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Thank you so much, Riya for this gorgeous moodboard!
꒰𓂋꒱ ꒰𓂋꒱ ꒰𓂋꒱
“Amazing game, everyone!” Namjoon claps his hands with a grin on his face as the players drag themselves to the locker room, “now, let’s rock the semi-finals and the finals like this. We’re on the right path!”
“Are we?” Yoongi, the shooting guard of the university’s basketball team, glares at Jungkook and Taehyung, “these two are still busy playing against each other!”
“Hey, cut it,” Jungkook, the power forward, hisses, “we won the game and that’s all that matters.”
“It’s not my fault that your captain is such a wuss that he won’t cooperate with me,” Taehyung, the centre, rolls his eyes, wiping down his face with the towel a cheerleader hands him over.
Jungkook’s eyes snap to the newbie. A fucking newcomer exchange student from the UK who has the audacity to target him. The star player of the St. Xavier’s for three years now.
Taehyung winks at the blushing mess of a cheerleader as he gives his towel back to the guy and looks over at Jungkook with a cocked eyebrow.
“He pisses his pants as soon as he has to work with me,” Taehyung goes to sit on the bench to unfasten his boots.
“You fucking bitch,” Jungkook charges forward, “how’s it my fault that you were busy showing off than actually playing?! I did my best!”
“Your best wasn’t good enough,” Taehyung smirks at him from where he is perched, “and, even you know that. The coach is taking note of everything, Jeon,” he leans back on the bench, “don’t think he isn’t considering changing the captain for the next season.”
Jungkook sees red and lurches forward. Yoongi and Namjoon grab him to pull him back with all their force. Taehyung rolls his eyes and goes back to taking off his gears. He stands up and looks down at Jungkook because of that fucking two inches he has more on him.
“Unclench, Jeon,” Taehyung’s deep voice rumbles, “or, let me help,” his eyes drag over Jungkook with a playful smirk, “I can take out the stick that’s up your ass and fill you up real nice with something else.”
“You cunt—” Jungkook struggles in his friends’ hold while Taehyung turns on his heels and walks towards the shower.
Jungkook sees how Taehyung takes off his jersey and stands under the running spray of water. He pulls himself away from Namjoon and Yoongi, turning to face his locker to try and calm himself down.
꒰𓂋꒱
“Fuck!”
“Mhm,” Taehyung looks up at him with his mouth wrapped around his cock.
Jungkook struggles to free his tied wrists but he can’t. He is sitting on a chair with his wrists tied behind it while Taehyung sucks him off. The luxurious penthouse the jerk can afford is thankfully soundproof because Jungkook is vocal.
“What did you say, Jeon?” Taehyung pulls off to sit on his knees between Jungkook’s spread legs, “I didn’t catch it.”
Jungkook struggles to breathe, “fucking hell, Kim,” his cock twitches under the cool air of the living room, Taehyung’s saliva drying around it, “get your mouth back here!”
“Aww,” Taehyung pouts, leaning in to lick at the dripping tip of his cock, “don’t you think you’re forgetting a precious word, Jeon?”
Jungkook glares at the elder, “either get your fucking mouth on my cock or free me so I can find someone else’s throat to fuck.”
“Who?” Taehyung wonders lazily as he takes a hold of Jungkook’s cock, pumping it slowly, “that girl you fuck occasionally?” he leans in, pressing his tongue flat on the vein underneath Jungkook’s cock, “is she going to please you after having me, Jeon?”
Jungkook balls his fist, “Kim…”
Taehyung smirks before taking him back in his mouth, swallowing around him till the base of his cock. Jungkook throws his head back. He hasn’t ever had someone as skilful as Taehyung before.
He hasn’t ever had a man like this before. Not until Taehyung. Not until that fateful night five months ago when they both were, as usual, fighting with each other. It was too late, so they were alone in the locker room. One thing led to another and Jungkook found himself on the bench with Taehyung sinking down on him. Taehyung made him cum in three or so minutes. Something that never happened before. It was embarrassing and Taehyung called him an ‘innocent virgin,’ as he left that day.
Just to prove he is not an ‘innocent virgin’ as Taehyung called him, Jungkook found himself back with the elder in the same locker room.
Then a week or so later, Taehyung got him to his penthouse as Jungkook lives in the university’s dorm that he shares with another.
.
.
“Saw you eyeing her today during the game, Jeon,” Taehyung pulls off of Jungkook and then he is reaching for a condom he left on the tea-table.
“She was eying you too,” Taehyung rips the packet with his teeth.
Typical Taehyung, Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“You two must look cute together.” Taehyung rolls the condom on Jungkook’s cock and then pours lube all over the shaft to lather him up. Jungkook hisses as the cold liquid dribbles down his sensitive skin. He glares at Taehyung who pays no mind to him.
Instead, he stands up and pulls off the buttplug he was wearing. He carelessly drops it on the tea-table for Jungkook to stare at it.
“You two must look cute together.” He straddles Jungkook on the chair. His one hand resting on Jungkook’s shoulder while the other one goes behind to position Jungkook’s cock against his rim, “do you think about her as you fuck me, Jeon?”
Jungkook throws his head back as soon as he feels his cock breaching Taehyung’s rim and the elder slams down. Jungkook’s entire cock disappears in him in one swift motion. Jungkook curses out loud.
Taehyung moans too as he rolls his hips, “go on, Jeon,” he mouths at Jungkook’s throat, “say her name,” he murmurs against Jungkook’s heated and sweaty skin, “come on.”
Jungkook grits his teeth, steadying himself to scowl at Taehyung, “fucking move, Kim!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Taehyung clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, scorching sharp eyes focused on Jungkook’s dishevelled face, “I won’t until I hear you, darling,” he rolls his hips again, earning a gasp from Jungkook, “take her name. Show me how you’d moan for her. Go on.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tries to move his hips but Taehyung is heavy on his lap, pinning him down on the chair. He curses and Taehyung smirks.
“I got the entire night, Jeon,” Taehyung pouts, “if that’s what it takes—”
“Hana…” Jungkook murmurs the girl’s name in his breathy voice, watches how Taehyung’s eyes sharpen, “Hana,” he repeats and feels Taehyung drag himself up, “doing so good, babe,” Jungkook keeps his eyes glued on Taehyung as he stutters on a breath, “yes, Hana… doing so well.”
Taehyung starts to move. He places his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders for support and starts to almost bounce on Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook closes his eyes and chants the girl’s name because the moment he stops, Taehyung stops too.
Soon he has fingers grasping at his wet hair and hot breaths ghosting against his ear, “does she feel as good as this?” Taehyung growls, picking up speed, “hmm, Jeon?” his tongue licks at Jungkook’s ear, “does her pussy feel as good as my ass?”
