Jeongguk hasn’t texted him.

It’s been seven days of Taehyung freaking out over his phone notifying a new message or notification while vibrating against the sturdy surfaces of his home every so often. He even replied to some unknown numbers with hopes of it being the older male but, Jeongguk still hasn’t texted him.

He should be glad because maybe the older guy was letting him off but obviously, Taehyung can’t help but be even more cautious about it. Who knows what the older guy was planning? Unfortunately, not Kim fucking Taehyung.

The younger man just wants to know what Jeongguk wants with him and why said male won’t stop teasing him about what happened last year. Fucking last year. A year had already passed, for fuck’s sake. Are one night stands really supposed to be like this? If it is then Taehyung should have stuck with his decision and motto in his life to never ever get tempted to hook up with a stranger you don’t trust enough.

 His phone pings and Taehyung almost jumps at the sound of it resonating within his car.

“Someone texted you, I think. Do you want me to check who it is?” Eunhee’s well-modulated and light voice surfaces on the quiet atmosphere, lightly distracting Taehyung from the sound coming from his phone.

A thud in Taehyung’s chest. The young man doesn’t know if it’s the air conditioner that was on full blast that made him shudder but he supposes it’s because of that and not because he thinks that Jeongguk has finally texted him.

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s probably just Jimin.” Taehyung hopes to God that it’s just Jimin because if Eunhee ends up seeing his phone, how the fuck would he explain.

“I guess they’re waiting for you. Sorry for taking too long,” Eunhee groans and Taehyung just laughs softly, fingers tapping on the wheel, while trying to calm his mind.

“You didn’t take long, don’t worry. No doubt that they’re just overly excited,” Taehyung says, his eyes focused on the road, blaring street lights and the other cars in front of him.

“Mhm, well I’m really excited about it too so I totally get them.” The brunette beside Taehyung sighs.

“First college party. Ever since you set your feet on the university.” Taehyung shakes his head with a small content smile on his face and Eunhee scoffs.

“Well, Kim Taehyung, I’m sorry to say that not everybody can be as friendly as you.” The young woman says slowly, stressing each syllable before laughing at the farther end.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Taehyung shrugs, turning the wheel on the left.

His stomach feels queasy all of a sudden and just doesn't make any way for him to relax when he sees the familiar scenery and stoplights of the street leading to the apartment complex they were venturing to.

He grinds his teeth together. “Jeongguk-ssi knew you’re coming right?”

Taehyung glances at his side when the stoplight turns red and he sees Eunhee smiling sheepishly at him to which he shakes his head at with a matching eyeroll.

“He doesn’t but… It’s fine. I’m in college now. Plus, it’s not like he’s strict. He’s fine with me doing things and socializing and all that other stuff, you know? Clubbing is included in that.” Eunhee replies.

“That’s great to know. He seems like a great brother.” Fucking lies.

“Step-brother.” Eunhee corrects. “Although, I wish he was my real brother. I think he would even be a better brother or—wait, have you guys been talking or whatsoever?”

Taehyung does not nearly choke at that.

“What? What do you mean?” Taehyung’s glad that his voice doesn’t shake nor pitch higher than what his voice usually is because his whole fucking being was alert and on high defense.

“Nothing, actually. I just want you guys to be close since he’s my step-brother and you’re my boyfriend so…”

“Oh,” Taehyung mutters under his breath. “I don’t think that’s possible, though. Like… Perhaps, your brother might be too busy to find new friends and all that jazz.”

Eunhee mumbles an incoherent agreement and that was the end to it before Taehyung was parking the car at the parking lot of the apartment compound’s area and turning the ignition off. Everything felt like a déjà vu. It was as if everything that happened a year ago was happening all over again. Only this time, he’s with his girlfriend and things are much more complicated than how it was last year.

“You said your friends would be there, right?” Taehyung asks while they were in the elevator. He punches the familiar button for Jeongguk’s floor. It's insane how he still remembers everything when it's just his second time going here ever since last year.

“Yup! I just have to go and find them. You can go meet Jimin and Hoseok.” Eunhee’s lips curve into a genuine smile.

“Wanting to get rid of me so easily?” The tall male snickers to which Eunhee snarls at and Taehyung just laughs louder. “No, it’s fine. I can leave you right after you find them.”

