid.” Jungkook grins cheekily at that, but Taehyung just rolls his eyes and pouts, trying to stop himself from crying.
Jungkook keeps going. “After we became close there was no way I wasn’t going to fall in love with your crazy self. I love you, Taehyung. I’m sorry I didn't say it before, I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same, and then with Minho…” Jungkook trails off, but Taehyung gets what he’s saying.
“I love you too.” and he really does. Taehyung has always had an attachment to Jungkook, knew he would never leave the other alone. This is such a natural step in the progression of their relationship, how could they not fall in love?
“I know you do.” Jungkook says cutely.
“Oh, shut up, you big cocky baby bunny!” Taehyung giggles.
“Baby bunny? But hyung.” Jungkook says, suddenly serious. “Minho basically abused you with his eyes. You still want this baby bunny to kiss and make it better?” Jungkook teases Taehyung, reaching down to grip his thigh again.
“Y-y-you—”
“Hm? You want me to?” Jungkook mocks Taehyung’s stuttered reply. Here are the facts: Taehyung doesn't like Minho, Taehyung loves Jungkook, and Taehyung has a pussy. Jungkook simply wants a taste of what he considers his.
He moves down Tae’s body, pushing his shirt up and off as he goes. He ghosts his fingers over his nipples, making Tae arch his back and exhale. “You’re so sensitive baby, I barely touched you.”
Jungkook continues his ministrations, placing kisses down Taehyung’s tummy. Tae squirms and whines. He’s always been so ticklish, so fun to play with. Jungkook’s head finally returns to its spot between Tae’s legs, gripping his hip to hold him down as he presses a light kiss onto the yellow panties.
He doesn't stop there, deepening the kiss and letting his tongue come out to tease the wet mark. When he sucks on Taehyung’s clit through the fabric, he receives a loud and breathy Kookie in response.
“Shhh, you said I could, hyung, remember?” Jungkook’s fingers play with the lacy waistband, not waiting for an answer before he’s sliding them off. He spreads Taehyung out, revealing what has to be the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. It's pink, wet, and looks delectable.
Taehyung is still feeling shy, but Jungkook isn’t wasting time. He dives in like he’s starving for it. He licks between Tae’s pink folds, moaning at the taste of him, and the vibrations make Tae shudder into his mouth. Jungkook doesn't stop, moving up to suck on his clit earnestly. Taehyung practically screams, once again attempting to close his legs but Jungkook’s grip on him won't allow it.
The noise Taehyung makes when Jungkook begins thrusting his tongue in and out of him is obscene. Not wanting to get caught, Jungkook quickly grabs Tae’s abandoned panties and stuffs them into the moaning boy’s mouth.
“Hyung, are you trying to get caught? Do you not want me to kiss your little pussy anymore?” Taehyung mewls at the words, his vehement denial trapped behind the fabric in his mouth. He shakes his head no, the blue hair moving across his forehead already damp with perspiration. Taehyung doesn't know how things escalated so quickly, but when Jungkook talks to him like this he’s putty in the younger boy’s hands. It’s been this way since day one.
“Then be quiet for me.” Jungkook whispers hoarsely. He retracts his tongue, but the reprieve doesn't last long because Jungkook’s fingers are now stroking Taehyung’s clit. Using his other hand he swirls the tip of his finger around the hole teasingly before slipping it inside.
“God you are so fucking tight.” Jungkook adds a second finger and Taehyung arches his back, crying out at the intrusion. His fingers slide in and out, doing their best to stretch the virgin tight pussy. Jungkook is not a small man, and he doesn't want to hurt his little hyung.
“Jungkookie…” Tae garbles, his fingers tugging on Jungkook’s dark locks. “I n-need—” he can't even finish his sentence, but Jungkook knows what he wants, what he needs.
Jungkook’s fingers find that perfect spot inside Taehyung, working over the rough patch of nerves until Taehyung is practically vibrating. All it takes is Jungkook leaning down and sucking his clit into his mouth tightly for Taehyung to come all over his face.
Taehyung’s pussy gets infinitely tighter around his fingers, his moans loud even with the fabric in his mouth. Jungkook pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, moaning at the deliciousness that's all Tae. He quickly rises off the bed and shucks his clothes off before hopping back on, hovering over the smaller boy.
Tae looks completely fucked out already, tears tracking down his face, lips bitten and red. “You’re so pretty like this hyungie. So perfect.” Taehyung preens at the compliment, happy to be desired by someone he cares so much about.
