“You know, high school was fucking boring and complete utter bullshit. College is the real shit.”

Taehyung nods stupidly at that, shamelessly gawking at the junior student walking beside him. His legs were struggling to keep up with the elder’s fast pace while the supposedly golden man, Jung Hoseok, seemed unfazed while fixing the snapback on his head. Not even bothering to look if he was already leaving the two freshmen students behind him.

It’s already halfway past ten in the evening and the three boys just got out of a cab with Hoseok immediately leading the way to get in the building once they had set their feet on the ground. The air outside was cold, sneaking its way to the soft skin underneath the light black shirt Taehyung was wearing and making him shiver at the cold. He could also hear the sound of cars roaring fade behind them as they approach the large construction. Although, even if it seems like Hoseok knows what he’s doing and where they’re going, Taehyung can’t help but ask anyway.

“Hoseok-ssi, do you know where we’re going?” Taehyung asks, nearly tripping over a rock but, the boy walking beside him, Jimin—his best friend, for that matter—catches him before he ends up falling flat on his face. The smaller male laughs before showering Taehyung’s back with playful hits.

“Told you to just call me hyung. That’s what you get,” Hoseok snickers and finally glances at the two guys who are slightly falling behind him but still doesn’t make any advances to slow down so Taehyung wouldn’t trip again. “And I told you we would have fun, right? We’re here.”

They get past the security of the building and Hoseok quickly makes his way to the elevator, pressing the button going up while both the younger boys have no choice but to follow.

Taehyung opens his mouth to ask one more time but just earns a few slaps on his back from his best friend before getting in the lift, no one else was inside the elevator except all three of them. “Dude, shut up. Hoseok-hyung obviously knows what he’s doing. Aren’t you excited? Our first college party, eh?” Jimin, with his pink hair–that’s a lot more prominent under the bright lights coming from above, smirks at him while making up and down movements with his eyebrows. Taehyung just stares at him blankly and Jimin rolls his eyes as his playful expression falls with it because of the lack of reaction he got from his best friend.

“You’re such a fucking killjoy. You definitely need to get laid tonight,” Jimin murmurs at the same time he shakes his head. Taehyung thinks he hears Hoseok mumbling something like ‘right’ before the eldest was pressing on the twenty-seventh floor.

Hoseok is his brother’s best friend. And that brother is no other than Kim Seokjin. He graduated the moment Taehyung and Jimin enrolled in the university which made Hoseok their walking and breathing guide to college since Seokjin wasn’t studying there anymore and he was already working.

“What do you mean I need to get laid tonight? No, thank you. I don’t need to.” Taehyung deadpans, his jaw clenching as he feels his neck and ears start to warm at the thought.

I definitely don’t need to get laid tonight. What the fuck is Jimin even talking about.

If both Hoseok and Jimin saw him blushing, they didn’t comment on it. Instead, Jimin just shrugs with a bright smile growing on his face.

“We’ll see about that. You should let yourself relax tonight. Just like what Hoseok-hyung said, college is the real shit, okay? This isn’t anything like high school at all. That phase was full of dramas and unnecessary bullshit. We’re not having any of that now that we’re in college, alright? We are going to have a good night tonight and you are not going to disagree. Besides, it’s just a one night stand. No big deal. Now, do you want me to find you a nice girl?”

“Seriously, Jimin. Just give it up. I am not going to get laid tonight. You, out of all people, know how much I despise the idea of one night stands.”

“You’re just saying that.” Hoseok butts in with a smirk on his face while shaking his head, a way to mock Taehyung probably. The senior student grabs both boys when the elevator doors open and Taehyung’s instantly greeted with the sight of people lining up for something as if it was some sort of fan meet.

Taehyung hears his best friend whistle at the line in front of them and he also feels his shirt being tugged by Hoseok so he just lets the elder take him away. Hoseok drags them to the only door in the whole fucking floor, and at the most front of the whole god damn line, where a pretty muscular guy was blocking the way so not just anyone can get in.

Taehyung felt small under the scoffs and complaints coming from the people who fell more behind in line because they were obviously cutting their way in but it’s quite surprising to see that when Hoseok removes the snapback on his head, they all turn quiet and busy themselves urgently because they seemingly recognize the junior student.

“Ah, Hoseokie, knew you were going to come tonight! Nice to see you!” The muscular guy greets the junior student with a wide grin before turning his attention to the two freshmen students behind him. “You with these guys?”

“Nice to see you as well, Jackson. Been a long time, didn’t know you were a fucking bouncer tonight. Jeongguk made you do it?” Hoseok breaks into a laugh—to which Taehyung frowns at because that laugh really contradicted the elder’s cocky attitude. “And yeah, I’m with these guys. Kim Taehyung, Jin-hyung’s little brother and his best friend, Park Jimin. Both freshmen.”

Jackson looked shocked at the mention of Taehyung’s older brother. “Oh, shit, really? Welcome to college then.”

