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“Come out with us, he said. It’ll be fun, he said.”
Taehyung’s sarcastic tone is enough to earn a slap from Jimin on his hand, who gives him a hard stare before turning away with a tut. “You know, maybe you’d be having fun if you were actually making the effort to socialise.”
“I am socialising.”
“I don’t count.”
“The fuck not? You’re a person, aren’t you? Ergo, I’m talking to another person; ergo, socialising.”
Jimin does that sigh that always makes Taehyung’s skin prickle with annoyance: he pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes and breathes out sharply. Every time, he looks like the spitting image of Taehyung’s mother when he was a kid and messed up, but she knew that he was too young to comprehend what he’d done, so instead, she just gave him a patronising expression that made him wonder about his shortcoming for the rest of the day.
Taehyung didn’t come here to get patronised. Or pitied. Looking around the glumly-lit nightclub room, he can’t actually think why he came here at all. He shouldn’t have. He should be at home, hunched up over his laptop, his fingertips poised over the keys, trying to think of something to write about the rate of inflation, eventually not writing anything at all (because Economics sucks ass and always will), and ending up playing Overwatch instead while simultaneously hating himself for his lack of productivity. Sure, it’s a shitty way to spend your night, but right now, he’d prefer the feeling of self-loathing over the feeling of sweat clinging to his body like millions of tiny little fingers. He hasn’t even danced since they got here, but it’s so warm that he might as well have because the moist, stifling air in the building is making him feel hot and wet in all the wrong places.
“ Taehyung .” Jimin’s nagging voice brings him back to the conversation. “Come on, at least try to relax a little tonight. You’ve been so wound up lately - I just want you to have a bit of fun for once.”
Taehyung feels himself deflate, because despite how mean he can be to him, he really is thankful for Jimin, and he does not deserve someone like him - the epitome of absolute pure-heartedness - in his life. He can’t even bring himself to be mad at him, because he knows that Jimin’s being sincere. He didn’t drag Taehyung down to this very shitty, very sweaty, very pretentious nightclub as some form of torture - he genuinely does want him to have a good time. But all that means is that Taehyung now feels pressured to have a good time, and Taehyung and pressure don’t mix well together at all. That’s why he’s been sitting at the bar all night, having way too many drinks, and avoiding all forms of human interaction. He’s not a social recluse. He’s just... tired. And fed up. And unlike Jimin, going out on a Friday night and hooking up with an attractive stranger isn’t his type of fun: Overwatch is. So yeah, the chances of him having a good time tonight are pretty slim.
Even still, he gives Jimin a small smile of gratitude, and squeezes his hand fondly, because it’s enough to make Jimin smile back, and that’s enough for Taehyung.
“Hey, just because I’m not feeling it, doesn’t mean neither of us should have fun tonight,” Taehyung tells him, gesturing to the dance floor with a nod of his head - he knows Jimin has been gazing longingly at it ever since they entered the place, but he didn’t want to leave Taehyung all alone. Honestly, he’s such a good person sometimes, it sickens him.
Jimin gives him a soft, questioning look - are you sure ? Taehyung nods back, and although Jimin still doesn’t seem totally convinced, he sighs, gives Taehyung’s hand one last squeeze, and hops off his bar stool. “Okay, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to come and get me.”
“Okay.”
“Like seriously, anything Taehyung.”
“Sure.”
“If it’s getting too much for you, and you just want to go home-”
“Ohmygod.”
“... sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just...” Taehyung rolls his eyes, before smiling endearingly. “Go enjoy yourself, for fucks sake. I’ll be okay, Mum.”
Jimin rolls his eyes back at the comment, but smiles too, before planting a little kiss on Taehyung’s knuckle, and waving goodbye to him as he descends down the little platform leading to the dance floor. Taehyung waves back, watching him get enveloped by the sea of bodies, before sinking back into his seat. With Jimin gone, the whole place seems way more empty, and larger, and louder, and he knows that Jimin will hate him for leaving without telling him, but he doesn’t want to be a burden to his friend anymore than he already has been. Like he said before, it’s only fair that at least one of them actually enjoys themselves tonight, but that’s definitely not going to be him, so he reaches out for his coat, and starts to leave.
