I don’t know, don't think so?
Jungkook confesses his secret, embarrassing kink to Taehyung.
Taehyung decides to test what Jungkook really means by it.
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CW: burp kink, nsfw, coming in pants
It was late at night after a party that bts were told to show up to. It was fun, as these parties usually are, but it left most of them exhausted by the end. They stumbled back into the dorm at around midnight, saying their goodnights and going to their respective rooms to “sleep for the next 3 days.”
The only ones not exhausted were the youngest two, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were wide awake, almost two hours after the party, giggling and basking in each other's company. The night had melted into this perfect intimacy, like the world outside didn’t exist anymore. They never got as tired as the others. They were rowdy when together, sure, but that’s not why they were still up. Tonight, it was because of their “routine.”
This routine happened after parties like these. They’d take the unopened alcohol for themselves, and that’s pretty much all it was.. they just had this habit of drinking more and more. Of course, they’d ask the host if they could take it—giggling and stumbling while asking, making it obvious they really didn’t need it—but who could say no to those faces? No one could; so they always ended up with more alcohol than needed, and these nights happened more often than not.
Nearing 2 am, the only light in the room came from the lamp in the corner and the glow from the window. Jungkook sprawled across the couch, his cheeks flushed in the way they always were when he had this much alcohol. Taehyung was sitting against the armrest facing him, eyes crinkled with laughter at something Jungkook had just said.
Jungkook could only stare at him. He felt this loving, warm feeling in his chest when he was the reason Taehyung laughed the way he was. His laugh—his real laugh, it was this rich, full, unrestrained sound that carried through the room. It was just one of many things Jungkook felt honored to hear. He couldn’t stop the grin stretching across his face as he sat up to face him, like he had to mumble something to release the butterfly-like ache in his chest.
“God,” He muttered into the rim of his bottle, shy even though he was tipsy, “you’re so loud when you laugh.”
Taehyung’s laughter only doubled at that. His eyes were bright when he looked at Jungkook again. “Yeah? Well, I’m loud with lots of things…”
Jungkook tilted his head, already smiling, thinking Tae was talking about his sneezes (cause damn, were those loud.) “Like what?” he encouraged, thinking in this moment how grateful he was for the soundproof-ish walls. (Plus, the others were heavy sleepers when they were drunk.)
“Like when I burp,” Taehyung announced proudly, like it was a badge of honor. “Isn’t that always super loud?” He laughed at his own words and tipped the bottle back, gulping a long swig.
Jungkook laughed at that, a little too fast, but he shoved it down and just kept talking.
“Yeah, yeah, well… like, other things can be loud too,” He mumbled, trailing off at the end like he didn’t know where he was going with that.
Taehyung tilted his head, laughing at the sudden blush growing on jungkooks ears. “why are you blushing?”
Jungkook, without thinking, covered his face with his hands and argued back an “I’m not!” which Taehyung found even more silly.
Jungkook knew he was blushing. He knew he did a bad job of hiding when he felt… aroused, in a way. He didn't expect Taehyung to bring that up. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked.
He had a secret.
The truth was that Jungkook had a fetish for that stuff— burping aroused him. Not usually himself; it was always from others. It was worse now that he was drunk. It was really bad. He hadn’t been able to tell anyone because he swore that he never would.
At some point before now, he wanted to tell the others, if it ever got easier to do so, for this exact reason. He couldn’t help himself from “reacting” when certain things happened, blood rushing to his cheeks whenever anything piqued his arousal and then threatening to rush down. He knew one of his bandmates would find out at some point; his reactions weren’t exactly easy to hide—and he’d rather confess himself before they found out in some weird way. He’d just feel like a pervert if that ever happened.
Yet, the strangest thing—as time went on, he realized it was specifically Taehyung who had that effect on him. Tae was right in saying his burps were loud—that’s particularly why Jungkook could almost see it as this strange, intimate thing. No matter how loud Tae got, his burps were the loudest when it was just them two.