“This is the first time you’re nice to freshmen students. That scared of Jin-hyung?” Hoseok scoffs jokingly. “Well, we can get in, right?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah of course. Sorry, man. I’m not really good with this bouncer shit. Fuck Jeongguk,” Jackson laughs before twisting the door knob.

As the door opened, the loud music immediately floods Taehyung’s eardrums and the bass was thumps together with his heartbeat. It was dark inside, red lights flickering every now and then, and there weren’t that many people inside to call it packed but it was certainly enough to call it many. A song with a really heavy bass continues to play and thud against Taehyung’s chest.

“Oh my fucking God, imagine being this rich. He has the whole floor to himself?” Jimin shouts over the loud music and Hoseok just chuckles. Taehyung figures he has to get used to this guy laughing when they’re at a party.

“Yeah, Jeongguk does. He’s the owner of this whole god damn floor. I love that kid, I do. He’s just a little shit sometimes.”

“Will we meet him?” Jimin asks. He seems genuinely interested and Taehyung can’t help but squint at his best friend.

“Mhm, don’t think so, Park. Half, half maybe? Fifty percent chance that he’s already fucking someone by now,” Hoseok grins.

“Oh, well. Do you have to meet someone?”

“Yeah, I actually do. Will you guys be alright?” Hoseok asks, concern slightly leaking from his tone.

“We’ll be fine! Come on, Taehyungie!”

Taehyung lets the smaller male take him to wherever the fuck Jimin wants to go. As long as he’s beside Jimin, he’ll be fine.

___

Kim Taehyung is not fine.

He made sure that Jimin swore on his life that he would stay at the same exact spot they’ve been staying in before Taehyung needed to answer his brother’s call for a little while but the second he came back there, his best friend was nowhere to be found.

“I fucking swear to God, Park Jimin, I will kill you when I see you.” Taehyung mutters to himself while squeezing through the sweaty bodies dancing around.

The whole apartment was dim with the neon lights flickering together with the beat of the music. Taehyung’s head was starting to hurt at the sight and he just wants to get out of here and breathe. He knew the way to the bathroom since that’s where he went when he answered Seokjin’s call, his brother had only called to check up on him and Taehyung acted as if he was really enjoying it when in reality it’s really fucking boring.

Once the blonde made it back to the bathroom, he then closes the door behind him and that slightly blocked out the vibration of a heavy remix playing from the other side of the door. Taehyung’s shoulders cave in as he huffs out a relieved sigh when he realizes he managed to survive getting out of that mess.

The bathroom wasn’t the biggest but it was enough space for Taehyung to be able to breathe and collect himself again. It’s like the size of the bathroom he and Jimin share back in their own apartment, probably even wider. The light attached on the ceiling was somewhat radiant, suitable enough to define each and every corner of the room.

The freshman sits on top of the seat cover of the toilet bowl and fiddles with his phone’s keyboard as he spams Jimin a million texts. More than ten minutes pass and his best friend still wasn’t replying and Taehyung was starting to get agitated. He doesn’t really want to go back there since it brings him a fucking headache just imagining the flickering lights and he doesn’t want any of that right now or anytime soon. Although, he didn’t want to leave as well, since he’s not with Jimin or Hoseok and he doesn’t how he could go back to their apartment from this place. He just came to Seoul from Daegu for fuck’s sake.

Taehyung inspects the thin white curtain hanging from a metal rod on his right and contemplates if he should just sit on top of this very uncomfortable toilet while waiting or if he should just relax on the decent-sized bathtub.

“Fuck it,” Taehyung groans while pushing the curtain aside.

Because if he’s gonna be waiting, he’s not going to wait while sitting down.

The slim male settles himself in the bathtub and fixes the curtain while scrolling on his phone and looking at his notifications tab every now and then to check if there was a missed call or an unread text message from Hoseok or Jimin.

It hasn’t even been five minutes or so of laying down on the very comfortable bathtub when Taehyung hears the doorknob shaking and his heart almost jumps out of his throat when he picks up the sound of the door opening and the music from outside getting louder. For some god damn reason, the freshman student couldn’t even open his mouth to shout that there was someone inside and that someone is him. Taehyung curses at himself internally for forgetting to lock the door when he came in.

The door closes as quickly as it opened and Taehyung apprehends a deep voice speaking as though it was talking to someone that bothers him. Taehyung almost sighs in relief but catches himself before he does it and fuck everything up. He clutches his mobile phone close to his chest while holding his breath as if that could protect him.

This is good. Everything’s good. Just keep quiet and you won’t be seen. Taehyung thinks.

“… already told you I would be going home tomorrow morning, Mom…” The other person says in an irritated way.

Obviously, Taehyung is not supposed to eavesdrop but how the fuck can he not?

