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Taehyung wouldn’t say there are a lot of things in the world he truly hates .

Sure, he comes across many things that he dislikes or that annoy him in his day-to-day life. Maths, slow walkers, the smell of petrol, babies crying, mud on his brand-new sneakers and so on. 

But there’s nothing in the world he hates more than Jeon Jeongguk.

Now, he knows that hate is a very strong word. But he also doesn’t know how else to describe what he feels as soon as he sees Jeongguk or even hears his name. Anger, disgust, frustration, and contempt; a mixture of all these emotions erupts in his body the second he’s in the presence of the man. 

It’s not like it’s not mutual though. Both he and Jeongguk stand on the same page when it comes to their enmity. Not a day has gone by where their being in the same room hasn’t ended up in a massive argument or a war of taunts being thrown back and forth. And he doesn’t even know how it started.

Well , he sort of has an idea. 

The first time he saw Jeon Jeongguk was three years ago, on the first day of his second year in his bachelor's. He distinctly remembers being unusually excited for the class, Debating Development, knowing that it’s the only one in his horrible schedule where he doesn’t have to spend his night mugging up 2-page answers. He always had a flair for arguing without losing his cool so he knew this was going to be a piece of cake.

Until he had his first debate with the spawn of Satan himself. 

What was only meant to be a fun, first practice debate turned out to be a full-on dispute. It was just his luck that the topic for his one-on-one discourse was something he was a tad bit sensitive about, ‘should modern or abstract be regarded as the same level as other art forms?’ 

Taehyung, who’s always been an abstract artist himself, was taken aback when the opposing party, a boy with big, shiny eyes hidden behind thick glasses and bunny teeth peeking through, flat-out said no without elaborating any further. Even though he’d kept his cool back while giving his arguments at first, the boy’s complete disregard for what he was saying and the snobbish way he defended his side pissed him off more than he thought it would. Every point Taehyung made was met with a snide scoff or an undermining smile that left his blood boiling.  The next he knew they both had lost their cool and were defending themselves with raised voices that made everyone in the room, including their teacher, send uncomfortable glances to each other.

Safe to say they were never paired up for a debate ever again but that didn’t stop the two from voicing out their distaste for all of their future arguments in the class. Every time Taehyung thought he made a strong point, Jeongguk would scoff loudly from his seat or during Jeongguk’s debates, Taehyung would audibly sigh even if the argument wasn’t half bad.

Their class together ended after a year but the hostility between them didn’t. 

Every now and then they would find each other at a college event or a party and it would never end well. Their rivalry was pretty well-known in their university, phones documenting every single one of their antagonistic interactions. Anyone could probably find a few of their worst fights on YouTube easily.

They’ve been at it for years now and neither of them is willing to stop, no matter how childish or petty it is. Taehyung cannot wait to graduate this year and never see that insufferable face ever again.

If you graduate this year , the nasty voice in his head taunts him as he smacks the ball flying towards him with his bat. 

He ignores it for the 27th time that day despite knowing how right it is.

He should’ve graduated last year along with all his friends. But ever since he joined the university’s baseball team he’s been distracted from his studies, hardly having the time to attend classes and open his textbook at night after dragging himself home after an exhausting day of non-stop practice. He’s the team’s star player and has constantly appeared on local newspapers and news channels. And although he’s been scouted for the national team multiple times, the basic requirement for him to train under them is for him to graduate.

Which he can’t thanks to baseball. Ironic, isn’t it?

Thwack! The last ball from the machine hits the wall, signalling the end of his practice once it peaks and falls around the outfield. He lets out a long breath, dropping his bat to the ground to wipe off the sweat on his face with his cap. The chilly breeze blows past him, ruffling his damp hair and indicating the arrival of autumn and a reminder of the new school year starting in a week.

He needs to graduate this year so he can start training with the national team coaches. He’s been dreaming about this moment for too long, ever since he was six and he held a baseball bat for the first time. Almost everything is in place except for this one obstacle.

All he has to do is pass these classes he has for his final semester. Then Taehyung can fulfil his dream and leave this place, finally becoming something in a sport he cares so dearly about. 

Taehyung walks into the locker room, getting hit with the awful amalgamation of cheap deodorant and sweat. He scrunches his nose in disgust as he struts up to his locker, hoping to change as quickly as possible and escape it. He checks his phone. Maybe he can study a little tonight, get a little prepared for the semester–

A loud, cluttering sound breaking through the silence startles him. No one else is supposed to be here since he’s the only one allowed to practise in the holidays after getting special permission from their coach. One hand over his hammering heart and the other clenched in a fist to defend, he tiptoes towards the source of the noise, hoping it’s an animal or a bird messing with the equipment.

What if their disgusting locker room is actually haunted? What if he’s making a huge mistake by walking towards the danger just as those stupid horror movie characters?.

The distinct smell of floor cleaner invades his nose as he walks closer to the showers. He sees a bucket full of dirty water in the middle of the floor and gulps. Oh, it was probably just a janitor. 

Why is Taehyung such a scaredy cat? Maybe he should stop watching those serial killer documentaries late at night–

“Aahh!” he yells out as he feels someone grab his shoulder from behind. Holy fuck. He’s done for, isn’t he? This is how he meets his demise. In a stupid locker room that smells like unwashed ass and smelly feet, without ever getting the chance to play baseball for world championships. “Please don’t kill me,” he begs without turning around with his hands clasped in the prayer position, hoping his wavering voice is enough to change his melancholic fate.

He hears a familiar scoff behind him. “If I truly wanted to kill you, I’d have done it years ago,” a voice speaks behind him and it takes everything in him to not groan in exasperation. 

Taehyung’s eyes flash open. Just his fucking luck, huh? 

“Jeon,” he sighs, turning to face the last person he wanted to see at the moment, hoping the goosebumps on his skin go away quickly. “What the fuck are you doing here?” It’s late and this is the locker room, not the library or computer room where this snivelling loser usually hangs around. 

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Cleaning the floor. I’m sure your dirty ass has never heard of it.”

Taehyung scoffs. He’s very clean, thank you very much. “You’ve never even seen my ass. How do you know if it’s dirty?”

Jeongguk stays silent for a second, eyes flicking to Taehyung’s rear end for a second so short he’s sure he imagined it. His glasses seems to be missing today and it makes the shine in his eyes more prominent. “Care to show it to me, then?”

The older is rendered speechless for a moment. Jeongguk has been doing this a lot for the past few days, passing remarks so bizarre during their arguments that sound too similar to flirting . And although everyone in the university knows Jeongguk’s interest in men, he’s sure the younger knows Taehyung is straight. Even if he wasn’t, why the fuck would Jeongguk flirt with him ?

