Chapter Text
The sun is almost up. Jeongguk could see the colors starting to paint the sky, hues of oranges and pinks and reds replaces the darker ones, the sad but strangely beautiful blues and blacks and dark purples.
The sun is starting to peek at the horizon. Everyone was already asleep.
It was inevitable, sleeping. The excitement of staying up has long since left all of them, for their schedules are too tight and too tiring that anywhere was alright, even hard, springy sofas and car seats that bounces with the bumps of the road, just so they could steal minutes, or even seconds of sleep.
Jeongguk is the same. He takes every opportunity just so he could catch up on his sleep. But there are nights like these, wherein the lights are too bright, his bed is too soft, Namjoon’s snores are too loud, that he can’t get a wink of sleep. Instead, he thinks. He thinks of unhealthy thoughts: insecurities, doubts, failures, thoughts that he absolutely doesn’t want to think at the crack of dawn.
His hands are clasped above his stomach, fingers unconsciously tapping at a phantom beat. He doesn’t bother looking at the window beside him, he knows that it’s almost time to get up.
Jeongguk sighs. He unclasped his hands and reached out blindly around his bed for his phone, which he should probably charge, since he knows he’s running on empty and today will be another long day, there’ll be a lot of car rides, standbys, and there’ll be nothing to do besides sleeping; but the socket’s far, and his charger’s nowhere to be found so he doesn’t. Anyway, Jimin will let him borrow his phone if Jeongguk sucks up to him a little bit. He always does.
So there he was, opening apps aimlessly before closing them again.
It wasn’t long before he locked the phone again and placed it beside him. He closed his eyes, forced the thoughts out from his head, and started to regulate his breathing into slow, deep ones, hoping that sleep would finally pull him down.
It’s working, kind of, because he could feel his body relaxing, and soon enough, he found himself at the weird, liminal state of unconsciousness and consciousness, at the outskirts of REM sleep. Finally, he thought, just before the tendrils of sleep completely pulled—
Ping!
His eyes snapped open, alert, the sleep ripped out of his eyes.
After the initial shock of waking up yet again, irritation replaced everything else in his head. He knows that it could be his mom remembering him, because his mom had always been an early riser, but damn could she wait for like, two more hours?
Even with all these thoughts, he still unlocked his phone, thumbing in the eight-letter password (“ziontoppa”, no, shut up, Namjoon was the one who set that) automatically and clicked the all too familiar icon of Kakao Talk.
And the name on the top of the list was no other than Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung.
5:43 | tae hyung
Hi kukkieee~~!!!
Jeongguk wonders why he isn’t surprised.
He could just ignore him and have another attempt at catching that—Jeongguk looks at the time—hour or so of sleep, but his curiousness was stronger: how did Taehyung know he was awake?
So he types just that, his thumbs slowly typing the words.
5:45 | jjangguk
how do u know im awake
The message popped up at his window about fifteen seconds after Jeongguk sent his reply. It made that high, crisp ping! notification that was just too loud against the deathly quiet room.
5:45 | tae hyung
Are you kidding????? I could hear you thinking frm here!!!!!!
5:46 | tae hyung
Stop thinking so much, maknae~~ that’s not healthy for you
Jeongguk faltered a little bit, there was nothing he could reply to that. So he opted to change the topic.
5:47 | jjangguk
y r u even awake hyung
…a little bit defensive for his taste but okay, anyway, he wouldn’t be able to take it back.
5:48 | tae hyung
I’m bored!! !
5:48 | tae hyung
What should I do???
As if Jeongguk would know. Agh, what the hell.
He was still irritated, and the urge to type out disrespectful things are straining against his will. He just told himself that he should be used to this by now, that by now, he should might as well expect these kind of spontaneous shit from Taehyung.
5:49 | jjangguk
ydont u just sleep hyung
After that, Taehyung didn’t reply for a while, long enough that Jeongguk was starting to think that he’s fallen asleep, which was oddly disappointing, considering that they only have about thirty to forty minutes left to sleep, and if Taehyung sleeps now, he’d just be more drowsy if he wakes up.
5:53 | tae hyung
Tried!!! Can’t!!
5:54 | tae hyung
Besides it’s kind of too late, right?
5:54 | tae hyung
To sleep?
5:55 | jjangguk
yeah kind of
5:56 | jjangguk
wht do u want me to do then?
After that, Taehyung didn’t reply immediately again. Jeongguk knows he should be happy, because normally, he doesn’t like texting; he viewed it as something that requires too much effort and thinking. That’s the reason why he liked reading webtoons and watching anime instead, so he could ignore the people trying to engage a conversation with him. He’s not being rude, he just… doesn't like texting much. He should be happy, but strangely, he wasn’t, and he couldn’t rack up reasons why.
6:00 | tae hyung
Hmm
6:00 | tae hyung
…
6:00 | tae hyung
What are you wearing?
Jeongguk’s fingers froze. Taehyung had always been a little bit weird, but what.
So he stared at the message, reread and reread until he could find an answer and typed it out carefully, hesitating.
6:02 | jjangguk
what are you playing at hyung ?
6:03 | tae hyung
Nothing hahaha
Jeongguk frowned a little bit.
6:05 | jjangguk
uh ok then
6:05 | jjangguk
pajamas and a shitr?
Taehyung’s seen it, but there was no reply for a while. Jeongguk sat up properly with his back on the headboard, biting his lower-lip unconsciously. He released a breath and then grimaced at his spoilt breath.
6:08 | tae hyung
Wow kukkie!!!! So srxy!!!
6:08 | tae hyung
Sexy*
Was that sarcasm? So what if he wears pink pajamas to bed? He typed his reply furiously.
6:09 | jjangguk
well wht di u expect me 2 wear
Strangely, he didn’t have to wait long for Taehyung’s reply.
6:09 | tae hyung
Well.
6:09 | tae hyung
Nothing ~_^
Ugh. Jeongguk should’ve expected as much.
6:10 | jjangguk
-_-
After that, Taehyung didn’t reply. Normally, Jeongguk wouldn’t care; he’d be relieved that the conversation is finally over—but he’s deviating from what he’s used to a lot tonight and anyway his hopes of catching even just half an hour of sleep’s already crushed because of Taehyung’s first message, so before he could think about it, he typed a message and sent it.
6:11 | jjangguk
wbu hyung
“Shit,” he murmured after a moment of contemplation, realizing how awkward it sounded, asking a person what he wore at the ungodly hours of morning, “Shouldn’t have sent that.”
6:12 | tae hyung
???????????
6:12 | tae hyung
What about me??????????
Like he had the right to be surprised. All the more reason to go with it. If Jeongguk thought his reply was a little awkward before, now he's more determined.
6:13 | jjangguk
...
6:13 | jjangguk
wht r u wearing
6:13 | jjangguk
?
6:14 | tae hyung
Oh.
6:15 | tae hyung
Um, Jiminie’s grey wool-ish sweater. And sweats.
He was about to reply, already typing out a question that asks if Taehyung weren’t hot or something, because he knew what sweater Taehyung’s talking about, and Jimin’s grey sweater was thick and not an article of clothing to sleep in at all, and it’s considerably hot tonight—
6:16 | tae hyung
Want me to take them off for you
6:16 | tae hyung
?
“What.”
It suddenly felt like he was wearing Jimin’s grey sweater. He peeked at the temperature their room was in. 18 degrees. Namjoon liked their room cold; Jeongguk liked their room cold, so the heat suddenly surging to his face was unwelcome. And weird.
Jeongguk swallowed, unsure of what he’s typing anymore.
6:18 | jjangguk
youd do that ?
6:19 | tae hyung
Maybe
6:20 | tae hyung
For you, I will.
