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“Jeon, Kim—your turn now.”

With a sigh, he skates his way over to the middle of the rink, holding his stick very close to his chest in hopes of it acting like a shield. He glares at the coach swiftly. The old man’s eyebrows are already knitted, probably waiting for what’s about to happen.

Jeongguk absolutely despises Friday training. 

There’s just one reason that makes him grunt as he wakes up and remembers he has to train, wishing he could call sick yet knowing it’d be impossible because his coach already knows why he hates Fridays.

It’s the day when they train in pairs, and, for some reason, the coach always loves to put him next to the one and only Kim Taehyung, someone Jeongguk’s been avid in calling his rival on the rink.

Taehyung is good at what he does, Jeongguk can’t lie—but he’s just so desperate for approbation that he does the most stupid things to get praised by their coach.

For Jeongguk, recognizing the exact moment their rivalry started is as easy as ABC: right when he became part of the team two years ago. Taehyung was jealous of him, Jeongguk knows. Something about Jeongguk being the one the coach praised the most had Taehyung feeling hateful, wanting to do better just so the coach would praise him and not rookie Jeongguk.

Their awful relationship should’ve mended easily after seeing just how well they work together, because they make a great team: matching each other’s movements the best and always being there when the other needed them on the rink — but it hadn’t happened, and, years later, they still hate each other.

Taehyung doesn’t even look him in the eye when they stand in front of each other with their hockey sticks keeping the puck still.

It’s an unspoken discussion, but they both hate Fridays.

Having to stand in front of their rival with their whole team looking at them with hopeful stares, patiently waiting for their usual banter to begin, and practice with each other as if they were the best teammates to ever exist, was exhausting.

Jeongguk has tried incessant times to persuade their coach to stop them from practicing together as pairs, but the skilled man has always said they were a team, and they just couldn’t hate each other and needed to stop behaving like little kids.

(And it’s something neither Jeongguk nor Taehyung would ever admit, but they like to be partners. They know what they’re doing, they’re the best of the team—and they simply wouldn’t match with anyone else the way they do with each other.)

“Jeon, you start,” the coach says as he skates closer to them to analyze their movements.

After he meets Taehyung’s dark eyes to check for approval to begin, they share a quick nod before Jeongguk starts doing their usual training just as the coach had explained just minutes ago.

He lightly squats, grabbing his stick with both hands as he begins quickly passing the puck under Taehyung’s stick, which doesn’t move at all. Taehyung’s hold on his stick is so firm that even if there was a hurricane happening, he wouldn’t be able to move it away.

His eyes are focused on the black puck, which contrasts beautifully against the white ice beneath them.

“Not like that.”

Taehyung’s hoarse voice doesn’t distract him at all from his task. However, it makes him huff loudly—just who does he think he is? Coach hadn’t called him out for doing it wrong.

Snickering bitterly, he retorts. “I’m doing it exactly how the coach said.”

The elder dares to chuckle shortly. “Uh huh,” Taehyung says. Jeongguk can hear the sarcasm in his voice, and it irritates him more than it ought. When he doesn’t hold back the puck, Taehyung laughs under his breath. “Doing so well you just missed it.”

Jeongguk looks up, straightening his back. “Shut up, Kim.”

“Jeon, Kim—"

Their coach’s attempt to break their not-so-friendly banter is unsuccessful when Taehyung throws his head back, laughing louder this time. It must be so funny to see the obvious disappointment in his rival’s face.

The younger man clenches his teeth just when Taehyung chooses to look straight ahead, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s through the white mesh of their helmets. “Coach never said to let the puck sway away.”

“You’re being so damn loud that it’s distracting,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue. He’s slightly annoyed, and with every bitter word that leaves his rival’s mouth, he feels himself growing angrier. “If you had been quiet, I would’ve fucking aced that.”

Taehyung doesn’t like that. Jeongguk can see it on his face.

It’s obvious in how he frowns, a piercing stare settled on Jeongguk’s face as he tightens his jaw, tongue against the inside of his cheek. Jeongguk’s known Taehyung for two years, and he can tell he’s mad—yet he’s never seen him so angry. Perhaps, he can also tell this is the worst façade of Taehyung.

Jeongguk has never let their arguments get too far, because all they do is banter. He’s used to Taehyung doing the most to one-up him, and Jeongguk tends to do the same just to spite him—and that’s all.

“You’re so full of yourself,” Taehyung grunts under his breath. It’s a sentence whispered low enough, but Jeongguk still hears it.

They’ve never gotten physical, nor spoken harsh words to each other’s face in such an honest tone, so when Taehyung retorts in a degrading tone, Jeongguk can’t let himself not be swayed by it. 

Sliding forward, making sure his stick is by his side to not hurt his partner, Jeongguk bumps their helmets together. He stares at Taehyung straight in the eye as he asks. “What did you just say?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of their teammates whispering to each other, chattering about the scene happening between the stars of the team. Jeongguk also hears his coach huffing loudly as he gets closer to them, a disappointed look on his face.

Even if the man looks scary, Taehyung doesn’t seem to care about it as he smirks cockily. “I said you’re so full of yourself, Jeongguk,” he tilts his head. Jeongguk laughs shortly. “Is there a problem with that?”

No. There shouldn’t be any problem with that. Jeongguk has been told those same words by Taehyung so many times he can’t even recall, but there’s something different about the way they hit this time.

“Of course there is,” Jeongguk spits. “You don’t have the right to talk about me like that.” It’s a stupid thing to say—because they’ve said worse things, though in a teasing way; but he can’t find it within himself to care. “You think so highly of yourself you can’t even see yourself with different eyes, and, for some reason, you seem so confident in speaking about me as if you knew me when you don’t!”

Taehyung chuckles. “You don’t know shit about me either, Jeon.”

Their helmets are pressed together. If they weren’t wearing their uniforms, Jeongguk’s sure their bodies would be clasped against each other, but the skates on their feet and their helmets prevent them from doing so: getting closer. Perhaps, if they weren’t wearing gloves, Jeongguk would be able to grab him from his jersey and bring him closer, but it’s impossible.

Jeongguk would like to get closer, though, just to see if that would intimidate Taehyung in some way. Just to shut him up. In whichever way. 