“No,” Jungkook groans when he feels Taehyung clench around him, “no, it doesn’t. Fuck…Kim…”
He hisses when Taehyung yanks his head backwards with his grasp on his hair. Jungkook’s eyes fly open to find Taehyung who is smirking at him.
Sweat glistens on his tanned face. Those sharp eyes are glossed over with arousal. Taehyung’s lips are parted as he pants with each bounce. The obnoxious sound of his ass meeting Jungkook’s thighs fills the room. Jungkook’s cock twitches in Taehyung, making the elder moan.
“Now say my name,” Taehyung’s grasp on Jungkook’s hair tightens further, “say how I make you feel. Me,” he rolls his hips, “take my fucking name, Jeon!”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook spits like it’s a curse, “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung,” he twists his tied wrists behind his back in desperation, “fucking hell, Taehyung.”
With Taehyung’s name on his lips, Jungkook reaches his orgasm and Taehyung follows. While Jungkook fills up the condom in him, Taehyung starts to pump his own cock. He spills all over Jungkook before pulling off of him.
With a curse, he reaches behind Jungkook to untie his wrists. As Jungkook relaxes on the chair, Taehyung takes off the condom, ties it and picks up his buttplug.
Jungkook watches, from where he is, how Taehyung struts towards his bedroom after dumping the condom in the bin. His eyes trail over the man until Taehyung closes the door of the bedroom.
Jungkook reaches for the tissues and cleans himself up as much as he can. He doesn’t drop those tissues in the bins. Instead, he leaves them on the floor as a show of animosity. After wearing his clothes back, he leaves the penthouse.
It has become their routine. They can’t stand each other in general. They rile each other up and then end up fucking and then go back to being each other’s worst nightmares.
They both have a silent understanding.
They don’t kiss.
Jungkook can’t even imagine kissing Taehyung and Taehyung never initiated it, either. Every time they fuck, they go their different ways right after.
Just like tonight. Jungkook gets out of the posh building and gets on his bike to go back to his dorm.
꒰𓂋꒱
“Looking sexy, Jungkook.” Mingyu smirks before slinging an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder to pull him closer, “you’re coming to the party tonight, right?”
Jungkook pulls the strap of his bag over his shoulder with a disgruntled expression, “we need to practice for the upcoming semi-final, gyu. We shouldn’t lose focus now that we’re so close to actually winning the championship.”
Mingyu groans with a roll of his eyes, “oh, come on, Gguk. We will win, yeah? One party won’t kill you! Come on. Everyone’s going. You know how grand Jin hyung’s parties are. Right?”
Jungkook gives in when he hears it’s Jin’s party, “fine. We can leave after my practice. Just wait for me.”
“Sure thing,” Mingyu plants an obnoxious kiss on his cheek before running away.
Jungkook curses after him while wiping at his cheek as roughly as he can. Mingyu laughs over his shoulder, winking at him as he goes.
꒰𓂋꒱
It’s a party and Jungkook is bored. Everyone is busy either drinking or playing drinking games or dancing or grinding on each other. He has a red cup full of beer in his hold while his eyes wander over to the dance floor.
Taehyung is dancing. He is wearing his skinny, black jeans with a button-down shirt that looks like a galaxy is painted over it. With yellow and blue splashes of colours and diamonds studded to it. He looks expensive. Too expensive for such a university frat party. Everyone is glancing at him in passing or flocking at him. He knows that. He is enjoying all those eyes on him as he moves.
Jungkook takes a long gulp of his beer and holds his breath when Taehyung’s eyes suddenly open. Then the man is looking directly at him. Jungkook lets his eyes drag over Taehyung’s body before snapping back to his face again.
Taehyung smirks and slowly walks out of the dance floor. Jungkook watches Taehyung take the stairs to go to the first floor. With a few seconds of hesitation, Jungkook follows. He side-steps the drunk students and ignores the ones who are openly making out, as he climbs the stairs.
He doesn’t have to search for Taehyung because as soon as he sets foot on the first floor’s corridor, he spots Taehyung. Taehyung is leaning against the last door with his eyes glued to him. Jungkook walks over and follows Taehyung inside the room.
As soon as the door closes, Taehyung has him pressed against it. His hot mouth presses on Jungkook’s throat, sucking a hickey there, as his hands explore Jungkook’s sides.
“Whose…” Jungkook grits his teeth when Taehyung’s teeth sink onto his skin, “whose room is this?”
Taehyung unbuttons his shirt, “does it matter?” he pulls back with a smirk, unbuckling Jungkook’s belt.
As Taehyung sinks to his knees, Jungkook thinks, no. No, it doesn’t matter.
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Jungkook ends up sitting on the unknown bed while Taehyung rides him in the reverse cowboy position. Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s ass, mouthing at his neck to leave strings of marks there. For everyone to see.
As they cum, Taehyung leans back against Jungkook who wraps his arms around him.
“I think it’s Jin hyung’s room,” Taehyung tilts his head as Jungkook kisses down the side of his neck.
Jungkook hums, “well, shit.”
Taehyung huffs out a silent laugh and nods, “yeah. Shit.”
꒰𓂋꒱
“Kim!” Jungkook shouts from where he is on the court, “you fucking moron, where the fuck are you looking?” he marches over to the center to shove at his chest, “you keep missing the sure baskets!”
“Knock it off, yeah?” Taehyung shoves right back, glaring down at him, “it’s just practice shots. Why the fuck is your panties in a twist already?”
“Oh, god, not this again,” Namjoon groans from where he is leaning against Yoongi.
“If you keep missing sure baskets like this,” Jungkook throws the ball at Taehyung and Taehyung slaps it away before it can hit his face, “we’ll surely lose the actual game, too. You want that, don’t you?” he takes a threatening step ahead, “you want to lose the damn game so you can take my position in the team!” Jungkook knows his voice is rising but he doesn’t care at this point, “you’ve always wanted to be the captain of the team and you’re knowingly sabotaging us for that!”
Taehyung’s scorching eyes drill holes in Jungkook’s face as he scoffs, “if I wanted your position, Jeon, I’ll just take it,” his voice dips so only Jungkook can hear him, “you’ll let me have the control like you always do, hmm?”
Jungkook sees red, “don’t fucking go there!”
“Or, what?” Taehyung’s lips twist in mockery, “you’ll punish me by fucking me senseless, Jeon?” his eyes narrow, “when we both know it’s you who loses himself—”
Jungkook lurches forward and Taehyung raises his hand too. Their teammates grab them, pulling them apart. They struggle in their friends’ grasp to free themselves while shouting profanities at each other. It continues until the coach is coming over to break them apart.
“Either you two sort this out,” the coach glowers at them, “or, I’ll kick both of you out of the team!”
Jungkook frees himself from his friends and marches away from the court to the locker room while the others go back to practice.
He finds himself under the spray of the shower, staring at the ceiling as he tries to calm himself down.
“What the fuck got you so riled up?”
