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“Ahh ahhh hy-hyung, faster.” Jeongguk moans as the man on top of him thrusts into him, making him see stars behind his eye lids.
“So tight, baby. You are just so tight. How did I get this lucky?” His groans, hiding his face in Jeongguk's neck.
Jeongguk pulls him in for a heated kiss, his hands gripping the man's dark hair at his nape, his hole involuntarily squeezing as the other's dick moves in and out.
“I'm- I'm not going to last.” Jeongguk chokes out, desperately rolling his hips so he can meet the hard thrusts.
The dark haired man lifts Jeongguk's leg and places it on his shoulder, the new position giving him easy access to fuck him right.
Jeongguk grips the sheets, twisting them in his grip and with a shout he comes all over himself, the man on top of him coming inside him a second later, as he licks Jeongguk's cum off of his abs.
~~~
With a start Jeongguk wakes up, and everything feels disoriented for a second.
He is panting, and he can feel the sweaty shirt clinging to his body.
He also feels sticky in between his legs, and once his brain has woken up enough for him to understand what happened, he groans loudly, covering his eyes with his right arm.
He came in his pants. Again.
This was fourth time in a week, and he is dying out of embarrassment.
He is dreaming of a man fucking him senseless every day.
But the thing is, just as Jeongguk wakes up, he forgets the man.
He can still listen to his smooth but deep voice, he can feel the phantom touches, the way his asshole clenches around nothing, but he can't remember the man that fucks him like there is no tomorrow.
Jeongguk always wakes up with soiled pants and a feeling of loss every time.
It is as if he has lost something very dear to him. As if someone stole away and important part of him.
The thing is, he does not to who to consult about this. He can not exactly go around telling people that he dreams of a man making him cum so hard that and fucks so good that he can not walk without wincing.
He sighs as he wakes up, scrunching his nose in disgust as he feels his own cum cooling off in his sweat pants.
He quite literally jumps to the washroom and washes himself off, guiltyly touching himself in the shower thinking about the man in his dreams.
ᯓ★
“Jimin hyung, a coffee for me too, please.” He asks his co-worker as soon as he takes his designated seat in his work place.
He works as a data analyst for a start up company. The staff are of a small number, and Jeongguk was stunned to see that they were all pretty casual with each other.
Of course, the shy, introvert person he was, he took his time warming up with everyone.
And Jimin was the first one to make a small talk, and they bonded over the fact that they both are from the same city. Busan.
Jeongguk has been working in this company for six months now, and he can say that he is pretty satisfied with his job.
Everything is going well. He sends some money to home. Buys and eats whatever he wants, and saves some for the future.
Finance vise, he is stable.
The only thing concerning him is his weird dreams, and he can not wait for the day they stop.
As much as he has amazing orgasms, he can not keep on doing this.
“Here, your coffee.” Jimin says, snapping him of his thoughts.
“Thank you, hyung.” He says sweetly, smiling in gratitude.
“Are you not sleeping well? You look tired. Is something bothering you?” His colleague asks, taking a sip of his own coffee.
And Jeongguk is so close to blurting out the truth. The weird but hot dreams he has been having and the mysterious man from his dreams who Jeongguk feels like he is familiar, and yet he is not.
Jeongguk does not understand how and what is happening, but as the days pass, he is starting to get worried.
“Its nothing hyung. I'm not able to sleep properly. I'm just craving for a long-” he stops mid sentence, taking a huge sip of his coffee. “and i mean looong weekend.” He finishes.
Jimin chuckles. “I mean, same. I just wanna sleep continuously for four days straight. Why is adulting so hard.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, sighing. “Tell me about it.”
Soon, they are sucked into work, and Jeongguk too, for a few hours forgets about his little problem, but as he gets home after work, and cooks himself dinner, he starts dreading his sleep.
If he sleeps, he dreams. And while the dream is hot and steamy, it is also scary and confusing.
He does not want to sleep and wake up all disoriented and covered in his own filth.
Jeongguk wants to get to know why is this happening to him, but he is near a dead end.
Who to ask? What to ask? Who will help him?
These thoughts constantly run in his mind and with those same frightening thoughts he slips into dream land, dreading his future.
ᯓ★
The next morning when the wakes up, he realises that he came in his pants yet again.
The sheets are wet with his sweat and his hair sticks to his forehead. He feels parched, and he gulps, desperately wanting to sooth his dry throat.
He knows he dreamt again. He remembers it all. But today, his dream was different.
He dreamt of a wedding hall, built in a cemetery and all the wedding guests wearing white with blood splashes over their clothes.
The funny thing is, Jeongguk is one of the guests and he was watching with a manic smile as the groom butchers his bride and walks up to Jeongguk and swoops him into a searing kiss.
The office worker brushes off the dream, thinking it as one of his many consequences of his tireless sleep.
Jeongguk slowly gets off the mattress and starts his morning routine.
