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“Jeongguk! Taehyung! I need to talk to you two. The rest of you can leave now. We’re done for today.”
Jeongguk stops gathering the basketballs littering the floor to look at their coach. Namjoon—how the older man ordered them to call him—is standing at the side of the court with both hands on his hips. It looks like he's frowning, but It’s difficult to be sure with the distance between them. That puts Jeongguk on edge immediately.
“Sure, coach!” Taehyung answers cheekily while sauntering toward the metallic basket to throw his armful of balls inside, “I can give you all the time you want and more.”
In a typical Kim Taehyung fashion, the innuendo is not even remotely veiled. By default he seems to be stuck on flirting with everyone, men and women alike. Taehyung even goes as far as to wink and blow kisses at the opposing team while on court. Unless, the purpose of his attitude is to unnerve their opponents.
Whatever the reason is, how Taehyung manages to not die of shame every time he does something as outrageous as approaching a perfect stranger with only his smile, is a mystery for the hopeless introvert that is Jeongguk. It must be nice though, not to overthink every word, every action.
“Ten minutes will be enough,” Namjoon replies, and even from where he’s standing, Jeongguk spots the way he rolls his eyes at Taehyung’s antics.
If only Jeongguk could dismiss it so easily when he is the one subjected to the youngest of his hyungs’ flirting tendencies. He does not fancy becoming a red-faced, spluttering fool on a daily basis.
Rather than remembering the mortifying and innumerable situations, Jeongguk checks the gigantic clock hanging on the far wall. The scoreboard still indicates the result of their last match—Visitors: 65, Home: 76. Eleven victories in a row. This happy streak will ensure that their team gets the attention of all the recruiters in the country.
Sadly, Jeongguk does not have the time to rejoice. It’s already eight in the evening, and he hasn’t finished tidying up the gym. It’s not too late to go to Jisun’s house, but it will be if he continues pondering about Taehyung’s behavior instead of doing his part of the cleaning up. It will be worse if whatever Namjoon needs to tell them takes more than ten minutes.
As someone who is almost entirely deaf, Jisun does not care if he starts work late or works long hours. However, Jeongguk’s shift at the logistics center starts at four in the morning, and he still needs to sleep. He prays often enough that this is not the case, but his body requests a minimum of six hours of sleep if he is to function at all during the day.
If only all his bosses were as understanding as the older woman.
It’s not easy to juggle studies, training, games, and his ton of part-time jobs. Knowing he can go to her house whenever he has the time without being scolded or threatened of being fired is a relief. It’s not like he can afford to get fired, his family needs him. His mother’s two jobs and the few menial tasks she gets are not enough to pay for his and his four siblings’ food and education. She needs Jeongguk’s money to go by, or they would all starve by the 15th of the month.
Sometimes, Jeongguk wonders how he’ll fare without all these crushing responsibilities. Maybe he will be more carefree, less serious. Maybe people will stop calling him the ‘Ice Prince’. Well, it’s unlikely. He has always been wary around people, even before his father ran away with a girl young enough to be Jeongguk’s sister.
It’s not like standing in the middle of the court daydreaming is going to improve the situation, his brain points out.
He knows that complaining will not change anything. Only finishing his degree and finding a job in some company will truly help them. That or the remote possibility of becoming a professional, but God, how he sometimes wishes that his life was different.
Sighing tiredly, Jeongguk puts away the last remaining ball and pushes the cart back to its place in the storeroom.
Taehyung is already with Namjoon, shamelessly flirting with their coach when he emerges back.
Everyone else has left—too happy to return to their houses after a grueling training session—and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to observe his teammate without being disturbed. Taheyung truly looks like he’s in his element, chatting with Namjoon like they were old friends.
Jeongguk can only see his profile, but it’s enough to recognize his expression. They are both part of the same circle of friends, after all. Jeongguk had plenty of time to get accustomed to all the forms Taehyung’s body language could take.
The one he is projecting at the moment was dubbed ‘If the opportunity arises, why not, but I can do without it’ by Jeongguk long ago. It means that what will — or will not –- happen is all in Namjoon’s hands. Strangely, Jeongguk feels a pang of relief that their coach does not seem to be interested at all. Not once does he cross the good meter of distance Taehyung has left between them.
That’s much more than the mere thirty centimeters Taehyung allowed himself to keep with the pretty brunette he was flirting with just this afternoon in front of the gym. Jeongguk can’t even blame the poor girl for being star-eyed. He knows firsthand how Taehyung can be. It’s a miracle Jeongguk did not end up blind the last time he turned all his charms toward him.
Well, Yoongi may have helped him a little by shoving Taehyung away with an order to let their poor dongsaeng alone, but this detail is not important in the grand scheme of things.
Anyway, Namjoon doesn’t seem to be interested at all. The way he does not even look flustered increases the respect Jeongguk has for the man. Namjoon is not only a former basketball player with more trophies than he can carry, or an outstanding coach, he is also a god. Only a god would be able to keep his calm when subjected to Taehyung’s ten-gigawatts smile.
This discovery releases the knot that formed in Jeongguk’s stomach when seeing the two men together. He’s wasted enough time as it is, anyway. He can’t stand here forever, admiring Taehyung and feeling weird things.
In ten long steps, he crosses the court and stops next to his teammate.
“Ah, Jeongguk, you’re here. Perfect,” Namjoon starts before turning on his heels and heading to his office, “Follow me, please.”
If Namjoon decided to talk to them there rather than in the court, it’s probably because the problem is more severe than he let on initially. What can it be?
Nothing that puts Jeongguk’s place in the team at stake, he hopes. That would kill all his chances of being noticed by a recruiter. Not that he has a lot of them, to begin with, but still. He has this dream where he becomes a professional and gets paid for playing a sport he loves. This will undoubtedly solve his financial issues and keep his family out of poverty for the rest of their life.
Now even more concerned, Jeongguk exchanges a glance with Taehyung. His teammate answers his silent question with a shrug before following their coach.
“I wanted to show you something,” Namjoon announces when they enter his office. The screen hanging on the wall behind his desk is already on, and a still frame of their last match is displayed on it.
He does not wait for them to sit on the chairs to push the play button.
For a few minutes, Jeongguk watches some clips of Taehyung and himself playing together. They are not good. Well, at the very least they are not catastrophic because their team would not have a streak of eleven wins if it were the case, but they can do so much better. They indeed do so much better with their other teammates.
I’m going to lose my position, after all. I may even have to stop playing basketball altogether. There is no point continuing if I’m going to be on the benches.
Don’t let your imagination run wild. Namjoon never said anything about being benched.
But Jeongguk is no longer listening to his brain.
His time is too precious to waste in training sessions and matches if it can’t lead to a professional career. Jeongguk’s conscience won’t let him continue if he doesn’t have this possibility anymore –as unlikely as it is. Not when he can spend his time working and earning money.
“You see what’s my problem.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through the fear fogging Jeongguk’s brain.
“Yeah, we see.”
Luckily, Taehyung is fast to answer, allowing Jeongguk to hide his panic and spiraling thoughts for a little longer. He did not notice how much basketball meant to him until the risk of having to give it up slapped him in the face.
“What do you suggest?” Namjoon continues, oblivious to Jeongguk’s inner turmoil.
Once again, Taehyung saves him by replying, “We have to work on our teamwork.”
“Exactly. I fear you’re going to have to put a brake on your social life for a few weeks, Taehyung. We are in the middle of the season. There isn’t enough time during regular trainings for just you two to work on this.”
Distantly, Jeongguk hears Taehyung whine. “But coach...”
“No buts. It’s just a question of weeks, one month at most. I believe you’ll find a way to show us better teamwork soon.”
“We don’t have access to a court.”
“Stop making excuses. I stay late every evening. You’re welcome to use the gymnasium if you need it. Or anything else that works for you. I don’t care what you’re doing, but you must fix the problem. Pronto!”
“Spoilsport,” Taehyung whispers before saying much louder, “We will do as you wish, coach.”
“I knew that I can count on you, Taehyung,” Namjoon concludes, not fooled at all by Taehyung’s saccharine tone, before turning towards Jeongguk. “You’re awfully quiet, Jeongguk. More than usual, I mean.”