Or at least, he’s about too until someone plonks themself on the seat beside him. At first, he thinks it’s Jimin, but when he looks, he’s met with a face of a completely different guy. He has wavy, dark hair, and big, expressive eyes, and pink, pouty lips and he’s looking directly at Taehyung with the most intense stare ever. Fuck. Ok. So, not Jimin.
There’s a beat of silence, before the guy smiles, and every intimidating thing about him seems to just dissipate. “Hey,” he says.
“Erm, hey?” Taehyung replies.
“I’m Jeongguk.”
Ok then? “And I’m really confused right now.”
Jeongguk gives a snort that’s a mixture of amused and indignant. “Just trying to make conversation, dude.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes at him. “I... what? Okay, ‘making conversation’ is when you’ve been sitting next to someone long enough for it to get awkward, so you desperately grapple to find some boring-ass topic to talk about. What you just did was come and sit next to me for like ten seconds, stare into my eyes like you were Ted Bundy, and then announce your name like I’m supposed to care. Like, I don’t fucking care?”
The guy lets out a short, sharp laugh. “Oh wow, someone’s not in a good mood tonight, huh? God, I bet you’re one of those Law majors. Fucking stick up your ass all the time.”
“Actually, I study Economics.” First time he’s ever said his major with any sense of pride.
“Okay, that’s even worse.”
Yeah, Taehyung really doesn’t like this dude. “Fine then, Mr Serial Killer, what do you study?”
“Music.”
“What a useless degree.”
Jeongguk laughs again, but there doesn’t seem to be a single hint of derision or sarcasm in it. Instead, he just sounds like he found that refreshing. He shrugs. “Yeah, maybe, but it’s never boring.”
Okay, Taehyung still hates him, but for a different reason this time: the guy just seems so oddly calm, like he’s at peace with himself as a person or whatever, and that’s something Taehyung will probably never have.
“Sure,” is his apathetic reply, and he looks down at his hands, feeling weirdly self-conscious.
A few more seconds of silence pass before Jeongguk reaches over with his arm to casually take Taehyung’s neglected glass of beer from the bar counter, and have a swig of it himself. Taehyung watches him with his mouth agape, because what the fuck?
“What the fuck?”
“Relax, you weren’t going to drink it anyway. It’s been sitting there for like ten minutes.”
Taehyung’s about to reply with a (likely very childish) comeback, but he closes his mouth for a moment after hearing that; a cunning smile spreads over his face. “So you’ve been watching me?”
Jeongguk obviously didn’t expect that, because he chokes a little on the drink, and Taehyung can’t say that he doesn’t feel a little satisfied. “I...” Jeongguk puts the glass down, and chuckles a little bit. Fuck, he’s kind of cute when he’s flustered. “Erm. Yeah? I guess. I dunno, you just seemed like an interesting person, so I thought I’d come over here and introduce myself. Now I know that you’re just fucking mean.”
Taehyung snorts. “ Mean ? What are you, two?”
“See, this is exactly what I’m saying. Fucking mean, man - attacking me, even though you don’t know a thing about me. Fuck you.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ, you’re so annoying.”
“ You’re so annoying ,” Jeongguk mimics, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Do you ever shut up?”
Jeongguk leans his elbows forwards, moving towards Taehyung; the look in his eyes is wicked. Taehyung tries not to visibly freak out in any way - because he’s not about to show any signs of weakness, screw that - but inside? Yeah, he’s kind of freaking out. Or maybe not. Maybe this feeling inside him isn’t crippling self-doubt and awkwardness, because it seems a lot more fiery than that. A lot more... lustful.