Jungkook doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to know it’s Namjoon. He says nothing. He can’t say it. Can’t voice what got him so angry. He can barely accept it to himself.
It’s Taehyung. Of course, it’s him.
Before practice, he saw Taehyung and Bogum talking in their locker room. Taehyung leaning against the wall with a shy smile and ducked head, while Bogum stood too close to him with a sly smirk. They looked lost in their own bubble. Even when Jungkook walked past them, they didn’t look at him. Taehyung’s eyes never wavered from Bogum.
Jungkook can’t seem to brush off that image, no matter how hard he tries. It pisses him off that he is so disturbed. It makes no sense because he doesn’t give a fuck about Taehyung or who he smiles at or who he looks so gently at. None of those things matter to him because the only thing they have is just sex.
So, if Taehyung reserves his smiles for someone else, or kisses someone else, it shouldn’t bother him.
Jungkook swipes his hands through his wet hair, pushing them off of his face. He gets out of the shower to dress up and hears the other players coming back from practice. Some of them nod at him, slap his back in the passing. Jungkook keeps himself busy with his books when he hears that distinct voice. Taehyung is talking to the coach while they walk inside.
Jungkook slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks out of the locker room but not before colliding with Taehyung and making the elder stumble on his feet in startlement.
꒰𓂋꒱
The next time Jungkook sees Taehyung is that evening. Jungkook stays back to practice in the empty court every evening. Tonight, he is not alone. Taehyung walks inside the court and leans against the pole of the basket.
Jungkook turns away from that hoop and focuses on the other at the opposite end. He keeps his back to Taehyung while he practices his throws. No matter how hard he tries, his mind stays with Taehyung. His senses haywire to pick up on any movement from Taehyung.
“What got your panties in such a twist, Jeon?” Taehyung sounds bored, “I hope you know I don’t give a fuck about being the captain of the team.”
Jungkook’s jaw hardens and he throws the ball at the hoop, watches the ball miss it entirely with frustration. Then he hears footsteps. Taehyung dribbles a ball and lazily throws it at the hoop and it passes through it quite easily.
Jungkook exhales deeply with his glare fixed on the pole as if it personally offended him. Taehyung collects the ball and walks up to him while bouncing the ball with his left hand. His steps are leisured and his expression just as relaxed.
He comes to stand in front of Jungkook, “what got the boba ball so riled up, hmm?”
Jungkook’s eyes snap to Taehyung, “stop.”
Taehyung arches a mirthful brow, “stop what? What did I do, baby highness?”
“Kim,” Jungkook’s voice dips with a warning, “fucking, stop,” he takes a threatening step ahead, “whatever you’re doing, stop.”
“What am I doing?” Taehyung tilts his head cluelessly, his mirthful eyes edging Jungkook on, “aww, my golden maknae, you’re pouting—”
Jungkook grips Taehyung’s wrist and yanks him closer, “I said,” his other arm wraps around Taehyung’s waist, “don’t fucking talk!”
Taehyung’s eyes glimmer with mirth and something unreadable, “make me stop, then.”
Jungkook sucks in a deep breath. His hold on Taehyung tightens while his eyes wander over that annoyingly handsome face. He hates how attractive Taehyung looks. He hates how cocky that smirk on his lips is. He hates how that smirk widens when Taehyung feels him harden between them.
Without another word, Jungkook turns on his boots with his hand still grasping onto Taehyung’s wrist. Taehyung follows him without a word, too. Jungkook stops in front of the basket pole.
“Turn around and face it,” he murmurs to Taehyung who gives him an arched brow before doing as told.
Jungkook yanks his jeans down, palming Taehyung’s ass, “hold onto it.”
Taehyung follows and Jungkook sinks on his knees with his tongue pressing flat against Taehyung’s exposed rim. Taehyung flinches, looking over his shoulder at him. Jungkook holds the eye contact as he probes Taehyung’s rim with the tip of his tongue.
Taehyung grasps onto the pole with both of his hands when Jungkook’s tongue penetrates him.
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Jungkook ends up fucking Taehyung against the pole. Rutting into him as waves of orgasm hits him, filling up his condom. Taehyung cums on his hand, spurting cum on the pole before leaning against it to catch his breath.
Jungkook zips himself up and pulls Taehyung to himself, “come on.”
The two of them end up under the shower in the locker room. Their backs to each other as they clean themselves up.
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“What got you so riled up this morning?” Taehyung asks while drying his hair with a towel.
Jungkook zips his jeans and shrugs, “the game. What else? Did you forget or you don’t care enough?”
Taehyung snorts, “I care for the game, yes, but that’s not my entire personality.” He nods when Jungkook looks at him, “yeah. You need to chill. Not everyone is fretting over the championship as you are.”
Jungkook scoffs, “well, certainly you don’t give a fuck. If you did, you won’t have time flirting around—” he stops when he realizes what he said, he licks his lips with a silent curse at himself, “fuck this.”
“Wait,” Taehyung takes a hold of Jungkook’s elbow, “what did you mean by that?”
“Nothing,” Jungkook jerks himself free, “just…” he scowls at Taehyung, “you better not cost us the championship trophy, Kim,” his jaw ticks, “if you do, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Taehyung’s eyes wander over his face with a smirk, “oh, is that a challenge, Jeon?”
Jungkook shrugs, “you can take it as one.”
Taehyung steps closer, crowding Jungkook against the lockers, “how about we strike a deal, baby highness?” he places a hand beside Jungkook’s head and leans closer, “if we win the semi-finals,” his eyes trail over Jungkook’s face, “you can make me do whatever you want,” he puts a hand over Jungkook’s chest when Jungkook goes to interrupt him, “and, if we lose…” Taehyung takes a deep breath, “you’ll never have to deal with me again.”
Jungkook forgets struggling for a second, “huh?”
Taehyung nods with that same, infuriating smirk, “you heard me,” Taehyung leans in to mouth at Jungkook’s jaw, “I’ll be off your dick. I swear.”
Taehyung pulls back with a smirk, “now if I see you putting in extra efforts for the game, I’d know what you’re up to, Jeon.”
“Oh, fuck off!” Jungkook pushes off of the locker, “the only thing I’ll work hard for is the championship trophy so we can go to the intercollege tournament in five months. Not because you’ll be my genie and grant me a wish,” he eyes Taehyung, “as if I have anything to ask you of. Loser.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes before turning away, “yeah, yeah. Fuck off. We’ll see.”
꒰𓂋꒱
Jungkook misses the time when he didn’t know Taehyung. He misses having peaceful days. He misses the fun practices. He misses passing time with his friends in the cafeteria of their university. He misses the parties he used to get shitfaced drunk in and enjoy.
Now he sees Taehyung everywhere and it gets overwhelming.
Just like today. Jungkook is sitting with his friends in the cafeteria and Taehyung comes in with his friends. Hoseok, Jimin, Seojoon and Bogum. All of them are immersed in their own world. Taehyung sits with Jimin while the other three go to order.
