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TITLE: one time with you and me
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: fluff, drabble, established!taekook
Word Count: 1,623
Trigger Warning/s: swearing
Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
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Summary: Home started having almost double of everything.
“Are they a couple?”
Is the first question of the interviewer. She said it stems off the viral post of a fan who previously posted a clip of the two who supposedly act like a couple in front of the flashing cameras at the red carpet.
Are they a couple? Yes.
“Yes.” Jungkook answers Taehyung just on the side of the car door, before they go their separate ways.
The two just finished having a late celebratory dinner at one of the restaurants that is not too crowded for their liking at the mall. Their anniversary was last week but due to the hectic schedules of the two, they were only able to take time and drive to the mall together and do a simple glass tinkling and steam off the stress.
“Yes.” Taehyung answers when Jungkook makes him swear off his life, promising that it is past them and taken care off.
“Yes” is what Jungkook says when asked if he is okay with their situation.
“Yes” is Taehyung ensuring Jungkook that it has, indeed, been taken care of.
Are they a couple? Yes, finally.
ȶӄ
“Are they together?”
Together. Is together enough to bind people together?
In what contexts should the word ‘together’ be used?
Can you use together in a sentence that pertains to two people?
Is together enough for Jungkook and Taehyung?
Are they together?
Perhaps the answer at this time, is yes. They are together.
Jungkook and Taehyung are together because they love each other deeply. Admirations that go beyond just mere awing a person is what they have for each other.
Together, they sleep in one bed.
Together, they have at least two meals a day with each other.
Together, they strive to have more than together .
So are they together, maybe at that time, yes.
But together is not them having days away from each other, laying in a bed without one another.
ȶӄ
“How did Taehyung and Jungkook meet?”
The two of them were introduced by mutual friends.
“Is it safe to assume you’d like another drink?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, watching him sway a glass of red wine that’s ordered in from the restaurant they are in. Jungkook, dressed in black slacks that are not too tight or not too loose, contrasts with Taehyung’s slacks that are loose, and Jungkook is adorning a polo that fits him just right, in between a yellow that isn’ bright but not mustard yellow either. It goes well with Taehyung’s polo adorned in a wool vest and glasses perched on his high nose.
“Thank you, Jungkook.” Taehyung tips his head down lightly, hands holding up his glass up to his chest-level towards Jungkook, signaling that he is ready to have another glass.
“I believe we haven’t been able to speak at the last party, but I’m pretty sure I have seen you there.” Jungkook pushes to have a conversation with him. He is not the type of person who is so friendly that he’d be willing to speak to anyone on sight. He also is not a bitch to ignore people.
He’s telling himself he did not talk to Taehyung because he feels himself gravitate towards him. He’s just alcohol-infused.
“Yeah it’s because I left early before Jin had the chance to get us into one circle.” Taehyung chuckles, bringing the glass to his lips, the wine-filled glass slowly decreasing its contents.
“Did you have work the next day or are you just not that into Jin’s circle-making abilities?” Jungkook chimes, face turned left towards Taehyung, nursing his own glass.
“Wife. I am immune to Jin’s circle-making abilities.”
Jungkook is not drunk, but he was not sure if he heard that correctly. “Oh, okay.” Is what he says. This attractive man his drunk self is trying to flirt with (his drunk self said, not him. He doesn’t flirt. Ever), has a wife. Possibly has a family. “Forgive me for the invasive questions. The drunk person I am tonight is not the same as me tomorrow when I wake up.” He leans towards slightly to the table, before situating himself back to his previous place.
“Ah, don’t worry. It’s not like I keep my marriage a secret. Actually, I don’t think I will even be keeping a marriage.” He chuckles.
Taehyung looks over at Jungkook who seems either too drunk to catch his joke, or he is waiting for a signal that tells him it’s okay to laugh at the joke and possibly add to it.
“I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it from Jimin but I am about to be divorced.” Taehyung adds, noticing that Jungkook is in fact, not too drunk to have his comprehension skills stomped down but he is reading the room.
“Yeah Jimin has a big mouth.” Jungkook replies, chuckling, choosing to ignore the latter statement.
“I think the alcohol is starting to hit as well. But as for me, I am the same person I am when I’m drunk and sober.” Taehyung raises his right hand as if to swear, body turned towards to Jungkook, making the latter chuckle.
“Alright. I take your word for it.” Jungkook replies.
“I’d like to know you more after this, Jungkook.” Taehyung says after their laughter has died now.
“Me too.”
