“Are you okay, Taehyung?”

The brunet snaps out of his trance, quite a common circumstance ever since he had known of Jeon Jeongguk’s existence as Eunhee’s brother, almost glancing at the woman beside him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was driving. Eunhee sees it though, the way his body twitched when his name was called, but decides not to word it out.

“Yeah…” Taehyung trails off. “Just… kind of tired is all.”

“Mhm, understandable,” Eunhee chuckles. “You kind of drank a lot.”

Taehyung only smiles sheepishly. He doesn’t tell the reason why he decided to intake too much of alcoholic drinks earlier that it’s a miracle he still has his eyes wide open to this very moment.

“Do you want me to drive? I could stay back at your place tonight,” she offers lightly.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not too drunk,” Taehyung answers a little bit too hurriedly for an answer but Eunhee doesn’t put any attention to it, again. “Plus, I assured your parents I would take you home.”

“Just make sure you don’t get into an accident and keep your eyes open, alright.” A mumble comes out of the young woman’s lips as the car halts into a stop in front of her house.

“Of course, I will.” Taehyung smiles forcedly before ruffling his girlfriend’s hair. “Sleep well, baby.”

“I will, you too. Drive home safely,” Eunhee reminds after leaving a kiss on Taehyung’s cheek.

She goes out of the car, slamming the car door softly, and Taehyung’s proud of himself to say that even at this point of the night, he still had the decency to wait until Eunhee gets inside. The lights in the house were bright open but he didn’t make any move to go out of his car to at least greet his girlfriend’s parents because he was just too distraught of what happened earlier, instead choosing to drive away far from the said house after seeing his girlfriend safe inside.

Taehyung came back to nothing earlier after reading Jeongguk’s text message with his stomach convulsing with an ardent sensation the young man can’t name. Jeongguk had left the moment Taehyung came back to their table, telling his parents that his classmates needed him for something— contradicting the text message he sent the younger male right after he left, telling Taehyung that he’ll be waiting.

Jeon Jeongguk is, unfortunately, the only one who can unravel Taehyung with only the tips of his fingertips. Taehyung knew he shouldn’t want it, he knew he shouldn’t want Jeon Jeongguk more than anyone he yearned to taste before. But that’s exactly how he feels.

Although, we can’t have everything we want, can we?

Taehyung sighs languidly before turning his car’s ignition off—pushing the exchange he had with Jeon Jeongguk earlier at the back of his mind—after parking his car and getting his keys just seconds after. He gets out, slamming the car door rather sluggishly before making his way to the front of the apartment complex.

The guard greets him and the latter just smiles and salutes lazily before jogging his way to the elevator. God, he just wants to feel the warmth of his bed right now. He wants to sleep all the emotions and internal wars happening in his mind away.

However, the second he enters his apartment, he’s greeted with the sight of Jimin and Hoseok holding game controllers while making so much noise they could possibly get. Not that Taehyung’s surprised, since he could already hear the two from the outside. These two should be expecting a noise complaint anytime this night.

“Taehyung! Great night?” He hears Jimin ask with the same usual tone in his voice when he greets Taehyung. “Don’t even try and fucking cheat.”

Taehyung’s heart literally drops to the floor the second he heard the older male’s statement and, with wide eyes, he looks at his best friend quickly only to find that Jimin wasn’t looking at him and to Hoseok instead.

“I am not a cheater. You’re just losing,” Hoseok rolls his eyes.

Taehyung exhales shakily before forcing a smile out at his best friend.

“Uh y-yeah. Great night,” The younger male clears his throat while removing his shoes. “Did you guys eat already?”

Hoseok curses before nodding his head at Taehyung. “Yup. There’s some pizza left in the fridge, you can eat it but I’m assuming you already ate though.”

For the first time since never, Hoseok is kind to him and even if Taehyung wanted to tease his older friend about it, he cherishes sleep more so he just decides to brush it off.

“Yeah, I’ll go. Good night to the both of you.”

“Good night!” Jimin yells, eyes still set on the television screen. “Fuck you. I swear to God. You’re trying to cheat because I keep winning.”

The moment Taehyung comes inside his room, he slams the door shut roughly, drowning the noises his friends were making from the other side of the wall. His room radiated the same warmth it usually offers and after being in the cold for so long, he’s glad that he’s finally able to hide under his thick covers.

