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Taehyung and Jeongguk had been best friends since they were seven years old; two peas in a pod, they grew up right next to each other, did practically everything together, and were hardly ever apart.
It's as though they couldn't exist without the other.
What they have is a kind of friendship that feels like family—that is, until the stupid summer heat caused Jeongguk's intrusive thoughts to get the best of him.
It was just a normal day.
Taehyung and Jeongguk met in the field after their university lectures ended for the day.
It was just a normal day.
Until Taehyung called for a break, stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt, and poured water over his head to cool down.
It was just a normal day.
Until Jeongguk's gaze was drawn to the one drop of water that was sliding down Taehyung's face to his chest,
It was just a normal day.
Until Jeongguk stopped thinking straight and sucked on his best friend's chest.
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"God, the heat's killing me. Let's take a break, yeah?" Taehyung groaned, removing his shirt before collapsing on his back on the grass. They're both in their second year of university now, but despite their busy schedules, Taehyung and his best friend Jeongguk, still make it a point to play their favorite sport, soccer, after class.
"Already? C'mon, let's play another round!" Jeongguk grumbled, and yet he's still sitting next to Taehyung on the grass, taking the bottle of water next to their bags and downing almost half of it before offering it to Taehyung, who sat up as well, his weight lazily resting on his palms.
"Ugh, give me a break. You know I'm not as athletic as you anyway, muscle head," Taehyung said, rolling his eyes at Jeongguk as he leaned his head back and slowly drank what was left in their shared water bottle.
"That's what you get for not working out; I told you, you should come to the gym with me, build a bit of muscle, y'know?"
"The fuck are you saying? Look, if I get more muscle than this, how perfect would I be? If that happens, you'll probably look average next to me. Ahh... I'm doing this for your sake, Jeonggukkie. You should thank me." Taehyung sneers, putting on a show by dumping the last bit of the water in the bottle over his hair, cooling his body off by letting the cold water drip all over his naked torso.
Jeongguk swore he was about to say something, another clever response or another snide remark to crush Taehyung's haughty behavior, as he always does, but maybe the summer heat—yes, this stupid summer heat—had gone into his head, since the next thing Jeongguk knew, he was already staring at that single drop of water sliding from Taehyung's face, neck, and down to his chest.
Taehyung's chest.
His chest.
His chest.
His. Chest.
'Right... This fucker's already way too attractive for his own good. He's not even working out, yet he's in top shape. His chest is toned and firm—his chest... Dusty pink. Ist it #E1AD9D? or #C27E79? Has it always been pink?' Jeongguk thinks, oblivious to the fact that he's now hyperfocused on Taehyung's chest—his dusty pink nipple that's holding a single drop of water—and then suddenly, everything stops.
Jeongguk's body is moving on its own.
'Ahh, it looks soft. Would it be soft? I think so. He's sweating, so I'm guessing it'll taste a bit salty—but what if it's sweet? It's pink. Pinks are usually sweet, right? Soft and sweet... I want to—'
"Oi, w-what the hell—nngh!" Taehyung shuddered with a shocked and puzzled expression on his face when Jeongguk suddenly leaned closer, mouth parted wide, tongue flattening over Taehyung's left nipple, humming as he wrapped his lips over the bud, happily sucking on it with his eyes shut.
"Mhm..." Jeongguk breathed deeply, swirling his tongue around Taehyung's nipple, nibbling its now firm peak between his teeth, and then sucking on it again as if he were a newborn baby eager to take in his mother's milk. 'Just as I thought... It's firm but still very supple, like those gummy candies we often munch on before... Ah, it's a little salty too, but I guess it's fine. Yeah, it's fine—wait.'
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'THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS FINE! WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK!' Jeongguk's head has gone into overdrive, his eyes popping open; finding Taehyung staring back at him with shock written all over his now flushed face.
"H-hey... What the hell are you doing?" Taehyung mumbled, unable to move while Jeongguk's mouth was still sucking on his nipple.
"H-hah! Nice chest, man! Really nice!" Jeongguk stupidly replied, releasing Taehyung's nipple from his mouth and throwing the latter a silly thumbs up as he stood up, scrambling to grab his bags. "I-I forgot, I need to water my fish, I mean my cat, no, my dog—shit... I'll head on first, see ya!" Jeongguk exclaimed, his face burning up as he ran, leaving Taehyung frozen in place, staring at his back as he sprinted farther away.
Well, fuck.
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Have you ever had a thought so disturbing that it turned into a strong urge and you felt like your body was no longer yours and was moving on its own?
Creepy, right?
Well, that just happened to Jeongguk.
He couldn't really explain it; in fact, he has no clue why he felt it was a good idea to suck on his best friend's nipple out of the blue and out on the open soccer field this afternoon, but he did. He had thought of it, and he had done it—and then he ran away with the most preposterous excuse a person could ever come up with after doing it.
Now, Jeongguk is in his room, his back pressed against the door. He's panting out of breath, mostly because he ran all the way home but also partly because he still can't get his head around the fact that he did 'that' to Taehyung.
Taehyung, his best friend, his ride or die, the most important person in his life after his mother and father—that Taehyung—and Jeongguk just sucked on his nipple. "Why? J-just what the fuck was I thinking?" Jeongguk mumbled under his breath, his cheeks burning and his face flushed all the way up to his ears and down his neck.
"Jeongguk? Are you in there? Is Taehyungie with you? I cooked, so you two boys better come down here and help me set the table, okay?" Jeongguk's mother yelled from downstairs, causing Jeongguk to shudder as soon as he heard Taehyung's name.
Taehyung, yes. They were supposed to have dinner together at home since Jeongguk's mother had packed a lot of side dishes for Taehyung to bring to his dorm. Unlike Jeongguk, who still travels from home to their university, Taehyung lives alone in the dorms since he has a bit of a situation at home.
Taehyung doesn't seem to get along with his parents for whatever reason, so he moved out the moment he started university.
In fact, Taehyung no longer bothers visiting his parents when he comes to hang out with Jeongguk at home, despite the fact that they're just, literally, living next door, which Jeongguk honestly finds strange considering that he could've sworn Taehyung had a pretty good relationship with his family before—that is until that one event during their senior year in high school, when Taehyung knocked on their house's door in the middle of the night with his face all beaten and bruised.
Jeongguk never pried about it—well actually, he did—once, but Taehyung got mad, and he made it clear to him that he doesn’t want to talk about it—ever, and so Jeongguk decided to drop it, and he never brought up the matter again.
Wait—right, Taehyung.
"Fuck." Jeongguk sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he paces back and forth, remembering that Taehyung is a picky eater to say the least, and he even refuses to eat alone, so he's practically a big—6 foot tall baby, and Jeongguk just left that 'baby' in the field after basically harassing him. "God fuck! Will that be considered sexual harassment? It is, right? I didn't know what I was doing and so I didn't ask for his permission—forget it! How could I even think of asking permission to do such a thing? Shit... Will I go to jail? Should I just surrender myself to the police? Will Tae even sue me? Oh, he will; that fucker will probably find it funny—"
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"Auntie, I'm home."
"Oh, Taehyungie, I thought you were upstairs with Jeongguk; did you not come home together?"
Jeongguk's thoughts got disrupted when he heard his mother and Taehyung's voices chatting from down the stairs, which caused him to immediately turn pale, as if all of his blood had been drained off of his face.
"He's here. He's going to kill me. Yup. He's definitely going to kill me." Jeongguk mumbled, his knees trembling as he backed away from the door, hearing Taehyung's slow-paced footsteps approaching his room.
"I'll go get Guk, auntie. We'll be down in a bit." Jeongguk heard Taehyung before the doorknob turned and the door slammed open.