That’s what they end up doing once the lift opens. There was still someone outside guarding the apartment's door, his face unfamiliar and tough, and the line of people waiting to get inside wasn’t a lot different from the one he’s experienced the first time he got here. Taehyung proceeds to cut through the line and ignore everyone’s complaints with Eunhee trailing after him.

“Kang Eunhee,” Taehyung says but the man just frowns at him after looking at the list.

“I’m sorry. That name isn’t here. Please go back to the end of the line,” The stranger says coldly and nods at the direction where the line ends.

Eunhee tugs at the back of Taehyung’s shirt, whispering something about waiting instead since his brother didn’t know she was coming but Taehyung only frowns at the guy standing right before him.

“Are you sure?” The brunet affirms with his eyebrows knitted against each other. He didn’t like how this guy looked at him like he was a fucking pest and someone so fucking small that didn’t deserve any ounce of attention even though Taehyung was a few inches taller than this fucking guy.

“I’m sure, dude.” The man deadpans, slight annoyance leaking from his tone, while rolling his eyes. “Just go back at the end of line.”

“How about Kim Taehyung?” Taehyung clenches his jaw. The unfamiliar male then looks through the list again and glances at him warily.

“Look, bro. Are you just saying random names so you could get in? Sorry, man, it doesn’t work that way. At the end of the line.” He replies, stressing every syllable coming out of his lips.

Taehyung grabs his wallet before opening it and plucking his identification card out. He lets out a small smirk before shoving it right in front of the other’s face, only a few centimeters before it hits the stranger’s nose.

“Unfortunately, I am Kim Taehyung. So why don’t you tell me if I’m in the list or not?”

He sees the stranger blink slowly at the card plastered right in front of his face before bowing his head to some extent before moving away from the door.

“Yeah, you’re in the list. I’m sorry, dude.”

Taehyung was about to spit out something rude as, “don’t call me ‘dude’,” but forces it at the back of his throat, proceeding on making his way inside the dark and loud, as usual, apartment.

His stomach feels fidgety again for the third time of the night but he chooses to ignore that and grab his girlfriend’s hand instead.

“Where are you meeting them?” He asks, shouting over the young woman’s ear since the music was too loud.

Eunhee tucks a part of her soft brown hair behind her ear. “I don’t know my brother’s apartment, I’ve never been here but they’re telling me I should meet them in a bar counter thing? Do you know where that is?” She shows Taehyung her phone, the screen lighting up too much that the male had to squint and blink a few times.

“Y-yeah,” He just nods when he remembers where that place is, pushing the feeling of nausea forming in the pit of his stomach further away.

Taehyung guides Eunhee to the bar counter and the moment he does, he sees a group of girls sitting on the stools laughing but the sound of their laughs dissolve with the music playing in the background so vehemently. The brunet feels his phone vibrate inside his back pocket so he grabs it only to read three unread text messages from Jimin—stomach slightly sinking when he realized that he slightly hoped for Jeongguk to text earlier.

“Jimin’s already texting me.” Taehyung says.

“Oh, you can go ahead, if you want? It’s fine. I can see the girls so it’s okay,” Eunhee smiles warmly, her features still glowing even with the dim light. “I won’t get too drunk so if you want to get shitfaced, go ahead.”

Taehyung chuckles and disarrays her hair to which Eunhee laughs at but slaps his hand away playfully, nonetheless. “Have a good ti—”

“Eunhee! Get your ass over here already!” They both hear someone shout amidst the club noise.

His girlfriend gives him one last smile before separating with him and Taehyung sneaks a glance on his phone to see what Jimin texted.

From: Park Jimin – 9:33PM
where the fuck are u man?

From: Park Jimin – 9:49PM
yo hoseok and i are fuckin waiting for u u fucking late ass bitch

From: Park Jimin – 10:01PM
we’re here at the couch !! we’re playing something i don’t fuckin know what’s called but it’s fun and im sure im gonna get laid tonight lol. pls spend time w eunhee another time (im kidding ok don’t punch me when u get here)

Taehyung just shakes his head imperceptibly before advancing on finding the couch his best friends were supposedly staying in because Park Jimin is the most impatient person to ever live in this world and if Taehyung gets to sit beside the smaller male later tonight—alive, must he say—then that would be more than great.

People were gathered everywhere. And what Taehyung means everywhere as in literally everywhere. Most were standing in the middle but some chose to stand beside the walls comfortably while chatting with a few people Taehyung isn’t any way familiar with.

