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Moving to Seoul was a huge achievement for Jeongguk – one of the biggest in his life. Fresh out of university with a Film degree under his belt, he knew that there was only so far living in Busan would get him. Having exhausted most of his film opportunities back home, he bid a teary goodbye to his parents, promising to call them every week.

It was the chance of a lifetime; an apprenticeship with a small studio working on Indie films and docu-series in Seoul was not something he was prepared to turn down.

Although the fairy tale seemed to be coming true, it became apparent in his house hunting that most new places were well out of his budget, even with the promise of help from his parents. So that’s how he found himself, bags in tow, shuffling into a loft apartment of an older building. It was cosy. The layout was open-plan; the kitchen was pretty small, with a table only big enough for two people tucked against the wall and the living room looked a little tired. A slightly worn three-seater faced a coffee table, atop a surprisingly plush grey rug and a wall space that would be perfect for the TV he’d ordered.

An empty bookcase sat against another wall, with a rather sad-looking house plant that looked like it needed some TLC.

The main thing was the large window that took up most of the far wall, looking out from the tall building onto a small park. It gave the place some much needed natural light and Jeongguk took no time to crack it open, in hope of clearing some of the musty smell. The landlady had told him the place had been empty a little over a month, with the past tenant being an older lady who simply couldn’t manage to live by herself any more – the remaining furniture had been hers, though she chose to leave it behind.

A small corridor to the left of the apartment led to the only bathroom, which was small but clean with modern looking fixtures (much to Jeongguk’s relief). On the other side of the corridor was the door to his new bedroom. Pushing the door open, he grimaced at the creak the wood gave and made a mental note to do something about that.

“Wow” He whispered, eyes wide as he took in the room. The previous tenant clearly took pride in their bedroom the most; the bed was huge and quite high, with an ornate mahogany wooden frame and new-looking mattress. Obviously the bed was bare, but Jeongguk had bought new bedding anyway, he would just need to figure out which box they were packed in. Another rug took up the majority of the floor, coloured a deep crimson and Jeongguk wriggled his toes into the fabric with a pleased sigh. The fittings and fixtures of the room were made of the same mahogany, but his eyes were immediately drawn to probably the most decorate piece in the whole apartment.

A full-body length mirror was hung on the wall to the left of the wardrobe – it’s frame was a deep gold (looking like it probably needed a good polish) and curved and curled in a delicate design around the spotless mirrored glass.

It was beautiful.

Jeongguk mused that it looked like something you’d see on a old-timey movie set as he stepped to run his fingers over the frame. Smiling, Jeongguk glanced around once more and with a big sigh he set about unboxing his belongings and hanging up his clothes. Slowly the place looked more like his own; his bedding was black satin, which keep him so perfectly cool in the summer heat that was creeping up on him and contrasted nicely with the otherwise colour rich room. The shelves were filled with the few trinkets his mother had packed and the frames of his family were hung in the living room.

The only thing that was sadly lacking was his empty fridge. The landlady had been kind enough to provide him with the absolute bare basics and while he could easily make Ramyeon and eggs for dinner, it wasn’t exactly the first meal he’d been hoping for. A quick flick through his wallet told him his mother had slipped in a few more notes than he had been expecting and so he set off to the grocery store, with a pep in his step and a smile on his face.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

His first sleep in the apartment had been restless, with a new bed and the weight of a new job looming over him, he tossed and turned until his alarm had woken him from the little sleep he’d managed to get.

Even with the bad start to the day, his first day on the job had been a huge success and although all he’d really done was follow the director around and help to take some of the behind-the-scenes photographs, he’d gotten on well with his new colleagues and they seemed happy to have an extra pair of hands on set.

It was a little after 6 by the time he’d made it home; his feet hurt and the tiredness was seeping into his bones, but it was undeniably nice to have a space to call his own to come home to.

Slumping onto the sofa, Jeongguk slid his phone out of his pocket and dialled his mother, knowing she’d be put at ease to hear things were going well.

“Hey Mom… yeah, I’m good, it went well and the place is nice enough” As his Mother gushed down the phone about how proud she was, Jeongguk rolled his shoulder, before pushing back up to stand with a sigh. The last thing he wanted was to sit around in his jeans any longer, so he padded into his room to get changed, silently switching the phone to speaker-mode.

“You want to visit next week? Probably the weekend is best for me, I finish work quite late most days so…” He trailed off as his Mother started talking again, unbuttoning his white shirt, tossing it messily into the clothes basket by the door, before kicking off his jeans. He figured he’d shower later, all he wanted now was something quick to eat and a nap. Pulling on some sweat pants and a t-shirt, he dutifully finished his conversation with his Mother, insisting about 5 times that he was doing just fine and that he didn’t need her to come visit immediately.

The freedom of living alone in a new city was like a weight off his shoulders, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t ignore the worry about loneliness. His colleagues seemed nice and weren’t too far off his own age, so maybe if he put enough effort in, they’d adopt him into their group.

“Yeah, alright… Love you too Mom, speak to you later” As he hung up the phone, something out the corner of his eye drew his attention. Whipping his head around, he stared at the mirror in confusion. He could have sworn he’d seen something move in the mirror, though now he was looking directly at it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Tilting his head, Jeongguk pocketed his phone and walked over, watching himself in the mirror for a few moments before shaking his head. “You’re losing it Jeon” Scratching the back of his neck, Jeongguk made his way back out to his living room to where his laptop sat closed on the coffee table.

His night definitely called for noodles and Netflix and probably an early night, given he had work the next day. Namjoon – the main director – had mentioned something about starting a new project and honestly, Jeongguk couldn’t wait.

It was surprisingly easy to fall into a routine as the days passed, getting up at the same time every day to get ready for work and dragging himself home at the same time every day. To some it would ne monotonous, but he was a creature of habit and his work was exciting enough to keep him from burning out.

The studio was everything he had hoped it would be. Namjoon was a creative genius with more ideas that his own brain could cope with sometimes and Jeongguk was in awe of the man, following him around like a lost puppy more often than not. Yoongi was a quiet man, who Jeongguk was a little scared of at first, but the older man was easily bribed with black coffee and bagels and even let Jeongguk watch him work on the soundtracks for the piece they were working on.