“Uh?” Jeongguk replies eloquently.
“You did not say a word. Do you have anything to add?”
Jeongguk’s brain is quick to process the more critical information about the discussion—not enough teamwork with Taehyung. Namjoon is too busy to make them train on this during their regular training. That means they need extra training.
Nothing about being removed from the team. Nothing about killing the one aspiration I still have.
Well, who was right? his brain asks, voice dripping with smugness.
The question does not deserve an answer, and Taehyung's own inquiry is more pressing.
“Mmmh, no, nothing to add,” Jeongguk declares. “I agree with you. We need to improve our coordination.”
“And?” Taehyung stresses out. “Do you prefer training more every day, or should we meet on Saturdays and Sundays?”
Jeongguk thinks about it quickly.
He has eight hour shifts at the dock on the weekend mornings, in addition to extras in different restaurants or bars at night when he is lucky enough to find some. He can’t spend his afternoon training on top of that. Especially since he also has his university assignments.
That leaves him with only two choices. Either decrease the number of hours he spends at Jisun’s house or sacrifice his sleep. Sighing, he answers, “I can’t during the weekend.”
“That’s settled,” Namjoon concludes. “Why not start right now if the both of you agree? I’m still here for at least three hours. The faster you solve this issue, the sooner your evenings will be free.”
Jeongguk nods, praying he will have the energy to go to Jisun’s after this extra training.
“I won’t hold you back, then,” Namjoon dismisses them. “We’ll check your progress in a week.”
The two teammates leave the office and return to the court. Jeongguk has difficulty telling whether he or Taehyung drags their feet the most during the short walk.
“Okay, Gukkie,” Taehyung starts with a forced smile that’s still way too bright for Jeongguk’s poor heart. “Do you have any idea where to start?”
“Everything that helps us synchronize our actions. Or have a better understanding of each other’s movements.”
“Mmmmh, I’ve got an idea of what we can do. And it has nothing to do with basketball, even if it will leave us just as spent and sweaty.”
Despite his fatigue, Jeongguk turns bright red.
“I don’t, I’m not...,” he splutters.
“You’re not what? Gay? Interested? In the mood? We can go grab a coffee someday if you prefer.”
“Please, Taehyung. We’re not here for that. I have work to do. I’d like to start soon.”
“Work? What kind of work? It’s already 7 PM.”
Jeongguk would have slapped himself. That’s why he is a social disaster—always saying something unnecessary. His personal problems are just that: personal problems. He does not want to be pitied by anyone.
“University work.” Even in his own ears, that sounds like a weak lie. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
Taehyung squints at him, probably sensing something fishy, but rather than insisting, he turns on his heels and goes to fetch a ball.
“Let’s start with some passes, and we can play one–on–one after. That’s how I learned to read Jimin. We were always playing against each other in high school.”
Happy—and a little bemused—to be off the hook so easily, Jeongguk quickly agrees.
“Sounds good,” he states, catching the ball thrown at him.
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One hour later, Jeongguk is in the locker room with a towel around his waist as his sole clothing. Well, to be precise, he is in the threshold between the locker room and the showers and has been stuck here for God knows how long.
In all honesty, he has no time to waste—he still has work to do at Jisun’s house—but the scene unfolding before Jeongguk keeps him rooted to where he is. What’s the problem with him? He showers almost every day with Taehyung. He should not react this way.
It’s the first time you are alone, though, his annoying brain provides. There is no one to judge you if you’re caught watching.
I’m not watching.
Really?
Really, Jeongguk replies to the irritating voice.
If you say so.
The sarcasm of his inner voice is perfectly audible, but Jeongguk has no brain power left to react. He is too busy following the suds running down Taehyung’s spine. His eyes descend with them along his teammate’s shoulder blade, back, and waist. They pause in the swell of his ass before sliding down between muscular cheeks and disappearing from Jeongguk’s view.
Under any circumstances, Jeongguk would refuse to confess that he finds Taehyung beautiful. Yet, at that moment, he feels the inexplicable desire to get down on his knees and worship him. Maybe also to catch all this water cascading down his skin with his lips and tongue. Wherever it goes or hides. Especially where it hides.
The urge takes Jeongguk aback. Where does it come from?
He does not have the time to ponder on it for long because a voice—a real and authentic one, not the sassy one that took up residence in his brain—cuts through the strange spell Taehyung’s naked and wet form seems to have cast on Jeongguk.
“Do you like what you see?”
Only mortification prevents the breathless yes from leaving his lips. Jeongguk likes it. He does not understand why, but he likes it very, very much. Which does not mean he has to admit it out loud. He does not even have to admit it to himself.
He has enough on his plate as it is. He does not need an existential crisis on top of everything else. Jeongguk only has to put his strange reaction on a too-long period of exposure to Taehyung’s eccentricity without their other teammates acting as a filter.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies after several heartbeats, his voice more steady than he feels.
“Oh,” Taehyung smirks, “Are you sure? Because from here, it looks like you’re enjoying it a lot.”
Jeongguk follows the direction of his teammate’s gaze. Warmth erupts on his cheeks seeing the tent formed by his towel, which he did not notice until now.
Whipping up his head to look at Taehyung, he grits out,“Who says it’s because of you?”
Taehyung’s smirk widens as he leans back on the shower’s tiled wall.
“I don’t see a lot of people here.”
“I was thinking about someone else.”
“Liar.”
Jeongguk opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it when he discovers that everything he’d say would only dig a deeper hole to fall into. Of course, his hesitation does not escape Taehyung’s attention. He looks like the cat that got the cream, smug and pleased with himself, as he saunters towards Jeongguk.
He stops once at arm’s reach in all his naked glory and, very, very slowly, checks Jeongguk from head to toe.
“If you’re interested in my opinion, I do,” he states with his eyes now fixed on Jeongguk’s.
“You do what?”
“Like what I see.”
“You always like what you see.”
For a second, hurt flickers in Taehyung’s otherwise mischievous eyes. Well, Jeongguk believes it’s hurt, as it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“That’s not true.”
“Who’s the liar now?”
“I feel entitled to correct your little misconception of my character. I don’t always like what I see. I have very refined tastes. If I tell you that you look delicious enough to eat, it’s because I think so.”
Jeongguk can’t help but scoff at this comment. “Stop teasing me. We both know you’re not attracted to me.”
“Let me show you how wrong you are then.”
Before Jeongguk can ask what he means by that, Taehyung takes a step forward and drops to his knees right in front of him. He catches Jeongguk’s towel with deft fingers, pulls on it, and throws the white terrycloth toward the locker room.
“What are you d–”
His question ends in a gurgled groan when Taehyung swirls his tongue around the head of his cock. With eyes widened by surprise, Jeongguk watches as his teammate takes him into his mouth and starts bobbing his head unceremoniously.
“Shit!”
Jeongguk’s intentions were to push Taehyung away when he put his hands on said man’s shoulders, but an especially hard suck wipes his brain clean. He’s not sure if he’ll even be able to remember his own name.
“Taehyung, you…”
“What are you… Ngh.”
“Taehyung…”
He should stop Taehyung now before he loses all willpower. He really should.
Even with how his brain stutters from the pleasure, Jeongguk knows that receiving a blowjob from one of his teammates in the communal showers is a recipe for disaster. What if they are caught? What if someone—anyone—enters the locker room and sees them? And what about tomorrow? How is he going to face Taehyung?
Two digits expertly pressing just behind his sack ring the end of Jeongguk’s interrogations and struggles. Nothing else matters but the delectable pressure, hinting at something even more pleasurable.
“Fuck!!” He groans while his fingers bury themselves into Taehyung’s hair, and his hips jerk forward.
Taehyung swallows around the intrusion before leaning back until Jeongguk’s cock slips out of his mouth with a loud pop. “That’s it, Gukkie. Let me take care of you.”
He replaced his tongue with his free hand and is now stroking Jeongguk slowly while observing him through wet eyelashes. The friction, albeit different from the warmth of his mouth, feels heavenly.