By now, Jeongguk’s face is merely a few centimetres away from his, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly changes. Taehyung’s feeling hot all over again. “Make. Me,” Jeongguk finally says, and Taehyung’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
When their lips finally meet, they more or less crash together, and the kiss is fumbling and messy, but so passionate and hot, and it awakens something in Taehyung that he didn’t even know he possessed. Sure, he thought Jeongguk was good-looking, but a minute ago, he didn’t want to kiss him - definitely not like this. He didn’t want to wrap his hands around his waist and tug him closer. He didn’t think that feeling Jeongguk shudder underneath him would turn him on so much. Shit, a minute ago, he didn’t even know the guy existed. And yet, here he is: furiously making out with some random stranger in front of an understandably disgruntled barman. This night just got very weird, but Taehyung can’t say he doesn’t like this new development.
“I still don’t know your name,” is the first thing that comes out of Jeongguk’s mouth when they finally pull away, both panting so heavily, it would’ve been ridiculous if they weren’t both so caught up in the moment.
“T-Taehyung.”
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk drawls out, and Taehyung loves how his name sounds on those lips way too much. “Taehyung, do you wanna get out of here?”
Is that even a question?
The first thing Taehyung learns about Jeongguk is that the guy is loud - like, really loud. As soon as they stumble into Jeongguk’s apartment, Taehyung has him up against the wall, and the groan that escapes his mouth is damn near sinful. Then, Taehyung’s peppering little kisses all down his neck, and Jeongguk trembles at the light touches of his lips, craning his head back to expose more of his skin. Taehyung smiles at this, biting down and then sucking. Hard. This elicits a surprised gasp from Jeongguk, which dissolves into a shuddery sigh.
Taehyung loves how he and Jeongguk are the same height, how back at the club, he had such a taunting, teasing persona, but as soon as Taehyung starts touching him, he becomes submissive, pliant putty in his hands, and it’s so incredibly hot.
“Someone’s a bit eager,” Taehyung says with a smirk.
“Shutthefuckup,” Jeongguk retorts, except it comes out in a loud, breathy moan, and there’s really nothing intimidating about it. Taehyung’s dick twitches a little though. “You’re just... a g-good... oh God... that f-feels good.”
“Hmm?” Taehyung says, feigning innocence as he searches for a new patch of skin to mark up. “What, this?” he asks, nipping at Jeongguk’s neck again and sucking down on it.
“I... Hngh... yeah... oh God.” He groans in disappointment when Taehyung unlatches his mouth. “Dude, why’d you stop?”
“This isn’t the most comfortable position. My legs kind of hurt. Where’s your bedroom?”
Jeongguk fixes him with a look, as if he can’t tell if Taehyung is being serious or not right now. His confusion is adorable. Eventually, he huffs petulantly, before grabbing a hold of Taehyung’s arm and marching down the corridor with a new-found determination. He bangs his bedroom door open, literally spins Taehyung around, and shoves him down onto his bed, before straddling him, all in one deft movement.
They stay like that for a little bit - Jeongguk’s breaths heavy, Taehyung’s head reeling - until Jeongguk finally speaks, his voice low and husky: “Are your legs okay now?”
Taehyung can’t help but groan. “Yeah.”
Jeongguk starts leaning down towards him. “Great.” And they’re kissing again. It’s slower than when they were at the bar this time, but no less passionate. When he kisses Jeongguk, it feels like a battle - like they’re both fighting for dominance - and he kind of likes that.
After a while, Jeongguk breaks away, and starts tugging impatiently at Taehyung’s shirt. “Off.”
“Wow, you’re so bossy,” Taehyung says, with a breathless laugh, but complies anyway. He’s kind of happy he wore a button-up today because now he has the opportunity to slowly undo all of them while Jeongguk watches him intently from above, and having all this attention on him, having Jeongguk’s eyes fixed on him - it exhilarates Taehyung to no end. When he’s finally finished, he props himself on his elbows and looks up at Jeongguk, who’s still staring back with the same intense gaze, before he reaches a hand out. At first, Taehyung think he’s going to cup his face or something - which, to be honest, would kind of freak him out - but instead, he lays his palm on Taehyung’s chest, lets his finger trace patterns up and down Taehyung’s abs, nudges a nipple with the pad of his thumb.