“Right. Probably ten in the morning. I don’t… I can’t make everyone leave the house now. First party of the school year and shit like that- Sorry for cursing. But yeah, you get it… I don’t know what to give Eunhee. You were saying she liked this new model of a laptop thing? Send the brand name to me and its model. Kay, sure. I’ll get it before I go there—”

And Taehyung’s convinced that the devil is on his side tonight because his phone fucking rings. It fucking rings!

“Fuck,” he hears the other person curse and something falling.

Taehyung glances at his phone and he was sure that he was going to be strangling Jimin by the time he gets home because why the fuck did the asshole have to be calling now? And why did he forget put his phone on silent, again?

There was at least a second before someone was shoving the curtain to the side. The first thing Taehyung sees was that the young man in front of him was angry and the said male was glaring down at him. His strawberry blonde hair was disheveled with his bangs sprawled messily on his forehead.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The stranger asks brusquely.

Taehyung hurries to get up on both his feet. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m just waiting for a text from my friend and I didn’t really want to wait outside since the lights were giving me a headache. I… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything, I swear. I’ll go out right now. I’m sorry again—”

Taehyung makes a move of stepping out of the bathtub but was stopped by a hand gripping on his right arm lightly. He sees the features of the other male soften as he continued to stare at Taehyung’s face.

“It’s fine. You just scared the shit out of me.” He chuckles faintly. “I’m sorry for being rude… Uh, I’m Jeon Jeongguk, by the way.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at that.

“Oh… oh. Hoseok-hyung, uhm, told me you owned this apartment.” The younger male’s cheeks flush. “You literally just fucking saw me chilling in your bathtub. I’m so so sorry. Shit, this is so embarrassing.”

Jeongguk laughs blatantly, his eyes crinkling and his lips’ corners going up. “And I already told you it was fine. I understand it can get a bit too much there. This your first time going to a party like this?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods cautiously. “It’s my first year in college.”

Jeongguk hums at that. “So, will I ever get your name or—”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry. I’m Kim Taehyung.”

“You know you say sorry a lot. It’s really fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.” Jeongguk’s tone was laced with amusement. “Mind getting drinks with me?”

If there’s one thing to learn about Kim Taehyung, is that alcohol makes him braver and more reckless.

Five shots of whatever the fuck Jeongguk was serving him and Taehyung’s mind was already hazy although he could still comprehend his surroundings. Truth be told, Jeongguk’s a great company. They never run out of things to talk about and he was alright with Taehyung bringing up the most random shit in the most random times.

Taehyung learned that Jeongguk’s two years older than him and is a medical student. He’s studying in a different university which surprised the younger because he thought everyone in this room is from the same university Taehyung’s studying in. Turns out, as long as you have connections, you can get in and enjoy yourself with individuals who study in other schools.

“Taehyung, hey. Are you still awake?” He hears Jeongguk’s laugh in the midst of the noise and his dazed demeanor.

“Yes, I am indeed still awake, but I feel like I’m going to pass out soon,” Taehyung jokes lightly. His left arm was situated on the counter with his head leaning on it and his eyes solely focused on the young man in front of him.

“You just had five shots and you’re already about to pass out,” Jeongguk teases with a smirk hanging on his lips. It was rather obvious that Jeongguk was already tipsy too. His eyes were glazed and his cheeks were flushed.

“From the looks of it, you’re about to lose it too.” The younger jokes back while he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t hear Jeongguk reply so he doesn’t open his eyes but the moment he felt someone trailing their hand on his thigh it was like a switch has been clicked as his eyes shoot open immediately and he’s not tipsy anymore.

Taehyung sees Jeongguk staring at him with an expression the younger can’t seem to put a finger on. He feels Jeongguk’s hand running up and down on his thigh slowly as something menacing forms in the pit of his stomach. The music was starting to fade in the background and the darkness was not doing much to show the elder’s face.

Though, he sees Jeongguk smirk as he moves closer to Taehyung’s face.

“Gone quiet now, have we?” Jeongguk whispers right on his ear. Taehyung could feel every huff of breath coming out of Jeongguk’s wet lips as he lowers himself to Taehyung’s neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps on the younger’s skin.

Taehyung bites his lip to prevent making any sound but all his constraints flew away the second Jeongguk latches his lips on the younger’s neck making Taehyung whimper at the prickling sensation. Jeongguk’s hands were quick to move to Taehyung’s waist and bring the latter closer so he could kiss his neck properly. And the next second, Taehyung was already standing while Jeongguk remained seated on the stool with his hands placed on both sides of the blonde’s waist.

Taehyung’s hands came flying to Jeongguk’s nape while he tilts his neck to give Jeongguk more access because he wants to feel him, he wants Jeongguk to wreck him until he was crying out of ardent pleasure. He could almost feel the satisfied grin on his neck at the same time he feels Jeongguk’s warm tongue graze on the sensitive skin. One of Jeongguk’s hands trail downwards and Taehyung shudders when he feels Jeongguk’s hand roughly cup his ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s take this to my room,” Jeongguk whispers against his neck heatedly and Taehyung can’t do anything but nod because his whole mind was only filled with impure and forbidden thoughts at the moment.