He is so beautiful. And sexy. Even on his knees with a hard length a mere inch from his face, Taehyung radiates confidence and grace. There is not an ounce of shame in his gorgeous dark eyes, just pure sin.
“I’ll make you come so hard that you’re going to see stars,” he whispers with a voice made hoarse by their activities.
He is so close to Jeongguk’s hardness that his lips graze it with every word. And when his tongue makes an appearance to lick the bead of pre-come that gathered on his slit, Jeongguk whines in both hunger and frustration.
With a devious smirk, Taehyung leans forward and resumes his thrilling ministrations.
His mouth, warm and wet, feels like heaven on earth. And the way he’s using it. The way he takes Jeongguk so deep that his nose grazes the skin of his abdomen. The slow drag of his tongue along the vein running on the underside of Jeongguk’s erection with every upright move.
The suction.
Everything.
Absolutely everything.
It takes less than two minutes for Jeongguk to bite his lips in a desperate attempt to keep his orgasm at bay. He’s no virgin, far from it, but he has never been at the receiving end of such attention. Not to mention that Taehyung seems to enjoy himself as much as Jeongguk does. The pleasure on his face, coupled with his talented mouth, is running havoc on Jeongguk’s senses.
Unable to escape the immeasurable pleasure, Jeongguk reverts to his second solution: he throws his head back and focuses on the stains littering the ceiling—everything to avoid the sight of Taehyung blowing him.
He has almost regained control of his libido when the fingers still pressed against the patch of skin behind his balls slide further back. They graze his hole before slowly circling it. Equally mortified and turned on, Jeongguk squirms and wiggles. That should not feel so good. That should not. That place is not supposed to...
A pleased hum draws his attention back to the person kneeling at his feet, making him feel such wonderful sensations. Jeongguk makes the undeniable mistake of looking down and is captured by Taehyung’s eyes.
How is it possible that with his position on the floor, Jeongguk’s hands in his hair, and a cock shoved so far in his mouth that it hits the back of his throat with every bob of his head, Taehyung looks like he is in total control of the situation?
Probably because he is.
He’s playing Jeongguk as he plays with the ball on the court.
His fingers—his long, fantastic, talented fingers—never left that place. They graze the tender skin, circle it and push, retract, push, retract, every time a little harder, but they never breach Jeongguk’s rim. It’s as good as it is infuriating. And the worst part is that Jeongguk does not even understand what he is missing and why he feels so frustrated.
Anyway, he does not have the time to ponder for long on the question. The persistent flick of a wet tongue on his slit, coupled with a firm press on his hole, wrenches an orgasm out of Jeongguk. He comes with an open-mouthed groan, his thighs trembling under the intensity of his pleasure.
The last drop of his release has barely left his cock, and Taehyung is already standing. Without missing a beat, he joins their lips and invades Jeongguk’s mouth with his tongue. He pushes a liquid down Jeongguk’s throat, who swallows it instinctively. Only when the salty tang hits his taste buds does he understand what Taehyung has just done—he made him eat his own cum.
Bewildered, Jeongguk looks at his teammate as he takes a step back, who is palming his own erection, and with three quick moves, comes all over Jeongguk’s abdomen and thighs.
“God, I needed that,” Taehyung groans after a ragged breath.
He then licks his lips, presses a kiss on the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, and walks past him to enter the locker room.
“You should go take your shower now. Namjoon is probably wondering what’s taking us so long. You don’t want him to see you like that,” he says from over his shoulder. “And don’t think about it too much. It was just a blowjob.”
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Despite Taehyung’s parting comment, Jeongguk thinks of nothing else the next day. How could he not? Taehyung gave him the most amazing, incredible, mind-blowing, fantastic blowjob. The most improbable too.
Taehyung blew him away. Quite literally.
He blew him in the locker room shower.
It’s so inconceivable that Jeongguk first thought when he woke up this morning that the whole scene had been a very vivid dream brought out by his overactive imagination. Taehyung had been incredibly sexy under that shower, after all, and Jeongguk’s sleep-ridden brain latched on to this explanation. No one can blame it. Absolutely no one. Especially not its owner.
Because, even when he was wide awake to realize that what he took for a dream was,in fact,the reality, Jeongguk still finds the idea of Taehyung on his knees with his lips stretched around his length ludicrous. Absurd. Preposterous.
He also finds it very, very, very arousing.
That, at least, Jeongguk has no problem accepting. The erection which pops every time he remembers the scene in all its glorious suggestiveness too. It agrees enthusiastically. Every. Fucking. Time.
It agrees with so much vigor that, coming lunchtime, Jeongguk has to face the truth—he wants a repeat. As soon as tonight, if possible.
His wish has little chance of being granted, though.
First, because there is no way that Jeongguk will ever admit it to anybody else. Even less ask for it. And second, because he still ignores what went through Taehyung’s head when he decided that giving an out–of–the–blue, and out–of–this–world, orgasm to his teammate was a good idea.
That’s a question that still plagues his mind. If only Jeongguk could discover what triggered that specific event, he may succeed at repeating it. But no matter how hard he’s observing his new obsession, he only manages to worsen the problem in his southern region. Why is Taehyung so alluring? And why are his exuberance and general extroversion more of an incentive than a deterrent?
“Earth to Jeongguk!” Yoongi’s voice shatters his inner musings.
“Yes?” he answers automatically, not really paying attention to his teammate.
“I never saw you so out of it. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Jeongguk mumbles, looking at Taehyung from the corner of his eye.
“It does not look like nothing from where I’m standing. Maybe I’d believe you better if you stopped observing Taehyung’s every move.”
“I’m not observing him.”
“Jeongguk,” Yoongi calls again after a lengthy pause.
The soft tone of his voice is enough for Jeongguk to turn towards his friend and notice his worried expression. “What?”
“What did Taehyung do this time?”
Jeongguk feels his cheek burning. He can’t possibly tell Yoongi the truth. He will die of shame way before the first word leaves his lips.He’s also pretty sure that Taehyung will not appreciate it if their little escapade becomes publicized. Not that Yoongi is the type to rattle. But still, Jeongguk should keep all this to himself.
“No–nothing,” he stutters. “He did nothing. Why do you ask?”
“Right. Nothing,” Yoongi deadpans. His face has closed off while Jeongguk is stumbling his way through his lies, but he now looks more angry than concerned. “What did this little minx do, Jeongguk?”
“Nothing! I swear.”
“You’re an awful liar,” Yoongi grits out as he glares in Taehyung’s direction.
“Please, Yoongs. It’s nothing you have to worry about.”
For a minute, Yoongi looks like he is about to argue. But his expression softens after a last glance at Taehyung.
“Okay. You’re not a child. You’re old enough to take care of yourself. Now, try to forget Taehyung for a moment and focus. I need you to try a new move.”
Jeongguk lets out a relieved sigh while Yoongi steps away. He chances a quick look at Taehyung, who is currently in the middle of an animated discussion with Hoseok on the other side of the court. He is dribbling a ball, oblivious to the fact that death almost visited him.
It’s not even an exaggeration. Yoongi is protective like that.
“Jeongguk!”
Yoongi’s exasperated voice is loud enough to attract Taehyung’s attention. He turns towards them and notices Jeongguk already observing him. His lips stretch in a happy smile just before he winks.
If he does anything more suggestive after that, Jeongguk would not know. He has already swirled on his heels to see what Yoongi needs him for.
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I’m not waiting for him. I’m not waiting for him.
The water cascading down his shoulders does nothing to relax Jeongguk. It’s a miracle that he managed to somewhat keep his cool for as long as he and Taehyung were with their coach and teammates. It would have been too much to ask for the tension not to return with a vengeance the second they were alone.
Still, I’m not waiting for him.
Taehyung has been his usual self during the day, including their extra personal training. Maybe he has been a little less flirty with everyone else and offered Jeongguk more blinding smiles and amused winks than on any other day, but it can be wishful thinking on Jeongguk’s part.
Jeongguk should not react like that. The simple fact that he does is worrisome. Because it means that he wants to be treated differently, that he loves to be the center of Taehyung’s attention.