Taehyung shivers at the contact. “Dude, that tickles.”
Jeongguk just snorts. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. It tickles ?” He doesn’t let up, instead using both his hands now to leave fluttery little trails all around Taehyung’s body, and although it’s turning him on, he has to stifle a giggle because yes, it actually really fucking tickles.
“Oh my god... please stop,” Taehyung huffs.
“You were being serious?” Jeongguk laughs. Then, he abruptly stops, and something evil glints in his eyes.
Nope. “Don’t,” Taehyung deadpans. No way. “Don’t even think about it-”
Before he can even get the words out of his mouth, Jeongguk starts full-on tickling him: he runs both his hands up and down Taehyung’s sides, and all over his chest, which makes Taehyung shriek, which makes Jeongguk chortle like a mad-man. Once Taehyung gains some self-control, he grabs onto Jeongguk’s wrists to get him to stop, and it ends up turning into a very disorganised, messy wrestling match, in which Jeongguk is desperately trying to free his hands, while Taehyung is struggling to hold him still, and they’re both rolling around like crazy. He feels like Simba and Nala right now when they were tumbling down the hill. Except, he’s pretty sure that, unlike Jeongguk, Nala didn’t kick Simba in the crotch several times.
“Argh, for goodness sake, stop,” Taehyung says, trying really hard not to laugh. He hates that he fails, because this just spurs Jeongguk on even more, who’s full-on squawking on this point. He manages to flip them over so that Jeongguk’s back is against the bed, and now it’s Taehyung straddling him from above. Then, he finally gets a good hold of Jeongguk’s wrists and pins them up above his head, holding them down.
“I said...” He takes a moment, steadies himself, catches his breath. Everything goes silent. “Stop.”
The whole mood in the room seems to shift, no longer light and playful, and Taehyung can’t help but shudder. Even though Jeongguk’s the one looking up at him, he still manages to appear so powerful in this position, so regal. His eyes are dark and hooded, and Taehyung knows that he must look the same.
“You scream like a little girl,” Jeongguk whispers, his voice hoarse. It doesn’t sound teasing though, just breathless, like all the air’s been knocked out of him.
“Yeah?” Taehyung leans all the way down, so that his mouth is directly over Jeongguk’s ear. “You will too when I’m done with you.” He revels in the way Jeongguk’s body trembles violently at that.
But then, he’s back to the playful, quick-witted guy he met at the bar, and he flashes Taehyung a grin. “You’d better live up to your promise.”
Taehyung just snorts, properly shucking off his shirt now that his arms are free, and then he unzips his jeans and takes them off too, with Jeongguk eagerly rushing to do the same. Once they’re just in their boxer briefs, Taehyung can see the faint outline of Jeongguk’s straining erection in his underwear, and before he can think about it, he reaches down to stroke Jeongguk’s cock through the cloth. Jeongguk arches his back, moaning a little at the touch, which only encourages Taehyung to press down a little harder. Then, after a while, his fingers hook around the waistband, and he slips his whole hand down the boxers, feeling the heavy, solid weight of Jeongguk in his hand.
“You’re so hard,” he cooes, stroking up and down the length.
“Nngh... ahh... hmm,” is Jeongguk’s very articulate response.
“So wet ,” Taehyung continues, feeling some of the pre-cum oozing from his tip to prove his point. “Wow, you must really want this, huh? Must really want my dick inside you. Such a slut for it.” Taehyung’s aware that he’s stroking at a painfully slow speed, but he can’t deny how much he loves seeing Jeongguk get flustered like this, coming apart under him, looking so weak and wrecked and unravelled - it’s such a pretty sight.
“I... hngh...”
“Sssh,” Taehyung says soothingly. “Use your words, baby boy.”
Jeongguk keens at this, and Taehyung feels a jolt go straight to his dick, because the fact that he finds that pet name hot is so hot in itself. “Oh my god... I-I could totally h-hit you right now,” Jeongguk says, struggling to get the words out. He manages to look both pissed off and turned on at the same time. “Ugh...” he places a hand on Taehyung’s, trying to persuade him to quicken up the pace a little bit. “Fucking faster...”
