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Taehyung does his best not to know what his friends like to watch when it comes to porn. Yes, even Jimin. He knows that Jimin seems to think that this secretly means that Taehyung doesn"t love him, but it"s not about that. Taehyung believes in the boundaries between the real world and the fantasies he sees on the computer screen.
So he has no idea how this ended up with him sitting in the middle of his friends, watching perhaps the most beautiful man in the world fucking himself on a dildo. He would enjoy this a lot more if he were alone. The largest emotion in his heart right now is just gratefulness that no one has their dick out as they watch the beautiful omega — Jin, according to Jungkook, who had been the one to find him. Even though he knows that Jimin and Jungkook would both have them out if it weren"t for Taehyung"s glaring.
"God, he"s beautiful," Jimin whispers, bringing popcorn to his lips and missing it altogether. He doesn"t seem to care about the butter on his face and keeps prodding until the popcorn finally makes its way into his mouth. "Just look at those lips. Imagine how well he sucks cock." Jungkook nods as he just shoves a handful into his mouth.
Taehyung is so jealous of Yoongi for having a night shift and being able to get out of this bullshit.
He keeps his eyes focused on the screen, watching Jin"s legs go up as he attempts to get a deeper angle for the dildo. His hair is a sweaty mess around his face, his pretty pink lips parted as he pants, his stomach clenching as he tries to stop his orgasm. He really is gorgeous, to the point that it"s almost unfair.
That"s when it happens. Jin’s legs cross together, his big toe swiping across the ankle on his other leg, moving a soulmark hider for just a second. It happens so quickly. Jin realizes it as soon as it happens, smiling at the screen nervously, dropping everything to fix it. "Sorry about that," he chuckles. "But can"t have anyone seeing that." He winks.
His friends laugh. Of course, Jin wants to hide it. Soulmarks can be very private for people who aren"t ready to get into a relationship. None of them are prepared to wear their soulmarks for the world to see or upload them onto an app to find the match. Taehyung is hiding his. The soulmark that lives on his upper forearm, right underneath his elbow.
The soulmark looks exactly like Jin"s.
He glances at Jimin because Jimin is the only person who knows what Taehyung"s soulmark looks like. They showed each other there"s one tipsy night to make sure they weren"t actually the soulmates they professed themselves to be. They both weren"t ready to develop a soulmate bond, and because of that, Taehyung felt good about it. They didn"t match. But Jimin would see this too. No one else would be able to make it out.
Ever since Taehyung was almost thirteen years old, he"s had this soulmark on his body. He knows exactly what it looks like. His gut clenches because this is his soulmate, fucking himself on a dildo. And good for him. Taehyung is delighted for him. But his entire world has been rearranged because he does not know what he should be doing now. He can"t even remember how to panic.
Jimin is focused on Jungkook, who is choking on a piece of popcorn, but he"s not dying, so it looks like he"s fine, and Taehyung can"t be here anymore.
He stands up, ignoring the questioning noises and glad that no one makes an attempt to stop him, stumbling to his room while he attempts to think through what he just saw. His soulmark. He’s positive that Jin has the same soulmark. He would bet money on it, but he doesn"t have anyone to gamble with because no one else has seen his soulmark but Jimin. He doesn"t know what any of his other friends" soulmarks look like either. They will push many boundaries with each other, but they"ve agreed to keep these secrets and never ask, only take the information offered.
And Taehyung doesn"t want to offer this information.
He flops down on his bed, his face buried in his pillows and his hands behind his head, tangled in his hair. He attempts to take deep breaths, but it doesn"t feel like it"s working. He"s pretty sure his body has forgotten how to breathe, and he can feel the panic attack.
Taehyung has never had one before, but he"s seen Yoongi during one of his. Yoongi needs to do something, to try and set his thoughts in order by tackling the nearest problem. The nearest problem is that Taehyung has found his soulmate and doesn"t know how to handle it. He cannot ignore this information as much as he wants to, so he should do something to feel like he is finding them without putting in much effort.
He knows what to do.
He forces himself to grab his phone, downloading the soulmark matching app. He forces himself to continue breathing as he takes a picture of his soulmark. It comes out less shaky than he thought. It"s clear what it is, and the app can read it, storing the information for when Jin eventually loads his information up for them to match.