“Stop,” their coach says, suddenly grabbing them by their shoulders and pulling them apart. Jeongguk stumbles, but doesn’t lose his balance, and after stabilizing himself again, he looks at his coach with an unapologetic look on his face. He doesn’t regret it. At all. “When will the both of you behave? You’re a team!”

Taehyung keeps quiet, which is surprising, because he’s always talking back to the coach.

“You saw he started it, coach,” Jeongguk defends himself. “I was just doing what you asked.”

That’s when Taehyung retorts, quickly. “You were doing it wrong!”

Jeongguk turns to look at him, and their eyes interlock. He sees pure fury in Taehyung’s eyes, and he comprehends it: he hates to be reprimanded by the coach because he loves to be on the man’s good side.

“Who are you to say that?” Jeongguk smirks, replying. “Coach said nothing—”

“Stop!”

Just a single high-pitched shout has the both of them stilling, turning on their axis to face the old man.

It’s the first time Jeongguk has ever heard the coach yell at them. They’re the best the team has, everyone says so. There hasn’t been a single reason for them to be reprimanded, not a failure during any match that was disappointing or anything—and they’re being screamed at for stupidly acting like kids during practice. Ah. Jeongguk can’t believe it.

The rest of their teammates, who were patiently waiting for their turn at training in pairs, seemed to be stunned by the coach’s yell, too. Jeongguk hates how funny they find the scene to be, and wishes their smiles would disappear from their faces.

“I had enough of you both,” the man in front of them says, shaking his head. “Either you go home or solve whatever you have going on in the locker room. Take a cold shower, talk it through—I don’t know! Just...” he takes a deep breath, glaring at each of them. “Fix it. Now.”

Taehyung seems stunned, and he seems mad about it. “But—”

“No, Kim. I’m tired,” is the coach’s response. “I have to deal with this every single practice. The both of you always fight as if you were kids,” Taehyung doesn’t have the opportunity to retort that, as the elder shuts him off by lifting his hand in the air. “Why can’t you two get along? Imagine how amazing that could be for the team!”

Jeongguk is baffled.

He knows how their power duo could be even better if they got along and didn’t spend all their time fighting, but things have never been like that, so why should they now? It’s been two years of incessant mockery coming back and forth, and they’ve gotten used to it. It works—why should it change? It seems impossible for them to get along if they’ve never gotten along.

His train of thought gets interrupted by a sudden loud clap echoing through the rink.

“I said now,” the coach says. “Get out.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk skates his way towards the rink exit, giving a swift glance at his teammates, who easily cover the smiles on their faces as they notice Jeongguk’s face filled with anger.

As soon as he’s inside the locker room, he sits on a bench under the compartment where he keeps his stuff. Quickly, he removes his gloves and the helmet, leaving them on the empty spot by his side. He also takes off the skates from his feet and pushes them beneath the seat.

When Taehyung walks through the door, he seems unbothered.

Jeongguk watches him sit a couple of benches away from him as he slowly begins removing his equipment, seeming to care so little about the show they just caused in front of their teammates.

But Jeongguk knows Taehyung cares.

He knows Taehyung must feel so embarrassed and disappointed in his behavior, of letting himself go too far to the point of their coach dismissing them from practice until they fix their problems. He feels the bitterness coming out from his pores even if the elder tries to conceal it by seeming nonchalant about it.

“So...” Jeongguk breaks the awkward silence between them after he removes his shin pads. “How do we go about this?”

Taehyung bursts out laughing. “I won’t fix anything, Jeongguk. I’ll shower and leave.”

“We have a game on Thursday,” Jeongguk tries to put some sense into him. He speaks softly, in a way he’s never spoken to Taehyung. Although it feels weird, Jeongguk can’t help but feel like that’s the only way to treat Taehyung right now. “You can’t just leave. You missed last week’s practice, too. You can’t leave.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?”

Jeongguk is no one but his teammate. He’s not even the team’s captain—he doesn’t have any right over Taehyung to be disciplining him. “I’m just trying to fix this,” he motions with his hand to the space between their bodies, “whatever it is, I want to try to mend it, Taehyung.”

A bitter chuckle goes past Taehyung’s lips as he stands up. “There’s nothing to fix.”

Jeongguk watches him turn and open his locker to open his bag, grabbing a towel and his shower supplies quickly before he begins undressing right there, in front of him—which isn’t weird at all, because they’re teammates, and the locker room always has one naked man walking around looking for their clothes, but Jeongguk feels so uncomfortable now.

He swallows the lump in his throat when Taehyung removes his jersey, the muscles on his back flexing as he stretches his arms. The flickering of the ceiling light has Jeongguk feeling dizzy.

“There is something to fix,” he is able to let out after a couple of seconds in complete silence. Taehyung gives no indication of caring about the words that leave Jeongguk’s mouth. “You do care about this, you love the team. You heard what the coach said! It could be beneficial for the team if we stopped quarreling—”

Taehyung scoffs, cutting him off, “I swear I couldn’t care less about getting along with you.”

Jeongguk knits his eyebrows, eyes focused on the expanse of the elder’s shoulders, trying to catch sight of his face. For some reason, he wants to know if Taehyung truly doesn’t care, or if he’s simply mad.

“Why can’t you fucking behave?” He lets out in a grunt, brushing his bangs to the back. “You always act like a grumpy old man, and for what? You’re so damn immature.”

He doesn’t pay attention to Taehyung as he undoes the knot of his pants, but the shadow that casts over him makes him look up just in time to watch the elder standing in front of him with a frown between his sharp brows. His eyes are glistening with something that Jeongguk can only identify as fury.

“Say it to my face,” Taehyung demands. Jeongguk feels his lips drying—he’s never seen Taehyung so out of it. He’s not scared of him, though. Just… surprised. “You never say things to my face, Jeon.” Taehyung crumples the front of Jeongguk’s jersey between his fingers, grabbing it with such a strength that makes the younger man stand up. “Repeat what you just said.”

Jeongguk barks a laugh. “I’m not a coward like you,” he says. Then, he adds,  “You’re immature.”

Taehyung tightens his jaw. A crooked grin appears on his face just seconds before he pushes Jeongguk against the locker behind. There’s a sound echoing through the room that’s harsh: Jeongguk’s back hitting the metal doors of the lockers. 

There’s not an ounce of remorse in the elder’s face as the sound rattles. He looks satisfied, even.

“You don’t speak to me like that, Jeongguk. Not now, not ever.”