As he was taking his necktie off, Taehyung feels his phone vibrate twice in his back pocket and his heart practically leaps out of his throat at the thought of who it might be.

Taehyung closes his eyes for a second before letting go of his necktie slowly and getting his phone from his pocket. He clicks on the home button, immediately showing his lock screen and two unread messages. One from Eunhee and one from Jeongguk.

He decides to open Jeongguk’s first.

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 10:56PM
you know how to go here right, baby?

His stomach jolts the first time he manages to read the whole statement completely and he wastes no time to read it all over and over again and wonder how a single text could affect him this way. He bites his lower lip harshly, reminding himself that he can’t. He can’t get flustered over someone like this. No fucking way, Taehyung.

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 10:59PM
im not going there

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 11:00PM
just pls stop all this shit

He opens Eunhee’s message, seeing that his girlfriend only texted him a good night message and to text her if he was home so he does exactly just that. Before he hits the send button though, his phone vibrates and another text message notification from Jeongguk appears on top of his screen. He quickly sends his text message to Eunhee before opening the unread text while going to his bed and taking his necktie off completely.

From: Jeon Jeongguk – 11:01PM
hmm haha why should i stop? im clearly enjoying

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 11:02PM
are u seriously asking me why you should stop??

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 11:03PM
i wont do this to eunhee

To: Jeon Jeongguk – 11:03PM
i wont do this with you

Jeongguk doesn’t reply to that.

//

Firstly, Taehyung is glad that he’s studying in a university where the existence of Jeon Jeongguk is void so he could take his mind off from all the other male’s taunting actions but contradicting that, he’s also not glad that he’s studying in a university where the existence of Jeon Jeongguk is void because that means he’s always on edge, wondering if the other male will text him soon to provoke him or simply just make him feel.

But Jeon Jeongguk never replied, not even a period.

It’s been a week and two days.

Taehyung knows that he sounds like a fucking asshole and a fucking hypocrite because he was the one who rejected the other—because, obviously, it was the right thing to do—but it’s really as if he’s already gone, null and just… empty.

He can’t exactly put a finger on what he’s feeling and how he’s feeling this way but all he knows is he just wants. Wants something to happen. Wants to feel Jeongguk’s hot and enticing skin against his own all over again so that all of these desire and desperation can be over in an instant.

But he also knows how wrong it is to lust over someone else while you’re committed to a serious relationship. Taehyung has already reminded that to himself thousands of times but every time Jeon Jeongguk surfaces in his sight or even in his mind, he just—lets go.

“You don’t really look good these past few days. Are you okay?”

Taehyung blinks a few times before looking at the person right in front of him. His right hand was holding a spoon, with remnants of milk, right up in the air while Hoseok continued to study him with suspicious eyebrows. The blonde was getting something from the refrigerator across from Taehyung, who’s sitting down on a stool as he dips his own spoon to his cereals.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” Taehyung clears his throat, eyeing the already soggy Oreo bits because of being drowned in the milk for too long and grimacing upon the sight of it.

“I don’t believe that. What’s up,” Hoseok shakes his head at him, sporting an unamused look, before putting a box of frozen pizza right on top of the table and opening it to get a few slices to heat up thereafter.

“Nothing, really. Just school shit,” the younger male answers quietly, watching Hoseok do whatever the fuck the older male was doing.

It’s Friday and it’s already late, the evening news from the television playing in the background, while the lights from every building in Seoul continue to glisten outside the windows of their shared apartment.

“You don’t get stressed from school shit,” Hoseok drawls out, closing the microwave and facing Taehyung with a hand on his hip.

Taehyung knows that even if, most of the time, Hoseok is a douche and an asshole and a stuck-up human being, he can still be caring and soft at times so he’s not entirely shocked at how the older male seems worried.

“I am now,” Taehyung tries to force out a chuckle, sounding unsuccessful and sarcastic at the same time so he just puts a straight face on.

“Well then that’s great,” Hoseok smiles so widely, eyes crinkling, before continuing, “because you’re obviously not fucking okay.” His smile drops making Taehyung frown.