"T-Tae... Hi—"
"So, where's this 'fish' you were raving about earlier?" Taehyung questioned, hands on his waist, raising an eyebrow at Jeongguk.
"Fish? What fish? Oh, the fish! It died—yeah, it died. I just flushed it down the toilet. Sad. Very sad—"
"Quit your bullshit, you stupid fuck! What was that about?" Taehyung cursed in low whispers, grabbing the collar of Jeongguk's shirt and glaring hard as Jeongguk lifted both of his hands in surrender. "T-trust me. I have no idea," Jeongguk replied sheepishly, turning away from Taehyung's sharp gaze.
"You—"
"Taehyung, dear! Come bring that kid down here so we can eat! Your uncle's coming home late tonight, we don't need to wait up."
Jeongguk was pretty sure Taehyung was just about to punch him, but luckily he got saved by his mother calling them out to have dinner, and so Taehyung sighed and let him go—ah, he really should thank his mom later. "We're not done talking here, d'you hear me?" Taehyung remarked as he walked out of Jeongguk's room, and if looks alone can kill, Jeongguk is certain he would've died the moment Taehyung got here.
"Yes, sir," Jeongguk muttered quietly, heaving out a lungful of air as he dropped his gaze on the floor.
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Jeon Areum, Jeongguk's mother, isn't really the doting type, which Jeongguk doesn't mind; she's actually caring and sweet, but she also knows when to apply discipline, especially since Jeongguk is an only child, so she tends to be a bit strict on him most of the time—however, that headstrong personality of hers doesn't seem to apply to Jeongguk's best friend, Taehyung.
Areum has always been particularly fond of Taehyung since they were basically toddlers, and that fondness grew even more when Taehyung ran away from home. Maybe it's the mother in her, but after that one incident where Taehyung knocked on their door in the middle of the night, crying with a bruised face and busted lip, Jeongguk's mom has fully decided to take Taehyung as her son.
Don't get him wrong; Jeongguk isn't jealous at all. In fact, he finds it amusing that Taehyung, who dislikes having any physical contact from others (except from Jeongguk), silently accepts Areum's motherly affection, such as wiping his sweat, putting food on his plate, hugging him tight whenever she's happy or proud of something he did, and basically everything she does to Jeongguk as well.
Just like now, Areum is wiping some of the fried chicken sauce smeared on the side of Taehyung's mouth, while Taehyung, despite being already used to it, still flinches and smiles awkwardly as Areum nags him for being a messy eater at his age.
"Oh, look at you! Have you lost some weight? I think you did! Eat more, okay, have more chicken—d'you want the breast part? It's healthier, isn't it? You too, Guk, eat more, here's another one." Areum continues as she places another piece of saucy fried chicken on each of Jeongguk and Taehyung's plates.
"Mom, stop it, I'm already full, I don't want to—"
"You don't like the breast part?" Taehyung said as he turned his gaze to Jeongguk.
"What? Why? What are you talking about? Didn't you like the breast part of the chicken since it's always the biggest cut?" Jeongguk's mother said, perplexed and oblivious to the fact that Jeongguk had been losing his mind the moment he heard the word 'breast' from Taehyung's mouth.
They're just talking about chicken.
Breast.
Chicken breast.
But earlier, he—
"N-no... I don't like it anymore," Jeongguk grumbled, his ears burning hotter as Taehyung's lips curled up into a smirk.
"Are you sure? Well, it seems to me that you like breasts so much, you even—"
"SHUT UP! YOU LITERALLY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I DON'T LIKE BREASTS, OKAY? I HATE IT! I DON'T LIKE IT! I DON'T WANT IT! I NEVER WANT TO EAT IT AGAIN!" Jeongguk exploded, his palms slamming onto the dinner table, startling his mother but clearly not Taehyung.
"Guk-ah... It's okay, darling, we have chicken legs here too, if you hate the breast part so much," Jeon Areum responded, picking a fried chicken leg and placing it on Jeongguk's plate, while Jeongguk is fuming, glaring down at Taehyung, who is just sitting there with his usual poker face.
He messed up.
Jeongguk is aware that his reaction is screwing everything up even more right now. The thing is, he has no right to even be upset since his own idiotic actions are what triggered all of this. Seriously? He's throwing a fit, ruining their supposedly nice dinner together all because of fried chicken? (fried chicken breast, to be exact) But he can't really help it. He's feeling so embarrassed, especially since Taehyung appears to be so chill about it, that he could even taunt him in front of his mother—as if his nipple hadn't been sucked on by Jeongguk earlier.
"Tch. Seriously? Over a fried chicken—"
"Yeah, silly, right? I know," Jeongguk shoots back at Taehyung, dropping his chopsticks on the table. "I'm sorry, mom. I'm really not hungry anymore. I'll just go for a walk. Leave the plates; I'll wash 'em later," Jeongguk says as he walks out the door.
"Oh my... I didn't know he hated chicken breasts that much?" Areum said, flinching when Jeongguk slammed the front door shut.
"Don't worry, auntie, that guy loves everything you cook; I guess he's just tired and stressed since our exams are coming up soon. I'll get him back, okay?" Taehyung said, smiling at Jeongguk's mother as sweetly as always before he got up and followed Jeongguk outside.
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"Taehyung, that idiot. I hate him." Jeongguk grumbled, kicking the small rocks on his feet as he sat in the swing here in the playground/park just a few blocks away from their house.
"No, you don't." Taehyung said, catching his breath after running after Jeongguk. "You're such a kid," Taehyung added, sighing as he crouched down on the ground in front of his still pouting and still visibly upset best friend. "How could you even walk out just like that? You scared auntie, y'know?" he added, frowning when Jeongguk refused to respond.
"Shut up—"
"You, shut up; I won't." Taehyung sighed, cutting Jeongguk off again and then pressing his hands hard onto Jeongguk's thighs when the latter tried to get up. "I told you we weren't done talking yet," he said.
"God, you're never gonna let me hear the end of it, are you?" Jeongguk exclaimed, sitting back on the swing and clutching the rusted metal chains in his fists. "Read the room, please. Can't you see? I'm so embarrassed right now, I just want to get swallowed by the ground." Jeongguk added, meeting Taehyung's now unreadable gaze, which just made him feel more anxious than he already is.
A few more seconds passed, and Taehyung was still staring at him without saying anything, driving the gears in Jeongguk's mind to spin like crazy, thinking that he would rather Taehyung lash out at him and hit him than have this very awkward silence between them. "Ugh! What do you even want to hear from me, huh? Want me to say, 'Hey, I'm sorry about earlier; I swear to God, I'm not gay. I'd like to claim it wasn't sexual, but to be honest, now I'm not so sure if it was because I haven't gotten laid in a while, and even if I want to, I can't really explain it, but my body just moved on its own and decided it was a good idea to regress to my newborn phase when I saw your pink tiddies. The next thing I knew, I was already sucking on your nipple like a goddamn baby. Oh, and by the way, I thought your nipples were very pretty, how come I never noticed it before—weird, and that you tasted like gummy candies—which is also weird, I know, so sue me. I'll just rot in jail happily—"
"Pfft... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeongguk's panicked ramblings were then interrupted when Taehyung suddenly burst out laughing, gripping the fabric of Jeongguk's sweatpants tightly as he leaned against his knee; there were even tears in his crescent eyes when he glanced up at him. "Just hearing you say sorry is actually good enough for me, but I admit your whole spiel about suddenly feeling like a baby is pretty funny," Taehyung continued to laugh hysterically, wheezing while slapping Jeongguk's thighs repeatedly. "Hahahahaha! I mean, sorry to break your bubble, but my tiddies aren't really capable of producing milk for the BABY."
