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jungkookâs been teasing taehyung all night, trying to get his attention while taehyungâs lost in editing. but when his teasing turns into something more, jungkook finally works up the courage to ask for something heâs been wantingâtaehyung to top him.
Serial Killer Jungkook and Detective Taehyung (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat). Ch. 2/5 (ao3 version)
Detective Kim Taehyung's headlights slice through the morning fog, the tires whispering over damp asphalt. He isn't technically sleep-deprived. He's taken the pills as directed. But his body feels wrong, like he is wading through sap. The medication clings to his skin and mind like sweat, dulling the edges of his thoughts. The coffee in his cup holder went cold hours ago, but he reaches for it anyway, grimacing as the bitter liquid slides down his throat.
Taehyung blinks slowly, deliberately, trying to sharpen the road into something that doesnât blur at the edges. The sky hangs low and purpleâan in-between hour where night hasnât quite left and morning hasnât fully arrived. His limbs feel both too light, like they might float off the steering wheel if he stops concentrating, and too heavy, as if he's wading through a dream.
Jungkook had only wanted to help. "Just a little more," he'd said last night, kissing the corner of Taehyung's mouth and placing the pill gently in his palm. "You'll finally sleep through the night."
And he has. Sort of. There are gaps. Soft, yawning silences where his memory should be. Patches of darkness stitched together by the sound of Jungkook's voice humming quietly from the other side of the bed.
Now, with the fog thick and clinging to the windshield like breath on glass, Taehyung can't quite remember when he woke up. Only that he is driving. On his way to work. Or something close to it.
The trees bend inward, their spindly fingers reaching. Taehyung squintsâis that movement? His perception swims, reality rippling like a stone dropped into still water. He eases off the gas, uncertain whether what heâs seeing is real or just another trick of the medication.
Then, unmistakable, a smear of unnatural yellow, slick and twitching, peels itself from the tree line. The figure bleeds into view like it has been conjured by the fog, crawling, dragging itself across the asphalt. The victim leaves behind a ghastly trail, arterial red against the dull gray of the road.
The brake slams beneath his foot. The car jolts to a stop, pitching him forward and snapping him back. Pain blooms at the base of his skull, bright and clean. A sharp edge through the drug haze.
Red.
Red, and so much of it.
For one disorienting moment, Taehyung wonders if he is still dreaming. The smear of crimson trailing behind the figure looks like paint, not bloodâtoo bright, too deliberate. But the cold air that hits his face when he stumbles from the car is real. So is the wet sound of the person's breathing. The victim's fingernails are torn and caked with dark soil. They've crawled. God knows how far they've crawled.
"I'mâI'm a detective," Taehyung says, though the words tangle in his throat. His tongue feels too thick. Is he slurring? He fumbles for his badge, his fingers numb, his mind rushing. "I'll... get help."
The dispatcher's voice sounds far away, like she is speaking underwater. Taehyung hears himself giving directions, but can't be sure if he's making sense.
"Sixteen minutes," the dispatcher says. Or maybe it is sixty. The numbers blur together like watercolors. 16 minutes until help arrives. 16 minutes alone with a dying man on an empty forest road.
He kneels, and the blood is immediate. It soaks his pants, sinks into the fabric, spreads through the seams. The warmth of it against the chill of the air feels wrong. Visceral and insistent. This is real. All of it. The realization cuts through the drug-induced haze like a light beam. He presses his hands against the worst of the wounds, trying to remember his first aid training. The blood pulses between his fingers, hot and relentless.
"Stay with me," he urges, his voice steadier now. "Help is coming. What's your name?" The victim's eyes flicker, struggling to focus on Taehyung's face. His breath comes in shallow gasps, each one sounding weaker than the last.
"Kim..." the victim manages, the word barely audible. "Kim Namjoon."
Taehyung nods, trying to keep the man engaged. "Kim Namjoon. I'm Detective Kim Taehyung. You're going to be okay." The lie tastes acrid on his tongue. They both know Namjoon isn't going to be okay. The amount of blood, the nature of the wounds. Whoever did this made sure of it.
Taehyung has seen death before. He's worked homicides where bodies lay splayed in violent tableaus. Gruesome scenes. But only once has he witnessed the precise moment when life slips away. Only once has he been the last face someone might see. It feels intimate in a way he wasn't prepared for, being here with Kim Namjoon as he dies on this lonely stretch of road. He thinks of Jungkook and how he dealt with death in his former profession. How many times has his husband watched the light fade from someone's eyes? Does it ever get easier?
The victim's skin has already taken on the waxy pallor of death, lips blue-tinged and trembling. Their eyes stare beyond him, locked on something he can't see. Taehyung wonders what Namjoon sees in these final moments. Is his life flashing before his eyes? Or is he seeing his attacker's face, haunting him even now?
"Who did this to you?" Taehyung asks, his own voice sounding brittle. "Tell me who did this." He needs informationâsomething, anything that might help him find whoever is responsible. He's still a detective, even through the sedative fog, even with blood soaking into his clothes.
The victim's eyes are glassy, pupils dilated to brown pools. Their mouth works soundlessly for a moment before words bubble up, wet and broken.
"Young..." The jogger's voice rasps, wet and cracking. "His face... Iâ I see his face."
Taehyung leans closer, catching the sickly smell of blood and fertile earth. A young man. That narrows it down to thousands in the area. But it's something. "What about his face? Can you describe him?"
"Moles," Namjoon chokes. "Under his lip. His mouthâ" A shudder runs through him. "He smiled... like he knows me. But I don't know him." Namjoon's hand shoots out, grabbing Taehyung's wrist with surprising strength. "Callous... his eyes. Cold. But so bright."
Taehyung feels something stir in the back of his mind, a whisper brushing the haze. Something important. He leans closer, holding onto the victim to give them comfort, the smell of copper and soil flooding his nose.
"Was there anything else?" Taehyung asks, desperately trying to keep the young man conscious, to extract every piece of information he can. "Anything that might help me find him?"
"He was waiting for me," Namjoon whispers, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. "Knew my route. My schedule. He knew." His eyes widen slightly, fear giving him one last surge of energy.Â
And then... nothing.
The pressure is gone. The hand falls away. Taehyung checks for a pulse he knows won't be there, fingers clumsy against the victim's neck. His hand comes away red. He stares at the still body and the blood-soaked neon shirt. The victim's eyes remain open so he shuts them. It feels like the least he can do, this small act of dignity for Kim Namjoon, who died alone on a forest road.
In the distance, sirens wail.
Laterâhow much later, he can't sayâTaehyung sits at his desk, bathed in the cold lights of the precinct. The sedative has mostly worn off, leaving him with a dull headache and a sense of unreality that lingers like smoke. He's showered and changed his clothes, but he swears he can still feel the tacky sensation of blood on his hands. Can still see Kim Namjoon's face as the light left his eyes.
He's typed the same sentence three times.
Victim found at approximately 7:15...
But was it 7:15? And what is the route number? The details keep slipping away, dissolving like sugar in hot coffee. The medication has left holes in his memory, gaps he can't quite fill. He stares at the computer screen, the cursor blinking accusingly at him. He needs to get this report right. He owes that much to the victim.
Lips⊠young⊠face⊠moles⊠callous.
He was waiting for me.
The victim's words echo in Taehyung's mind. He scrolls through traffic footage, his eyes sliding past frames of nothing. Black roads. Empty intersections. Too clean. Too quiet. The forest route has no cameras. Of course it doesn't. That's why it happened there. That's why the killer chose it. Someone who knows the area. Someone who planned this violence meticulously.
He was waiting for me.
The killer knew this man's route and his schedule. This wasn't a random killing. It was calculated.Â
Taehyung presses his palms to his eyes, feeling grit beneath his eyelids. The station ceiling seems to pulse, expanding and contracting with each throb of his headache. Everything pulses. He is missing something. Some connection just beyond his grasp. His thoughts feel rubbed raw. The medication hangover and lack of proper sleep make it nearly impossible to think clearly. He needs to sleep, real sleepânot the drugged unconsciousness that passes for rest these days. But how can he sleep when there's a killer out there?
Young. Lips. Callous. Waiting. Moles.
The words replay in his mind. Is that all the victim said? His mind swims, a dull throb echoing the pulse in his vision. The killer let the victim see him, let him see that he has distinguishable marks on his face. Why? He had to know the victim might survive long enough to tell someone.
The description narrows it down but not enough. And he was waiting for him⊠How did he know? And what of callous� Are they looking for someone with rough hands? Or did the victim mean the brutality and senselessness of it all? Cold eyes, he'd said. Like taking a life meant nothing to him.
Calculated and callous.Â
This won't be the last time. The thought forms slowly, pushing through the fog in his brain.Â
His phone rings out, the melody fracturing the silence like a hammer through glass, as he fumbles it to his ear.
"Tae, are you still at the station?" Jungkook's voice. Soft and sweet. Like a warm blanket sliding over cold skin. A stark contrast to the clinical coldness of the station and the horror he witnessed today. "It's after midnight. How am I supposed to sleep without you? You weren't even here when I got home." There's concern in his voice.
Is it? Taehyung blinks at the clock on his computer. The numbers swim, then settle. It is definitely after midnight. When had that happened? How many hours has he lost to this investigation, to the fog that keeps claiming chunks of his day?
"Tae, are you ignoring your one true love? Can I call you a workaholic now?" His tone is playful, a pout barely hidden. It draws a smile from Taehyung despite everything. Despite the blood and death that clings to him. Despite the exhaustion that weighs on him like a physical thing.
"I'm..." His voice cracks. He clears his throat. "I'm still here. There was an incident. Someone was... hurt." Killed, his mind supplies. Murdered. Left to crawl from the woods with his insides spilling out.
Thereâs a pause on the other end. A small inhale, barely perceptible.
âAre you okay?â Jungkook asks, his voice soft with concern. âYou donât sound well. Did you sleep enough? You know youâre supposed to sleep at least eight hours and not drive after taking your medication. I donât want you to get hurt. I donât want you to accidentally hurt anyone else either.â The concern in his voice deepens.