He feels Jungkook reaching down and gathering his slick, using it to lube up his long thick cock. Taehyung isn't sure how that's going to fit in him when so far the biggest thing he’s ever taken is Jungkook’s fingers. The head of Jungkook's cock that one time doesn't count, he decides.
While Jungkook strokes his own cock, he uses his other hand to explore Tae’s body. He caresses his waist, then moves up to tweak a pretty brown nipple. His hands are everywhere, and it makes Taehyung feel so desirable.
Jungkook stares at his best friend, at his boy. He brushes his fingers over his taught and toned stomach, the perfect V leading to what Jungkook knows is the sweetest pussy. Tae trembles as his hand moves, body still sensitive after his orgasm.
Tae’s hair is now plastered to his forehead in messy waves, and Jungkook can only think one word: gorgeous.
He sticks the fingers that are now covered in Tae’s cum and his pre cum into Tae’s mouth, watching as the senior licks around them and moans like it's a five star meal. When Tae has licked him clean, he places his other hand on Tae’s cheek to cradle his head and make eye contact.
“Are you okay about doing this? Once I fuck you, I will never stop. Be sure.” And he means it. He’s in it for life with this hyung.
Taehyung nods, but it's not enough. “Use your words baby.”
“Yes, Bun, I'm sure.” His eyes are clear and confident, so Jungkook takes that as his cue and grips his hips firmly before flipping him onto his stomach. Taehyung squeaks and his cheeks somehow get redder, if that's even possible. He can’t believe his little Jungkookie is handling him like this. He also cant believe how much he fucking enjoys it.
Jungkook pulls his hips upwards until Taehyung is balanced on his knees, his hands gripping the pillow his face rests on. In this position Taehyung feels completely exposed with no way to hide. He moans when he feels Jungkook’s hands massage his ass.
Jungkook takes the panties out of Taehyung’s mouth to hear the sounds he’s making. He doesn't care about getting caught anymore.
He admires the beauty of his hyung’s back, scattered with pretty freckles. He smiles at the two dimples in his lower back — perfect place for his thumbs. He spreads Taehyung’s cheeks and blows a wave of cool air onto his pussy and asshole, making him shiver and whimper.
With Tae spread like this, Jungkook begins grinding against the warm cunny with his shaft, rocking back and forth in Tae’s wetness.
Jungkook is gripping him tightly, likely leaving marks, but it feels too good for either of them to care. The devil that resides in the back of Taehyung's brain cackles at their position. Jungkook doesn't even know they've been here before.
Jungkook’s large hand wraps around Taehyung’s chest and sits him up so Taehyung is now sitting in his lap. His hard, dripping cock sticks straight but between Taehyung's legs where is rests against his pussy. The tip is a deep red, looking almost painful.
Jungkook latches on to Tae's waist and guides the smaller boy's movements, dragging him up and down on his length to slick himself up.
They grind together like that, absorbed in each other. Taehyung leaks more and more by the second, completely covering Jungkook. Their breathing is labored, voices wrecked from the pleasure. Taehyung’s head is leaning back on Jungkook’s shoulder, and he mouths at his neck, giving little licks and nips in between his panting.
“You are the most perfect boy,” Jungkook whispers. “I’m so in love with you.” Taehyung smiles, then he laughs, then he hiccups and continues moaning, louder this time. No words.
Jungkook literally cannot take it anymore. “Can I put it in? Gotta fuck you. Please hyungie.” Jungkook is losing words as well, too desperate to get inside of him.
In response, Taehyung surprises him by climbing off his lap and flipping himself back onto his back. He hooks his hands under his knees and pulls, spreading himself open and leaving himself at Jungkook’s mercy.
“Anything, Bun.”
“Fuckkk, look at you.” Jungkook croons. “Normally so shy, didn't even want me to know about it but now you're offering it up on a silver platter. Just for me, right? Nobody’s ever touched it but me?”
“Just you, just you Jungkookie. Never wanted anybody to see it or touch it except you.” Taehyung is babbling, stuck in his pleasure. His body is begging for Jungkook to just stuff him full and make him take it. He wants Jungkook to be the first, to shape him to his cock.
Minho may have seen, but Jungkook will never let anyone touch except for himself. “You’ve been keeping this little pussy wrapped tight for me, huh? You walk around looking like a sex god on campus, and they don’t even know you have the sweetest, tightest, most perfect little hole hidden between these long legs.”
Jungkook dips his cock down and pushes the tip in, groaning at the contact and waiting for Taehyung to adjust. At the nod of a blue head, Jungkook pushes inside. The wet, suction sounds feel amplified in the quiet room, and it only spurs Jungkook on. Taehyung continues making little whimpering noises until Jungkook finally bottoms out.