That if he’s still in the locker room, it’s because he waits for—
I’m not waiting for him, dammit!
Except he is. He has been waiting for Taehyung since he entered the locker room. He is waiting for him even though it’s probably for nothing. It was an isolated event—an awesome and wonderful accident, but still an accident .
Get a grip, he berates himself. Don’t overthink it. Taehyung had probably already forgotten the whole thing.
In a resigned attempt to drown his brain and prevent it from returning to the same useless tracks, Jeongguk closes his eyes and takes a step back, tilting his face toward the shower head.
For a beautiful moment, his surroundings disappear, taking his intrusive thoughts with them. With his sensory inputs limited to flashes of light and the muffled sounds of the water cascading on the tiles, Jeongguk can pretend he is in the tiny bathroom he shares with his siblings at home. Well, some details are not right, like the fact that he is blissfully alone, but it still works. He just has to pretend he scheduled his time in the bathroom with great care and managed to win ten minutes of peace.
Intimacy is something he had to forsake when they moved out of their home to rent a three-room apartment. It's something Jeongguk often mourns deeply. At least, the usually rowdy affair that is post–training showers with their shouts and laughs now have a familiar feeling rather than being unnerving and awkward.
Suddenly, the silence becomes unbearable. It’s about time he stopped daydreaming anyway as he told Jisun that he would take care of the leak in the upstairs bathroom this evening.
Emerging from under the water, Jeongguk wipes his hair back before opening his eyes to find himself in front of a very naked Taehyung.
“Hi, Jeonggukie,” the man who has just arrived says, smiling shyly when their eyes meet.
Taehyung’s somewhat timid expression derails Jeongguk’s thoughts even more than his sudden—and long-desired—appearance. He has always assumed that nervousness was a foreign concept for his extroverted teammate.
“Hi, Taehyung,” Jeongguk answers, waving his stupid hand while his stupid brain scrambles to add something else. Something that is not: suck me again, please. If you are kind enough to touch me there with your wonderful fingers, I will be forever grateful .
Opening his mouth, Jeongguk clamps it shut when the water that is still running almost chokes him. His brain proves again how useless it is by reopening his mouth a few seconds later, just for the same thing to happen again.
Luckily, Taehyung saves his sorry ass after another smile, half–amused this time.
“I was afraid you’d be gone by the time I got there.”
The confession breaks Jeongguk’s temporary mutism.
“What? Why?”
Rather than answering, Taehyung lifts an eyebrow and asks his own question.
“What do you think?”
Of course, Jeongguk’s brain jumps to a conclusion that interests him. But it can’t be the reason for Taehyung’s statement. It’s impossible.
He could have talked to you any time during the day, his bBrain points out.
And?
He waited to be alone with us.
With me. He waited to be alone with me. You’re useless. You don’t have the right to claim him.
See if I’ll release endorphins and serotonin next time he gives you a blowjob if you continue telling me I’m useless.
Brain has a point here. Its analysis of the situation is still wrong, but it has a point.
I’m happy you decided to be reasonable. Now, listen to me. You know how Taehyung is. Being surrounded by people never stopped him from saying what he wanted. There can only be one reason why he planned to have this conversation in private.
What happened yesterday doesn’t have to be the reason just because you want it to be.
For whom do you take me? For Heart? I don’t do wishful thinking. I am only interested in facts.
Yeah, you have a point.
See. Now answer him, and let’s see where it leads us.
Still, Jeongguk’s mouth remains stubbornly shut. No matter how much Brain insists, he can’t be so bold. He does not have it in him.
As the silence stretched for way too long, the water bouncing on Jeongguk’s shoulders in tiny droplets splashed onto Taehyung’s skin. It pools at his collarbone before slowly making its way down, down, down, traveling across the dips and mounts of his lean body.
Jeongguk followed the liquid on his pecs and a good part of his abdomen when he realized what he was doing.
“Ah, sorry,” he blurts as he looks away, ashamed of his lack of restraint. It’s an unsaid but shared rule that checking out your teammate under the shower is terrible behavior.
“Don’t apologize,” is Taehyung’s answer, “I love it when you’re watching me.”
His hand slowly raises to trace back the water path, mesmerizing Jeongguk. This time, he follows the finger way past Taehyung’s navel. He follows it until it encircles its owner’s length.
“That’s good, Gukkie. Watch what a single glance from you is doing to me. You have to take responsibility. You can’t look at me like you did today, not when it made me so hard. Not when I have no solution to relieve the tension.” Taehyung continues, “If I react like this even from a distance, imagine how I would unravel with your hands on my skin.”
Swallowing loudly, Jeongguk would not have been able to detach his eyes from Taehyung, even if his life depended on it.
“What do you think, Jeonggukie? Do you want to try and see what happens?”
Jeongguk nods dumbly. Of course, he wants to touch Taehyung. He missed the opportunity yesterday.
In his defense, he was a little stunned by the turn of events, and no one in their right mind could blame him for his lack of reaction during their encounter yesterday, but it’s a little different now. Jeongguk still feels entirely out of place, but he won’t let the opportunity slip this time.
Leaving his place under the shower head, he puts the pad of his index and middle fingers on his teammate’s abdomen, just under the ridge of his ribs. A delicious shiver racks Taehyung’s body, and an even more delectable moan falls from his lips.
“I knew I’d love it,” he whispers, raising heavy-lidded eyes towards Jeongguk. “Please, don’t tease me. Touch me more. I want to feel you.”
Taehyung released his member as he was talking, leaving his legs open in an invitation Jeongguk is unable to resist. Sliding his hand upward, he draws nonsensical patterns on the offered skin and leaves swirls, straight lines, and half-circles in the moisture left by the comfortable humidity.
Jeongguk is tempted to continue tracing shapes until his drawings cover every wonderful inch of Taehyung’s skin, but there is something else he has always wanted to do. He might have even dreamed about it once or twice.
More like fifteen or twenty, Brain supplies.
You don’t need to correct me every time I think of something.
Then stop kidding yourself and look at what’s right in front of you.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. Shush now! Let me enjoy this.
Brain grumbles but finally complies, letting Jeongguk focus back on what, or rather who, is in front of him.
Taehyung had closed his eyes while Jeongguk was bantering with his own mind, and judging from his expression of pure bliss, he’s happy with how things are progressing. Whether he bites his lips, shivers, or moans, every one of his responses spurs Jeongguk on.
Emboldened, he circles a nipple until it pebbles. Only then do his fingers continue their path up. Tracing along a collarbone, Jeongguk veers at the base of Taehyung’s neck, scratches lightly at his Adam’s apple, and stops there, observing the effect of his ministrations.
Ragged breaths escape Taehyung’s parted lips, his chest expanding rapidly as his long lashes flutter against his cheeks. With the way he is swaying on his feet, it looks like the only thing keeping him upright is the hand now curled under his jaw. He looks even more stunning than usual, and if Jeongguk were to believe Taehyung’s words, all of these delicious reactions were solely due to his touches.
The possibility that his teammate may be playing with him crosses Jeongguk’s mind, although he dismisses the idea quickly. Taehyung may be a tease, but he’s neither a liar nor a pushover.
It’s impulsiveness that is at the source of his behavior, not malice. Taehyung lives in a world of his own, acting without a single thought about how his conduct could be perceived and often overlooking the bewildered reactions of others.
Jeongguk finds it endearing.
You’re in love. Of course, you find it endearing.
Shut it. I can’t be in love. I’m not gay.
It sounds like Brain has something to add, but Taehyung does not give him the time to say anything. “Please, Gukkie,” he pleads.
That’s the only incentive Jeongguk needs to finally slide his fingers into Taehyung’s strands. It was his goal from the second he was allowed to lay his hand on him. His hair is as perfect as it looks, light and soft. It feels like silk, caressing Jeongguk’s palm with every movement.
God, it’s even better than what I thought it’d be.
And you thought about it a lot of time.
Rather than answering his smug brain, Jeongguk traces his way toward Taehyung’s nape, where he can’t help but seize a handful of black locks and tighten his grip. He may have dreamed about this more than once or twice, after all, and no one can blame him for taking advantage of the situation.