And Jeongguk hates the satisfaction Taehyung wears with pride—hates to be the reason that he feels so over the top. 

The younger encircles his palm around Taehyung’s wrist on his chest, and wraps his other arm around Taehyung’s waist quickly, and in less than a second, he easily switches their positions. The same sound as before echoes through the room, but now Taehyung is the one that hisses when his naked back meets the coldness of the lockers behind. 

Jeongguk sees the amazement in Taehyung’s features when the older man’s the one to be cornered. His pupils are blown out as he stares at Jeongguk, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

And Jeongguk has so many things going around in his mind, so many things he could say to shut Taehyung up and make him finally behave like an adult. He could humiliate him just like Taehyung likes to do when they’re surrounded by their teammates, but it all goes blank when he notices—

“You’re blushing,” he whispers, bewildered. 

Taehyung’s cheeks are tinted, a faint pink adorning the apples of his cheeks. It can't be because he’s hot, because he’s almost naked, and it can’t be because he’s cold, because the locker room is tempered. 

The elder shakes his head, eyes darting down out of embarrassment. “No.”

Ah. Jeongguk can’t believe it. “You liked that,” he whispers in a mocking tone.

Slowly, Taehyung detaches his hand from Jeongguk’s jersey. Jeongguk sees Taehyung’s fingers trembling as he figures out a place to move them to, ending up in a fist when he realizes he’s quite trapped between the lockers and Jeongguk’s body.

“I did not,” Taehyung tries to excuse himself, but it’s such a horrible lie that leaves Jeongguk chuckling. “I want to shower. Let me go.”

No. Jeongguk shakes his head. There must be a cocky expression on his face that should showcase everything he’s feeling. “You fucking liked that,” he says once again. This time, he doesn’t whisper. He says it aloud. Perhaps, wanting their teammates to know. Taehyung darts his tongue over his lips as he tries to wriggle out of Jeongguk’s touch, which only makes the younger feel like he, finally, has control over what happens. “You like to be handled roughly, huh, Kim?”

The way Taehyung swallows has his throat bobbing sharply. “Jeongguk…” he hears Taehyung mutter under his breath. “Please. Let me go. I—please.”

Those brown eyes he owns are shining with something new, something Jeongguk can easily identify as lust. Taehyung is yearning for it, he’s begging for Jeongguk to let him go—but Jeongguk can read through him, and he can sense how badly he wants to stay there, under him, trapped against the lockers and his body.

Jeongguk grips the flesh of Taehyung’s waist with his fingers, feeling the softness of his smooth skin under his touch. The older man whines quietly, eyes roaming through Jeongguk’s face for a while before he darts them down to the place where his fist meets the front of the younger’s jersey. Taehyung stretches his fingers to, immediately, tighten them again. 

Taehyung doesn’t fight anymore to pry away from Jeongguk’s touch, and that makes the younger player take a deep breath that resonates through the room. 

When Taehyung juts his chin up, Jeongguk sees his glazed eyes and his softening expression. “I—I need to shower, Jeongguk. Please.”

Jeongguk knows he’s already gone overboard. But Taehyung had started it by pushing him against the lockers, he’d begun their quarreling in the field by distracting Jeongguk with snarky comments that weren’t constructive at all. He always started things—so Jeongguk believes he deserves it. 

Instead of being a good teammate and allowing Taehyung to leave as he wants, Jeongguk tightens his hold on his waist, taking a step closer until their chests are brushing together, Taehyung’s fist trapped between their torsos.

As he places his right leg between Taehyung’s, he hears a muffled whimper that, if it hadn’t been for the empty room and the closeness of their bodies, would’ve gone unnoticed. 

Jeongguk’s eyes snap open.

“This has to be a joke. A twisted joke,” he grumbles. Taehyung’s cheeks have a dust tint of crimson red over them as he gnaws on the corner of his lower lip anxiously, and that just makes it more obvious for Jeongguk. “You… Did you really get hard? Just by me pushing you back? Kim Taehyung—what the fuck.”

Taehyung tries once again. “Get away from me,” he demands in an embarrassed whisper. But Jeongguk can’t find it within himself to do so, not when he’s feeling so warm all over. “Come on.”

Jeongguk presses his thigh against Taehyung’s pelvis teasingly, just wanting to check if his assumptions are true.

Taehyung fucking moans.

“Fucking hell,” Jeongguk sighs. There’s a hardness pressing against his clothed thigh that tells him everything he needs to know. “You have to be kidding me. Shit—this is so…” Weird? No. Jeongguk has gotten hard in the locker room after practice a couple of times, but no one’s noticed. Although he’s never gotten hard because of one of his teammates. Amusing? Maybe. His rival getting hard because of him? God. Unbelievable, truly. “I’m sorry,” he finds himself saying.

Taehyung shakes his head. “‘S okay. Just—please. Let me go,” he begs. Jeongguk notices he doesn’t dare to meet his eye. “Jeon. Please.”

He can’t even imagine how ashamed Taehyung must feel. 

“Should I let you go?” He asks, cocking his head though Taehyung isn’t looking at him. The older man nods sharply, quickly. Jeongguk simply smirks. “But you look so pretty right now,” Jeongguk teases. “Everyone should be able to see you. What if I call the guys, so they see you all hard, whimpering, just for me?”

At that, Taehyung looks up. 

“No,” he shakes his head, repeating the monosyllable over and over again. “Don’t do that. Please. I’ll do whatever you want, just—” A moan escapes from his lips, breaking his speech. Ah. Jeongguk feels himself getting hard inside his pants. “Jeongguk—please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Don’t call me that,” Taehyung quickly retorts. 

He definitely doesn’t like that, and Jeongguk can see it on his face; in the way he knits his eyebrows, piercing eyes staring deeply into Jeongguk’s. “What, then?” Jeongguk asks, teasingly. He clicks his tongue. “Puppy? Is that better? Do you like it, mhm?”

The tip of their noses are brushing. They’re so close Jeongguk feels the warm puffs of air Taehyung lets out against his upper lip. He can see each pore in Taehyung's skin, and if he wanted to, he could count each eyelash. 

But he's not thinking straight, and what he does next is clear proof of that.

Jeongguk brushes his mouth against the corner of Taehyung's lips, pressing a chaste kiss in his cupid’s bow before leaning until his lips are nibbling his jawline. Delicately, in a way he doesn't expect Taehyung to enjoy because he's always rough, yet has the older man whimpering underneath him.