Taehyung feels a pang of guilt. He knows better than to drive under the influence of his sleeping medication, but he'd been called in early, and he'd felt fine when he left. It was only later that the side effects had really hit him. "I'm fine," he lies. "Just tired. It's been... a day." He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling the vertebrae in his back crack as he stretches. His body feels like it belongs to someone else, stiff and aching in places he didn't know could ache. "I could use your soft touches, Kook. Today has been overwhelming." He doesn't elaborate, doesn't mention the feeling of Kim Namjoon's hand going slack in his, or the sound of his last breath rattling in his chest.
Taehyung looks down at his notes. The ink has smudged, the words bleeding into one another. Young. Callous. Moles. He was waiting. The killer is still out there. But he can't bring himself to tell Jungkook now. His husband worries enough as it is.
"I should come home," he says, suddenly desperate to feel something solid. Real. Jungkook is real. Everything else feels like it's made of fog.
"I think that's best," Jungkook agrees. "You need rest and I miss you. It's hard to sleep without you next to me." His voice is warm, wrapping around Taehyung like a physical presence. "I made your favorite stew. It's keeping warm on the stove. And I've got a new prescription for youâ something that might help with the insomnia without the side effects."
Always taking care of him. Always looking out for him. Taehyung feels a rush of love for his husband, so strong it momentarily drowns out the horror of the day.
Taehyung begins gathering his things, movements slow and deliberate. Each action requires intense focus. Pick up the notepad. Put it in the bag. Close the laptop. Stand up. Don't fall. His limbs feel disconnected from his body, like he's trying to operate a puppet with very loose strings.
"I miss you too," he says, the words distant in his own ears. "I'm on my way."
"Drive safe," Jungkook says. "I love you, Kim Taehyung." The same words he says every time they part. Like a blessing. Like a promise.
"I love you too, Jeon Jungkook." It comes out rougher than he intended, his voice thick with emotion and exhaustion.
The drive home stretches before him like an impossible distance, passing in fragments. The black inkiness of the road. So many places to get lost. Streetlights elongate into cold, silvery filaments. Turn signals pulse too bright, then too dim. His eyes burn from fatigue, the tang of convenience store coffee bitter on his tongue. His knuckles white and aching. The thought of the forest makes his skin crawl, evergreen-scented darkness still clinging to his clothes like a phantom touch.Â
But the thought of Jungkook waiting, warm and safe, pulls at him like gravity.
As he drives, Kim Namjoon's words echo in his mind. The victim's raspy final breath replays in his ears, a sound he can't unhear. He should be more alert amid his exhaustion. A sense of duty weighs on him: to ensure what happened that morning doesn't happen to anyone else.
In his rearview mirror, the empty forest road fades into darkness. Somewhere back there, a killer walks free. Somewhere back there, blood still seeps into soil and bark. But Taehyung can't dwell on that now. He needs sleep. Real sleep. Then he can think clearly, can start piecing together the clues that will stop this from happening again.
Ahead is warmth. Ahead is Jungkook.
Jungkook who stayed up late to make sure he's okay, who waits with hot food and gentle hands. He can almost smell the savory aroma of homemade stew, can almost feel the soft cotton of their bed sheets against his skin. Jungkook, who loves him despite the hours, despite the darkness that follows him home from work. Jungkook, who will hold him through the nightmares that are sure to come tonight, whose heartbeat against his back will lull him to sleep like a metronome.
Taehyung doesn't know that the hands soothing him to sleep tonight are the same hands that sliced open Kim Namjoon with surgical precision. Doesn't know that the moles beneath Jungkookâs lip were the last thing Namjoon saw. Doesn't know that his gentle, doting husband will kill again, methodically, joyfully, while he sleeps wrapped in love.
And Jungkook, waiting at home with blood scrubbed from beneath his fingernails and a new prescription for his detective husbandâat a slightly stronger dose, to ensure deeper sleep, longer gaps in memoryâsets out a bowl of stew, the steam curling into the quiet air.Â
The bottle of pills makes a satisfying rattle as he shakes two into his palm, the sound like small bones. The new pills sit beside Taehyung's empty place setting, stark white against the dark wood. A natural calm settles over Jungkook as he straightens the cutlery, each movement precise and deliberate. He glances at the clock and waits for his husband to come home.
It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.
Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Trope: Friends with benefits, mutual pining, pwp, fluff, porn with feelings
Word Count: 4,557
Content Warning: Lots of making out, groping, car sex, anal sex, anal fingering, Taehyung is a cutie patootie, âWhat are we?â kind of angst
A/N: Initially, I had referred to this as a strange fic about condoms, but itâs really me being a hopeless romantic and making everyone Feel Things.
âIâm gonna fuck you âtil you canât walk.â
Jungkook smirks as Taehyung whimpers and tosses back his pretty blonde head. Jungkook has him pressed to the wall with one of his legs hiked up and hooked over Jungkookâs hip, opening him up so Jungkook can grind their clothed cocks together.
Theyâre both hard, Taehyung in his straight-leg jeans and Jungkook in light gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. Not that Taehyung needs to imagine what Jungkookâs cock looks like; heâs seen Jungkook naked plenty of times in the few months theyâve been hooking up.
Although the foyer of Taehyungâs apartment is dark, the moon casts enough light through the windows to illuminate the men as they rut against each other. Itâs Jungkookâs first time here, but heâs too preoccupied to look around.
Despite their familiarity with each other, Taehyung is still shy around Jungkook. He squeezes his eyes shut when Jungkook sucks hickeys against his throat as though heâs afraid to see how devoutly Jungkook wants to devour him, chin tilted to the ceiling, and pretty pink lips parted so more whimpers can slip from them. A blush spreads across Taehyungâs cheeks like spring tulips in bloom, and Jungkook wonders how he possibly got so lucky to have something so sweet.
Jungkook nips at the curve of Taehyung's ear, and Taehyung curls his long, pretty fingers around Jungkookâs shoulders to hold himself up. Taehyungâs innocence makes Jungkook want to bite into him even deeper.
âTaehyung,â Jungkook whispers hoarsely.
âHmmâŠ?â
âDo you want me to fuck you?â
A breathy whine is Taehyungâs response, and even though it isnât what Jungkook is looking for, he quietly laughs under his breath.
âYouâre so fucking cute, you know that?â
âIâm not,â Taehyung protests with a gentle sigh. It isnât true, but Jungkook leaves him be.
Jungkook lets go of Taehyungâs thigh to work on unbuttoning his jeans. Once theyâre unzipped, he glides one of his hands inside Taehyungâs jeans to palm his ass over his briefs. Using his other hand, he loosens Taehyungâs fingers from his shoulder. He brings Taehyungâs hand to the back of his neck and slowly slides it upward until their intertwined fingers slip through Jungkookâs hair. Curling his fingers, he forces Taehyung to grip his hair and lets out a satisfied groan when Taehyung experimentally tugs on the dark strands.
âAnyone ever fucked you like this?â Jungkook asks in between hickeys sucked along Taehyungâs neck, leading up to the corner of his jaw. âUp against the wall?â
âNo,â Taehyung sighs against Jungkookâs lips when he kisses him.
Taehyungâs answer doesnât surprise Jungkook. Everything theyâve done has been pretty tame, mainly because Taehyung has little experience. Although Jungkook isnât the type to get off on corruption, thereâs no denying how his cock twitches when Taehyung trembles from his touch like itâs the first time heâs been held and kissed.
Jungkook sucks Taehyungâs bottom lip into his mouth and tugs gently, pulling back far enough for Taehyung to chase his mouth. When Taehyung pouts in frustration, Jungkook laughs.
âStop teasing me.â Taehyung finally opens his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks deepens when he locks eyes with Jungkook.
âDonât worry, Iâll be nice,â Jungkook promises with a shadow obscuring half his devilish expression.
Surging forward, Jungkook captures Taehyungâs lips again, shoving his tongue in his mouth to swirl it around Taehyungâs. Taehyungâs whimpering gets louder, and Jungkook groans into the kiss. He grinds their hips together even harder, spurred on by how vocal Taehyung is.
âWhere are your condoms?â Jungkook asks in a breathy voice. Heâs somewhat shocked by how worked up he is with just a bit of kissing and groping.
Their lips lightly brush against each other as they pant, chests heaving in tandem. Taehyung has to clear his throat before he can properly speak.
âWhat?â
âYour condoms?â Itâs Jungkookâs turn to whine. He presses his forehead against Taehyungâs and tries to calm himself down. âYou donât get it, Tae, I need to fuck you so badly. Iâll get them for you. Are they in your bedroom?â
âI⊠I donât have any condoms,â Taehyung admits meekly, turning his head to the side to force Jungkook to pull back. âI thought you had some. Yâknow, in your wallet or something.â
âFuck.â Jungkook tips his head back and lets out a drawn-out groan. âGod fucking damn it, Taehyung. Why donât you?â
âI donât know! We always go over to your apartment; why would I need any here?â
If Jungkook wasnât uncomfortably hard, he would find it sweet that Taehyung only associates needing condoms with being with Jungkook, meaning he clearly isnât bringing home anyone else to fuck him. It makes Jungkookâs chest swell, knowing heâs the only one who gets to have Taehyung like this, all pink in the face and disheveled, pretty fingers tangled in his hair and cocks pressed together.
But Jungkook is uncomfortably hard and doesnât have the patience for this.
âLetâs go.â He shoves his hand down his pants to adjust his cock. There doesnât appear to be any precum stains on the front, but Jungkook is beyond caring.
âGo where?â Taehyung stumbles forward when Jungkook steps back and releases his grip from Taehyungâs waist.
âTo the store to get condoms.â
âW-What? Right now?â
Jungkook looks up at Taehyung as he stomps his feet into his boots.
âYes, Tae, right now.â
âBut, we could justâŠâ
Jungkook raises his eyebrows and stands with his arms against his chest, waiting.