“So full Jungkookie.” he purrs, mind twisted in pain and pleasure. He’s being stretched to his limit since Jungkook is so big. Jungkook pulls out a measure and thrusts back in, making Taehyung rock and throw his head back.
He leans down and sucks on Taehyung’s already sensitive nipples to help distract from the burn, playing with his clit while he thrusts shallowly into him. When he feels like Taehyung is relaxed enough he picks up his pace, balls smacking against his ass with every thrust.
Tae is moaning freely now, and Jungkook joins him. How can he not? Taehyung is gripping him so tightly, a vice around his cock, and it's the most heavenly thing he’s ever experienced. Who would've known the best pussy he’d ever get would be from his guy best friend?
Jungkook pushes Taehyung’s hand away and hoists his leg over his shoulder, allowing Jungkook to go deeper. His other hand reaches out to grip the white plastic bed frame and stabilize him before he begins fucking into Taehyung roughly, no longer able to hold back.
Fuck he was so big, Taehyung felt like he could feel him in his throat. He slides his hand down his chest to his lower belly and gasps, looking down to see a fucking bulge in his stomach. It’s slight, but it's definitely there. Taehyung presses down on it, crying out at the explosive pleasure it brings.
Taehyung practically gushes over Jungkook’s cock, getting them both wet and sticky. How have I survived this long without having sex with Jungkook?, he wonders. I’m addicted already.
Tae knows they are being too loud. They are still in a literal health center, and they aren't even supposed to be in a room without someone knowing. Even knowing all that, neither of them can bring themselves to be quiet. It feels too good, and the sounds of pleasure are heightening the experience.
They must be thinking the same thing at the same time, because Jungkook starts speeding up his thrusts.
“If they knew…” Jungkook pants, fucking Taehyung with wild abandon, both of them locked in complete ecstasy. He leans down and licks the shell of the elder’s ear, tugging a lobe between his teeth when it elicits a gasp out of Taehyung. “If they saw. The door is unlocked, hyungie. If someone sees the prince of campus getting his pussy fucked by a freshman what would they think, huh baby?”
Taehyung’s tears and pathetic no no no make Jungkook’s dick a little harder. He’s completely wrecked, his eyes are glazed and his mouth is open, tongue hanging out. He fucks himself down on Jungkook’s cock, entire body bouncing and moving up the bed with each impact. Jungkook is obsessed. I need a fucking picture of this, he thinks.
He continues on riling the older boy up, the need to see him come all over his dick overtaking him. “I think they'd want a piece. I think they'd be lined up at your door waiting for a taste. They’ll never get it though, right hyungie? I’d kill them all. Don’t open up these thighs for anyone else.” He commands, squeezes said thighs knowing the cuts still sting, making Taehyung cry out.
“This was made for me.” His thrusts become more pronounced on the words, like he’s trying to fuck them permanently into his body.
Taehyung digs his nails into Jungkook’s lower back, feeling his tummy tighten. “Yes, yes Bun fu— fuck it's yours, hyungie’s pussy is yours.” Taehyung cries.
“If it's mine, I can have it anytime I want it, yeah?”
“Mm,” he nods. “G-gonna come.”
Jungkook lifts Taehyung’s hips off the bed, angling himself so he can hit his g-spot with every thrust.
“Such a good hyung, taking care of my cock like this. Fuck, if anyone found out god’s gift of Taehyung includes a pussy to fuck, there’d be bloodshed.”
“Nooo, I’m yours a-and you're mine t-too.” he says petulantly, eyebrows furrowed.
The younger one laughs at his cute, fiery hyung. “I’m all yours baby.”
At the confirmation Taehyung's moans grow louder and louder. His back arches off the bed and his walls become impossibly tighter as he finally comes around Jungkook. He’s soaking the bed, and it's a wonder how Jungkook hasn't slipped out of him yet.
The combination of Taehyung getting tighter and wetter throws Jungkook over the edge. He’s chasing his own climax, pistoning into Taehyung who chokes on a sob from the overstimulation. Jungkook stares at Taehyung's face, at his eyelashes that are wet and clinging together from his tears.
It's innocent and sultry at the same time, and it's all Jungkook needs. He finally lets out a guttural oh fuck before he comes deep inside of Taehyung, filling him up to the brim. He holds himself there, intending to plug Taehyung up, but it’s too much for the smaller boy to hold. Their mixed cum is leaking out, making a bigger mess on the bed.