Even if Jeongguk already knows that he’s going to regret it.
Taehyung’s irresistible reaction will probably feature in every one of his night fantasies for the foreseeable future. There is no way that his mind will not conjure the image of Taehyung as he is at the moment: completely naked, his head bent back, and his lips moving around the most arousing sounds.
It’s a problem for later, though. If Jeongguk has to question his sexuality, he might as well enjoy the reasons behind his inevitable identity crisis first. Anyway, it’s not like he has a say on the matter. He is as unable to stop himself as he is to take his eyes off Taehyung, off the perfect arch of his body, or the way his Adam’s apple bobbles with every swallow.
A part of Jeongguk always knew that his teammate was attractive. Nonetheless, it’s only at this moment that he lets the true extent of his beauty hit him. Taehyung is not only gorgeous, handsome, and charming, but he is also ethereal. Out-of-this-world. Mystical.
He deserves to be worshipped.
“God! You’re beautiful,” Jeongguk murmurs.
Long lashes flutter open, and eyes made almost completely black by arousal plunge into his.
“I want to kiss you. Tell me I can. Please, Gukkie. Tell me I can kiss you.”
Yes, yes, you can. Please, please.
Out loud, dumbass.
“Yes,” Jeongguk whispers.
The instant his consent leaves his lips, Taehyung is on him. The man who was little more than putty in Jeongguk’s hands one second earlier is now prying his mouth open with his tongue. Refusing to see him retreating after a few seconds like he did the day before, Jeongguk grabs him by the hips before returning his kiss.
The action proves to be useless, though. Taehyung does not show the slightest intention of moving away. On the contrary. He pushes on Jeongguk’s shoulders until his back hits the tilled wall and follows shortly after, all wet and warm and perfect.
Having Taehyung pressed against him is something Jeongguk could become used to, even if the first contact between their erections makes him pause. It’s odd and foreign, but he must admit it’s also enticing. Very, very enticing. Yet, it should not feel so good to have a hard-on sliding next to his. Everything they did this evening or yesterday should send him running to the hills. Yet, Jeongguk is still here, enjoying himself.
It’s like nothing is able to truly perturb him when Taehyung is involved.
How strange. One might wonder why.
I’m not in love, Jeonguguk replies, aggravated by Brain’s insistence.
If you say so…
I say so.
Brain wants to add something, Jeongguk knows it, but a nip at his bottom lip draws his attention back to the man sharing the shower head with him.
“Shit! How can you be so perfect?” Taehyung gasps against his mouth.
Jeongguk is about to answer that Taehyung is the perfect one when he notices the fingers dancing along his spine at the small of his back. They stop at the very end of it, lingering for a moment at his tailbone before dipping lower. This time, Jeongguk knows what to expect, although that doesn't stop him from shivering when one digit presses directly on his hole.
He remembers all too well the sensation of Taehyung playing with him there. Jeongguk also remembers suspecting that he held back on him, that there was more to experience, more to feel. More pleasure. If only he gathers enough courage to take this step and ask for it.
“Taehyung…”
Well, it seems his mouth has a will of its own and decided to take things into its hands. Jeongguk can’t even blame it. Every move Taehyung makes only increases his arousal: the way he devours his lips, how his tongue probes, licks, and tastes the inside of his mouth, the maddening press of their groins... Everything is too good, too hot, for Jeongguk to still delude himself: he wants what Taehyung is hinting at.
“Please,” he pleads, this time totally in control.
A groan is pushed directly inside Jeongguk’s mouth, followed by a curse: “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Jeongguk’s first impulse is to reply that it seems only fair as Taehyung will be his—equivalent exchange or whatever—but he’s rendered speechless when the wonderful finger playing with his rim finally slips past the entrance.
Fuck .
Even if his brain is full of other expletives, praises, and pleads for more, the only thing that leaves his throat is a garbled moan.
“Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself,” Taehyung chuckles as he crooks his finger just enough to graze the first centimeter of Jeongguk’s inner wall.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You’re so tight. And hot. And look at you, already squirming. All these beautiful reactions with only one knuckle in. I wish I could watch you while you trash on three of them. I’m sure you’ll be gorgeous.”
“Yes! Yes! That!”
He wants to experience everything with Taehyung.
“We can’t, Gukkie. Don’t tempt me.”
“Why?”
“I refuse to hurt you.”
“But…” Jeongguk presses back against the hand giving him so much pleasure, whining long and high.
“Jeonggukie, I said no,” Taehyung chides before licking a large strip at the side of Jeongguk’s neck to soften the rebuttal.
“That’s… not enough. More. I want more. Please, Taetae. Please.”
“God. Do you have the slightest idea of what you’re doing to me? Pleading so sweetly.”
A tiny, tiny part of Jeongguk is bothered by how unhinged he feels. Still, most of his being is all too happy to enjoy every sensation, new or old, even if their intensity almost overwhelms him.
Lifting trembling hands, he puts them on Taehyung’s chest, as much for support than for the sake of touching him.
“Taehyungie...”
“Listen to you, playing dirty,” Taehyung groans. “You’re lucky I’m used to resisting you. What if I give in? What if you can’t walk tomorrow? Do you want to explain to Namjoon or Yoongi why you’re limping?”
“I don’t care,” Jeongguk retorts stubbornly.
It’s the unaltered truth. He does not care. At all. At this moment, only two things truly matter: the kisses currently peppered on his throat, jaw and lips, and the digit circling his entrance.
And also the man making him feel so out-of-hand.
That’s three things.
Just shut up, Brain!
“Do you trust me?”
The yes is already at the tip of his tongue when Jeongguk notices Taehyung’s expression. Despite his blown-out pupils, there is some gravity in the depth of his eyes. It is a real question, and the least Jeongguk can do is answer it as earnestly as possible.
“Of course, I trust you.”
“Even with that?”
Jeongguk takes one second to mull it over and proves to Taehyung that he’s serious.
“Even with that,” he murmurs before adding in a lower tone, “Especially with that.”
Taehyung’s sharp intake of air should not sound so gratifying. Just like the flash of satisfaction in his eyes. Or the hard kiss he bestows on Jeongguk’s lips before saying, “Turn around before I lose my mind and take you here and now.”
For a fleeting moment, Jeongguk does not move. It’s like the images invoked by Taehyung’s last words have short-circuited the connection between his brain and limbs. He wants that. He never really thought about it before, never saw the appeal, but now…
Now he wants it like he never wanted anything else.
“No way, Gukkie,” Taehyung says sternly when Jeongguk opens his mouth. “Just let me take care of you. I promise you’ll like it.”
This time, Jeongguk complies and turns away.
“Good boy,” Taehyung cooes. “Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs for me.”
Mortified by the request, Jeongguk turns his head back and looks at Taehyung from above his shoulder.
“Trust me?” Taehyung asks again when Jeongguk keeps watching him without a word, biting his lips nervously.
The flicker of doubt in his eyes eradicates Jeongguk’s embarrassment. Taehyung should never be anything but sure of himself. Facing the wall again, he puts his hand on the tiles and parts his legs.
“What now?” he inquires when Taehyung starts kneading his ass with both hands.
“Now, you stay like that and enjoy yourself.”
From the corner of his eyes, Jeongguk sees Taehyung kneeling down and disappearing behind him.
“What are you- ngh.” The end of his sentence is lost in a broken grunt.
“That’s right, Gukkie. Moan for me.”
Any protest Jeongguk may have dies on his lips the second Taehyung licks him a second time. Then a third. Very quickly, a finger joins the tongue at his entrance, and the two appendages take turns slipping past his rim, thrusting further with every back and fore.
For the next few seconds—unless it is minutes—Jeongguk does his best to swallow back moans and whimpers. What Taehyung is doing is unsanitary and more than a little embarrassing, but it’s also too arousing for Jeongguk to care. He’s sure no intelligible word would leave his mouth even if he tried to object.