âI could suck you off?â
âTaehyung,â Jungkook sighs and pulls him over to zip up his jeans for him, âI donât want you to suck me off. I want to fuck you. So, please, put your shoes on so we can go to the store before I start crying.â
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays on his lips as he slips into his shoes. Theyâre all-white Converse with the backs smashed in from how many times heâs walked around without entirely putting them on. Nearly all of Taehyungâs shoes look like that. Jungkook finds it rather ridiculous, but itâs somehow also endearing.Â
Much of what Taehyung does is endearing. For example, he lingers in the doorway with Jungkookâs car keys hooked around one of his fingers and his mini leather backpack slung over one shoulder, even though a box of condoms is small enough for Jungkook to carry in his hand. The flush on his face has lessened, and he runs his pretty fingers through his hair to flatten it down. Jungkook enjoys looking at him when heâs put together or ruined.Â
Outside, the air is thick with humidity from a hot summer rain earlier in the day. This frizzes Taehyungâs hair and dampens Jungkookâs upper lip with perspiration. The weather does nothing to calm the heat building in Jungkookâs groin.Â
Driving isnât necessary when the closest 24-hour convenience store isnât very far away, but Jungkook isnât interested in getting sweatier than he already is from the short walk from Taehyungâs apartment complex to Jungkookâs parked car.
âDo you like me that much? That youâd go to the store in the middle of the night when itâs so gross outside just because you want to fuck me?âÂ
Taehyung looks at Jungkook curiously, his head slightly cocked to the side and his hands in his back pockets.Â
Do you like me that much?
Their relationship is about more than just a good fuck, but Jungkook is afraid to say it, and Taehyung is afraid to directly ask. Instead, he skirts around the question, asking others that are parallel but never intersect the way they should if either man wants to be honest.Â
Instead of answering, Jungkook grabs the strap of Taehyungâs backpack to yank him into a bruising kiss that hopefully tells him everything Jungkook wants to say but canât.
When they finally reach Jungkookâs car, he holds the door open for Taehyung like a proper gentleman because Taehyung is sweet and soft and deserves the gentlest side of Jungkook, even if Jungkook likes being a little mean when they fuck.Â
âAUX?â Taehyung asks, already twirling the cord between his fingers once Jungkook slides into the driverâs seat. When Jungkook gives him the okay, he chooses a playlist that Jungkook recognizes after two songs.Â
âY'know, Iâve got a Pavlovian response to our sex playlist,â Jungkook comments. He briefly looks at Taehyung before returning his eyes to the relatively empty road as he drives.Â
âWhat happens to you?â Taehyung asks like he knows the answer already.
âMy dick automatically gets hard.âÂ
âNo, it doesnât!â Taehyung brings his hand up his mouth when he laughs, his lips brushing against the back of it. Â
âYes, it does. Want to check if Iâm lying?â
Taehyung scoffs, but it only takes a few seconds before heâs palming Jungkookâs thigh. Heâs hesitant when he does it and slow once he slides his hand between Jungkookâs thighs to gently squeeze his hard cock.Â
Taehyungâs next exhale is audibly shaky, and Jungkook grins but doesnât look away from the road again.Â
Theyâre silent the rest of the short drive, Jungkook thinking about Taehyungâs hand on his cock and Taehyung lost in thought while he watches the city lights through the window and nibbles his bottom lip. Itâs cute how flustered Taehyung gets, even when he does it to himself.Â
The embarrassment even follows Taehyung into the store. He tries to avoid standing in the aisle where condoms and other sex-related products are, but Jungkook insists that he helps choose which brand to get.Â
âWhat kind do you like? These are the ones I get, but if you want something else, we can try it out,â Jungkook says with a tap of his finger on the box he usually buys â ultra-thin and extra sensitive because he likes feeling as much of Taehyung as he can.Â
Taehyung skeptically eyes the boxes. He picks up one that boasts a pleasurable texture of ribs and dots on the outside of the condom.Â
âDoes it really make a difference?âÂ
Jungkook scrunches his nose and takes the box from Taehyung to return it to the shelf.Â
âEveryone Iâve hooked up with has said textured condoms are too thick and donât feel like anything, or they hurt.âÂ
Taehyung looks away quickly, but Jungkook notices how his expression falls into something sad, and he knows heâs fucked up.Â
âTaeââÂ
âWell, I wouldnât want to bore you by doing the things youâve already done with everyone else,â Taehyung says curtly. He reaches for a seemingly random box and turns on his heel.Â
Groaning, Jungkook grabs a bottle of lube and his usual condom brand and follows Taehyung down the aisle.Â
âTae.âÂ
âLetâs just go.âÂ
Grabbing Taehyungâs forearm, Jungkook tries to turn him around to face him, but Taehyung yanks his arm out of Jungkooks hold. He watches Taehyung claim one of the self-checkout registers. The force with which Taehyung jabs the touchscreen to select his payment once he scans the lube and two condom boxes is concerning for his index finger, as is how violently he shoves the items into his mini backpack.Â
âYou should have let me pay for them,â Jungkook says quietly once heâs caught up with Taehyung, falling in line with him as they exit the store and walk toward the back of the parking lot. Itâs late enough that only a handful of other cars are in the lot, most likely the employeesâ.Â
âWhy? Do you buy condoms for everyone else?â Taehyung snaps as he squeezes the car doorâs handle.Â
Frustrated with the sour turn their night has taken, Jungkook covers Taehyungâs hand on the handle with his own and crowds Taehyung against the side of the car. A ball of anxiety sinks to the pit of his stomach when Taehyung refuses to look him in the eyes, and Jungkook realizes heâs never considered what it would be like to no longer have Taehyung in his life. He has taken advantage of how dependable Taehyung is, knowing heâll always be there when Jungkook needs him.Â
Eventually, people grow tired. Jungkook can see that weariness and wariness in Taehyungâs eyes.Â
âI bought condoms for everyone else,â Jungkook admits quietly. When Taehyung scoffs, he pushes on, âBut I buy condoms for you.â
Itâs a horrible way to tell a guy that he likes him, but Jungkook is the first to admit that heâs terrible at this shit. Swallowing a lump in his throat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants isnât enough to calm himself down, but Taehyungâs glare hurts more than the anxious ache in his stomach.Â
âThere isnât an everyone else, Tae,â Jungkookâs nearly pleading as he tilts his head to follow Taehyungâs gaze when Taehyung tries to look away. âItâs only you. I swear on my life, itâs just you.âÂ
âReally?â Taehyungâs eyes are narrowed, and skepticism taints his pretty features, but Jungkook sees the vulnerability hidden behind the hard exterior Taehyung is so accustomed to crafting.Â
âYes,â Jungkook breathes as he leans forward to kiss Taehyungâs forehead. âYou can, I donât know, go through my phone. Read my texts and look at my photos. See that I deleted Grindr. Whatever proof you need.âÂ
Taehyung is silent for a few seconds. Jungkook keeps his lips lightly pressed to his forehead and breathes in the comforting scent of his peppermint and eucalyptus shampoo. He clings to that and finds it grounding when Taehyungâs following words shake him to his core.Â
âI went on a date with someone,â Taehyung whispers and Jungkook feels his chest constrict. He tries to breathe slowly and lets his grip on Taehyungâs waist slacken slightly.Â
âHow,â Jungkook pauses to clear his throat, âHow did it go?âÂ
He feels Taehyung shrug, but he keeps staring out into the empty parking lot.Â
âPretty good. He was nice and really cute. We went to lunch and a new art exhibit and then hung out at his place.â Taehyungâs voice is steady as he talks, but thereâs an implication behind admitting that he went to this other manâs home.Â
Jungkook feels like heâs suffocating.Â
âHe wasnât you, though,â Taehyung whispers as he leans back slightly to look Jungkook in the eyes. âHe was nice, but we didnât click, I guess. He wasnât thoughtful like you are. His jokes werenât as funny and his music taste was horrible. And⊠he didnât touch me like you do.âÂ
Jungkook bites at his lip piercing and tries to ignore the thunderous sound of his blood rushing to his head. He canât stop the images that flood his head of some mystery man his imagination conjures for him, touching Taehyung, kissing Taehyung, fucking Taehyung.Â
That mystery man wouldnât know that Taehyung can cum untouched but isnât fully satisfied unless he cums again with external help. He wouldnât know that he needs to hold Taehyung after because he gets emotional sometimes, especially after a hard fuck. He wouldnât know that Taehyung worries about being enough and how important it is to affirm him during sex.Â
âYou donât need to look for what you need in someone else,â Jungkook murmurs as he runs his hands up and down Taehyungâs sides.Â
Taehyung leans in to whisper against the corner of Jungkookâs mouth, âI need you.âÂ
The kiss Jungkook pulls Taehyung into is frantic and rougher than how Jungkook usually kisses him. He buries one hand in Taehyungâs silky hair and grabs Taehyungâs hip with the other, pushing him against the car so he can mold his body to Taehyungâs. He wants to feel every inch of Taehyungâs body on his, to know that he has all of Taehyung, just him and no one else.Â
Jungkook loves Taehyung.Â
He has known it for a long time, but he stamps the truth so deeply inside himself that sometimes he convinces himself that heâs forgotten. But then, in moments like this, when Jungkook is flinging the car door open and crawling over Taehyungâs body as they climb into the backseat, Jungkook is forced to acknowledge the swell of love he feels when Taehyung stares up at him with such a tender expression. Taehyungâs face disappears momentarily, obscured by his t-shirt when he pulls it off and tosses it onto the floor. He slips his hands beneath Jungkookâs shirt and runs his palms up his toned abdomen, stopping when he reaches his pecs to flick his thumbs over his nipples.