Jimin had been particularly friendly to Jeongguk, being only a few years older than him and the next youngest of the group. The man did a bit of everything on set, from styling the actors to organising props, he was an integral part of the team with enough energy to prop everyone up. Even Jin, the eldest of the group, had taken him under his wing – the man was dating Namjoon and often appeared as an actor in his works, or lingering around the set if he was free. The first day he’d met Jeongguk, he’d come baring a plate of freshly baked cookies and Jeongguk was a goner (even with the weird dad jokes that he’d crack).

They’d also mentioned a man named Hoseok, who was apparently good friends with all of them, particularly Yoongi and Jimin. Jeongguk learned that he owned a bar not far from there which hosted live bands and performers and that the man was quite the entertainer himself.

It was nice – comforting – how quickly they’d accepted him into their lives so wholeheartedly and the fears of being lonely were pushed the back of his mind.

The other thing that’d happened a few times, though Jeongguk was yet to see it fully, was the incidents with the mirror. At first, he could blame his tiredness, or his absentmindedness. But the more often he caught flickers in his mirror, the more he was convincing himself that he was either actually going crazy, or his mirror was possessed. He’d briefly debated getting rid of the mirror, but something in himself just couldn’t let go of the beautiful piece.

The flickers made literally no sense; things like that didn’t happen in real life and maybe if it was possessed, he should feel more scared that something was going to come through the reflective surface when he was asleep and get him. But he didn’t feel unnerved or threatened, instead his curiosity was peaked.

It wasn’t until the Friday night that he saw it for real.

They’d all been out drinking, celebrating starting a new project at Hoseok’s bar (the guys were right, Hoseok was a ray of sunshine that left Jeongguk feeling a little overwhelmed as he was swept into a firm hug the second they was introduced). Jeongguk had given in to Jin and Jimin’s persuasive nature and had maybe had a few more shots than he should have; he’d made it home, though he couldn’t remember how and he stumbled out of his clothes as he headed in the general direction of his bed.

By the time he’d made it to his room, he only had his boxers and black t-shirt on, hair messy and eyes glassy as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. With a drunken chuckle, Jeongguk leaned closer to the mirror, blinking owlishly at himself.

How odd, he mused, as the surface of the mirror seemed to ripple slightly, warping the image of himself. Just how drunk was he? Taking a step away, Jeongguk staggered for a moment before righting himself, eyes never leaving the mirror as the image shown changed entirely.

After a moment, the rippling settled and Jeongguk’s mouth dropped open. The reflection no longer showed his own room, but instead showed what looked like another bedroom, with baby blue walls littered with art works. Swallowing, Jeongguk took a nervous step towards the mirror, unsure whether he had fallen asleep standing up and was dreaming, or if this was actually happening.

Upon closer inspection, he could see a modern looking bed, low to the ground with a grey headboard and silver bedding. What shocked him the most was the person on the bed. A man, with blue hair lay on the bed, belly-down, with what looked like a sketch book open on the bed in front of him. If Jeongguk had been more sober, he’d have thought it was weird to be up at 3am drawing, but all his drunken mind could process was that his mirror was showing him someone else’s room.

Definitely weird.

His hand shook slightly as he raised it, hesitating for a moment before knocking lightly on the glass. He wasn’t sure if the sound or vibration would even pass through the mirror, though at this point, it
didn’t seem as it the laws of physics applied. Maybe he was tripping out after all.

Clearly the sound didn’t pass, judging by the lack of response from the man on the bed as he continued sketching something, feet swinging lazily around behind him. Jeongguk stood there for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Just as he was trying to come up with Plan B to get the guy’s attention, he sat up in the bed, turning around with a big stretch. Their gaze met with equally wide eyes, frozen for what seemed like an eternity. The man slowly rose from the bed, looking like a deer caught in the headlights (though Jeongguk probably looked much the same) and Jeongguk was stumped by how pretty he was, all sharp features and long eyelashes.

He could have sworn the man mouthed ‘what the fuck’ and honestly he couldn’t blame him, what the fuck?!

His steps to the mirror were tentative and their gaze never broke until they were stood, essentially facing each other, separated only by the glass of the mirror. Jeongguk felt considerably more sober now than a few minutes ago, the adrenaline rushing through him clearing his muddy brain. How was he supposed to behave in a situation like this?

The man – which Jeongguk had decided to affectionately nickname ‘Blue’ – tilted his head to the side, before his mouth moved in speech that Jeongguk couldn’t hear. Clearly their voices didn’t travel through the mirror, which was annoying and Jeongguk could only shrug, shooting Blue a timid smile. He received a pout in return, before a big hand was pressed flat against the mirror as dark eyes flitted around, clearly taking in Jeongguk’s own room. Tentatively, Jeongguk placed his own hand directly opposite the other man’s. His hand was slightly smaller than Blue’s much to his dismay and the other seemed to notice too, if the slight smirk was anything to go by.

Suddenly, Jeongguk was very aware of his state of dress, or lack thereof. A quick glance down at himself reminded him that he was stood in a shirt and boxers in front of a man he’d never seen before, who was looking at him through his fucking mirror. Wrenching his hand away from the mirror, he hastily covered himself, which seemed to greatly amuse Blue – a bright boxy smile almost blinding him.

Pretty.

Just as he was shuffling to find some pants, the mirror began warping again, the surface rippling until he could once again only see his own disgruntled reflection. He stood for a good few minutes, staring back at himself as his mind tried to make sense of whether what he’d seen had actually just happened, or if he was simply more drunk than he had realised. A part of him wanted it to be simply delusion; Jeongguk wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react to what was essentially a magic mirror.

Shaking his head and gently slapping his cheeks to clear his head, Jeongguk decided that maybe having a glass of water before bed was something he definitely should do and set about pouring himself a glass before clambering into bed with a lingering glance at the mirror. It was almost taunting him, with how normal it looked again and he huffed, rolling over so he couldn’t see the offensive object as he tried to force himself to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, his dreams were filled with blue hair and big hands and he woke up feeling more exhausted than he had before going to bed. Thank God it was a Saturday and he had no work to do.

Blinking sleepily, his phone screen told him it was a little after noon, but considering the time he had actually fallen asleep was a little before dawn, he definitely hadn’t had as much sleep as he would have hoped. Grumbling under his breath about nothing in particular, Jeongguk pushed himself to sit, mouth feeling dry and gross with the faint smell of old alcohol lingering in the air – man, he’d definitely drank too much last night.

Instinctively his eyes flitted over to the mirror and was both slightly relieved and disappointed to see it the same way he’d left it last night – normal.