“I’m married but-”
They both speak at the same time, Jungkook almost cut off by Taehyung’s sentence. He gestures for the other to speak.
“-but I’d like to possibly maybe see you more, you know.” He says.
“What is see-able in me?” Jungkook teases the other.
“See-able is not a word.”
“It is now.”
“I’d like to ask, what does that have to do with you being married? Wife doesn’t like a friendly husband?” Jungkook jokes.
“You know what I mean!” Taehyung cries out, making the other laugh. “But ok, sure.” Fishing his phone out of his pocket, exchanging phone numbers with Taehyung.
ȶӄ
“How do you manage conflicts?”
The two of them fight. Jungkook argues Taehyung is more experienced on it as he has been married and the other exploded more and the current argument lasts for another 6 minutes.
They fight over simple things.
They fight over who washes the dishes. They fight over being late to outings.
They fight over small things that may seem like big things.
They fought over their situation. Taehyung’s previous marriage. People’s opinions on their set-up.
They fight together.
Jungkook has stopped speaking to some people who assumed they know better by watching dramas that tackled issues about marriage and the loss of it. They most probably assumed,although they haven’t said it to Jungkook’s face, that he is a homewrecker. When he’s not.
It is not his job to give people a timeline of when and how things happened.
So how do they manage conflicts?
They leave each other for a while.
They tend to hurl borderline below the belt insults at one another and they would rather not repeat it the next argument. The solution? Cool down away from each other then talk.
When the two of them get mad, they have a tendency to lay out all the possible insults they can throw at one another.
They don’t want a repeat of Taehyung and Jungkook slamming a door at each other it did not open the third time.
ȶӄ
Nine months into their relationship, when Taehyung comes home with the news.
“The divorce has gone through. I’m not married anymore.” Is what he says when they were on the floor of the living room, staring ahead at the series playing in front of them.
Jungkook has his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, legs open to accommodate the latter.
The divorce has gone through.
Taehyung’s not married anymore.
Home will finally only refer to one place and its underlying implication that home could either be at Jungkook’s or at his ex-wife will be gone. There is no need for pity eyes looking at one another, afraid to speak out the words that loom over them.
Home is with Jungkook only.
Taehyung is not bound by the chains of his past anymore.
Later that night. They talk about it more. The ingress and egress of the divorce. What they should do between the two of them, the works.
The apartment that first belongs to Jungkook only-- they now hold a contract that states ownership for the two of them.
Home started having almost double of everything.
They spent the first weekend buying boxes and storages for some things that would go in the trash or donated and the last day of it packing and rearranging rooms.
They also rearrange their weeks. What was before a six days meeting now consumes the whole week.
There is no other place Taehyung is supposed to be in.
ȶӄ
“How much do you love each other?”
The last question.
How much does Jungkook love Taehyung?
“I love you enough to just show you how much I do. I am not the clingiest person to you. I do not blurt out ‘i love you’ at the most inconvenient time. I will show you how much I love you by staying by your side. I hope you feel how much I love you every time you wake up in the morning and sleep in the evening, I will be the one in front of you.” Jungkook says.
How much does Taehyung love Jungkook?
“I love you too much that I can’t put them in words anymore. Same as you, I’d rather show you and I hope it resonates with you.” Taehyung pauses. “I loved you even at the time you said no and after you finally said yes. I will love you and be the last person I will love and would go lengths for.”
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enough games ⇾ kth. [M]
𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung x bratty!reader (f.)
𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ established relationship, idol au, smut, pwp, filth, 18+
𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ you’re both playing around, but your games might be more dangerous than you expected.
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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung, massive dicc!taehyung, tattooed!taehyung, sub!reader, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it folks), rough sex, sir kink, hand kink, a lil exhibitionism (his mic is still on), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, bondage, multiple orgasms, reader cums in her lingerie, use of gaming controller, pussy slapping, squirting, spanking, hair-pulling, face-licking, choking, thigh-slapping, thigh-riding, a lil dry-humping, edging, teasing, straight up filth
𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ this is commissioned by @momoriki through ChangesWithLuv to raise funds for the Black Lives Matter movement.
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The bright glow of the TV screen illuminates Taehyung’s concentrated features. That scowl of his draws a pout out of you. He flicks his tattooed thumbs over the controller and mutters his position into the mic. Arms draped around his inked neck, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. A satin sapphire lingerie set hugs your curves as you roll your hips over his thigh. Every time he misfires, loses his positions, or collapses in combat, he’d use what little time he has while his avatar is recuperating to guide your hips over his flexed thigh. Momentary free hand on your hip, he’d sometimes even pull up the hem of your panties and tighten the fabric against your needy pussy.