The atmosphere in the whole room was okay, not the best but also not humid like the other parties he’s attended so Taehyung assumes it’s the best he could get. His eyes search around the whole apartment, trying to look for loud people playing a so-called-game since that’s what Jimin described, and he’s also feeling a bit advantaged because of his height so he doesn’t need to stand on tippy toes to look for Jimin and Hoseok.

He hears loud yells coming from his left, catching his attention, so he averts his gaze to it and sees the couch his best friend was talking about. A group of girls and guys were huddled together, wailing about Taehyung doesn’t know what but he makes his way towards it.

The brunet was already nearing and the shouts were starting to get louder as he gets closer when he halts his footsteps together with his brain because he finally sees the presumptuous male he wanted to avoid the entire night. But would he really be able to avoid Jeon Jeongguk when the guy literally fucking owns the whole god damn location of the party. Nope.

“Taehyung-ah!” He hears Jimin’s screech in the thick of internal chaos occurring in his mind.

His best friend was also sitting between Hoseok and Jeon Jeongguk. Fuck his life, really.

A few heads turn so they could see who Jimin was referring to and one of those heads is miserably the only guy who loves making him suffer.

“Sit here! Sit beside me!” Jimin yells once again, his small chubby fingers moving along his speech as though he was asking Taehyung to come nearer. It was evident that Jimin was already drunk by the means of his loud, slurred words and flushed eyes and cheeks.

Taehyung had no choice but to make his way to where his friend is sitting despite his stomach convulsing, fidgety because of the eyes settled on him. It was nothing too dramatic, really. He doesn’t give a fuck about the strangers who had their eyes on him but he does give a fuck about those pair of eyes of the older male staring him down intently.

The group cheers when Taehyung finally sits down beside Jeongguk and Jimin, the guy beside Jeongguk moving and sitting down on the floor instead so it wouldn’t be crowded on the couch.

“You finally fucking came! It’s been five hours!” Jimin puts his hands on the other male’s shoulders only to shake him. His lips were swollen and his hair was already a mess, making Taehyung doubt if his friend was still in the right state of mind.

“It’s been forty fucking minutes. Not five hours,” Taehyung asserts, ignoring the other heated presence sitting on his left.

“He’s already drunk and he already had a few bottles, forgive him.” A throaty chuckle hits Taehyung’s ear, making him jolt a bit. “I didn’t think you’d be here, baby.”

Taehyung ignores the jolt of his stomach and hisses instead. “Can you move away, please. And don’t call me that.”

Jeongguk doesn’t follow immediately, taking the time and invading the younger male’s personal space with a hint of smirk showing in his face. When he does move away, he says, “You’re too tense. Relax. It’s not like Eunhee’s here, isn’t she?”

Taehyung wastes no time in turning his head towards the elder with his jaw slacked and furrowed eyebrows, a frequent expression he makes when he’s talking to Jeongguk, only to see him looking back at him with eyes so intense and lips curled into a lopsided smirk.

Suddenly, the younger male forgets what he should be telling because of how good the other looked right in front of him. But fortunately, he remembers a bit of the speech he prepared in his mind.

“She’s here. I came with her, so please. Stop messing around,” Taehyung says in a hushed tone. He sees Jeongguk’s expression fall together with his smirk, turning into a frown.

“Her name wasn’t on the list,” He mutters.

“She is your sister, Jeongguk-ssi. I don’t fucking know why you’re treating her like—”

“She’s not my sister. Get your facts straight.” Jeongguk says through gritted teeth and breaks the gaze, focusing on something else, with his jaw clenched.

Their conversations surely couldn’t be heard by others because they’re talking too quietly, through gritted teeth and voices hushed that were blending with the loud remix in the background.

Taehyung decides to stay quiet, thinking that this may be a sensitive topic because the elder reacted quite harshly, although Jeongguk looks back at him with a stern look.

“She’s a Kang. I’m a Jeon. And nothing will ever change that.”

___

The cafeteria was flitting with noises coming out of every student’s mouths and the sounds of trays and plates clanking against each other. Although, even with the lively noise, Taehyung was still found staring mindlessly at his opened book, fingers grasping onto the bright yellow highlighter with its cap loitering carelessly on the table.

So many things were going through his mind since last Saturday—it’s now Wednesday—and as cliché as it already is, he couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

Jeongguk didn’t throw him a single glance after what he said that day. The elder seemed out of it and Taehyung could not help but wonder why, with a slight indication of guilt in the bottom of his stomach. He didn’t know it was that sensitive of a topic because he’s asked Eunhee about it that night as well but she reacted like it was not a big of a deal, even telling how Jeongguk made such a great brother.