While he is getting ready, his mind keeps playing glimpses of his dreams, and he feels tired and tired by every passing second.
He must be looking like shit though, because as soon as he drops into his seat Jimin comes to him, coffee in his hands.
“You look like crap.” Jimin says in lieu of greeting.
“Thanks.” Jeongguk snorts. “Feel like it too.” He takes a sip of the coffee, humming in pleasure as it eases some of his throbbing headache.
“Why? Something is wrong with you these days and you are not telling me. I thought I was your hyung?” Jimin fake pouts, clutching his heart for an extra dramatic measure.
Jeongguk waves him off, rolling his eyes. “Just get on to work. You are annoying me.”
Jimin gasps. “I practically raised you. Is this how you express your gratitude to me?”
Jeongguk scoffs, booting on his computer. “Please you have barely known me for six months.”
Jimin kicks him in the shins, making his way to his own chair. “Same thing, you brat.”
Jeongguk sighs, finishing off his coffee. While he knows his is being a brat, he is thankful for Jimin. Admittedly, his mood has lighten up, and for once, he does not think about his weird but hot dreams he has been having.
Jeongguk gets pulled into his work, and it is a busy day. Meetings after meetings with his clients, briefing and reporting sessions with his boss, and small little washroom breaks here and there, and before Jeongguk knows, it's already way past noon.
He was so busy and invested that he did not even get to have lunch. When Jimin tried to pull him to the office cafeteria, he sent the elder away, claiming he has to finish the work deadline.
Jimin did not disturb him since then, and Jeongguk regrets not grabbing a bite as his stomach is now grumbling at him.
It's way past his lunch time. Two hours more and then he will be home. While he is hungry, he also does not want to have his meal now.
So he decides on having a small snack with hopefully another cup of coffee.
His headache is back again, and he feels like he is made of a bag of stones. Heavy and awkward in his own body.
He drags himself towards the cafeteria, taking in the leftovers of the lunch still on.
There are no people in sight, and he makes his way to their dessert refrigerator.
This is a thing in their office. The staff forms little groups, and every week each group must buy the whole office staff some sorts of sweets or pastries.
They all pool their money together, and while at first Jeongguk thought it was weird, he now sees the hype.
Today they have blueberry cheesecake and lemon tarts. While they are not Jeongguk's absolute favourites, he can make it work.
He plates the pastries and whips himself up a cup of coffee, sitting on his favourite table and finally taking the much needed break.
He scrolls through his phone, checking messages from his mother and family group chat.
As he was answering for a text message, his mobile suddenly vibrates, signalling him of an incoming call.
He is so startled that he almost jumps off the chair, mobile slipping from his hands.
He does not usually get calls. If someone does call, it's either Jimin or his mother.
He is just a loser in the big big city of Seoul with no life.
So, obviously, to get a call to his phone scares him a little.
He thinks of letting the call go to voicemail, as he is not keen on answering unknown numbers. But it might be something important. So with shaking fingers he accepts the call, taking in a deep breath and croaking out a chocked “hello.”
“Hi.” A very deep and manly voice sounds from other side. “I'm Kim Taehyung, and i have booked your wedding hall for a wedding on 25th of February. I wanted to cancel that, as we are not going forward with it. I'm sorry for the last minute change, and I can reimburse your loss if you have any.”
The man speaks so fast that Jeongguk does not even get a chance to respond that he have got the wrong number.
“Uh… hello?” The voice sounds again, and Jeongguk feels an unexpected twist in his gut.
He feels like he has heard this voice before.
“Hello? Is anyone there on the line?” The man speaks, and this time he speaks as if he is slightly irritated. So Jeongguk clears his throat, taking a deep breath to answer.
“Um hi, Tae– Taehyung-ssi? I think you have got the wrong number. This is not your wedding agency. I'm just an ordinary office worker.”
For some reason, Jeongguk wants to keep on talking with the stranger, but he shuts his mouth, holding his breath for the answer from another side.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the man speaks again.
“Oh. Uh…” he trails off. Jeongguk can listen the rustle of papers and clicking of a keyboard through the phone speaker, as if the stranger is sorting through some stationary. “Um, I'm sorry. I think i misdialed a number or something. I'm so sorry for distributing you Mr…?”
“Ah. I'm Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk.”
“Right. I apologise for the disturbance Jeongguk-ssi. I will take my leave now. Thank you and have a good day.”
“It's al–”
Before Jeongguk can finish his sentence, the line is cut, the phone beeping, signalling the end of the call.
Jeongguk sighs, shrugging and keeping his phone away.
He thinks of various reasons of why this one Kim Taehyung was cancelling a marriage.
Is it his own or somebody else's? Was there any mishap? If it was his, why would he cancel the wedding just a few days before the ceremony?
Thoughts like this swirl in his brain as he continues eating his late afternoon snack.
One thing is sure though. Jeongguk feels like the man is familiar to him. The voice. He heard that voice before, but he can not for the love of all things above put a finger on it.