Taehyung crooking his finger inside him wipes Jeongguk’s brain clean of any thought. The wave of pleasure is so sudden and powerful that Jeongguk believes that he came on the spot, untouched. Bending his head between his arms, he discovers that’s not the case. He’s still hard. Very, very hard. His length stands in its nest of black curls, the head a deep red and precum beading at the slit.
The truth is that he is so hard that it hurts. Jeongguk is so close to his release that the simple thought of one of them touching him makes his cock throb and more precum slide along his member. Still, that’s not what he wants.
That’s not what he asks for: “More.”
A grunt—another one—echoes in the shower, reverberating on the walls. “You’re killing me, Gukkie. I never thought you’d like it so much.”
Jeongguk himself never suspected that he’d like it. Well, he did not spend a lot of time thinking about it either and probably wouldn’t let anyone but Taehyung touch him like this, but that’s not what Jeongguk wants to focus on at the moment. He’ll question himself and what his behavior means later. Or never.
Count on it. I won’t let you hide from it.
Brain’s comment does not deserve an answer, especially since Taehyung chooses this moment to suck on Jeongguk’s rim. Two fingers press where there was only one a few seconds earlier, asking for entrance. They push together, softly at first, then a little more firmly, until they breach Jeongguk open. They do not stop here, though. Taehyung continues pressing and licking until his hand is flush against Jeongguk’s ass, caressing his tailbone with his thumb.
“You should see yourself,” he says, his voice deep and low. “You open up so beautifully. I’m gonna dream of it for months. Would you be mad at me if I use this image when I touch myself? I’m sure I’ll see stars every time with how hard I’ll come.”
Of course, Jeongguk does not have a single complaint. He’s not able to voice them, anyway. He’s too far gone. If he thought he was hard before, it is nothing compared to how he throbs when he imagines Taehyung sprawled in his bed late at night, stroking his erection with him in his mind. The heat in Jeongguk’s groin is almost unbearable, even though neither he nor Taehyung touched his cock.
The situation somewhat worsens when the fingers inside him start a scissoring motion, stretching him. Taehyung takes his time, using slow but sure movements, and Jeongguk feels himself loosening up despite the overwhelming need to come.
“How is it, Jeonggukkie? Good?”
Jeongguk nods.
“Do you want to feel even better?”
Another nod, born from instinct. At this instant, Jeongguk would have accepted anything Taehyung suggests.
“Don’t move, then.”
Putting his free hand on Jeongguk’s hip for balance, Taehyung stands up. As he does so, he turns his wrist and grazes something inside Jeongguk that makes him shiver uncontrollably.
“Told you so,” Taehyung almost sing-songs, his breath hitting the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. “Have you ever touched yourself there?”
A half-moan, half-whine is the sole answer Jeongguk is able to form.
“What a shame seeing how you enjoy it.”
“Don’t... Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to. I want to see you come. Are you going to come for me?”
Jeongguk’s first impulse is to nod—he even starts to—but he ends up shaking his head.
“No?” Taehyung asks, his hand leaving Jeongguk’s hips to trail up his erection. “Are you sure? It looks painful.”
It is. The need to come is deliciously agonizing, and under any other circumstance, Jeongguk would have jumped over the cliff without the slightest hesitation. But not now.
Grabbing Taehyung’s wrist, he stops him before he can wrap his hand around his length.
“I want to wait,” he gasps and, surprising even himself, and adds, “I want to come with you inside me.”
Close as they are, Jeongguk senses the second Taehyung freezes behind him. He tenses, too, worried that he has gone too far. Taehyung never said he wanted to sleep with him. For all that he knows, the whole thing is nothing more than some twisted favor Taehyung decides to grant the poor awkward and introverted Jeongguk.
His thoughts have started plunging down and they would have continued if Taehyung did not stop them by announcing in a strained voice: “We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“We have no lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t until now. I trust you. Maybe you can continue to... lick me.” Just voicing it makes Jeongguk blush.
Taehyung’s fingers vanish from inside him,leaving behind an unpleasant emptiness, to reappear on his right hip. One second later, his forehead thumps between Jeongguk’s shoulder blades.
“Stop testing my resolve, Gukkie. I don’t have so much willpower. Do you know how many times I dreamed of it? Of taking you? Of making you mine?”
“Tell me.”
“Too many to count them. Too many to even dare to admit it.”
That catches Jeongguk’s attention.
Kim Taehyung dreamed of him. Several times.
Perfect, funny, dashing, loved-by-everyone Kim Taehyung dreamed of Jeongguk’s plain and boring self.
It’s impossible.
Jeongguk swirls on his heels, dislodging the hands placed on his hips in the process. He already misses their contact but he can’t have this conversation facing the wall. Maybe he’ll find an acceptable explanation in Taehyung’s expression.
When he sees nothing but honesty and some trace of bashfulness, Jeongguk blurts, “But.. why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you dream of me?”
Taehyung laughs once, sounding bewildered. “How oblivious can you be?”
From anyone else, Jeongguk would have been offended by the comment, but it’s Taehyung, and he’d never been able to be angry at him. He looks at him wide-eyed, pleading silently for a better answer.
“I love you, idiot,” Taehyung finally says.
This time, Jeongguk’s silence is due to shock rather than a conscious decision to make Taehyung talk. That can’t be true. It’s probably a joke. It’s not funny, but rather a somewhat cruel joke, but it’s still more plausible than Taehyung being in love with him.
His expression must show his stunned skepticism because Taehyung starts speaking again.
“Will you believe me if I tell you that it takes all that I have not to be glued to your side every moment of every day? That if I listened to myself, I would always be next to or watching you, one way or another?”
“Will you believe me if I say that every time I succeed at making you laugh, I feel like I win an important match? That’s even better since we win more often.”
“But, you’re always flirting with everyone,” Jeongguk says eventually. He does not intend to, but his voice sounds reproachful, even to his own ears.
Taehyung’s face contorts in something resembling embarrassment.
“Not my brightest idea, but you never showed any sign that you were interested in something more than friendship with me. That was the only way I found to keep my sentiments to myself, like a distraction. You don’t seem to understand how irresistible you are.”
Jeongguk can’t help but scoff at that. “I’m no one special.”
Taehyung steps in his direction and, after one second of hesitation, takes his hand in his.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You are special.”
Jeongguk shrugs, not convinced at all. Taehyung is special, not him. He is perfect and wonderful and everything someone can dream of.
“Believe me, Gukkie,” Taehyung almost pleads, like he wants to convince him, like what Jeongguk thinks of himself is vital to him. “If I have a say in the matter, you’d be the only person I look at. You’re already the only one I think about.”
I want that. I want to be the center of his universe. His certainty startles Jeongguk. Where does it come from?
I may have an explanation, but you refuse to listen to me.
I’m not in love. And I’m not gay.
The silence that follows his last statement is deafening. Jeongguk can see Brain lifting an eyebrow and pointedly looking at their nakedness and the hand surrounding his own.
I’m not. It’s him. It’s Taehyung. He’s different. I...
… love him, Brain finishes for Jeongguk when he trails off, not knowing how he wants to end his sentence.
Taehyung watched Jeongguk closely during his little conversation with Brain. With each passing second, the spark of hope in his eyes loses its shine. After a long silence, a pained smile stretches his lips as Taehyung releases his hold on Jeongguk.
“Okay. It’s not like I did not know that confessing will change anything. I hope it’s not going to make things awkward between us. I would hate for my feelings to make you uncomfortable. I’m gonna —“
Suddenly, the hurt in Taehyung’s eyes is too much for Jeongguk to bear. He reacts without a single care about the consequences: leaning in, he cuts Taehyung mid-sentence by kissing him, then swallows the surprised gasp and maybe one or two half-formed words before slipping his tongue between parted lips.
Besides this initial reaction of surprise, Taehyung remains motionless long enough for Jeongguk to believe he made another mistake. He is about to back away when Taehyung comes out of his shock. Trembling fingers go up to cup Jeongguk’s jaw while soft lips finally start moving.
They kiss unhurriedly, in complete contrast to their previous ones, the soft glide of their tongues enough to satiate the two men.
Well, it’s enough for the moment. Jeongguk is certain it will not last—submissive is not Taehyung’s natural state—and he intends to enjoy the slower pace while he can. What’s happening is too big, too important for him to mess this up.