Jeongguk stands up and entwines his fingers together with Taehyung’s as he pulls the younger male behind him. The older male guides the way to his room, pushing in between the mass of people every now and then.

It doesn’t take them more than two minutes to reach Jeongguk’s room and when they do, Jeongguk uses his free hand to dig in his pockets. He brings out a key and impatiently opens the door. Not a lot of people were staying in this section of the apartment so they didn’t have any trouble getting in without being seen.

Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Jeongguk’s lips were immediately on his, warm tongue licking up against Taehyung’s lower lip and the latter doesn’t waste any time with opening his mouth and moving his lips desperately against the other’s. Jeongguk tasted like alcohol and something sweet and every nerve in Taehyung’s body felt like it was on fire while all his senses seemed heightened at this point, not knowing what to focus on.

Focus on the luscious and sweet taste of Jeongguk or focus on the heat radiating from Jeongguk’s body. Taehyung doesn’t fucking know.

“Take your shirt off, baby,” Jeongguk mutters against his mouth heavily and the other male complies easily, their lips separating as Taehyung takes his shirt off and dropping it on the floor.

Taehyung almost moans out loud when he had heard the pet name come out of the other’s swollen lips but luckily, he doesn’t. Because that would be fucking embarrassing. Who moans just from being called ‘baby’? The fuck?

Jeongguk pushes him down the mattress and climbs over the other male’s pliant form abruptly while parting both Taehyung’s legs with his thighs. Taehyung then closes his eyes and let his hands explore the contours and ridges of Jeongguk’s body on top of him. His stomach was in knots, his jeans were already too tight because of his hardened member and he couldn’t explain how he was feeling but he knew that it felt good when it shouldn’t.

See, Taehyung hates the idea of hooking up with someone he barely knows and trusts but that’s exactly what he’s doing now. Although he can’t blame himself entirely, there’s just something about Jeon Jeongguk that makes him want to not give a fuck, relax and let his self-constraints go.

Taehyung opens his eyes when he hears Jeongguk hiss on his right cheek. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Why?” Taehyung asks and notices how his voice sounded hoarse so he clears his throat.

Jeongguk doesn’t reply and pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans instead. It was vibrating and if Jeongguk was going to answer that then what a great fucking cockblock. Luckily, he chooses not to.

The elder presses on the screen rather roughly before dropping the device down on the carpeted floor and diving straight to Taehyung’s already reddened lips again. The blonde melts into the kiss—head tilting to the side to be able to kiss Jeongguk better—and bites back a moan when he feels the other’s tongue grazing on his bottom lip. Jeongguk then hikes Taehyung’s legs up and around his waist and pins a hand beside the younger’s head to carry his own weight without crushing Taehyung. He starts grinding down on Taehyung and the younger can’t help but let out a filthy mewl.

Taehyung opens his mouth and feels the elder’s hot and wet tongue delving in to meet his own. Something about it makes his stomach churn with want and need with his dick hardening even more. His pants feel so tight and he just wants them to go. For sure, Jeongguk could feel how hard he is since the elder presses his knee right between his legs, earning a throaty moan from Taehyung as said male’s hips jerk upwards.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Jeongguk asks and Taehyung nods and almost fucking moans, loudly and embarrassingly, but catching himself before he does it.

To be fucking honest, Taehyung wishes Jeongguk would shut up because his husky voice was enough to make Taehyung come. And he doesn’t want to finish that fast.

Jeongguk’s hand trails from Taehyung’s waist to the buttons of the latter’s pants. Taehyung takes this time to breathe and calm himself down because the other male separated their lips and was stripping him down while revealing his long, smooth and tan legs.

He hears Jeongguk curse quietly as Taehyung tries to get the latter’s shirt out of the way. As soon as the clothing was discarded, the younger wanted to bow down and fucking worship out of Jeongguk because for Pete’s sake. Taehyung has hooked up with his past partners before but the male in front of him right at this moment made his mouth water and throat go dry. He wonders if he’s just having a wet dream about a fucking hoax of a guy but that thought was immediately dismissed when said guy started taking his belt off as well.

“Get the lube and condoms on the second drawer of the table.” Jeongguk orders and nods his head on direction where his side table is situated.

Taehyung swallows to drench his parched throat before nodding and getting on his stomach, reaching over the second drawer. He opens it and grabs the lube and a packet of condoms, throwing it on top of the messy sheets they’re settled in. The younger then makes a move to turn around and get on his back but was promptly interrupted with Jeongguk holding his hips down firmly.

“W-what?” Taehyung murmurs, turning his head a bit backwards to try and see what the elder was planning on.

He feels it before he sees it, Jeongguk started palming the flesh of the two globes and Taehyung’s body jolts at the unexpected action. The blonde bites his lip to prevent unnecessary noises from coming out of his mouth. Jeongguk then begins to slowly remove the only material that’s clinging onto Taehyung’s body and grunts headily at the sight.