That’s what drove him so crazy. Especially if they were doing something in public or filming, and little noises were stifled, Jungkook felt that he “knew something” the public never would. It’s such a stupid little thing nobody else would think of, but he’s always thought that way. The reality of it bricked him solid.
So, with all that said, it’s no surprise that at the end of these nights, Jungkook stays in his room jerking off to the thought of Tae burping for him next time.
Like that would ever happen.
Realizing he was staring off into space, Jungkook stiffened without meaning to, eyes darting to Taehyung’s mouth before snapping them away.
It was stupid. So stupid, because his fantasies made him react in such a way. More blood rushed hot to his ears, heat crawling down his neck.
Of course Taehyung noticed the stiffening and change in hue, because how could he not? His laughter slowed, the corners of his smile twitching with curiosity.
“You okay?” Taehyung finally asked, leaning a little closer.
“Yeah,” Jungkook said too quickly, clearing his throat. He forced a laugh, waving it off, instantly blushing at how stupid this was. “It’s nothing.”
Taehyung wasn’t convinced. His brows pulled together slightly, staring at him a bit harder. He knew Jungkook too well. He could tell when something was gnawing at him.
“Seriously, what?” Taehyung prodded, tilting his head, eyes flicking over Jungkook’s face like he could read his thoughts if he stared hard enough. “Why’d you look at me like that just now?”
Jungkook swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Fuck, Tae wasn’t gonna let it go. “No reason.”
“Liar,” Taehyung pointed, leaning closer until Jungkook could smell the warmth of beer on his breath. “Come on. What’s up?”
Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You wouldn’t get it.”
But his voice faltered, and that was the mistake. He knew it, the second he said it, that he hadn’t completely shut the door. He could feel Taehyung catch it, his sharp eyes narrowing.
“You’re hesitating. That’s how I know you actually wanna say it.”
Jungkook’s face burned hotter.
“You’ll think I’m crazy,” Jungkook mumbled finally, shaking his head. He couldn’t even meet Taehyung’s eyes, staring instead at the label on his bottle, peeling at it with restless fingers.
“Hit me,” Taehyung said easily, voice gentle. He shifted even closer on the couch, shoulder brushing Jungkook’s arm. “I’m serious- you know I don’t care. Tell me.”
The words hung heavy in the air. Jungkook could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears—he could also feel his throat tightening, as if his body was trying to physically block him from speaking. He really wanted to change the subject. He hated himself for even reacting in the first place, otherwise they wouldn’t be here.
Though, he wouldn’t have been able to control it if he tried.
It was time, wasn’t it?
Taehyung was right there, watching him, genuinely curious about it, and Jungkook’s chest was aching with the weight of keeping it in. That stare, he just…
His voice came out low and broken.
“I get turned on by that kind of stuff,” Jungkook blurted, eyes squeezing shut. “I—um, I guess I have something of a burp kink. It’s… yeah.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he regretted it. He couldn’t bring himself to look up. He hated silence more than anything, and right now, the silence was deafening.
When he lifted his gaze, Taehyung was staring at him- head tilted slightly, brows furrowed in confusion. Yet there was no mockery in his expression. It was nothing Jungkook had braced for, It was just… genuine curiosity.
And, somehow, that was worse.
Taehyung wasn’t giving him an out. He was just staring, staring, staring, as if Jungkook was a puzzle he wanted to figure out. Jungkook could feel his face heating more with every second of silence. He looked down to the side almost immediately after the eye contact. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.
Say something. Please, just say something. Anything.
But Taehyung didn’t.
He just leaned in, and Jungkook barely had time to blink before Taehyung let out a burp, loud and deliberate, right in his face.
“Yah!” Jungkook yelped, shoving at him, hands flailing to push him away. His nose wrinkled into mock disgust, the same way he always reacted when one of them did something gross. The way he trained himself to react.
But… again, clockwork—his body betrayed him instantly after.
The heat that shot through him made his face go scarlet in an instant, every nerve lighting up like fire. His chest squeezed, and there was no denying the way his body reacted, hard and fast, right there in his sweatpants.