âTake this off, please,â Taehyung asks sweetly, and Jungkook is a goner.Â
The back of the car is cramped, and two grown men trying to maneuver on the narrow seat is more than what the space is made for. They make it work with Taehyung lying on his stomach, his jeans pulled down around his knees. He keeps his legs together so Jungkook can straddle his thighs, one of Jungkookâs legs slipping off the seat and forcing him to half-kneel, half-stand. Itâs an awkward position, but Taehyung seems comfortable with their shirts balled up under his lower stomach to lift his hips and his crossed beneath his head, and thatâs all Jungkook really cares about.Â
âTaehyung,â Jungkook whines when he pulls out the random box of condoms from Taehyungâs backpack. âYou bought the fucking fire and ice ones. These things will genuinely light my dick on fire.âÂ
Taehyung snorts and turns his head to the side to get a better look at Jungkook.Â
âI donât know. I just grabbed it because the colors on the box were pretty.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook tosses the box onto the floor and pulls out his preferred brand, tried and true. Setting it to the side, he opens the new bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers.Â
Jungkook assumes the fit will be tight due to Taehyungâs position since his legs are pushed together, but Jungkook is patient. He holds Taehyung open with one hand and rubs his lubed-up fingers against his rim.Â
Taehyung groans into the crook of his elbow and squirms from the cold lube, but he canât move with Jungkookâs body weight on him.Â
 âStay still,â Jungkook murmurs with a light squeeze of Taehyungâs cheek.Â
The satisfaction of getting a reaction out of Taehyung dissolves when Jungkook easily slips his finger past his rim. With a shaky breath, Jungkook pulls out and adds another finger without resistance.Â
Taehyung never said when he went on the date, but heâs stretched enough that Jungkook massages his prostate with three fingers after only minimal stretching. He spends some time tapping and swirling his fingertips around his walls until Taehyung tries pushing against Jungkookâs fingers.Â
âJungkook, please,â Taehyung whimpers, and something snaps inside Jungkook.Â
âJagiya,â Jungkook rarely uses the pet name, but he knows it makes Taehyung quiver when he does. âSay my name again, jagi.â
âJungkook,â Taehyung moans when Jungkook speeds up his fingers.Â
The sound of his palm smacking against Taehyungâs asscheek and the squelch of lube harmonizes with Taehyungâs breathy chant of Jungkookâs name. He leans forward until his chest is pressed against Taehyungâs back, and his teeth can graze against the curve of Taehyungâs ear.Â
âYou said he didnât touch you like I do,â Jungkook repeats and lets out a slight hum when Taehyung nods. âTell me what you like about how I touch you.âÂ
When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves kisses across Taehyungâs shoulders and down his spine.Â
âYou touch me like Iâm special,â Taehyung says softly, his statement punctuated by a quiet whimper when Jungkook pulls his fingers out of him.Â
âWhat else?â Jungkook asks before tearing a condom package with his teeth.Â
âYouâre gentle, and you actually care about how I feel. I can trust you,â Taehyungâs voice cracks when Jungkook spreads his cheeks to finally sink his cock into him in one slow but smooth thrust.Â
Planting one hand on the seat beside Taehyungâs waist and grabbing Taehyungâs waist with the other to press him into the seat, Jungkook leans forward and grinds his pelvis against Taehyungâs ass.Â
âFuck,â Jungkook grunts, âAm I too heavy on you?âÂ
Taehyung shakes his head and reaches down to adjust his cock so it rubs against the seat at a comfortable angle every time Jungkook thrusts into him. Â
Despite being adequately stretched, the position makes Taehyungâs grip on Jungkookâs cock hot and tight. Theyâve never fucked like this, with Jungkook straddling Taehyungâs thighs. Even though Jungkook canât reach as deep as he likes to, the tight heat and softness of Taehyungâs ass, as well as the intimacy of having to hover over Taehyung, makes up for it.Â
âFeels really good,â Taehyung says softly, his eyes scrunched shut. âYouâre right there.âÂ
Jungkook knows what that means. He maintains the current angle of his hips when he thrusts into Taehyung again, the head of his cock hitting Taehyungâs prostate directly.Â
âYes, fuck, Jungkook, stay there.âÂ
Taehyungâs moans are pretty, so deep and airy that they seem to whisper a secret meant only for Jungkook. Jungkook should be the only one who gets to hear Taehyung like this. His heart yearns to call Taehyung his own, to be the person Taehyung can go to for support, to give him affection freely without feeling as though this is all just temporary.Â
Itâs why the sex is so good, Jungkook thinks as he picks up the pace, fucking Taehyung just the way he likes it. The pace is hard and fast because Jungkook needs this. He needs to be as close to Taehyung as he possibly can and needs to mold himself until they become one, two halves making a whole. He needs to hear Taehyung moan his name when heâs on the verge of tears because Jungkook fucks into him relentlessly and latches his lips to every inch of bare skin to leave his mark so Jungkook canât look at Taehyung without remembering that he yearns.Â
âCan you cum like this?â Jungkook leans down to murmur in Taehyungâs ear, drawing a string of expletives out of Taehyung that are moaned so quietly that Jungkook can hardly make them out.Â
âY-Yeah, yeah.âÂ
âGonna cum on my cock, jagiya? Let me feel how good I am to you?âÂ
Dirty talk embarrasses Taehyung, but Jungkook knows it turns him on anyway.Â
âI will, I will.âÂ
Taehyung lifts his chin so Jungkook can kiss him. Itâs sideways, and Taehyung keeps rocking up and down across the seat from each smack of Jungkookâs body against his, but it feels good to taste Taehyung while heâs inside of him.Â
Another thing Jungkook knows about Taehyung is that he likes to stretch out. Itâs like he builds up tension inside of him, then curls into himself when he cums. It reminds Jungkook of a cat stretching after a long nap. Taehyung doesnât have much room to do that in Jungkookâs car, but he reaches his arms above his head to grab the edge of the seat and hold himself in place as Jungkook fucks him.Â
Intertwining their fingers, Jungkook brings one of Taehyungâs arms behind him, bending it at the elbow so his hand rests at the small of his back. Jungkook keeps holding his hand, even when Taehyung starts squeezing it and digging his nails into his skin hard enough to hurt.Â
âJungkook,â Taehyung gasps with one particularly hard thrust. âA little faster, please. Iâm close.âÂ
âGod, youâre so cute, I love you so fucking much.âÂ
The confession is so natural that it slips out without Jungkook even realizing it. The reality doesnât sink in until he hears Taehyung moan, this time with a higher pitch and whinier, a sound Jungkook has never heard from him before. It sounds broken and desperate.Â
Surprisingly, Jungkook doesnât feel the anxiety he thought he would when he considered eventually confessing. Perhaps because it is natural, something that should have happened so long ago.Â
Jungkook gives Taehyung what he wants, making sure not to hold him down too hard so he can move his hips to meet Jungkookâs thrusts, further stimulating his cock trapped between his body at the seat. It doesnât matter that Jungkookâs seats are black. When Taehyung cums with a wet, sputtering sob as tears stream down his cheeks, Jungkook knows nothing matters except him making Taehyung feel good.Â
Pulling out, Jungkook rips the condom off and sits back on Taehyungâs thighs as he pumps his cock. His orgasm hits him so hard that heâs silent, only uttering a small groan when the last of his cum spurts on Taehyungâs ass.
âShit,â Jungkook sighs, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath.Â
The car windows are so foggy that condensation drips down them, creating streaks that expose the city's lights around them. The air inside the car is muggy, smelling of sweat and cum. Jungkook may be weird, but he likes the smell of sex when itâs with Taehyung. Maybe heâs that pathetically whipped for Taehyung. If he is, he doesnât care.
âJungkook,â Taehyung calls hoarsely, lifting up the top half of his body so heâs resting on his elbows. âCan you clean me up?âÂ
Heâs shy when he asks, and Jungkook wonders if heâll grow out of it. It wouldnât matter to him, though. Jungkook loves Taehyung regardless of if heâs afraid to say cum or not.
In the front console is a disorganized stack of napkins Jungkook has collected from eating fast food far too many times. He grabs a handful of them to clean Taehyung up and is acutely aware of Taehyung watching his every move. Itâs nerve-wracking because Jungkook knows what Taehyung is thinking about and thinks he knows what Taehyung will say. It will be exactly what Jungkook hopes for, yet heâs still scared.Â
The two men watch each other get dressed and exchange shy smiles when Jungkook smacks his head on the ceiling, and Taehyung accidentally crushes the box of fire and ice condoms. Jungkook feels like a teenager sneaking out of the house to hook up with his high school sweetheart, parked somewhere they shouldnât be. He canât believe heâs well into his twenties and just had sex in a grocery store parking lot.Â
âDo you only love me during sex? Or all the time?â Taehyung finally asks once he and the seat have been cleaned up as best as Jungkook can, and they both are fully clothed.Â
âAll the time,â Jungkook confesses with Taehyung sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs and draping his arms over his shoulders.Â
âDid you say it because of my date?âÂ
Jungkook runs his hands along Taehyungâs sides and takes his time to think about the question. Itâs a valid one, but Jungkook doesnât like the implications.Â
âI loved you before the date.â Itâs an easy answer to give.Â
Taehyung runs his pretty fingers through Jungkookâs hair and kisses his forehead.Â
âI went on the date because I love you, and I thought you wouldnât want to commit to being with me,â Taehyung presses his face into the crook of Jungkookâs neck and breathes him in, sweaty skin and all. âI fucked myself over, though. I left the date loving you more.âÂ
Jungkook never planned for Taehyung to enter his life and completely turn it upside down, but as he holds the back of Taehyungâs head and wraps his arm around his waist to keep him against his chest, Jungkookâs thankful for the part of him that gave himself permission to love.Â
_Strangers to lovers, Forbidden Love, Hurt/ Comfort, Porn with plot
đđ A gangster au with lots of romance and smut in which Taehyung and Jungkook have to explore their feelings in secret until Taehyung gets fed up with it and becomes a mob boss himself.
âI knew from the moment I met you I would spend a lifetime missing youâ
Despite his young age, Jeon Jungkook has already experienced a lot due to his mother's premature death and the decision to leave Busan to start over in Seoul. The wealthy and charismatic Taehyung believes he holds the key to living a successful life. Their love was not anticipated, and, much like life's best surprises, it will become the most important thing.