What could have triggered him to react in such a brusque way when Taehyung knows Jeongguk was someone laidback and he didn’t seem to be the type of person to get pissed easily.

He knows that maybe he shouldn’t care about it and just forget about what happened and maybe send an apology to Jeongguk the next time he sees him because he seemed pissed as heck to what Taehyung had said.

“Taehyung!”

Taehyung fucking jolts when someone shouts right at his ear. His hand also drops the highlighter he was holding a few seconds then leaving a big, ugly and also bright smear on the image of an unfamiliar person on his book. The brunet stares at it with eyes wide and mouth hung agape.

“Oh my God, shit. Sorry, Tae. I didn’t think you would… Drop your highlighter like that.”

He register’s Jimin’s voice before he looks over at the unnerved male standing with his lunch on a tray in hand right beside the lunch table Taehyung was sitting on.

Taehyung just clenches his jaw before closing his eyes and breathing heavily through his nose. “Sit down. It’s not like I’ll be able to fix this ugly shit.”

Jimin follows him and sits down in front of the younger male, relaxing when Taehyung doesn’t lounge at him since said guy was very particular with his books being clean and organized when highlighting.

“Why were you so serious anyway?”

“I was studying, dumbass.” Taehyung grabs the cap of his highlighter and the bright object before clicking them together.

“Dude, you’re just fucking staring at a picture of Neil Armstrong.” Jimin deadpans, twisting the cap of his water bottle open.

“Wait, you know this guy?” The younger male squints at him.

Jimin just stares at him blankly before rolling his eyes. “I said his name, didn’t I.”

“Don’t get sassy on me.”

“Not until you answer why you were so serious while looking at a picture of Neil Armstrong so seriously.” The other brunet says casually, digging his chopsticks in his bowl of Bulgogi with rice.

“Just thinking ‘bout things,” Taehyung answers as he sets his book aside.

He then brings a sandwich out to eat. He was done eating his lunch just half an hour ago since his lunch period was long today and he figured if he studied for the exam he was going to take this afternoon but he obviously fails at that because according to Park Jimin, he just ended up staring at a picture of Neil Armstrong.

“I’m not going to ask what those things are because there are probably a million things running around your head in a fucking second,” Jimin says.

Taehyung’s phone vibrates against the table and he’s just halfway through chewing the sandwich that he pays no attention to it at first. Jimin doesn’t put any ounce of attention on it as well, eating his lunch in peace. It’s only after a few minutes when it vibrates twice.

Taehyung drinks water before patting a napkin on his mouth to dry his lips. He picks up his phone absentmindedly and clicks the power button to see what caused it to vibrate. When he sees the two unread text messages from a number that isn’t saved in his contacts and his stomach plummets so hard that he felt like he already shat the sandwich he just ate.

From: Unknown – 12:49 PM
babe

From: Unknown – 12:50 PM
this is jeongguk

From: Unknown – 12:50PM
are u coming tonight?

“Taehyung,” Jimin calls out and the other male snaps his head to look at him quickly, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Why the fuck is your face suddenly flushed? Did Eunhee send you a sext or something?”

Taehyung’s face only turns warmer.

“What the fuck, Jimin? No. We aren’t like that.” He mutters, staring back at his phone and his stomach sinks again once he reads the three text messages again.

“Then why are you so red?”

Taehyung sputters a clipped, “It’s nothing.”

“Are you watching porn?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer anymore, instead he’s solely focused on trying to type a reply with his shaky fingers.

“You are, aren’t you?” Jimin makes a move to see what the younger male was staring at his phone so intently but Taehyung was quicker, hiding his phone instantly.

“I am not. Get out of my face, Jimin,” Taehyung pushes his face away roughly with an annoyed frown plastered on his face.

“Fuck, Taehyung. You didn’t have to fucking do that,” the elder male grunts irritatingly.

“Stop putting your nose where it doesn’t belong to,” Taehyung murmurs, once again ignoring Jimin.

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 12:52PM
come where?

“I’m going to bet my ass that you’re sexting.” He hears Jimin mutter but Taehyung only chooses to ignore it because his phone vibrates continuously with Eunhee’s contact name and picture plastered on the screen of his phone.

Saying that his heart almost leaped to his throat would be an understatement.