“Jeongguk,” is what Taehyung groans, craning his neck so Jeongguk has more space for nuzzling his face against it, mouthing at his skin and tasting the salty taste of his sweat. Jeongguk finds out his name sounds very pretty coming out from Taehyung's lips in that deep, velvety voice that he tends to despise but finds himself cherishing right now. “Are you—do you want this? Is this really okay?”

Is it? Jeongguk has no idea. He doesn’t care, honestly, if what they’re doing is okay. It feels good, and that’s all that matters.

“Do you want it?” He asks, leaning back just enough so they’re face-to-face, eyes fixed on each other as if their life depended on it. Taehyung nods coyly, glossy lips gaping. “No, Taehyung. Words. Use your words—tell me. Do you want it?”

Taehyung gulps. “Yeah—yes. I want it,” he ends up whispering. “I want you.”

Jeongguk shouldn’t have been expecting Taehyung to be so sure of his words. His rival, saying in that husky voice of his, that he wanted him? That’s something no one could ever imagine. Not even Jeongguk. If anything, he could’ve imagined Taehyung wanting to fight him—not wanting him, quite literally.

Yet, he finds himself feeling content with the idea.

“Darling,” he mutters against Taehyung’s lips. The elder relaxes himself beneath Jeongguk’s touch, a quiet whimper falling from his mouth as Jeongguk rocks his hips forward slightly, making their arousals rub together. “I’m going to make you regret everything you’ve ever said about me.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung smirks, cockingly, yet so cute still. “Are you sure?”

Jeongguk nods shortly, licking Taehyung’s jawline until he reaches his earlobe, which he gnaws delicately, earning a muffled moan from the older man. “I’ll do you so good you’ll regret not having me before,” Jeongguk says against his ear. “You won’t be able to talk shit about me anymore, Taehyung, because everytime you think of me, you’ll remember how good I fucked you.” Taehyung squirms, lips gaping once again. “You won’t regret me.”

Taehyung snorts. “I will regret you.”

Shaking his head, Jeongguk clicks his tongue. “I’ll ruin you, Kim,” he says. 

“Always so damn confident, Jeon,” Taehyung spits out. He sounds full of rage, but the way he rides Jeongguk’s thigh has the younger one knowing it’s simply an act. A pretty good one if it weren’t for the way Taehyung’s eyes roll to the back of his head when Jeongguk grips his ass over his pants. “What if I don’t let you fuck me?”

His palms hover over Taehyung’s asscheeks, guiding his movements, making the older man do circles above his leg. Jeongguk hisses when their covered hard-ons rub together, gripping the flesh under his palms in a way that has Taehyung whimpering, brown eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Jeongguk kisses his neck, sucking a patch of skin that’ll surely leave a faint pink mark that will fade quickly. Hopefully, not fast enough for their other teammates to see and realize what happened in the locker room.

“You are begging for it,” Jeongguk mutters. Taehyung chuckles shortly, a mhm sound trapped against Jeongguk’s skin when Taehyung nuzzles his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck. The younger one can't help but smile at that, realizing he has Taehyung right where he wants him. “You can’t wait for me to bend you over and fuck you. You’re such a little slut, begging for me. You want me so badly, Taehyung.”

Taehyung is quiet. 

The only sounds that can be heard in the cold, empty locker room are their heavy breathings and the friction of their clothes from where they’re rubbing against each other. 

Jeongguk feels a drop of sweat falling down his temple, acknowledging right there the bangs glued against his forehead. Between his hold, Taehyung feels scorching hot, as well—but he definitely feels more affected than Jeongguk. 

The way in which he ruts his hips against Jeongguk’s thigh in such a desperate way tells him Taehyung’s aching for it. Truthfully, Jeongguk has always been one to please their partners as soon as possible, not making them suffer a lot — but with Taehyung, he feels a sudden ache to make him suffer to the point he’s on his knees, begging, pleading for Jeongguk to touch him.

Jeongguk just wants to hear him say it. He yearns to hear those words coming out of those pretty lips Taehyung owns; wants to see how it would make him feel to hear such kind of thing from the man who says nothing but harsh things to him. 

At the thought, his cock jostles inside his pants. Fuck. How is it possible for him to be so affected by his own little game?

“Taehyung,” he calls his name in a low voice. The older man hums, yet doesn’t retreat himself from Jeongguk’s neck. “Hyung,” Jeongguk tries once again—using the hyung card in hopes it makes something happen—, pulling away. He giggles when Taehyung wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Pup. Tell me what you want,” he nuzzles his nose against his warm cheek. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Taehyung rubs his nose against Jeongguk’s jawline, sucking a wet patch right below his ear that has Jeongguk groaning. 

“You,” Taehyung whispers into his ear, tongue licking his earlobe, grabbing it between his teeth carefully before pulling it. He continues rutting his hips as he adds, “I just want you.”

Jeongguk hisses, lips hanging open as Taehyung’s thumb rubs onto the corner of his mouth. “Can you handle me?”

It makes Taehyung chuckle. His laugh is harmonious, soft and breathy against his cheek. The corners of Jeongguk’s lips slightly curl upwards at the shaking of Taehyung’s chest provoked by his giggle.

God.

They’re huddled together, with a shirtless Taehyung pressed between the cold locker and Jeongguk’s warm body; between his arms, which are tangled somehow around his lower back, fingers fiddling with the waistband of his loose pants, yearning for some skin to skin contact; their lips almost brush once again, but the tip of their noses do as Taehyung tangles his fingers through the hairs at the back of his head, pulling him closer.

Something in Taehyung’s eyes softens for a second when their gazes interlock.

“Try me, Jeon.”

Their lips clash.

An explosion inside Jeongguk’s chest, something he’s never felt before. Perhaps, a sense of some sort of pure satisfaction at having Taehyung, his arch-rival for two years in a row, kissing him. Though, again, shouldn’t Taehyung be feeling the same?

Taehyung pulls his hair roughly, a low sound in Jeongguk’s chest as he notices Taehyung, though pulling him away, leans so their kiss doesn’t break. 

They tumble while their uncoordinated steps guide them towards the other locker wall, now with Jeongguk pressed against them. Taehyung takes advantage of something holding them, and leans strongly into Jeongguk’s space, licking the roof of his mouth with such finesse it almost makes Jeongguk cum in the spot. 