The remaining day passes of in a blur, working sucking Jeongguk back in.
He forgets about the phone call, the sexy dreams he has been having, and all the other worriers except for his deadline.
It is just one of those days where he is insanely busy. Too busy to think.
But the moment he steps into his home and looks at the laundry he did in the morning, the pants which he spoiled, things come back again.
He ordered some take out as he was too tired to make a decent meal.
He switches on his television as he waits for the food in hopes of forgetting things. But when the main leads kiss and a sex scene starts, he is immediately reminded of the mystery man who fucks him in his dreams.
He crosses his legs, as he sees the main male lead’s thick fingers pinches and twists his love interest's nipples, and Jeongguk feels it in his own body.
So he quickly turns off the television, leaning back against his couch.
His food arrives at the same time, and thankfully he is able to forget about it for the next couple of hours.
And when he is done eating, he cleans up the little mess he made, and plops down on the couch again, this time opting to scroll through his tik tok.
It is a fair option as his feed is filled with food and dogs, so at least he would not be able to think of getting fucked again.
But as he is scrolling, he slowly slips into sleep without his knowledge, as the day was exhausting.
And that night too, he dreams. He dreams of a man loving him and worshipping him on the bed as no one ever did.
A man who's voice is so deep and mellow. Deeper than the Mariana Trench itself.
A voice of a man so familiar, it brings in a gust of warmth into his heart.
A voice of man who is Kim Taehyung, who called him the day before to cancel his wedding.
ᯓ★
The next morning he wakes up with an epiphany.
The guy who accidentally called him yesterday instead of his wedding venue is the man who is filling his dreams.
And filling him too...
He rolls his eyes at his own lame joke.
But he feels angsty. Jeongguk is ninety five percent sure that the man of his dreams is the man from yesterday.
He is completely sure to be honest, but he is just leaving a five percent chance just to be safe and not to raise his expectations.
The mysterious man, Kim Taehyung, he reminds himself, fucked him so good, his thighs are still shaking.
While he now knows the man, he does not know what to do next.
He never thought this far ahead.
He wants to open up to someone, but this whole situation sounds crazy to himself, who himself is experiencing it, he is sure any other outsider who listens to his story would throw him in an asylum.
With a busy brain he goes to work, still feeling utterly exhausted and useless.
This time Jimin does not tease him, as he just puts a cup of coffee on his desk, ruffles his hair and goes away.
Tears fill his eyes and Jeongguk does not even know why.
Maybe he is finally going insane.
He decides he can not do this alone anymore, and he needs to vent to someone.
‘i’ll talk to Jimin hyung.’ he thinks to himself, wiping away his tears.
ᯓ★
He finally gets hold of the elder in the lunch break.
His hyung is talking to one of their their co workers. If he squints, he can see that Jimin is clearly flirting. Albeit subtly, but still flirting.
Honestly, he is happy for his hyung. He is such a sweetheart, he deserves all the love in this world.
He patiently waits for Jimin to notice him, playing with his tie.
He wants to call Taehyung and speak to him. His fingers desperately itching to get a hold of his phone.
But what will he say? That he is having dreams of a complete stranger fucking him for a week? That Jeongguk not only enjoys it but craves it every day even if he is scared?
He can not exactly talk like that. He is sure he will be blocked and he would not even be surprised if Taehyung even presses charges.
“Hello, why are you not eating yet?” Jimin comes suddenly, sitting on the chair opposite of him.
Jeongguk takes a deep breath. It is now or never.
“Hyung, I have something to say.” He blurts out.
Jimin stops in his actions, chopsticks half way in his mouth. He slowly keeps them on the table, paying him his full attention.
“Uh, don't tell me you are in love with me or something?” Jimin says. He looks like he is teasing, but there is a nervous tint to his voice.
Jeongguk scrunches his nose. “Eww, no, what the fuck?”
Jimin releases a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair. But the next moment, he sits straight, his face expression less.
“What do you mean eww? I make a great boyfriend.”
Jeongguk waves his hands, not wanting to hurt the elder. “no, no hyung. I'm sure you will be a great boyfriend. I'm not into you is all I was trying to say.”
Jimin scrutinizes him before finally nodding. “Cool. Tell me then, what were you going to talk about?”
Jeongguk scratches his neck, weirdly nervous. “Uhh, I'm sure I will sound like a lunatic, but please listen to me first?”
Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Okay….? Go on then.”
So Jeongguk tells everything. How and when the dreams started. How he always wakes up panting and heaving. How he feels absolutely tired all the time and how he has a suspicion that he knows the man that he sees in his dreams every night.
Jeongguk is heaving out of breath after his little intense speech, and he looks at Jimin to gauge his expression.
The elder looks as if he is thinking intensely. But there is no other expression on his face.
And he looks absolutely scary like that.