“Jesus,” Taehyung laughs. “So bossy...” But he gives in to Jeongguk’s demand anyway, and starts stroking up and down faster, using the pre-cum to lessen friction. The moans that tumble from Jeongguk’s mouth make it oh so worth it.
“Ahh,” he sighs. “Oh my... hmmm... yeah... yeah, like that.”
When Jeongguk’s eyes flutter close, Taehyung allows himself to just unabashedly gaze upon him, and admire how beautiful he looks right now - his hair is messy and mussed in the sexiest way, his face is pink and flushed, his lips swollen and plump. His chest has a golden tan to it, and rises and falls evenly as he breathes. Taehyung lets himself look because he knows he’ll probably never see him again. He’ll be nothing but a handsome stranger after this night. Nothing but a vague memory. He doesn’t know whether he’s disappointed about that or not - he knows that getting attached would bring nothing but trouble, and he doesn’t really want to be anyway - but at the same time, there are things he wonders about Jeongguk that he knows he’ll never find out about. Like the scar he has on his ribcage. Where’d that come from? Or the small tattoo on his wrist. Why’d he get it?
All of a sudden, Taehyung feels this weird compulsion to just touch all the imperfections on Jeongguk’s body - all the moles, the bruises, the marks - to trace them softly with the tip of his finger. But he dismisses the idea just as quickly, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. He’s just saying this because he’s lonely. Jimin’s right, he hasn’t relaxed in a while, and he hasn’t gotten laid for a while, and now all these stupid fucking emotions are messing with his head, and sure, Jeongguk’s hot - he’s allowed to find him hot - but they’re not fucking married so Taehyung needs to get a grip.
When Taehyung finally comes to, Jeongguk’s breathing has quietened, and he’s looking up at him. At first, Taehyung’s panicking because oh crap, what if he saw me staring at him? What if he thinks I’m a creep? But when Taehyung finally meets his gaze, he’s met with glazed-over, distant eyes, and he realises that Jeongguk is just so fucking gone, and oh wow, did Taehyung’s dick just pulsate?
“Hey,” Jeongguk says, sounding all quiet and soft, and honestly, with the things it’s doing to Taehyung’s heart, that should be illegal.
“Hey,” Taehyung replies, just as gentle.
“So, I was wondering...” His expression suddenly transforms, and he grins mischievously. “Are you gonna fuck me or what? Like, is that gonna happen today?”
Laughing, Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Way to ruin the mood, dude.”
“I’m sorry dude, but my dick’s like a rock right now, so if you aren’t gonna deliver...”
“Chill dude, where do you keep the lube?”
“Right here, dude.” Jeongguk stretches his arm a little to open the top drawer of his bedside cabinet before fishing out a bottle of lube and chucking it into Taehyung’s hands.
“Strawberry huh?” Taehyung says, inspecting it. “Fucking basic.”
“You’re basic.”
“Your mum’s basic.”
Jeongguk sighs exasperatedly. “Oh my god, just stick your fingers inside me already.”
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you whinge like a child?” Taehyung says sarcastically, opening the bottle and squeezing a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers. In the time that it takes him to do this, Jeongguk has hurried to take off his boxers, and yet, the guy still has the nerve to be fucking cheeky.
“Has anyone ever told you that half the things you say make you high-key sound like a pedophile?”
“I swear to God, if you don’t shut up, I’m actually going to leave.”
Jeongguk quietens down, albeit after doing an incredibly bratty huff. Taehyung smirks a little, placing a hand on the side of Jeongguk’s hips to get him to angle himself. Then, when he’s slicked his fingers up enough, he presses one digit up against Jeongguk’s rim, which is pink and puffy and inviting.
Jeongguk gasps at the cold sensation, before whining. “Don’t tease,” he grumbles, trying to rut his ass against Taehyung’s finger. Fucking vulgar. Taehyung loves it.