Of course, his generosity only surfaces when you’re behaving. And given the fact that you’ve wiggled your way into that panty and bra set, and squirmed onto his lap by crawling under his arms, without his permission, Taehyung hasn’t been in a very generous mood. Now, every time something doesn’t go according to plan in his video game, your ass gets it - literally. His hand would smack your round cheeks then grope them for good measure.
“Why are you clapping?” You’d hear Jungkook ask through the headset. Face to face with Taehyung, you can hear every single interaction between him and the guys. “We lost, hyung. Stop playing around.”
Taehyung would drag his disappointed gaze on you, glaring down at you as you continued to selfishly get yourself off. “Trust me, guk,” he’d reply, his satoori accent making a reappearance. You’d shudder, knowing full well that the moment his accent surfaces, his patience is all but nonexistent. “Playing around was never part of the plan.”
A droning beep sounds from the screen, signalling another failed mission. Taehyung growls viciously into your ear. Shivers ignite fires in their wake, rushing through your bloodstream and prickling your skin with goosebumps. A moan draws from your lips only to have you whimpering seconds later. No sounds. He was very clear on that when you first settled yourself on his lap. You bite your lip and hope he hasn't heard, or worse. You hope his frien-
“What the hell was that?”
Darkening brown eyes fall on you. Clenching his jaw, Taehyung mutters into his mic, “Nothing, hyung.”
Gripping onto his tattooed shoulder, the one you usually love to trace and pepper kisses all over, you try to prepare yourself for another spanking. Taehyung senses your apprehension, however, and the sudden hesitance in your hips. You’re close. In fact, by the way your hips are jolting and quiet whines are pouring out of your mouth, he knows just how close you are. Holding onto your chin instead of your hips, he scoffs and pushes your cheeks in, puckering your lips like a little fish.
“I dare you,” he hisses, satoori accent thick. “I dare you to cum without permission.”
“I swear to God, if you’re talking to (Y/N) right now, I’m gonna egg your house,” Jin threatens as Taehyung’s avatar finally revives.
You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your moans at bay. Had it not been for the mic and the fact that you know his friends can hear every single dirty detail, you would’ve let out the loudest moan you could muster, just to get under his skin. Your pussy, wet and dripping, quivers at the tone of his voice, the way that promise hangs over the both of you, challenging you to further push his buttons. There’s nothing you love more than getting on his nerves, testing his patience beyond comprehension.
A good challenge is what drew the two of you to each other. Taehyung had wagered your phone number over a game of pool at Hobi’s birthday party. You had wagered the Chanel necklace around his neck, claiming it looks better on you. It was a flatout lie, but your indifference towards him brought out this serious, no nonsense side of him throughout the game. You just knew, from his shift in demeanour alone, that he was everything you didn’t even know you were looking for. That Chanel necklace shifts against your collarbone now as you continue to shamelessly roll your hips over his thigh.
“Ew, Jin. Don’t be fucking gross,” Yoongi mumbles.
You ignore the argument you’ve technically started between his friends and focus on the hard look in your boyfriend’s eyes. Continuing to move your hips at a fast pace, you silently let him know that you’re going to ignore his authority. He did challenge you to a dare after all. His statement wasn’t technically an order.
Taehyung seems to pick up on your intentions quickly. He pushes his headphones down, letting them rest on his shoulders, and whispers, “you really wanna try that?” His tone has lost some of its power, voice slightly wavering. Cheeks flushed, he almost looks as though this entire situation is more humiliating for him than it would be for you.
Your clit’s in a frenzy, the friction of his bare thigh against your satin, arousal drenched panties setting the bundle of nerves on fire. Tight hole pulsing at the temptation of release, you decide to commit to the challenge and purposefully exaggerate a high-pitched moan. Taehyung smashes his lips into yours to silence you, but it’s too late. The damage is already done and the guys are going crazy over the headset. Yoongi threatens to sue, Jin orders eggs online and Jungkook supposedly regrets his entire existence.
Your boyfriend disregards the headphones, throwing them somewhere on the couch. Large hand around your neck, Taehyung pulls you off his lap and onto your feet. A whine escapes you at the loss of contact, your orgasm instantly dissipating, but he couldn’t care less. You’ve played too much, taken this too far. His friends have heard more than they should’ve and if you’re willing to put on this much of a show, then that’s exactly what he’s going to do too.