Jeongguk pulls on his shirt cuffs, nervous and scared. “Hyung, say something. You are not disgusted by me aren't you?”
Jimin snaps his head towards him. “What? No. Of course not!!” The elder exclaims. When few of the other people in the cafeteria look at them, Jimin bows his head in apology.
This time, in a softer tone he says, “I'm not disgusted Jeongguk-ah. I'm just thinking.”
Jeongguk nods. “You don't think I'm crazy?”
Jimin snorts. “Trust me, there are more crazier things in this universe, you will be blown away by them. I mean, it is obviously unusual, but i really think you need to talk to Taehyung. We need to know if he has these dreams too. Then we should go from there.”
“Bu-but, what if he is not Taehyung? What if I am mistaken and just imagining things? Desperate for an answer, may be my brain is playing tricks on me.”
Jimin crosses his legs, leaning forward on the table. “That is definitely a possibility. But we never know unless we talk. And we have the resources too. So let's make use of them.”
Jeongguk is still not convinced. “What can I say though? He will think I'm insane.”
“Hmm.” Jimin hums thoughtful. “Let's create a story. Call him and say that his package was accidentally delivered to your address. You said he was cancelling a wedding right? We can say it is something related to that.”
“But–”
“Uh huh, no buts. Let's get to work so we can catch this son of a bitch.”
Jeongguk laughs at the sudden colourful choice of words, taking out his mobile phone and dailing Taehyung's number.
But Jimin stops him, ending the call.
When Jeongguk looks at him confusedly, he just shakes his head and take out his own phone, copying Taehyung's number into his.
“He might recognise your number and our little plan will not work anymore.”
Jeongguk is impressed at his hyung's process of thinking. They connect ear buds to the phone and share them, waiting patiently for Taehyung to answer the phone.
The cafeteria is almost empty, only the kitchen staff working, cleaning away the dishes. Jeongguk is relieved honestly. There are no prying ears.
“I will talk.” Jimin says, and at that exact time, Taehyung picks up the call.
“Hello?” The voice Jeongguk is so familiar with speaks and he instantly feels butterflies dancing in his tummy.
“Hello!” Jimin chirps. “Am I talking to Kim Taehyung-ssi?”
“Yes, speaking.” Taehyung answers.
“Hi Taehyung-ssi, but I think I accidentally picked up something of yours from the post office. It looks heavy and very expensive, and i thought i should return it?”
Jeongguk looks at Jimin at the improvisation of their little lie. Jimin looks smug too, cheeks bunching up with smile. Honestly, his hyung is such a minx.
“Oh? I'm not really sure what are you talking about. Do you live in Seoul?”
“Yeah! I'm Park Jimin. I live in hongdae, and I was supposed to pick up a package from Busan. But I accidentally took yours. Can I ask where do you live? So we can meet up at some place closer to both of us, and I'll return your things.”
“I'm very thankful for you reaching out Jimin-ssi, i live in hongdae too. We can meet at that little fried chicken place near the subway station if that's ok with you?”
Jimin looks confused. There are lot of fried chicken places near the subway station. He opens his mouth to say something, but Jeongguk stops him.
“Say it is ok with us.” Jeongguk whispers.
“What? What are you talking about?” Jimin whispers back.
“Just agree, hyung.” Jeongguk urges.
Jeongguk does not know why, or how, but he exactly knows what Taehyung is talking about.
That fried chicken place is his favourite. When he newly moved to Seoul, that place reminded him of home. Warmth and comfort.
“That is fine Taehyung-ssi, we can meet there. Does Friday night work for you? I can directly reach there after work. That is tomorrow I mean.”
“Oh, I'm sorry Jimin-ssi, but tomorrow morning I have a flight to Japan. Can we meet today? I can compensate you for the travel charges if you want.”
Jeongguk panics, crossing his hands and saying no, but Jimin waves him off. “absolutely! And you don't need to pay Taehyung-ssi. I will meet you there at 7 pm. I'm-” Jimin takes in Jeongguk's outfit, “wearing a beige shirt and olive green dress pants.”
Jeongguk slaps his hyung's arm, clutching his head in his hands.
“That's great. Thank you again Jimin-ssi, I'll see you in a few hours. Also, I'm wearing a black shirt and black trousers.” he says.
“Alright. See you.” Jimin says and hangs up the phone, leaning back.
“Hyung!!” Jeongguk whines. “you could have scheduled it for later!! This is too soon.”
“Nothing is too soon. And I'll be there with you. You don't have to worry.”
Jeongguk is taken aback. “You will?”
Jimin looks at him like he is crazy. “Of course. I'm not going to send you alone to some mysterious guy who fucks you daily. I mean, what are the chances really? One day you start dreaming of him, and after a few days he butt dials you? I'm not taking a chance.”
Jeongguk feels emotional. He side hugs Jimin, almost crushing him. “I'm so thankful i found you hyung. I love you.” He whispers.