Ignoring the desire to sit and watch the mirror for who knows how long, until maybe he saw something again, Jeongguk forced himself into the bathroom to freshen up, grimacing at his own reflection on the way past. He had a few missed texts from the group chat he’d been added to last night, all messages varying in how garbled they seemed and Jeongguk couldn’t help the fond smile that grew on his face. He’d had a genuinely good time last night with the other guys and he was endlessly thankful that his transition to the big city had been mostly seamless.

After the longest, hottest shower he could stand, Jeongguk stumbled back out in search for something to fill his grumbling stomach without a further glance at the mirror. It crossed his mind to mention it to the guys, as the group chat started back up with much more coherent (and hungover sounding) messages, but he figured it would only make him sound crazy or like he couldn’t handle his alcohol and honestly he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it while his head was pounding.

His fridge was dwindling again and he made a mental note to grab some more groceries when he could face leaving the house.

Chiminie Cricket, 1:03:
I’m never drinking that much again

Hoe-sucks dick, 1:04:
That’s a lie and we all know it

Muscle Bunny, 1:04:
I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck
Let’s do it again sometime

Grandma Kim, 1:06:
That’s the spirit
Jiminie could learn a few things from you, my favourite child

Chiminie Cricket, 1:07:
Hyung! How could you betray me like this?
Yoongi Hyung, babe, back me up here!

Gran-daddy Kim, 1:09:
*tumbleweed*

Hoe-sucks dick, 1:11:
He’s probably still asleep, let’s all be real here

Chiminie Cricket, 1:11:
He’s literally in the bed next to me
Playing on his fucking phone
That’s it, no sex for a week

Grandma Kim, 1:12:
That sounds like more of a punishment for yourself Jiminie

Grumpy Cat, 1:14:
Someone seriously needs to update my name
Grumpy cat isn’t even a thing anymore

Chiminie Cricket, 1:15:
THAT’S WHAT YOU REPLY WITH????

Jeongguk sniggered and locked his phone, polishing off his breakfast and leaving the dishes by the sink for later (which he knew he’d regret when he inevitably forgot about them and let the dishes pile up) and decided that the day was best spent in bed binge-watching trash TV on his computer and sleeping off the hangover. Anything else could wait for another day.

Work was hectic – more so than a usual Tuesday – and everyone seemed really stressed; Seokjin had apparently burnt his batch of cookies he was supposed to bring in and wore a pout for the whole day when he wasn’t in character. The female co-star was difficult and a little prissy and constantly fiddled with her hair and makeup, needing retouches all day from a very flustered Jimin. Namjoon looked like he’d barely slept and spent the whole day trying to direct barely two scenes that just weren’t meeting his creative direction and Yoongi wasn’t around at all from what Jeongguk could tell.

As for himself, Jeongguk tried to make himself as useful as possible to combat the negative energy in the air. He’d gone to the local bakery on their first break and picked up some cookies to which
Seokjin looked like he was going to cry; he followed Jimin around carrying trays of products ready for him to use at the drop of a hat; he also checked in on Namjoon every so often, bringing the man coffee (black, 2 sugars as always) whenever he looked particularly tired.

Overall, he thought he’d had a successful day and couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face when the team praised him at the end of the day. He liked to be needed – appreciated.

Jimin and Yoongi lived not too far from Jeongguk and so Jimin walked him home, chatting about how his best friend (an up-and-coming model, apparently) had recently come back to town after spending nearly a year working abroad in Europe and how he couldn’t wait to introduce him to Jeongguk. He couldn’t lie, his interest was piqued as to who exactly Jimin was talking about, given he wouldn’t tell him his name just yet (something about keeping the mystery alive). Bidding his friend a goodbye with a firm hug, Jeongguk could feel the tiredness settle in his bones after a long day at work, but it was a satisfying ache – one that came from knowing he did his best.

A day like this called for take-out and after a little searching online, he’d found a local chicken place that was decently priced (as cheap and Seoul prices could get, anyway) and ordered enough food for 2 people easily.

As per his usual routine, he dumped his bag by the sofa and padded off into his room to get changed. His body froze the second he walked into his room, eyes glued to the baby blue walls and matching blue hair that had haunted his dreams more than a few times over the last week. He definitely wasn’t drunk this time and he was 100% certain he hadn’t been drugged at work, so there was no excuse for the man in the mirror.

It was safe to assume that the gateway, portal – whatever it was – had been active before he’d come home, given the other man was already stood in the reflection, observing him with curious eyes. Jeongguk had almost forgotten just how gorgeous Blue was, although this time the hair that was previously vibrant had faded into pastels and honestly, Jeongguk didn’t know which he liked better.

After a few more moments of outright staring, Blue laughed (or so he assumed, given the boxy grin and the lightly shaking shoulders) and raised a hand to wave in a greeting far too casual for their situation.

Jeongguk’s own hand raised in a much slower wave, brain still trying to process that this clearly wasn’t a figment of his drunken imagination like last time. The other man frowned for a moment before wandering off, lips pursing into a soft pout that Jeongguk tried not to focus on as he took tentative steps inside of his room; his previous plans totally forgotten. Peaking through the mirror into Blue’s room, he could see him rummaging amongst his art supplies for a moment before strolling back to settle on the floor, big eyes staring up at Jeongguk expectantly.

His eyes trailed to what the other man had gone to get and he was slightly shocked to see what looked like a portable white board and pen. Blue rolled his eyes at the lack of response and wedged the lid of the pen between his teeth, pulling it cleanly off before letting it fall to the floor carelessly as he began writing something.

‘You just going to stand there all day pretty boy?’

Jeongguk scoffed indignantly, mouth forming his own pout. Who was Blue to call him the pretty boy, when he looked like that himself? Huffing, Jeongguk didn’t have a whiteboard but he did have a drawing tablet that he sometimes made storyboards on, which would just have to work. Retrieving the tablet, he grabbed a cushion and tossed it in front of the mirror, settling atop it.

‘Who you calling pretty boy, pretty boy?’

He knew he was being petty, but he was still too overwhelmed to come up with anything wittier while watching the open-mouthed guffaw he got in return, before the other’s mouth settled into a smirk that looked far too good to be legal. Should he take a picture? Try and immortalise the bizarre moment? Honestly, he was too scared to do anything and risk it all disappearing before he got any information.