Jeongguk could feel heat spark up throughout his body, felt the blood running to his cheeks and his palms getting sweaty. No matter how hard he thinks, he can’t come out with a reply, the only thoughts coming up on his head were jumbled thoughts that sum up to what are we doing?
6:26 | tae hyung
Are you still awake? ¿
6:27 | tae hyung
Don’t leave me hanging~~
There was a knock on the door, and accompanying it, a muffled: “Namjoon-ah, wake up.”
Seokjin-hyung. Jeongguk breathed a sigh and grumbled, “Yeah, I’ll wake him up.”
“Jeonggukie? You’re already awake?” Seokjin asked, the surprise cracking his morning voice.
“Yeah, g’morning,” Jeongguk grunted when Seokjin opened the door to peek.
Seokjin frowned, “Did you even sleep?”
Jeongguk shrugged and moved to stand up, “Dibs on the shower in the kitchen.”
Jeongguk arrived first on the van so he sat at the corner seat at the back, his eyes so heavy even though he showered with the coldest water he could endure to rid of the tiredness (and something else, something he wouldn’t dare think about).
“Jeongguk-ah, good morning.”
Of course, only Taehyung would greet him good morning in Japanese while they’re in Korea.
Taehyung looked like, well, he looked like he just woke up and had a good night’s sleep despite Jeongguk knowing otherwise (or does he? Did that really happen or was he just dreaming?). His eyes were still half-closed and he was ruffling his messy damp hair as he sat on the seat in front of Jeongguk.
“Good morning,” Jeongguk replied carefully that it went up at the end, making it seem like a question.
“Long day today. A shoot and a fan sign, right?” Taehyung said, yawning and stretching his arms out, “It’s a long way to Jeolla-do. You better get some sleep, or ARMY will see how big your eye bags are getting.”
Before Jeongguk could reply and say “fuck you hyung this is your fault” or “what about you, hyung?” or something close to those, Seokjin came in. “Taehyungie! Saitama One Punch Man’s new season premieres today!”
So Jeongguk just rested his head on the window with a huff, closed his eyes and drowned out the two’s overexcited voices. He might as well take that advice and sleep.
*~~*
A week later, everything’s back to normal. For one, they started to practice the unbelievably harder choreography for the next comeback and on top of that, there still are schedules, fanmeets, and he still has three choruses from different songs to record. Everyone has no time to even talk; instead, they take little naps on breaks to make up for lost time and conserve energy for the still long, long days ahead.
It’s come to the point that Jeongguk falls asleep under their dining table again because of exhaustion.
It doesn’t mean, however, that he had forgotten. It still bothers him sometimes, on the times that his eyes drift to the direction where Taehyung is, sweating and out of breath. When they eat and then Taehyung suddenly leans close to tell him a rude joke about someone or something, close enough that he could smell the spices of the bibimbap he’s eating.
And, no, he’s not so innocent anymore that he didn’t know what sexting (the start of it at least) is when he experiences it. He wonders just how Taehyung could act so… normal like it didn’t happen a week ago.
So Jeongguk decides to forget. It’s not that hard, since Taehyung could do it with no problem at all and there is a lot (a lot) to do, lots of things he could distract himself with, like now, he’s watching Parasyte on the way home, earbuds stashed firmly at either sides of his ears in an attempt to non-verbally communicate to the others not to disturb him. It seems effective; mainly because half of them are snoring their hearts out and the others are scrolling through their phone or just watching the street lights whoosh by outside the window.
That is, until the video lagged for a microsecond and vibrated on his hand; someone chatted him.
Jeongguk didn’t know if he should be pissed off by the fact that he forgot to turn off his mobile data, which will result to a higher bill (that by the way, will be paid by him, with his own money, from now on because his parents decided he’s already old enough and makes enough money to do so), or at the person who couldn’t wait to message him just a little bit later (see: never).
He opened the message after much contemplation, yawning as the obnoxiously bright and yellow logo of Kakao Talk flashes against his eyes. His yawn stopped as he read the message.
22:31 | tae hyung
wHat are you wearing? ;)
It took all of his will not to turn his head around to where he knows Taehyung was sitting. He scrolled up, making sure that he wasn’t looking at the conversation they had last week. And when he found out that it wasn’t, he frowned, thinking of a something funny to reply. When he came up with none, concluding that replying “the latest victoria’s secret’s fantasy bra” would be useless and not witty, he types out a short response instead; what he’s really wearing.
22:32 | jjangguk
a white shirt and leather pants :)
22:33 | tae hyung
Mm.
22:33 | tae hyung
You looked spectacular in those pants.
22:34 | jjangguk
yeah?
He knew that his reply was clipped and awkward, even for him. He never takes compliments well, much more a compliment that he knew was slightly, a little bit sexual even if it was a joke (or is it? He honestly doesn’t know anymore).
22:34 | tae hyung
Would love to rip them off of you ;)
He knows this is how their conversation will turn out after a while, Jeongguk’s unsurprised, after all, they play romantic skits spontaneously; but somehow, it felt like Taehyung is straddling at the line between a joke and being serious. Jeongguk’s a little bit unsure, so he took the easy way out.
22:36 | jjangguk
yeah?
22:37 | tae hyung
Yeah.
22:37 | tae hyung
Would suck your pretty cock for you.
He didn’t realize his phone was on the floor until he heard a snicker from behind him. Taehyung’s, no doubt. He bent to pick it up, dusting it and unlocking it again just to stare at the message again and again, a lot of unexpected thoughts flooding through his mind (holy shit motherfucker what the fuck is happening right now).
But somehow, somehow, the twisted thought that this is just a game to rile him up snaked through his head, and all thoughts are replaced with a single thought:
I can’t lose.
22:39 | jjangguk
mm yeah. id like that
22:39 | jjangguk
betyoud be so good
22:40 | jjangguk
ur mouth so pretty around my cock
22:42 | tae hyung
You bet I will. ;)
22:43 | tae hyung
Will take you in deep until I choke x
Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath that he hopes Taehyung didn’t hear.
The sound of the hand break being pulled up makes Jeongguk look up. They arrived at their dorm.
He sneaked a glance to Taehyung when Jimin beside him slid the door open and got down, laughed uneasily and weakly said, “You win, hyung.” And Taehyung replied with a laugh as strained as his. It sent heat spreading throughout Jeongguk’s body, one that’s a little bit familiar.
Only then did he realize how his head was spinning and how tight and strained his pants were, but he ignored it, resolving that he will win next time.
*~~*
And so, after that, they never stopped playing their little game—during standby, car rides, and dance practice breaks. It came to the point where Namjoon starts to not-so-patiently scold them to put their phones away during rehearsals because “we have rules Jeongguk and Taehyung. What’s so important that you keep bringing those out?” and both of them just smile sheepishly or mumble out a “nothing, sorry,” their cheeks a little bit redder than before.
It even took over his usual anime and webtoons, though those are much, much more comfortable when he’s wearing shiny, tight leather pants for a broadcast but the satisfaction he gets when Taehyung glances at him with a blank face that says “wtf Jeongguk” when he thinks Jeongguk isn’t looking is suuuuper worth it.
Right now was one of those moments. They were in their waiting room at The Show. The managers probably made a mistake, because they were there three hours earlier than they should be. Namjoon was talking to them earlier, and he reported to the rest of them that yes, the managers really did make a mistake, and that the missed schedule will be rescheduled tomorrow before they leave for Japan for their Japanese version music video shooting. In fact, Jeongguk almost missed the announcement if it weren’t for Taehyung stopping their (coughs) sexting for a moment to send a dozen or more of exasperated emojis and a message that says ‘but i don’t want to wake up early tomorrow’.