“Jeez, down boy,” Taehyung says, teasingly. Jeongguk growls for good measure, which makes him laugh. It shouldn’t be this easy, this care-free, but somehow, it is. Jeongguk just is. “Seriously though, relax.”
Resigned, Jeongguk lays on his back again, giving Taehyung a petulant frown so he knows he’s not happy. “This is taking too long-” Taehyung pushes the first digit in, and a completely blissed-out expression paints Jeongguk’s face. “... oh.”
Taehyung snorts, pushing his finger in deeper, feeling Jeongguk’s walls squeeze around him. Then, he starts moving his finger backwards and forwards. Jeongguk’s body tenses for a second, before he goes completely loose, a litany of words spilling from his mouth. God, Taehyung loves how vocal he is, loves how he grips his bedsheets whenever he’s turned on, loves how he cranes his neck back. Okay, maybe love is a strong word, but Taehyung’s never going to see this guy again. Ergo, Taehyung’s allowed to enjoy this, and that’s exactly what he plans to do.
After he’s fucked Jeongguk with one finger for a while, he presses another finger against his entrance - a wordless invitation, which Jeongguk accepts with enthusiastic nodding. There’s only a little resistance, before the second digit slides through, being completely enveloped by the warmth inside. Taehyung starts scissoring them, revelling in all the tiny noises of pleasure Jeongguk makes: “Oh my god... yes... yeah, like that... yes ... oh... right there.” Taehyung assumes from the sudden eagerness that he’s found Jeongguk’s prostate so he gently crooks his fingers and Jeongguk nearly sobs. “F-fuck... T-Tae.” That stutter is adorable. That nickname is adorable. Everything about him is adorable.
“Want another one?” Taehyung says.
“Yes. Oh my god. Yes. Please. Yes.”
Taehyung can’t help but laugh, which initially makes Jeongguk give him a stern look, but then he smiles a little bit, as if he’s embarrassed by his own keenness. “Shit... sorry. I know I can be loud sometimes.”
“It’s fine. I like it,” Taehyung admits.
“Yeah?”
“A lot.”
“Sure,” Jeongguk says. He’s turned his head to the side so that his face is now buried into his bedsheets, and he’s biting his lip anxiously, like he doesn’t believe Taehyung, but at the same really wants to. Cute.
Taehyung adds the third finger, which makes a shiver wrack through Jeongguk’s body. When he starts moving them in and out, Jeongguk’s legs start wildly flailing, which leaves Taehyung at a loss for words for a moment.
“Erm...”
“Shit. Sorry. I’m just... really turned on right now, and like... oh my God. I just... eugh.” Jeongguk looks up at the ceiling, like he’s struggling to find the right words to say. He doesn’t want to have to ask what he’s about to ask, and seeing him have to swallow his pride down is quite a weird moment for Taehyung. It reminds him that Jeongguk is a real person. That outside these walls - outside this lustful, sexy night setting - he has friends and family, and he hangs out with people, and he tells jokes, and gets really happy sometimes, and pissed off at others, and maybe even disappointed as well, and Taehyung’s almost sad that he won’t ever be there to see all these different sides of him. Almost.
“Use your words,” he says again teasingly, raising an eyebrow at the still-silent Jeongguk.
“Juststickyourdickinsideofme... please.”
“Smooth.”
“... shut up.”
“Whatever. Where do you keep your condoms, dude?”
“Same drawer, dude. If we could hurry this whole process up, that would be much appreciated.”
“Don’t worry dude, I got you,” Taehyung says, ripping the packet open, and sliding the flimsy rubber sheath on. “Get ready for the dicking of a lifetime.”
Jeongguk snorts, but when Taehyung straddles him again, his eyes darken. “Erm, joking aside... you did promise me you’d make me scream like a girl, so not gonna lie, that better happen.” Fuck. That’s hot.
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat,” he says.
“I’m just saying,” Jeongguk laughs, propping himself up on his elbows. “How do you want me?”