“I could fucking come just by looking at you. Jesus fucking Christ, Taehyung.” Jeongguk exhales shakily as he desperately tugged Taehyung’s boxers down his slender legs and the younger whines at the feeling of his bare cock brushing against the sheets underneath him. Jeongguk then hoists Taehyung’s knees up against the younger’s chest so he could get a better view.

What Jeongguk said was true. Taehyung laying on his stomach with his plump ass cheeks high up in the air—golden skin contrasting the color of Jeongguk’s white sheets—was a sight to behold. Everything about Taehyung was smooth and soft to touch and Jeongguk has never slept with someone this delicate and exquisite. Now that it’s happening, he wants to store this picture in his mind forever.

“Please…” Taehyung mumbles a bit desperately. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, he just wants Jeongguk to do something because his body felt like it was going to burst anytime soon.

“Please what, baby?” Jeongguk teases, hands spreading both cheeks to see the latter’s stretched pink puckered hole. The elder’s mouth almost waters at the sight.

“D-do something. Anything,” Taehyung stutters. He should be fucking ashamed at how much of a goner he sounds like but Taehyung can’t bring anything in himself to care. Instead, he buries his face on the pillows to hide his flushed cheeks and quivering lips.

The younger hears Jeongguk hum while Taehyung moves his legs further apart so that the other could have a better approach, “Stay still.” He blows warm air onto Taehyung’s entrance making the latter’s toes curl and whimper due to the feverish sensation. The elder then lays his tongue flat on the stretched-out hole as Taehyung’s hips recoil while a choked gasp was released out of the younger’s plush red lips. Jeongguk’s grip on the younger’s thigh and hip tightening even more to keep the other male situated.

“F-fuck.” Taehyung whines out of bliss.

Jeongguk starts flicking his tongue against the other’s entrance and triggering every kind of inappropriate noise out of Taehyung’s mouth. He spreads the younger’s ass cheeks even further and begins pushing his warm and wet tongue inside to feel Taehyung’s velvety walls, the other not being able to control his senses anymore. Every sound Taehyung makes goes straight to Jeongguk’s cock.

Taehyung lets out a series of lewd moans as he grips on the sheets tightly that his knuckles almost turn white once Jeongguk starts delving his tongue in and out of the younger’s flushed hole. The elder alternates between pushing his tongue against Taehyung’s walls and just rubbing his tongue against his rim slowly and Taehyung was already drowning in the agonizing bliss as he struggles to catch his breath.

“S-shit. Please… Please don’t stop. Fuck. It feels so—ah, shit—good,” Taehyung pants, hands clutching onto the pillows beside his head as though he was holding for dear life. He can’t help but grind down on the damp sheets below him, dick already leaking from all the pre-come.

The second he feels Jeongguk sucking on his rim, Taehyung feels like his soul finally left his fucking body and he delivers the loudest whine he’s ever released that night while he pushes his backside to the elder’s lips further, hoping to get more of that luscious feel, but instead, he receives a sharp smack on the right side of his ass.

The sound resonates on every corner of the room—the sting and pain going straight to Taehyung’s seeping cock. The younger chokes on his breath at the slight burn and hears the sound of Jeongguk’s distinct growl behind him.

“You can’t fucking stay still.” Jeongguk moves away and the younger almost cries out because of the loss.

Before he even realizes it, the elder was flipping his position and Taehyung was already laying on his back with Jeongguk hovering above him prying his legs apart hastily and placing himself in between them. The younger notices that Jeongguk was out of his jeans now, only the boxers were in their way before they’re both completely naked.

Jeongguk’s exposed skin touching his own felt sinful and enticing at the same time. He can’t even begin to explain how it good it feels but he’s just satisfied with how heat radiates from the other’s body and there was no material or clothing blocking the addicting warmth from getting to him.

Taehyung hears the cap of a bottle opening and closing as he registers the view in front of him. Jeongguk was coating his fingers with lube and letting it warm. Once it’s all good, his fingers start to circle around the younger’s hole. Taehyung shudders at the feeling and bites his already swollen lips.

Jeongguk trails open-mouthed kisses from the younger’s throat down to his abdomen, where his cock was standing proudly. A strong pang of desire and longing hits Taehyung as he feels the other male’s hot and heavy breaths right on top of his dick. He doesn’t know if he should lay his head on the pillow and close his eyes to feel everything or prop his elbows up and watch everything slowly unfold.

He didn’t have time to decide, whatsoever, and just throws his head back on the pillows when Jeongguk tongues at the slit of his cock and groaning at the taste of it, making Taehyung’s hips buck against the moist heat of Jeongguk’s mouth. The elder’s free hand pins his stomach down while Jeongguk’s index finger tried to push its way inside Taehyung’s tight but drenched entrance.