To which, of course, Jeongguk replied, ‘no time for me to fuck u then :(’.
Days ago, Jeongguk would’ve cringed at that reply. He wouldn’t have thought he’d even do sexting; even more so with a guy. Once upon a time, Jeongguk thought he was straight as a stick. But well, not even rulers are completely straight these days.
15:45 | tae hyung
But I wanted to fuck you
15:46 | jjangguk
no baby boy
15:46 | jjangguk
be good and i might just let u
And yes, maybe the level of filth they’re on has reached levels higher than the sky, but seriously, with their hormones and their age and the unbelievable amount of time they’ve been deprived of sex and girls (or boys), who would they count on except for themselves? It might be awkward, but what are friends for, right? Besides, Jeongguk did say he has to win and rile Taehyung up. It won’t hurt that he wants to do it a lot of times, would it?
They went on, ignoring the fact that everyone else is right fucking there and one glance a second too long at their phones would give them away and ruin Jeongguk’s life forever—but whatever, yo fucking lo and all that shit.
15 :48 | tae hyung
Doesn’t matter
15:48 | tae hyung
Love the feeling of your big cock inside me anyway ;)
It’s like they already did it with the way they talk. But Jeongguk does wonder sometimes how something up his ass would feel. Not that he’d like to have sex with Taehyung, nope.
15:50 | jjangguk
butsrsly, wont that hurt like a lot ?
He dares a glance at Taehyung at the other side of the room. Taehyung’s eyebrows were knitted, his fingers hovering over the screen.
15:52 | tae hyung
You’re such a virgin kukkie~~
15:53 | tae hyung
But yeah, it might hurt a bit.
(Wait, does that mean Taehyung already did it???)
15:53 | tae hyung
I’ll take care of you though, dw
15:55 | jjangguk
okhynug
Okay so maybe it’s already more than just a game, but so what? He’s having fun, isn’t he?
*~~*
Jeongguk never thought he’d say this, especially now that he has an active idol life and is very busy, but he’s bored.
Bighit gave them a week (one whole week) break to celebrate Christmas and to go home to their families for once, and they better come back replenished because the next year will be a busy one, and a holiday like this would be more or less impossible. Everyone packed their bags and left before Jeongguk could even say goodbye.
He went home too with Jimin, who was literally bouncing all over the place with his excitement, constantly smiling at Jeongguk and saying “we’re finally going home, kukkie!” and dragging him even though he could walk just fine by himself.
Now, three days later, Jeongguk never would’ve thought he’d be bored.
Of course he missed his family; the past two days were spent catching up with them and Jeongguk couldn’t be much happier but now he’s got nothing to do. Rain was falling in sheets outside and Jeongguk’s family knows better than to go out in weather like this. Instead, they made Jeongguk lie down and relax because he’s been doing a lot for the past three years and yeah, okay, that’s sweet of them, but Jeongguk has absolutely nothing to do.
A couple of friends have messaged him already, asking him if he really did get a day-off and if so, he should come out and treat them to a Christmas dinner because they missed him so much. Jeongguk loves his friends, but he didn’t bother check the message out in full because then they would see that he’s too lazy to go out with them and think he’s an asshole (though technically he is being an asshole right now—eh, whatever).
But the members, the ones Jeongguk are missing right now the most (although he will never admit that ever) aren’t even sending messages to the group chat anymore, only pictures of themselves enjoying their vacation, Jimin and the beach (“It’s cold but it’s okay!!!!!! We should go here sometime!!!”), Seokjin smiling, and Taehyung with his small cousins, smiling and happy and not missing Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s contemplated sending a message to Taehyung first, but his (humongous) pride got in the way. Now he’s just setting a volleyball while lying down, vaguely remembering that he did this last year too, at the dorm, on the days he was watching Haikyuu. He remembers Taehyung coaxing him to buy a volleyball, so that they could practice and be good together. Jeongguk didn’t know why he really did. There was no time to practice volleyball at all.
But before Jeongguk could grumble even more, a ping! sounded from his phone.
It was embarrassing how fast Jeongguk whipped up his phone and unlocked it to check who messaged.
Ah, as expected, Taehyung. Of course he won’t be able to resist texting Jeongguk at a time like this. Jeongguk’s expected as much.
19:44 | tae hyung
You miss me don’t you
Jeongguk’s face scrunched up so much he could feel crack lines forming. He’s not even joking.
19:44 | jjangguk
the fuck r u talkin bout
19:45 | jjangguk
im having so mch fun here who even r u
19:49 | tae hyung
Well, considering how fast you replied ;)
Oops. Shit. Caught.
19:50 | jjangguk
dont be delusional
19:51 | tae hyung
I miss you, you know? And this is how my pretty dongsaeng will reply to me??? :<
Jeongguk was about to reply something along the lines of Taehyung being too clingy, but before he could even type out the first letter, Taehyung beat him to it.
19:51 | tae hyung
are you alone in your room?
Ooh. It’s starting. Jeongguk rolled himself to his back so that he could type easier.
19:51 | jjangguk
yes, y? gonna do smth abt it ?
19:52 | tae hyung
i wanna try something okay?
19:53 | tae hyung
touch yourself.
Jeongguk felt his heart skip a beat. Touch himself? If he did that, this, whatever this is, would cross the line Jeongguk unconsciously set. It would make everything too real.
19:53 | jjangguk
wow haha r u that bored
When Taehyung saw the text, Jeongguk started to get a little bit nervous, what if he overthought and made things awkward instead?
19:55 | tae hyung
Do it babe
19:55 | tae hyung
If you want to, of course.
Maybe it’s the lack of Taehyung’s usual emojis or stickers because there was something about his words that made him swallow and feel like he has to obey and do it. He switched his phone to his left and glanced at the door to make sure it’s locked. A voice at the back of his mind’s whispers that this is going too far and that he shouldn’t be doing this, it’s wrong, but a louder voice overpowered it, saying that it’s been too long since he relaxed anyway, he should definitely do it, what’s life without a little bit of thrill?
19:57 | jjangguk
okay
19:57 | jjangguk
im doing it
19:58 | tae hyung
Feels good?
20:00 | jjangguk
yeah. feels nice
20:01 | tae hyung
Good boy
Those two words sent a chill down Jeongguk’s spine. He shivered at the thought of Taehyung controlling him, his good boy.
His mind wandered back to the last conversation he and Taehyung had, something about Taehyung fucking the lights out of him, teach him a lesson for being so “fucking rude.” It makes Jeongguk dizzy with both fear and anticipation and arousal, pure, white hot desire.
20:10 | tae hyung
Hyung will take care of you
20:10 | tae hyung
Finger you until you’re begging for my cock
20:10 | tae hyung
Then fuck you so good baby that you’ll be shouting my name
Jeongguk barely restrained the moan that almost came out of his mouth as he reread the message again.
He imagines Taehyung on top of him; Taehyung’s hair slapping against his forehead like the way it does when he’s dancing, his eyes closed and his mouth opened in pleasure, low, primal grunts coming out of his mouth as he thrusts into Jeongguk.
Jeongguk doesn’t know how it would feel, but it was easy to imagine how Taehyung’s hand would be curled around his cock like this while he fucked him senseless.
Jeongguk groaned, his back arching off the bed as he thumbed the head of his cock. Typing a reply isn’t sounding too appealing right now for no coherent thoughts are coming to his head.
20:14 | jjangguk
plaese hyung
By the time he sent that message, he could feel the heat pooling from below his stomach and flowing throughout his body, he increased his pace, tapping the screen of the phone to keep it from sleeping, not now, when he’s so close.