He tosses his controller somewhere near the headphones, neither of you care too much to know exactly where, as he, too, rises to his feet. His gaze is unforgiving. It tears down whatever confidence you believe you had in possessing the upperhand.
“Enough games, slut,” he all but spits. Scanning your frame, he licks his lips and shakes his head. He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing, before saying, “you walk out in this little thing and sit on my lap, so I let you. You’re needy and wanna ride my thigh, so I let you. And maybe if you had asked to cum, like I trained you, I would’ve let you.” He tightens his grip on your neck, brushing his nose against yours as his lips tease another kiss. “But you just had to be the little fucking brat you always are, hmm? You wanna cum, baby?”
You nod instantly.
Taehyung grabs a handful of your ass with his free hand, grunting, “What the fuck did I say about using your words?”
“Yes, yes sir,” you rasp against the pressure of his large hand around your neck.
He smirks. A mischievous look swims in his eyes, hints of lust and greed accompanying it. His gaze flickers to your hair, locking in on the matching satin, blue ribbon that holds the majority of your hair back. He pulls an end undone. Your hair falls as he drags the ribbon’s cool fabric against your skin, moving it down your neck and over your shoulder.
His eyes fall to the Chanel necklace, lips tugging into a wider smile. He looks all too calm, too collected. He acts as though he didn’t just grab your throat with one hand and ass with the other. Leaning down, he places a little kiss over the necklace then up your collarbone.
Throat free of his hold, you inhale a breathful of his suede cinnamon scent. Your skin prickles with excited goosebumps, reveling in his tender affection yet anxious as to why he’s offering it. You’ve just let a majority of his friends know that the two of you were fooling around while they were in the middle of a game.
You read his expression carefully as he looks up at you again. His hands are off your body now, either end of the ribbon pressed between his fingers. “You play these games,” he starts, thumbing your chin tenderly. “But you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Then, you act all innocent.” His hands fall on your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Using the long ribbon, he tightly bonds your hands together, then lets his fingers graze the curves of your ass. “And then you think you can get away with it.”
Twisting your hands, you try to fight against the ribbon, to test your ability to move and make your disobedience known. Taehyung shoots you a warning glare, holding your chin once more. “But let me tell you a little secret,” he hisses while brushing his nose against yours. For a second, you’re convinced he’s after another kiss but, instead, he presses his face against your cheek and whispers, “I’m tired of your games, babygirl.”
His hands come down on your ass, the smack echoing in your living room. You cry out a moan but he pays no mind to you or the sounds you make now. You’ve made it all too obvious to his friends what the two of you are up to. He’s done shying away from it. Grabbing handfuls of your ass, Taehyung pushes your body flush against his. You can feel his throbbing hard cock against your stomach, just as desperate for you as you are for him. He looks down at you with a sinister smile, eyes reflecting only unbounded lust that cannot be held back for any longer.
Turning you around, Taehyung leads you to the side of the couch then bends you over the armrest. Face shoved into the cushions, you can only just breathe. Taehyung delicately rubs the silk, lace trimmed panties. His silence festers an unusual cross of anticipation and arousal in the pit of your stomach, your heart hammering in your chest as a result. Tugging on the side of the panties, Taehyung hums a growl. You shudder from the sound alone and wiggle your hips. He ignores your attempts to entice him, but still falls prey to the shake of your ass, rolling his clothed hips against it.
“Tae, just fuck me alrea- Ah!”
A sharp spank cuts you off, jolting your forward. You’re not sure if he even really heard anything you said. Muffled by the cushions, your words could have easily been lost on him. But he didn’t give you permission to speak, and he sure as hell did not authorize the use of his name. Another smack echoes in the room, drawing another moan out of you.
As Taehyung rubs the stringing area, calloused hands so soft over your sensitive flesh, you can hear a jumble of voices to your right. Shifting in your position, you press your cheek to the pillow of the couch and look to your right. Fallen between the back of the couch and the cushion lies Taehyung’s headset. The red light flashes, letting you know that it’s still on. Their mixed curses and insults are hard to make out, but you know they’re there.
Still, you can’t find it in you to care too much when Taehyung pulls your panties to the side and cups your dripping heat. You whine at the contact, lips only inches away from the mic. Taehyung notices the headset and bends over you to push it closer to your face.
“You want them to hear you, right?” he hisses in your ear. His hand retreats from its place on your clit only to return to it with a new degree of force. He slaps you pussy twice more then growls, “Let’em hear you then, baby. Let’em hear you be the bratty slut you are for me.”