He’s taunting him, trying to get a reaction out of him. There’s no other reasonable explanation.

“Shut up,” Taehyung finally says, cringing at his lame attempt at a retort. He watches the other walk past him towards the mop and bucket and wring the mop of the excess water with a dismissing roll of his eyes. “Why are you cleaning, anyways? Need money this bad?”

Taehyung knows it’s a new low, even for him. He never brings in their financial condition during arguments and he feels bad as soon as he says it. 

But Jeongguk looks unfazed as he starts cleaning the floor. “Not everyone is a money-hungry asshole like you,” he says, sounding done with the conversation. “The janitors are on strike so the student council thought we’d help them out a little bit.”

Of course Jeongguk is on the student council. What a nerd.

But a part of Taehyung is impressed at them taking such a sweet initiative. Not that he’ll ever let Jeongguk know it.

“I’m not a money-hungry asshole,” Taehyung replies, crossing his arms. Sure, he grew up well off but he isn’t some slimy tycoon benefitting off the backs of others through exploitation. 

“If not yet, you will be soon,” Jeongguk says, eyes on him while he absentmindedly scrubs at a particular stain on the ground. “Isn’t your father a huge businessman? I’m sure you’ll be walking in his steps in no time.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “You don’t know shit about me. I’m not joining my dad’s business, I’m playing baseball professionally.”

Jeongguk pauses his tidying, resting his arms atop the wooden rod of the mop. “Is that so?” he asks in that snobbish, belittling voice of his, the one that drives Taehyung crazy. He’s pretty sure he’s heard the same voice in his nightmares a few times. “I’m sure Kim Taeshik isn’t too happy about it, given how you’re his only son.”

Taehyung wants to ask him how he knows so much about his family but Jeongguk doesn’t let him.

“And professional baseball?” he asks, voice taunting. “Don’t you have to actually pass all your exams for that?”

Taehyung’s fists ball at his sides until they’re white. He falls silent, knowing he doesn’t have much to argue back. He can’t even make fun of Jeongguk’s grades in return, knowing he comes at the top of his batch every single time while Taehyung struggles to float in the lower middle.

Jeongguk tilts his. “You know, I can help you. Tutor you for some of the subjects that we have in common.” His lips tilt upwards into a mocking grin. Taehyung’s chin pulls back. For a split second, the offer feels legitimate. But then Jeongguk opens his ugly mouth once more.  “All you have to do is beg, sweetheart.”

Fuck. Him. 

Taehyung takes a deep breath to prevent himself from exploding completely. He’s had it with Jeongguk. It’s been years of non-stop arguments and insults thrown back to back and he’s done with the atrociousness of it. Today is the day he’s going to finish what they started all those years ago.

Walking towards him without meeting his gaze, Taehyung strides along the just-cleaned floor, ignoring the disgruntled click of Jeongguk’s mouth and watching his shoes leave muddy footprints on the wet tile. He doesn’t wait for Jeongguk’s reaction before kicking the bucket of dirty water in front of him.

It gives him a sadistic zap of pleasure to see the chocolate-coloured water spill on the blue floor beneath them, the grin on Jeongguk’s face being replaced by anger. He stares at the liquid flowing under his shoes, staining his white soles a dirty brown. Taehyung can see his hands grip the broom handle until the poor thing almost splinters and he gulps. 

Whatever. Taehyung is not scared of him.

“Kim,” Jeongguk says, voice deeper than Taehyung’s ever heard him use, “what the fuck is your problem?”

Taehyung tries not to flinch at the sudden swearing. Jeongguk has never cussed in their arguments before and he used to think it’s because his dorky ass was too pure to use it or whatever. It sounds so foreign coming out of his mouth in that raspy yet honeyed voice of his and he feels an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach that he can’t quite describe.

Taehyung scoffs as he stands his ground. “What do you mean what’s my problem ? Isn’t it obvious?”

Jeongguk takes a step closer to him, eyes a little red and jaw ticked. “No, it’s not actually. I’ve been wondering for the past few years about the reason for you constantly arguing with me and insulting me when I’ve done nothing to you.”

The jock takes a step closer to him, the water under him creating a ripple sound. “ Nothing ? Do you seriously think you’re this angel on earth and I’m some deranged sociopath who has fun torturing you?”

Jeongguk shrugs, and it only worsens his anger. How can he stay so nonchalant? “Your words, not mine.”

Taehyung doesn’t know what possesses him when he charges at the other, grabbing him by the collar of those horrible baggy shirts he prefers to wear even though they’re two sizes bigger than him. “I am so fucking sick of your condescending, holier-than-thou attitude, pretending like you’re better than everyone cause you get good grades. You think you're the shit, when in reality you’re a sad little nerd who has no friends because no one likes him due to his snotty, know it all personality.”

Jeongguk looks surprised for a few seconds at the sudden attack until he narrows his eyes. And in the next second, Taehyung’s back hits one of the lockers with a loud thunk! echoing across the empty locker room, Jeongguk’s thick fingers grasping his throat.

And his mind goes completely blank. 

What the fuck. What the actual fuck .

Taehyung had first seen Jeongguk four years ago. Black hair neatly cut, thick glasses resting atop a nose too big for his face, scrawny body and huge, curious eyes. He always wore baggy clothes that were too big on him and he never took an interest in sports or any extracurricular activity held by their university. He barely attended parties and left the ones he did way too early. He was a loser, a nobody, another face just blending into the crowd. 

The Jeongguk that stares right into Taehyung’s eyes, their faces inches apart, seems different from the version he remembers. When did his hair get longer, now falling gently over his forehead? When did his jaw, that’s clenched so tightly now, get so prominent? When did his face lose all its baby fat and become so mature? When did he ditch his straight trousers for baggy cargo pants and beanies to match? Since when did Taehyung start giving a flying fuck about Jeongguk’s looks or wardrobe?

How the fuck is Jeongguk’s grip on him so strong? As far as he knows, Jeongguk stays away from anything athletic, so where is all this strength coming from? Why can’t Taehyung, who always spent an hour in the gym daily, match this supposedly lanky man? It’s like his limbs are glued against the locker. 

“I can’t believe you’re the one calling me a condescending know-it-all, Kim,” Jeongguk sneers, hot minty breath hitting Taehyung’s face. Fuck, they’re standing too close. “You, who possesses all the requirements for the rude asshole jock stereotype  in those American movies and TV. Rich dad, bitchy attitude, dumb as a rock, going through girls like their lives depended on it, all that jazz. You make fun of anyone and everyone who isn’t in the same social class as you are, thinking you’re soooo cool because you were born with a jewel-encrusted spoon in your mouth and have so many friends, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing special.” 