Taehyung’s legs move slightly because of the agonizing stretch, eyebrows furrowing into a displeased frown. The elder continues to tease the slit of Taehyung’s dick with his tongue to try and distract the latter from the discomfort.

Jeongguk then drags his tongue from the base to the tip and the younger lets out a sudden whine from the delectable sensation, taking Taehyung’s attention away from the elder’s index finger easing its way inside his hole.  Jeongguk hums at how Taehyung’s walls squeezed his finger deliciously.

“You’re really fucking tight. Relax,” Jeongguk whispers and leaves a soft kiss on the insides of Taehyung’s thigh.

It takes a bit of a long time to prep Taehyung but Jeongguk ignores the atrocious and greedy thought forming in the back of his mind to just fuck the younger fast and hard since that’s what he usually does in hookups. It’s rare for Jeongguk to find someone as mouth-watering and beautiful as Taehyung and he just wants it to last and never end.

And said male was already letting out guttural moans and cries as Jeongguk’s fingers continued to pound on his prostate ruthlessly. The elder was already four fingers in and he just can’t wait for his cock to fill Taehyung completely and feel the younger squeeze him.

“M-more, please. I’m good—fucking shit, right there, fuck yes—I want more, please,” Taehyung breaks down a strained gasp.

While four of his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside the younger, Jeongguk uses his other hand to remove his damp boxers then throwing it on the floor. Taehyung’s jaw almost drops when he sees the elder’s cock. It was long and thick, thin veins running down on it, with pre-come glistening against it. Taehyung wanted to go down on his knees and run his tongue all over that cock but the hunger and demand of his body to feel Jeongguk inside of him was stronger than anything he’s feeling at the moment.

“Put a pillow behind your lower back, babe,” Jeongguk mutters darkly before pulling his fingers out of Taehyung with a squelch then ripping the foil packet with his teeth and spitting the excess.

Taehyung complies readily and does exactly what the elder ordered him to do. He sees Jeongguk swallow as he touches his own shaft while slicking himself up with lube, groaning fervidly as he finally relieves himself after ignoring his own pleasure for Taehyung’s.

After a few seconds, Jeongguk was prying Taehyung’s legs apart again as he positions the tip of his cock right in front of Taehyung’s flushed entrance.

“You good, right?” The elder asks huskily and Taehyung just nods, too impatient to feel Jeongguk’s dick stretching him out.

Jeongguk begins pushing his cock past the tight ring of muscles—letting out a throaty groan in the process with his forehead resting on Taehyung’s shoulder—while the latter’s breath hitches at the sting. The younger forces down the gasp he was about to let out down his throat when the elder continued to push his way inside. Jeongguk was fucking thick and he was stretching him out so good that Taehyung starts feeling hazy with blood buzzing from his ears down to his flushed neck.

“Give-give me a second,” Taehyung wheezes as his fingers grab on the elder’s strawberry blonde hair. “You’re really fucking thick. I-I need…”

Jeongguk kisses his collarbones gently before speaking with a strained voice. “Yeah, of course, baby.”

It takes Taehyung a few seconds to adjust and he nudges at the elder once the pain was already bearable. The younger then wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as the elder continued to push his way in past Taehyung’s entrance. Once he’s completely seated inside the younger, he lets out a satisfied groan before looking down at the beauty underneath him.

Taehyung was already looking up at him with gentle eyes, showing no signs of pain or discomfort, and Jeongguk almost keens at the touch when the latter brushes the bangs sticking on his forehead upwards—wiping the sweat trailing down.

Jeongguk grabs both of the latter’s wrists and pins them on top of Taehyung’s head as he pulls out tantalizingly slow, only to slam back inside that has the younger howling in fervid pleasure.

Taehyung’s jaw slacks as filthy mewls, whines and curses flow out of his swollen lips continuously and freely. He feels so full every time the elder slams back in and Taehyung just wants to cage him inside of him until he comes. He hears Jeongguk grunting harshly and cursing every now and then whenever he slides back in, feeling the tight walls gripping on his cock fervently. Taehyung was squeezing Jeongguk in so good that the elder already feels like he’s about to come like a fucking virgin who’s never had sex before.

Jeongguk knows he’s found Taehyung’s prostate when the younger’s body starts writhing in his hold while his moans start to get louder. He also knows they’re making way too much noise but he really can’t care about it now. Not when he could already feel the heat pooling low in his abdomen because of being held out for too long and also because of the younger’s walls tightening even more every time he hits the small bundle of nerves.

Jeongguk’s thrusts start to get more and more desperate and starved each passing second, the sounds that come out of the lavish lips of Taehyung and the sound of their bare skin slapping against each other stimulating and edging him even more. The elder hastily wraps his calloused fingers around Taehyung’s cock, pumping it vividly—desperately trying to get the younger off before he does.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so close. I’m close,” Taehyung chants like a fucking mantra, grabbing on whatever his fingers can grip on. His left hand was clutching on the elder’s hair while the other was gripping the sheets tightly.