He doesn’t fucking know why he’s anxious and why he was panicky with the fact that his girlfriend was calling but he presses on the accept button quickly anyway.

“Eunhee,” Taehyung greets once he sets the speakers of his phone right against his ear. He shoots Jimin a look when the other male gives him an amused look.

“Tae!” Eunhee’s voice was light against his ears. “Can I have a favor from you, please? Please?”

“Yes, of course, babe. What is it?” He asks, heart rate slowly going down.

“I have a dinner party to attend with my family tonight and mom is asking to see you again. She says she misses you,” Eunhee laughs and even if it was coming from the other side of the line, Taehyung could still sense how radiant her laugh was.

“Mhm, sure. I have the night free. What time?”  Taehyung moves his attention from Jimin to the rowdy students making their way inside the cafeteria. “Do I need to wear a suit or something?”

“It’s a semi-formal party so a simple suit should be fine. And it will start around eight so we should be there by seven thirty in the evening. Also, Mom said I can go with you on the way there.” Eunhee blabbers, a thing she usually does that when she’s excited.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up around seven then because it might be traffic?”

Eunhee makes a sound of approval.

“Oh, wait, Taehyung. Before you hang up,” Eunhee says rapidly. “My brother’s asking if you were coming too, don’t know why but he probably enjoyed the dinner last week which is a good thing. I’ll tell him you said yes, yeah?”

Taehyung’s jaw constricts before looking at his food sternly, as though it was Jeongguk and he needed to throw it away. “Yeah. Sure.”

The second Taehyung sets his phone down, Jimin’s already giving him a teasing smile.

“Son, you are definitely going to get laid tonight. While wearing a god damn suit.”

“How come that’s always your fucking god damn line.”

___

 Turns out, the party wasn’t anything too extravagant or anything. It was a semi-formal dinner party in a classic venue. There were round tables that were draped with maroon and white silk linens and there was also a band stationed on the small stage in front of them who was playing a tune that felt unfamiliar to Taehyung’s ears.

“Are they here yet?” Taehyung asked, looking around. Everyone was dressed nicely, a few people wearing a few shimmering dresses.

“Mom said they are in… Table Twenty-One.” He heard Eunhee mutter.

“Taehyung-ah, Eunhee-ah.”

In the thick of the noise gathered inside the venue, Taehyung apprehends

the voice that he had registered in his mind so long ago to know who it is without turning his head to look. It’s always circumstances like this, Taehyung notices. Jeongguk always comes out in the most unexpected incidents.

“Jeongguk-oppa! I’m glad you’re here! We couldn’t see your table,” Eunhee reaches out to his brother for a hug and that’s the only time Taehyung decides to meet the other male’s eyes.

His heart pounds against his chest once he finds Jeongguk’s gaze. He was only wearing a simple suit but Taehyung wanted to know how he managed to look so fucking nice in it. His hair was also styled perfectly and parted in the middle, revealing a bit of his forehead, and the silvers of his earrings gleaming together with the lights. The elder was opening his arms for Eunhee but his eyes remained on Taehyung vehemently, making the younger fidget internally and breaking the gaze.

“Mom asked me to get you guys. Might get lost,” he hears Jeongguk laugh. “Nice to see you here, man. Did you drive here?”

Taehyung looks at him again to find a friendly expression he isn’t used to and a hand raised naturally for a possibly firm handshake. He had no choice but to shake the other’s hand while faking a genuine smile. The younger feels Jeongguk’s fingers linger on his palm carelessly but he decides to ignore it, pulling his hand away immediately before it feels like it’s burning.

“Yeah, I drove here.” Taehyung answers briefly, Jeongguk’s friendly smile slowly turning into a mocking one.

“That’s great. Don’t get too drunk then. You’d have to take my sister home,” Jeongguk replies and steps back. “I’ll lead the way to the table.”

When Jeongguk has his back on them, Eunhee hooks her arm on his boyfriend with a slight furrow on her eyebrows.

“Are you okay? You’re not normally this terse with people,” She asks worriedly, making Taehyung’s eyebrows raise slightly.

“No… Uh, it’s just- I’m kind of nervous actually.”

It’s not a full lie, he thinks. He wasn’t nervous until the man of the fucking night, Jeon Jeongguk, came. In the first place, Taehyung doesn’t know why he’s anxious every time he’s in a place that also has Jeongguk in it but he chooses not to think about it, pushing it at the back of his mind instead.