20:16 | tae hyung
come baby
20:16 | tae hyung
come with me
The thought that Taehyung was doing this too was enough to push Jeongguk over the edge. Before he knew it, he was coming, groaning Taehyung’s name, warm liquid flowing down his hands and a hazy thought that this was the best orgasm he’s had in weeks ran through his head. He typed out “shit” to let Taehyung know he’s finished, breath heaving until Taehyung replied with a thumbs up.
20:18 | tae hyung
Wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime soon ;)
Chapter 2
Summary:
In which Taehyung and Jeongguk keeps playing their dirty little game.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jeongguk guesses it’s safe to say that things didn’t change a bit after that. Miraculously, things didn’t become even slightly awkward. Jeongguk was actually afraid at first after the vacation that Taehyung won’t even talk to him anymore, but as soon as they saw each other, Taehyung smiled, rectangular box wide as ever and said, “Yah, Jeonggukie! How’s your vacay?” As if they didn’t sext (for real this time) just days ago.
As soon as they came back, there were practices for the upcoming third part of the Red Bullet, and amidst that, Jeongguk’s producing a song, another outro that he hopes will be approved for the next album and he still has to record new songs—the list of what he needs to do didn’t seem to end.
But no matter how busy, Jeongguk and Taehyung still finds time within the seemingly rarer breaks they have, standby, eating breaks, and car trips. It’s become a new thing, a level up, if Jeongguk dares call it. The knowledge that they send filthy messages until one has to go to the bathroom to seek relief. Jimin actually asked him once or twice now, what Tae and he are doing because he feels like he hasn’t talked to them for so long. Jeongguk actually gets guilty for a while, but his phone lights up with Taehyung’s reply even before he could say sorry. Jeongguk could sense the others were getting suspicious, what with both of them bringing their phones up and refusing to talk to anyone until one gets up and leaves with a half-mumbled excuse for quite a long time and the other smirks in victory.
(On one of their “sessions”, Taehyung complained on his texting style, said that it’s ugly and emotionless, so Jeongguk could say he has upgraded his texting style that even the other members cared enough to say so.)
Though when the world tour started, their thing becomes less frequent because Jeongguk’s body can’t keep up, he was falling asleep everywhere after concerts. The breaks come even rarer than before because while they’re at Thailand, he still can’t stop writing lyrics and imagining how his song will go. The deadline for his song will come soon and he doesn’t want to stay up for consecutive nights so he ought to do it in bits instead.
Jeongguk and Taehyung are roommates until tomorrow, because they were going to stay two nights in Sydney. Jeongguk barely noticed the first night, because as soon as he arrives after the concert he crashed down the bed and he was out like a light.
Taehyung just woke him up an hour and a half past midnight to tell him to shower, because there’s still foundation on his face and he’s worried Jeongguk’s skin will get worse so Jeongguk complied, traipsing to the bathroom with half-lidded eyes.
He came back feeling refreshed but still a little sore, immediately lying down on the bed again to sleep, pulling the duvet over his head and closing his eyes. He was already falling asleep when his phone ping!-ed again, making his eyes snap open. He yawns, typing his pass code until he gets it right. He squinted his eyes when the phone directs him to his and Taehyung’s conversation.
2:09 | tae hyung
Hey
Then another ping!
2:09 | tae hyung
What are you wearing? ;)
Jeongguk rubs his eyes just to make sure he was reading correctly and not accidentally scrolling up their previous messages. This was new, they never did this when they were alone in a room because they don’t need to cross that line to know that it will be awkward and just wrong. And Jeongguk isn’t a teenager anymore, he was already a legal, an adult, but his hormones are just the same, the excitement is the same.
2:11 | jjangguk
nothing ;)
He was lying of course, he still had his sweatpants on, because no matter how easily he gets hot, he never sleeps without clothes because it feels too exposed, too breezy down there.
2:12 | tae hyung
Ooh, sexy
2:12 | tae hyung
Want to see you cos you’re so hot
Jeongguk was a little taken aback, wondering if Taehyung really does want to see him, after all, he was just one glance at the shoulder away.
2:14 | jjangguk
ooh am i really?
2:15 | tae hyung
Yeah want to swallow you
2:16 | tae hyung
Anything you want cause you’ve been a good boy these days
2:16 | tae hyung
soothe those baby muscles cause you seem so tired
It’s amazing how Taehyung’s words does things to him; he knows that he wouldn’t be this affected normally, he’s learned to ignore girls who’re basically shoving their stuff right to his face, his restraint was strong damn it and Taehyung just steps over it, knows just what to say to wind him up like this to twist him around until he’s close to begging for him to do all the things he promises.
Taehyung didn’t have to tell him to shove his sweatpants and his underwear down and get a hand around himself. The voices in his head are shouting for him to stop, this is on a completely new level and that he should wake up and fucking think.
2:18 | jjangguk
anything i want?
Jeongguk let out a breath, not letting himself go faster, louder, teasing himself to full hardness, just like what he thinks Taehyung will do.
2:20 | tae hyung
Yes
2:21 | tae hyung
Are you touching yourself?
2:23 | jjangguk
yes, god, hyung
2:24 | jjangguk
you’re driving me crazy
2:25 | tae hyung
So naughty
2:26 | tae hyung
Touching yourself when I’m right here
2:26 | tae hyung
Imagining the things I’d do to you
Jeongguk couldn’t even type anymore, he was biting his lip so hard to prevent the sounds from coming out. He squeezed his cock tighter as message upon message come through, each making him imagine even more vivid than the other. He could imagine Taehyung licking at his ear and smiling at him with the smile he puts on stage sometimes, sexual and knowing and devilish. Imagine him going down until he reached Jeongguk’s cock. Swallowing it, moaning around it, taking it.
2:27 | tae hyung
Want to put my tongue inside you and get you moaning and screaming for more
Jeongguk doesn’t know what it feels like, having fingers or a tongue inside of him, but he imagines it would be so, so good, better than just his hand around his cock. And the thought that Taehyung was just right there, he could just walk five steps and he’d be there, Taehyung’s there and he could do everything he’s promising right now.
2:28 | tae hyung
Feel you around my cock
2:30 | tae hyung
Fuck you so deep that you won’t be able to walk after
“Shit,” Jeongguk groaned, and it sounded like a scream inside the quiet room, “Fuck.”
2:32 | tae hyung
You’d want that, won’t you?
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Jeongguk whispered. He didn’t know how Taehyung could still type. Jeongguk knows he’s touching himself too, he could hear how heavy his breathing is becoming from across the room.
2:34 | tae hyung
Are you close yet?
2:35 | jjangguk
yes hyung
2:35 | jjangguk
some o close
2:36 | tae hyung
come
And then Jeongguk’s breath was hitching, his vision blacking out a little as he came all over his hand (and maybe his comforter, but he won’t think about that), seeing something close to stars behind his eyes. He felt relaxed afterwards that he had to force himself to get up reach for tissues and clean himself up.
“Kukkie?” Taehyung called, albeit a little breathless. Jeongguk froze, “Good night.”
It was a while before he could answer, but he did, anyway, “Good night, hyung.”
*~~*
The morning after, Jeongguk was so tired, that the other members looked more than a bit worried, asked him if he slept okay, if his voice was okay, to which Jeongguk all said yes, he just wasn’t used to the concerts and the travelling anymore, and that they shouldn’t be worried because, hey, he’s still the golden maknae and a little fatigue won’t be enough to wear him down.