"S-shut up! It's not funny!" Jeongguk whined, pouting and sulking once more.
"To you. It's funny to me, you dimwit! Hahahahahahaha!" Taehyung answered, and although Jeongguk wanted to say more, he seemed to have forgotten all about it the instant he gazed upon the still laughing Taehyung.
'He's laughing... Does this mean—'
"Wait, you're not mad at me?" Jeongguk inquired, realizing that the mood is far from tense and heavy right now.
"Do you want me to get mad?" Taehyung asked, lightly punching Jeongguk's chest as he stood up. "You know what? Yes, what you did was strange, and I was shocked to say the least, but then again, I already knew you're an idiot who sniffs and put anything unfamiliar to you in your mouth, just out of sheer curiosity, so thinking about it now, it's not really that surprising, considering the fact that it's you we're talking about," Taehyung said, sitting on the other swing next to Jeongguk.
"Well, that's true... Wait, you just insulted me, didn't you?" Jeongguk grumbled, causing Taehyung to crack up once more.
"I'm just stating facts. You even lied about watering, what again? Your fish? Pfft... If that isn't the most idiotic excuse a person could ever think of, then I don't know what is." Taehyung chuckled, and Jeongguk really wanted to get mad just to save whatever's left of his pride, but he had to agree that what he did and how he reacted after was actually pretty stupid of him—so stupid that he's now laughing out loud with Taehyung.
"See, even you thought that was funny, didn't you?" Taehyung said, turning towards Jeongguk with a bright smile on his face, and for some reason—right at that moment, Jeongguk felt something warm bubbling from his chest, causing his laughter to fade, thinking how lucky he really is to have someone like Taehyung as his best friend.
"Y-yeah, right... Just shut up already." Jeongguk replied, averting Taehyung's gaze before they both burst out laughing again.
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So far, everything has returned to normal two weeks after the "nipple sucking incident." Sure, Taehyung had made fun of Jeongguk about it a few more times until they were both sick of the joke, and now they just don't bring it up anymore.
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Both Taehyung and Jeongguk are pursuing arts. Taehyung is an archeology and art history major, while Jeongguk is in computer game design. Their majors are housed in the same building, so even though they're taking different classes, they still run into each other fairly often—often enough for everyone (interested in them, that is) to know that they're best friends, and if they're not together and one of them goes missing, the other will know best where to find them. However, right now, Jeongguk is missing and Taehyung has no idea where to find him.
"He skipped class, you say? That's odd; wait, I’ll call him," Taehyung said when Hoseok, one of their friends and Jeongguk's classmate, approached him and asked if he knew why Jeongguk didn't show up for their morning class.
Taehyung then dialed Jeongguk's number; it rang, but Jeongguk didn't answer—which is strange—even stranger than the fact that Jeongguk skipped class, although he hates failing to attend any of his classes, since Jeongguk has never ignored Taehyung's calls before; yes, not even once, so this is a first.
"Did he answer?" Hoseok asked, waiting for Taehyung to say something—anything regarding Jeongguk—but Taehyung just stood there, with shock written all over his face.
"N-no, he didn't. Let me call him again," Taehyung replied, calling Jeongguk's phone once more—and again, it went straight to the latter's voice mail.
Okay, something is definitely wrong here.
"Hoseok hyung, if you see Yoongi hyung, could you please ask him to tell our professor that I can't make it to class? It appears that I have a bit of a situation at home," Taehyung said as he rushed out of their building, his face pale and somewhat afraid.
"Wait, did something happen to Jeongguk?! Hey, Tae!" Hoseok exclaimed, now worried as well.
"I don't know! Maybe! I gotta check on him! Oh, and please tell Yoongi hyung to take notes for me, thank you!" Taehyung shouted, his voice fading as he ran down the hallway.
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'Don't lie... You're still thinking about it, aren't you?' Taehyung asked, and for some reason, he is now crawling on top of Jeongguk's bed, half naked, and Jeongguk doesn't know what to say; he can't even move; he's just staring at Taehyung, his face, his messy bedroom hair, and his exposed chest.
The truth is that Taehyung isn't exactly wrong. As much as Jeongguk wanted to forget about what he did as quickly as Taehyung managed to do it, he couldn't. Even though he refuses to accept it, 'that incident' did something—something that, while not enough to ruin their friendship, is enough to drive Jeongguk's mind into a seemingly never-ending frenzy.
Y'see, a kiss on the cheek or on the forehead is okay; they've done it countless times as children. Showering together and seeing each other naked is also fine; to this day, whenever Jeongguk sleeps in Taehyung's dorm room and they're running late in the morning, they'll still sometimes shower together to make it to class on time—so yes, that too is supposed to be okay—supposed to be okay, but apparently now, it isn't.
Forget about showering together; Jeongguk couldn't even look a completely dressed Taehyung in the eyes since what happened on the soccer field two weeks ago. Sure, Jeongguk has been playing it off as if what happened doesn't weigh on him anymore, but the thing is, he's been a flustered mess, walking on eggshells around his best friend.
It started, Jeongguk thinks, when he began to worry whether what he did would lead Taehyung to set some boundaries between them—it didn't, but that didn't stop Jeongguk from being hyper-aware of Taehyung's reactions to him whenever they're together. He began to observe Taehyung in a completely different light, just to see if Taehyung would act differently around him—if he would still share his food with him, drink from the same water bottle with him, study with him, or play soccer with him—if he would still change his clothes in front of him. Taehyung didn't act any differently, but Jeongguk surely did.
Being hyper-aware of Taehyung seems to have caused Jeongguk to notice things—even the little details about Taehyung—that he hadn't bothered to pay attention to before. It's as though every time Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, the world slows down and everything else fades into white noise; like whenever they're eating, and Jeongguk notices that Taehyung chews his food slowly—around 47 to 50 times before swallowing—and as he does this, Taehyung has a habit of licking his lips, making them appear more moist and plump and pink—Jeongguk likes pink. Pink looks sweet, and Jeongguk loves sweets. (We all know what that did to him.)
And then, whenever they're playing soccer in the field and the orange light of the setting sun hits Taehyung's skin, he glows like he's made of gold, honey, and everything bright and sparkly; even his sweat seems like wet glitter sprinkled all over his skin. (It's no surprise that ladies and even a few men always try to hit on him.)
Taehyung is undeniably attractive. In fact, when it comes to him, the word handsome may even be an understatement.
Taehyung is breathtakingly beautiful, and the more Jeongguk looks at him, the more he wonders, how the fuck did he not notice it sooner?
And now, that same beauty is climbing on top of him in his bed, and Jeongguk is here, reminding himself that he is not gay (last time he checked, at least)—and that this is absolutely not the way he should be looking at his own best friend.
'T-Tae... What exactly are you on about? What are you doing here, man?' Jeongguk faltered, letting out a gasp when Taehyung sat firmly on his lap.
'I'm sure you know what I mean. You didn't forget about it, did you? I know; I saw it in the way you looked at me. You've been staring, Jeonggukkie.' Taehyung drawled, getting down on all fours, his face an inch away from Jeongguk. 'So, tell me when...'
'When? What do you mean by when?' Jeongguk mumbled, his gaze falling down to Taehyung's smirking lips, and when Taehyung's hot breath brushed against his skin, Jeongguk felt his heart skip a beat.
Shit.
'Oh, please... We're not supposed to keep secrets from each other, remember? So just be honest and tell me when exactly you started wanting me.' Taehyung asked, resting his hand flat on Jeongguk's bare chest (Why is he suddenly half-naked as well? Oh, Jeongguk has no idea, to be honest).