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Or, the young barista Jeon Jungkook meets the ambitious student Kim Taehyung. One was waiting for the love of his life, the other believed that love is full of empty promises.
Very few people know much about fashion model Kim Taehyung aside from the rumors that circulate in the media. Even his new bodyguard, Jungkook, hasn't learned not to judge a book by its cover.
Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Trope: Bodyguard/model au, pwp
Word Count: 6,485
Content Warning: Social commentary on queer relationships, dom TH, sub JK, power dynamics, blow job, bathroom sex, anal fingering, anal sex, spit as lube, cock stepping (don't look at me), Taehyung is bad at feelings
A/N: Happy Pride~ Here come my kinky gay fics. (Or at least what I think Tumblr can handle jshdfks. We've forgotten the ancient texts actually.) Also, yes, I knowww Seokjin's birthday isn't during the summer, but it fit the story
Soundtrack: Baby - Charli XCX
âTaehyung-ssi! Look this way! Here, look here!â
âTaehyung-ssi, is it true that you plan to pursue film roles in the near future?â
âGive us a pose, Taehyung-ssi!â
âTAEHYUNGIE, MARRY ME!â
Blinding camera lights flash in every direction, illuminating the night with explosions of white.
Taehyung has just barely slipped out of the all-black car with tinted windows pulled up to the curb of an expensive hotel in Seoul's Gangnam district.
Itâs a warm night, the summer heat heavy in the still air. Taehyung isnât particularly interested in standing outside any longer than he needs to. Contrary to what the media may lead you to believe, rich people do sweat, and Taehyung is wearing skintight leather pants and a black blouse heavy with gold adornments. It might not be the best outfit for the weather, but heâs willing to suffer if it means heâll look good.
Though he always looks good.
Hence the group of photographers lining the sidewalk, using everything from professional cameras to their cellphones to snap the perfect picture of the Kim Taehyung on his way to his agentâs birthday party.
Clearly, someone tipped the paparazzi off about what was meant to be a low-profile gathering.
It was likely Jimin, Taehyung thinks as he puts on a dazzling smile just as bright white as the mini fireworks leaving black spots in his vision. His best friend and coworker has always had a penchant for the dramatics â even if it means inconveniencing his friends.
However, Seokjin will blow a fuse when he finds out. If he hasnât already. Judging by the silence of Taehyungâs phone on the ride over, he doesnât think shit has hit the fan quite yet.
Itâs all harmless, really. Taehyung hardly minds the paparazzi; heâs accustomed to them. If anything, he thrives when lenses are pointed in his direction.
Heâs one of Asiaâs most sought-after models, after all. It isnât just the flash of cameras thatâs overwhelming. Taehyung has grown so accustomed to people referring to his beauty as blinding that he hardly registers the supposed compliment when spoken by people who merely want to get in his good graces. Or his bed, but thatâs a whole other matter.
Regardless, Taehyung blossoms under the attention like a moonflower under the milky glow of the midnight moonlight.
Itâs easy. A tilt of the chin, downward as to force a coy gaze through his blonde bangs, one shoulder shrugged up to force his collar bones to point more prominently. He parts his lips slightly, just enough to show the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner, followed by a quick swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip that leads to another heart-stopping smile. It's even better when he bites the tip of his tongue and lets it poke out between his teeth.
He ignores the paparazziâs questions and fansâ marriage proposals and doesnât bother saying anything at all. He knows heâs just a pretty face, snatched waist, and long legs. No one cares what comes out of his mouth except for those fans who go to Twitter to petition for him to start an ASMR channel. Even then, he is merely a sex symbol, something to fuel their impossible fantasies.
Thatâs perfectly fine with Taehyung. He likes to give people what they want. Working a crowd or even a photographer and his manager is exciting. More than once, photographers have praised him for how easy he is to work with. A certain level of power comes with being able to stir such emotions in another person with a simple look or singular word.
And Taehyung quite enjoys holding such power.
He brings his cupped hand to his face, creating a heart with the apple of his cheek. Itâs a delicate dance, flirting with being both alluring and innocent enough to seem attainable.
âTaehyung-ssi, we should keep moving.â
A hand lightly presses against Taehyungâs lower back. He can feel the personâs warmth seep through his shirt. The added body heat makes his skin tingle.
âI told you, you can call me hyung, Jungkook,â Taehyung speaks with a smile, his sparkling eyes never straying from the group of paparazzi scattered along the sidewalk.
Jungkook exhales forcefully enough that Taehyung hears it over the clicking of the cameras. It makes Taehyungâs smile grow wider.
âMay we continue this conversation indoors, Taehyung-ssi?â
With a nod, Taehyung finally leaves his spot by the car to head toward the hotelâs front entrance.
Unsurprisingly, the paparazzi donât get out of his way. They choose this moment to swarm him, now close enough that Taehyung notices some of these people may actually be fans rather than official reporters or photographers.
Heâs never been worried about sasaengs; what is a little fan delusion to him, really? Fans are fans. Taehyung has always waved the concerns away. Even Jungkookâs position as his bodyguard is rather ridiculous if you ask Taehyung. Hiring a full-time bodyguard was requested â no, demanded â by Seokjin after Taehyungâs address was leaked on some internet forum. The gifts he subsequently received in the mail were nothing to report on, but Seokjin always has something shoved up his ass.
âTaehyungie, can we take a picture?â
A young man rushes to Taehyungâs side as he takes long strides toward the hotelâs entrance. Taehyung canât help but notice how tightly heâs clutching his phone, to the point that his hands are shaking.
Jungkook presses harder against Taehyungâs lower back, nearly causing the model to trip from the force. He subtly elbows Jungkook in the ribs in retaliation and turns his attention to the curious fan, ignoring the growing irritation from his bodyguard.
âAs you can imagine, Iâm late for my engagement, love,â Taehyung says sweetly, batting his eyelashes for good measure.
The fan â Taehyung assumes â is attractive, albeit a little shiftyâno shame in that. Taehyung is a bit odd himself, at times, though that isnât anything strangers or the media get to see. No, the outside world gets a well-manicured version of Taehyung. They get Koreaâs It Boy, just the way he likes it.
âWait, Taehyung-ssi!â the fan nearly shouts. âYou donât understand, I love you so much!â
The abruptness of his loud tone is startling, but Taehyung makes a living off of maintaining an unphased expression.
âIâm very sorââ
Interrupting Taehyung, the fan grabs his wrist and yanks.
This time, Taehyung really does trip. If it werenât for Jungkook immediately planting himself between Taehyung and the fan, Taehyung would have fallen into the fanâs arms.
Using his forearm, Jungkook roughly shoves the fan in the chest.
âDo not touch him,â Jungkook growls.
The deep, assertive masculinity of Jungkookâs order makes Taehyung shiver, even as his nerves are shaken by the entire interaction.
âI suggest you all give Taehyung-ssi some room, or I will be forced to move you out of the way myself.â
Two security officers working for the hotel deal with the unruly fan, restraining him when he tries to charge at Taehyung again.
âFucking bottom bitch-ass twink.â
Taehyung spins around to look at the fan over Jungkookâs shoulder even as Jungkook tries to hurry him into the hotel.
âWhat the hell did he just call me?â
âTaehyung-ssi,â Jungkook murmurs a low warning, âWe do not need to cause any more of a scene than what has already occurred.â
With a scoff, Taehyung finally allows Jungkook to usher him through the hotelâs rotating doors. Cool air blasts his face as he steps through the threshold, calming down the heat that spiked across his cheeks from the weather and irritation.
âIâm not a twink.â
Jungkook gives Taehyung a side look as they approach the elevators.
âIs that whatâs concerning you? A fan attacks you, and youâre worried about name-calling?â
âYes,â Taehyung sniffs, jamming his thumb against the elevator button to close the doors a bit too hard. âNor am I a bottom.â
Jungkook makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. The sound flares frustrated heat in Taehyungâs chest again.
âDo you have something to say?â He whips his head around to look at Jungkookâs snarky expression head-on.
âIt would be unprofessional for me to say.â
The elevators open to a wide hallway, across from which are the doors leading to the banquet hall where Seokjinâs party takes place. Music and the sound of laughter burst through the doors. If Seokjin knows how to do anything, itâs throwing an obnoxious party.
âNo, I think you should say it,â Taehyung challenges, eyes focused on Jungkook even as he steps into the room.
âSay what?â
Summoned by the potential taste of drama, Jimin appears at Taehyungâs side, hovering near his elbow. Like Taehyung, Jimin is dressed in all black, though his boots have a higher heel. He shakes his head lightly, flicking pastel-pink bangs out of his eyes. Heâs in the middle of his comeback promotions, so his appearance seems to change daily.
Taking a flute of champagne from one of the waiters servicing the room, Taehyung gives Jungkook an expectant look.
Jungkook clears his throat and admits, âI⊠would assume that Taehyung-ssi is a bottom.â
Jimin chokes on the champagne he swallows. A bit of it sprays onto Taehyungâs face, and he makes an exaggerated gagging sound as he pats the moisture away.
âWhy are we discussing Taehyungâs bedroom preferences?â Jimin asks, but his eyes gleam enthusiastically rather than look offended, like his words might imply.
A few other guests hover near the trio, wanting to greet Taehyung or speak with Jimin, but they pay them no mind. There are more important matters to attend to.
âA fan assaulted Taehyung-ssi outside the entrance and called him some unpleasant things,â Jungkook says with a stern look that Taehyung knows is meant to chastise him.
âJungkookie has only known me for a few months,â Taehyung explains to Jimin but keeps his eyes locked on Jungkookâs. âAnd, therefore, he knows very little.â
Giving Jungkook a dazzling smile and a pat on the cheek, Taehyung turns his attention to Jimin, who has chugged what is likely his third or fourth flute of champagne.
âYou talk about being a bottom like itâs a bad thing,â Jimin accuses.