You gasp out moans from the harsh contact, brows furrowed and eyes searching for a way out of this embarrassment. You didn’t care at first, but with their voices so close and the mic pressed against your lips, you can’t help the wave of humiliation that washes over you.
Parting your lips, you’re prepared to apologize, to take all this back and beg Taehyung to turn the mic off. However, your groveling is immediately replaced by a loud moan. Returning to his previous position, Taehyung pulls out his hard, red-tipped cock and smears his precum between your folds. Pussy lips pulsing, you fist your hands and try not to squeal a moan into the mic.
“Suddenly so quiet?”
His large hand clutches onto your tied ones, holding you in place as he slowly pushes himself in. A string of mewls and whines escape you, the sweet burn of the stretch something you never really get tired of.
While your shame overtakes you, Taehyung’s is nowhere to be found. He lets out a deep groan, slapping your ass just to grab it. “So fucking tight,” he growls, purposefully raising his voice.
You summon the courage to beg him to turn the mic off once more, ready to play by his rules when he starts to thrust in and out of you. Sharp and fast, he grips onto the fat of your ass and thrusts unforgivingly into you. Frustrated from the humiliation, you decide to call his bluff and give into your sounds.
“Big, big, big. S-oo big,” you whine. Unashamed, Taehyung continues his actions. He even chuckles at your words, the desperate tone of your voice and the way it breaks with every one of his thrusts.
High-pitched moan after high-pitched moan leaves you with each of his hard and fast movements. Skin on skin, every clap of his hips meeting your ass mixed with both of your overly loud groans and whines drowns out every one of his friends’ complaints.
Knots twisting upon each other in the pit of your stomach, you can’t deny that you’re close. Your pussy gripping his huge length, you make it no secret that you’re ready to release. Your legs are already shaking, and whines turn into desperate squeals, shrieking your pleasure to no end.
“You better ask, babygirl,” he warns, voice satoori thick.
“Yes, sir,” you spit. Sarcasm drips in your tone, frustration in your voice. He lets it slide, convinced you’d follow orders this time. However, you’re dead set on humiliating him as he did you.
As you feel your orgasm reaching its edge, you clench tightly around his monster of a cock and cry out, “Taehyung.”
He gasps, gripping your ass to keep himself steady as you gush all over his length. You want to see the look on his face, but your eyes roll back as you lose yourself in your orgasm. Shuddering uncontrollably, crying out his name over and over again into the mic, you adopt his shameless demeanour.
Taehyung pulls out, not allowing you the privilege of riding out your orgasm. As you huff out a whine, rubbing your legs together to try to regain your high, he pulls you up by your bounded hands and turns you around. One look and you know you’ve done it now. Jaw set, eyes dark, nose flaring, Taehyung has lost all his patience. You should be worried, but he looks too hot when he's angry.
Pressing your breasts to his chest, you stand on your toes and steal a quick kiss. He gives in for a second or two before pulling you away by a rough grip on your hair. A little whine escapes you and you chew on your lip, watching his eyes swim with confusion. He knows he should be mad, but you can tell he wants to kiss you again. When you lean in for another, his anger sparks back to life. He holds you steady but the grip on your hair then leads you back on the couch.
“Sit.”
One word orders. You curse under your breath, averting your gaze to the floor as you take a seat. Taehyung lets a smirk play on his lips as he watches you finally behave. His hand, you finally notice, has been working hard on his cock, pumping himself to the same pace of his thrusts in you.
Rubbing his foot up your calf, he orders, “Open.” You sit back, ignoring the awkward strain of your wrist behind your back and spread your legs. His eyes devour your sweaty, needy body, undressing what little you have on as he continues to get himself off.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you finally say.
He only groans, running a hand through his blue hair. You open your mouth to explain yourself, but all you taste is his cum. Ropes and ropes of thick white fall over your chin, breasts, and mostly between your legs. He mutters your name as he cums to your submissive state and surprised gasps. Illuminated by the blue screen, Taehyung looks like a sex fiend, ready to take over you once more. As he reaches the end of his high, he doesn’t even take a moment to collect himself. Instead, he pulls up to take your seat and sits you down on his lap.
Taehyung holds your gaze as he pushes your legs open again. He glances down to your crotch, rolling his eyes and laughing to himself as he examines how his cum perfectly accents the wet mark of your panties. The fabric clings to your folds, drenched in your neediness but covered with his. Your scent hits the both of you and does more for Taehyung than you’ve ever seen. His eyes darken, tongue darts out to lick his lip. He looks ready to devour you, but he knows how much you love his mouth. You both know you’re not getting his lips that easy.