“Erm...” Taehyung considers asking him to get up on his hands and knees - that way it’s less personal, less intimate - but he also can’t bring himself to do it for that same reason. It’s not that he likes Jeongguk - of course he doesn’t, he’s only known the guy for like an hour, and the only thing he’s really felt tonight towards him was just insane attraction - but he feels weirdly at ease with him, and it would just feel wrong fucking him from behind like some dog. “I dunno, like this?”
“Oh. Really?”
Taehyung licks his lips, hates how nervous he feels. “Yeah?”
Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe doesn’t care - he just lays back down, wriggling around a little in the bed to make himself comfortable. “Alright, I guess we’re doing it missionary-style then. Who’s fucking basic now?”
Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat, squirting some lube onto his fingers so he can flick it at Jeongguk, who yelps with shock. “Still you. Basic bitch.”
“Hmm, does that mean you’re gonna make me your bitch?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, grabbing Jeongguk by the hips and pulling him towards him, before lining himself up. Jeongguk smiles lazily, and Taehyung thinks he feels his heart hiccup just a little. “No pressure dude, but there’s been a lot of build-up to this point, so if you don’t live up to the expectations, it’s gonna be a bit embarrass-”
Taehyung cuts him short by slowly pushing inside, which draws out the longest, loudest, filthiest moan that he’s heard from Jeongguk that night. God have mercy on his soul. He gives Jeongguk a little time to adjust, laughing at how winded the other boy looks. “So? Do I live up to your expectations?”
“Fuck you,” is his weak reply. “Just fucking fuck me, man.”
And Taehyung does. Roughly, viscerally. He pulls on his hair, and bites at his skin, and pounds into him until Jeongguk is nearly crying. He does, in essence, make Jeongguk his bitch, and the hottest thing is that Jeongguk likes it - fucking loves it actually, if his sinful facial expressions are anything to go off. Jeongguk comes first, with a loud shudder, and Taehyung soon follows. His knees are weak, and he feels like they’re about to give way, so instead of attempting to stand up, he just collapses on top of Jeongguk instead, which is, you know, equally embarrassing, but whatever. Jeongguk gives a small moan of protest, but he’s obviously too tired to actually get up either, so the two of them just stay like this for a few minutes in comfortable silence.
“Oh man,” Jeongguk says sleepily after a while. “My neighbours are gonna hate me.”
Taehyung chuckles. “That’s what you get for being so loud.”
“You said you liked it.”
“I do.”
Taehyung feels Jeongguk smile against his collarbone, and if that isn’t the sweetest thing ever, he doesn’t know what is. “Whatever,” he says dismissively, but Taehyung knows he’s still smiling. He doesn’t understand why Jeongguk finds it weird that he likes it, and he equally doesn’t understand why he finds it cute that Jeongguk’s shy about it.
They stay like that for a little bit more - sticky, tired and content - until Jeongguk finally rolls out from under him with a groan. Taehyung tries not to miss his body heat too much. “Alright, I’m gonna grab a towel.” He stands up, and then immediately sits back on the bed again. “Yeah, or maybe not.”
Taehyung throws him a curious look. “What are you doing?”
Jeongguk shoots him a humiliated glare, which doesn’t really tell Taehyung anything, so he sighs, as if he’s mentally preparing himself for what he’s about to say. “I... can’t feel my legs.”
Taehyung does not snort. He doesn’t. “What?”
“I can’t fucking feel my legs, Taehyung, ok?” Jeongguk snaps back. “I can’t walk. You have crippled me. Are you happy now?”
“I... dude, you asked for it.”
“Oh my god, stop sounding so- smug about it. You suck.”
“You swallow.”
“Wow, I’m seriously not doing this right now.”
Taehyung rolls over to one side of the bed, patting the empty half. “Just come back here, and stop whinging.” He kind of regrets saying that, because it sounds like he misses Jeongguk and wants him to come back to him, and they’re not dating, and oh my god, why do Taehyung’s words have to betray him like that all the time, but again, Jeongguk doesn’t take notice of it, and rolls his eyes before climbing back into bed, wincing as he does so.