Jungkook can’t help but notice how Bogum comes back with the tray full of lunch and places it carefully in front of Taehyung. He mockingly glares at Taehyung when Taehyung protests about something on his tray. Then Bogum is ruffling Taehyung’s hair and smiling as Taehyung pouts. Taehyung gives in with a huff of a smile and pats the chair beside him that Bogum occupies.
Jungkook realizes he is grasping onto the can of coke too strongly when coke starts to spill over his hand. He lets it go and swipes his eyes over his friends to make sure no one noticed him. He pauses as soon as he finds Jin. Jin is looking at him with cocked eyebrows. A thinly veiled smirk hanging at the corners of his lips.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks away.
“Gguk!”
Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when he hears Mingyu. He looks over at the door of the cafeteria to see the guy almost barge inside and dodge everyone in his rush to run up to Jungkook.
“There you are!” Mingyu holds up two tickets to a movie he was excitedly talking about to Jungkook for a few months now, “I got the tickets. You’re coming with me!”
“Eh?” Jungkook groans, “Gyu, when did I agree to this?”
Mingyu plops down on Jungkook’s lap, earning a laugh from the others, “come on, darling,” he whines with an exaggerated pout, “for me?! Your soulmate? Please?!”
Over Mingyu’s shoulder, Jungkook’s eyes get stuck on Taehyung because Taehyung is looking at them now. His intense eyes focused on Mingyu on Jungkook’s lap. Something flutters in Jungkook’s stomach and he is wrapping his arm around Mingyu’s waist while keeping the eye-contact with Taehyung.
Taehyung’s eyes follow the movement and he huffs out a silent laugh before shaking his head. His eyes seem to burn when they match Jungkook’s gaze again. Taehyung places a hand over Bogum’s thigh, squeezes it and turns to him to say something in his ear that has Bogum choking on his coffee.
Jungkook watches Bogum hold out the sandwich he was eating and Taehyung takes a bite while holding that eye-contact. He licks his lip, spreading the mayonnaise on his lower lip. Bogum blinks before reaching to wipe it off of Taehyung’s lip.
Jungkook’s nails dig into Mingyu’s waist when Bogum sucks onto the finger with his eyes glued on Taehyung. Taehyung ducks his head, as if shy, and looks at Jungkook. Those eyes hold a challenge Jungkook is too familiar with after all these months.
He rubs his hand up and down on Mingyu’s side, “fine, let’s go and watch the movie tonight,” he squeezes Mingyu’s ass with a playful smirk, “your treat. Also,” his voice rises an octave so it’s loud enough for others, “when we get back to the dorm, you’re giving me a massage.”
“Done!” Mingyu obliviously gets up, “I’ll see you after classes. You’re giving me a lift on your bike.”
Jungkook agrees and Mingyu leaves. He looks at Taehyung to see Taehyung get up, too.
“I need to attend a class,” Taehyung looks at the Rolex on his wrist, “hyung,” he eyes Bogum with a playful smile, “you mind coming over to mine tonight to have some ramen?”
Bogum’s throat bobs as he looks up at Taehyung with stars in his eyes, “no,” he sounds wounded, “of course, not.”
“Okay,” Taehyung ruffles his hair with a short laugh, “see you.”
Jungkook watches Taehyung leave.
꒰𓂋꒱
Jungkook gets a call that night as he is about to leave his last class to pick Mingyu up from their shared dorm. He looks at the number and curses.
“What?”
“Are you busy?” Taehyung sounds bored himself.
Jungkook’s tongue rolls in his mouth, “you know very well that I am.”
Taehyung doesn’t seem to care much about it, “my friends aren’t here and I needed a second opinion. Sending you some pictures, select one for me.”
Before Jungkook can ask what it is about, Taehyung is cutting the call. Then his phone buzzes with a few messages. Jungkook opens them after sitting on his bike. He is thankful for the support because his knees suddenly feel too weak to hold his weight.
Taehyung sent three pictures of himself in lace thongs and garter belts strapped to the fishnet that ends in high heels. Taehyung’s broad back is bare to the mirror as he clicked the picture while looking over his shoulder. His biceps are prominent from how he holds the phone.
One set is white, one is black, and the last one is pink.
Jungkook scrolls the pictures until a text pops up.
“Which one do you think will get me the best dicking of my life?”
Jungkook blows out a deep breath. He hasn’t ever seen a guy in such clothing. Never imagined a buff man as Taehyung in such clothing in his wildest dreams. Now that he is looking at the pictures, all other thoughts fly out of his mind and the only one lingers is a bitter one.
That Bogum is who Taehyung is getting ready for. Bogum will see him like this.
With his jaw set, Jungkook types back a reply, “if you think Bogum can give you the ‘best dicking’ of your life, then I’ve nothing to tell you, Kim.”
He sees Taehyung start to type and then it pops up.
“Then, who do you suggest? You? You’re busy tonight, and I want to fuck.”
Jungkook furiously types back, “the pink one. Got me real hard, Kim,” he snorts, “pretty sure your Bogumie will milk in his pants. Have a great night bouncing on his dick.”
With that, he pushes the phone back into his pocket and starts the bike. Anger and frustration pulsate through his veins while Jungkook rides towards his dorm to pick Mingyu up. He doesn’t understand why he is so angry and it makes him even more angry.
When he reaches their dorm, Mingyu is already waiting under the building with a friend, Wonwoo. Jungkook stops the bike and looks at them with a sigh of relief.
“Listen, guys,” he waves his hand vaguely, “there’s something important that came up out of the blue. I can’t go to the movies,” he gestures at Wonwoo, “maybe, you can take him, gyu?” he notices how Mingyu’s cheeks redden, Wonwoo looking at him with wide eyes, Jungkook nods in satisfaction, “great. I’ve to run. See you.”
“You owe me one!” Mingyu shouts after him as Jungkook starts the bike.
Jungkook holds up his middle finger as the bike speeds up, “it’s the other way around.”
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Jungkook rings the bell for the fourth time when he hears the lock jiggle before the door of Taehyung’s penthouse clicks open. Jungkook frowns when he sees Taehyung.
The man is wearing soft-cotton pajamas with a ragged white t-shirt. His eyes are puffy and red-rimmed. As soon as he sees Jungkook, he wipes at his eyes and his expression hardens.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jungkook takes a step forward, “what’s wrong?” he reaches for Taehyung without thinking, “you look sick—”
Taehyung slaps his hand away before glaring at him, “fuck off, Jeon. Why are you here?” he looks over Jungkook’s shoulder, “I’m waiting for someone. Can you leave?”
“No,” Jungkook puts his palm over Taehyung’s chest to keep him at bay as he steps inside the penthouse, “I cancelled my plan to come here. So, no. I’m not leaving,” he toes off his shoes before stepping closer to Taehyung whose eyes are finally on him, “now tell me what’s wrong?”