(Taehyung can, though. Taehyung can just go on and fuck-text him all day long Jeongguk wouldn’t mind. Hell, Jeongguk wouldn’t mind if he bent him right there—)
“Whoo!” Jeongguk exclaimed, shaking his head then slapping both his cheeks. Yoongi gave him a weird look, but Jeongguk ignored him, stood up and played Dope and danced in hopes that doing something would make the beyond embarrassing thoughts in his head disappear.
*~~*
“Shit, so close,” Jeongguk said, focusing all his energy on his hands, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his hairline.
He was almost there, almost, almost—
Then the phone vibrated and a pop-up appeared from Kakao with a message.
“Fuuuuck!” Jeongguk cried, slamming the phone on his pillow. It bounced down to the carpeted floor, but he couldn’t care less right now: “I was so fucking close!”
Eventually, he picked up the phone from the floor and checked the message.
It was from Taehyung. Jeongguk's anger dissipated.
23:28 | tae hyung
hi kukkiE~~ you awake?? ;)
23:29 | jjangguk
hyung!!! wtf!!!! i was close to beating my score on piano tiles!!!!!
23:30 | jjangguk
and no, hyung, not tonight pls we have an early flight tomorrow im going to die srsly
23:30 | tae hyung
Oh so that’s what you were doing hahaha
23:31 | tae hyung
Awww :< okay
23:33 | jjangguk
y what did you think i was doing???
No matter how Jeongguk wanted to entertain Taehyung tonight, he can’t, because he knows he’ll definitely get hammered tomorrow if he does. He never knew sexting and masturbating could wear you down so hard, although maybe that’s because he always does it at two in the morning.
23:35 | tae hyung
I don’t know. Jacking off? You look so intense from here >///<
The thought of Taehyung staring at him sent chills down his spine. Taehyung is soooo creepy.
23:36 | jjangguk
oh wow hyunng thats so creepy
23:37 | jjangguk
and wtf why would i do that with you here
23:38 | tae hyung
Well, last night you certainly didn’t complain about that ;)
23:39 | jjangguk
HYUNG1!!
23:40 | tae hyung
go to sleep jeonggukkie~~ good night~~
Jeongguk sighed, unexpectedly feeling disappointment at how Taehyung was being such a responsible hyung but he closed his phone anyway and tucked his hand underneath his pillow and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
“Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s eyes slowly opened, the voice from his hazy dreams waking him up. After remembering where he was, his hands automatically reached for his phone. 3:04. Great. He still has three hours tops left.
He was about to slip back into sleep, his weariness dragging him back down when he heard it again, the voice (that sounded suspiciously like Taehyung’s) that pulled him from his sleep, “Jeongguk.”
He froze. Not sure if he was hearing anything at all or he’s still dreaming because it was barely a whisper. One that he wouldn’t have heard if the room was just a little bit noisier. So he decided to turn around and check.
What he saw replaced his weariness with pure, white-hot arousal.
He saw Taehyung, pumping his cock in his hand, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth slack, breathing puffs of air laced with small, guttural moans. Jeongguk couldn’t see much, for the only source of light was the light from Taehyung’s bedside lamp, but he could see the ends of his hair are clumped up because of sweat.
Months ago he would’ve looked away slightly disgusted and scarred for life but now it felt strangely intimate, like he’s seeing a part of Taehyung no one has seen before—he couldn’t look away.
He kept watching, aware of his own cock beginning to ask for attention inside his boxers. Turned on at the thought that it’s because of him. Taehyung is like this because of him.
“Jeong—ah,” Taehyung breathed, his hand pumping his cock faster. Jeongguk could clearly see how his arms are straining; could hear his breaths getting heavier interlaced with how his moans are getting broken and higher and louder.
Jeongguk’s mouth was dry, so he licked his lips and swallowed, contemplating if he should let Taehyung knows he’s watching, and tell him he’s so beautiful and hot, and maybe, could he join?
“Hyung,” he called breathlessly, his voice coming out a little bit strained, “Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes snapped open and locked with Jeongguk’s, shock decorating his face before contorting into one of pleasure and then he’s coming with a loud moan all over his hand and sheets, a gasp the only thing to come out from his mouth, whether in surprise or pleasure, or maybe both.
Taehyung was silent for a few moments, breathing hard and looking straight ahead.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk called softly.
“You weren’t--” Taehyung breathed, shaking his head, “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jeongguk said, “I’m sorry.”
“No—I,” Taehyung said, pulling his shorts up, “Sorry. Oh my god this is so awkward.”
Taehyung chuckled, one that sounded a little too strained and a little too tense but Jeongguk still followed, unsure, “I-I’m going to sleep now okay? Good night, Jeongguk.”
Before Jeongguk could answer, Taehyung’s turned away from him and pulled the covers above his head, effectively shutting him up.
*~~*
Taehyung is avoiding him.
Jeongguk wouldn’t notice, since they’re tired and all that, if it weren’t for how Taehyung sharply avoids eye-contact when Jeongguk’s eyes pass by, or how he faces the opposite direction whenever Jeongguk anywhere within a ten-meter radius from him. Jeongguk can admit that he’s a little bit nervous, because they’ve always been so close, what if the others notices and they ask what’s going on? Jeongguk won’t be able to say: “it’s because I woke up one night and I saw him masturbating and moaning out my name no biggie.”
For the past nights, his roommate’s always been Jimin or Seokjin or Namjoon—basically anyone besides Taehyung because Taehyung always makes a show once they step foot on the hotel they’re staying: grab the member nearest to him and all but shout “I guess it’s you and me against the world tonight, Yoongi-hyung!” and most definitely ignores Jeongguk’s wide-eyed stares.
(Jeongguk falls asleep clutching at his phone every night, playing Piano Tiles 2, hoping for a pop-up from Taehyung. At one point, he realizes he doesn’t care about his high scores anymore.
Not one message comes.)
And before Jeongguk realizes it, it’s been three weeks with nothing more than just a few clipped words from Taehyung. Jeongguk has barely escaped Jimin’s questioning, thank god for Hoseok’s cuddling mood on Jimin suddenly appeared right when Jimin’s giving him the we-gotta-talk-about-something-serious-bro look. Jeongguk ran the fuck out of there.
Tonight, when they arrived at the hotel they’re staying at for at least three nights everyone was so out of it, still tired of the concert right before they flew that Jeongguk just followed whoever into their room and fell right asleep. It wasn’t until the morning did he discover that his roommate was no other than Taehyung, who was sprawled out on the bed with his eyes half-open, drool dribbling out of his open mouth and his hair sticking out in all directions.
Jeongguk misses him.
Jeongguk shakes the thought away and proceeded to the bathroom to shower, hoping that when he’s done, Taehyung would still be asleep so that he can skip on the awkwardness he knows that’ll be there when Taehyung wakes up and discovers Jeongguk’s his roommate again.
On the second night, Jeongguk decided to fuck it all and just ask.
21:31 | jjangguk
hyung. are you mad at me?
Jeongguk locked his phone and placed it as far as he can from his body, already cringing of embarrassment at the message he sent. He contemplated just throwing the phone onto the wall, his screen has so many cracks anyway, and the phone’s lagging more often than not, but he decided not to, because he won’t be able to buy a new one until they return to Korea. Which will be two or three months away.
When his phone sounded a notification for a reply minutes later, Jeongguk swallowed, dragging his phone back to him slowly, almost not wanting to check the reply after all.
21:37 | tae hyung
No.
Jeongguk typed a response, before immediately erasing it, and just stares at the message, desperately thinking for something to reply because he’s afraid that if they still won’t make up after this conversation then it’ll be a problem, one that Jeongguk doesn’t want to have.
21:39 | tae hyung
I’m sorry.
21:40 | tae hyung
It must be displeasing
21:40 | tae hyung
To have seen me
Jeongguk frowned at the message. “Seeing” Taehyung was the single hottest thing he’s ever witnessed ever in his life hands down, what is Taehyung even talking about?