Jeongguk holds Taehyung close. Closer than ever. If he could, their bodies would become one. That’s how badly he wants this—wants him. 

It’s a struggle for Taehyung, but, somehow, with very agile fingertips, he pulls Jeongguk’s jersey up quickly, palms brushing over his whole torso as he does so, relying on the goosebumps it provokes on Jeongguk’s skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Taehyung mutters against his lips before pulling away for a mere second to finish his task, throwing the jersey to the bench beside. He takes a second to glare over Jeongguk’s naked torso, fingers outlining each ridge of his abs. “Fuck me.”

“‘S what I’m trying to do,” Jeongguk manages to say amidst the kiss that’s planted in his lips.

With both of them shirtless, being so close feels so different.

Jeongguk can feel the warmth of Taehyung’s skin fully pressed against him, his erect nipples that brush against his, and the defined pecs he can only wish of cumming on someday. Taehyung seems to enjoy it, too; brushing his palms all over his front and back, nails lightly scratching at his shoulder blades and fingertips softly pinching his nipples.

His head bangs loudly against the locker door when Taehyung palms his cock over his pants.

“Agh, Kim,” he groaned, eyes squeezed together. Taehyung licks over his Adam’s apple while rubbing over his bottoms, long fingers trying to wrap around his shaft from over two layers of clothes. The white flickering ceiling light blinds Jeongguk for a second. One of his hands tangled on the back of Taehyung’s head, guiding him lower when Taehyung started nipping at his skin more harshly. “No marks.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You’d love to mark me, though. Wouldn’t you?”

Jeongguk ruts his hips, chasing Taehyung’s fingers once they withdraw. 

“I’d love to, yeah,” Jeongguk looks at Taehyung when he speaks. Watches the way he takes a couple of steps back, relishes in just how gone he already looks. “Just so everyone would be able to tell.”

With disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and chest, and a clear hard-on, Taehyung looks like a dream. More so when he tantalizingly hovers his hands over his body until his thumbs hook inside the waistband of his bottoms, quietly pulling them down, all while staring at Jeongguk straight in the eye.

“Able to tell what?”

Jeongguk struggles to focus when Taehyung’s short pubic hair comes into view. 

He swallows. “What happened.”

The print of his hard dick against his tight pants make Jeongguk realize Taehyung isn’t wearing any underwear. He becomes desperate suddenly, a newfound urge of coming closer to him and roam his hands all over him.

But he doesn’t, and waits patiently for Taehyung to finish doing whatever he is doing.

“And that is…?”

Whatever he’s doing, he seems to be enjoying it. 

A sultry gaze in his eyes as he stares at Jeongguk that has the younger one going almost feral. Especially so when Taehyung wiggles out of his pants with almost no finesse, looking hilarious — yet turning him on even more than he already is.

Jeongguk grabs his cock over his pants while watching how Taehyung steps out of the last piece of clothing he was wearing, standing in full glory in front of him as he’s done uncountless times before: before and after practice for the past two years. Yet, this time, he’s naked, and fully hard, and all because of him, and no one else.

He swallows sharply before saying, “That I’m going to fuck you so good.”

After taking two steps forward, he has Taehyung all over him.

Lips against his, tongues looming over the other just for the sake of it, teeth clashing due to the intensity of their kiss; strong arms around his neck, fingers softly pressing down on his nape; legs tightly wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist with his thighs held in place by Jeongguk’s palms on the back of them. 

Jeongguk wouldn’t have it any other way.

He walks them over to the wall that leads to the communal showers, pressing Taehyung against the cold tile. The older man groans, arching his back. Jeongguk feels the press of his cock against his stomach as Taehyung promptly ruts forward.

“How much time do you think we have?”

They’re not wearing any watches, and their phones are somewhere in their respective lockers. Time could’ve passed by way too quickly for their teammates to finish practice in ten minutes, or way too slowly for them to have a little more than an hour.

Jeongguk nuzzles his nose into his cheek as he nibs at his jawline softly. “I don’t know.”

Taehyung hums delightfully, tilting his head. “Let’s not waste any more, then. Put me down,” he demands. Jeongguk is about to ask why while obeying his plea when Taehyung adds, “Wanna blow you.”

He simply stares at Taehyung with a gaping mouth. 

Unbelievable, still. 

Taehyung leans to kiss him, a kiss that’s wet yet has no tongue involved, so it’s kind of soft compared to the kisses they’ve shared ever since they walked through the door. Though, just like the others, has his knees wobbling. Even more so when there are curious fingers fiddling with his waistband.

Jeongguk’s hands are limp at the side of his body, and Taehyung grabs them and puts them over his ass, prompting Jeongguk to touch him properly by guiding them in the way he wishes to be touched. 

His skin feels soft against his touch, and Jeongguk had already learned a few minutes ago that he smelled like sweat and cologne—or some type of cream—, and, for some reason that is unbeknownst to him, he wishes to know what he tastes like. 

The thought reinforces in his mind when Taehyung pulls his asscheeks apart and guides Jeongguk’s fingers to his hole, fluttering against the fingers that timidly ghost over. 

Taehyung sighs before he’s placing one last kiss on Jeongguk’s lips.

Then, Jeongguk’s eyes dart down as Taehyung sinks on his knees in front of him, trapped between his body and the tiled wall behind.

Immediately as Taehyung’s long fingers hook inside his waistband, Jeongguk puts a hand against the wall, holding his weight up, knowing the sight before him could be enough to make him faint.

As quick as Taehyung’s fingers pull down his pants, those fingers wrap around his shaft as if they were used to. Jeongguk’s brows knit on their own, such pleasure coming to him after a while feels heavenly.

Taehyung strokes him calmly, his dry palm going up and down his shaft as he comes closer to his pelvis, lips kissing his upper thigh with such delicacy one would believe they’re not rivals in an old locker room that stinks of sweat and has flickering lights.

Jeongguk grabs the back of Taehyung’s nape with his other hand, needing another source of ground that keeps him upright.

Then, Taehyung wraps his lips around the crown of his cock.

Jeongguk whines loudly. Perhaps, too loud. 

Taehyung pinches his thigh, and Jeongguk apologizes, gnawing painfully on his bottom lip.