A sigh escapes him as he pushes your panties aside. You spread your legs wider as the cool air of the living room hits your heat. Taehyung notices your eagerness, you know he does, but he doesn’t meet your desperate gaze with a cocky one. In fact, he doesn’t meet your gaze at all. He continues to stare at your pussy, lips pressed tightly together. While still holding your panties aside, Taehyung uses his thumb to gently scoop some of his cum and rub your clit with it. His hands are so big, the action barely puts any strain on him.
You gaze down at his fingers, whimpering as he gives you exactly what you want. You love his hands, you’ve told him that countless times. The more he gives into you, the more worried you get. You want to question him, but it feels too good. Hips rolling into his hand, you make no effort to hide your neediness and every effort to ignore the gnawing voice in your head that’s reminding you that all this is supposed to be a punishment.
Moaning wildly, you lean your forehead against his shoulder, kissing the inked patterns. Taehyung smirks down at you, chuckling to himself as he ups his game. Still using one large hand, he holds back your panties, rubs your clit and now pushes up on your upper pussy fat to get a better hold on your most sensitive part. His thumb works faster, harsher. Growling in your ear, his rough dominance makes a reappearance.
Body trembling, eyes screwed shut, your hips are moving at a pace you’ve never known they could. You’re desperate to chase this orgasm as fast as you could, worried that he might pull back whenever and leave you edged and semi-satisfied. “S-sir? C-an-”
“Cum.”
Your head snaps up as you return to your previous position. Studying his features carefully, you look for any signs of sarcasm as you try to hold your release back. Meeting your gaze, Taehyung deadpans. Your brows furrow, and desperate squeals return. It’s a clear telltale sign of your nearing oragasm. Having enough of his games, you decide you’re going to cum whether he’s bluffing or not. Throwing your head back, you risk falling off his lap as you scream out your pleasure. Your legs quake, body cultivates as your orgasm rushes through you and your pussy gushes around emptiness. Screwing your eyes tight, you tuck your chin into your chest and press your legs together as his thumb continues it’s blissful rounds around your clit.
Taehyung watches you rile with pleasure, wrapping his free hand behind you to keep you from falling off the couch. Removing his hand from your pussy, Taehyung pushes your legs apart. You think you’ve snagged yourself a quick breather, but when he slaps your thigh, you find yourself further gushing your arousal and your legs jolting in odd fits of tremors.
Huffing, Taehyung wiggles his hand back into your panties. Without much of a warning, he pushes two long fingers in. There’s not a hint of mercy in his movements. His fingers enter and exit your wet, sensitive hole in fast, hard bouts of force. He cares very little for you squealing moans and pleads for a quick break.
“I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks. The hand that was once keeping you steady slides up your back and around your throat. He holds you in place by the grip on your neck with light but tightening pressure. “So, cum babygirl.”
Your legs come together once more and you think that at least he’d let go of your throat to push them apart again, but he doesn’t. Taehyung remains unbothered, unfazed by any of your high-pitched begs and squirming body. The only indication of his pleasure is the occasional grunts of satisfaction at your desperate state and the unmistakable semi-hard yet throbbing cock pressing against the side of your knee.
Creeping up quickly, you can feel your next orgasm around the corner. Tears prick your eyes as you realize that all his generosity has really been a punishment this entire time. His fingers don’t hesitate to move even faster despite the press of your legs around his hand.
Taehyung brings your face down to his. He’s smirking fondly at you and your conflicted state of desperately needing to cum and ending all this pleasure at once. He presses a gentle kiss upon your lips, then drags his own across your face. His tongue darts out and swipes up and around your cheeks. He wipes away your tears, staining your face with his spit instead. Dragging his wet, warm tongue over your eyes, Taehyung tightens his grip on your throat. Your moans are mostly muffled now, and raspy against his hold.
Pussy clamming up around his fingers, squeezing tighter around them, you find yourself on the cusp on your second orgasm. All this from just his fingers. He single handedly unraveled you with very little effort but lots of determination.
You don’t even bother warning him this time as your second round of arousal gushes all over his fingers. He chuckles darkly against your cheek, only igniting your horny nerves in the form of goosebumps and shaking limbs. Pulling his fingers out of you, Taehyung returns your panties to their place and takes to rubbing your clit over the satin, cum stained fabric.