It might be years in the future, but Taehyung needs that time. He"s just doing this because now he knows. He can take his time. Prepare for meeting Jin.
He gets an instant match.
Suddenly it occurs to Taehyung that why Jin might not want his soulmark to be seen while he does porn does not mean he does not want to meet his soulmate, but he just doesn"t want his various customers to see his soulmark.
Taehyung throws his phone across the room and screams into his pillow before finally settling on just breathing heavily into the pillow. He doesn"t know how long he spends doing this, his heart pounding as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he just fucking matched with his soulmate. Holy fuck. He"s not ready for this. He"s only twenty-one. He"s still struggling to figure out how to make meals that require more than three ingredients and take longer than ten minutes to complete. He"s a junior in college studying art and has no idea how he will make that an actual career. He"s getting through every day without knowing what he"s doing.
He"s not fucking ready for a soulmate.
But he hears his phone ding, and he has a feeling that it might just be a message from Jin. He thinks he"s been trying to calm himself down long enough that Jin"s finished his show and got the notification on his app. Or, on the slim chance he was wrong about it being Jin, someone is eager to meet him. He can"t exactly pull back now, not when people think that if someone uploads their mark to find their soulmate, they want to find their soulmate.
He hears strange noises from the living room, forcing himself to pay no attention to them. Instead, he makes himself go pick up his phone. He unlocks it with trembling hands and clicks open the notification of a match, staring at the profile that greets him.
It"s Jin"s face, though not in arousal and ecstasy, as he fucks himself on a dildo. It"s a picture of him sitting on a couch with a bright smile as Taehyung finds out that his name is Kim Seokjin, he"s twenty-four years old, lives in Seoul, and he"s a grad student who works at a café part-time. He"s getting a Master"s in Film Studies. Which makes him creative, and Taehyung shouldn"t be surprised by that. This is his soulmate, after all.
The profile mentions his various likes (eating is listed as one of them) and dislikes (being disrespected is at the top), but it doesn"t offer any other information. It doesn"t mention the fact that he"s a sex worker as well. Taehyung doesn"t blame him.
The profile has been up since he turned sixteen. And that makes sense because soulmarks appear around the elder"s sixteenth birthday, and Taehyung got his right before he turned thirteen. Seokjin"s birthday is December 4th.
That’s also when they frequently present, and Taehyung presented just after he turned thirteen. So Seokjin must have presented around that time as well.
And fuck , Taehyung feels like a complete ass because his soulmate has been ready to meet him for eight years at this point, and Taehyung wants to ignore the DM that"s already in his inbox. But he can"t do that because Seokjin has been very patient for eight years and has concluded that his patience has finally paid off.
He opens the DM. It"s simple and sweet.
Hello, my name is Kim Seokjin! But you can call me Jin-hyung if you"re comfortable with that since I see you were born in "95. I"m so glad that you"ve uploaded your information. And that you"re in Seoul! It does feel like fate. I can"t wait to meet you. I"m free this weekend, so whenever I can fit into your schedule, I"ll be able to meet. You don"t have much on your profile, but that"s okay. I like surprises ;)
Fuck. He seems like a genuinely good person. Taehyung feels the urge to scream into the pillow again. If he were a dick, Taehyung wouldn"t feel like shit for his emotions.
And he can"t leave this guy in the lurch. He"s sweet, gorgeous, intelligent, and confident. He has to be if he"s willing to expose himself to the eyes of the world in his most intimate state. So add being brave to that list as well. Taehyung is pretty sure that he doesn"t deserve him. With a deep breath, he forces himself to begin typing.
i"m kim taehyung. i can call you jin-hyung. and i"d like to meet. hell, i can meet now if you want
Why the hell did he say that? It"s nearly eleven, Taehyung is still on the verge of a panic attack, and another message from Jin — Seokjin — is coming in.
Sure! Where do you want to meet?