“Wow, you actually look in pain,” Taehyung comments.
“Shut up,” he grumbles back.
“Guess I did you good, huh?”
“I’m actually going to kick you out of this house.”
“Yeah? With what legs?” No response. Taehyung laughs, looking over at Jeongguk who’s staring up at the ceiling indignantly, his cheeks puffed out like a really grumpy fish. “Cute.” Jeongguk obviously hears him because the top of his ears go bright pink, which makes Taehyung laugh more.
“God, actually die.”
“No, Gukkie don’t be mad,” Taehyung says, gesturing towards him with his arms.
“Dude, no. I’m not cuddling you. Eugh, you’ve still got the condom on.”
Taehyung, realising that he indeed does, pulls it off, and comically throws it into the air. It lands with a pathetic squelchy sound, which makes Jeongguk giggle and grimace at the same time. “Gross,” he mumbles. “You’re so fucking nasty.”
Taehyung shrugs, opening his arms out again, and with a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk complies, turning around and sliding back until his back is against Taehyung’s chest so Taehyung can spoon him. “Just clean it up tomorrow,” he says.
“It is tomorrow,” Jeongguk replies.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s like 2 am.”
“Fuck...”
“Yeah...”
For a while, they just lay there together, feeling warm and hazy in their post-orgasmic euphoria, and Taehyung thinks that this is nice. It kind of makes him wish that he had a boyfriend - someone to do things like this with more often - but then reality comes crashing in, like it always does, and it reminds him that having a significant other just means that there’s another person in your life that you have to care for besides yourself, and Taehyung doesn’t have time for that because he needs to focus on his own life, and his badminton, and unfortunately Economics, so yeah, he doesn’t have the fucking time. But still... this is nice.
“This is nice,” he murmurs in Jeongguk’s ear, only because he knows it will make the boy shiver.
“Sure,” Jeongguk replies, wriggling around in Taehyung’s arms a little bit before settling. “God, are you always this clingy after sex?”
“I dunno, dude. I think it’s the bed. You’ve got a nice bed.”
“Not anymore. It’s covered in dried up semen.”
“Wow, who’s being nasty now?”
Jeongguk makes a sound that can only be described as a mixture of a giggle and a hiccup, and God, if Taehyung’s heart doesn’t melt . “Whatever, dude. Night night.”
The next morning (the same morning?), when Taehyung wakes up, the bed beside him is empty, and he can’t decide whether he’s disappointed about it or not. Maybe it’s better because it would’ve been pretty awkward: the grabbing of the clothes, the silent nod goodbye, the walk of shame to the front door. But then again, with Jeongguk, maybe it wouldn’t have been. Because it just wouldn’t.
Taehyung groans. He can’t be bothered with this right now - he has a raging hangover, and most likely, a very pissed off Jimin, to handle, and he can’t just keep debating all these useless hypotheticals. Reluctantly, he leaves the warmth of the duvet and forces himself to stand up, grateful that his legs actually feel solid now, before gathering all his clothes from a sad pile in the corner of the room and putting them back on. While he felt warm and cozy before, now all he feels is eerily chilly as he pulls his shoes on. The light streaming through the open curtains feels too bright on his face. All the feelings of self-loathing come flooding back. Eugh, he always hates the morning afterwards - the crash.
He’s about to exit the apartment, when he notices something stuck on the front door - a bright pink post-it note - and he can’t help but laugh. He steps closer to read it:
Hey, had to go see a friend, but erm, it was nice meeting you.
I had fun - we should do this again sometime.
The note has what he’s assuming is Jeongguk’s phone number scrawled messily under it. Taehyung debates for what seems like an eternity whether he should take it or not. Eventually, he does, grabbing it off the door and shoving it into his pocket. Then, he leaves hurriedly and hastedly, like he’s afraid of what he’s just done, but he keeps reaching his hand down his pocket every now and then on the journey home, to feel if the note’s still there.
He never does call the number in the end.