But the question of 'how did it happen' isn't really the problem here; the problem is that he and Taehyung are both half-naked, and they're on Jeongguk's bed, and Taehyung is on top of Jeongguk—and Jeongguk is now having such unspeakable wild thoughts running around inside his head.
'Me? Hahaha... What kind of prank is this, Tae? Stop it, alright? Didn't we already talk about this? I just momentarily lost my mind, but I'm fine now. I swear to—oh god!' Jeongguk wasn't able to finish what he was about to say when he felt Taehyung's hand between his legs, specifically over his crotch, feeling him up until his length bulged out against his gray pajama pants.
'Are you—really? Then could you tell me what this means? I don't think you're fine at all, Jeonggukkie.' Taehyung whispered in Jeongguk's ear, sending a chill down his spine and a pink blush to spread over his cheeks.
'O-oi... Where do you think you're touching me right now, Tae?' Jeongguk stammered again, his brows twitching up as he smirked, still trying to act unfazed in front of Taehyung.
'Mhm... Why? Do you not want me to touch you here? Is this off-limits? I don't think so. I think you like it—so much, actually...' Taehyung drawled, breathing in against the crook of Jeongguk's neck as he began stroking Jeongguk's shaft.
'Nngh.... Fucking hell, Tae! A-ahhhh...' Jeongguk moaned out loud; he has no idea when or how Taehyung stripped him of his pants and boxers, but now he appears to be in his birthday suit, butt-naked under Taehyung—and Taehyung's hand is on his cock, delicate, long, and slender fingers wrapped around his length, rubbing him up and down.
'What a naughty boy, you are... Lusting over your best friend like an absolute creep.' Taehyung sneered as he glanced at Jeongguk through his lashes.
'You see, I can still feel your lips and your tongue on my nipple; I can still remember how you hummed all satisfied when you sucked it desperately—passionately. How about you? Do you still remember how I taste—how you've made my nipple so hard and swollen after biting it hard in between your teeth? Say, did you notice? After that day, I stopped wearing tight-fitting shirts. Aren't you curious whether it has anything to do with what you did to me? Didn't you want to know if sucking on my chest had caused me to become more sensitive?' Taehyung continued to tease Jeongguk, stroking his cock faster and gripping him even tighter—and Jeongguk was losing it. He's bucking his hips, keeping up with the pace that Taehyung had set for him. He's fucking into Taehyung's hand while nuzzling his face against Taehyung's neck, drowning in the latter's sweet and powdery scent—wait, has Taehyung always smelled this good? Either way, it's addicting, and Jeongguk can't seem to get enough of it—of him.
Yes, Jeongguk is clearly no longer thinking straight—and if he is, it is most likely with his dick rather than his brain.
'Ahh... Wasn't that the case? You know what? Call me whatever you want, but I saw you, Tae... One time—a week ago, in the shower room after we finished playing soccer... You had to replace the soaked band-aid you used to cover your left nipple. That was the one I bit, wasn't it? Even though it had been days, it was still red and swollen. Have you been playing with it?' Jeongguk brazenly asked, as if he wasn't already losing his mind, his eyes rolling back when Taehyung ran his thumb over the already wet tip of his cock.
'Now you're stalking me? How scary—'
'No! No, I didn't... Fuck... I didn't stalk you, you idiot! It was an accident!' Jeongguk grunted, trying to bear the heat that was now bubbling in his lower stomach. 'Y-you didn't lock the door, and you were taking so long... I was just going to check on you...' he added, shuddering when he felt Taehyung grin against his skin.
'Oh, is that so? Then, what about the night after that? Didn't you touch yourself with me in your mind? Here... In this very bed, under your warm and fluffy blanket,'
'I didn't! Nnngh... Fucking hell, are you out of your mind? As if I'd ever do something like that! Ahhh.. S-stop... You fuckwit, I'm going to cum!' Jeongguk whimpered, gripping onto Taehyung's shoulders, after Taehyung pressed his thumb firmly over the tip of his cock just as he was about to reach his climax.
'Right... But you wanted to, didn't you? You wanted to masturbate using me—your best friend—as wank material.' Taehyung said, pulling back as Jeongguk groaned, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes tight. 'In fact, you're doing exactly that right now,' Taehyung added, causing Jeongguk to hiss and curse out loud.
'The fuck? Y-you're the one touching me—'
'Oh, am I?' Taehyung interjects as if he's so confident in what he just said, which pisses Jeongguk off since he knows that he wasn't the one who started it this time. He was just sleeping on his bed, and when he woke up, Taehyung was already on top of him—seducing him—and Jeongguk is just a man, a man with very little to no self-control to be exact, so how could he even resist? No, that isn't possible for him.
Jeongguk was about to respond and defend himself, but when he opened his eyes, he found Taehyung standing in front of him instead of being on top of him in the bed—and as Jeongguk shifted his gaze down, he saw his own hand, touching and rubbing himself.
Okay, something is definitely wrong here.
'W-what? How? Y-you... You were just here... You were...'
'Tsk, tsk... I never imagined you'd be like this, Jeongguk...' Taehyung said, shaking his head in dismay, his arms folded against his chest.
Now Jeongguk wants to cry. He wished he could just hide himself and never appear in front of Taehyung again, but for some reason, he couldn't. He can't stop moving—he can't stop his own hand from stroking his dick, and Taehyung is just staring at him.
'N-no... This isn't what it looks like, Tae... I swear... I—'
'Really? Well, I think I've seen enough, Jeonggukkie... You're disgusting.' Taehyung said, which made Jeongguk's eyes widen in both shame and disbelief as Taehyung's last words continued to echo repeatedly in his head.
You're disgusting.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
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*Riiiing! Riiiing!*
*GASP!*
Jeongguk then woke up in a cold sweat after hearing his phone ring close to his ear. It's already nearly twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and Jeongguk has missed his morning classes; there have been several messages from his classmates, a few emails reminding him of the projects he needs to submit, and Taehyung is currently calling him.
Taehyung is calling him—on the phone.
Taehyung is calling him.
Taehyung is not here in his room.
Jeongguk was only dreaming.
"Fuck." Jeongguk cursed under his breath as he rejected Taehyung's call out of sheer panic. "S-shit! Shit!" Jeongguk exclaimed, pushing down the blanket that's covering his lower half and seeing a wet patch over the crotch area of his pajama pants. "What the hell? You're not a teen anymore, goddammit!" Jeongguk grumbled to himself, massaging the bridge of his nose as he collapsed back on the bed, trying to steady his breath.
It didn't even take long, maybe just less than a minute, and Taehyung is already calling him once more, which isn't exactly unexpected given that this is the first time Jeongguk has ever rejected Taehyung's calls, and he just did it again. He rejected Taehyung's call again.
"Just how the fuck could I even talk to him again, after dreaming about all of 'that'? There must be a limit for this insanity, y'know? That's your best friend, you idiot!" Jeongguk groaned, telling himself off as if doing so would help make him forget about the dream he had just now.
Nope. There is no way in hell Jeongguk will be able to forget a dream as real and vivid as that; in fact, the clear evidence is still here, staining his gray satin pajama pants.
"Ugh, whatever. I don't fucking know anymore!" Jeongguk grumbled once more as he kicked his blanket off, tossing and turning on the bed before he decided to cover himself and just go back to sleep again.
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'Jeongguk.'
'Jeongguk...'
"Hey, Jeon Jeongguk!"
Jeongguk's eyes then fluttered open the moment he heard Taehyung's voice again. Is it another dream? Well, of course it is, since that would be the only logical reason why Taehyung is here.