Taehyung feels his chest heave, the words hitting him like punches to the gut. As if Jeongguk took every hidden insecurity and threw it right back in his face. It’s infuriating. Beads of sweat collect on his forehead.

“Shut up,” is all he can muster out but Jeongguk pays no heed to his warning. 

His face turns to a pitying expression. “You know what I think? I think those people aren’t even close to being your friends. All they know is how to lick your ass hoping that your status and money will grant them some respect in their lives. But when they realise that you don’t possess the same intelligence and greatness as your father, they’re going to leave you. And you’ll be all alone, just like me .” He lets out a breath, giving him time to take every single bullet fired from his mouth.

Jeongguk moves a little closer to him, leg brushing against his but then pauses, eyes wide open as he steps back just a little, the grip around his neck tightening for a second. “I cannot believe this,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Are you– fuck– are you hard right now?”

“What?” Taehyung gasps out, eyes flicking down to his crotch and widening in horror when he realises that Jeongguk is right and he is, in fact, hard while he’s getting choked by his nemesis.

Okay, what the actual fuck is going on?

Jeongguk lets out a deep, mocking chuckle. “Wonder what elicited such a reaction out of you.” He leans in and Taehyung can smell his deep, musky cologne. He almost shivers. “Was it the yelling? Was it the degrading words?” He tightens the grip around his throat slightly until Taehyung lets out a hiss. “Or was it the choking, sweetheart?”

Taehyung does not like the way his skin gets covered in goosebumps the minute he says that. 

“It’s a natural bodily reaction. Something your erectile function dick wouldn’t know of,” he warns yet his body doesn’t cooperate, even when the hold loosens. He nearly groans out loud. How much more embarrassment does it need to finally move and run away to some faraway village to settle so no one can know his pathetic self?

Jeongguk simply grins, the fingers of his other hand tracing the bulge before slightly pressing. A pleasurable shudder ripples through Taehyung and he clamps his mouth shut before some humiliating sound comes out. “Oh, don’t you worry about my bodily reactions. I can assure you my dick is fully functional in times of need.” His gaze darkens, falling on Taehyung’s lips for a second. “Want to confirm, pretty?”

Oh, fuck . That nickname. 

No one has ever called Taehyung pretty before. Handsome, dashing, charming, sexy, even. But never pretty. Why the fuck is his cock getting heavier in his pants? Why is his body reacting to Jeongguk– to a man like this? He’s always thought that men were attractive. Now, who hasn’t had crushes on Gong-Yoo or Henry Cavil as a teenager? Every guy, right? So what if his cock had stirred in interest when a guy had sat on his lap the entire ride to one of their matches? That doesn’t have to mean anything. 

His body warming up and his breathing getting heavier as Jeongguk’s voice deepens and his eyes staring at him sultrily don’t have to mean anything.

The urge to silence Jeongguk with his lips doesn’t have to mean anything .

“Shut. Up.” Taehyung warns, voice shakier than he’d like.

Jeongguk pulls back the hand on his throat and cocks his head to the side with a tilt to his lips. “Why? You scared I’ll tell someone what happened here today? That Kim Taehyung, the most popular straight jock in the university got turned on by loser nerd Jeon Jeongguk wrapping his fingers around his neck?”

There it is again. That snarky, arrogant tone that makes Taehyung’s blood boil. His fists ball to the side again, his breathing heavier than normal. His body urges him to do something, anything to shut Jeongguk up, to quieten the roar of confusing thoughts swirling in his head. 

He knows every thing he does has consequences. He knows that once he actually sits and dissects what happened today he might spiral out of control, that it might change his life and how people view him forever.

But that’s not what he cares about at the moment. All he cares about is wiping that smug grin off Jeongguk’s face somehow. 

“I won’t tell a soul about what just happened,” he shrugs mockingly. “All you have to do is get on your knees and beg– mmph! ” 

It’s so utterly satisfying to Taehyung, the sound of surprise coming from Jeongguk as he smashes their lips together.

***

Jeongguk doesn’t register the soft lips on his mouth until their owner pulls back. 

He stares at Taehyung moving away from him, eyes wide in horror or surprise, he doesn’t know. His chest moves up and down rapidly as his face turns redder by the second, all the while Jeongguk tries to absorb the pressure of his enemy’s lips on his own. 

What the fuck just happened?

Jeongguk’s lips are wet, reeling from the pressure of having something pressed against it. His body is rigid with surprise as he tries to figure out how on earth things escalated to the point of Taehyung kissing him when they were just arguing seconds ago. 

Taehyung touches his lips which are now shiny with spit, his own or mixed with Jeongguk’s. The thought stirs his cock inside his pants and he gulps. He was just teasing the other, that’s all. He hadn’t expected Taehyung to get hard from such a simple thing, someone who he was sure was straight nor had he expected him to kiss him. And judging by the stunned look on his face, Taehyung hadn’t expected those things either. 

But unlike Taehyung, Jeongguk is very much gay . And as much as he’d tried to deny it before, finds Taehyung insanely attractive. He realised it a few months before, during an argument where he had just returned from a baseball match and Jeongguk had felt the sudden urge to grab his delicious-looking ass right then and there. You know, just give it an experimental squeeze. Confirm if it’s as fleshy and squishable as he’s thought before in his most shameful moments in the shower.

He still hates his guts, make no mistake. He would still very much like to put him in his place once in a while. He just wishes to argue with Taehyung sometimes while he’s bent over and Jeongguk is fucking into him, letting out all that pent-up frustration with each thrust–

Both of them stay frozen to the spot, eyes wide and hands trembling from anticipation. They know that once either of them takes that step, the one that changes their whole dynamic forever, there’s no going back. Jeongguk desperately wants to be the one who takes it. But he knows how much of a whirlwind Taehyung’s mind must be right now, how confused he must be. So even if his hands are itching to grab Taehyung and kiss him until he’s sick of it, he needs Taehyung to be sure first.

He takes a slow, hesitant step towards him, checking if the other moves back. Taehyung sees him approach but doesn’t move, only choosing to avert his gaze while his cheeks turn pinkish. 

Huh. Jeongguk didn’t expect Taeyung to be so shy. 

He closes in on him until their faces are inches apart and Jeongguk can feel Taehyung’s shaky breath on his skin. He lifts his chin until their gazes meet. “Taehyung,” he says, the name sounding foreign but pleasant on his tongue. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, knowing he understood the vague question.

He sees him gulp and hold his stare for a few seconds before he nods.

“Fuck, come here,” Jeongguk whispers under his breath before joining their lips once more, hands automatically holding his face. 