Instead, he waited as the other man observed him for a moment, pen perched once again between his lips in an all-too-distracting way.

‘What else would I call you?’

Smooth. Jeongguk shook his head, letting out a chuckle. Blue definitely had him there and he was about to feed into his so easily.

‘Jeongguk. You?’

‘Pretty name, pretty boy. Name’s Taehyung, you can call me Tae’

‘How old are you?’

'Straight to the hard-hitting stuff, eh? I’m 24, older than you I assume’

Jeongguk could almost hear the teasing lilt in the message and it was driving him nuts, but in the best kind of way. His last partner had been too nice, as dumb as that sounds; she never pushed back against Jeongguk and never gave him the banter he craved from someone he spent so much time around. Really, it only made this Taehyung all the more interesting – even if he was mildly infuriating at the same time.

‘Bold of you to assume anything. But I am 22’

‘Guess that means you should call me Hyung’

The look in Taehyung’s eyes was as teasing as his smirk, staring right into Jeongguk soul with such intensity that for a moment all he could do was stare back. It was only when the look on Taehyung’s face became annoyingly knowing that he felt a blush begin to creep up his neck, gaze breaking away to write his response.

‘In your dreams, maybe’

‘No maybe about it, pretty boy’

Jeongguk was pretty sure his face was starting to look like a tomato as he read over the statement that definitely implied Taehyung had been dreaming about him – although he couldn’t say much, given his own dreams were filled with Taehyung or at least things that reminded him of the other man. It took him a few minutes to think of something to respond with that didn’t make him sound dumber than he’d already managed. As much as he loved the flirting, or whatever it was that they were doing, his mind was still reeling over the fact that their mirrors had somehow created a window into each other’s lives.

‘Hyung, don’t you think this is weird? How is this even possible? Why are you so calm?’

‘That’s a lot of big questions… of course it’s weird but then again, so am I’ Taehyung shrugged, before wiping the text and writing again. ‘All that matters is that I’m real, are you Jeonggukie?’

It hadn’t even really crossed his mind that Taehyung might not have been real, that Jeongguk was indeed sitting on his bedroom floor talking to a magic mirror that could totally just be him losing his mind. It was even more bizarre to think that - assuming Taehyung was real - he was also sat on his own bedroom floor talking to his own mirror, not knowing whether Jeongguk was coming from his imagination. The situation was so mirrored it was almost comical. Almost.

Just as Jeongguk nodded firmly and looked away to write a response, the tell-tale rippling began in the edges of the mirror and before Jeongguk could properly react, Taehyung was gone.

Feeling his shoulders slump in defeat, Jeongguk was once again left staring at his own bewildered expression. There seemed to be no logic as to when and for how long the window between their rooms opened and ultimately it was driving Jeongguk nuts. At least he had a name to put to the face, but that alone would be almost impossible to find Taehyung in real life.

Groaning, Jeongguk felt even more exhausted than when he’d arrived home, now mentally drained alongside the physical ache he felt from the long day.

He was starting to think it would be worth mentioning to one of his friends, maybe Jimin or someone who wouldn’t assume he’d lost his mind entirely. But then again, how do you explain this without it sounding like a crazy dream that had blurred with his real life. The idea of sharing it left as quickly as it came and with a feeling of a migraine starting, Jeongguk decided the day was more than over and slouched over to sleep it off.

The mirror had been quiet for almost a whole week and by Sunday Jeongguk found himself making excuses to pass by his room just to glance at the reflective glass in hopes that he wouldn’t see himself looking back.

He’d even done some internet research, hoping to find stories of people who’d experienced the same thing. He found a few threads on Reddit, but it was filled with nonsense and people commenting refuting all claims of the rippling mirrors. Ultimately the search was futile and Jeongguk was left questioning for the second time whether the whole thing had been an exhausted delusion of something he’d been wanting to see.

But it had felt so real and honestly Jeongguk hoped to God that Taehyung’s picture-perfect face wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

More frustrated than anything else, Jeongguk decided to let off steam the best way he knew how and so he grabbed his laptop and stomped into the bedroom, throwing a quick glance at the mirror before clambering onto the bed. Convinced that the mirror wasn’t going to change anytime soon, he didn’t bother ducking under the covers, instead finding a video he wanted and relaxing against the pillow propped behind him.

It didn’t take long for his dick to take interest, eyes glued to pretty tanned skin atop silk sheets. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweats, it was easy to slip a hand into his pants, grasping himself in a loose hold. The other hand wandered over his clothed chest, brushing over his nipple a few times until it pebbled beneath the thin fabric. Jeongguk felt his breath become heavier as he slouched lower on the bed, sinking into the pillow and spreading his legs to accommodate himself.

Gripping harder, it was easy to fall into a rhythm, hips kicking up every time he brushed a thumb over the leaking tip. The man in the video was moaning shamelessly and Jeongguk let his eyes slip closed as his free hand snuck under his shirt to play with his nipples directly. He’d always been a little sensitive, hissing with each pinch as his mouth fell open slightly, lips darting out to wet his lips. His mind wandered before he could stop it, blue hair and sharp eyes filled his mind and Jeongguk groaned, twisting his hand with every stroke as he imagined Taehyung’s big hands around him.

The sounds stopped from the video, clearly having ended before automatically starting a new one and Jeongguk slowed his fist, wanting to find another video before he finished.

Instead, as he opened his eyes, he felt his heart lurch and his body involuntarily curled up. There, leaning casually against the mirror at an angle that gave him a good view of Jeongguk’s bed, was
Taehyung, looking exactly as gorgeous as Jeongguk remembered. He looked sinful, with a silk black button up (with the top half of buttons left undone) tucked neatly into snug denim. But what caught his attention the most was the hungry look on the other’s face, eyes dark and intense as he watched Jeongguk touch himself, seemingly quite content.

Quickly tugging his shirt down and pulling his hand out of his pants, Jeongguk slammed his laptop shut to stop the moaning spilling into the otherwise silent room, even if he knew Taehyung couldn’t hear a thing.

A lazy smirk grew on Taehyung’s face and Jeongguk felt himself twitch in interest, his sweats not doing much to hide the obvious bulge – not that it mattered given he had no idea how long Taehyung had been watching anyway. Taehyung raised his hand and gestured for him to continue, as nonchalantly as if he was asking him about the weather. Jeongguk could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, muscled tensed ready to bolt but he found himself frozen to the bed. He was painfully hard, even more so than he was before he’d spotted his observer.