âYes, well, we donât all have an ass like yours, Jiminie.â
âThatâs for damn sure.â A smug smile lifts Jiminâs lips around his champagne flute. âWould you care to dance with this fine piece of ass, Kim Taehyung?â
Taehyung lets his eyes trail Jungkookâs rigid posture for a moment. The younger man has returned to the blank professionalism that irritates Taehyung to no end. So obedient and pliant, all for the sake of what?
Perhaps Taehyung should be more disturbed by the fanâs outrageous behavior. Perhaps he shouldnât care about name-calling because stereotypes mean nothing, and perhaps he should be more concerned for his physical well-being.
This is Kim Taehyung, though. Infallible. Unshakeable.
So he gets his fill of Jungkookâs cold exterior and chooses to wave the whole thing off.
âYou can stand down, Jungkook-ah. The only thing here that may kill me is this minx.â
Taehyung reaches out to lace his fingers with Jiminâs. When Jimin tugs him toward the dancefloor, Taehyung sends Jungkook a wink and a smile that has him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
No matter how attractive Jungkook is, seeing him hover in Taehyungâs peripheral vision at every corner is just short of infuriating. He does not need to be nearly plastered to Taehyungâs back wherever he goes. What danger is he in? It isnât as though threats have been made against him or something as ridiculous. Sure, heâs got some overzealous â and apparently rude â fans, so what? Jimin does, too, and no bodyguard is dampening his night.
With a long sigh, Taehyung twists to stare pointedly at Jungkook, who stands against the wall near the bar where Taehyung sits. Heâs chatting with another guard, one Taehyung recognizes as Seokjinâs. His name is Yoongi or something like that; Taehyung doesnât bother keeping up with unimportant matters.
He curls his index finger at Jungkook, beckoning him to the bar. At that moment, Seokjin slides into the barstool beside him.
âTwo tequila shots,â Seokjin requests of the bartender. His eyes and teeth shine in the multicolored lights flashing in the room.
Everyone has been dancing and drinking for hours. Taehyung is pretty sure there are people here that Seokjin didnât even invite.
âHaving fun, Taehyungie?â
âIs it possible not to in the presence of such an animal?â Taehyung snickers, taking the shot glass Seokjin slides toward him. âHappy birthday, you bastard.â
âIsnât it lovely that my parents decided to fuck?â
Taehyung holds the shot glass halfway to his mouth and snorts with laughter.
âIâll drink to that.â
âNo, you wonât.â
Jungkook snatches the shot glass out of Taehyungâs hand. He reaches over the bar counter to pour it out into the sink.
âHey! I could have taken it,â Seokjin gripes. âIâm the birthday boy.â
Ignoring Seokjinâs protests, Taehyung glares at Jungkook and hates that he stares right back.
âWhat the fuck?â
âYouâve had too much to drink,â Jungkook states calmly.
âI had one alcoholic drink tonight. I donât even like to drink, and you would know that if you actually paid attention instead of being paranoid all the time and listening to whatever dumb shit you hear other people say about me.â
Taehyungâs irritation flares in his chest so hot that he feels it creep up his neck. Itâs true; he isnât drunk. A little buzzed, sure, but nothing that impairs his judgment. Jungkook is overbearing, and there is nothing Taehyung hates more than authority.
âThis is your fault.â Taehyung spins around to glare at Seokjin, who quickly throws his hands up.
âIâm the birthday boy,â he repeats as he stands. âThe birthday boy is going to go enjoy himself and not deal with whatever the fuck this is, goodbye.â
With his social buffer gone, Taehyung turns to Jungkook once again. Perhaps heâs being a bit of a diva; it wouldnât be the first time, according to Jimin. And it wouldnât be the last â this, Taehyung knows. Still, it doesnât seem fair that Jungkook seems to have unearned and unreasonable control over Taehyungâs life.
âWhat are you, my babysitter?â Taehyung asks, unable to stop the snappy comments from rolling off his tongue.
Jungkook is undeterred, as usual.
âI am merely working to keep you safe, Taehyung-ssi.â
Sliding off the barstool, Taehyung wraps his large hand around Jungkookâs surprisingly small wrist and leads him out of the banquet hall. When anyone looks in their direction, Taehyung flashes them a pearly smile and does what he knows how to do best â fake it.
Out in the hallway, away from flashing lights and head-pounding music, Taehyung can get a good look at Jungkook. His eyes are doe-like and sparkly, even when the rest of his face seems impassive. The innocence of his eyes contrasts the metal pierced into his face and the hulk of his muscular body. Jeon Jungkook is full of contradictions that Taehyung hasnât attempted to understand.
âJust because one fan got too close doesnât mean I canât take care of myself, Jungkook.â
Taehyung refuses to back down, even when he realizes he has crowded Jungkook against the wall. Like this, he feels power similar to what he feels when he walks through a sea of flashing lights, except this time, the power has the potential for action behind it. It isnât empty power; it has meaning to it.
Theyâre close now, too close. Taehyung can see the flecks of light brown in Jungkookâs dark eyes and thinks those little pieces must be what makes his eyes sparkle. He stares at the cute little mole that rests beneath Jungkookâs bottom lip and wonders how he hadnât noticed it before.
âTaehyung-ssi,â Jungkook calls out, but Taehyung is vibrating with power and need.
âDo you know that youâre infuriating?â Taehyung asks, ignoring Jungkookâs call. âDo you do it on purpose because itâs so fucking attractive on you, and you want to make my life hell?â
A flicker of a smirk makes the corners of Jungkookâs lips jump, but he quickly controls his face.
âI do not know what you mean, Taehyung-ssi.â
Taehyung steps closer and realizes belatedly that theyâre both breathing far too heavily for people standing in place.
âYou know exactly what I mean. Especially after your little comment earlier. What do you make of me, Jungkook-ah? Do you think Iâm a slut? An industry whore?â
Jungkookâs eyebrows turn downward, though his mouth doesnât frown.
âOf course not, but it is none of my business.â
âJust like me being a bottom is none of your business?â
Finally, Jungkook breaks eye contact. His eyes wander to a group of women giggling as they stumble from the bathroom across the hall into the party room.
âWe shouldnât be speaking like this out here where others may hear us,â Jungkook eventually answers but still doesnât look Taehyung in the eyes. âIt is unprofessional.â
Something in Taehyung snaps. It may be because of the arousal that has bubbled up in the pit of his stomach ever since Jungkook dealt with the aggressive fan or the simple fact that Taehyung has been plagued by an attractive yet irritating, unwanted bodyguard for months. Whatever the root cause, it doesnât matter. Taehyung cannot stop himself from grabbing Jungkook by the collar and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
There are no fireworks. Taehyung doesnât kick foot up in the air like a princess met with true love. But the embers in his chest are stroked enough to erupt into flames that consume him when the tip of Jungkookâs tongue brushes against his.
âCome with me,â Taehyung commands with a bite to Jungkookâs lips before stepping away. He doesnât stop to check if Jungkook follows him into the menâs bathroom; he knows he will.
Once inside, Taehyung reaches up to bolt the door, locking it from the inside.
âGet on your knees, Jungkook.â
Dropping slowly, Jungkook follows his orders with a blank expression. The only thing that betrays how he feels is how pink his cheeks and the tips of his ears are.
Taehyung likes that Jungkookâs body betrays him. Jungkook can be as much a rule-following hardass as he wants to be, but Taehyung affects people. There is no denying the blood that rushes to his face nor the blood that rushes south.
âOh,â Taehyung breathes, âLook what we have here.â
He nudges Jungkookâs crotch with the toe of his shoe. Itâs a quick, gentle touch, nothing that could hurt or even be uncomfortable. But the action likely surprises Jungkook, for he flinches at the same time his hips jolt.
âDo you like it when I speak meanly to you, Jungkook-ah? Is that why youâre already hard?â
Jungkook is pretty on his knees in front of Taehyung. He looks up at him through long, curled eyelashes. Taehyung likes how he can make Jungkookâs doe eyes widen when he taps his hard cock with his shoe once again. Like before, the motion is quick and light. Itâs also enough for Jungkookâs facade to begin to crack.
âTaehyung-ssi, Iââ
âAh, still with the formal language, Jungkookie?â Taehyung asks with an exaggerated pout. âWill you ever let go of professionalism?â
Reaching down, he runs the tip of his index finger against Jungkookâs jaw, starting at the soft spot beneath his ear, along the edge of his jaw, until he lightly taps the underside of his chin.
Without even needing Taehyung to tell him, Jungkook tilts his head back to expose his throat and maintains eye contact as he licks his lips.
âIt would be unprofessional, Taehyung-ssi.â
Taehyung presses down on Jungkookâs clothed cock hard enough to draw a whimper out of him. The corners of Taehyungâs mouth twitch when Jungkook quickly grabs his ankle to stop him from applying more pressure.
âIs this not unprofessional?â Taehyung asks with a tilt of his head.
By now, Jungkookâs hairline shines with a thin sheen of sweat. The moisture weakens whatever product he uses to style his hair, and a few strands fall out of place against his forehead.
âI suppose â I suppose, yes,â he stutters when Taehyung presses down harder.
Whatever else he wants to say is drowned out by the guttural moan that rips through him. His fingers slip underneath the hem of Taehyungâs pants. His thumb caresses the smooth skin, even with his nails digging into Taehyung to hold onto something. The gentle motion contrasts nicely with how roughly Taehyung taps the toe of his shoe against his hard cock.
âDo you know what else would be unprofessional?â
Jungkook shakes his head. That isnât good enough for Taehyung, though. If his loyal bodyguard wants to be professional, he should address him properly every time.
Grabbing the hair at the back of Jungkookâs head, he tugs until Jungkookâs head falls entirely backward.
âI need to hear you.â
âI donât know what else would be unprofessional, Taehyung-ssi.â
Taehyung lets go of Jungkookâs hair and straightens his posture. He is silent for a moment, toying with the collection of thin gold bracelets adorning his delicate wrists. Much of Taehyung is delicate and dainty, even when his presence in a room is often described as larger-than-life. He returns his gaze to Jungkook and thinks Jungkook probably assumes that all of Taehyung is delicate and dainty, just like the other people who donât take the time to get to know himâ to understand him.