The kiss isn’t gentle or soft by any means. It’s rough and harsh, borderline animalistic, as they both pour in years of bottled tension and frustration. It’s all teeth and spit and huffs of air as Jeongguk tilts his head and shoves him on one of the locker doors, his hands lowering to grab Taehyung’s surprisingly small waist.

Jeongguk slowly slides his hands down his back, stopping to wrap them around the rounds of Taehyung’s ass. The older lets out a little moan when Jeongguk finally squeezes the two cheeks and gasps in between their hard-working mouths. 

Shit, they feel so much better than he’d ever imagined.

“Such a good ass,” he mumbles in between their non-stop kisses, ignoring how it must sound to Taehyung. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind much as he loops his arms around his neck when Jeongguk slips his tongue inside. Taehyung tastes sweet like one of those fruity lollipops he always has in his mouth. Jeongguk had always hated watching Taehyung eating them, his grin looking cockier as he took those out of his mouth with a loud, obnoxious pop like he was completely unaware of how bad it was affecting him. 

It makes him suddenly realise that they’re actually kissing , that he’s locking lips with someone who he considered his number one nemesis and nuisance in his life for the past 4 years. That he’s tasting the lollipops that pissed him off inside Taehyung’s mouth and Taehyung is now desperately grabbing onto his hair like a lifetime that he once called greasy. That the one thing he never imagined happening is reality. 

The realisation sends a pleasurable sensation through his half-hard cock as does the pull on his hair when Jeongguk ruts his crotch against Taehyung’s in a particularly rough way. The two separate with a gasp from the older, eyes clenched shut, chest rising and falling rapidly and forehead slightly sweaty. 

Fuck , what a sight he is. All red-cheeked and dishevelled. Jeongguk tries to control himself but the urge to bend Taehyung over and let him fucking have it is almost too strong to handle. 

Taehyung opens his eyes, now heavy-lidded and pooled with lust. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice all raspy and already sounding fucked out, even though all they have done is make out for a few minutes.

Jeongguk glances at his swollen, red-bitten lips and the view goes straight to his cock. “What do you want me to do?”

Taehyung averts his gaze. “I only have a basic idea of how it works but…” he gulps, Adam's apple bobbing shakily as his voice gets murkier. “Will you fuck me?”

Jeongguk almost collapses on the dirty floor upon hearing those words. Kim Taehyung wants to get fucked by him? 

He raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever bottomed before?”

Taehyung shakes his head, still looking away. “No, but I want to try.” He turns back to him with a glint of mischief in his already hazy eyes. “If your tiny cock can manage to.”

Jeongguk scoffs, shaking his head. “Your words are going to bite you back in the ass.” He leans in next to his ear, biting the earlobe gently while handling the curve of his waist like he already knows it. “If I don’t end up biting it first.” He whispers sensually, tracing the shell of ear with his tongue and feeling the other shiver against him. 

Taehyung pulls back, aligning their mouths together once more. “The nurse’s room has a bed,” he instructs before joining their lips again, this time not waiting before slipping his tongue inside Jeongguk’s mouth.

It doesn’t truly sink in for Jeongguk that they’re about to fuck. Sure, fantasising about fucking a presumably straight man is fun. But actually doing it, especially when the said man is someone you claim to hate is something else entirely. 

He focuses on the soft tongue in his mouth, running deep along his own in the middle of the musty locker room. Jeongguk traces the underside of Taehyung’s lip, smirking when he moans into his mouth all wanton and desperate. It sort of fits him to be all whiny and pliant in Jeongguk’s arms after acting so high and mighty during every argument. Jeongguk wants him closer. Wants to feel Taehyung even more. 

He positions his hands behind Taehyung’s thighs for a second before picking him up. Taehyung yelps between their kiss and his muscly arms tighten around Jeongguk’s neck. “What the fuck,” he rasps after parting. “How the fuck are you able to hold me like this?”

Their lips brush in between, just millimetres away from connecting again.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he starts walking towards the nurse’s office. “What, you thought I’m always going to be the same, scrawny kid from years ago?” He adjusts his hold on him when he feels Taehyung’s legs lock around his waist, revelling in the gasp it earns him. “Less talking, more kissing.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You’re so insufferable,” he groans before contradicting himself and kissing him, one of his hands touching the hair on the back of Jeongguk’s nape.

Shit . That shouldn’t feel as good as it does. The action is too intimate for their supposed frustration-fueled sexcapade but the way Taehyung’s fingers twine around the delicate strands is electrifying . 

He needs to get this over with as soon as possible to get rid of the tension that always seems to exist in between them once and for all. Taehyung is graduating this year after which Jeongguk never has to see his annoying snobby face ever again. 

The thought doesn’t flip his stomach in excitement like it used to before.

This being a one-time thing should be beneficial, right? Definitely much more than actually going forward with whatever the fuck their relationship has turned into. 

Jeongguk pushes open the thankfully unlocked door to the nurse’s office. He pulls back for a second to locate the bed only to be pulled in again by his collar, something he finds so terribly hot. 

Doing his best not to bump into anything, he manoeuvres over to the bed and places Taehyung on the bed, stumbling a little when he tugs Jeongguk down without warning. Their lips never stop kissing, their hands never stop touching, their hips never stop grinding against each other. It’s as if the moment they stop for more than a minute they’re going to get crushed by the reality of their actions and have to face the consequences. Jeongguk doesn’t know what he’s going to do when this ends.

You can still stop, a voice yells in his head, trying to shake him out of his stupor, disconnecting their lips for a moment

But with the way Taehyung sharply takes a breath when Jeongguk starts pressing open-mouthed kisses on the column of his throat, he just doesn’t think he can stop what they started anymore.

He doesn’t know if he wants to stop it and that part scares him the most. 

Jeongguk’s lips find a particular spot, right by a pulse point, and suck the soft skin into his mouth. He can feel Taehyung go boneless underneath him, nails digging into the meat of his upper arm, and the brief pain inches him further. Still panicking about not wanting to stop, he ends up sucking a little too hard. 

Taehyung’s  hand harshly grabs Jeongguk’s hair and tugs. “Did you just leave a mark?”

Jeongguk sits back on his knees, raising an eyebrow. He stares at the obvious mark; pink-ish red against caramel skin, and it’s fucking gorgeous. He wants to make more but Taehyung can’t know that. 

“Why, the previous girls in your bed didn’t give you hickeys?”

Taehyung opens his mouth to answer but clamps it shut when Jeongguk decides to take off polo t-shirt right then. 

Now, Jeongguk remembers being a scrawny kid in high school and the first couple of years into his degree. He’d gotten bullied for it plenty, the other guys mocking and pestering him for his build during gym class or whenever they’d see him around campus. It’s what made him finally join the gym far away from his campus where jocks like Taehyung wouldn’t bother him and he can work on himself in peace.