"Ugh, give me a fucking break already, you damn sexy thing. What else do you still want from me? Just let me sleep more, okay?" Jeongguk mumbled, still half-asleep, as he grabbed Taehyung's wrist and pulled the latter on top of him.
"Sexy what?" Taehyung scoffed, trying to wiggle out of Jeongguk's firm hold. "Wait, I can't fucking breathe! Let go-"
"Mhm... Fine, fine. Here—better?" Jeongguk asked, loosening his grip on Taehyung, allowing the latter to at least lift his head up, his face hovering over Jeongguk's own.
There, their gazes met, and in Jeongguk's sleepy haze, he stared at Taehyung's face.
"I must say, I like this feisty version of you more than how you were earlier. That sharp tongue and that pretty face... Now, you seem more real rather than that cheap wet dream appearing before a man in his early twenties." Jeongguk grinned, tucking some of the loose strands of Taehyung's hair behind the latter's ear. "Goddamn, when did you get this pretty? It's so unfair, y'know? My best friend is so fucking pretty, I think I'm going crazy." Jeongguk mumbled, his eyes fluttering close while Taehyung was still staring at him with his wide-eyed gaze, unable to move, unable to dodge when Jeongguk cupped his cheek, pulling him down and closing the gap between them, and there Jeongguk smiled against Taehyung's lips, thinking what a nice dream this is.
'Idiot.' Jeongguk thought he heard Taehyung say, but just like that, he fell asleep again.
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"Dude, what's up? You missed half of our class today. You're not sick, are you?" Hoseok said as Jeongguk sat beside him in the lecture hall just in time for their afternoon classes.
"Huh? Ah, no. I just slept in, I guess." Jeongguk replied, his hoodie pulled up over his head, feeling sluggish after sleeping for about twelve hours straight.
"Tae was pretty worried about you, y'know? He even—"
"What?" Jeongguk stiffened, as if a bucket of ice cold water had just been poured over his head the moment he heard Taehyung's name being mentioned.
"Taehyung, I mean. I kinda asked him about you earlier since you skipped our morning classes. We both tried calling you and you didn't answer, so I figured he went to check on you. Why? Did he not?" Hoseok inquired, flinching with his eyebrows furrowed when Jeongguk suddenly stood up.
"He did what?!" Jeongguk exclaimed, his heart hammering inside his chest, recalling the kind of dreams he had this morning, starring his own best friend.
Now, if Taehyung really went to check on him at home, Taehyung would know their house's passcode; Taehyung would surely run straight into his room; Jeongguk never locks his room; Jeongguk also has a bad habit of sleep talking, so if Taehyung went into his room while he was sleeping, and then he left without waking him up (which Taehyung never does), then could it be that— "No shit. That guy, their class is just next door, right?" Jeongguk asked Hoseok, looking at the latter with a panicked expression on his face before he rushed towards the exit of the lecture hall.
"Yeah? I guess so? Hey! What's the problem now? Dude the class's about to start!" Hoseok yells, calling out to Jeongguk, but it's too late since the latter has already run out of the room.
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'No. No. No. Jeon Jeongguk, you fucking idiot!' Jeongguk cursed in his thoughts as he barged inside the lecture hall next to their own.
"Oi, Kim Taehyung!" Jeongguk exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to him, including Taehyung, who was sitting at the far end corner of the hall. Fortunately, Taehyung's class hasn't begun yet, and their professor isn't in the room, but still, having everyone, especially strangers, stare at him suspiciously drove all of Jeongguk's blood to rush up to his face. "Shit," Jeongguk hissed, lowering his head with a groan as he headed out the lecture hall and then sighing with his back pressed against the wall.
"What is it?" Taehyung asked, following Jeongguk outside shortly after Jeongguk humiliated himself in front of the whole archeology and art history class.
Fuck, Jeongguk is so nervous, he doesn't even know how to react. He'd raced all the way here and called out Taehyung without thinking, and now he's wondering how he could even begin questioning Taehyung about what happened this morning—if anything really did happen between them this morning.
"Dude, I still have a class to attend to, so if you've got something to say, then you better start talking now, okay?" Taehyung said, looking a bit impatient while scratching the back of his head.
'He doesn't look any different. I mean, he's not acting weird... Then, was it all in my head?' Jeongguk asked himself as he absentmindedly stared at Taehyung's face.
This is weird. Jeongguk's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't even speak. Just when exactly did he start being nervous around Taehyung? It's just Taehyung, right? Just Taehyung.
'Right. What am I getting nervous about? This is just Tae. He's basically like family at this point... Yes, it's just Tae...' Jeongguk thinks, heaving out a lungful of air before lifting his gaze to face Taehyung yet again.
"What?" Taehyung muttered once more.
"E-earlier... I mean, this morning, you didn't go to my room, right? Y'see, I kinda overslept and missed my morning classes, and Hoseok hyung said you went to check on me? That didn't happen, right? Because—uhm... Why would you? Pfft... That would be weird, like really, really weird. I just overslept, man, there's no need for you to be that worried." Jeongguk rambled, laughing awkwardly at Taehyung, until he realized that Taehyung hasn't really said anything yet; he is just staring at him with a rather unreadable expression on his face. "Tae?" Jeongguk said, wondering why Taehyung looked so serious all of a sudden.
"Mhm... You're right. That would be—weird." Taehyung said, smiling this time, but for some reason, Jeongguk doesn't think that it's genuine. "Then, is that all?" Taehyung added, his tone flat and cold.
"Ah, y-yes? I guess so. Sorry." Jeongguk replied. He doesn't know why he's even apologizing; it's not like he can control his dreams. Nevertheless, looking at Taehyung now makes him feel somewhat guilty.
"For what?" Taehyung asked, now with that typical taunting grin of his.
"For, disturbing you in class? I don't know—" Jeongguk then stilled when Taehyung suddenly leaned in, tapping the tips of his middle and index fingers on Jeongguk's forehead.
"Class hasn't started yet, you dummy. Go back to your room. I'll see you later, yeah?" Taehyung said before he left and entered the lecture hall again, leaving Jeongguk outside, face hot and burning bright red. 'Oi, easy there. That was just Taehyung, okay? Your heart shouldn't be fluttering this way for your best friend,' Jeongguk reminds himself while absentmindedly tapping on his own chest.
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Jeongguk has already finished his classes for the day and is now standing near the soccer field, leaning against a tree, waiting for Taehyung so they can play and practice. As Jeongguk stands in the same area they sat two weeks ago, he starts to wonder when he began seeing Taehyung differently. Was it before he went to town on Taehyung's chest? Or was it after?
Taehyung has been his best friend for how many years—fourteen, fifteen? They were just kids back then, unaware that their first meeting would lead to a bond that would continue for years.
Jeongguk used to be an extremely shy kid, always quiet and alone, while Taehyung was a bright ball of sunshine, always smiling and laughing while bouncing on his toes. Taehyung was the one who had brought Jeongguk out of his shell, like a shy little turtle finally finding the courage to make some friends. Taehyung had taught him how to strike up a conversation with other kids, how to play games, how to run around and have fun, and how to fight for himself. Taehyung had also taught him that it is okay to cry and be upset, and that his tears are not a sign of weakness.
It sounds lame and maybe overdramatic, but after his parents, Taehyung was one of the key individuals who made Jeongguk the man that he is today.
However, Taehyung's light began to wane for some reason. As Jeongguk grew more and more outgoing and confident, Taehyung started to isolate himself. Taehyung became distant from everyone, with the exception of Jeongguk, as if he'd built a wall around himself and the only one allowed inside his well-protected bubble was Jeongguk.