“You don’t have to be nervous, Tae. They all like you already,” Eunhee lets out a lax laugh and Taehyung just forces a smile on his lips even though his stomach was already going in knots.

“I guess.”

That was an hour ago.

Now, Taehyung was seated between Jeongguk and Eunhee with his whole form tense and attentive. He had already met Eunhee and Jeongguk’s parents again. They had greeted him with an embrace the second they saw Taehyung, not making said male feel better about the entity of the situation.

Everyone was solely focused on the person giving out the final speech on the stage and Taehyung feels bad to admit since that is the specific person who's handling the whole party. He knows that this was a party for a business friend of his girlfriend's family, Eunhee informed him a while ago, but he didn’t know the name of this person because his whole attention was focused on the presence beside him. And no, not Eunhee.

Jeongguk doesn’t move a lot. He sips from his wine every now and then, sure, although other than that he doesn’t really do anything else. His expression was blank and grim, Taehyung didn’t know if the other male was bored or if he was focused on the speech being given or something else entirely.

Taehyung continues to stare at the stage mindlessly, tracking the other’s actions through his peripheral vision and he sees Jeongguk pull his phone out—its brightness rather obvious because of the dark—and fiddles with it. The younger male doesn’t put any attention to it whatsoever, on the other hand, the moment he feels his phone vibrate against the pockets of his slacks he freezes and his heart rate starts to increase.

Taehyung’s fucking glad he had his phone on silent, that’s for sure.

He knows he shouldn’t be assuming, maybe it’s a text from Jimin asking how’s the whole dinner going, but when he senses his phone vibrating continuously against his thighs and Jeongguk, on his peripheral vision, continuing to fiddle with his phone with a small hint of smirk forming on his lips, there’s no mistaking it anymore.

“Jeongguk,” they both hear Jeongguk’s mother’s steely voice call out.

Taehyung was sure that he was about to shit his pants with his stomach sinking so fast on the ground and his palms starting to sweat but he was also sure that he should be feeling scared and not fucking thrilled yet that’s exactly what he’s feeling.

“Get off your phone.” His mother commands gravely and Taehyung sees Eunhee looks their way to see what was going on.

Jeongguk types something fast and Taehyung feels the object situated stiffly on his pockets vibrate again before the elder shuts his phone off with a sheepish look. “I’m sorry, mom. It was urgent.” His mother ignores him with a small frown on her face before turning her attention back to the stage.

Taehyung was practically itching to know what Jeongguk had texted him but he knows he shouldn’t be checking his phone here since firstly, Eunhee might see and secondly, it would be rude. So, he just waits for a few minutes before moving closer to his girlfriend.

“I’m going to the bathroom for a second. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure, of course. Do you need me to come with you?” Eunhee asks quietly.

“No, no. It’s fine. I saw the comfort room when we were on our way here. It’ll just be for a short time.”

Eunhee gives him a smile and he reciprocates with a grin before he was getting out of his seat, careful not to disturb anyone else watching the whole thing. He walks away hurriedly, having no time to see if the older male was looking at him.

His insides were burning and there was something forming in the bottom of his stomach that makes him eager and a bit desperate.

Once he finds himself a stall in the bathroom, Taehyung wastes no time in getting his phone and opening the lock screen instantly only to see a shit ton of messages all from Jeongguk. His stomach descends so fucking low when he reads the first thing the elder had sent.

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:29PM
you look so fucking good tonight baby

Taehyung absolutely hates how his stomach churns with that and how his cheeks were starting to flush at a single message but he can’t find it in himself to stop. He starts reading everything greedily, soaking up every text the other male had sent him while his girlfriend was literally beside him.

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:29PM
i cant stop thinking about how better you would look

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:29PM
if you were on your knees for me

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:29PM
with those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock?

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:30PM
fuck just the thought of it is driving me crazy

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:30PM
i miss having you underneath me baby

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:30PM
i miss fucking into you while you let out those cute whines being all pliant

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:30PM
hm, bet you’d like that, yeah?

If Taehyung said that he wouldn’t, absolutely not, like any of that, everyone would know that it was a blatant lie because his whole mind was starting to get hazy just thinking about it and he wants to fucking scream out loud in frustration about how forbidden and sinful of a thought that is but wanting it so badly nonetheless.

He shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t even think about it. But he does, so badly.

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 9:36PM
come to my place later?