21:43 | jjangguk
what are you talking about
21:44 | tae hyung
You know
Oh Jeongguk does know.
21:45 | jjangguk
well i know that i liked it
Taehyung still wasn’t at their room, Jeongguk couldn’t tell what his reactions are based on the tensing of his shoulders or a flinch; he waited quietly instead, holding his phone with both hands in anticipation.
21:46 | tae hyung
You did?????????
Jeongguk doesn’t even understand why that’s so hard to understand, like, if Taehyung were the one to catch him masturbating, he would’ve let Taehyung watch. Yeah, he thinks he’ll like that a bit. Or a lot, maybe. Definitely.
(Maybe instead of watching, he would’ve let Taehyung join him instead.)
Jeongguk shook the thought off and ignored the chill that ran down his spine and typed out something clean instead of the thoughts now filtering his mind.
21:48 | jjangguk
yeah so
21:48 | jjangguk
are we good????
21:49 | tae hyung
Yeah :) :) :)
21:49 | tae hyung
Sorry for not talking to you these weeks
21:50 | tae hyung
I missed you a lot
He could feel his face flush and his heart swell just a little bit, felt the uncontrollable tug at his lips.
21:50 | jjangguk
missed you too you jackass
21:51 | tae hyung
YaJeon Jeongguk I’m still your hyung you brat
Jeongguk chuckled a bit.
21:51 | jjangguk
what was that asshat???
21:52 | tae hyung
Asshole
21:55 | tae hyung
You’re about to sleep right?
21:56 | jjangguk
yeah
Jeongguk indeed was going to sleep, he’s planned an early night tonight, since tomorrow’s going to be another tiring one. He wonders how Taehyung knows, though, even contemplates if he’s going to ask but decides against it after a while because it may get awkward again, and Jeongguk doesn’t want that.
21:54 | tae hyung
Okay. Good night Jeonggukie~~~
Jeongguk returned the message with his own good night messages before placing his phone at the table beside his bed.
That night, he got the best sleep in a while.
*~*
Ping!
Jeongguk’s eyes opened, his sleep melted, because he can’t be wrong, that was a Kakao notification.
7:03 | tae hyung
Wake up, lazy head
7:04 | tae hyung
I can’t believe I woke up before you
Jeongguk reread the messages with wide eyes because it’s been a week since Taehyung and he reconciled, and it’s also been a week since he last chatted.
Jeongguk just accepted and understood it even though that he’s a little bit sad, that their thing was finished and stopped holding on to his phone every second of the day but he still slept with it having the highest notification volume, a habit he developed after the whole ordeal.
7:07 | tae hyung
Get down here, there’s breakfast
It was just morning, but Jeongguk can’t help being a little disappointed. Just a little.
*~*’
There was nothing to do.
There are no schedules tomorrow, just a couple of practices for the script for the next concert two days from now.
They couldn’t wander around the hotel, he wanted to swim earlier but their manager forbade him to do so, said that there was nowhere they could go but each other’s rooms and, no, Jeongguk isn’t doing that because it’s kind of tiring to see thee members’ faces all the time.
That’s why Jeongguk’s couldn’t do anything but fuck around his camera gallery, trying to find some selfies that are worthy of posting since it’s been too long since he last posted one and deleting some cringe-worthy ones.
When the all-too-familiar ping! comes, Jeongguk’s heart jumped.
22:35 | hoseokieeeee
Psst. Hey.
22:36 | hoseokieeeee
Come dwon @ Namjin’s room, threse soju!!!!
22:36 | hoseokieeeee
Yuo shuodlnt miss this qw!Sd
22:37 | hoseokieeeee
Evveryonse here already sisdf
22:38 | hoseokieeeee
Seokjin hynug actaully baugh t al the souj!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hoseok’s a little bit drunk, apparently. Of course, Jeongguk would want to come down, he’s got nothing better to do. The problem is, he doesn’t know where that is.
22:39 | jjangguk
uhh, where is that again ?
22:40 | hoseokieeeee
Floor 8e room 8rt5
Well. It seems that Jeongguk will have a hard time trying to find that room then.
Even then, he didn’t hesitate, he got the keys from the card holder and bolted outside towards the elevator, pushing the button with the number eight a lot of times until it closed and started it descent towards the said floor.
When he knocked at Namjoon and Seokjin’s door (after getting the room wrong for about ten times, turns out, the room number is 804) it was apparent that everyone is at least a little bit tipsy already, since they were all noisier than usual. Jeongguk could hear it from the other side of the door. He briefly wonders if the neighbors will file a complaint soon.
It was Yoongi whom opened the door, cheeks flushed and smile a little bit too wide. “Jeonggukie!” he exclaimed before turning his head around towards the others, “Maknae’s here!”
Jeongguk heard loud cheers and it brought a smile to his cheeks. He shook his head in disbelief, removing his hands from his pockets as he walks forward to fully enter the room.
“Our maknae’s an adult now,” Yoongi coos then buried his head on the back of Jeongguk’s neck and snaked a hand around his torso, “I feel so old. Stop growing up, okay?”
Jeongguk let out a laugh; he never would’ve guessed that Yoongi would be a sappy drunk, the others aww’ed at this before pushing a bottle of soju to his hands and chanting him to drink, drink, drink, Jeonggukie! And then the night was a blur full of laughs and jokes.
At one point, Seokjin (who was the most sober out of all of them even though he bought all the fucking soju) sent him and Taehyung back to their room, because, no, we can’t get too drunk, okay? I don’t want you kids getting a bitch hangover tomorrow. Jeongguk was just a little bit tipsy by then, just enough that he could feel the buzz and the light-headedness beginning to edge around his head.
Taehyung was a little bit drunker than him, pouting as they left the room. He has an arm slung around Jeongguk for support, for he’s already a little unstable, and his breath’s fanning against Jeongguk’s cheek, the stench of soju making Jeongguk sputter and suffocate a little bit.
“Hyung, let’s go,” Jeongguk drawled, walking forward, pulling Taehyung with him.
“Mm? Oh, it’s you Jeonggukie,” Taehyung flashed his large smile at him and tweaked his ears with the hand that’s resting on his shoulders, “Alright, baby, anything for you!”
“H-haha, hyung. You’re drunk, let’s just go, okay?” He could feel his ears tipping red—baby? Really? Taehyung’s really too much sometimes. Jeongguk looked around, checking if anyone noticed, but no one’s paying attention, everyone busy with their own business.
So they left, Jeongguk hollering one last time that they’re going to leave.
“Ugh, you’re so heavy, hyung,” he grunted as they trudged toward the elevator together.
“’M not,” Taehyung mumbled back, his head hanging down, “Where are we going?”
“Back,” Jeongguk said, pulling Taehyung’s arm around his shoulder downward to secure it, “Hang on, okay? Do you feel like puking any time soon?”
Taehyung shook his head, “Okay.”
It was silent the whole walk after that, aside from Taehyung mumbling unintelligible words. Soon enough, they arrived in front of their own room, 1114, so Jeongguk swiped the card in front of the detector and with much difficulty, he shoved the both of them inside.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispered, shaking Taehyung awake. When Taehyung looked at him, his eyes half-closed and brimming with red, he said, “Go on and take a shower first.”
Taehyung went without a word, so Jeongguk lied down to wait for him. He scrolled down his Twitter, barely remembering that it’s “ARMY Selca Day” so he scrolled down that, something in his chest tingling as he looked at the ARMYs from different corners of the world supporting them even though they couldn’t be there—
The door swung open, and Taehyung came out, a towel slung below his prominent hipbones. Jeongguk forced himself to look away, silently releasing a breath as he did so.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung called, his voice sounding more sober than earlier, “Your turn.”