“Gonna come for me, baby? You like my cock inside you that much? Love how it’s filling you up and stretching you out real good?”

And Taehyung comes at that, with vulgarity being spewed right on his ear in a filthy way. His whole body spasms and shakes under the elder’s hold as trails of fire and shockwaves blow up in every nerve of his body. His walls clamp down on Jeongguk’s while his release spurts out from his cock to Jeongguk’s hand and his chest as Jeongguk continuously hits his prostate without fail and keeps jerking him off to milk his orgasm.

The elder groans at the tight sensation and his orgasm comes soon after. He shoots his load inside the condom, thrusting himself inside Taehyung’s abused hole greedily while he tries to savor the feeling of dissolving into nothing but pleasure as waves of explosions blow up in every part of his being.

He’s not sure if he came that hard ever before but Jeongguk was sure about one thing. He wouldn’t mind repeating everything over again. And that says a lot, especially for someone who doesn’t like fucking the same person twice.

Taehyung tries to catch his breaths before he feels Jeongguk pull out. The younger never once opens his eyes as he lets the alcohol and the remnants of his orgasm seep into him and lull him into sleep. He feels Jeongguk’s arm snaking around his waist to bring him closer after putting the covers above them but he doesn’t know if he was only dreaming about it since his body was already falling into unconsciousness.

Taehyung wakes up with a slight headache. The second he tries to open his eyes, it was like his brain has been fried and he needs to rest the whole fucking day. He melts into the soft and warm covers as he hides himself under the duvet.

It takes him a few moments to realize that his sheets are not usually this warm and soft. Taehyung’s eyes shoot open, ignoring the burning sensation of his headache, and immediately sees a cup filled with water and a few medicines beside it. He sits up hurriedly and the blonde groans aloud when his vision darkens for a short while.

No one else was in the room and Taehyung sees his clothes folded neatly on top of the bed he was sitting on. Flashbacks start to pop inside his head once he realizes what happened last night.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” Taehyung curses and grabs all of his clothes, putting them all at a lightning speed.

While tightening his shoelaces, he sees a piece of paper placed underneath the cup of water situated on Jeongguk’s side table. He frowns and out of curiosity, he reads it.

Thanks for last night, babe. Here’s my number. Text me for another round? x – jeongguk

Taehyung has never been more mortified in his whole life that he bolts out of that apartment as fast as he can and calls an uber to pick him up and drive him back to his own apartment building. He wonders why he didn’t do this last night. But that’s what Taehyung’s good at.

Realizing he should’ve done this or that once the consequences already come flooding his way.

“Oh, you’re here? I didn’t hear you come home last night, I thought you went home to your family’s house instead,” Jimin says in a surprised tone once he sees Taehyung come out of his bedroom.

Hoseok moved in their apartment before Taehyung and Jimin’s sophomore year started since it’s much cheaper to rent an apartment when there are three people living together, and luckily the apartment Taehyung and Jimin shared was big enough. So it wasn’t really a shock to see both Hoseok and Jimin sitting on the stools of the dining table with mugs filled with hot coffee placed in front of them. The morning news was playing in the television as the newscaster chattered about some events that didn’t hold any of Taehyung’s interests. It wasn’t unusual to see these two up at this time of the morning during weekends because they normally go jogging at around six o’clock. Fitness lords, as Taehyung calls them.

The brunet scratches at his ear before sighing. He actually got home last night before Jimin and Hoseok did so that explains why they didn’t hear him but he chooses not to tell them that.

“How did the dinner with Eunhee’s family go?” Hoseok asks teasingly before sipping on his coffee.

“It went… fine.” Taehyung mutters.

“You sure?” Jimin asks out of concern. “You don’t really look like you slept well. How’d it really go? And why are you so… properly dressed? It’s still so fucking early, man. Are you going somewhere?”

“It was fine. I just watched this drama last night and ended up watching until I finished the whole series so that’s why I look so sleep deprived right now. Please don’t mention it.” The brunet lies smoothly, even following it up with a groan. “Anyways, since the dinner last night went good, I’m buying breakfast today. Do you have anything you want?”

He hears Hoseok clap his hand delightfully. “I’ll definitely thank Eunhee then. You should go to family dinners more often, you know?”

“I’d like it more if you keep your mouth shut,” Taehyung says. “So, what do you want?”

The blonde-haired male then proceeds on saying a whole list of the foods he wanted for breakfast while Jimin just raises an eyebrow at the other male sitting across from him. Taehyung stares at Hoseok with a blank expression.

“I’m not getting all of that, obviously. What’s yours, Jimin?” Taehyung deadpans.

“What do you mean? You said you’ll buy us breakfast.” Hoseok groans.

“I said I would buy breakfast not buy a food supply for a whole damn month, dumbass.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and repeats, “what’s yours, Jimin?”

“I’ll just take whatever you’ll get.” The other brunet snickers while shaking his head.