Jungkook squirms on his knees, most likely uncomfortable from his cock straining in his already tight dress pants. He looks good in his all-black outfit of slacks and a button-up. The red and black bomber jacket is the only bit of color. Taehyung always thought red suits Jungkook. It certainly pairs nicely with his hot ears and cheeks.
âIt would be unprofessional for you to choke on my cock, Jungkook,â Taehyung finally offers. He doesnât miss how sharply Jungkook inhales. âBut I am hardly one for professionalism, as you already know.â
âI do know.â No one else is in the bathroom; Taehyung checked when they first entered. Still, Jungkook whispers.
âThen I ask you again: Will you let go of professionalism?â
For a moment, Taehyung thinks Jungkook will deny him. There was always the risk that he would, and Taehyung would finally have chased him off. At first, Taehyung didnât care about the outcome; what would it matter if the bodyguard he didnât want quit? Now, though, he has enjoyed having Jungkook to play with.
Jungkook clears his throat and stares directly into Taehyungâs eyes with an expression that makes something feral claw at Taehyungâs insides.
âIâll let go.â
âGood boy,â Taehyung beams. âVery good.â
His deft fingers unbuckle his belt, letting the ends hang from their loops as he works on the button and zipper. Some news outlets will tell you that Kim Taehyung got on his knees to climb his way to the top of the modeling industry. Itâs funny, considering Taehyung only ever has other people kneel for him.
Despite knowing his effect on other people, Taehyung is somewhat stunned by how quickly Jungkook unravels. He places his palms flat on his thighs and parts his lips slightly â so obedient and pliant like he is over his job, except this time, itâs Taehyung calling the shots.
âWish you could see yourself, Jungkook,â Taehyung murmurs as he dips his thumbs into his waistband, pulling on his briefs enough to take his cock out. âLook so pretty on your knees.â
Jungkook openly stares at Taehyung as he lightly squeezes the head of his cock. He isnât hard yet, but it wonât take much for him to get there if Jungkook keeps looking at him like that.
Taehyungâs cock is pretty, just like the rest of him. It isnât arrogance; people have told him before. Thick enough to make the people he fucks babble about feeling full, long enough to hit the sweet spot inside them â Taehyung thinks he has the right to be smug as he strokes himself and watches Jungkookâs eyes widen.
âYouâve been awfully quiet, big boy,â Taehyung bites his lip and pauses for a moment when Jungkook blinks a few times as though heâd been in a trance. âLike what you see?â
âYes, Taehyung-ssi,â Jungkook rushes to speak. He swallows hard, throat bobbing and lips shining from running his tongue across them repeatedly.
With the hand that isnât pumping his cock, Taehyung squeezes Jungkookâs jaw. His fingers dig into his skin, tilting his head slightly and coaxing his jaw to slacken. Such obedience gives Taehyung a surge of power through his veins, something electric and addicting. He wants to push Jungkook to see how much he can get away with.
âOpen your mouth and stick out your tongue,â he commands, pressing his thumb to Jungkookâs bottom lip as Jungkook slowly opens up.
Leaning forward slightly, Taehyung spits into Jungkookâs mouth. It lands on his tongue and drips down his bottom lip, but he doesnât move aside from fluttering his eyes.
âDonât swallow yet.â
Jungkook moans in response, the sound high-pitched and breathy since he canât close his mouth.
Semi-hard, Taehyungâs cock twitches when he grips the base and takes a step forward. His breath is caught in his throat as he slides the head of his cock onto Jungkookâs tongue, their spit mixing with the tiny amount of precum beading at the tip.
âCan you make me hard, Jungkookie?â
âMhmm,â Jungkook moans around Taehyungâs cock as Taehyung gradually feeds it to him.
Jungkook suckles on the head, rubbing his tongue on the underside to stimulate the sensitive nerve endings there. He slurps as he sucks Taehyungâs cock into his mouth, the sound obscene and heightened when it echoes through the empty bathroom.
âFuck, Jungkook,â Taehyung groans.
The wet heat makes Taehyung shiver, and his cock gradually hardens as Jungkook takes more of him down his throat. He lets Jungkook set the pace, even if itâs slow. Sometimes, Taehyung doesnât mind that; honestly, itâs sweet. Taehyung criticized Jungkook for believing assumptions about him, but it seems that perhaps Taehyung has made assumptions about Jungkook, too.
Nothing about Jungkookâs behavior is expected, but all of it is welcomed.
With a quiet sigh, Taehyung slides his hands across Jungkookâs temples and digs his fingers into his silky hair to get a good grip on his head.
âGonna fuck your throat,â Taehyung warns Jungkook, giving him enough time to tell him if he isnât into the idea.
Jungkook coughs when he pushes himself forward until he presses his nose against Taehyungâs abdomen.
Pulling back, Jungkook opens his mouth wide. He does his best to lock his doe eyes with Taehyungâs as he begins thrusting into his mouth.
At first, the thrusts are shallow, testing the waters. Once Jungkook proves to be capable of holding his own, Taehyung quickens his pace. His thrusts are sharp and hard. Occasionally, he holds Jungkookâs face against his abdomen, forcing him to choke on the entire length of his cock before slowly pulling back to let him breathe.
Even though the door is locked, Taehyung canât help but get excited at the idea of someone knowing what theyâre doing. Perhaps they can hear Jungkook gag on Taehyungâs cock when he thrusts particularly hard, hitting the back of his throat. Maybe theyâll bang on the door. Maybe theyâll gossip about it. Taehyung wonders if theyâll think itâs him getting his throat fucked.
It doesnât matter. By the time heâs finished with Jungkook, itâll be clear what happened.
Reaching down, Taehyung wraps his hand around Jungkookâs throat. When he squeezes, he feels Jungkookâs throat tighten around his cock. Every time his throat spasms, Taehyung feels lightheaded.
âShit, okay, okay,â Taehyung pulls Jungkook off of him. Spit connects the tip of his now fully hard cock with Jungkookâs pink, swollen lips.
Jungkook gasps with drool dripping at the corners of his mouth and tears streaking his flushed cheeks. He looks pretty like this, ruined, though Taehyung supposes most people do. Jungkook especially, though.
Something feels tight in Taehyungâs chest when he brings his hand to cup Jungkookâs face. It feels like affection, but that canât possibly be it. Kim Taehyung doesnât feel things like that, not for men who arenât his dearest friends. Not for men who are pretty enough to ruin him.
And Jungkook could. Even though itâs Taehyung who runs his thumb across Jungkookâs face to wipe away his tears, Jungkook would be the one to ruin him.
Swallowing the strange lump in his throat, Taehyung grabs Jungkookâs chin and guides him to stand up.
Leaning forward, Taehyung presses his lips to Jungkookâs, immediately capturing his bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. It distracts Jungkook from Taehyungâs fingers undoing his slacks. Heâs quick to tug his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, far enough to give him access to the part of Jungkookâs body Taehyung has always admired but never got the chance to experience.
His large hands immediately find the swell of Jungkookâs ass and begin kneading the soft skin, appreciating the firmness of the muscles he finds there. Itâs no surprise; Jungkook has the body of an athlete â far different from Taehyungâs slender frame.
âThis ass,â Taehyung praises once he lets go of Jungkookâs bitten lip. âGod, I wanna fuck you so bad.â
âOh,â Jungkook sighs, pushing back slightly to encourage Taehyung to keep up with the massage. He fists the front of Taehyungâs shirt, wrinkling the material, but Taehyung doesnât care. Appearances matter, but not in a situation like this.
âWill you let me fuck you, baby?â Taehyung whispers against Jungkookâs lips when he pulls his face closer to his again.
âY-Yeah, Taehyung-ssi, please,â Jungkook stutters. Taehyung shouldnât find it cute.
Now that his neglected cock is free, Jungkook tries to thrust into Taehyungâs thigh, seeking any amount of friction he can find. His cock is pretty, too, with a delicious curve and flushed skin.
Taehyung doesnât get on his knees for men, but he would swallow Jungkookâs cock. Perhaps one day.
âUp against the counter, baby.â
The pet name flows from Taehyungâs lips easily while he maneuvers Jungkook to face the bathroom counter. A large mirror covers the wall, allowing the two men to watch themselves â and each other â as Taehyung shoves his fingers into Jungkookâs mouth.
âGet them nice and wet for me so I can open you up,â he instructs, but Jungkook already knows what to do. His warm, wet tongue swirls between Taehyungâs fingers, caressing them like he did Taehyungâs cock.
Jungkookâs dark eyes meet Taehyungâs in the mirror. Theyâre weighed down, heavy with lust. The look alone makes Taehyungâs stomach flip.
Taehyung removes his fingers with a pop once theyâre covered in spit. He grabs one of Jungkookâs plump cheeks with his clean hand to spread him open.
âBreathe,â he murmurs as he circles Jungkookâs exposed rim a few times.
Despite his somewhat harsh behavior earlier, Taehyung is gentle and slow as he presses his finger past Jungkookâs rim. He doesnât want to hurt him, no matter how much his cock aches to be inside of him.
âFuck, give me more, I can take more,â Jungkook groans. His eyes never leave Taehyungâs in the mirror, even when Taehyung lets his gaze fall to where Jungkookâs ass sucks in two of his fingers.
The stretch must be manageable because Jungkook pushes back on Taehyungâs fingers. He grips the edge of the counter to give himself leverage as he wiggles his hips.
Heâs so squirmy that Taehyung has to press a hand to his chest to keep him steady. Taehyung slips his hand beneath Jungkookâs shirt and tweaks his nipples, forcing his back to bow.
Spit isnât the easiest to work with, but Jungkook is surprisingly stretched already. Taehyung doesnât bother asking why. Whether Jungkook gets fucked regularly or he fucks himself with toys, it doesnât matter. Taehyung has no room for jealousy when all he can think about is how badly his cock throbs.