As you almost slip off his lap, the hand around your throat shoots back to your hips. Taehyung holds you steady through all your orgasm tremors watching as you squirt all over his thigh and the couch.
“Ah, shit,” he hisses, rolling his hips against your squirming legs. You fight against the ribbon around your wrists, desperate to push his hand away from your pussy, but you don’t accomplish much besides almost falling off him again.
“P-pl-ease,” you stutter. The bliss is starting to fade into sparks of pain from the nonstop friction he’s providing. You love it, but you can’t ignore the need for a quick rest, a moment to breathe. “Sir, please!”
Taehyung grunts and finally removes his hand from your crotch. You pull your legs up to your chest, frantically heaving for oxygen. Taehyung dips his head in the crook of your neck, attaching his lips to the most sensitive area and sucking away. Though you feel ruined, completely drained and fucked out, you lean into his touch and let him play around some more.
Gently, Taehyung holds you close and shifts up. His cum drenched hand reaches behind him and he grabs his phone. You furrow your brows, watching his movements carefully. He peeks a look at the device from under your chin, thumbing his way through the apps until he finds the one he’s looking for. The camera opens up in selfie mode. You stare back at yourself in the TV’s blue glow through the dark screen. You know he loves taking pictures of you like this, a quick keepsake for when he’s on tour and missing you.
Pushing your breast out, you give him a good shot of your confided tits in the blue lingerie. Taehyung smirks against your jawline as he watches you give your best angles to the camera. He takes a few shots with you then brings the camera down to your cum-stained panties, taking a few photos of your wet slick thighs and ruined lingerie.
When he’s finally done, he tosses the phone a side and sits you down between his legs. Returning to his gaming stance, Taehyung grabs hold of his headset and puts it on. “Shut up, hyung,” he chuckles into the mic. “You’re just jealous that yours isn’t as hot as mine.”
Your jaw goes slack as he reaches for his controller. You knew they were listening, and knew he didn’t care, but his response still shocks you all the same. Taehyung pushes the mic down as Yoongi curses him in three different languages and whispers, “Spread’em, baby.”
You furrow your brows. Aflush with anger and humiliation, you question through gritted teeth, “why?”
Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes. “They’ll get over it,” he mutters with a new degree of arrogance, as if he himself wasn’t so embarrassed by your moans all those moments ago. “I won’t ask you again.”
You huff and spread your legs, hands still tied behind your back. You can feel his hard cock within your grasp, but don’t dare to make a move for it. Not yet, anyways.
Pushing your panties aside once more, Taehyung shoves the handle of the controller into your pussy. It’s short but thick. And though it does not fill you as well as his fingers, let alone his huge cock, you still gasp a quiet moan.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers into your ear. “Nice and quiet while I finish up the game. Do you think you can manage that now, babygirl?” Voice as thick and sweet as honey, you can’t help but get lost in it’s trance.
You nod immediately, quietly mumbling, “yes, sir.”
Taehyung smirks as his tattooed hands make themselves comfortable in the awkward position of the controller. You watch in awe as he plays flawlessly, despite the fact that your pussy is gripping on the other half of the handle. And everytime he loses, his avatar disappears, or misfires, the controller would vibrate, sending sudders up and down your pussy.
“Sir, please,” you sigh, sounding more desperate than when you started. “Enough games.”
“Just one last round,” he chuckles.
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reese’s EXTRAvaganza...
disclaimers: {yes, this is basically a follow forever at the request of heath} {no, i did not do that trend justice} {i have 2 friends} {enjoy this smorgasbord of chaos}
as you all know, i started this humble blog as a blissful joon bias. life was good. i loved bonsai trees, art museums, and one (1) god of destruction. flash-forwards a few months, kook burst onto the scene with his fluffy hair and his black clothing and his fricking wide eyes. TOO MANY TIMES DID I LIE AWAKE AND THINK “why am i being subject to such wrecking?” “what am i even doing?” “what is the meaning of life?” IT NEEDED TO END.
one day, i stopped lying to myself and decided to come clean by double biasing joon and kook. BUT NO. JUNGKOOK WAS STILL NOT SATISFIED. THAT BRAT WANTED ME ALL TO HIMSELF (but who wouldn’t? sksksk okay, probably everyone). after reading the entirety of the sub!jk genre and writing my own fics, i came to the grim and shameful realization that i was indeed whipped for the maknae. (this just in: today’s video of jungkook sitting on his bed singing with his tattoos out? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? the FINAL STRAW.)
hi. my name is reese, formerly known as lustjoon. and i’m a jungkook bias.