Jungkook grinds deeply into Taehyung, letting the tight pussy milk him until he’s spent. They kiss languidly and unhurriedly, enjoying the moment.
He slowly pulls out of Taehyung with a pop, rolling them over so that the smaller man lays on his chest while they catch their breath.
“Woah.” Jungkook breathes out into Taehyung’s hair.
He sits up on Jungkook’s chest, blue locks in disarray atop his head. He jokingly curls his lip in disgust. “Woah?”
“Dude.”
“Ewww,” Taehyung giggles, “don’t call me dude after we had sex.”
“Bro, that was awesome. I love you, man.” Jungkook teases.
“Ew stop stop!” Taehyung giggles harder, eyes closed. He’s squirming trying to escape Jungkook’s grasp to no avail.
Jungkook watches the unfiltered happiness on his hyung’s face and smiles. He’s never been so at peace in his life. So… so uncontrollably fond.
Tae’s laughter settles down and he lays his head back on Jungkook’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Yeah, he’s definitely gonna need this forever.
∞༺♥༻✧
The day of Taehyung’s graduation is a glorious one.
For Taehyung it's a milestone, and Jungkook is infinitely proud of him. Taehyung worked his ass off, juggling his degree, his soccer commitments, the clubs and orgs he was in, and more. All of that, and he still made time for his boyfriend.
That's right, boyfriend!
After that day in the nursing clinic, the two became inseparable — well, more than they already were. Which isn't really saying much.
Honestly, they're pretty much the same. They still hang out, watch movies, eat, and play around. They cuddle, love on, and take care of each other.
Only now, they’re allowed to fuck each other’s brains out — and fuck, they do. Jungkook is insatiable and Taehyung loves it, loves how obsessed Jungkook is with being inside of him. Who else in this world is lucky enough to spend all of their moments with their favorite person?
Their friends don't understand why Jungkook can barely sit through a single movie without dragging Tae to the bathroom for a quick fuck, but then again they don't know about the treasure Taehyung hides in his pants.
So yes, today was a glorious day, but Jungkook was happy for another reason, too. Because today marked the day Choi Minho was officially not a fucking student at Bangtan U, which means there isn’t anything holding him back anymore.
After the graduation, Jungkook treated Tae and all of their family and friends to dinner in celebration. In the middle of dinner Jungkook raised a toast, wishing success and merriment in the future for his boyfriend. And of course, in true whipped fashion, he gives Taehyung a stunning white gold oval locket necklace that holds a picture of the two of them inside.
Taehyung launches himself at Jungkook, already crying in gratefulness and uncaring of where they are. Their friends and family look on at them with warmth, knowing these two were inevitable. Everyone saw it coming.
And that night, when Jungkook took them home to his apartment where Tae practically lives now, he fucks him in nothing but the necklace. When he comes he does it on Taehyung’s chest to, and he quotes, “add a pearl necklace to match the gold one.”
That wasn’t the end of the night for Jungkook though. When Tae knocked out, Jungkook quickly pulled some sweats and a hoodie on and slipped outside.
To: Yoongi Boongi
are you with him?
To: Jungle Book
Yup. Wya?
To: Yoongi Boongi
omw
Jungkook turns a corner and walks through the gates of Samdang Park, moving to the secluded part in the back where he and Yoongi had agreed to meet. As he approaches, he hears murmuring and then a thumping sound followed by a long groan.
“I see you got the party started without me!” Jungkook announces himself, walking up to stand beside Yoongi, who had just punched the shit out of Minho. Minho is on his knees and already bleeding from his lip, panting heavily with his head hung low.
“Jeon Jungkook, what the FUCK!” the senior spits furiously. “Tell your little attack dog to fucking quit it.”
“He’s not my attack dog, you piece of shit. See, this is why you deserve this. You have no respect for other humans. So this dog here,” he says, grinning and tilting his head in Yoongi’s direction, “is going to teach you how to behave.”
He nods to Yoongi and backs up, giving the older man space to work his magic. And then some things ensued. Things that involve a baseball bat (where was he hiding that?), brass knuckles (people actually own those?), and the most pitiful, tore up, sorry looking Choi Minho the world has ever seen.
That night Jungkook walked home with ease. He finally felt like the last piece of his relationship was locked in place — he’d never give anyone the chance to hurt Taehyung again. When he gets inside he slips into bed with Tae who immediately cuddles up to him.
With his best friend and lover in his arms he feels like he can take on anything. He doesn't know what the future has in store for the two of them, but what he does know is that whatever they do, they'll do it together.
The End <3