As horrible as it sounds, Jeongguk actually felt happy to be the only one allowed to be near Taehyung. It made him feel special, entitled, wanted—needed. So Jeongguk never questioned Taehyung about why he'd changed; instead, he gladly stayed by Taehyung's side, deluding himself of the idea that Taehyung wouldn't ever leave him, because if he did, then he would have no one.
No one.
So right now, Jeongguk is wondering why he's seeing Taehyung beaming so affectionately at another man, Min Yoongi, from the archeology and art history class.
Why? Wasn't he supposed to be running to him by now? They were supposed to play soccer together as they always do every day after class, but Taehyung is now there, walking past the soccer field, chatting and laughing with Min Yoongi.
"He's not even looking this way, that idiot." Jeongguk muttered under his breath, balling his fists tightly on his sides. "When exactly did those two get so close?" he added, while also asking himself when exactly he started caring about such trivial matters about Taehyung.
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"No, silly. We need to submit it in two days, which is why you need to send me the file tonight so I can start working on it," Taehyung said, referring to the homework he and Yoongi must complete for one of their classes.
"Tch, you're so uptight. We can finish that in a few hours, y'know? There's really no need to rush," Yoongi remarked, rolling his eyes at Taehyung, as if he didn't already know how serious Taehyung is about his education.
"You can do it in a few hours, but not me. I have a shitload of other things to work on, hyung, including finding a new part-time job. That other dude working with me at the convenience store has been getting on my nerves lately, so I need to get a new job if I want to keep my sanity." Taehyung sighed, now checking his phone for any new job postings near their university.
"If you needed a new job, why did you reject that guy's offer? Who was it again—that famous model-guy, Kim Seokjin, from the theater club? If I remember correctly, he was quite eager about scouting you to join their company. Why don't you try it, and see if it pays well. Next thing you know, your face is already on a magazine cover." Yoongi shrugs, clicking away on his phone, and then he shows Taehyung one of Kim Seokjin's sns photos, where he's posed for a rather well-known fashion magazine. "See? Just like this guy, right here," Yoongi added as he and Taehyung halted their steps so Taehyung could properly see the photos.
"Wow, I had no idea that guy was—well, he's basically a celebrity," Taehyung said, letting out another deep sigh. "I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of life, hyung. Looks troublesome—huh?" Taehyung tensed, unable to complete his sentence, as he felt a familiar weight thrown over his shoulders, causing him to slightly shudder. It was Jeongguk.
"Yeah. I agree. Y'see—hyung, Tae never really liked being the center of attention," Jeongguk said, laying his chin on Taehyung's shoulder as he dropped his arms and wrapped them around Taehyung's waist, basically hugging him from behind, while looking Yoongi straight in the eyes. "Are you two going somewhere?" He asked in a tone that was a bit lower than usual.
"Not really—"
"Yes, we are." Taehyung said, interrupting Yoongi from answering Jeongguk. "We're just on our way to the library, actually. Sorry, Guk. I can't play with you today. Me and Yoongi hyung need to work on a project for one of our subjects." Taehyung continued as he gently removed Jeongguk's arm off of him and stepped away.
An awkward silence then ensued, with Taehyung staring at Jeongguk and Jeongguk staring at Taehyung, while Yoongi stood in the middle, confused as to how he should react in this situation.
"C'mon, we always play after class; you're not seriously ditching me just for some school project, are you?" Jeongguk asked, feigning a chuckle, hoping Taehyung would take what he had just said back. He did not.
"I'm really sorry, Guk. This is pretty urgent. I'll make it up to you next time, yeah?" Taehyung said as he lightly tugged on the sleeves of Yoongi's jacket, silently implying that they should be on their way. "Let's go, hyung," Taehyung said as he took Yoongi's arm, glanced at Jeongguk one last time, and then walked away without looking back.
"The library isn't even that way, dummy," Jeongguk murmured to himself, feeling a dull pain in his chest. How strange.
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"So, why did you lie to him?" Yoongi said as he and Taehyung walked out of the university gates.
"Why didn't you tell on me then?" Taehyung replied, taking a lungful of air as he crouched down on the floor, hugging his knees, which had suddenly felt weak. "Fuck... That was the first time I ever turned down that idiot," he said, now clutching his stomach, which even he thinks is a bit over dramatic, but right now he feels like he's really about to get sick.
"Never expected you to be such a pushover, thought you'd be more like a cool guy, y'know?" Yoongi said, eyeing Taehyung who's still down on the ground.
"Cool guy, my ass. Who even said I was one?" Taehyung chuckled bitterly, turning towards Yoongi, and as he looked up, he saw the latter's hand reaching out to him.
"I don't know, you just give off that vibe, I guess? Tall, pretty boy, dresses well, plays soccer, doesn't talk much—has a bad habit of turning down every girl who confesses to him? I don't know about you, but that sounds like an annoyingly cool guy to me?" Yoongi said, taking Taehyung's hand and pulling him up. "Either that, or maybe you're just—"
"Shut it, hyung." Taehyung said, interrupting what Yoongi was about to say.
"Tch, why? I was just going to say that maybe you're like me?" Yoongi winked, grinning, as Taehyung continued to stare at him curiously, his eyes widening as he started to realize what Yoongi meant.
"I—"
"So it's true? Hahahaha! C'mon, don't look at me like that! I just know one when I see one, okay?" Yoongi laughed when he noticed Taehyung's reddening cheeks reaching all the way up to his ears as the latter turned his gaze away from him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, hyung," Taehyung mumbled, still unable to look Yoongi in the eyes, flinching when the latter flung an arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Of course you don't." Yoongi chuckled. "Hey, we're far from the library now, aren't we? You're about to quit your job anyway, say, why don't you just have a drink with hyung today?" Yoongi said, dragging Taehyung with him without giving him a chance to say anything.
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'That stupid, stupid fucker!' Jeongguk grunted as he landed a series of solid punches onto the sandbag here in his local gym. He's so upset right now that if he could just strap Taehyung's face onto the sandbag and punch it, he might actually do it. 'If he didn't want to play with me, then he could've just said so. As if I'm dying to spend time with him. Who does he think he is?' He hissed as he continued to swing his fists.
"Aww... You're a bit more intense today; what's gotten into you, man?" Namjoon, a neighbor who goes to the same gym as Jeongguk, asked upon noticing that Jeongguk is probably seconds away from breaking the sandbag.
"Ugh! I'm so fucking pissed, hyung!" Jeongguk snarled, delivering one more hard punch on the bag before turning away and tossing his boxing gloves to the ground.
"Uh? Can I ask you why?" Namjoon inquires, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck since this is actually the first time he has ever seen Jeongguk so agitated.
"Look, I have this friend, alright? We have some sort of routine when we play soccer together every day after class. I kinda fucked up two weeks ago; I did something really embarrassing, and—wait, that's not what this is about. What I'm trying to say is that he ditched me. For the first time in maybe over a decade. He ditched me, he lied to me, and he picked another rambo instead of me." Jeongguk huffed, plopping himself down on the rubber mat.
"Rambo? Like a tough looking guy?" Namjoon asked, confused.
"Tough? That guy? Oh no, dude looks like he would faint after just one punch, you know in the face? Just one solid punch—shit." Jeongguk paused, realizing that he shouldn't even be directing his anger to Taehyung into Min Yoongi, since it is most likely that Yoongi doesn't know anything, and Taehyung just used him to get away from him, which is fucked up, and that is the very reason Jeongguk is so mad right now.
He should be mad at Taehyung not Yoongi.
He's friends with Yoongi—sort of?