When Taehyung said they shouldn’t waste any more time, he clearly meant it — because, quickly, he’s fully blowing Jeongguk. The tip of his nose rubs against Jeongguk’s lower stomach, and then he’s almost all the way out, lolling his tongue around the head, digging the tip of it into his oozing slit. Jeongguk thinks he could cum any minute if he stares at Taehyung, so he doesn’t. But, then, it gets too much, and it’s inevitable to not have his eyes on him.

Never before would he have imagined to have such a sight.

Taehyung, his arch rival, naked, on his knees in front of him, with his lips wrapped around his cock, hands fidgeting over his own thighs, and his eyes glassy as he looks up at him the way a pup looks at his owner.

Fuck. 

“Stop. Kim, stop,” he begs, trying to pull him away by the back of his neck. The words are difficult to say. “I’m close.”

A wet sound resonates through the room when Taehyung pulls away, looking up with a lopsided grin spreading over his red, wet lips. 

“Cumming twice can’t be that hard of a challenge for you.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. 

“Come on, Jeon,” Taehyung says. “Give it to me.”

And then, his dick is inside Taehyung’s mouth again.

This time, Jeongguk doesn’t try to contain himself, and he begins meeting Taehyung’s movements, fucking his mouth in a way it has Taehyung making gargling sounds that have Jeongguk looking up at the ceiling, calling for a god he isn’t sure exists.

When he reaches his orgasm, he does so with a quiet groan while painting Taehyung’s throat.

“You’re a fucking gem at sucking cock,” Jeongguk mumbles when Taehyung swallows around himself. “Not wasting a single drop, huh?”

Taehyung’s voice comes out sounding rough when he retorts— “Shut up.”

—And it has Jeongguk’s blood going all the way down towards his softening dick once again.

He leans a hand, and Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to grab it, standing up in his wobbly knees before he’s being pressed against the wall.

Their fingers loosely intertwine as Jeongguk leans to catch Taehyung’s lips in a messy kiss as soon as they’re on the same height again.

Jeongguk slides a knee between Taehyung’s legs, pressing his thigh against his hard cock to offer him some kind of relief. Taehyung moans into his mouth before beginning to ride his thigh, as uncomfortable as it might be.

“Tell me you have lube,” Jeongguk pleads in a whisper.

“I do.”

In his head, Jeongguk is thankful to some angelical creature. “Where?”

Their lips brush together as they speak in hushed words, and it’s kind of… wild. Softly wild.

“My bag,” Taehyung murmurs. His thumb rubs a specific place behind Jeongguk’s ear that has the youngest purring, feeling the goosebumps all over his body. “Inside my locker.”

He nods. “Let’s get it.”

Taehyung’s locker is fairly close to where they are, and even if it had been at the other side of the locker room, Jeongguk wouldn’t have gotten tired of carrying Taehyung back and forth. He could easily carry him through a damn marathon.

Jeongguk plops down on a bench while waiting for Taehyung, who rummages through his belongings quickly. Standing naked, with his back offered to Jeongguk, all the younger one can do is roam his eyes through his body. His muscles, his strong shoulders and tiny waist, his ass—all of it together is enough for Jeongguk’s dick to harden.

He pumps it slowly while watching him.

Once Taehyung has a small package of lube between his fingers, he smiles excitedly, and ends up throwing it over at Jeongguk, who catches it quickly.

Taehyung walks over to where Jeongguk is sitting, and easily makes space for himself on his lap. A shock of electricity runs through Jeongguk’s body once their bodies meet.

“Finger me,” Taehyung’s voice comes out in a whisper as he wraps an arm around Jeongguk’s neck. 

Jeongguk doesn’t need much persuading.

He fiddles with the aluminium package of lube, and Taehyung’s laugh makes him feel shy. 

Once there’s lube on his fingers, Taehyung adjusts himself over his lap, throwing an arm behind his back to spread himself open while his other hand stays on Jeongguk’s neck for leverage.

Jeongguk thinks Taehyung’s knitted brows and squeezed eyes make him look cute, but the way he gnaws on his lower lip once the tip of Jeongguk’s index finger rubs against his puckered hole has Jeongguk’s heart beating faster than it does when he’s on a treadmill.

Their lips easily find their way towards each other when Jeongguk scissors two of his fingers inside of Taehyung’s hole. 

All Jeongguk can think of is how warm Taehyung is, and how nice it’d feel to be inside of him, as he fucks his fingers into him and licks and nips at his nipples. Which is a weird thought, because he should be thinking of ways to fuck him over—not literally fuck him, but he is. And, suddenly, he can’t stop imagining fucking Taehyung in all the possible places: on a bed, on a car, on a plane; and in all the possible positions: on his back, on his knees, on his side.

Damn.

“Jeon,” Taehyung moans. Jeongguk has heard Taehyung call him that a million times, but now, it’s clearly different. There’s no other way he’d like to hear his surname being called again than this: in a low pitched moan against his mouth. “Fuck me.”

Three of his fingers are inside of Taehyung when he agrees. “Okay.”

Taehyung, though frowning and filled with pleasure as Jeongguk’s fingers brush over his prostate, lets out a short giggle at his quick response. “In the showers.”

“Why?”

“Two for one,” Taehyung nips softly at Jeongguk’s lip before pulling away. “We get dirty and clean at the same time.”

Jeongguk pinches Taehyung’s asscheek as the older slips away from his hold, containing his laugh as he watches him.

Taehyung begins walking towards the shower with long strides, and before he turns in the corner inside the communal showers, he looks over his shoulder—and he winks. 

It’s enough to have Jeongguk on his feet instantly.

He doesn’t catch Taehyung in time. As he’s walking inside the showers, he gives a quick look behind, suddenly becoming aware of where they are, the thought of their playmates or their coach walking in becoming present in his head. Instead of making him regret, it only makes his cock harden at the idea of people seeing. 

As soon as he walks over Taehyung, who’s underneath the showerhead with his back turned to him, Jeongguk sighs dreamily.

Taehyung throws his head back once Jeongguk clasps his chest against his back, lips pursing as he begins rubbing them over his wet shoulder. Taehyung bites his lip once Jeongguk’s left hand wraps around his hip, thumb rubbing circles over his hipbone.

“Can feel you poking me,” Taehyung says into his ear, lips brushing Jeongguk’s lobe. 

Jeongguk chuckles breathily.