Jeongguk swung his legs and stood up, brushing past the passing Taehyung to the bathroom. “You still drunk?” he asked in passing and after a few seconds he heard “only a bit” as he closed the door.
He stripped himself of his clothing before stepping into the already-steam-filled shower and turning on the hot water.
He mostly did nothing but stand other the close-to-scalding shower for about half an hour and wash the booze away and relax his still sore muscles, massaging them lightly until they feel light and relaxed, and when he felt that his skin will burn and it’s getting harder to breathe, he went out, toweling his hair dry and wrapping the towel around his torso like what Taehyung did earlier.
He shivered when he went out, the temperature inside the room too far from his shower’s, and put on a pair of boxers and sweats immediately, flinging the towel away without a care to where it will land. He glanced at Taehyung. His back was on him, so Jeongguk can’t tell if he’s sleeping or not, but Jeongguk assumes he is, after all, he’s a lightweight who’s drunk.
Jeongguk heaved a sigh, getting under his own covers, dragged the covers up to his chest and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the tendrils of sleep latch onto him once again and drag him down, which, he deduces, wouldn’t take long this time because of the miniscule amount of booze that’s running around his system. Soon enough, he felt it, the onset of heaviness around his eyelids, so he closed his eyes waiting for the rest of—
Ping!
“What,” Jeongguk growled.
He angrily snatched at his phone on his desk, and punched in his password, getting ready to curse out at the perpetrator—until the message loaded. It was Taehyung.
1:26 | tae hyung
What are you wearing
Jeongguk stared at it in confusion, wondering if he were still drunk and seeing things, but no matter how many times he blinked his eyes, it was still there like a taunt and a blessing at the same time. He didn’t risk a glance at the other bed, for fear that all of this will be broken if he does, but he could feel Taehyung’s presence strongly there, like a magnetic pull. He took a deep breath. Taehyung was still drunk, that much was clear.
1:27 | jjangguk
nothing ;)
Obviously a lie, since he definitely threw in sweatpants and a pair of underwear earlier. But it doesn’t hurt to be cheeky sometimes, he’s learned this after all this time, being shy is kind of boring.
1:28 | tae hyung
Mm. Want to see that. Wanna see you
Jeongguk could feel himself smirking, confident. Taehyung is so easy, so easy.
1:28 | jjangguk
and then, what would you do with it?
1:30 | tae hyung
Why don’t you…
1:30 | tae hyung
Come here and find out?
Somehow, it felt like someone doused a whole bucket of iced water on him, because suddenly, all traces of the alcohol that he drank earlier, his sleepiness, and all the fatigue that clogged up his system were gone in an instant, the heat that suddenly flooded up throughout his body and the sudden drying of his lips and throat was a stark contrast. His fingers hovered on the screen, frozen.
Jeongguk doesn’t know how long he stared at the message, waiting for something, a follow-up message saying that it’s a joke, and that he shouldn’t take everything too seriously haha what you’re such a naïve and cute maknae. But nothing came.
“H-hyung?” he took a deep breath to remove the embarrassing tremor in his voice, “Are you—are you serious?”
“What do you think, Jeongguk?” Taehyung said slowly, his voice so, so low that it sent chills down Jeongguk’s hairline. He felt Taehyung’s eyes on the back of his head when he turned around to face him, “Do you think I’m kidding?”
Jeongguk’s wanted to say yes, but he’s never, ever heard Taehyung as serious he is now in the years they’ve been together, no. It felt like his body moved on its own accord when he stood up and faced where Taehyung’s bed was and walked the one meter separating their bed. Taehyung’s already taking the farther side of the bed so Jeongguk got in, pulling the covers over him like a seal.
He didn’t say anything when Taehyung brings up a hand and brushes his face and rests at his still-damp hair, and only did Taehyung smile when Jeongguk let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Liar,” Taehyung whispered, the slight shake of his voice giving him away from the perfectly calm face he has, “You’re still wearing sweats.”
The smile on Taehyung’s face fades, replaced by a look of unsureness, “Is this okay?”
Jeongguk nods.
And then Taehyung was nearing in, carefully, never breaking eye contact, still seeking for permission in Jeongguk’s eyes, so Jeongguk met him halfway, leaning forward just a little bit faster and damping their lips together. They stayed there for a while, unmoving, feeling; Taehyung’s lips are so soft.
Taehyung’s hand rested at the back of Jeongguk’s neck pulling him in and inhaling before pressing their bodies flush against each other and starts to move, and Jeongguk followed, his body going pliant as Taehyung caged him in with his. He pushed himself up and tilted Jeongguk’s chin with his other hand into a better angle. It made Jeongguk release a pleased hum, opening his mouth as he felt Taehyung’s tongue prying his lips open, letting him deepen the kiss even more.
He found that he quite liked this, letting Taehyung have control so he let Taehyung’s hands wander; his shoulder, neck, and abdomen.
Jeongguk doesn’t know how long they made out, it was a blur of tongue and nipping teeth and sighs. He felt relaxed, thinking that he wouldn’t mind doing this all night, kissing Taehyung is so satisfying and he wonders why they’ve never done this before when it feels so good.
Taehyung pulled his head back, their lips making a quiet sound as they separate. It’s dark, the only light illuminating the whole room’s the lamp between both of their beds, but Jeongguk could see how plump Taehyung’s lips have become, how his cheeks were painted a slight pink, and how mussed up his hair was. “I heard you were sensitive here.” And then his hand brushed Jeongguk’s nipples, making the latter jerk softly.
Jeongguk didn’t have the time to react because one of Taehyung’s hands was suddenly palming at his crotch and his tongue swirling at his nipple. His hands clutched Taehyung’s hair, sudden heat flowing through his body like electricity.
Taehyung chuckled and leaned in to kiss him again--bit gently at his lower lip while his hand traced the line of his sweatpants, “Okay?”
“Y-you,” Jeongguk pants, “Never told me what you wanted to do to me.”
Taehyung hummed and licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over Jeongguk’s body, a smirk playing at his lips.
With a low voice, he said, “Believe me, there are a lot of things I want to do to you.”
Jeongguk felt a shiver travel down his spine.
“But for now,” Taehyung purrs, hands dipping down his sweats, beyond his boxers, and takes hold of his length, almost fully hard already, and pumped it once, “I wanna see how you do it.”
“D-do what?” Jeongguk gasps, his back arching a little bit as Taehyung squeezed the base of his cock lightly.
“Touch yourself, like you say you do on our texts,” Taehyung instructs, and Jeongguk complies immediately, almost impulsively ridding his sweats and boxers.
Taehyung was still hovering over him, eyes watching what Jeongguk’s doing intently, eyes wide, mouth just slightly open and it wakes something inside Jeongguk, similar to the competitiveness he had when they started sending messages back and forth, the want to see Taehyung uncomfortable and lithesome because of him.
A small smirk grows on his face and his fingertips brush along his navel and his hips, seeing Taehyung’s reaction, before finally gripping his length and stroking it once and then stopping and playing on the head, giving Taehyung what he wants, a show.
And then Taehyung’s slapping his hand away, the blank in his eyes replaced with hunger, “Who taught you to be such a fucking tease?”
Taehyung pumped his cock, thumbing at the slit at every upstroke, making Jeongguk arch his back a little higher.
“More,” Jeongguk whines, pushing his hips toward Taehyung’s hand and trying to change the rhythm, faster, harder.
“And why would I do that?” Taehyung sneers, squeezing the base of Jeongguk’s cock before removing his hand altogether, “What did you do to deserve it?”