“Whatever. Please do come back with the food and drinks still warm. Thanks,” Hoseok smiles sarcastically and the younger gives the same expression him.

“Watch me not buy you breakfast with how you’re treating me.”

“Seriously, I don’t know why the both of you bicker about nonsense sometimes.” Jimin gives out an unamused sigh, transferring his attention to the news on the television.

Taehyung doesn’t reply to that and just walks out of the apartment to buy their breakfast. There was this coffee shop just a few blocks down that opens really early in the morning so Taehyung just decides that he’ll buy from there to annoy Hoseok on purpose and not buy anything from the list of foods he effortfully recited a while ago.

The moment Taehyung gets out of the apartment complex, he sees a few people jogging on the pavements and even lesser cars speeding down the road. It was warm outside and this is exactly why Taehyung liked going out at this time of the morning. The heat of the sun isn’t too hot yet and there weren’t much people outside too.

It takes him less than ten minutes to arrive in the coffee shop and when he does, Taehyung sighs out of relief because he doesn’t see much people inside. As if it would be packed with people at this time of the morning. Nope. He goes in, the bell hanging from above chiming, and is immediately greeted by the cashier.

“Good morning, sir! May I know your order please?” The girl asks once he reaches the counter, her voice far too much energetic.

Taehyung pulls out the wallet from behind his jeans and looks up at the menu. “I’ll take three scrambled eggs on toast and three hot chocolates. Take-out.”

“That would be 21,000 won, sir.” The cashier recites and Taehyung quickly pulls the bills out of his wallet. He registers the sound of the bell chiming but pays no attention to it.

“Thank you for giving the exact amount, sir. Please wait until your order is ready.”

He gets the receipt and folds it before turning around but his chest thumps hard when he’s instantly greeted with the sight of an oh-so-familiar face staring straight at him with a playful smirk plastered on his face.

Taehyung frowns and wakes up from his trance when he hears the cashier recite the same thing she had asked Taehyung earlier with the same tone.

Jeongguk breaks their eye contact and states his order. The younger male was left standing there like a fucking fool so he immediately ushers his way where his order was going to be prepared.

It doesn’t take long for Jeongguk to follow where Taehyung was waiting, a playful glint displayed on the elder’s eyes that Taehyung just wants to fucking smack him. Again and again.

“Are you following me?” Taehyung asks coldly, with an annoyed frown displayed on his face.

Jeongguk squints his eyes at him. “Sorry to prove your accusations wrong but… This is where people wait for their orders and I ordered a sandwich toast by the way. And if you’re thinking that I followed you into this coffee shop then I’ll just let you know that my university is right there.” Jeongguk points at a college just across where they are right now. “So nope, I’m not following you.”

Taehyung feels his eyelashes flutter while his cheeks start to warm and he breaks the eye contact. “Right, sorry.”

“Mhm, it’s fine.” Jeongguk says.

The younger wants to reply a sarcastic retort but he chooses not to since he’s already had his first strike with accusing Jeongguk of following him when he wasn’t. If he gets on this guy’s nerves, he might just fucking say everything to his sister. No thanks. Taehyung didn’t want that to happen.

“You know, I enjoyed dinner last night,” Jeongguk states as though he was talking about the weather.

I didn’t. “That’s great.”

“Although, you didn’t look comfortable at all. Mind telling me why?” The black-haired male asks cheekily. That’s also one of the reasons why Taehyung didn’t recognize him immediately. His hair wasn’t strawberry blonde anymore.

“I was comfortable, thank you very much for asking.” Taehyung couldn’t help but reply sarcastically and his jaw ticks.

“Ah,” Jeongguk nods. “You’re comfortable with the thought of being in a relationship with someone that has a brother who fucked you before?”

“Shut up about it,” Taehyung mutters under his breath as he stares at the elder tersely. “Don’t tell anyone. Especially Eunhee, please.”

“Three scrambled eggs on toast and three hot chocolates!”

Someone shouts and almost makes Taehyung jolt. The younger immediately breaks the gaze, going to the counter and present his receipt so that he could get his order.

“Uhm, do you have a pen?” Taehyung asks the barista. The guy just looks at him confused.

“I don’t, sir. There’s a pen in the cashier station though.”

“Great, thanks.”

Taehyung leaves Jeongguk behind him and proceeds on going back to the cashier again, borrowing a pen. The girl was quick enough to lend him one so he brings out his receipt, writing his number on it before going back to where Jeongguk was staying.

The elder was looking back at him with an amused expression.

“I’ll do anything you want, seriously. Just don’t tell Eunhee about it. Text me what you want me to do. Here’s my number.” He gives the receipt to the elder and Jeongguk accepts it without any hesitation.

“Familiar scene we have here, yes?” The other male smirks up at him.

Taehyung just looks at him pleadingly before turning his back and exiting the store so he could go back to Hoseok and Jimin with their breakfast still warm but Taehyung’s stomach definitely cold.