This is it. Taehyung has one chance to pull out of this meeting. But he can"t fucking do that. Not to his soulmate. He makes himself take another deep breath.
do you know the cafe epiphany? it"s a couple of blocks from my house. i don"t go there often, but i know it"s open 24/7 and they have decent coffee. i can meet in 20
He doesn"t even get a chance to leave the app before Seokjin is typing back, and he hears his heart in his ears.
Seriously!?! That"s the café where I work, so I can get the coffee for free. I wonder if we"ve seen each other before and didn"t realize it! Yes, I can be there. See you in 20! <3
Taehyung bites his lip before he types back quickly.
i wouldn"t be able to forget a face like yours
There. That"s the start. And the truth. Seokjin doesn"t text anything in response, but Taehyung hopes that"s a good thing. He just focuses on cleaning himself up, staring at himself in the mirror. He looks decent but hasn"t gotten a chance to shave, so his stubble and the beginnings of a mustache are on his face. He doesn"t think he has time to get rid of it, and he just hopes that Seokjin likes that. He changes out of his sweatpants and jeans, puts on a few new layers of deodorant, and his nice black button-down shirt, rolling his sleeves up to just below his elbows because Jimin always tells him he has nice forearms. He even uses some of the nice Gucci perfume Yoongi got him for his birthday, which his friends tell him compliments his whiskey and lemon scent well.
With shaky fingers, he takes off his soulmark patch, throwing it into the trash before he rushes out of his room, refusing to look at the living room. He puts his jacket and shoes on when he"s outside the door so that neither of them realizes he"s leaving and asks questions that Taehyung doesn"t know how to answer.
He tries to spend the walk to the café thinking about the best-case scenarios for meeting his soulmate, but his mind keeps returning to the worst case. The ways that his soulmate will see him and realize that Taehyung is just a silly college kid that is also a terrible artist and has been faking his way through adulthood so far. That he has no idea how to be an alpha because everyone had assumed he would be a beta growing up.
His soulmate is supposed to know the deepest depths of his soul, so he"s undoubtedly going to be able to see what an imposter Taehyung is.
He has to stop a block from the café to throw up in the street, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he reminds himself that Seokjin won"t know anything that Taehyung doesn"t tell him. He just has to act as he does in classes, confident and self-assured, with no idea that he isn"t supposed to be there. If he can do that, then Seokjin won"t realize how much Taehyung doesn"t deserve him.
He gets himself moving again, arriving at the café before Seokjin. It"s deserted but for the two baristas on shift, one reading a book and the other nodding to music with his eyes closed. He reads their name tags as he walks in, giving an awkward nod to "Chan" and "Minho" when they look at him in curiosity. They"re Seokjin"s coworkers. He wonders if he should say anything about why he"s here, but maybe Seokjin doesn"t want them to know. But if he didn"t want his coworkers to know he was meeting his soulmate, why did he agree to meet at his place of work?
Taehyung can"t figure things out. He feels so knocked for a loop, and it only gets worse when Seokjin walks in as soon as he sits down, dressed in an oversized purple sweater that goes past his hands, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair damp, probably from the shower that he took after his show ended. It falls around his face in a cute mullet, looking so different from how he looked just a couple of hours ago, and yet, so clearly the man that Taehyung saw fuck himself on a dildo.
It hits him suddenly that he wants to fuck Seokjin, and if the two baristas weren"t looking at them in confusion, then he would be trying to bend his soulmate over right here and now. So yes, he has no idea if he"s emotionally ready to meet and begin a relationship with his soulmate. But he also has the most beautiful person in the world as his soulmate, and Taehyung wants to fuck him right now.
He stands up, giving an awkward wave, and Seokjin beams at him. He hurries over to him, his brown eyes full of delight as he takes in Taehyung. It doesn"t seem like he hates what he sees, but Taehyung doesn"t know what else he seems to think about him. "Hey," Seokjin whispers out, and he sounds like he"s in awe. "I"m Seokjin. Your soulmate." One of the baristas is choking in the background, but Seokjin ignores him. "I"m so happy to meet you." He reaches his hand out for Taehyung to shake it, and on autopilot, he does. Seokjin smells like cherries and sea salts. He’s always liked those scents. Now he thinks he knows why.
"Taehyung," he gets out around the knot in his throat. "It"s good to meet you too."