“You’re going with me tonight. You need a break.”

//

“It’s so fucking loud,” Taehyung complains to Hoseok while passing through the sea of people at the same time.

They’re in an unfamiliar house but it’s literally a fucking house. It can already be called a mansion because of its size and Taehyung hates to say it but if it’s a mansion then there are a lot of people as well since its size can accommodate a lot of people.

And Taehyung hates a house filled with sweaty and drunk people.

“Obviously, you’re in a fucking party, dumbass.” He hears Hoseok shout over the loud music and he could already see an eyeroll going with it.

“Let loose, seriously. You’ve been worrying and stressing a lot. You don’t have to work all the time,” the blonde-haired male yells to his ear once again. “Go do some body shots and get laid or something.”

“Excuse me? I’m dating someone, fuck you,” Taehyung frowns, the red light flickering over Hoseok’s face making it hard to focus on him.

His friend only laughs. “Oh, right. I forgot you were dating Hyuna.”

“Who the fuck is Hyuna. It’s Eunhee.”

“Whatever. Same thing, they sound the same,” Hoseok laughs again. “And that’s the exact reason why commitment ain’t shit for me. You can’t fucking do exciting things. I’m joining them over there, they’re doing body shots. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Hoseok, what the fuck,” Taehyung grasps the ends of Hoseok’s shirt, pulling him back. “You took me here and I literally don’t know anyone here so don’t you dare fuckin’ leave me.”

Hoseok groans, a displeased frown written all over his face. “I took you here to have fun but if you’re not joining me then I’m leaving you. You’re so boring.”

“Then I’m just going to join you but I won’t be doing body shots.” Taehyung offers, hopeful eyes peaking even through the dark.

“Fine. I doubt you won’t get kicked out though.” Hoseok continues walking away, leading Taehyung to the group of people sitting on the couch.

“Hoseok, dude, you’re here!”

Someone stands up, leaving their spot on the couch, just to greet Hoseok and so Taehyung lets go of his friend’s shirt, feeling ridiculously awkward at how he was clinging on the older male.

Amidst everyone greeting them both, welcoming them to the group, Taehyung feels someone stand right behind him so he turns around to see who it was only to be met with the sight of Jeongguk smiling as if he and Taehyung were close friends.

“You’re here too? Didn’t expect you to be here,” Jeongguk torments, a small smirk slipping on his lips.

He was too stunned to reply while staring at the male in front of him, who was wearing a white button up with its two first buttons unclasped—exposing a bit of his chest, that Hoseok beats him to it. “Wait, you guys know each other?”

Of course, he would be here. It’s a fucking party.

“Yeah, met him a year back. The party in my house, not sure if you remember. Been acquaintances since then,” Jeongguk lies smoothly, smiling over Hoseok.

“Ah, that one,” Hoseok says slowly, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m kidding, I don’t fucking remember. I go to many shit parties a year, Jeon. Don’t expect me to remember that party.”

“Can y’all sit the fuck down already. It’s tiring seeing you stand,” a man, who Taehyung recognizes as Jackson, yells whilst laughing.

Taehyung feels an arm swiftly securing its way to his waist, guiding him to where he should sit, and he doesn’t need to turn around to see that it was Jeongguk. He just lets it take him away and he ends up sitting next to the said male while Hoseok was seated across from him.

Fortunately, Jeongguk moves his hand away once they’re both seated. The game continues, with Taehyung declining politely every time it’s his turn since his focus was solely for the guy beside him and only for him.

Jeongguk wasn’t doing body shots either, only laughing along when something funny happens—like someone accidentally popping a boner—but other than that, he’s just sipping from his own cup of beer and watching everyone.

While many more rounds and hours pass, with a few people end up leaving the house together after taking body shots, they’re left with just around nine or eight people in the group, Taehyung and Jeongguk included. Hoseok left many rounds ago, leaving Taehyung, and obviously the brunet can’t be there while his friend was getting laid so he chose to suffer here instead.

He’s clearly not letting loose though, no alcohol intake through the night and all he wanted to do was go home. He knew he should be thanking Hoseok because this is a way for him to let go of the stress but what can he do if the lone reason of his stress was here, right beside him.

“Take a sip,” Jeongguk offers his cup, “you seem so stiff.”