Yoongi is a nice guy—he is a nice guy—but he is probably still with Taehyung right now, which just pisses Jeongguk off so much.
"We hardly have enough time together since our exams are coming up. We used to hang out every day, y'know, playing soccer, having dinner, walking home together? He's never lied to me before. He's never ditched before... Now, it's been hours, but he hasn't even called or texted me to apologize, even though I'm sure he knows he fucked up—what he did was fucked up... He should say sorry. He should—"
"Dude, are you sure you're still talking about your friend? I mean, from what it sounds like to me, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend who's missing his girlfriend so badly. Hahahaha—ha-ha-ha. Sorry." Namjoon laughed, only to swallow it down when he noticed how serious Jeongguk is right now.
"Oh, Jeonggukkie has a girlfriend? Who is it? Do we know her? Is she pretty?" Jimin, who is also a regular at their gym, asked, overhearing some of Namjoon and Jeongguk's conversation.
Girlfriend?
Pretty?
Who?
Taehyung? Well, Taehyung is really pretty—a pretty bad liar, that is.
Jealous?
Who?
'Me? Jealous? Of who? Hell no.' Jeongguk is mentally having a crisis right now, hearing Namjoon and Jimin's words echoing repeatedly inside his head and thinking of how their thoughtless questions are strangely starting to make sense based on his own reactions.
'Am I jealous? Is that why I'm mad? Nah, I'm pretty sure I'm just annoyed since that fucker made me wait in the field under the sun only to ditch me afterwards. Yeah... That's probably it. Why would I even be jealous? That's just weird, isn't it?' Jeongguk thinks, convincing himself more that he isn't feeling anything—more, towards Taehyung—because he can't. He shouldn't.
"Whatever. I'm leaving hyung... And just to be clear, I don't have a girlfriend, and I am absolutely not jealous." Jeongguk asserts as he gets up, heading towards the shower room.
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"You know I can't eat anything that's too spicy, don't you? His mom once made us kimchi fried rice, which was so spicy that I couldn't even smell it without tearing up. That guy—he ate the whole pot, just so auntie wouldn't have the chance to make me eat it! Hahahaha! Dude was sobbing with snot all over his nose, and then he was screaming in the toilet for like an hour, it was hilarious! And then, and then, there was this one time when—"
"Alright, alright, I get it. Jeon Jeongguk is the funniest, sweetest, dumbest, most talented, and adorable person you've ever met. Dude is way up on your list; no wonder you're still single." Yoongi sighed, rolling his eyes at Taehyung, who's just giggling all drunk, still not done talking about Jeongguk, even after all the bottles of soju that they've drank, here in a pub just around Itaewon.
"Oh, it's not because of him, alright?" Taehyung said as the smile on his face slowly faded. "I-I am the strange one. He's fine, y'know? He's had a lot of girlfriends before. He—he's normal." Taehyung added as he leaned down, resting his face down on the table.
"And what about you? You don't think you're normal?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow at Taehyung as he drank another shot of soju. "What does being normal even mean? You're just you; that's all there is to it," he said, leading Taehyung to chuckle bitterly.
"Is that so? I'm not sure about that, hyung. Some, if not most, people, when confronted with something that's just a tad different than what they're used to, they call it weird; they call it wrong; they call it disgusting," Taehyung said, staring blankly into space before lightly banging his forehead against the table.
"Oh? How different are you then?" Yoongi asked, catching Taehyung's forehead and tilting his face to the side, before he leaned down, his face hovering just around a few inches above Taehyung.
"Do I really need to say it? I thought you already had an idea?" Taehyung replied, glancing at Yoongi through his lashes.
"I do. I kinda just wanna hear it from you." Yoongi drawled as he gently grabbed a hold of Taehyung's chin, lifting the latter's face up towards him. "Or if you're still not sure, why don't you try it with me? Maybe you'll realize you're not as different as you think," Yoongi added, smirking as he dropped his gaze down to Taehyung's lips—and then he burst out laughing when Taehyung immediately covered his mouth, turning away from him like he's caught some sort of contagious disease. "Hey! That's rude, y'know?" Yoongi chuckled as he let go of Taehyung.
"You scared me, hyung... I-I didn't know that you—"
"I was just messing with you, sorry." Yoongi said, smiling for real this time as Taehyung faced him again. "But do you get what I mean? If you think you're different, then I'm the same—and there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with us," Yoongi added, softly ruffling Taehyung's hair. Taehyung's face lit up at that—but only for a moment, and then he frowned again, sheepishly averting Yoongi's gaze.
"That guy, Jeongguk, he said it's weird. He said what I did was weird; how I felt was weird—and so he probably thinks I am weird," Taehyung said, pouting as he sat back in his chair, head down, now staring at the floor.
"Really? I say he's a hypocrite," Yoongi mumbled as he poured Taehyung another shot of soju. "We don't have any morning classes tomorrow, do we? Let's drink some more, yeah?" Yoongi said, also pouring another shot of soju for himself.
"Hyung, you're not trying to get me drunk, are you?" Taehyung quips, his lips twisting up into a playful grin.
"Don't be too full of yourself, kid; I like your face—I think you're pretty—but I'm not really someone who'll resort to such dirty tactics, especially after being rejected once already," Yoongi smirked, clunking his shot glass with Taehyung before they both downed their shots.
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"..when we're six, his mom had a pet goldfish, and I kinda asked him if it's safe to eat—don't know why I did that, I was also six, but... Do you know what that idiot did? Hahahaha! He—he grabbed the damn goldfish from their mini aquarium and stuffed the poor thing in his mouth, and then he spat it out, told me 'No, I don't think it's safe to eat, Tae-tae.' Hahahaha! Can you believe it? He's really out there putting just about anything in his mouth! Oh! Oh! Like two weeks ago, we were playing soccer, right? And he—" Taehyung's drunken ramblings came to an end when he remembered what happened 'that' day at the soccer field—that one dumb move courtesy of Jeon Jeongguk, which basically caused things to be this messy between them. "Stupid. Jeon Jeongguk, you're so fucking stupid! Ugh!" Taehyung grumbled, fumbling as he grabbed the half-empty bottle of soju on the table, meaning to guzzle it all, only to have Yoongi take it away from him.
"Okay, that's enough. I think we should call it a night." Yoongi said, since he's now quite drunk as well.
"Eh? But I wanna drink more, hyung! Let's drink more okay? More, more—"
"Nope. I've had and heard enough of Jeon Jeongguk already, kid. Feel like I saw the dude grow up. *sigh* Anyway, let's go? I'd walk you home if I could, but as you can see, I'm pretty buzzed as well. Wanna crash at my place?" Yoongi asked as he pulled out some crumpled cash from his pocket to pay their tab.
"Mhm... D'you have an extra bed? I can't sleep on the couch, hyung... What's your shampoo? Do you have lotion? How about extra pillows? I need four, or at least three—ah, hyung, I feel funny..."
"That's it. Give me your phone. My head is killing me already." Yoongi sighed, grabbing Taehyung's phone that was on their table—then he dialed a certain someone's phone number.
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Jeongguk is now at home, in his room, and has been glued to his phone for a little over three hours.
"Tch. So that's how it's gonna be, huh? You really won't call me? Fine. I won't call you either. In fact, even if you call me now, I won't answer. That's right! I won't ever answer until you get on your knees to apologize, d'you hear me?! You fucking liar, loser, liar—"
*Ring... Ring...*
Jeongguk's phone then rang.
It was Taehyung—and Jeongguk had never answered a phone call so quickly before. 'Fuck... How embarrassing,' Jeongguk thinks as he massages the bridge of his nose. "Hello," he said, trying to sound as gloomy and cold as possible.