Seokjin points to the counter. "What do you want to drink? Don"t worry. I won"t make them charge you. Employees and their soulmates get coffee for free." He giggles, and it sounds like a windshield wiper, and it"s the most beautiful sound Taehyung has ever heard.
He"s heard people talking about what it"s like to be around your soulmate, how everything they do is the most fascinating thing in the world, and you can"t stop yourself from wanting to soak in everything about them, but he didn"t expect how strong the feeling would be. His entire world has narrowed down to Seokjin"s smile, brighter than the sun, and Taehyung wants to bury his face in his neck and just exist there until the end of time. He feels like he can"t breathe, but it"s not like before. Now, it"s just like he"s floating in a warm pool of light and deep breaths aren"t possible because everything in his body is so relaxed.
And suddenly, he no longer doubts himself as an alpha. He didn’t expect this change. He didn’t expect to suddenly be ready for everything, ready to fight anything, as long as he could have Seokjin in his life. As long as he can knot Seokjin, fuck his babies into him, create a life that Taehyung would die to protect.
He wonders if he"s having the same effect on Seokjin, but he can"t grasp the thought. All he can do is focus on the feelings that Seokjin is bringing up in him. He knows that Seokjin asked him a question, and he stumbled out something, but he doesn"t know what he"s getting. He doesn"t know how to do anything other than slide back into his seat as Seokjin sits down, the center of the universe, tucking his hair behind his ear, and Taehyung wants to kiss him. He wants to take him back to his apartment and worship every inch of his body. Unfortunately, he doesn"t know how to fucking speak right now.
He just watches Seokjin"s mouth, the smile bright, and he"s not saying anything either. Taehyung realizes his mouth hurts, and he thinks he"s smiling too. He doesn"t want to stop. Their hands are still touching across the table, neither one being the one willing to let go. Coffee appears before them, but neither makes a move to drink because it would mean losing eye contact.
Time does not exist as they merely exist with each other, soaking in each other"s presence. It"s not until something crashes behind the counter that they feel themselves return to earth, jolting in their seats as they stare at each other with wide eyes before they dissolve into laughter.
"Jin-hyung," he whispers, tasting like cherries on his tongue. Taehyung loves cherries. They’re his favorite fruit now. Seokjin tears up at the words. "It"s so good to meet you." All his worries are gone now, even about how he doesn"t know if he can be the perfect soulmate to Seokjin. It doesn"t seem to matter. They can figure this out together.
"It"s great to meet you, Tae." His face blanches. "Can I call you Tae? I don"t want to presume."
"Call me Tae, hyung," pitching his voice deeper and enjoying how that made Seokjin gulp. "And you can presume anything you want from me."
"Oh," Seokjin whispers. He blinks, his eyes large and wide, his mouth hanging open so prettily. "Okay, I will." He looks down at their hands. "Where"s your soulmark?"
Taehyung carefully pushes up the sleeve of his left shirt so that his soulmark is easily seen. It"s an elegant design, in his opinion, with two black lines on top of a septagon, hued from purple to pink throughout the shape. He knows where it is on Seokjin"s body but allows the man to separate their hands for just a moment so that he can show the mark on his right ankle.
"I can"t believe this," Seokjin giggles, gripping Taehyung"s hand again because even those few seconds were painful. "I mean, what made you decide to upload your picture tonight?"
Taehyung has never really known exactly what the phrase "like a bucket of cold water’ is until now. He can see his face pale, and Seokjin frowns for just one moment before he places together what might have happened.
"Oh God," he whispers. "Tae, I-" His entire face is red as he begins to shake, looking like he"s just been shot in surprise. "I don"t know-"
"You don"t need to justify anything to me," Taehyung hurries to say. "I don"t think that you need to. I mean, I was watching it, wasn"t I? So if I"m getting mad at you for deciding to support yourself, then you should get mad at me for watching you, right?" He nods to Minho and Chan, who do their best not to eavesdrop. "I don"t want to say more because I don"t know if you want them to know. But believe me when I say that I"m not mad or upset or anything else. I was just shocked. It didn"t go exactly like how I thought I would figure out someone was my soulmate, but I think it makes for an exciting story." He smiles at that because the panic he was feeling earlier is now all over Seokjin"s face. He feels calm now because Seokjin needs him to be.