“Alright. Alright.” Jimin pats his shoulder. “Don't get all sappy on me now.”
They stay like that for a few seconds before Jeongguk abruptly pulls off. “This is too early though. I'm an introvert, I need time to process things. I can't meet people spontaneously.” He kicks his feet.
Jimin curls his lips, clearly unimpressed. “Deal with it. You are an adult.”
With that he gets up and walks away, taking out a snack bar from the machine in their cafeteria.
And Jeongguk sulks the rest of the day, nervous and excited at the same time.
ᯓ★
As soon as the clock hits six, Jimin drags him out of his chair.
Jeongguk still thinks meeting Taehyung today is a bad idea. But he begrudgingly follows the elder.
The ride on the subway is quite, and as if Jimin is sensing Jeongguk's nerves, he shows his some videos of cute cats he found online, and it works.
For the entirety of the ride, which is fifteen minutes, Jimin makes him watch the kitten videos, and admittedly, it takes things off of Jeongguk's mind.
His colleague taps on his shoulder when their destination arrives, and Jeongguk gulps, his nerves returning.
After they get off of the train, Jeongguk leads them to the shop.
They agreed earlier that Jimin will be sitting away from their both watching them from a distance, to keep an eye on them.
Jeongguk obviously protested but Jimin was adamant that the talk with Taehyung was to be done by Jeongguk only without any help.
And also, the elder did not want to invade their privacy.
While that is a sensible argument, Jeongguk is shaking. He does not know how to socialize. And he is afraid he will fuck up everything.
Exactly five minutes after they settle down, a tall man with an all black outfit steps into the shop, immediately gaining Jeongguk's attention.
The man is rich. Too rich to be in a small place like this.
He is wearing a three piece suit, and he takes off the outer layer and hangs at the cloak stall, looking around the shop.
Jeongguk for some reason is sure that, that man is Taehyung.
His suspicions gets confirmed when the owner of the shop, a middle aged woman lovingly calls him.
“Taehyung-ah!! You are early today. The usual?”
Taehyung smiles, all gums and teeth. The smile does something to Jeongguk's heart. He feels like something is plucking at his heart strings.
“Ah, no, Mrs. Wang, I came here to meet someone.” Taehyung answers politely, bowing his head in a greeting.
“Oh, well, you know what to do if you guys want something to eat.”
Taehyung nods. “I know.”
And he looks around the place again, searching for Jeongguk himself.
Jeongguk does not know what to do. Should he raise his hand and call him over? Should he walk up to him? Should–
His thoughts stop when Taehyung meets his eyes. He feels like the earth has stopped rotating on its axis. Everything goes silent. Only Taehyung comes into his focus, everything else just blobs of blur.
Taehyung and Jeongguk stare at each other, and when Taehyung blinks once, twice and thrice, Jeongguk feels like he can finally breathe again.
All the noises come back to him, and the world which was once a blur starts moving again.
Taehyung slowly walks towards him, his lean but built body coming at him as a tiger does to its prey.
Jeongguk feels intimidated by him, and he grips the fabric of his pants, palms and feet sweating.
“Jimin-ssi?” Taehyung asks when he comes to stand in front of him.
Jeongguk stares at him, mouth agape. That is the voice. The voice that has been whispering sweet nothings into his ear every day the last four days.
Taehyung waves in front of Jeongguk's face, as if he is trying to snap him out of his daze. “Jimin-ssi? Are you alright?”
Jeongguk breaths through his nose, finally closing his mouth. He clears his throat and blinks his eyes clear.
“Uhm. Hmm. No.” Jeongguk stammers. “But Jimin hyung sent me. Please take a seat. I'm Jeon Jeongguk.”
Taehyung confusedly sits down, as if he is weary with the whole setting. Jeongguk can not blame him honestly. He would too if he is in the same situation.
“Jeon Jeongguk? I have heard that name….” Taehyung trails off.
Jeongguk scratches his neck, wiggling in his seat. “Ah. Yeah. You accidentally called me the other day. You were trying to cancel a wedding?”
Understanding fills Taehyung's expression. “Oh. Yeah i remember. But i don't understand? How do you know jimin-ssi?”
Jeongguk takes a deep breath. This is it. He can do it. He practiced numerous times. Now is time to come clean and get the answers he deserves.
“Jimin hyung is my co worker. But that is not important. I came here to talk about something else.”
Taehyung's eyes forrow. “I'm not sure I'm following. If this is some sick prank, i don't have time–”
“Please listen to me.” Jeongguk cuts him off. “I know this may sound crazy, but i have been dreaming of you. This whole week. But this is the first time I am seeing you.”
Taehyung looks at him, his face now a mirror of shock. “Dreaming about me how?” He asks.
It is Jeongguk's turn to feel shocked. He thought Taehyung would laugh on his face and return to his luxurious life.
This is utterly surprising. He can not form words as he looks at Taehyung, taking him in. Really taking him in.