Now that he’s a lot stronger, he isn’t the type to show it off in some over-masculine cock-fight like the testosterone fueled meatheads that occupy this school. Jeongguk wanted to improve himself for himself. 

Although he's not going to lie, he really enjoys Taehyung’s shocked observations about his toned body. 

“What the fuck,” Taehyung whispers under his breath as his eyes rake up and down Jeongguk’s torso but he manages to hear it. Grinning, he hovers his upper half over the man under him. “When did you get so fucking ripped?” he asks, tracing his finger down the ridges of his abs. He looks completely awestruck, eyes a little dazed.

“You’re acting like you haven’t seen a pair of abs before,” Jeongguk grins, knowing damn well why the other looks so surprised.

Taehyung shakes his head, still seemingly a little stunned. “Yeah, but they were never attractive to me,” he replies, eyes widening when he realises. 

Jeongguk is sure his smile is fucking smug as he lowers his face near Taehyung’s ear. “You find my body attractive, pretty?” So confident despite the way his stomach lurched at the statement. 

Taehyung stutters out an answer, momentarily distracted by Jeongguk pressing teasing little kisses along his jaw. “I did–didn’t say that.”

Jeongguk smiles against his neck, tracing the tip of his nose along the warm skin. “Now what’s the point in lying? Come on, we both know I have a great body. I work really hard for it, I deserve to hear some praise.” He raises his head slightly, staring into Taehyung’s heavy gaze. “Especially from someone who pretends to hate my guts all the time.”

“I don’t pretend –” Taehyung starts to protest, but is silenced by Jeongguk’s lips who suddenly feels impatient as he tugs on the other’s slightly damp t-shirt, itching to feel the skin underneath. They break their kiss for a second to discard the garment before resuming like untamed wild animals, gasping and licking and touching everywhere. 

He smirks when it takes the older no time in splaying his large hand on his stomach, rubbing his hands all over them hungrily. Looks like Taehyung has a thing for muscles and well-built bodies.

Taehyung lets out a little sigh in Jeongguk’s mouth as he starts trailing his hand up Taehyung’s abdomen, tracing the faint abs. He loves that even if Taehyung plays baseball every day and frequently visits the gym there’s still a bit of softness to his proportions, a little curve to his waist and squish on his tummy. He curbs the urge to press kisses on it. 

A person fucking his life-long enemy wouldn’t want to softly kiss his belly.

Jeongguk feels the circumference of Taehyung’s neck with his fingers, squeezing the sides once, before travelling down to his heaving chest. 

He unbuttons Taehyung’s pants with one hand, the other slightly teasing his nipples to test his reaction. The player shivers, moaning a little when his two fingers catch the bud. “Feels weird,” he whispers, clenching his eyes when Jeongguk twists the nub slightly, holding back a twitch of pleasure.

“Good weird or bad weird?” Jeongguk asks before pausing his actions. He moves off him to make sure even though his brain is screaming no. “Need you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any given time, hmm? Or just tap my thigh thrice.”

“Good weird,” Taehyung affirms, pecking Jeongguk’s lips softly. His heart skips a beat as Taehyung opens his eyes, grinning cheekily. “Wow, didn’t know you’d be such a gentleman, Jeon,” he bites on the other’s bottom lip teasingly. 

Jeongguk’s lips tilt upwards. “Don’t get so used to it, darling.” He muses, still barely brushing their lips together in the haze of bated breaths and heavy gazes. 

Taehyung smirks back, eyes holding more playfulness than their usual hostility. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their lips meet once more as Jeongguk gets rid of Taehyung’s pants in one go, hands immediately grabbing his ass, squeezing it like a stress ball. “You have such a great ass, fuck ,” he moans out as he gives it a gentle slap, relishing Taehyung’s gasp. “Always knew it’d feel fucking perfect in my palms.”

“Seems like you thought about my ass a lot,” Taehyung mocks but Jeongguk is too far gone to deny it anymore.

“Of course I did, it’s the only good thing about you,” he grins in reply, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He scans the white room around him, eyeing the various bottles and their labels. “You think they keep some lube around here?”

Taehyung nods, face and chest fully red, hair a complete mess on the blue pillow under him. He looks absolutely delectable. “I think so, yeah. Heard the guys on the team talking about having a secret stash in one of the drawers for their unplanned hookups.”

Jeongguk gets off the bed to search for it, cheeks burning a little when he realises that he’s Taehyung’s unplanned hookup. What has his life come to?

He checks the medical supplies drawers for a minute until he comes across a little box with exactly what he needs at the moment: lube and condoms.

“You ever brought a girl here before?” he asks, joining Taehyung on the bed and settling in between his legs, enjoying the sight of his thick thighs pressed against the mattress.

“You wanna talk about my past hookups now? When you’re about to put a finger in my ass?” He retorts, eyebrow raising. Jeongguk shrugs and he sighs. “No. I’m a classy guy, rushed quickies in places where I’m not supposed to be isn’t my thing.” When Jeongguk doesn’t look like he believes him, he clicks his tongue. “Not everyone is into exhibitionsim like you, you know?”

Jeongguk shakes his head, toying with the waistband of the older’s boxers. “I don’t think you know what that word means, but whatever. This is my first time too. I like to fuck guys in the comfort of my own bed mostly.”

Looks like the two are making exceptions for each other today. How cute . 

Taehyung looks like he wants to say something else but shuts his mouth when Jeongguk brings down his boxers in one swift motion, his cock slapping his belly and spilling a little pre-come on it. 

Jeongguk tries not to stare at the definitely longer-than-average cock in front of him, now red and weeping for attention. He’s around the same length and surely thicker but he guesses all the small penis insults both of them threw at each other weren’t quite the truth. He definitely wants to get his mouth on it but doesn’t know if Taehyung would last that long given how much they’ve been teasing each other.

“Stop staring at it, you creep,” Taehyung whines, covering his reddening face just slightly.

Jeongguk is quite frankly enjoying seeing his sulky side pop out whenever he’s impatient or a little demanding. Too bad he won’t be able to see it more often.

The thought is a strong reminder that whatever they have right now is temporary and he needs to get on with it before he starts getting used to all the different versions of Taehyung he’s never seen before. “Turn around,” he orders, tone a little colder than before. “On your knees.”

He sees Taehyung gulp before he does as he’s told, his body trembling a little as he changes his position. “This is a little embarrassing,” he remarks, staring straight ahead. 