Taehyung’s laughter filled the room again. He pulled back just enough to look at the younger boy properly, and when his eyes flicked down, Jungkook knew he saw it. He knew it was obvious.
“Oh,” Taehyung choked out between laughs, pointing blatantly at the very obvious erection. His grin spread wide like he saw something truly amazing. “You really weren’t lying, huh?”
“Stop!” Jungkook barked, swatting at Tae’s hand. He didn’t expect Tae to be so fucking bold. His stomach twisted with humiliation, but underneath it… goodness, underneath it was that unbearable thrill. He wanted to die and melt into the couch, but also, he… didn’t want Taehyung to stop looking at him like that.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Taehyung’s laughter softened into something more curious, his tone leveling out. “So… not judging you or anything, but…” he gestured vaguely, bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. “Have you always gotten turned on when me or one of the guys burped? And just never told us?”
The genuine curiosity on Taehyung’s face made Jungkook’s stomach flip, but the question just made his skin crawl with shame.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “No… well, maybe, but it’s like… ah, I don’t know, it’s just… I don’t know!” He wanted to shove the words back into his throat, but Taehyung’s eyes were locked on him, waiting for him to say more.
Jungkook felt like such a pervert.
He was still twitching with need at Taehyung’s stare. He didn’t know why the questioning and staring was making him ten times more horny, but Taehyung ended up noticing it.
“You’re really worked up,” Taehyung murmured, almost to himself, studying the boy. “Like, way more than I expected.”
“Hyung, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he blurted out, voice small, almost broken. “This is—fuck—it’s weird! I’m really weird for this.”
Taehyung tilted his head again, eyes narrowing, like he was reading between the lines. “So you.. feel like a pervert, then?”
Jungkooks lips parted at the sudden question, strange ass question at that, but nothing came out. His body pulsed with arousal he couldn’t fight, and yet all he could think was yes. Yes, I feel like a disgusting pervert.
He just weakly nodded.
Taehyung’s voice softened, but the curiosity didn’t fade. “How long have you known? That this… does something to you?”
Jungkook’s stomach flipped violently. “I—” He shook his head, struggling. “I don’t know. A long time.” His voice cracked on the last word.
Taehyung’s brows twitched upward, intrigued. He leaned back, bottle still dangling between his fingers. “And every time one of us—” he gestured vaguely, “you just… what? Pretend it’s nothing?”
Jungkook couldn’t find the words to even answer that. His erection was throbbing now, humiliatingly obvious. The pressure of Taehyung’s questions only wound him tighter, and he hated himself for it. He couldn’t help shit.
Even with his eyes pleading that he didn’t know—eyes that Taehyung definitely knew how to read—Taehyung didn’t let up.
“Have you ever gotten hard around us before? Like at the dorm?”
“Fuck,” Jungkook rasped, curling in on himself, holding himself like he was cold. “Don’t make me answer that.”
Taehyung’s voice dropped lower. “That means yes.”
Jungkook weakly shook his head, even though they both knew it was a yes. He felt like he’d ruined everything—that Taehyung was staring at him differently now.
But Taehyung just chuckled, shaking his head as well like it wasn’t a big deal at all. “Well, I’m not judging you or anything,” he said easily, “But you’re one lucky boy if that’s the case. Living with all of us.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched, because he knew exactly what Taehyung meant, and it made him feel naughty to think of it that way—the seven of them, crammed into the dorm for years, sharing everything—yeah, they’d been disgusting. “Boys being boys” when it was just them. Stupid contests of such a sort, laughing until their stomachs hurt.
In all honesty, Jungkook found himself getting horny from those moments. More times than he cared to admit.
But it wasn’t like he could help it. His body reacted, and every time it did, he shoved it down the best he could. He buried it under guilt and dealt with it in his room later.
But now Taehyung knew. He couldn’t exactly do that anymore.