The man is handsome. Extremely so.
“Jeongguk-ssi? Are you going to stare at me like that or are you going to answer me?”
Jeongguk snaps out of his thoughts where he was waxing poems about Taehyung's beauty.
“Uh, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I dreamt of us having you know…..” he trails off, looking anywhere but Taehyung.
His cheeks feel like they are on fire and he feels hot all over.
“I know what?” Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk is not sure why but the other man's voice sends chills down his spine.
“I dreamt of us having sex together.” He says in a single breath, closing his eyes tightly.
Silence follows again, and Jeongguk is too embarrassed to start talking and take a lead.
But thankfully after a few minutes, Taehyung clears his throat and speaks up.
“Um, I need to explain something. But I'm not sure this is a correct place. There is a small dog park here five minutes away from this place. Would you like to take a walk with me?”
Jeongguk hesitates. He knows nothing about this man. But he takes his mobile out and texts Jimin, who is just sitting on the table a few rows behind them.
When he explains the situation, jimin gives a green flag to go with Taehyung, as he will follow them closely later.
So Jeongguk looks at Taehyung again and nods his head. “Okay, let's go. But remember, if you tried to do something funny, police are on the speed dial.”
Taehyung raises his hands, shaking his head. “I'm completely harmless. And by the looks of it, you can take care of yourself very well. Those biceps are something else man.” He says.
Jeongguk looks at his arms, confused. Is Taehyung flirting with him right now? Or is it just a simple compliment?
“Shall we go now?” Taehyung speaks up, and Jeongguk stands up from his chair, following Taehyung out of the door.
He looks back to find Jimin standing too, and his hyung gives him a thumbs up, assuring him.
The chilled night hair caresses his cheeks as they walk, and while Jeongguk thought Taehyung would speak up, he does not. they both don't talk anything.
Taehyung keeps silently walking, and Jeongguk walks beside him, their arms almost brushing, but not quite.
Whenever Jeongguk realises that they are too close, he tries to keep a distance, but they still end up getting close.
“I have been having those dreams too.” Taehyung speaks up suddenly.
It is so sudden that Jeongguk almost loses his balance, but regains his footing.
“Um what?”
“I am having those dreams too.” Taehyung repeats. “I mean I am the one giving the dreams?” He shrugs.
“I don't know what you are talking about.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “What do you mean giving dreams?”
“Uhm, this may sound insane but I have this ability, power-” he rolls his eyes, kicking a stray pebble. “I have this power where I can visit or give people dreams when I touch them.”
“I'm sorry, I still don't understand.”
Taehyung sighs. “It's like an ability I had since I was fifteen. I can have dreams together with people. Like we have the same dreams. You were having dreams of me fucking you right? I've been having the same dreams daily, but from my point of view. It does not feel like a dream. This sounds confusing, but yeah, it is what it is.”
Jeongguk hums, the bearings in his brain working. “So you are saying whoever you touch will have the same dreams as you?”
Taehyung brights up, nodding. They reach the park and it is mostly empty. He leads them to a far away bench, walking like he owns the park.
With how expensive Taehyung looks, Jeongguk will not be surprised if he does own it.
Taehyung stretches his hand, motioning Jeongguk to sit first. “please, have a seat.”
Jeongguk sits, his legs pressed together. “Taehyung-ssi –”
Taehyung snorts, shaking his head. “Please, I had my dick inside you and you are my soulmate. No need of formalities.”
Jeongguk chokes on his saliva, face burning red and the brash words.
“And.” Taehyung continues. “You always call me hyung in our dreams.”
“Right.” Jeongguk coughs. But he suddenly straightens up, turning sideways so he can face Taehyung easily. “Did you just say soulmates?” He questions. “I thought they were a myth and not real?”
Taehyung nods. “Yeah we are soulmates.” He bumps their shoulders together. “Soulmates are definitely not a myth, but they are rare. I mean, everyone has their soulmates, but meeting them and leading a life with them? That is definitely rare.”
“That makes sense.”
“Yeah it does. And it is kind of a thing that runs in our family. My mother, her mother, and her mother they all have this abilities. Some are psychic, some are telekinetic, different powers like that.”
“Will you tell me more about yours?” Jeongguk asks, voice soft.
“You want me to tell about my ability?” Taehyung sounds surprised.
“Yeah. Why not? I'm your soulmate right? And you yourself said finding one is rare. Billions of people in this world and with many many countries and cities. what are the odds of us living in the same city and talking like this? I want to know more about you. Of course if you are comfortable that is.” He adds.
Taehyung looks at him with an emotion Jeongguk does not understand. He looks soft, as if Jeongguk hung the stars in the sky.
“No one ever was interested in mine. It's boring, you know. But if you want to listen, I will tell you all the details.”
Jeongguk nods. “Yes please. Let's start from the beginning. What did you mean when you said you can inflict dreams when you touch people?”