When he didn’t move at all, Taehyung rolled his eyes but the smirk on his face took the sarcastic edge off. The man disappeared for a moment before reappearing with the whiteboard and written on it was a number. “Shit” Jeongguk whispered, eyes flickering from the digits to Taehyung’s face and then to his own phone, lying innocently on the bedside table.

Taehyung jerked his head towards his phone, digging into his back pocket to produce his own phone. It woke Jeongguk up from his stupor and with slightly shaky hands, he reached over and grabbed his phone to type in the digits on the whiteboard. He stared down at this phone for a second, debating whether to press call. If Taehyung actually answered, that would prove he’s real, but it would also undoubtably lead to something Jeongguk wasn’t sure he could handle right now. “Fuck it” He hit call before he could chicken out and watched as Taehyung’s phone lit up with his own number.

“Hello pretty boy” The voice was deep; deeper than Jeongguk expected and he couldn’t stop the shaky breath he let out in response. “Having fun?”

“Stop calling me pretty boy” It was almost odd, being able to hear Taehyung laugh at the same time as seeing it.

“Never… don’t stop on my account, I was enjoying the show” Jeongguk felt himself flush, in two minds as to whether to play along or stop it now and try and get some more information out of the other man. But it was impossible to ignore the throbbing between his legs, and so with some further gentle encouragement off Taehyung, he slipped his right hand back into his sweats. Hissing as he wrapped a hand back around himself, his eyes flickered over to Taehyung, who was still watching him with a laser focus. “Don’t be shy Jeonggukie” He caught a glimpse of Taehyung’s own hand moving to cup himself through his jeans and clenched his eyes shut; he really didn’t think he’d last much longer with the image of Taehyung’s dick in front of him.

Jeongguk found he didn’t miss the moaning from the porn when he had Taehyung whispering things into his ear through the phone. He ached to strip and play with himself more, but both hands were occupied. As if sensing his distress, Taehyung suggested he put him on speaker – though Jeongguk was sure Taehyung wanted to see more of Jeongguk too.

Opening his eyes to do just that, he was blessed with Taehyung unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, toned torso now fully on show. He wasn’t as muscular as Jeongguk, but he was slim and broad and everything Jeongguk loved in a man. Hesitating for a moment, Jeongguk hit speaker and tossed the phone onto the bed next to his head before leaning up just enough to tug his shirt over his head. He didn’t miss the way Taehyung’s tongue swept over his bottom lip as he took in Jeongguk’s abs and it send a rush of pride through him; his hard work at the gym being appreciated was always a turn on.

“Didn’t expect that, pretty boy” Taehyung’s voice was as deep as ever, but now sounded like he was actually in the room and it sent a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine as his hand drifted back to a nipple almost subconsciously. “You like your nipples played with Jeonggukie?” All he could do was nod, not trusting his voice to not betray how wound up he was, even though the look on his face was probably evidence enough.

“Hyung” Whining, Jeongguk felt constricted in his sweats but didn’t want to be fully naked in front of a mostly dressed Taehyung.

“What baby?” The nickname went straight to his dick and his hips bucked without his permission, head tossing away from Taehyung’s gaze to hide his face as the other chuckled. “Hyungie can’t help if you don’t tell him what you need” The tone was almost patronising and it made Jeongguk huff, shooting Taehyung a dirty look though doing nothing to correct him.

Pointedly ignoring Taehyung’s figure in the mirror, Jeongguk swiftly pushes down his sweats and kicks them off, dick curving up towards his stomach. Taehyung let out a noise of appreciation and
Jeongguk dared a glance at the other as he spread his legs wider, fist closing tightly around himself. Taehyung had at some point unzipped his jeans and Jeongguk nearly choked at the sight of the other stroking himself, still mostly clothed. He was huge. Jeongguk wasn’t often self-conscious about the way he looked, knowing his size was above average but goddamn Taehyung was on a whole other level.

“Fuck” Jeongguk couldn’t look away, swallowing as his mouth watered; watching Taehyung watch him.

“Some day Jeonggukie, I promise” Taehyung’s voice was deeper than before and it was clear he wasn’t as unaffected as his appearance suggested. Whether he meant it or whether it was just for effect, Jeongguk didn’t care and it did the trick. Jeongguk’s back bowed slightly mouth parting in a strangled moan as he shot ropes of white across his own stomach, hips bucking into his fist as he worked himself through it. “God, you’re gorgeous Jeonggukie” The noise that came out of Taehyung was almost a growl as the pace of his own hand sped up, eyes never leaving Jeongguk as he panted on the bed.

Eyeing Taehyung lazily, not bothering to cover up yet, Jeongguk reached over to his phone, bringing it closer to himself.

“C’mon Hyungie” It was Jeongguk’s turn to smirk, watching as Taehyung’s eyes fluttered. “Want you to cum for me” The groan let out by Taehyung made Jeongguk’s spent dick twitch in interest as he did just that, cum splattering onto the mirror as Taehyung’s forehead knocked against it. Sighing in content as his body calmed down, Jeongguk sat up and reached for the tissue by his bed to clean himself off, with Taehyung’s heavy breathing as a background noise.

“Every time” Jeongguk’s head whipped around with wide eyes to see himself in the mirror. Normally at this point he’d be left disappointed and frustrated, but this time he could still hear Taehyung’s voice through the phone and it was almost weird. “You still with me pretty boy?”

“Fuck off Hyung” Taehyung’s laugh was loud and bright and Jeongguk couldn’t stop the little smile that grew on his face as he tugged his clothes back on.

“Getting feisty with me, huh? What happened to my sweet baby boy?” Jeongguk rolled his eyes and was honestly tempted to just hang up, given he had Taehyung’s number now and he wouldn’t have to suffer for a week before he could speak to him again if he really wanted to.

“I’m not your baby boy, Taehyung-ah” Jeongguk snickered, padding into the kitchen with his phone to get some water.

“Yah! You brat” Taehyung paused for a moment before continuing. “Maybe not yet Jeonggukie, we’ll see. Hyungie needs to go now, I’ll call you” Before Jeongguk could even bid his goodbyes, the phone call was ended and he was left pondering over Taehyung’s words for longer than he would admit.