The water falling over them is warmer than it usually is when he’s showering after practice. Very highkey because there’s no one else, just one shower being used, so the water pressure is also better. 

A cloud of steam surrounds them, and Jeongguk doesn’t think he could feel any hotter—

Until Taehyung throws an arm back, snaking his right hand through Jeongguk’s body, fingertips grasping his asscheek momentarily to then ghost over his front, wrapping his long digits around Jeongguk’s cock, which used to be pressed against Taehyung’s left ass cheek.

He moans. A silent cry filled with lust that has him squeezing his eyes.

Taehyung keeps quiet as he foolishly guides the tip of Jeongguk’s cock into his gaping hole.

“Just like that?” Jeongguk asks, gripping Taehyung’s hip with one hand and caressing over his ribs with the other one. 

The older guy nods, head tilted forward and eyes closed. “I don’t mind.”

Taehyung’s dark hair drips onto the floor, hot water splashing directly onto the top of his head. Jeongguk slides his fingers until they’re around Taehyung’s neck. Softly, he taps his skin.

“I’m clean.”

“Yeah. Me too,” a shy smile stretches over his lips. Jeongguk struggles to look at him, but once Taehyung turns his head sidewards, their eyes meet. “Do you, though? Care about doing it raw.”

Jeongguk would have given at least two shits more hadn’t it been for Taehyung asking such as he was rubbing Jeongguk’s cockhead against his stretched rim. 

Fuck. Just a tiny movement and Jeongguk would be inside.

“Let me fuck you raw,” Jeongguk demands, words slurred into his ear. “I’ll fill you so nicely, Kim.”

Those words have Taehyung easily leaning his upper body forward, palms supporting his weight on the humid white tiles in front of him, and arching his back. He wiggles his hips shortly, giving Jeongguk a signal that gets reinforced once he looks over his shoulder at Jeongguk with hooded eyes and a lopsided smile on his lips.

“Gonna keep me waiting?”

He quickly spits on his palm and grabs his cock.

Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head once the tip is in.

A quiet fuck escapes from within his lips as he looks down at the place where their bodies meet. Seeing Taehyung’s hole stretched around his cock was incredible.

The water, now splashing over Taehyung’s upper back, rolled down his perfectly muscled back in messy drops, some of which fell over his asscheeks. Jeongguk gripped Taehyung’s buttocks with the palms of his hands and pulled them apart, watching how the drops of water also reached his hole.

Slowly, he leaned forward. One hand splayed over Taehyung’s lower back and the other holding him still by the hip with such strength it could possibly leave marks. 

Taehyung is quiet throughout. Or, maybe, he says things under his breath Jeongguk doesn’t quite get because of the sound of the water falling over themselves and over the tiled flooring.

However, he does speak once Jeongguk has bottomed out and Taehyung’s asscheeks are pressed into Jeongguk’s upper thighs. “Your cock’s so good.”

So unfiltered.

Jeongguk spanks his right asscheek. “Such a pervert, Kim.”

The swinging back and forth of his hips has been delicate til now, kind of testing the waters before doing something that could make Kim Taehyung feel uneasy.

Damn. How things have changed.

“Fuck me harder.”

Those words, said in that husky, very irritating voice, have Jeongguk whining.

He grips Taehyung’s hips with each of his hands, leaning forward for a second until his mouth is just centimeters away from Taehyung’s ear, and whispers, “Your wish is my command, babe.”

Then, he moves automatically.

His hips begin pistoling just the way Taehyung had asked him to: hard. Harder. Making groans escape from Taehyung’s lips, sounds that echo in the empty room but hopefully don’t reach anyone else’s ears but Jeongguk’s. 

Such a heavenly sound he finds himself yearning to listen to for the rest of his life.

Wait. What?

—Jeongguk blushes at the idea.

Taehyung clenches around him, and makes him snap out of his head.

The sound of his balls hitting the back of Taehyung’s thighs is loud, and would make it easy to recognize what’s happening to whoever could be walking through the locker room.

Jeongguk rubs a hand harshly over his face, threading his fingers through his wet hair as he pushes it back so his bangs aren’t in the way of admiring Taehyung’s glorious body beneath him.

“Jeon,” Taehyung moans. 

He doesn’t say more, and Jeongguk retorts, slowing down for a mere second. “Yeah?”

“Just—” the older guy swallows, scrambling to reach for Jeongguk’s hand over his hip. Once their hands are pressed together in an awkward angle that will end up with their wrists sore, Taehyung sighs. “Want you to touch me.”

The swaying is now slow, yet intense. Surely, Taehyung can feel each of the veins on his cock as it slides inside him. Jeongguk accentuates each thrust, lunging Taehyung forward. 

“That’s all you want?”

Taehyung grips his hold on Jeongguk’s hand as he shakes his head, though the word that leaves his mouth is: “Yeah.”

Jeongguk slides all the way out at that. Taehyung clicks his tongue, clenching around nothing.

With an arm over his stomach, he pulls him until his back is pressing straight against Jeongguk’s chest. Taehyung whines as he’s turned around, hard cock meeting Jeongguk’s in the middle.

Leaning closer until his lips brush together, he asks. “What do you want?” 

“Touch me,” Taehyung repeats, biting Jeongguk’s bottom lip before he licks inside his mouth.

Jeongguk obeys, and loosely encircles his palm around his long cock, which tip glistens with moisture. Amidst the open mouthed kiss, he teases, “That's enough?”

Taehyung whimpers an almost silent yes into the corner of Jeongguk’s moist, hips thrusting up to meet each one of Jeongguk’s jerks on his dick. The younger tightens his grip around Taehyung’s shaft and rubs his thumb along the cockhead, digging his nail into the slit to hear that pretty groan that falls from Taehyung’s pretty lips in a murmur against Jeongguk’s lips.

This is not enough for Jeongguk. 

“Wanna fuck you,” he pleas. 

It’s comical how he was trying to tease Taehyung by not giving him what he wanted, hoping to see him crumble and end up begging, yet ended up being himself who couldn’t resist and gave in to the craving that was Taehyung.

There’s a grin on Taehyung’s face as he throws his arms over Jeongguk’s shoulders and walks backwards until his back is against the tile. He hovers his lips over Jeongguk’s gaping ones, rubbing the tip of their noses together before surging forward to plant a very delicate kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Taehyung lifts one of his legs until it’s by Jeongguk’s hip, which immediately is held in place by Jeongguk’s hand. 