The brunet’s eyes switch between the drink and to the guy offering it before accepting the cup languidly. “Thanks. I mean, not thanks for the ‘you seem so stiff’ because rude. But thanks… for the drink.”

Jeongguk only grins, shaking his head. Someone calls out his name, breaking the two out of their trance.

“Okay, Taehyung-ah, it’s your turn. I won’t take no for an answer,” a girl with cotton candy blue, so bright, calls his name with a smirk. “Do it with Jeongguk. I can practically feel the sexual between you two seeping over here.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at that and all the other people left in the group breaks into laughs and cheers. He senses the guy beside him push his head back ang laugh but he chooses to shake his head, face already flushing.

“Nope, you’re doing it. Don’t worry, it’s just all fun and games seriously. And I’ll choose a place where it’s innocent enough,” the same girl laughs, smiling devilishly, and something tells Taehyung that she is not going to pick a place where it’s innocent enough.

He was still staring at everyone with wide eyes and mouth hung agape while the cup that Jeongguk gave him seconds ago was already on the floor, beer leaking. They proceed on giving him the lime wedges and the shot glass to Jeongguk while the same girl was holding a small bottle where salt is stored inside.

“Why’re you not telling them you have a girlfriend? And that you won’t do this to her? Cat got your tongue, babe?” Jeongguk whispers to his ear, all the while holding the shot glass.

“Okay, Jeongguk, stop dirty talking already or what the shit ever. We’re on the roll.” The same girl says while sprinkling salt on her palm and walking over to where they are.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at everyone who was currently watching them, and he knows no one. Absolutely no one in here was going to the same university he and Hoseok are attending.

A hand on his thigh disturbs him and he looks at Jeongguk, staring back at him with an unreadable expression—one that he only once saw in his entire life.

“Tell me if you don’t want this, I’ll make them stop.”

Taehyung stares at him for a few seconds, before looking away and focusing on the girl holding the salt instead. She’s already right in front of them so Taehyung only looks up.

The hand on his thigh leaves the moment the girl starts speaking. “Okay, look up and lay back on the couch. I’m putting it—”

“Give it to me,” Jeongguk commands, offering his palm, and the girl quickly follows, passing the salt to his palm. The older male then switches his position, kneeling on the couch and over Taehyung. “Lay back, baby.”

 Taehyung does exactly what Jeongguk said, already lost to what his thoughts lead to, laying back on the couch and putting the lime wedge in between his lips while exposing his neck.

“Right under his jawline,” the girl squeaks out and Jeongguk listens to her, guiding Taehyung’s head to the left and putting the salt under the younger male’s jawline.

“Then you go—”

“I know what to do, Jiyeon-ah.”

The next thing Taehyung feels was the salt being placed by Jeongguk’s hands slowly and although he felt that some fell, he could still feel remains of it while Jeongguk looked down on him with a shot glass in hand.

He downs the shot in one go and quickly moves on Taehyung’s neck, his hot breath and pleasant scent immediately flooding the younger male’s senses and everything happens so quick that when he feels Jeongguk’s warm tongue against his skin, his hand comes flying up to Jeongguk’s hair to make him move closer and Jeongguk never fails to disappoint because he does exactly just that.

The older male shifts closer, wet tongue slowly licking on the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s neck where the salt is placed. Taehyung shivers at the fervid pleasure that surges within him. He could hear everyone who dared him to take body shots shouting but he had his eyes closed—openly enjoying what the male, who was literally on top of him now; hovering over him, was doing.

Jeongguk trails wet kisses from that juncture of his neck to his jawline, tongue soothing against Taehyung’s soft skin, until he reaches the younger male’s mouth. He then grabs the lime wedge using his teeth and pulls away. Taehyung flutters his eyes open just in time to see that Jeongguk was sucking on the lime while staring down at Taehyung heatedly.

“Okay, okay. Time to get a room,” Taehyung hears someone cackle and he blinks, trying to take in whatever shit that had happened.

Jeongguk throws the lime on a plastic container, grabbing Taehyung from the couch to make him stand up. “Trust me, Kihyun, we will and it’s going to be your fucking room.”

“Don’t use my room, for fuck’s sake!”