Jeongguk barely hears it as he’s too busy staring at the delicious meal presented in front of him right now. Round, full, tan cheeks that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands. There’s a slight layer of irritation on the skin from his previous spanks but it isn’t enough. Jeongguk wants more. 

Rimming wasn’t in the plan originally and he should really just prep and fuck him already but a voice in his head reminds him that this is the only chance he’ll get Taehyung this way and he’s not letting it go. 

Crawling a little closer, he places a soft kiss on Taehyung’s back before grabbing his ass cheeks, giving them a couple of squeezes before pulling them apart. Then he splays a hand on Taehyung’s lower back to get him to arch just a little bit and wow, if Taehyung’s ass wasn’t already a meal the new position makes it look delectable. 

He watches Taehyung shiver when he blows on the hole a little before giving it a long indulgent lick.

The sound ejecting from Taehyung is unexpected, a long moan that starts with a noise of surprise and it goes straight to his unattended cock in his pants. “Wh–What the fuck was that?” Taehyung gasps out, tripping over his words a little as Jeongguk licks again.

“I’m eating you out,” he replies nonchalantly, gauging out any discomfort from his tone. Jeongguk pulls his head back to study Taehyung’s now shiny hole, clenching cutely for attention. 

“What? Why?” Taehyung’s head turns towards him, ears and cheeks pink.

Jeongguk shrugs. “I’ve always been an ass man and your ass–” he gives it a squeeze to emphasise his point “is one of the best ones I’ve seen. I hate to admit it but I’ve been thinking of rimming you for a while now.” He’s amused to see Taehyung’s cock twitch at his admission. He pauses, staring at him. “Do you not like it?”

Taehyung turns his gaze away again before shaking his head. “I never said that. It feels a little weird though. But not uncomfortable.”

“Good,” Jeongguk answers before getting back to it. He starts licking and sucking around his perineum until Taehyung is a whiny mess gripping the sheet underneath him. Tongue circling the rim a few times and holding the older steady with a firm grip on his ass. 

Taehyung can barely handle it, moaning a garbled mess of words and curses with his face half-shoved into the bed and it turns Jeongguk on even more.

He uncaps the lube bottle without pausing, choosing to press kisses on his hole, then sucking on the skin around, trails of spit dribbling down his face while he coats his fingers with the gel. He can see the older tremble when the tip of his tongue pushes past his entrance, a little moan escaping him before his arms give in and his upper body slumps completely while his ass is obediently still in the air.

“Fuck– why does this feel so good?” he slurs out, cheek squished against his arm, pushing back into Jeongguk’s ministrations.

“It’s cause I’m the one doing it,” Jeongguk huffs out as he catches his breath, grinning at the click of the tongue he gets in reply. The sight in front of him is exquisite. The area around his entrance is rosy with attention although barely open enough for his cock. Time to fix that. 

“You’re always so full of yourself, Jeon. It’s honestly turning me off– fuck !” He interrupts himself with a soft groan when Jeongguk’s finger enters his hole along with his tongue this time. 

Jeongguk knows the first time is always painful so he tries his best to be gentle about it. He inches the digit in carefully to make sure he doesn’t tear through while his tongue soothes and presses against the sensitive area. Still, Taehyung lets out little sounds of pain as he moves his finger inside, trying to get him to adjust.

He sees the other raise his head in front of him, pausing his actions. “It hurts,” his voice sounds thick and his eyes are teary as he says it and Jeongguk’s heart contracts a bit.

He nods, placing a few kisses on the back of his thighs and ass, hoping they soothe him. “I know. It’ll hurt for a little while in the beginning until you adjust but if the pain is unbearable you tell me, okay?” he says in between kisses.

Taehyung stares at him for a long moment before nodding, resting his head against the pillow again. 

Jeongguk takes a deep breath before giving his hole a few licks and kisses before moving the finger again, slowly before building a rhythm. Taehyung takes it without complaint, moaning into his palm until he instructs Jeongguk to add another.

The stretch becomes easier. Jeongguk scissors his fingers inside to prep him, laving his tongue wherever he can to make him wetter in addition to the lube while listening to him whimper

Soon, Jeongguk is three fingers deep into Taehyung and the other seems to be enjoying it now, if the non-stop keens and cries are to be trusted. Jeongguk’s cock is leaking uncontrollably in his boxers and he’s sure he’s going to have to throw them away after today. The sounds ripping from the older’s throat along with the sight of his hole sucking in his fingers so deliciously make him impatient and he has to constantly curb the animalistic urge inside of him to just start pounding  into him.

“I’m ready. Oh this feels so fucking good,” Taehyung blabbers on, now borderline delirious and practically bouncing on his digits. He lets out a whine when Jeongguk removes his fingers, pulling his boxers down in one go and finally freeing his trapped cock. He grabs the condom packet and tears it off with his teeth. The sound causes Taehyung to look back, eyes widening a little when his eyes fall on his cock.

“There’s no way that thing is fitting inside of me,” he says, shaking his head. His voice sounds completely fucked out, pupils dilated and dried tear tracks run down his cheeks.

Fuck, resident loser Jeongguk did that to university heartthrob Taehyung.

His dick painfully twitches at the realisation and he needs to do something about it quickly. His smile is smug as he rolls on the condom, then lubing himself up to make the slide nice and easy. “I thought you called it a ‘tiny cock’ before?”

Taehyung bites his bottom lip. “Well,we both know how wrong I was,” he sighs and it sounds painful to admit. “Are you sure this won’t hurt?” He asks once more. 

Jeongguk shakes his head and aligns himself behind Taehyung’s ass. “You’ve suffered worse pain during baseball, Kim. Quit bitching every two seconds,” he retorts teasingly. He slaps his cock against the gaping hole twice, revelling in the sulky noise coming from Taehyung, before pushing the blunt head inside.

“Oh fuck off you ass— ohhh ,” Taehyung interrupts himself as Jeongguk slowly fills him up. The curve in his spine rounds out just a bit, accepting the new intrusion and change of pressing, both of their breathing turning erratic. “Shit that’s— that feels—“ 

“I know,” Jeongguk gasps out, teeth gritting due to the tightness around his cock. He’s been edging himself for far too long and now it feels like he’s two seconds away from coming. He should go slow. 

Each inch feels like pleasure and pain. Taehyung is wet and tight around him, engorged around the girth of his cock like Jeongguk is splitting him into two. The noises pouring out of him are mixes of soft pleas for more and gritted moans to adjust. 

Jeongguk tries to make it easy. Bottoming for the first time isn’t a walk in the park. He kisses up a line along Taehyung’s back, playfully squeezes his ass, and traces the dimples on the base of the back just until his cock finally sinks into the hilt, buried inside the older completely. 