The larger–than–life presence of his teammate has always been overwhelming,and it was worse these last two days, but it seems different now. Rather than feeling constantly wrong–footed and out–of–his–league, Jeongguk has the sensation that, at this instant, he retains a modicum of control. That’s good. He is going to need it.
Initiating their kiss was a decision taken in the spur of the moment, but it was the first time since they met that Jeongguk took the lead. He thought Taehyung would resist the change in their dynamic, but he surprised him by showing a glimpse of himself he had kept hidden until now.
His lips may taste like lust and devotion, but under it, under the usual confidence he sports like a second skin, there is the flavor of doubt. It shows in the way the hands on Jeongguk’s face are still shaking, in the way Taehyung does not try to deepen the kiss.
Something settles in Jeongguk at this instant. Something fragile that usually hides from the full blast of Taehyung’s fiery demeanor and can only bloom under a softer glow. Something that has the potential to become beautiful.
If Jeongguk nurtures it.
It’s a step he’s not sure he’s ready to take. For too many reasons to count. But Taehyung is in his arms, tense and obviously waiting for a sign that his feelings are returned.
Jeongguk wishes that he knows how to help him, what to say to stop his shivering.
Stop being stubborn. You know what he needs.
I can’t.
You can’t? No ‘I’m not in love’ this time? Are you finally done lying to yourself?
So what if he is in love? Not that he’s confessing it, but let’s say he is for the sake of it. That’s not like Jeongguk can have a relationship with Taehyung. He does not have the time for that, and Taehyung probably will get tired of him when he realizes how boring Jeongguk is and what kind of life he really leads. And even more important: he is not gay, dammit!
Fine. You’re not gay if that’s what bothers you. But listen to that: you said yourself that everything is different with Taehyung, so you may be Taesexual.
Brain has a point. Jeongguk has never been attracted to other men, he never even entertained the thought. Never. The problem is that, given the present situation, he is forced to admit that’s not the case anymore. He desires Taehyung. More than anything else. It would be difficult to argue otherwise with how hard he is, or with the way he yearns for Taehyung’s lips, tongue, and fingers.
Feeding off his own reservations, Jeongguk lets himself have what he’s craving for. His kisses turn hungry, and he imagines how it would be to become the center of Taehyung’s world, to have him at his side whenever he wants, to be able to share more instants like this one.
Longing surges in Jeongguk at the mere thought. A wave so strong that its intensity should surprise him.
It should.
But it does not.
How could anyone not be thrilled in his situation? It’s Taehyung he is thinking about. Lovely, flawless Taehyung. Taehyung, who is in Jeongguk’s arms, wet and naked, entirely vulnerable and all the more irresistible for it.
His arousal reignites, burning hot. No matter his confusion, no matter that he would probably regret it later, something remains undeniable. He wants Taehyung. He wants him despite what he is. Or because of it. Losing time on these interrogations seems useless. Jeongguk does not have more answers now than ten minutes ago, so he abandons himself to his body’s demands. He will have the opportunity to sort his thoughts later, once alone in his bed.
For the next few minutes, hands roam on warm skin, movements more and more frantic with each passing second, while they keep kissing and devouring each other mouths. How can it seem so natural, so good? And why does it feels like there is no limit to what Jeongguk would do when it involves Taehyung?
Two hands landing on his ass are the last straw for Jeongguk’s restraint. He can’t take it anymore and wrenches his mouth free to gasp directly against Taehyung’s lips, “I want you.”
“I already told you no, Jeongguk.”
“We can use some shower gel. Or the lotion Jimin keeps in his locker.”
“The lube is not the problem.”
“But…” Jeongguk starts, the distress evident in his tone, “You said you did not want to hurt me. You won’t hurt me if we use Jimin’s lotion.”
When Taehyung remains silent, chewing on his lips, he adds, “Unless you lied.”
“No! I never lied to you. You have to believe me.”
“Then why? If you want me. Why can’t we go all the way?”
“The lube is not the only reason for my refusal, Gukkie. And before you start thinking that you’re lacking, let me tell you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. It’s just that...” Taehyung trails off for one second, “I have to protect myself.”
“I will never hurt you,” Jeongguk blurts. He’d rather cut one of his limbs than be the one responsible for the loss of Taehyung’s smiles.
“I know. Not willingly at least. It does not mean you’re not going to do it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I love you, Jeongguk,” Taehyung explains patiently. “I’ve loved you for a long time now. I’m glad we are friends, and even though I still hope that our relationship will evolve one day, I’m used to what we have together, and I refuse to jeopardize it. We can mess around like we did yesterday without my stupid heart taking things for what they’re not. But that... Taking you... That’s not messing around anymore. I can’t do that and act as if nothing happened.”
Are you done being a coward? Tell him, you idiot! He’s spilling his guts here.
Jeongguk does not need Brain insulting him to understand that keeping silent is not an option. He still can’t fathom what he will say, but that does not prevent him from opening his mouth. He has to say something. Taehyung deserves an answer as heartfelt and honest as the confession he just gave him.
“What are you still doing here, you two?”
Namjoon’s voice has the same effect as a bucket of icy water on Jeongguk. Unable to align two consecutive thoughts, even less talk, he looks at Taehyung with wide eyes.
His teammate does not seem to have the same problem because he leans back and shouts, “Sorry, coach! It’s my fault. We’re almost done!”
“Hurry up! I want to go home before nine for once. You have five more minutes.”
Still frozen on his spot, Jeongguk listens to Namjoon’s retreating footsteps, relieved that their coach did not come all the way to the shower room. Even Taehyung would have difficulties explaining how close they are to each other. Or the boners they are still sporting despite the interruption.
Barely breathing, they wait for the door to click shut, then Taehyung smiles, unbothered, and wraps his long fingers around Jeongguk’s length.
“We still have time to finish, but we must be quick.”
He starts stroking him slowly, completely oblivious to the fact that Jeongguk is still struck between shock and arousal. Worse than that, Taehyung has the nerve to look completely unfazed when Jeongguk is swaying on his feet, drunk on desire.
“What do you want, Gukkie?” he asks as he tightens his grip.
The answer escapes Jeongguk without conscious thought. “You. I want you.”
Taehyung chuckles before leaning forward and biting lightly at Jeongguk’s bottom lip. “My answer is still the same. And anyway, we don’t have the time.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“But I do. With everything you did and just said. I don’t want to be the only one enjoying myself.”
Jeongguk still ignores what he intends to do with what he learned. What he knows, however, is that he needs to share this moment with Taehyung. And not like it’s some kind of favor. He needs it to be an actual exchange.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, and his smile turns mischievous. “I’ve got an idea. Turn around.”
Even without being on borrowed time, Jeongguk would have immediately obeyed. He remembers all too well the pleasure he received less than an hour ago when Taehyung gave him the same exact instruction.
Putting back his hands on the tiles, he spreads his thighs while Taehyung grabs him by the hips and whispers in his ear, “Not this time, love. I need you to tighten them.”
Jeongguk complies, eager to discover what Taehyung has in mind. Whatever his plans are, it’ll be glorious. He’s sure of it. Arching his back when Taehyung prompts him to, he waits with increasing impatience for his next move.
“Here I go,” Taehyung announces as he guides his cock between Jeongguk’s cheeks.
He does not try to enter him, though—despite what Jeongguk initially thinks—but continues his advance in the gap formed by Jeongguk’s thighs, the head rubbing along his perineum until it bumps against the back of his balls.
Taehyung stays here for one second before withdrawing and pushing back more forcefully. At the fourth thrust, Jeongguk accompanies the movement by squeezing his legs together.
“Yes! That’s its love,” Taehyung croons while reaching around to grab Jeongguk’s erection. “Do you think you can come for me in less than five minutes?”
Jeongguk nods enthousiastely. It will not be a problem at all. He is so hard that it’s a miracle he did not come the moment Taehyung touched him.
He teeters on the edge of the precipice, the slide of Taehyung’s length against his hole, the occasional catch on his rim, and the press of the blunt head against the skin of his scrotum pushing him closer and closer to the cliff.