“Hurry up Jeongguk, or we’re leaving without you!” Seokjin yelled from the front room; everyone was over at Yoongi and Jimin’s getting ready to head out for drinks at the bar that had become their favourite spot. Jeongguk rolled his eyes but finished washing his hands, checking his appearance one last time in the mirror before jogging out to catch up with the others.
Jimin already seemed pretty drunk, latched onto a tired looking Yoongi, who also had Hoseok chatting his ear off on his other side.

Seokjin was holding Namjoon’s hand as they walked and Jeongguk watched with envy from his position at the back of the group, mind flitting unwillingly to a certain blue haired male with big hands.

They’d texted a few times and one night Taehyung had called him and he came with his fingers pushing against his prostate and Taehyung’s name on his tongue. Maybe someday he’d meet Taehyung, or maybe he’d get over him and find someone else to keep him company. He definitely needed some drinks to take his mind off him, at least for the time being.

They reached the bar in a little over 10 minutes and soon enough they were seated around a booth that fit them all pretty comfortably. “First round’s on me” Namjoon announced as he stood back up, taking orders before dragging Jeongguk to the bar with him to help carry, given he was on the other end of the booth. “How’re you doing, kid?” Jeongguk normally hated when people called him kid, but he knew Namjoon meant well.

“I’m alright, just a little tired” Namjoon smiled at him and nodded, eyes holding a knowing expression that made Jeongguk squirm.

“It’s been a long week, you settled in alright now?” It had been nearly a month since he’d moved to Seoul and Jeongguk was starting to feel like he belonged. The studio was perfect and so were the guys and honestly he couldn’t have hoped for much more – except someone to share it all with.

“Yeah, everything’s great Hyung” Luckily, the bartender arrived with their drinks; he could hear Jimin screeching at someone from their booth behind them, but he paid little attention, more focused on carrying one of the two trays filled with drinks so he didn’t embarrass himself and drop them.

He followed back to the table, eyes glued to the tray and it wasn’t until he had put it down on the table did he notice the person now sat in his seat.

The first thing he noticed about the new guy was the blue hair.

Jeongguk gaped, mouth opening and closing several times as he openly stared at Taehyung, in the flesh, sat in front of him with his friends acting like he belonged there. Taehyung was clearly also surprised to see him, which was a relief, as big eyes widened for a moment before the smirk Jeongguk came to know so well grew on his face.

“Hello pretty boy” Jeongguk could feel the eyes on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Taehyung.

“Wait, you two know each other?!” Jimin’s voice was high-pitched and slightly slurred, as he looked between the two.

“You could say that, Jiminie” Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave Jeongguk for a moment and by the look in his eyes, he was pleased with what he was seeing. “Am I in your seat Jeonggukie?” All Jeongguk could do was swallow and make some illegible noise in response, until Taehyung’s expression became more dangerous and the blue haired man patted his lap. “You can sit on me if you like”

Seokjin promptly choked on the drink he was sipping and Hoseok chortled with laughter. Jeongguk flushed, frowning and tossing an ice cube out of his drink at Hoseok in a vain attempt to shut him up.

He caught eyes with Yoongi, who raised an eyebrow at him and Jeongguk just shrugged helplessly. How was he supposed to explain how he knew Taehyung without sounding crazy? They’d never believe them. Taehyung took his chance and reached out to loop his fingers through Jeongguk’s belt loops, tugging him closer until he half collapsed into Taehyung’s lap.

“Ok then… this is… uhh” Namjoon looked almost entirely baffled, running a hand through his hair as he slowly settled back next to Seokjin. “How exactly do you two know each other?”

Jeongguk panicked, should he tell the truth and hope they took it seriously or should he make something up and hope to God Taehyung played along with him? “It’s simple really” Jeongguk looked over his shoulder at Taehyung apprehensively, but Taehyung only smiled back, no hint of distress. “We met on a jog, Jeonggukie here literally ran into me and well, how could I not want to see this cute face again?” Jeongguk groaned, leaning forward to let his head smack lightly off the table in defeat. It was workable at least, but he didn’t feel any less embarrassed when he heard Seokjin and Jimin coo at them across the table.

“Hang on” Jeongguk sat back up, looking puzzled. “How do you know each other?” His eyes flickered between Jimin and Taehyung, who shared a fond smile.

“We’ve been friends for years, both of our families moved to Seoul when we were quite young and we just clicked straight away. Taehyung is the model I mentioned a while ago, the one who had been in Europe?” Jeongguk made a noise of realisation; of course Taehyung would be a model, it was just sods law that he was the model Jimin knew.

“Small world, no?” Taehyung hooked his chin over Jeongguk’s shoulder, warm breath fanning against the sensitive skin of his neck.

“I can’t believe my two babies are going to fall in love, isn’t it great Yoongi!” Jimin latched back onto his own boyfriend, ignoring the spluttering from Jeongguk and the bright laughter from Taehyung.

“Sure” Yoongi was unenthusiastic as ever, but the look he gave Jimin was precious and Jeongguk couldn’t help but think that they were a perfect match. Such opposites in personality, but still each other’s equilibrium. His mind flitted to him and Taehyung; from the little he knew about the man, it seemed they were also pretty different in how they acted and Jeongguk couldn’t help but wonder if maybe someday they could have that. It didn’t help that Taehyung had settled his hands on Jeongguk’s hips, tugging him fully into his lap so his back was against Taehyung’s broad chest and for the first time in a long time, Jeongguk felt small.

The night went on in a similar fashion, with Jimin gushing about the new revelation and Jeongguk didn’t have the heart to tell him that he and Taehyung weren’t in any way dating.

The group got steadily more drunk around him, although he took it easy, not wanting to embarrass himself further around Taehyung than he already had. It was apparent Taehyung was at a similar level of tipsy as himself, if the one drink he’d been nursing for the past hour and a half was anything to go by. The thought that Taehyung was keeping relatively sober sent jitters through Jeongguk. What happened after this? Would they go their separate ways and go back to occasional phone calls, like nothing had changed?

Soon enough, the group began to disperse. Seokjin and Namjoon left first, looking all loved-up and rather tired. Next was Hoseok, who actually lived above the bar, given he owned the bar and could stumble up the stairs and straight into bed. At that point Jeongguk had slid into the seat next to Taehyung; he was sure the other’s legs must have gone dead a long time ago, though he never complained.

Jimin was almost asleep, having had far too much to drink and once Yoongi had made him finish a glass of water, he led the other out with a wave over his shoulder.