Jungkook kept his head bowed, nails digging into the hem of his hoodie, but his eyes betrayed him. They flicked up, darting toward the beer bottle in Taehyung’s hand, then away again like he’d burned himself just looking.
Taehyung’s able to read Jungkook well. He couldn’t help but think of how needy the boy really was, having just told him this, now all he can do is plead with his eyes? He was definitely getting teased for it later. Now, though, being so brave with confessing his secret, he does deserve something.
Taehyung brought the bottle back to his lips, tipping it back. The amber liquid sloshed down his throat in a long pull, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Jungkook looked up immediately, gaze locked onto the movement, wide and desperate, as if he were starving and Taehyung was dangling food in front of him.
Taehyung smirked around the glass, savoring the power of it. He didn’t even have to guess anymore—he could feel the heat of Jungkook’s stare and the way it clung to him.
He set the bottle down with a soft clink on the table, tongue running briefly across his lips. Then, without warning, he let out a loud, guttural burp, leaning back a little with the sound.
Jungkook jerked, thighs clamping together. His cock twitched visibly in his sweatpants.
Taehyung exaggerated a sigh afterward, lolling his head back against the couch cushion, making it look like the release had drained something from him. He even dragged a hand lazily down his stomach, like it had taken effort.
The sound Jungkook made was barely audible, like a choked whimper he tried to swallow back. Shame spilled off of him in waves, but at the same time, there was no hiding how much it got to him.
Taehyung sat up and leaned forward again, smiling sweetly at Jungkook as if he hadn’t just activated all of his neurons. “That got you, huh?” he asked softly, almost curious, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.
Jungkook shook his head too quickly, too forceful to be believable.
Another burp cut through the air, even louder this time, dragged out until it echoed in the quiet room. He didn't even bother to move away beforehand.
Jungkook pulled his knees into his chest, wanting to hide his face in them. He looked like he might break apart at the seams, and he felt like it too. His body was almost shaking with arousal, but he was still trying to fight it, for some reason. Taehyung felt a thrill run down his spine at the sight. He just… has to win that fight, he guesses.
He went again, pushing a third out, deeper, rougher, like he was testing how hard he could. And then a fourth, letting himself completely give in to it, rumbling low in his chest before the sound tore through the air.
Jungkook was gone. He thought about how Taehyung was just forcing them out now that he had the permission to. He straightened up a bit, his movements jerky, now hugging his knees. His body screamed its betrayal louder than any denial from his mouth could cover. He couldn’t stop shaking as he stared.
Taehyung chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, more to himself than to Jungkook. He wiped his mouth lazily with the back of his hand, tilting his head as he studied the trembling mess in front of him. “Guess I’ve got a real talent for this, huh?”
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, unable to answer. His cock strained painfully. It made him feel like crying. He wasn’t about to just pull it out, but in his mind, he was screaming for it. He needed Taehyung to give him permission. He could pass out right about now.
Taehyung was making him wait, though. The tease he was. Of course he could tell how bad Jungkook needed it, the trembling made that obvious from the start. He was a pretty bad liar. His body told the story for him.
Taehyung leaned back again, gaze locked onto the boy. He wanted to see just how far he could push him. Jungkook hadn’t said a word since Taehyung said that thing about being lucky, yet his squirming and little whimpers said more than words. So he started to experiment with that.
He took another long pull from the bottle, making sure Jungkook was watching, before letting go and tipping his head back deliberately as he burped, long and rough, exposing the pale line of his throat. The sound echoed through it, rolling out with more weight than usual. Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the movement of Tae's throat, a helpless whine spilling out before squeezing his eyes shut again. He was squirming like crazy. He needed to touch himself badly.
Taehyung smirked to himself. Interesting.
He let his shirt ride up with a flick of his wrist, baring his skin casually, almost lazily, right before forcing out another deep, chesty sounding burp. The way his abs flexed with the sound wasn’t lost on Jungkook. His eyes snapped downward as his thighs twitched and squeezed into each other. He shifted, letting his knees down so that they were now crossed. He shoved his hands into the space between his crotch and his legs, and the strangled sounds that left his throat as he grinded into the couch were so raw that Taehyung had to bite back a laugh. He wasn’t making fun of his baby, but he loves that sound so much, he can’t help but to laugh.