“Why did you cancel your plan?” Taehyung’s eyes are vulnerable swirls of emotions Jungkook can’t seem to read.
He shrugs with a forced cocky smirk, “saw your ass in those outfits. You,” he leans in, “got me hard, Kim.”
Taehyung’s face falls and then he is looking away, “right,” he closes his eyes to inhale deeply, “right, of course,” he chuckles with a shake of his head and then he is looking back at Jungkook with the expression Jungkook is familiar with, cocky and condescending, “but, I’m waiting for Bogumie hyung.”
“Cancel it,” Jungkook shrugs, “you knew very well what you were doing when you sent me those pictures, Kim,” he shrugs out of his jacket, “now, we can get down to business or you can tell me off. I’ll just go home.”
“Or,” Taehyung leans against the closed door with a playful smirk, “threesome.”
Jungkook halts, eyes snapping to Taehyung, “what?”
Taehyung nods, swiftly taking off his t-shirt and arching off of the door with his index finger hooking on the waistband of his pajama.
“You and Bogumie hyung,” he shrugs, “I can take you both.”
“No!” Jungkook takes a threatening step forward with his eyes blazing on Taehyung, “I’m not sharing you with him. You have to choose, Kim,” he walks up to stand in front of Taehyung and his hands rest on both sides of Taehyung’s hips, “Bogumie hyung or me?”
The silence is palpable. Thick with tension. They keep glaring at each other.
Then Taehyung is pushing off of the door and wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders to lean dangerously closer to his face. Their lips ghost over each other’s while they still maintain their glares.
Jungkook leans in on instinct when his eyes fall on Taehyung’s parted lips. Then he feels the grip on his hair and Taehyung is pulling his face away to look at him properly.
“You,” Taehyung spits the words like venom and it burns under Jungkook’s skin, “you,” Taehyung leans in to mouth at his jaw, “you.”
The fire ignites in Jungkook’s stomach and he is grasping the back of Taehyung’s thighs to pull him up in his arms. Taehyung wraps his legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders. His mouth prepping kisses all over Jungkook’s face but closely missing his mouth.
Jungkook carries Taehyung to the bedroom and flops him down on the bed. Taehyung straightens and Jungkook eyes the bedroom floor to see the discarded sets of lingerie on the floor. He looks at Taehyung with an arched brow and Taehyung shrugs.
“I didn’t feel like it anymore,” Taehyung gnaws on his lower lip, sharp eyes flickering to Jungkook’s, “what?” he scoffs, “lost your boner seeing me in my cotton pajama?”
Jungkook takes a long look at Taehyung before he climbs on the bed, “you get me hard by simply existing, Kim,” he pulls Taehyung’s pajama down, “I don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing.”
Taehyung’s throat bobs as he pushes Jungkook back and straddles him, “good,” he ruts against Jungkook, “then, fuck me.”
Jungkook nods, squeezing his ass, “gladly.”
꒰𓂋꒱
Jungkook lights a cigarette and stretches himself. He is sitting at the edge of Taehyung’s bed. Stark naked. His eyes are on the bedroom glass-wall that’s covered with thick curtains now. He looks over his shoulder at Taehyung who is wiping himself clean with some tissues.
Taehyung turns his head when he feels eyes on him, “what?”
Jungkook shrugs, “Bogum never showed up.”
Taehyung looks away, busy wiping at his abs with the ruined tissue, “I called it off before you came. Wasn’t feeling well.”
Jungkook turns entirely to face Taehyung, “you… weren’t feeling well?” he frowns, “Kim, I fucked you into the mattress. What…” he reaches to hold Taehyung’s wrist to make him look over, “why didn’t you tell me? Shit, you could’ve said—”
“Knock it off,” Taehyung jerks his hand free, getting up from the bed with a scoff, “I’m not some damsel in distress who can’t voice his discomfort. I wanted you to fuck me. It’s not that deep, Jeon. Go home.”
Jungkook’s mouth snaps closed and he pulls his hand away as if burnt, “fuck you, Kim,” he gets up with the cigarette dangling between his lips, “why do I even try with you?”
He watches Taehyung walk towards the curtains and pull it aside to peer outside. They both see the heavy downpour cascading down the glass-wall. Taehyung looks over his shoulder at Jungkook and Jungkook rolls his eyes. He picks up his jeans and shirt.
“See you around,” Jungkook shrugs on his shirt, looking around for his boxers.
“It’s raining cats and dogs,” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, “stay.”
“No way in hell,” Jungkook snorts, rummaging around to find his boxers, “fucking shit, where did it—”
“Shower with me.”
Jungkook stops on his track and straightens, “what?”
Taehyung gestures at the bathroom, “come. Shower with me,” he reaches behind himself to scratch at his back awkwardly, “you came all over my back. Help me wash.”
Jungkook grips the jeans in his hold, “Kim…”
Taehyung opens the bathroom door, “if you’re good,” his eyes hood over, “I’ll suck you off in there. Come on.”
Jungkook drops the jeans and follows Taehyung without another word.
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Jungkook finds himself back on Taehyung’s bed as the rain continues.
“I’ll leave as soon as the rain stops,” he murmurs, not even lying down but sitting awkwardly against the headrest.
Taehyung lies down, stretches under the blanket, “yeah, whatever,” he looks over his shoulder at Jungkook, “or, you can just fucking lie down. The gap in the blanket is letting in the cold air. Come on.”
Jungkook curses before lying down as far away from Taehyung as he can.
He doesn’t know when he falls asleep but when he wakes up, the darkness in the room has faded to a gentle glow of the day outside. Jungkook looks to his side to see an empty bed. With a curse, he gets up and wears his jeans. He looks around for his shirt before he hears the whistle coming from the living room.
Jungkook walks out and freezes.
Taehyung is in the kitchen with a slice of bread in his hand that he is putting in the toaster. He is bopping to a song coming from the radio and…
He is wearing Jungkook’s shirt. The buttons are lazily done, revealing his abs and bare legs. Jungkook walks up to the kitchen as if hypnotized.
Taehyung looks over and stills, too, “oh,” he licks his lower lip, looking away, “hey.”
Jungkook swallows, “you’re wearing my shirt.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as he looks down at himself, “fuck! I… yeah. Sorry,” he unbuttons the shirt, “I didn’t realize. I just—”
Jungkook rounds the kitchen and watches Taehyung unbutton it entirely to reveal his toned chest and stomach. He is wearing nothing underneath. Jungkook feels himself hardening in his jeans. He looks up at Taehyung and Taehyung’s throat bobs as he sees the look in Jungkook’s eyes.
Without a word, Jungkook arranges Taehyung to face the kitchen counter and fits himself behind the elder. As he unbuckles his jeans, he mouths at Taehyung’s bare shoulder where the shirt fell off.