The two fall silent for a few split seconds. Sounds of harsh pants fill the room and Jeongguk feels sweat drip down his back.

Taehyung’s insides seems to fit perfectly around the shape of his dick, as if he was made for Jeongguk to fuck. Even though he hasn’t moved yet, he knows this’ll probably be one of his best fucks yet. His worst enemy is his best fuck.

His life is laughing at him mockingly, he’s sure.

“Fuck me now, come on,” Taehyung urges, voice clogged with tears, bringing Jeongguk back to reality. He looks down to find his thighs barely holding him up, fingers scrunching the sheet on top of the bed into swirls.  

Jeongguk clicks his tongue, tracing his finger down Taehyung’s damp back, making him arch once more. “Now, now Taehyungie. Is this how we ask for things? What’s the magic word?”

Taehyung squirms, the movement shifting the cock in him a little. The two hiss, clearly at their limit. Jeongguk might come after a couple of thrusts but he enjoys riling up the other too much to stop.

“Asshole,” Taehyung curses. He meets Jeongguk’s intense gaze with the defiance that usually pisses him off, but now adds fuel to the fire burning in his abdomen. “What a waste of such a good cock.” He shakes his head condescendingly. “Guess you have the tool, just have zero idea on how to use it properly.”

Jeongguk’s eyes narrow, the grip on Taehyung’s hips rough. “You’re going to eat your words just like I ate your delicious ass, sweetheart,” is all he says before pulling out of Taehyung completely for a second until ramming his cock right back in.

Taehyung’s entire body jolts forward from the impact, the sound of his cry filling the room. He doesn’t thrust again after that, waiting for Taehyung to say the word he oh-so-desperately wants to hear. Just letting the pleasure ebb away and make him that much more desperate.

Jeongguk’s eyes clench shut, then flash open to watch Taehyung try to move his hips but his hands fasten tightly around him to restrict all movement. 

“Move,” Taehyung asks, voice pleading. His fingers clench the sheets desperately. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

“You already know. One simple word, six letters. Say it and you’ll get what you want.”

Taehyung whines in complaint. “You’re a sick fucker, Jeongguk. I pity whoever had the misfortune of sleeping with you.” He lets out a shaky breath and Jeongguk thinks he’s gonna bail on begging until he opens his mouth again. 

“Please fuck me.”

Jeongguk’s face breaks out into a grin. He delivers a smack to the already red asscheek and his hand leaves a definite print. “Now was that so hard?” He grips the small waist, positioning his hips. “I’m going to show you how wrong you were, pitying my one night stands.”

He doesn’t give him a second to reply before starting to ram his hips into him mercilessly. The rhythm is harsh from the start. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, who pushes back onto Jeongguk’s cock even if tears are streaming down his face and moans don’t stop spilling from his mouth.

 It’s as if the two are pouring out all the frustration and hostility they felt for each other over the years at that moment. As if they’re draining out all their hatred into their thrusts and grunts, knowing this is the last time they’ll ever interact face to face.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” Jeongguk moans out, feeling a rush of various emotions run through his body. He pounds  into Taehyung’s hole without abandon, his hips moving on their accord. “It’s so fucking good. So good for me.”

Taehyung moans in agreement, pushing back harder. Holy shit, how has this man never bottomed before? 

His hair bounces with each movement. Jeongguk presses his teeth together. “Look gorgeous taking my cock, you know that?” He gets a whimper in response. “This fucking view you’re giving me, watching your ass swallow around my cock like it can’t get enough, is perfect.”

Jeongguk couldn’t describe it. The fat of Taehyung’s ass reverberating with every thrust and the way he can barely form a response to his taunts is like a new drug pumping into his veins. 

He doesn’t want this to stop. 

“Ah—you–” Taehyung chokes on another noise as the tip of Jeongguk’s length kisses that sensitive spot inside that has him seeing stars. “You’re fucking me so well,” he whines. 

No one’s ever fucked him before and Jeongguk can’t imagine why. Taehyung was made for this. 

Made to take his cock. 

“My back and knees hurt,” Taehyung says after a moment, urging Jeongguk to slow down to a halt. “Can we change positions?”

Jeongguk clicks his tongue. “You’re such a grandpa,” he says but doesn’t argue. He moves back and gently helps Taehyung to lie on his back, positioning himself in front of his spread legs without missing a beat. The older’s eyes stare at him, all puppy-like and teary.

Fuck. Jeongguk didn’t think this through and now he has to fuck Taehyung while facing him.

Without another thought, he lines his cock up with Taehyung’s soppy, swollen entrance and pushes in. The older groans out, digging his fingernails into the flesh of Jeongguk’s back immediately, whining into his ear until he bottoms out. 

Jeongguk sighs. “Good?” He asks. Taehyung nods in response so he goes back. 

He’s slightly slower now but still passionate. Instead of pulling Taehyung down on him like a fuck toy, his hips fuck into him and almost move his body up the bed. Breaths mingling together in the air. 

Taehyung’s hands are all over him; his hair, his back, his chest and stomach, locked around his neck. Jeongguk grips the meat of Taehyung’s thigh to wrap firmly around his waist as he changes his thrusts to slow and deep and hard. 

Taehyung likes that. 

“F-fuck, yes, right there!” His neck cranes back and an expression of pleasure overtakes him. “Don’t stop,” he cries out. 

Each thrust is pointed. Jeongguk focuses, tries not to come early, even though Taehyung is squeezing around him like anything. He groans out, biting Taehyung’s shoulder briefly before pulling away.

Their gazes lock and neither of them looks away. “I’m close,” Taehyung whispers, the atmosphere suddenly more intense. The air is thick with the smell of sex and lust and goosebumps arise on Jeongguk’s skin as he feels feet wrap around his waist and lock on his back. 

“Me too,” he whispers back, leaning in until their faces are inches apart. 

“God, Taehyung. I hate you so much.”

Taehyung loops his arms around his neck firmly. His breath hovers over Jeongguk’s lips and his eyes search his face.

“I hate you so much, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know who leans in first but the next thing he knows they’re kissing again, tongues wrapping around each other while Jeongguk raises his hips higher. 

He thrusts faster without warning and Taehyung lets out the loudest moan of the night, his hold on Jeongguk’s neck and around his waist tightening. He gasps between their lips when Jeongguk doesn’t stop ramming into the same spot. “Fuck Jeongguk this feels incredible,” his eyes clench shute, confirming Jeongguk’s suspicions of having found his prostate. 

They’re both so close now, the pleasure building steadily in Jeongguk about to burst at any moment now. He doesn’t stop moving his hips, pressing light kisses along the column of Taehyung’s neck as one of his hands grabs Taehyung’s swollen cock.