That left Jeongguk and Taehyung sat along at the booth, in a practically empty bar in the early hours of the morning, far too sober to still be there. Downing the little that was left of his drink, Jeongguk side-eyed Taehyung, who was openly watching him with an unreadable expression on his face. “We should probably head out too” Jeongguk mumbled, moving to stand after Taehyung nodded and slid out of the booth. The walk out of the door was silent and the cool air helped clear his head a little when Taehyung turned to him.

“I guess we should have asked where each other lived, huh” Taehyung smiled, bumping his shoulder against Jeongguk’s. “Could have been doing this far sooner”

“Doing wh-“ Jeongguk’s question was cut off by soft lips, pressed firm but still against his own for a moment. Taehyung filled all of his senses, his lips tingled against the other’s, his smell filled
Jeongguk’s nose and made his head dizzy. Taehyung pulled back by an inch, still very much in Jeongguk’s personal space, eyes flitting across Jeongguk’s face before slowly leaning back in. He was giving Jeongguk a chance to back out and he knew this; but Jeongguk couldn’t find a reason to turn away. Instead, he closed the gap himself, lips moulding against Taehyung’s in more of a kiss.

He could feel the smile on Taehyung’s face and it only made him press harder, hands coming up to hold the back of Taehyung’s neck as he was drawn closer by big hands on his waist. Their noses bumped clumsily and Jeongguk tilted his head to accommodate as Taehyung’s tongue swept over his bottom lip.

It didn’t matter that they were in public, stood only feet away from Hoseok’s bar. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t had a conversation about what this was. Nothing mattered but that moment.

Jeongguk whined when Taehyung’s tongue brushed the roof of his mouth, fisting his hands in blue hair that was as soft as it looked. “How far away is your place?” Taehyung’s voice had deepened in a way that Jeongguk had become all-too used to, except it was much more intense hearing it in person and not over the phone.

“10 minutes on foot?” Jeongguk blinked owlishly as Taehyung nipped his bottom lip before stepping back, moving to grasp one of Jeongguk’s hand in his own.

“Your place is closer than mine, take me there?” It was another question, but Jeongguk didn’t even think twice before nodding and turning to lead Taehyung there. The walk took a little under 10 minutes with how urgent the air around them was, although it didn’t help that Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands to himself for long and Jeongguk yelped when his hand was released, Taehyung’s instead sliding into the back pocket of Jeongguk’s jeans to give a firm squeeze.

His hands shook slightly as he tried to unlock his door with the other man moulded around his back, mouth attached to the bend of his neck.

They stumbled inside, Jeongguk’s back hitting the door as it shut, mouth once again met with Taehyung’s in a wet kiss that took his breath away. Wasting no time, Taehyung’s hands wandered to where Jeongguk’s shirt was tucked, tugging it out and up over his head. Jeongguk moaned as lips closed around a nipple, head thudding against the door as he clawed at Taehyung’s clothed back. Curse Taehyung and his tongue; Jeongguk could only stand at take what he was given.

“Such a sensitive baby” Clenching his eyes shut, Jeongguk tried to hold back his moans as Taehyung moved to the other nipple, nibbling so gently it made his knees weak.

Tugging him along by his belt-loop, Taehyung smashed their lips back together, leading Jeongguk to his own bedroom like he lived here himself and soon enough Jeongguk was flat out on his back on his bed. Watching with hooded eyes as Taehyung shed his clothes with such confidence, Jeongguk felt desire swirl strong in his heart, lifting his hips when Taehyung wandered over to help Jeongguk out of his own clothes.

It was surreal, seeing all of Taehyung naked and with the ability to touch now presented to him, Jeongguk couldn’t resist. Spreading his legs to allow Taehyung to slip between them atop his cover, his own hands wandered over tanned skin, feeling how soft it was in places he himself was firm and it was only adding fuel to the fire. Taehyung chuckled after a few minutes of mindless wandering, kissing down Jeongguk’s torso, pausing briefly to suck a hickey into his hip where the ‘V’ began. Jeongguk couldn’t help the buck of his hips when fingers closed around his erection, only enough to tease him.

“Hyung” Taehyung only hummed, dragging his lips closer and closer until Jeongguk could feel the warmth of his breath, so close yet so far from where he needed him most.

Cracking open his eyes, when Taehyung didn’t move, he saw the other looking up at him like he wanted to eat him alive and Jeongguk shuddered. Clearly that was what Taehyung had been waiting for, as without further warning he sank down on Jeongguk until the tip nudged the back of his throat. A loud moan ripped from his throat, back arching as his fists scrambled for purchase on his sheets.

Apparently, Taehyung had no gag reflex as he adjusted almost immediately to having Jeongguk down his throat, swallowing around him and humming as his hands held Jeongguk’s hips to the bed.

Jeongguk writhed around on the bed, whether it was to try and get away or closer to the other he wasn’t sure. After a few minutes of Taehyung bobbing his head, sucking harshly on the tip before smoothing his tongue along the vein as an apology, he pinched Jeongguk’s thigh to get his attention, before holding a palm out expectantly. It just Jeongguk’s muddled brain a moment to realise he was asking for the lube, though the thumb that had moved to rub over his entrance was as good a clue as any. Fumbling around under his pillow, he produced a half empty bottle of lube and passed it clumsily to Taehyung who swallowed around him in leu of a thank you.

He really wasn’t sure how long he would last if Taehyung continued on like this, already feeling far too strung up. Sliding his hands into Taehyung’s hair, he tugged until the other pulled away, lips red and puffy and shiny from his saliva. Taehyung turned his head to place a chaste kiss to the inside of Jeongguk’s wrist and it was such a change of pace all Jeongguk could do was let go, sagging against the bed.

Big hands hooked under his thighs, lifting and spreading them for easier access. Absently, he heard the click of the lube being opened and let his eyes flutter closed once more.

He was thankful that the other man had taken time to warm up the lube a little before brushing his entrance, rubbing and massaging until he was relaxed enough for a finger to slide in smoothly.

Jeongguk forgot how good it was to have someone else’s fingers pleasure him, feeling them open him up slowly. Before long, a second finger was added and Taehyung crooked his fingers with each push and pull until he brushed Jeongguk’s prostate. His whole body jerked, breath caught in his throat and Taehyung snickered. “You’re really sensitive everywhere, aren’t you Jeonggukie. You look so pretty spread open for me like this”

Jeongguk let the words wash over him, whining in response as Taehyung scissored his fingers slowly, obviously taking the time to watch the stretch. A third finger nudged against him and Jeongguk tensed on reflex; Taehyung shushed him nipping at the inside of his thighs, moving closer until a tongue circled his rim, with Taehyung’s fingers still pushing inside slowly.