He could feel the power pooling in his own chest now, humming under his skin. Jungkook was giving him everything without a single word. He needed to do something else that might make him even hornier.
Taehyung looked down at his abs, thinking, before placing his hands on them and pushing. Jungkook was staring, obviously waiting for it. Taehyung pushing on his stomach like that would only cause more air pockets to dislodge. After a while, Taehyung's stomach gurgled loudly before forcing out another loud, long burp. It strung out, almost stuck—he placed his hands lower and pushed inwards for a few seconds, and then everything else came rumbling out. He sighed a breathless groan afterwards, letting his voice drop low and casual. “Ahh, that felt good…”
Jungkook moaned helplessly. His head tipped back against the couch as his hips stuttered forward in a helpless rut. His whole body shook like the sound alone had undone him—and it did. He was grinding hard into his hands, digging into the couch.
Taehyung felt his own cock twitch in response, heat coiling low in his stomach. Oh. He loves that one.
Taehyung hummed under his breath, almost proud of himself. He had Jungkook wrapped so tight around his finger, unraveling under every little test, trembling right there in front of him. At this point Jungkook’s cock was pressing up against his sweatpants in a way that made Taehyung wonder how he hadn’t started touching himself.
Taehyung finally decided it was enough, Jungkook had suffered enough. Tae’s voice dropped low, commanding yet amused.
“Go on, baby. Touch yourself.”
Jungkook froze, chest heaving. His face flushed an impossible shade of red, eyes darting down like maybe he hadn’t heard right.
“T-Tae…” His voice cracked, a whimper laced into the sound.
Taehyung’s smirk widened. “I know, baby. You want it. So do it.”
Just the tone Tae was using, along with the weight of being seen so completely, broke the last of Jungkook’s restraint. He let out desperate whines as he looked down and slid his trembling hand down his stomach until it cupped himself through his sweats. The relief of finally touching, even through fabric, made his eyes flutter back instantly, lips falling open in a whimper.
Taehyung didn’t let up. He looked down at the sight, before using a fist to pound his chest, forcing out another deep burp just inches away. He followed it with a sigh so dramatic it made Jungkook instantly buck into his own hand.
“Ahh… god, that one was so strong. You like that, don’t you?”
Jungkook choked on a whine, nodding furiously even as he hid his face in his other hand. “I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Taehyung cut him off, his voice suddenly sharper. “Say it.”
Jungkook whimpered again, palming himself harder, hips twitching against his hand. The sensation was making him delirious. His body wanted to scream the truth while his mind told him he’d die from saying it out loud.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. He leaned closer until his breath ghosted against Jungkook’s ear, gently rubbing the boy's shoulder as he tried to coax a second confession out of him. “Admit it, love. Admit you want me to keep going. Admit what you’re thinking while you jerk off in front of me. Or I’ll have to stop…”
Jungkook cracked. “I—I like it, hyung,” he blurted, voice high and broken. “S—sorry, I love it so much, I can’t stop thinking about you burping like that—I—just please, don’t stop—”
Taehyung’s lips curled in satisfaction. “Atta boy, using your words for me.” He took his hand away from Jungkook’s shoulder to thump on his own chest, letting another burp rip out, long and guttural, then dragged a hand lazily across his stomach as if to draw Jungkook’s eyes there. “You’re really such a mess for this, huh…” He said, almost breathless, like it was taking effort now to force them out.
Jungkook whimpered loudly at the thought, pumping himself harder now, lashes down like he was on the verge of tears. Every word, every sound from Taehyung fed directly into the fire building in his belly.
“Look at youu…” Taehyung teased, voice dripping with a mockery and fascination that he knew his baby loved. “You really, really meant it. You’re really gonna cum just from me burping in your face like this? Unreal.”