But what really makes Jeongguk see stars is the uninterrupted flow of filthy words Taehyung pours into his ear.
“Hurry up. I want to see you come. I want to see the proof of the pleasure I’m giving you disappear into the drain.”
“Next time, I want to suck you again. And make you eat your cum like I did yesterday. Or I’ll use it as lube and finger you until you beg.”
“And imagine what I could do to you with a bed and all the time in the world. Do you know what a dry orgasm is? It can be painful, but the pleasure is so intense that it is worth it.”
And if this litany, as well as the increasingly erratic grinding of Taehyung’s cock between his thighs, are not enough to make Jeongguk lose the last dregs of his control, the fingers dancing along his hard-on do the job.
White splatters the bottom of the wall and the floor as a choked cry leaves his throat.
“Oh yes! That’s it. What I wanted to see,” he hears Taehyung groaning while he thrusts one last time.
Hot liquid spreads on Jeongguk’s sensitive skin a short moment later, followed by another grunt. His mind still reeling from his and Taehyung’s orgasm, he observes the globs of cum being washed away into the drain.
“God, Gukkie! That was good,” Taehyung says from behind him after a few seconds. He then kisses Jeongguk’s spine tenderly and takes a step back, taking his warmth with him.
He stops there, both hands still on Jeongguk, adding nothing.
He’s waiting for me to say or do something , Jeongguk realizes.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he thinks about it, his muddled brain cannot find anything appropriate. What can you say to a teammate who just gave you an incredible orgasm? A teammate who confessed to loving you.
“See you tomorrow, Gukkie,” Taehyung finally murmurs when the silence stretches for too long, his cheerful tone laced with a silver of dejection.
He then swiftly disappears into the locker room, leaving Jeongguk alone with his thoughts. Unable to move, he listens to his teammate while he dries himself and puts his clothes on.
I love him.
The truth of this statement hits him like one of Namjoon’s powerful charges. What a fool he is. To think that he has a say in the matter. To think Taehyung would let him have the choice.
Next time, you’ll listen to me sooner. It will save our Taehyung from the heartache, Brain provides uselessly.
My Taehyung , Jeongguk corrects. There is no way he is going to share him.
🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀
Hidden in the gymnasium storeroom, Jeongguk watches Namjoon waving at Taehyung before heading toward his office. That’s the moment he has waited for the whole day. The moment he can finally be alone with Taehyung without any risk of being interrupted.
He tried to talk to him earlier that day but ended up babbling so miserably that it drew Jimin and Yoongi’s attention. Of course, they asked what was happening, and Jeongguk withdrew, followed by Taehyung’s curious eyes. It was out of question to confess anything in front of anyone else.
Jeongguk did not make any other attempts, biding his time, even if the pain he glimpsed in his teammate’s expression every time their eyes met made him wish he were less introverted, less awkward. He’s not sure anyone else noticed the change in Taehyung, but for Jeongguk, it was definitely obvious. Taehyung’s smiles were less bright, his steps less springy, and he had not reached out as often as usual, sending lonely vibes even in the middle of their friends.
Jeongguk knows that he is responsible for this change, but there is nothing he can do with all the people around them. No matter how hard he berated himself, his courage wavers every time he took a step in Taehyung’s direction.
That’s why Jeongguk leaves his hideout as soon as Namjoon disappears behind the door leading to his office. He can’t let his teammate suffer more than he already did.
Walking as fast as possible, Jeongguk rushes into the locker room. The click of the door echoes in the otherwise silent room when it closes behind him. The place is empty except for Taehyung’s clothes carelessly thrown on one of the benches.
Without taking a second to give himself a reason to back off, Jeongguk goes to his locker, opens it, and digs in his jeans pocket for the object he put here this morning. He then heads directly toward the shower room. He stops at the threshold, still fully clothed, and waits for Taehyung to notice him.
It does not take long. Less than thirty seconds after Jeongguk’s arrival, Taehyung twists to grab the shampoo bottle and catches sight of him standing at the entrance.
“You know you have to be naked to take a shower, don’t you?”
“Ah, yes…” Jeongguk trails off, the plastic in his hands almost burning him.
It’s now or never. They are alone for the foreseen future. Nothing can stop him. Jeongguk has waited for this moment since he woke up this morning. He just has to open his mouth and say the little speech he has prepared all day. Sadly, it seems that even something as simple as that is more than he can manage.
“I’m not going to jump you if it’s what’s scaring you, Jeongguk. Not if you don’t want to. You don’t have to look like a deer caught in the headlights.”
There is a whole world of hurt under the dismissive tone Taehyung is using.
Just show him what you have in your hands, you useless idiot!!! Brain orders.
Fumbling with the bottle, Jeongguk puts it in front of him, the label on full display for Taehyung to read. For one second, his teammate looks puzzled, then he frowns, his eyes going from Jeongguk’s to the bottle.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” he asks prudently.
Still unable to speak, Jeongguk nods.
“Are you sure? And I need to hear you say it out loud, Gukkie.”
“I am. I want to try. With you.”
The words have barely left his throat that Taehyung throws himself into his arms, completely wet and naked. Jeongguk is so fast to embrace him that the bottle falls from his hand with a thud. He opens his mouth to complain about it, but Taehyung does not give him the time.
He is already kissing him, full of teeth and passion, and Jeongguk forgets everything that is not his wonderful newfound boyfriend.
🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀
One month later.
“We did it!!” Jimin is shouting, jumping up and down, while Hoseok is dancing around the benches. His exclamation is followed by whooping and a fresh round of applause.
“You played well,” Namjoon affirms. “I’m proud of you. It was a good match.”
A very good match indeed, Jeongguk thinks. One that sends their team to the national finals.
No wonder the atmosphere in the locker room is electric. They all worked so hard to achieve this, Jeongguk more than anyone else.
It was worth all the efforts, all the hardships. Today, a recruiter approached him at the end of the game. The man gave him his business card after announcing that he was working for a prestigious team. He even insisted that Jeongguk take a copy of their standard contract to study once at home.
He does not need to read the document to know that this offer—if it becomes a reality—will change not only his life but also his whole family’s, no matter what it contains.
“That was a recruiter with you earlier?” Jeongguk hears whispering just behind him.
Turning his head, he meets the eyes of his boyfriend. With a shy smile, he nods.
“A good team?”
“One of the best.”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to smile. “We will have two things to celebrate tonight, then.”
“Nothing is signed yet.”
“I would not worry if I were you. Of course, they want you. You’re a damn good player.”
Despite his efforts, Jeongguk blushes. He is still not used to the praises Taehyung is showering him with on a daily basis. The praises and the little intentions. Being loved by Taehyung and loving him is the best thing that happened to Jeongguk, even better than being approached by a recruiter.
“Taehyung! Jeongguk!” Jin exclaims from his position next to Namjoon, shattering the little bubble the two lovers share. “Don’t stay on the sideline. You deserve to be carried around in triumph. The both of you were incredible today.”
His blush intensifying, Jeongguk follows his boyfriend when he takes a step forward.
“What can I say? Teamwork makes the dream work,” Taehyung answers simply.
“And what teamwork you showed us. We were all bluffed. Namjoon was right to give you extra training in those last weeks.”
“Some may wonder how you managed to improve so much in so little time,” Yoongi intervenes. “You need to give us some pointers.”
“I’m sure you don’t want to know,” Taehyung sing songs, his expression the one of the cat who got the cream.
“Let us decide on that,” is Yoongi’s reply.
With a shrug and a smirk that does not bode well for Jeongguk, Taehyung turns on his heels, grabs him by the jersey, and crashes their lips together. Their kiss is full of teeth and tongue, and several disgruntled shouts echo in the room, but Jeongguk is unable to do more than clutch at Taehyung’s waist and enjoy the ride.
It lasts less than twenty seconds, but the exchange makes him breathless. Breathless and turned–on, In the middle of the locker room, surrounded by their whole team and coaches. His face burning, Jeongguk looks at his feet while Taehyung says, all too pleased with himself, “I told you that you would not want to know.”