Taehyung wails in pleasure, lip about to bleed from how hard he’s biting it. A few snaps later he comes hard on Jeongguk with a deep moan, the load a lot more than the younger expected. Creamy white covering his golden skin in heavy spurts. He barely has time to realise they’re soiling the sheets before white light flashes before his eyes and he comes into the condom, letting out a loud groan.

The two silently catch their breath and try to come down from their highs, until Taehyung nudges Jeongguk so he can pull out. “It’s all soft now, it feels weird,” he huffs out, still very much struggling to regulate his breathing. 

Jeongguk still can’t find his voice to protest, the force of orgasm still having an effect on him. And he knows, as he ties and discards the condom, that this is the best fuck he’s ever had yet. 

And it fucking sucks because he’s never going to experience it again.

He lays down next to Taehyung again, their arms and bodies touching. The two don’t speak for a moment, trying to find something to say that won’t worsen the awkward silence settled between them.

“Kim–” Jeongguk starts but Taehyung interrupts him.

“Please don’t ruin the peace with whatever bullshit you were about to say.” 

Jeongguk scoffs. “Fine. I was trying to have a civil final conversation but I guess this fits our relationship better.”

Taehyung’s head turns sideways to face him. “The fuck you mean, final conversation?”

Jeongguk turns too. “You want to continue bickering like little children even after I gave you the best fuck of your life?”

Taehyung stares at him disbelievingly. “You’re exaggerating way too much. This was average at best.”

Jeongguk lets out a genuine laugh, the first one in Taehyung’s presence. “The amount of cum drying on your stomach says otherwise, pretty.”

“Whatever,” Taehyung replies stubbornly, bottom lip slightly jutting out. “You better pay attention to the aftercare next time, I take it very seriously.”

Jeongguk feels shock enter his system, eyes widening on their own. 

Next time? As in, next time they have sex? As in this is happening more than once? 

“You can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” He asks smugly even if his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. 

“Shut up,” the player replies, shoving his shoulder. He thinks for a moment before speaking. “I finish practise tomorrow at 6pm. I’ll come over to your dorm after that, you free?”

Oh, so this is really happening, is it? Well, he’s never going to deny a man with a great ass anything.

“Yeah. Tomorrow evening at 6, then.” He grins at him. “Don’t start catching feelings for me.”

Taehyung laughs at that and Jeongguk realises how much he enjoys the sound when he’s the cause. “I wouldn’t even dare.”

***

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk’s voice breaks into his focused headspace. “I want to ask you something.”

Taehyung looks up from his notes that he’s desperately trying to memorise for his mid-terms starting next week. Jeongguk has been helping him with a few subjects for the past couple of months now and honestly, he has no idea how they got here.

Their relationship was simple at first. Hell, it barely constituted as one, since the only time they spent together was in their dorms, Jeongguk’s cock fucking into Taehyung until they both relieved all the frustration and stress they got from their studies and well, each other.

He doesn’t remember how their time only limited to having sex turned into hours of watching their favourite anime, constantly trying to beat each other at videogames and study sessions after Taehyung had reluctantly asked Jeongguk to help him out.

They’ve been sleeping together for four months now and he has no idea how he feels for Jeongguk. It took him a while to come to terms with the fact that he liked guys too and he still hadn’t gathered the courage to tell anyone in his friend group or his family. It’s not that he isn’t sure about his sexuality; he’s bisexual and he knows that now and he counts himself lucky that he’s surrounded himself with people that won’t treat him differently because of it. But he knows that once his friends ask him how he came to the conclusion he’ll have to somehow explain that he slept with Jeongguk: his number one nemesis.

Taehyung is barely passing his exams, he has much bigger things to worry about. 

“Tae? You okay?” Jeongguk snaps him out of his thoughts again, gently rubbing Taehyung’s socked feet currently lying on his lap. 

No, seriously, how the fuck did Taehyung get this comfortable and domestic with Jeongguk?

“Mhmm,” Taehyung answers, rubbing his eyes. He has no idea what time it is but it feels like they’ve been studying for hours now. “I think my brain is a little fried from all the cramming. What did you want to ask?”

Jeongguk looks away for a second, visibly gulping. When he faces him again, Taehyung can see his cheeks dusted pink. “Well, I was thinking– since you aren’t leaving for Daegu until 4 days after our final exam– we should go out on a date.”

The word date echoes in Taehyung’s mind for the whole minute he spends absorbing it it. 

Date. Jeongguk wants to go out on a date with him? What the fuck.

“Why?” he stupidly blurts out, ears heating up from embarrassment right after he said it. 

Jeongguk laughs and oh, how Taehyung loves that sound. “What do you mean, why? Because I like you, of course.”

Because I like you, of course.

Jeongguk likes him. Oh my god, Jeongguk likes him!

Every single doubt in his head about his feelings for Jeongguk cleared up the second he heard his adorable confession.

Taehyung’s mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts, jumping from saying yes to thinking about their date to having to tell his friends and family about them.

“But I haven’t come out to anyone yet,” he says without thinking and watches the nervous smile on Jeongguk’s face dim.

“No–no you’re right. I’m rushing into this. You still haven’t come out to your friends and family, you still have to tell them about me and fuck – maybe you don’t even like me that way–”

“Jeonggukie!” Taehyung interrupts him, setting his notes aside and standing up. He walks towards the younger, putting his iPad away and settling on his lap, his new favourite place to sit, if he’s being honest. “You’re rambling.”

Jeongguk shrugs. “Well, I am a little nervous, you see.” His eyes look so cute staring up at Taehyung, big and wet like a little puppy.

Taehyung giggles, taking off his glasses. “You’re really cute, you know that?” he asks, before joining their lips together in a soft kiss. They breathe into each other’s mouths before separating and Taehyung can taste the candy they’ve been sharing during their study session.

It warms for his heart for some reason, knowing they taste the same right now. Jeongguk tastes so familiar, so much like home .

He holds Jeongguk’s face in his palms. “You really like me?” he asks while staring into his glittering eyes.

“I do,” Jeongguk replies with so much conviction it makes his heart thud at an unhealthy rate.

Taehyung grins. “Good, because I really like you too.” He pecks his lips twice. “ I would love to go on a date with you, Gukkie. And hundreds after that.”

Jeongguk matches his grin before joining their lips together, laying Taehyung down on the cotton sheets on the bed beneath them, hands discarding Taehyung’s t-shirt, which probably belonged to him at some point.

If you’d tell Taehyung he’ll call Jeongguk his home five months ago, he’d probably drop-kick you on the spot, no questions asked.

Funny how life works. But Taehyung wouldn’t want it any other way and he’s sure Jeongguk feels the same.