Seokjin blinks at him, confusion and shock written all over his face. Taehyung wonders how exactly he expected him to react after he found out what his job was. He doesn"t want to think it was horrible, but he knows Seokjin has valid fears about it. Just because someone has a soulmate doesn"t mean the soulmate can"t be an asshole.
Taehyung squeezes Seokjin"s hand tightly. "Don"t worry. I just saw it and joined the app because I knew who you were for the first time, not just knowing that you vaguely existed, and I wanted to know when you eventually joined. I just didn"t expect it to be so soon. I thought that you were hiding it all the time, not just during your shows."
Seokjin weakly nods, tears gathering in his eyes, and Taehyung wants to hug him. He wants to punch everyone who made Seokjin feel like Taehyung wouldn"t accept him because he cammed in the face. He doesn"t care about that shit. He doesn"t care about what Seokjin does to pay the bills.
Now, the only thing he cares about is that Seokjin is his. His soulmate. His omega. The person that Taehyung wants to spend the rest of his life with. He wants to fuck him roughly, and he wants to fuck him gently, and he wants to spend days where they don"t fuck, just hold each other in bed and watch trashy television.
"Wow," Seokjin breathes out through his tears. "I really got lucky."
Taehyung frowns because Seokjin is not the lucky one here. Instead, it"s Taehyung, who has somehow gotten a fucking angel as his soulmate. "I"m the lucky one," he states because he can"t have Seokjin believing anything other than this fact. "You deserve better than me."
Seokjin blinks and then breaks out into a grin. "Well, I think I just have to learn more about you then so I can determine if that"s true or not." He giggles. "But I"ll bet you ten thousand won that it isn"t."
Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "Well, I hope you"re prepared to lose some money."
Seokjin giggles again. Who the hell knew a laugh could be so beautiful? "Anyway, tell me more about you." He leans into the table, placing his head in his hands. "Everything. Anything. No matter how big or small. I want to hear it all."
Taehyung clears his throat, staring down at his coffee. He realizes that he had ordered an iced Americano and takes a sip, trying to wet his throat. "Well, I"m from Daegu. I have a younger brother and sister. I"m studying art, but I don"t know yet what I"m concentrating on. I haven"t been able to decide." He gives Seokjin a weak grin. "I like sketching, though. It calms me down. I would love to sketch you some time if you"d want that. You have the perfect face, hyung. It would be hard to capture, but I want to try." He can already imagine the hours of sketching he would have to do to create a sketch of Seokjin that would put him anywhere remotely in the realm of happiness, and he looks forward to it. "And I like going to art museums on weekends. I can take you to some of my favorite exhibits if you want. Would love to get your opinion on some pieces."
Seokjin blinks. "But I don"t know anything about art."
Taehyung tilts his head. "And that means you can"t have opinions?"
That startles a chuckle out of Seokjin, who shakes his head. "No, I guess it doesn"t."
He"s so fucking beautiful. It still doesn"t seem real to Taehyung that this is his soulmate. He glances at Minho and Chan. They"ve both returned to the book and the music they were engrossed in when Taehyung walked through the door, no longer needing to resist listening in. "Do you want to go tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Seokjin whispers, perching his chin on his hand to stare at Taehyung. "I could go tonight if I didn"t think that places were probably closed." He giggles nervously. "Sorry. I just don"t want to stop spending time with you."
Taehyung nods his head. "I don"t want to stop spending time with you either." He stares deep into Seokjin"s brown eyes. He thinks that there"s a genuine chance that he would die if he were forced to leave Seokjin at this moment. He squeezes his hand tightly. "Do you want to come with me back to my apartment? Not to fuck or anything, but just . . . to spend time together."
Seokjin blinks once and then stands up in a hurry, pulling Taehyung up with him. "Yes. Yes, please. Though I wouldn"t turn down being fucked."
"Hyung!" Minho yells, and Seokjin flips the bird without taking his eyes off Taehyung.