"Yo, Jeongguk. It's me, Min Yoongi, uhm… About Taehyung, he—"
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"Where is he?!" Jeongguk screamed, gasping out of breath as he barged inside the pub where Yoongi said he and Taehyung were.
"Hoh? Did you run all the way here—" Yoongi paused, deciding not to make fun of Jeongguk any more after noticing the latter's current state: down in his pink bear and bunnies pajamas, toes red, and wearing nothing but his indoor slippers in this cold evening. "Nevermind, here—take him. My thighs are getting numb now." Yoongi says, leaning back so Jeongguk will be able to see Taehyung, who is now passed out with his head resting on Yoongi's lap.
Jeongguk then quietly grabbed Taehyung in his arms and effortlessly carried him on his back. He didn't say anything after that, and the thing is, he doesn't really need to, given that just the expression on his face is enough for Yoongi to know that he isn't happy to see Taehyung in such a condition.
"Sorry, by the way. We kinda—"
"Next time, don't let him drink this much," Jeongguk grumbled, his eyes dark and sharp. Oh, Yoongi wanted to laugh, but he held himself back. Seriously, Yoongi just couldn't believe how dense and stupid these two are, since even a stranger like him can already sense what's up.
"Yeah, sure," Yoongi replied, grinning and shaking his head, while Jeongguk just glared at him before turning away.
"Ah, you better sort it out now, you two love-sick fools." Yoongi laughed as he took one last shot of soju.
***
Fortunately, the bar is only a few streets away from Taehyung's dorm, and because Jeongguk knows Taehyung's door passcode, he was able to let them in without trouble.
"Nngh... Shit. I think I'm gonna hurl." Taehyung groaned, falling limp in Jeongguk's arms like a dehydrated vegetable.
"Hold it. I know." Jeongguk said—and it's true. He's seen Taehyung be drunk way too many times already, so he already knows all of the latter's drunken habits, including the nasty ones.
After one bottle of soju, Taehyung's face will turn red.
Two bottles, he'll start talking nonsense.
Two and a half bottles, he'll start laughing all by himself.
Three bottles, he'll start pounding his head on the table.
Three bottles and six shots, he'll start saying and repeating that he's feeling funny.
Four bottles, if he hasn't passed out already, he'll stop drinking, and then after around an hour, he'll start throwing up like he's auditioning for the exorcism movie.
*sigh* "Take your shoes off, dummy," Jeongguk said, dropping down on his knees while still supporting Taehyung by the waist as he helped him out of his sneakers. After he got them off, Jeongguk then led Taehyung to the washroom, letting him slump on the floor, hugging the toilet bowl.
*Bleergh!—*
After about two minutes of Taehyung roaring like a constipated dinosaur and swearing that he wouldn't ever drink alcohol again, Jeongguk lifted him up, set him on the sink, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. It sounds like a lot of work, but then again, Jeongguk is already used to it, so it doesn't really bother him.
"Tsk, look at you. You're a mess," Jeongguk muttered as he stood in between Taehyung's parted legs, brushing the drunk's damp hair up and gently patting moisturizer on his flushed face.
"Oh, isn't it Jeonggukkie?" Taehyung murmured, grinning all stupid, dazed, and drunk as he swung his arms over Jeongguk's shoulders. "You're always so kind to me. You're so sweet, my Jeonggukkie."
"Shut up. I'm still mad at you—lift your arms." Jeongguk instructed as he raised the hem of Taehyung's soaked shirt up.
"You're mad at me? Why?" Taehyung said, pouting while innocently tilting his head to the side, and—and he looks fucking adorable, Jeongguk just wants to squish him tight in his arms—but he won't. He's petty and upset, so he won't just let Taehyung charm his way out of this.
He's upset, yes—but what was the reason again?
Was it because Taehyung lied and skipped their daily soccer match?
Was it because Taehyung went out drinking with Min Yoongi after telling him they had an 'urgent' project to do at the library?
Or maybe he's upset because he still answered Taehyung's call on the first ring after swearing to himself that he wouldn't.
He still ran out in nothing but his pajamas and indoor slippers like an absolute lunatic the moment he heard Yoongi say that Taehyung was drunk and unable to go home by himself anymore.
And he is still here, fighting the urge to smile just because Taehyung looks so damn adorable—and half naked—sitting on the sink in front of him, and there's not much space in between their bodies.
Ah, suddenly, Jeongguk can't breathe.
"Come—come on, dummy, let's get you to bed." Jeongguk stuttered, mustering all of his remaining self-control just to look away from Taehyung—and Taehyung's cute, and erect, and pink nipples.
"But you said you're mad at me. Why the hell are you even mad at me? Ugh, this is so not fair." Taehyung said, clearly sulking.
"Fair?" Jeongguk scoffed. "What do you even know about being fair? Didn't you just lie to me and ditch me—then you went out and got drunk with that-.."
"Yeah, yeah. I did that. But you—two weeks ago." Taehyung paused as he dropped one of his heavy arms from Jeongguk's shoulder and spread his palm over his naked chest, which immediately caught Jeongguk's full attention, provoking the latter to stupidly stare at his nipple, which was caught in between the gap of his middle and index fingers. "Out of the blue... You—you... Shit, you're so fucking stupid, y'know?" Taehyung said, his words slurred, his head slightly lolling back and forth.
**'You see, I can still feel your lips and your tongue on my nipple; I can still remember how you hummed all satisfied when you sucked it desperately—passionately. How about you? Do you still remember how I taste—how you've made my nipple so hard and swollen after biting it hard in between your teeth? Say, did you notice? After that day, I stopped wearing tight-fitting shirts. Aren't you curious whether it has anything to do with what you did to me? Didn't you want to know if sucking on my chest had caused me to become more sensitive?'**
Shit.
Jeongguk had to literally smack his own face hard when his mind strayed off to the damn dirty dream he had of Taehyung just this morning.
"I know... I'm so fucking stupid—happy now?" Jeongguk said, heaving out a lungful of air before he grabbed Taehyung by the waist and carried him all the way back to the room and threw him down on the bed, his face red, feeling his heart hammering inside his chest as he stared down at Taehyung, who's now lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
'Ah, this shithead's driving me crazy.' Jeongguk thinks, finding himself unable to look away from Taehyung.
Taehyung then tilted his head down, staring back at Jeongguk through his long, thick lashes; his cheeks were still flushed, his messy hair framing his ineffably small and stupid—and pretty—face; and his hands were now cupping his own chest, long and delicate fingers lightly brushing against his nipples.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Oi... What the hell do you still want from me?" Jeongguk said, unaware that he just voiced his thoughts out loud. Well, he doesn't really have enough strength left to worry about that—not now when it's already taking everything in him just to remain standing here and not pounce on Taehyung, who's still staring at him, looking like he went straight out of Jeongguk's most recent wet dream.
'I need to leave. Now. I need to leave. I should leave. Fuck. Just fucking move already. Walk away. Lock the door. Go home. Go home. I need to go home.' Jeongguk chants inside his head, and yet his body just refuses to listen.
"Hey..." Taehyung said, his raspy and deep voice sending shivers up Jeongguk's spine and causing his pants to suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.
"W-what?" Jeongguk asked, breathing heavily, for the more he stares at Taehyung, the more difficult it is for him to restrain himself, and that alone is enough to make him feel like he's finished an hour-long workout in the gym.
'Leave. I should leave. I should—'
"Did you suck on them too—your ex-lover's nipples?" Taehyung whispered, and just like that, Jeongguk felt something snap inside his head.
He is now pinning Taehyung down on the bed.
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