“Please,” Jungkook begged, barely coherent. His thighs quivered, his hips stuttered helplessly into his fist. “Please, Tae—I can’t—”
Taehyung nodded softly. “Go ahead. Cum for me, baby.”
Jungkook let out a strangled cry, collapsing forward as his whole body jerked with release. Hot spurts soaked the inside of his sweats as he gasped and whined, his other hand gripping desperately at the couch cushion. His head dropped forward, bangs sticking to his damp forehead, as a long, broken sigh fell from his lips.
He was ruined. It felt so, so fucking good.
Taehyung just sat back, eyes wide, a stunned laugh bubbling out of him. “Holy shit. Yeah. You weren’t lying one bit. Like… damn.”
Jungkook made a little noise in response. There was no denying it. Taehyung just saw it for himself. There was a wild, undeniable relief in it too.
Taehyung's expression had softened, the sharp teasing melting down into something fond. With a hum, he reached out and guided Jungkook to cuddle with him and lay on his chest, then proceeded to rub slow circles between Jungkook’s shoulder blades.
“You really went through it just now, huh, baby?” he murmured, his voice low and gentle. “Sorry for making you wait.”
Jungkook whined quietly at the words, embarrassed but too tired to pull away. Instead, he burrowed closer, hiding his face against Taehyung’s chest like a child seeking comfort. His body was still trembling faintly. Taehyung responded by sliding his fingers into Jungkook’s hair, combing through his head in a soothing rhythm.
“You did so good, though.” Taehyung whispered. “Still my baby, no matter what weird things you’re into.”
That made Jungkook let out a broken laugh against Tae’s chest as he shifted again. He still felt like this was a fever dream, but no, it’s all real. Tae now knows. It’s as comforting as it is embarrassing.
Taehyung’s hand kept rubbing Jungkook’s back slowly. After a while though, he tilted his head, thinking of trying something else. He shifted his palm into firmer pats, a steady rhythm between Jungkook’s shoulder blades, like he was coaxing something out.
“You drank a lot tonight, too.” Taehyung mused, a grin tugging at his lips. “I know you’ve got something in you. Cooome on, baby, don’t hold out on me now.”
Jungkook groaned, already red-faced, but the gentle pats combined with the comfort of being pressed so close to Taehyung’s chest did its work. A deep burp rattled free against Taehyung’s shirt as his body gave in, making him jolt in embarrassment.
Taehyung’s chest shook with laughter. “There it is!”
Another burp came when Taehyung kept patting, and Jungkook, mortified, just buried his face harder into Tae’s chest. He normally wasn't embarrassed by his own burps, not at all, but it was just the context of the situation that made him want to die.
Taehyung couldn’t stop laughing as he held the boy. Not cruelly, but with genuine endearment at the way his baby reacted. He had to admit, it was pretty cute to watch.
“Never gonna be as good as mine,” he teased lightly, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair again. “But oh well.”
Jungkook let out a tiny laugh of his own, muffled into Taehyung’s shirt, “Nope…”
Taehyung’s grin softened, his hand resuming its slow, soothing strokes along Jungkook’s back. “That’s fine. You’ve got other talents.”
Jungkook finally peeked up at him, eyes half-lidded but shining, his cheeks still pink. Taehyung pressed a kiss to his damp hairline, then tugged him closer until Jungkook was practically draped across his chest, boneless and comfortable.
The room was quiet now, except for their slowed breathing, and the occasional little laugh that slipped from Taehyung when Jungkook twitched at his teasing pats. The sharpness of earlier had dissolved completely into warmth, an easy affection that wrapped around them both like a blanket.
For all the chaos of what just happened, Jungkook felt safe here. Yes, he just absolutely milked himself dry from that, but he still felt deeply calmed… because no matter how much Taehyung teased, he always ended it like this, grounding him, which reassured him that he was still loved.
And Taehyung, stroking a hand down Jungkook’s spine one last time, thought privately to himself: what a strange little thing to discover about his baby.
Strange, but kind of perfect too.