No words need to be exchanged for Jeongguk to understand, and to easily agree.

Once again, Taehyung ends up with his legs wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist, feet interlocked behind his back as Jeongguk holds him with one hand underneath his thigh, while he grabs his cock with his empty one and guides it towards Taehyung’s ass.

Though this time Jeongguk tries to be even more careful because 1) he’s holding Taehyung up, and 2) the floor and the wall are slippery; he can’t suppress the urge to fuck Taehyung like a wild animal in heat.

Their whimpers and groans echo through the room, but Jeongguk doesn’t care much about the possibility of being found—though knowing that would be dangerous for both of them—. He simply chases for his climax, the urge of releasing in Taehyung’s ass making him act feral.

The realization of knowing Taehyung wishes for the same desperates him even more.

“Damn, Jeon,” Taehyung whines quietly into his mouth. Jeongguk gnaws on his bottom lip, eyes on Taehyung’s clenched jaw, while he fucks up into his hole. “Oh my. Fill me up, please. Please. Ngh. God.”

With a cocky grin, he retorts. “Wanna feel me that bad, Kim?”

Taehyung’s eyes are hooded and a little glassy as he looks at Jeongguk, cross-eyed—which makes him look… cute. “Wanna feel you everywhere,” he murmurs, hiccuping. One of Taehyung’s hands falls between their stomachs, circling around his dick. “I mean it,” he hisses.

Jeongguk catches Taehyung’s bottom lip between his own. 

Whenever the tip of his cock brushes Taehyung’s sweet spot, the guy trapped between the wall and his body gnaws on Jeongguk’s lips, stilling in his hold and making a weird sound that comes from the depths of his throat.

“I’m—”

“Yes. I know,” he sighs. Taehyung clenches around him. “Me too.”

Taehyung comes after three more thrusts.

His load spills all over between their bodies but, just as he’d said before, the water that drips down from Jeongguk’s nape towards his chest cleans the leftovers of the cum spread through their stomachs.

As the older guy rides his orgasm, he clenches around Jeongguk, tongue licking very purposefully the insides of the younger’s mouth and nipping at his lower lip every once in a while. Taehyung also holds Jeongguk’s right nipple between his fingers, twisting the bud rather harshly yet just the way Jeongguk prefers.

When Jeongguk reaches his climax, he does so with a silent cry.

He spasms, shooting his load inside Taehyung, filling him up. The act has Taehyung cursing under his breath, holding Jeongguk’s neck between his fingers.

Jeongguk leans his forehead against the conjecture of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, taking deep breaths that help him relax. He breathes him in, the smell of his natural odor mixed with the remains of his cologne left behind by the water splashing over them. 

Once his dick softens, he pulls out, and assures Taehyung’s holding his own weight with his feet before taking a step back. 

Taehyung’s cheeks are red as their eyes find each other, a coy smile appearing.

Jeongguk chuckles.

Somehow, they find themselves underneath the same showerhead, and their lips also meet in the middle as if they were meant to. Their hands brush away the remains of substances present in the other’s body; Jeongguk softly fingers his own cum out of Taehyung’s hole, swallowing every one of his quiet whimpers, while Taehyung rubs his palms on Jeongguk’s stomach over and over again.

When they’re properly clean, they find it difficult to put distance between them, as if there was a magnetic force pulling them close every time they tried to break apart.

But once they do end up taking some steps away, right before their cocks can grow into full hardness again, they find it difficult to go back to whatever was happening just minutes before.

Shyly, and in complete silence, Taehyung turns off the shower and shakes some of the water off before cautiously walking towards the lockers.

Jeongguk follows.

Taehyung opens his locker and grabs his towel. Jeongguk does the same.

They dry themselves without daring to look over their shoulders at the other. 

Jeongguk has millions of thoughts running through his head.

As he’s putting on his underwear, he smirks. How was it possible for their bodies to act like they’ve known each other for years? Jeongguk felt so acquainted with Taehyung and every little quirk of his. It was strange, but then, once again, they’ve been playing in pairs for around two years. 

In the rink, they were the ying to the other’s yang. Always together, running behind the puck and assisting the other in their successful movements and goals. Celebrating together whenever a win was achieved, with wide smiles and proud affirmation words; and also being disappointed together when they lost, listening to the smart advice of the coach, and looking forward to the next game, making plans of playing better together to achieve what they yearned for the most.

And though they didn’t know much about each other, Jeongguk was aware they knew each other, just not in the way everyone expected them to.

Jeongguk knew Taehyung was ambitious, which made him feel envious whenever someone else was doing better than him. Jeongguk knew hockey was Taehyung’s life, which made him feel angry whenever someone in the team failed. Jeongguk knew Taehyung was a good teammate, because though not getting along with everyone, he was always the first to hype his teammates, even if that teammate was Jeongguk.

Jeongguk didn’t know much about Taehyung, but he found himself wishing he did as he sat down on the bench after putting on his underwear, and glared at his back.

“You know,” he began, “I don’t think we’d be as mad with each other if we did this more frequently,” Jeongguk timidly suggests once he’s passing his legs through the holes of his jeans.

He tries not looking at Taehyung, afraid of his reaction.

Because he does not know who Kim Taehyung is outside of the rink.

A beat of silence. 

And then, Taehyung says, “That’s a good idea, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk looks up at him, surprised. “Really?”

Taehyung is fully dressed, wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie. He has his bag hanging over his shoulder already; ready to get out. 

He takes a step closer to where Jeongguk is sitting, and when he’s standing in front of him, he flicks his chin delicately. Jeongguk hums into his mouth when Taehyung kisses him softly, simply having their lips brush together for a couple of seconds that feel way too short.

Jeongguk almost lifts himself from the bench to keep on kissing Taehyung when the older pulls back.

“So… next Friday?” Jeongguk warily asks, still expecting a no or a funny chuckle from Taehyung along a ‘this never happened’ or ‘it was a joke’.  

After all, if there’s one thing he believes he knows about Taehyung, is that he likes to joke around.

Instead of whatever answer Jeongguk was definitely expecting, Taehyung ends up tilting his head cutely and simply suggesting: 

“Why not tomorrow?”

And Jeongguk, seeing Taehyung’s pretty eyes and his cute smile, feels strangely hopeful not only for the future of the team, but his own, too.