Taehyung hums. “It's going to be a long confusing explanation. If you don't understand anything, feel free to stop me okay?”
Jeongguk smiles. “Yes, hyung.”
Taehyung smiles too. “Good boy.”
Jeongguk ducks his head, suddenly feeling shy.
“I guess you have it under control then?” A voice from behind them startles them both.
Right. Jimin hyung. He completely forgot about him.
“Jimin hyung.”
But Jimin is not looking at him. His eyes are on Taehyung, sharp and scrutinizing.
“I'm Park Jimin. The one who talked on the phone.” He offers his hand to Taehyung.
But Taehyung bows. “Jimin-ssi, nice to meet you. But I can't shake your hand as I'm sure you have heard what I was saying just now.”
Jimin nods. “of course, my bad. I'll take my leave then. I'm trusting Jeongguk over here with you. Anything happens to him, and you are a dead meat.”
Taehyung nods too. “Of course. I'll be in my utmost behaviour. See you soon. Have a safe ride home.” He wishes.
“Take care Jeongguk-ah, and you know I'm only a phone call away right?”
“Yes hyung.”
Jimin looks at them one last time before he jogs away, leaving Taehyung and him in silence again.
“Shall we continue?” Taehyung asks.
“Oh yeah. Can I ask something first?”
Taehyung smiles, hand coming up as he was about to touch Jeongguk.
“You can touch me you know. Afterall, you had your dick in me and I'm your soulmate.”
Taehyung chuckles. “You are a bit of a brat aren't you?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “yeah. I have that reputation.”
Taehyung chuckles again, shaking his head. “Well ask away. You were saying something?”
“How can you manage without touching people? I mean–”
“No, no i understand. I usually wear gloves. And i don't take public transports so that is not a problem too.”
“Ah. That makes sense.”
“Yes. So can I start now?”
Jeongguk nods, trying to pay his full attention to the elder.
“Hmm. So, I got this ability when I turned fifteen. That day, i hugged my mom good night, and the same night we dreamt the same thing. You know these are not like usual dreams right? There is something magical about them. As if it is real.”
Jeongguk nods again, listening intently.
“Well, it is real in a way, but you understand." He waves his hands. So the dreams manifest what I am feeling about the person i touch.”
'Oh!" Jeongguk exclaims.
“So with my mom I just dreamt that we were cuddling together watching television while eating strawberry cake. My favourite.”
Jeongguk tucks away that information into his head. That is something a soulmate should know about right?
“And there was this dog, our pet. When I touched it, i dreamt about playing with him on a sunny day in our backyard.”
“Oh. That's cute.” Jeongguk gushes.
“Yeah it is.”
“So we are dreaming about fucking why is that?”
Taehyung splutters. “I don't know honestly. I don't even know when we touched each other. Maybe it was fate.”
“Hmm. I turned 25 this year. Maybe it is something related to that?” Jeongguk tries.
“Maybe. That is why I am flying to japan tomorrow. To meet my mentor who taught me how to control things. they have a whole research going on there. I don't want to make you uncomfortable you know?”
“Huh? Uncomfortable?”
“Yeah. I mean you suddenly start dreaming of some stranger fucking you. I'm sure that is not very comfortable.” Taehyung says sheepishly.
Jeongguk giggles. “Yeah. I didn't understand at first, but it's ok. It is a lot to take in obviously, but I want to try.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I'm not losing the chance of getting to know my soulmate no matter what.”
Taehyung grabs his hand, holding it in his own. “I'm glad. Also… I have to apologise.”
“For what?”
“Till i learn how to control these dreams, we will be fucking daily. I felt really bad when I realised what was going on. I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you.”
“It's okay Taehyung.” Jeongguk assures, watching as Taehyung plays with his hand. “I understand. And I'm happy you called me. Even if it was accidental.” He suddenly gasps, turning towards the elder. “What about that marriage? Was it yours?”
Taehyung blinks. “Oh yeah. It was an arranged marriage don't worry. No girlfriend or boyfriend involved.”
*That was not I was insinuating.” Jeongguk pouts. “I feel bad for that bride. She literally has no relation to all this.”
“True, but when our dreams synced up, I felt like I was betraying both of you. I can't marry someone who I don't even love when I know i have a soulmate you know? We all don't deserve that.”
“You are such a great man Taehyung. I'm glad you are my soulmate.”
“Me too baby.” Taehyung says, but his eyes go wide as soon as the words come out.
Jeongguk laughs. “It's alright. You can call me whatever you want.”
“Oh.” Taehyung blushes, tracing the lines of Jeongguk's palm.
“Oh my god, you are so cute.” Jeongguk squeals.
Taehyung scoffs. “You are the one to talk.”
Jeongguk giggles, bumping their shoulders exactly the same way Taehyung did earlier.
“How many days will you be gone?”
Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “I don't know actually, but I'll be back after a week for sure. We will go from there.”