“Adios, motherfucker.”

He could still hear the same guy complaining about not using his room to fuck but Jeongguk’s already far gone, dragging Taehyung with him to the second floor. The music was starting to fade as they go further and further away only to stop in front of a wooden brown door.

Jeongguk opens the door quickly, only to find a couple making out heavily, and he sighs in frustration before shouting, “you two, get the fuck out!”

The girl shrieks, covering her bare chest because of the sudden interruption and the guy fucking jumps in surprise, almost knocking the girl’s head.

“What the fuck, bro? Get out—”

“Did you not hear what the fuck I just said? Get the fuck out!” Jeongguk yells.

The girl hurriedly wears her tank top while the guy buttons his pants quickly when they both notice who they were talking to. They rush out of the room and Jeongguk doesn’t waste a single second, closing the door and locking it then slamming Taehyung against it firmly, arms on his waist.

Taehyung only groans, both hands on each side of Jeongguk’s face, as he feels the other’s warm lips moving against his own. The kiss was desperate, hungry. It was as if Jeongguk was starved and the only way to fulfill that is kiss Taehyung.

“You want me to fuck you here? Right against this door?” Jeongguk’s raspy voice surfaces, mouth moving against his lips but not kissing Taehyung.

“I—”

“Or do you want my cock to fill you up nice and slow while pushing you against the mattress?” He smirks and Taehyung looks so wrecked already yet they’ve barely done anything.

“God, fuck yes, Jeongguk. Please,” Taehyung whines into the older male’s mouth, closing his eyes because of the humiliation, of confessing to such a thing, burning down on his neck.

It was when all their clothes were on the floor and Taehyung was lying on his stomach, cheek pressed right onto the pillow while lewd whines were flowing out of his lips, legs spread apart and ass high up in the air with Jeongguk continuously flicking his tongue against rim, releasing vigorous groans at how the other tastes when they both hear Taehyung’s phone ring.

He doesn’t register it at first, too far lost in how Jeongguk is making him feel, but then the older male pulls away making Taehyung whine louder at the loss.

“Jeongguk, please—”

“Answer it,” Jeongguk demands, throwing the phone right beside Taehyung.

“W-what?” Taehyung stares at his own phone, seeing it was Eunhee calling and it was like a bucket of ice was poured onto him but Jeongguk holds his thighs apart and continues what he’s doing, eating Taehyung out like a fucking starved man.

“Answer it, Taehyung, or I’ll stop.”

Taehyung heaves out a frustrated sigh, before pressing the accept button. He puts the phone to his ear and almost moans out loud when Jeongguk’s warm tongue starts to enter his hole.

“Fuck,” he mouths against himself, trying to restrict any noise.

“Taehyung! Hi, you haven’t been answering my calls,” Eunhee’s voice comes flooding his senses, but was still overpowered by how Jeongguk’s tongue feels.

“I-I uhm… Yeah. I’m at a p-party,” Taehyung hisses when Jeongguk slips his tongue out only to graze a stripe from his balls to his hole.

“Oh, uh, okay! Are you good? Or drunk? Do you need me to pick you up tonight?”

Taehyung curses silently. “No, no. Just slipped. I’m in the b-bathroom.”

“You don’t sound good, Tae. Are you sure?”

Jeongguk spreads his cheeks further, warm tongue pushing in faster now and Taehyung’s lips were very swollen that it could bleed anytime soon because of biting too much to prevent any noise from coming out.

“Y-yes. I’m sure. I just had… too much to drink, seriously.”

“Oh, okay?” Eunhee says, sounding unsure but still cheerful nonetheless. “Although, I’ll see you tomorrow! Enjoy tonight, babe!”

“I-I will. I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all good! I’m going to hang up now.”

Taehyung drops his phone to the floor, sighing in relief as he pushes his ass back to Jeongguk’s mouth to get more of what the other is already giving him. Already forgetting the phone call he just had.

“Such a good boy, baby. Only for me, right?”

Taehyung feels Jeongguk thumb his rim, making him shift and groan.

He doesn’t feel worry. He doesn’t feel disgusting. He could only feel the desire and profound longing, that Jeongguk continues to feed, simmering at the bottom of his stomach.

So, he nods.

“Only for you.”