"Sure," Taehyung whispers, his gut tightening as he thinks about getting Seokjin into his apartment, into his room, staring at Seokjin as he lies in his bed and looks so beautiful that Taehyung will have trouble breathing. He spares a thought that Jimin and Jungkook might still be in the living room, but he quickly decides that he doesn"t care. They"ll meet Seokjin sooner or later, and they might as well get the awkwardness over with. And Yoongi might be back already, but he doesn"t care about that either. He already knows that he"s Yoongi"s favorite anyway. "Come on."
He drags Seokjin out of the café and back to his apartment while Seokjin laughs behind him. He has the most beautiful laugh in the world. It"s unique and feels so wholly Seokjin that he can"t stop his smile from spreading across his face. He turns around in the middle of the sidewalk to press a kiss against Seokjin"s lips, unable to spend another minute not knowing how he tastes against him.
He tastes like his name, like cherries and warmth, and Taehyung could spend forever inside this moment. His heart feels like it"s expanding in his chest when he realizes that he can indeed spend forever kissing Seokjin. Seokjin is his soulmate, and no one will ever stop them from kissing. He doesn"t know how he got so lucky, but somewhere up there, some deity must love Taehyung to give him Seokjin. He pulls away with a laugh, grateful to see the same joy reflected in Seokjin"s eyes.
"We"re soulmates," he whispers.
"Soulmates," Seokjin whispers back. "I can"t believe it." He surges forward to kiss Taehyung, and the only thing Taehyung can think about is how much he loves the taste of cherries. It"s just something he"s never noticed until this moment.
He doesn"t know how long they spend on this sidewalk, pressing kisses onto each other"s lips, unable to let go of each other even though they both know that Taehyung has a warm bed they should want to return to. But that warm bed isn"t here, and Seokjin"s lips are, so how can Taehyung do anything other than want to spend the rest of his life in front of a closed real estate office?
But somehow, their legs manage to work a little bit. Taehyung walks backward as he presses kisses onto Seokjin"s lips, cheeks, eyelids, the tip of his nose, ears, and everywhere his lips can reach. He accepts the kisses Seokjin gives him in return, his skin so warm even after Seokjin"s lips physically leave him.
Somehow Taehyung can get through the locked doors without looking at them because he can"t physically tear his gaze away from Seokjin. Happiness is thrumming through his veins, and he doesn"t know why he has been so nervous about meeting his soulmate. He can"t think why it makes sense to run away from this emotion.
Somehow, they end up in Taehyung"s room. Jimin and Jungkook have retired to their rooms, and either Yoongi isn"t back, or he"s already in his room. It doesn"t matter. The only thing that matters is Seokjin. He drags the older man to his room, and Taehyung has never considered his room beautiful. An expression of himself, yes, but not exactly beautiful. It was too Kim Taehyung to be beautiful.
But Seokjin standing in the middle of his room enables Taehyung to see all the little details he never noticed. How the posters on his ceilings create a unique shade of blue when you notice all their backgrounds as one, a shade that looks like the ocean. How the collection of failed pottery on his desk looks like stars when against the black paint. How his purple sheets are the center of this room when it doesn"t have Seokjin in it.
His room is beautiful now. Seokjin makes it beautiful.
He can"t stop lunging forward, his hands gripping Seokjin"s face as he presses a bruising kiss onto his lips yet again. They tip backward, landing on Taehyung"s bed.
"You said you didn"t mind being fucked?" Taehyung asks, gasping for air for a moment before he returns to kissing Seokjin.
"Right now," Seokjin breathes out, "if you don"t fuck me, I"ll be furious."
Taehyung grins. Their clothes are thrown off in a hurry, dropping on the floor and surrounding them on the bed until they are naked but for Seokjin"s sweatshirt. He wraps his tiny fists into the end of the sleeves, his head tipping back as Taehyung slides into him, vaguely thinking about how they should have used a condom. But he"s clean, Seokjin says he is, and Taehyung trusts him. And he just wants to feel all of Seokjin around him. They can worry about contraception later. It doesn’t matter right now.
The omega is still prepped from earlier tonight, his thighs are messy with slick, and he doesn"t need Taehyung to do anything but fuck him dumb, but that doesn"t change how fucking tight he feels around Taehyung"s cock.