Jeongguk pouts. “I'll miss you.”
“Aww.” Taehyung coos, flicking his chin. “you can call me wherever alright? Don't hesitate at all.”
“Alright.” Jeongguk nods, still feeling sad.
“Should we head back?” Taehyung asks, looking at his watch. “You have work tomorrow right?”
“yeah. It's getting late.”
“Okay, I'll drop you home.” Taehyung says, pulling him up. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah. It's fine.”
They walk back to the fried chicken place where Taehyung parked his car, and even when Jeongguk protested, Taehyung bought them dinner.
Jeongguk adds the address on the gps, and the couple talk all the way to Jeongguk's apartment, trying to get to know each other.
When they reach Jeongguk's apartment, the younger suddenly feels sad. Tears line his eyes and he tries hard to blink them back, not wanting to gain attention.
But Taehyung finds out. He coos again, bringing Jeon Jeongguk in for a hug.
“I'll be back soon, darling. Don't worry too much yeah?”
“I know, but I'm sad. I don't know why am I crying though.” Jeongguk whines.
Taehyung chuckles, endeared. “It's just our soulmate bond acting up, don't worry about it.” Taehyung kisses his forehead.
“Be safe. I'll see you next week.” The elder says kissing both of his eyes and cheeks.
Jeongguk nods, opening the car door to get off, but turns around the last minute and brings Taehyung in for a kiss.
Taehyung is quick to catch up on, and Jeongguk bites on his lower lip, making Taehyung grip his thigh in warning.
“There, there, baby. You will dream of me later tonight. Didn't we agree to take it slow?” Taehyung says, breaking the kiss.
“I would love if it were you fucking me for real.” Jeongguk pants.
“Soon baby, very soon.” Taehyung pats his head.
With one final peck Jeongguk gets off the car, waving Taehyung good bye.
The whole way up to his floor, he smiles like a fool, thinking about the searing kiss.
As soon as he is in the apartment, he calls Jimin and fills him on everything, the elder listening carefully.
He falls asleep while talking, wide smile on his lips, waiting for the future where he can spend every day of his life with Taehyung.
~~~~
“Hyu-hyung, add one more.” Jeongguk chokes, his back arching off of the mattress.
“One more? Already?” He listens Taehyung's voice mocking him, but he can feel the elder's finger slipping into him.
He feels uncomfortable. The strech burning, but soon, it turns into pleasure.
Taehyung's long fingers strech him open, the slick sounds of lube and skin making Jeongguk's cheeks burn.
But he is far too gone to care.
Without a warning Taehyung adds another finger and Jeongguk fully arches off the fluffy mattress, moaning deep.
“So beautiful, baby. Doing so well for hyung. Such a good boy.” Taehyung praises, kissing the inner side of his thigh.
Jeongguk nods. “only for hyung.”
“That's right. Only for hyung.” Taehyung repeats, pressing his finger against Jeongguk's prostate.
“Ah tae, there. Right there.” Jeongguk moans, trying to roll his hips.
Taehyung applies pressure at the bundle of nerves, making Jeongguk go insane. “Doing so good. Taking three fingers like a good boy..” Taehyung says, flicking his wrist so that the fingers can go deeper and he massages the younger's prostate.
He hovers on the younger and kisses him on the lips, licking away the drool that was collected at the corner of his lips and on his chin.
“You are so hot.” Taehyung groans, sucking on Jeongguk's tongue.
“Need you hyungie. Need you to fuck me.” Jeongguk pleads, making his eyes wide.
“Fuck.” Taehyung curses, slipping on a condom.
“Alright, I'm going in.” He says, lining himself up at Jeongguk's entrance.
“Pleease.” Jeongguk nods.
When Taehyung pushes in, Jeongguk bites his lips, clutching the sheets underneath him.
“Let hyung listen to your beautiful voice baby.” Taehyung says, now thrusting into Jeongguk.
The younger moans with the intensity, whimpering when Taehyung lifts up his legs and wraps around his own waist.
That makes his younger's hole strech more, and he is naked, vulnerable and wide open in front of a stranger, but Jeongguk feels safe.
Taehyung moves in and out of him, his thick grith deliciously streching him open and Jeongguk is far too gone to make coherent sentences.
The elder peppers kisses over all his chest and twists Jeongguk's nipples, making the younger shout in oversensitivity.
With another thrust Jeongguk comes all over himself, untouched.
He feels Taehyung's come inside him, the elder's dick pulsing in his asshole.
~~~~
Jeongguk wakes up with a start, his pants sticky with his own cum.
For the past four days he has been waking up in the similar manner.
Just yesterday, he was scared about these weird dreams, but now, he has a giddy smile on his face, as he falls back on the mattress and squeals into his pillow.
Taehyung is a stranger, and he should be feeling scared. But he feels secure and safe with the elder.
Taehyung is his soulmate, and he can't wait to see how life turns out for them.