“You’ll be the death of me, Kim,” Jungkook spits in his hand to lather his cock.
Taehyung spreads his legs, bending over the counter as he looks over his shoulder at Jungkook with a cocky smirk, “gladly.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer. Instead, he slowly sinks in Taehyung. Both of them forget about using a condom.
꒰𓂋꒱
Things start to change after that day.
Jungkook often finds himself in Taehyung’s penthouse. Taehyung comes to find him every evening after his classes and Jungkook gives him a ride on his bike. When they reach Taehyung’s building, Taehyung takes a hold of his wrist and without much protest, Jungkook follows the man inside.
Some nights Jungkook leave after they are done having sex, some nights he stays. Sleeps beside Taehyung and wakes up to fuck him again before they have breakfast and Jungkook leaves for his dorm.
Time passes quickly until it’s the day of the semi-finals and Jungkook is pacing in front of their bench. He looks over at the cheerleaders of their university to see Jimin forming the lines while Hoseok checks his banner. Jungkook sees Hana. Hana smiles at him, walking over.
“Hi, Jungkook,” she grasps her hands in front of her, blush coating her cheeks when she smiles up at him, “all the best for the game.”
Jungkook smiles, “thanks, Hana,” he gestures at her, “you too. All the best. Be safe with the cheering.”
Hana’s blush deepens, “umm,” she eyes Jungkook’s varsity jacket, “would you mind if I wear your jacket and cheer? For you, I mean.”
Jungkook looks at his varsity jacket and back at Hana. His eyes skid over to Taehyung who walks out in the court and Jimin runs to him for a hug. Jungkook watches his other friends wrap their arms around Taehyung, too. Taehyung smiles at them, talking animatedly.
“Uhh,” Jungkook picks up his jacket, “sure,” he hands it over to Hana, “if that’s what you want.”
Hana grins, “thank you, Jungkook,” she goes on her toes to plant a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek before quickly stepping back, “see you after the game.”
Jungkook watches her go and his eyes move to Taehyung.
Taehyung isn’t smiling anymore. Instead, his eyes are frozen on Hana as Hana wears the jacket with Jungkook’s initials and number on it, showing it off to the others. Then those sharp eyes flicker to Jungkook and Taehyung grimaces. Jungkook holds his breath as Taehyung walks over to their bleachers.
Taehyung stretches his arms over his head lazily, warming up for the game, “you got lipstick stain on your cheek,” he says casually before eyeing Hana, “that’s a cool way of announcing who you’re taking home after the game,” that cocky smirk comes back and Taehyung’s blazing eyes find Jungkook, “missed fucking her, Jeon?”
Jungkook makes an impassive face, “mind your business, Kim. Focus on the game.”
Before Taehyung can retort, the coach claps his hands to gather them around him. The game starts.
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Taehyung is fierce on the court that day. Jungkook can’t help but stare in awe as the center keeps scoring for them. Jungkook hisses when one of the opponent players backs up against Taehyung knowingly and hits him on the nose with his elbow. Taehyung doubles over as blood starts to seep out of his nose and he covers it with his hand.
Jungkook dashes up to him, “fuck,” he tries to cup Taehyung’s face, “let me see—”
Taehyung slaps his hand away, glaring over his shoulder at that player, “you bloody bastard!” he pushes past Jungkook as their other teammates crowd around Taehyung, “you fucking sore loser! What the fuck do you think you were doing?!”
“I didn’t see you, you moron!” the player walks up to Taehyung.
Jungkook grabs Taehyung by his elbow to pull him back, “don’t!” he pushes against Taehyung’s chest, “you need to get yourself checked.”
Taehyung ignores him but follows the medics when the coach intervenes. Jungkook watches Taehyung go and sit on the bleachers and looks at the player who did that to him.
The game starts again after Taehyung comes back and between the four of them, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung, they secure the semi-final.
Taehyung stares when Jungkook trips the player, who hit Taehyung, on his way out of the court. The guy goes crashing against the hard floor with a cry as his elbow hits the ground. As his friends look over at Jungkook, Jungkook passes a half-hearted apology before walking off.
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Jungkook walks up to Taehyung who is shouldering his bag, “let’s go.”
“Where?” Taehyung frowns at him in confusion.
“Home?” Jungkook wonders in confusion, “you need to check up with the doctor before you can leave though.”
“I know,” Taehyung gestures at the other end of the court, “and, I’m going with my friends,” he looks at someone over Jungkook’s shoulder before his lips twist cynically, “no need to waste time on me, Jeon. Not when you have such a grand evening planned.”
Jungkook watches Bogum and Jimin walk over to help Taehyung with his bag and everything. Bogum wraps an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder as they go.
“Jungkook.”
Jungkook turns to see Hana smiling at him, “congratulations,” she rocks on her Converse, “I was thinking, maybe we can catch up? Maybe we can go back to my place…”
Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Taehyung who is almost out of the court. He nods at what Bogum said before ducking his head. His shoulders are hunched as he walks.
“Sorry, Hana,” Jungkook takes a step back, “I’ll see you around. Right now, I have to go,” he turns on his feet, “Kim!”
Taehyung stops and looks over his shoulder at him in confusion. Jungkook runs up to him.
Taehyung turns to face him fully, “what?”
Jungkook ignores Jimin who is glaring at him and a confused Bogum, “remember your words?” he wishes they were alone but, they aren’t and it is what it is, “I get to ask anything from you. The offer. Remember?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen for a second before he narrows them, “what do you want?” he gestures at his injured nose, “you really can’t wait a day?”
“I want you to come with me tonight,” Jungkook reaches to take Taehyung’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, “and, that’s all I ask of you. Now, it’s up to you. If you want to break the promise you made, just say so.”
“Back off, Jungkook,” Jimin steps forward, “you can see how he is looking. He is in no way fit for—”
“Chim,” Taehyung’s eyes don’t waver from Jungkook’s face, “I’ll collect my bag from your penthouse tomorrow,” then he looks at Bogum, “hyung, we’ll talk about the next game tomorrow, too. Yeah?”
“Of course,” Bogum nods while risking a glance at Jungkook, “of course, Tae. Don’t worry.”
Jungkook blows out a deep breath and ignores Jimin’s protests as he drags Taehyung away from the court. On their way out, the others catch up with them, asking them to join the team for a celebratory dinner that the coach is paying for. Jungkook denies it all and leads Taehyung to his bike.
“Where are you taking me?” Taehyung swings his leg over the bike to sit with a sigh.
Jungkook places the helmet on Taehyung’s head, tying it with careful manoeuvre while their eyes stay glued on each other. Jungkook can’t help but think how beautiful Taehyung looks. Even with a bruised nose. He clears his throat and gets on the bike himself.
“My place,” Jungkook starts the bike, “do you know how we middle-class students live, Kim?”
Taehyung snorts, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist, “I guess, I’ll know tonight.”