“P-please,” Jeongguk whispers, his mouth dry and his cock painful at the sudden neglection.
Taehyung ignores him and stands up, walking towards the luggage by the window.
“Wh-where are you going?” Jeongguk asked, suddenly afraid that Taehyung will leave it at that and stop and ignore him forever.
Taehyung chuckles. “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
He retrieves something from his luggage, destroying the order of the contents inside as he does so, a packet and a bottle.
“Are those—“
“Condoms, extra lubricated, and lube, strawberry flavored,” Taehyung grins, crawling the bed once again, “Now, where were we?”
Jeongguk swallowed, his breathing picking up. Taehyung seemed to notice his trepidation, since his eyes became warm.
“Your first time?”
Jeongguk shook his head no.
“With a guy?”
Jeongguk hummed, and Taehyung smiled a little bit, brushing some sweat-soaked strands of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Jeongguk nods as Taehyung began to peel his clothes off.
“There,” Taehyung said, once he’s done, “Now we’re even.”
Jeongguk’s seen him naked before, but this: his chest that’s slightly flushed, his flat stomach, and his cock that’s pointing upwards, to his chest, was a new sight for him and Jeongguk drinks it all in, stores it in the deepest drawer of his memory for future use.
“How’d you want to do this?” Taehyung asked, pulling Jeongguk from his thoughts.
“I,” he started, and with a smaller voice, he said, “Fuck me.”
Taehyung froze for half a second too long, before exhaling, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Taehyung uncapped the lube, dribbling it on his fingers, not caring when it spilled into the duvet.
“Do you trust me?” Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk nodded a little bit fervently. “Don’t look away, okay?”
Suddenly, Taehyung was putting Jeongguk in his mouth, going almost all the way like it was nothing.
“Oh,” Jeongguk moaned, unexpectedly high-pitched, his hands gripping the sheets as he hit the back of Taehyung’s throat, making wet sounds as he does so.
Jeongguk looks at him, at his mouth stretched around his girth, and briefly thinks that all those pictures are nothing in comparison, nothing compared to this.
And then, he felt a cold finger, probing at his rim and he tensed instinctively, making Taehyung pull off with a wet pop, a hand temporarily replacing his mouth.
“Relax, baby,” Taehyung said, pressing at his slit with his thumb. Jeongguk tries his best to comply, his grip on the bedsheet loosening.
“Good boy,” Taehyung purrs, putting the head of Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth, suckling at it, making Jeongguk spit out curses and garbled words of pleases and mores.
“Tell me whenever you want to stop,” Taehyung instructs before pushing the finger inside. Jeongguk clamps on it on instinct, but he forced himself to relax, letting Taehyung push the finger all the way to the knuckle.
“Feels weird?” Taehyung asked as he pumps Jeongguk’s cock lightly, “It’ll feel better soon enough.”
Taehyung thrusts his finger shallowly after, and Jeongguk could feel him crooking it inside. And on one particular stroke, Taehyung curled his finger up just right, that it made Jeongguk’s back arch off the bed.
“There,” Taehyung grins, not letting Jeongguk recover by doing it again and again and again and again, each time making waves of heat flow throughout him. He barely notices Taehyung insert one more, barely felt the stretch over the almost unbearable pleasure.
“Look at you,” Taehyung says in a rough voice, “Look at you taking my fingers like it’s nothing.”
Jeongguk whimpers, rolling his hips down in response.
“God, you look so fucking hot. You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.”
“More,” Jeongguk whispers, “Please.”
“Look at you begging,” Taehyung smirks, as he dribbles more lube on his fingers before sinking them in, three this time, and now Jeongguk could feel the stretch.
“Bet you’d take my cock so nicely, suck it in like my fingers,” Taehyung says, thrusting his fingers slowly into Jeongguk’s hole.
“And god,” Taehyung growls, “I’d fuck you. So. Hard.”
Jeongguk sobs, and feels the heat at the bottom of his navel swell, until he could feel it throughout his body, and Jeongguk could feel everything, the rustle of the sheets, and the bead of sweat that’s rolling down his neck. He could feel it, his body tensing, back arching, and he’s just waiting for the final string to snap, the final push—but it never comes. Taehyung retracts his fingers. Jeongguk cries in frustration, his hole clenching around nothing.
Jeongguk watched as Taehyung teared the condom open and lubed himself up languidly, smirking at Jeongguk like the devil he was.
“Fucking hurry up,” Jeongguk hisses.
Taehyung’s smirk widens as he leans in to press a kiss on Jeongguk’s lips. “Someone’s eager.”
Jeongguk bites Taehyung’s lower lips harder than necessary as an answer, “I swear I’m going to fucking walk out on—hngh.”
The stretch burns.
Taehyung made Jeongguk feel it, feel him, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. Jeongguk has his eyes clamped shut, feeling so full and forcefully wrecked open—
He loves it.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whimpers when the burn subsides into something more tolerable. Taehyung hums in response, brushing away the tears that must’ve fallen from Jeongguk’s eyes.
“Move.”
And Taehyung does, moving his hips in sharp, shallow thrusts, his lips caught between his teeth in concentration. “D--ah--does it…still hurt?”
Jeongguk pushes his hips downward and meets Taehyung’s thrusts halfway, “No. Fuck. N-no. So please.”
“Fuck, baby,” Taehyung moans as he moves his hips slightly, fucking into Jeongguk deeper with longer, harder thrusts. Jeongguk lets out something between a whimper and a sob, the pleasure rolling through him almost unbearable, because Taehyung’s cock rubs against that spot inside him with every thrust.
“Ha-ah-rder. Fuck, please please,” Jeongguk sobs, a mantra of pleases and garbled words that resembles Taehyung’s name traipsing out of his lips.
And Taehyung does. Fucks him harder. That Jeongguk couldn’t do anything but dig half-moons into Taehyung’s back and bite his lips so hard that he could taste blood.
Taehyung grips Jeongguk hips, so hard that felt he could feel the prickles of pain as his skin threatens to break and lifts them higher, changing the angle so that he could fuck into him deeper still while still rubbing against that sensitive spot of him.
Jeongguk lets out a high keen, eyes clamping shut, his hands going to Taehyung’s hair and pulling.
“Gonna come, baby?” Taehyung breathes, his cheeks tinged red, and takes hold of Jeongguk’s cock, fisting it in time with the staccato snap of his hips.
“Come.”
And Jeongguk comes, stilling as a broken cry tears out from his throat, hard enough that Jeongguk’s seeing black spots from the corner of his eyes. He could feel himself clamp around Taehyung that Taehyung stills as his orgasm was forcefully torn from him, lumping forward as he comes into the condom and Jeongguk moves his hips slightly, unminding of his own sensitivity and tries to prolong Taehyung’s orgasm until Taehyung stops his hips and pulls out with a wince.
Taehyung lies beside him after that, chest as flushed as Jeongguk’s.
After a while, when they’ve both caught their breath, Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak.
“Hyung.”
Taehyung lilts his head towards Jeongguk to listen.
“Did you think Hoseok-hyung and Jiminie-hyung slept through all that?”
“Haha. Shit.”
(They didn’t.)
Notes:
I'M SORRY OKAY I KNOW THIS IS OVERDUE but suddenly I WAS BUSY AND THIS GOT PUSHED AND PUSHED AND I WAS ALMOST FINISHED AND THEN SCRAPPED THE SMUT PART LIKE 40 TIMES AND REWROTE IT BECAUSE I'M NEVER SATISFIED AND I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE SMUT GOD
I haven't even reread this and checked for mistakes so I'm sorry if there's a lot I just needed to post this!!!!
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