"Fuck, hyung," he whispers. "You feel so fucking good." He has his hands on Seokjin"s hips, his mouth falling open as he looks at his hands around Seokjin"s waist. Are his hands that big, or is Seokjin"s waist that small? Or is it both?
He decides that he doesn"t care. He just wants to see bruises in the shapes of his hands on this tiny fucking waist in the morning.
Seokjin whimpers as he wraps his legs around Taehyung, his ankles hooking over each other and the heels of his feet pressing into the back of Taehyung"s back, trying to draw him in even more. Taehyung"s not sure how he could be even deeper inside of Seokjin, not sure how that could be physically possible, but he thinks it would be worth trying.
"Pretty hyung," Taehyung whispers as he presses a kiss behind Seokjin"s ear as he begins to thrust in earnest. "Good hyung." He bites his neck, growling, "My hyung."
Seokjin whines, his arms wrapping around Taehyung"s back. "Yes," he pants. "Yes, baby, I am. Yours, yours, yours."
Some primal part of Taehyung preens at the fact that Seokjin is making sure everyone knows he"s his. He wants him to scream it so loud that his roommates are aware of it, so they know Taehyung has his soulmate and that he"s the only one who can have him.
He didn"t expect himself to be so possessive, but perhaps it shouldn"t have surprised him. He"s always liked to value what he has; as long as he has Seokjin, he will never stop worshiping him.
Even if Seokjin told him that he didn"t want to be his, Taehyung isn"t entirely sure if he would be able just to leave. He wouldn"t force Seokjin into doing anything but just to stop praising the ground this man walks on? It sounds impossible. Just as impossible as the fact that he had no idea who Seokjin was just twenty-four hours ago. So much has felt like it"s changed, yet Taehyung feels like everything has slid into place. It doesn"t matter that he was terrified over meeting his soulmate just a few hours ago.
The younger Taehyung was a fucking idiot .
How could he be terrified when Seokjin is so sweet in his arms? Bending to his will. His moans are so joyous. It"s all Taehyung can do not to sob with joy. Not to thank anyone who might be listening about the wonderful man with whom he"s been blessed. And he knows that he"s going to do that eventually. But, he just . . . he just needs a moment to enjoy Seokjin. To enjoy everything he gives him.
Enjoy the noises he makes when he orgasms, trembling in Taehyung"s arms. Enjoy how he curls up in Taehyung"s arms as they slowly drift off to sleep. Enjoy how Taehyung’s knot fits perfectly into his body.
To just simply . . . enjoy.
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When he wakes up in the morning, Seokjin is still in his arms, and he’s still inside Seokjin. He"s awake, his fingers gently tracing Taehyung"s face. He blushes when he sees that he"s been caught, but he smiles all the same, and it"s so beautiful that it takes Taehyung"s breath away. This is his soulmate. He"ll have Seokjin by his side for the rest of his life.
It isn"t so scary to have a soulmate when it"s Kim Seokjin. Taehyung knows that they"ve only just met, but he already knows that"s more true than anything else.
Their peace is interrupted, of course, by Jungkook. He barreled into Taehyung"s room like he had nothing going on. Which, to be fair, is usually true.
But not today. Today, Taehyung has his arms full of what he knows is his soulmate, but all Jungkook knows is the camboy that he watches with his roommates like it"s normal to do in Taehyung"s bed.
He looks at them for a moment before screaming, "Hyungs, I think I"m hallucinating!"
"How much weed did you smoke?" Jimin yells back. Yoongi, who cares about Jungkook, comes to see what"s happening, stilling when he sees what"s happening.
"Kookie," he whispers. "You"re not hallucinating."
Jungkook whimpers.
Jimin, finally realizing that maybe something is actually going on, comes to see what"s happening, his mouth dropping when he sees that Seokjin is in Taehyung"s bed.
Then he sees the mark on Seokjin"s ankle, peeking out from underneath the covers. "Holy fuck," he whispers. "Tae, you lucky bastard."
Taehyung glances at Seokjin, who is slowly pulling up the covers to hide his face.
"Yeah," he whispers. "I am."