꒰𓂋꒱
Jungkook steps aside to let Taehyung walk inside the dorm he shares with Mingyu. Mingyu is out with Wonwoo and he’s going to crash at his place, so Jungkook has the dorm for himself. He locks the door and turns to see Taehyung taking off his shoes and looking around the place.
The dorm opens to the living room which has an open kitchen attached to it. Across from the main door, there are two doors that lead to two bedrooms. Jungkook hesitates by the door with his eyes on Taehyung.
“It’s nothing fancy,” he hangs the keys and shrugs out of his jacket, not matching Taehyung’s eyes, “surely your living room is bigger than the entire thing combined but it serves the purpose. Also—”
“I like how cosy it is,” Taehyung looks at the couch and back at the closed doors before he steps towards the couch.
“That’s my bedroom,” Jungkook gestures and nods when Taehyung looks at him, “let’s go.”
He leads Taehyung inside the bedroom and cracks open the window to let in some fresh air. Taehyung sits at the edge of the bed and looks around the place. Jungkook can’t help but look at Taehyung. Can’t help but think how expensive Taehyung looks in his branded clothes and accessories. His eyes trail over Taehyung’s face and he again thinks just how beautiful Taehyung looks, even with a bruise forming around his nose.
Taehyung looks at him, “what? You’re gawking.”
Jungkook’s face colours and he looks away with a frown, “sit. I’ll get something to eat for you to take the meds.”
Taehyung hesitates, “why did you bring me here, Jeon?” he gestures at himself, “can’t do shit tonight. My head hurts.”
Jungkook frowns, “did I ask you to do something?”
“What else do we do other than fucking?” Taehyung plays with his hands on his lap, “you should’ve brought Hana here. After all, it’s a night of celebration.”
“I’m celebrating,” Jungkook walks towards the door, “the way I’d like. Now change,” he gestures at the cupboard, “find something. The bathroom is that one,” he points at the door across from his bed, “freshen up. I’ll be right back.”
“Shower with me,” Taehyung gets up, fingers brushing over Jungkook’s arm as he passes him, “let’s save some time and water.”
Jungkook doesn’t protest. He follows Taehyung inside the cramped space.
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The two of them eat while something plays on Jungkook’s laptop. Both of them are not paying it much attention as they keep stealing glances at each other.
“I didn’t know you could cook so well,” Taehyung chews the noodles in a pout, “this is really great.”
Jungkook’s chest expands with the compliment and he tries to wave it off but his lips stretch on a small smile, “I presume you’re shit at cooking?”
Taehyung shrugs, “parents never let me in the kitchen and yeah. I can’t make anything more than instant noodles.”
Jungkook snorts, “well, you don’t have to. I can.”
They both go quiet as soon as the words register with them. Jungkook focuses on shoving more noodles in his mouth so he doesn’t speak again and Taehyung, to his credit, changes the subject to ask Jungkook about the game.
After they are done, Taehyung follows Jungkook to the kitchen and helps him wash the dishes.
Then they come back to the bedroom to lie down on Jungkook’s single bed, facing each other.
“I’m sorry.”
Taehyung frowns, “for what?”
Jungkook doesn’t match those eyes, “you probably had a way better celebration planned with your friends,” he tongues the inside of his cheek, “and, Bogum. I ruined it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Taehyung snorts, “yeah, don’t think,” he turns to lie on his back, “I’d have left if I was bored.”
Jungkook looks at him, taking note of the moonlight glistening on the curves of that face. Can’t help but notice how puffy and inviting those lips look. Jungkook curses himself and lies on his back, too, looking at the ceiling.
“That’s all you wanted?” Taehyung whispers, “for me to be here? You don’t want anything else?” his lips twist, “you don’t want to make me your bitch for a day or a week or so? You don’t want to publicly humiliate me?”
“No,” Jungkook’s throat bobs, “your display of everything should be for my eyes only,” he feels Taehyung’s eyes on him but he forces his own to stay glued on the ceiling, “your shame, your anger, your hurt, your mortification, your…” he licks his lower lip before looking at Taehyung, “happiness. I want all of you to be for me only.”
Taehyung quickly looks away with his lips twisted in a mocking smirk, “I got hit in the face, Jeon. Why the fuck are you talking like you hit your head somewhere?” he turns his back to Jungkook then, “sleep. I’m tired.”
Jungkook turns to face his back, wrapping an arm around Taehyung and feeling the elder go taut, “okay.”
He expected Taehyung to shove him away but Taehyung doesn’t. So Jungkook squirms closer until his lips are ghosting over Taehyung’s nape. He kisses Taehyung there, burying his face against his freshly shampooed hair.
“Good night, Kim,” Jungkook murmurs.
Taehyung leans against him, “good night, Jeon.”
꒰𓂋꒱
The next morning Mingyu sees Taehyung coming out of Jungkook’s room and freezes. Jungkook glares at him and he is bowing to Taehyung with an awkward smile that Taehyung returns just as awkwardly.
“I didn’t know,” Mingyu gestures between them, “you two…”
“I’ll call a cab,” Taehyung pulls out his phone and briskly walks ahead.
“I’m dropping you,” Jungkook smacks Mingyu on the head and grabs Taehyung’s wrist to drag him out of the dorm.
“I need to collect the bag from Chim’s place and we have lunch planned,” Taehyung curses, “let me get a cab.”
“It’s okay,” Jungkook gets on the bike and holds out the helmet for him, “hop on.”
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Jungkook stops the bike in front of Jimin’s building and Taehyung gets off. He hesitates while Jungkook waits. There is a certain sense of awkwardness. Both of them aren’t sure what to say now.
“I’ll see you,” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s wrist and starts the bike.
“Jeon,” Taehyung looks anywhere but at him, “thanks for last night. I enjoyed it.”
Jungkook stares but before he can say anything Taehyung is rushing inside the gated community. Jungkook watches him as long as he can before he leaves with a smile on his face that refuses to leave.
꒰𓂋꒱
“What’s our deal for the finals?” Jungkook asks one day as they get inside Taehyung’s penthouse after a busy day at the university.
Taehyung drops the backpack carelessly on the floor and looks over his shoulder at Jungkook, “what do you want?”
Jungkook sits on the backrest of the couch and watches Taehyung go to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.
“I have something in mind,” he crosses his arms over his chest.
Taehyung leisurely walks up to him, leaning against him until Jungkook wraps his arms around his waist, “and, what is that?”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker from Taehyung’s eyes to his mouth and then back to his eyes, “if we win the finals and I score more baskets than the others,” he squeezes Taehyung’s hips, “you’ll kiss me.”
Taehyung arches a brow, “aren’t you coming off a little desperate, Jeon?”
Jungkook shrugs, “maybe. But, there must be a reason you won’t kiss me. If that’s a boundary you never want to cross, just tell me. I’ll never ask about it again.”