“Fuck” Jeongguk clenched around the fingers, toes curling with each flick of Taehyung’s tongue. “Hyung, please” Three fingers were now fully inside, working him open but purposefully avoiding his prostate and all Jeongguk could do was whine. When the tip of Taehyung’s tongue prodded at his entrance, sliding an inch in alongside the digits. The stretch burned but he loved it, made him feel so full, so overwhelmed by everything Taehyung.

One last jab against his prostate had Jeongguk curling in on himself, trying desperately not to cum too soon, before it even really began.

Taehyung pulled away, slipping his fingers out and Jeongguk couldn’t stop staring at how gorgeous the other man looked, all dishevelled and aroused. “You got condoms, babe?” Jeongguk nodded, motioning vaguely towards his bedside table, letting Taehyung get up and get them, his legs feel too much like jelly to do anything but lie there at the minute.

It only took the blue haired man a minute to find them and before Jeongguk could comprehend the packet had been opened and Taehyung was sliding it onto himself.

Letting Taehyung roll him over, he was manhandled onto his knees, shoulders pressed into the bed and he knew he was in for one hell of a ride. Clearly not quite done with winding Jeongguk up,

Taehyung ran his hands over Jeongguk’s back, pressing kisses down his spine. With a smack on his left butt cheek, Taehyung slid in, hissing praises into Jeongguk’s ear about how tight he was and how perfect he looked under Taehyung.

Jeongguk felt like Taehyung went on forever, pushing deeper than any of his exes ever could have, until finally his hips were flush against Jeongguk. He was aching, dick leaking between his legs as Taehyung let him adjust, smoothing his hands over his skin calmingly until Jeongguk could form the words to tell him to move. Both men let out groans as Taehyung slowly slipped out, until just the tip remained before pushing back in equally as slow. Jeongguk knew the pace was for his own benefit, given how full he felt, even after all of the prep, but that didn’t stop him from whining, pushing his hips back ever-so-slightly every time Taehyung pushed in, meeting in the middle.

“That’s it, Jeonggukie” The encouragement went straight to Jeongguk’s dick and he pushed back harder, panting with each slap of skin. The big hands that Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of grasped firmly onto his waist. “Fuck, your waist is so tiny” Taehyung used the leverage to speed up his thrusts, roughly pulling Jeongguk back into him as he pistoned forward.

The bed frame squeaked with the frantic movement and Jeongguk gave up trying to keep up, just content to let Taehyung use him however he wanted.

Pausing for only a second, Taehyung pushing Jeongguk flat on the bed before mounting him again, the force causing Jeongguk to bounce with each thrust. His trapped dick now brushed against his duvet with each tiny movement and the need to cum was building rapidly. He couldn’t find the words to tell Taehyung, the words coming out as mindless babble, especially when Taehyung lay atop him, sucking his ear lobe into his mouth and grinding his hips in tight circles. It pushed the tip of Taehyung’s dick into Jeongguk’s prostate and the constant abuse sent him hurtling over the edge.

“Tae – ah!” Jeongguk’s moan was loud and high-pitched as he came untouched onto his bed, body twitching as Taehyung fucked him through it, moving back to resume the pounding. “Ngh” Jeongguk’s body was thrown into oversensitivity as Taehyung chased his own orgasm, but he didn’t want it to stop, the burn was good.

“You ok baby?” Jeongguk could only whine, nodding frantically as his dick twitched, starting to harden again as Taehyung knocked against his prostate. “Can you cum again, can you do that for Hyungie?”

His voice was breathy and came out as almost a growl, punctuated with slow deep thrusts that made Jeongguk’s cheeks sting from the impact. Not waiting for an answer, Taehyung problem rolled Jeongguk over without pulling out and Jeongguk choked on his breath, eyes rolling back in his skull. His stomach was covered in some of his previous cum, but Taehyung didn’t seem to care, reaching down to wrap a fist around Jeongguk’s sensitive dick.

Reaching out to hold onto Taehyung’s shoulders, Jeongguk’s mouth lolled open as he gulped for breath, tears building in the corner of his eyes.

He could tell that Taehyung was close by how his thrusts became less uniform and more punchy. “Kiss me” Jeongguk pouted and clearly the other’s resolve was low as it took him seconds to fold Jeongguk over to seal with lips together in a messy kiss. The fire was burning in Jeongguk’s stomach for the second time, and with the speed Taehyung was pumping him at, it wouldn’t be long before he made a second mess.

“Cum with me, Jeonggukie” The request was breathed against his lips and he whined, clenching around Taehyung.

A thumb was swept over his tip and that was all it took, his body convulsed, writhing and gasping for breath as he came for a second time, body quivering as Taehyung grunted, slamming home one last time as he too came. The room became silent as they calmed down, the only noise being heavy breaths as Jeongguk tried to bring his mind back together enough to speak.

“Tae…” He blinked sleepily, the lateness and exhaustion hitting him like a brick wall.

“I know baby, I’ll clean you up” Taehyung pushed up and gently pulled out, kissing away the whimpers escaping Jeongguk’s mouth. He was gone for a moment and Jeongguk felt bare atop his bed, until he felt a tissue wiping softly at his stomach. “Sleep, I’ll be here tomorrow I promise” Sleep lapped at the back of his mind and it was all too easy to let it overcome him, Taehyung’s humming lulling him further.

Jeongguk woke up feeling surprisingly light, given they’d been drinking the night before. Speaking of, he rolled over with a wince; his ass was still sore from last night and he’d turned to complain to Taehyung.

Except, there was no Taehyung.

He couldn’t help the wash of disappointment at the empty bedroom, his own reflection mocking him from across the room. Just as he was about to curl back up and mope for the rest of the day, Taehyung appeared in the doorway in a pair of Jeongguk’s boxers and nothing else. His heart lurched at the sight and he mirrored the bright smile on the other man’s face.

“I made pancakes, pretty boy”

“Stop calling me pretty boy!”

“That’s not what you were saying last night, baby”

“I hate you”

“Funny, you seemed to love my dick when it was –“

“Hyung!”