âI want you to call me hyung while I fuck you,â Taehyung says lowly in Jungkookâs ear before kissing just behind the lobe, where the skin is soft and dented. He flicks his tongue against the silver hoop he wears in one ear.
âOkay, hyung.â
A shiver rolls through Taehyungâs body, but he stops himself from moaning.
âGood. Donât make me have to tell you twice.â
Reaching for his wallet, Taehyung takes out a condom and rips it open with his teeth. Jungkook whimpers when he does it, though he tries to keep quiet by biting his bottom lip. Taehyung winks at him through the mirror and enjoys how pink in the face Jungkook gets.
âYouâre cute,â Taehyung murmurs against the nape of Jungkookâs neck while he rolls the condom on.
âShut up.â Jungkook doesnât sound convincing. Taehyung isnât sure if he genuinely meant to be or not.
With a chuckle, Taehyung gives Jungkookâs ass a light slap and enjoys the way the muscle jiggles from the force. Itâs going to look so good with Taehyung pounding into it. For now, he looks away and focuses on Jungkookâs utterly debauched face in the mirror.
Bringing a cupped hand just below Jungkookâs mouth, Taehyung presses his chest to Jungkookâs back and whispers in his ear, âSpit.â
Like a good boy, Jungkook drools into Taehyungâs palm until heâs satisfied and pulls away.
Slicking up his cock, Taehyung presses the fat head of his cock against Jungkookâs rim and finally allows himself to let out a shaky breath of anticipation.
âHyung,â Jungkook whines. Heâs nothing like the stone-cold bodyguard who stops Taehyung from enjoying life unrestrained. âIâm ready.â
They groan in unison when Taehyung eases into Jungkook. Despite lacking the type of lube Taehyung prefers, Jungkook is warm and wet and perfectly snug around his cock, sucking him in greedily. Taehyung keeps rubbing Jungkookâs nipples with one hand and uses the other to spread Jungkook open so he can watch himself bury his cock inside of him over and over again.
âFuck, hyung, oh god,â Jungkook moans.
His knuckles turn white from how tightly he grips the edge of the counter to keep himself up. Taehyung can feel how much effort it takes for Jungkook to keep himself together by how tightly his walls flutter around his cock.
Taehyung is ruthless as he fucks into Jungkook. His blunt nails dig crescents into Jungkookâs ass, and Taehyung thinks Jungkook likes the little nips of pain.
He loves how pliant Jungkook is, loves how his body rocks forward and eases back with each of Taehyungâs thrusts. He loves how his ass and thighs jiggle as his body slaps into them. He loves how Jungkookâs head lolls around on his neck because heâs panting and drooling and too fucked out of his mind to keep himself upright without Taehyung holding him.
âThat feel good, Jungkook-ah, hm?â Taehyung purrs in Jungkookâs ear and smiles with his teeth pressed against the side of his neck when Jungkook nods enthusiastically.
âSo good, hyung. You feel so good in me,â Jungkook pants.
âDidnât ever think your bottom of a boss would ever fuck you dumb, huh? Too much of a twink, huh?â
Taehyung canât help but bring it up. Like Jimin said, thereâs nothing wrong with being a bottom â Taehyung loves them, naturally. But god, is there a deep satisfaction in fucking someone who thought it would never happen â all because Taehyung acts a little flamboyant sometimes.
Taehyungâs dangly earrings swing as he fucks Jungkook. When he wraps his elegant fingers around Jungkookâs cock and begins jerking him off, he does so with the flick of a wrist adorned with thin gold bracelets. Taehyung wears dainty jewelry, and his mascara is getting ruined, but heâs fucking big, manly Jungkook within an inch of his life.
Itâs just so good.
âI take it back, okay? I fucking, fuck, I, I, fuck ââ
Jungkook tries to thrust up into Taehyungâs hand. It throws them off rhythm for a few seconds, but Taehyung quickly picks it back up again so that he is fucking into Jungkook while Jungkook can buck into Taehyungâs hand.
âCome?â Taehyung rolls his palm over the head of Jungkookâs cock.
Jungkook lets out a wet moan when he comes that makes Taehyung think he might be crying, but Taehyung doesnât bother checking the mirror. Heâs too busy chasing his own climax now that Jungkook came, watching his cock glide in and out of him.
Itâs the thought that this would feel so much better if Taehyung could shove Jungkookâs face down and fuck him into his mattress if they were at home that sends Taehyung over the edge. He comes with his forehead pressed against Jungkookâs shoulder blades and his fingers digging into the fleshy part of his hips.
âGod fucking damn it,â Taehyung groans, wrapping both arms around Jungkookâs tiny waist and pulling him flush against his chest. He rolls his hips, grinding against Jungkookâs prostate and making him try to wiggle away.
âTae, quit it,â Jungkook gasps as he swats at Taehyungâs arms, and Taehyung doesnât realize how light the casual use of his nickname makes him feel.
With an evil chuckle, Taehyung slips out of Jungkook with a hiss and throws away the condom. Using his forearm, he brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. Itâs good that theyâre in the bathroom; it makes clean-up easier.
âOkay?â Taehyung asks Jungkook as he tucks his cock into his pants and zips them up. Surprisingly, he hasnât made a mess on his clothes.
If only poor Jungkook could say the same.
âI got cum all over my shirt,â Jungkook groans. His hands shake as he dabs at his black shirt with a damp paper towel, trying to get out the sticky mess.
âJust zip up your jacket,â Taehyung points out before leaning over the sink to splash cold water on his face. âEveryone will be looking at me anyway.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes but zips up his jacket to hide his soiled shirt.
It isnât until Taehyung is finished trying to salvage what little makeup remains on his face that he notices the soft look on Jungkookâs.
âWhat?â he asks, whatever power heâd had earlier suddenly swirling down the drain like the water in the sink.
âYouâre right; everyone will be looking at you,â Jungkook says with a slight shrug. âYouâre beautiful, Taehyung-ssi.â
Itâs Taehyungâs turn to roll his eyes, mostly because he fears the flutter in his chest and needs to distract himself from it. He reaches out to pat Jungkookâs cheek but cups his face and lets his thumb brush over his bottom lip instead.
âI told you to call me hyung,â he murmurs before pulling Jungkook into a kiss.
warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments
word count: 2.6k
a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble iâve ever written and posted. my writing skills arenât the best but i hope you enjoy đ„č i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irlđ«¶đœ
âokay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,â you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkookâs destination on your phone and heâs 1 minute away from the house.
his parents, older brotherâs: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.
ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadnât seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldnât go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.
you hear the sound of jungkookâs car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.
âbaby iâm home!â jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.
âhi! how was work?â you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.
âeh. the same. you werenât at the porch today?â he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.
âsorry i was doing something,â you say hoping he doesnât think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit youâre wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. itâs nothing special but definitely something you wouldnât normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didnât have work today and did tell jungkook youâd be at home all day, so he knows you didnât go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.
âbaby, who told you to look so beautiful?â he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. heâs taken aback by your reaction because itâs also something you normally wouldnât do- refraining from a kiss.
you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.
âuhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.â
âyou look gorgeous baby. donât worry you wonât be bored for long,â he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you donât want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.
âbaby what happened? are you mad at me?â he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.
âno of course not. you just need to wash up first.â you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.
âbut you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit moreâ he winks. âand my birthdayâs in two hours,â he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. âi had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-â
âjungkook!â you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. youâre most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where youâre not clingy or touchy around each otherâs families. not because youâre scared theyâd judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when itâs just the two of you. pda isnât really your guyâs thing.
âaw come on baby. why are you getting so shy forâ he laughs. âitâs just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didnât wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and itâs the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-â
âno no jungkook you didnât do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then weâll eat dinner,â you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing itâll be for the both of you. youâll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.
âletâs take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.â he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while youâre still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.
âoh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!â you whisper loudly. heâs confused why youâre whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but heâs faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kidâs eyes. âgreatâ you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. heâs always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesnât know that yet.
âbaby iâm sorry but you know i canât hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,â he licks his lips leaning towards your face, âi was hoping for us to start now,â he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.
luckily youâre saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. âhate to break it to you but you canât be so horny tonight baby.â jimin follows and says while laughing, âyeah baby, donât mean to ruin the fun but youâve got company.â they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.
jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as heâs surprised by whoâs in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.
âwhatâre you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?â jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.
âhappy early birthday!â jimin says while ruffling jungkookâs hair.
âit was all y/nâs idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,â taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
âsurprise!â you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.
jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. âthank you thank you thank you!!â he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.
âanything for you, you big baby,â you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.
he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. âyou guys heard nothing.â
your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. theyâre not the only one who heard everything, you three think.
âaw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,â jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.
âwell weâre not the only ones who found it funnyâ jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.
âw-what do you mean?â jungkook looks at you three confusedly. âwho else heard?â
âclose your eyes okay?â you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.
âno peeking!â you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesnât fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.
âbaby what did i just hear?â jungkook asks.
âyouâll see on the count of three okay?â
you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkookâs favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.
you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkookâs face.
âokay 3âŠ2âŠ1âŠâ
âSURPRISE!!!â you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.
âi missed you guys sooo much.â
âwe know sweetie. we did too.â his mom says and kisses his cheek.
âhappy birthday son. weâre so proud of you.â his dad says shortly after.
you see jungkookâs eyes glistening and he looks like heâs on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.
âi canât believe you guys are all here. this doesnât feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i couldâve asked for.â
youâre all touched by jungkookâs words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that heâd have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day heâd see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.
âdonât thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.â you gush at his momâs words and let out a soft âthank youâ to her going over to give her a hug.
jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers âiâm so lucky.â
the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.
when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.
jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. âthank you so much baby. i really donât know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously donât know how much you mean to me y/n.â
âi do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,â you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss thatâs sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and itâs just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair thatâs parted in the middle. âi love you so much my love. happy birthday.â
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