Taehyung pulls back with a sigh, “it’s stupid and no, I don’t want you to laugh at me.”
Jungkook takes a hold of his elbow to pull him between his arms again, “I’ll keep my mouth zipped,” he gestures like zipping his mouth, “tell me.”
Taehyung doesn’t look at him as he speaks, “it’s the most cliché and stupid reason, Jeon. Drop it.”
“Tell me,” Jungkook noses the side of Taehyung’s cheek, “we’ve seen each other’s worst. You can’t tell me something I won’t be able to take. Come on.”
Taehyung gives in with a sigh before fixing Jungkook with a bored look, “I’m keeping it for someone special,” he looks away when his face starts to heat up, “I want to kiss the person I fall in love with. Just him and no one else.”
Jungkook’s hold around Taehyung goes slack, “oh,” he straightens, “uhm… right. Sorry, I,” he chuckles nervously, “so, you never…?”
Taehyung shakes his head, “who cares?” he sounds defensive, “I’m great in bed. No one gives a fuck about a kiss.”
Jungkook does. He desperately wants to kiss Taehyung and after knowing the reason, the urge somehow intensifies. He can’t help but look at those lips and crave them on his.
The realization also dawns on him that Taehyung is saving his first kiss for the person he falls in love with and that person is not Jungkook. Obviously not Jungkook. Of course, not. Maybe it’s Bogum?
Jungkook looks away, “have you… met someone you think you can kiss…?”
Taehyung sighs, “yes,” he nods when Jungkook’s wide eyes find him, “I have,” he gives a helpless smile and those eyes shine with something unreadable, “but, he’s an idiot and I don’t think he feels the same.”
So maybe that’s why Taehyung comes to Jungkook. Because he thinks Bogum doesn’t feel the same. He comes to Jungkook to forget about Bogum.
Oh…
Jungkook is just a rebound to him.
Jungkook straightens, “right, I…” now he surely knows it’s Bogum, he nods to himself, “of course. What an idiot,” he cringes at himself and waves his hand, “fuck, I forgot,” he looks at his wristwatch, “I’ve to go. There’s this—”
“It’s okay,” Taehyung stops him with a tender smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “you can go.”
Jungkook almost dashes out of there.
꒰𓂋꒱
Jungkook keeps his distance from Taehyung since then. He can’t seem to fathom the idea that Taehyung always had his eyes on Bogum and Jungkook was just a rebound for him. The thought keeps him up at night. What also bothers him is how affected he is by the revelation. Silent tears roll out of his eyes and soak up the pillows. He starts to focus on himself and the upcoming finals because everything else reminds him of Taehyung.
Jungkook also denies Hana’s offer to go somewhere for lunch and clears with her that he is not interested in her that way.
By the time finals roll in, Jungkook is desperate for it all to be over so he can take those two weeks’ break and get away from all this. He is tired of seeing Taehyung with Bogum every day. The guy accompanies Taehyung to the university and they leave together, too. Jungkook tries not to take note of them but it’s hard when all his senses are so attuned with Taehyung. Even his teammates are picking up on it. They share glances every time he and Taehyung cross paths on the court. But, Taehyung never once stops to spare him a glance. He just acts like Jungkook doesn’t exist and Jungkook also does the same. It’s better that way, he believes.
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Jungkook focuses on the game like his life depends on it. He is angry at himself for getting so deep into something he can’t comprehend. He is hurt, and he doesn’t know why it hurts so much. He is frustrated. It all comes out in his game. He is scoring one basket after another.
When the game ends, everyone runs up to Jungkook because he scored 79 solely. Jungkook grins as his teammates crowd around him to scream and cry in happiness. He looks at the scoreboard and laughs when he sees the cheerleaders clapping along with the audience. Then his eyes move onto the man they seem to always search nowadays and his smile dims as soon as he finds Taehyung.
Taehyung is standing at a distance from the circle. His eyes are on Jungkook. When their eyes meet, Taehyung nods and Jungkook nods back before looking away.
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“I’m really tired, guys,” Jungkook denies his friends again, “I just want to go back to the hotel and sleep this entire day off.”
As the winning basket scorer, he gets the treat of a hotel suite entirely for himself. Sponsored by the university.
Jungkook returns to the suite and freshens up. As he is planning to order his dinner, the doorbell rings.
Jungkook opens it to Taehyung standing there. He also changed and freshened up.
“What…” Jungkook frowns, “what are you doing here?”
Taehyung looks awkward, a little shy, unlike his usual persona, “I’m here to congratulate you,” he steps closer, “and…”
Jungkook steps back to let Taehyung in and Taehyung closes the door with his foot. His hands loop around Jungkook, fingers playing with his wet hair. Taehyung breathes in deeply.
Jungkook’s eyes wander over Taehyung’s face curiously. Taehyung looks hesitant and that’s something so out of character with him. He is always confident in whatever he does. Jungkook arches a silent brow in question and Taehyung shrugs.
“I’m here to…”
Taehyung is then leaning in and pressing his lips against Jungkook’s parted ones. Jungkook freezes. Taehyung comes closer, wrapping his arms tightly around Jungkook to kiss him deeply.
“To give you,” Taehyung’s tongue licks over Jungkook’s parted lips before pushing inside his mouth, “this,” he kisses Jungkook harder, “and, if you’ll have it, a few more.”
Jungkook breaks out of his stupor and grabs at Taehyung. He kisses Taehyung back like he is starving. Taehyung gasps into the kiss, leaning back with the force until his back hits the door. Jungkook kisses him again, swallowing Taehyung’s words and gasps. Their tongues roll around each other, battling for dominance until Taehyung caves. Jungkook licks into his mouth hungrily, growling into the kiss. Taehyung nips onto his lower lip and Jungkook curses, sucking onto Taehyung’s lips before soothing the burn with his tongue.
They kiss until their lungs start to protest. When they pull back, their foreheads rest against each other. Their eyes are closed as they try to regain their breathing.
Jungkook opens his eyes after a moment and looks at Taehyung. Taehyung does the same.
“So…” Jungkook licks his lower lip, “what about your feelings for Bogum?”
Taehyung frowns in confusion for a second before realization colours his face exasperated. He rolls his eyes and straightens to wrap his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders to lean on him.
“I chose you, Jeon,” he smirks, “remember?”
Jungkook pulls Taehyung closer, “not Jeon,” he kisses Taehyung on the mouth again, “take my name, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s lips twitch, and he whispers in Jungkook’s ear, “only if you can make me scream it tonight.”
Jungkook’s chest expands as he inhales sharply. Then he is picking Taehyung up and rushing towards the bedroom. Taehyung laughs, wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist and cupping his face with both of his hands to kiss him senseless again. Jungkook groans into the kiss, kicking open the bedroom door.
“Oh, you will scream my name, babe,” he drops Taehyung on the bed, smirking at him as he cages him between his arms, “I’ll make sure of it.”
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