my url is @luxekook.
as some of you may know, i’ve only been active in the tumblr community for a few months now. however, those months have been great and full of new friends. one friend in particular (who is the king of being soft) demanded requested a follow forever post to commemorate my new milestone or whateva. as i think follow counts are meh and am a chaotic and unconventional person, i have decided to spice things up and make this a little different.
so, buckle up! It’s time for the reese’s pieces awards. (also, before y’all roast me, YES i’m only doing three awards. why? because i suck! also because i have 87 fics to write and double that amount in academic papers OOF)
The King of UWU Award: Heath @shadowsremedy
lemme tell you about my friend heathy… he slid into my tumblr dms waaay back when i posted intimidation to tell me that someone had plagiarized my work. without even knowing anything about me besides my url, heathy gathered his friends to report and message the author who stole my fic. long story short, that author deleted it, and my love for heath was cemented. HE IS A RIDE OR DIE SWEETHEART WHO WILL DEFEND HIS FRIENDS AND WHOEVER HE FEELS IS IN NEED. i cannot explain the amount of uwus that is heathy. and for that reason, he gets the reese’s pieces award for being the king of uwu!
The Lovable Loose Cannon Award: Tay @interludemoonchild
oh lord, where to begin with this girl. there is never a dull moment with tay. she - without fail - will make anyone and everyone laugh with her big emojis, her horrific emojis, and her general extra tay nature. she is also so sweet and trusting and loyal, like she might really be the griffinosifudis she proclaims to be (yes, that was how she spelled gryffindor). you never really know what you’re going to get from tay… will it be heartbreaking angst (RIP [redacted], i will never forgive you, tay), kinky smut (STAN BAPTISM), or hybrid hyungline (i may have commissioned this sskskskks). but, not knowing is half the fun! therefore, the reese’s pieces award for the lovable loose cannon goes to tayyyyy.
The Loyal Encourager of Shenanigans Award: Jess @rkivenamu
grab a snack (preferably a banana) and get comfortable bc this will be a big boi of a dedication. jess, the almighty creator of banana jin and sub!maknae smut, is an all around 10/10 human!! (and yes, jess, i know u don’t like affection so i will try my best to stay chill...) what i appreciate most about jess is that she always encourages my wildest dreams. veggie tales au? she supports. kidz bop au? she is ready for it! moss!reader x florist jimin? she stans! IDK what i did in a past life to deserve such a loyal and supportive kween in my life but THANK U PAST REESE!!!!! jess also encouraged me to acknowledge my kook bias so plz partially blame her for this chaos (skjkjkdshjsbkdbfh). AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, the award for the loyal encourager of shenanigans goes to jessssss UWU!
there is so much i could say about each and every one of you! but, i think it all boils down to ~thank you~ thank you for following me and putting up with my erratic self! I truly appreciate y’all :’)
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The Dive Bar and an Old Fashioned (or Five)
Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x Bartender!Jungkook (briefly ft. Beomgyu of TXT)
Word Count: 5k
Genres: Non-Idol AU
Warnings: Misunderstandings and a trip to the hospital (but everyone is okay).
A/N: I’m so happy I got the opportunity to write this fic in honor of one of @bangtan-headquarters‘ editors, @rkivepacks!! This is a very well deserved gift and I apologize for the delay on getting this out. I hope you can enjoy this! Also shout out to @guktro for the stunning banner!
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After signing the lease on a new warehouse down town, Taehyung decides to stop by a nearby dive bar for a quick drink to celebrate the further expansion of his company.
Taehyung pulls on the heavy door and quickly steps in. He starts to pull off his dark Armani jacket, but he quickly realizes that there is no one there to take it from him. He shrugs it back on and walks toward the bar.
The dim lighting makes it hard to tell which of the bar stools is the least dirty and he wonders if that’s intentional. The bar top itself is surprisingly not sticky. While waiting on the bartender to make an appearance, Taehyung scans the other patrons.
Several large men with oil-stained hands sit around a table, beers piling up quickly in the middle. A couple of older men sitting at the other end of the bar sipping on whiskeys. There’s a few people huddled around a game of cards in the back corner booth. Quite a few people considering it’s just after 5pm on a weeknight.
“I’ll be right with you.” The bartender nods in Taehyung’s direction, appearing from behind a swinging door carrying a large tray of nachos. He takes it over to the table of large men and clears away the empty beer bottles.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asks when he approaches. Taehyung looks up to ask for his usual, but his breath catches. From a distance, he didn’t realize how beautiful the bartender is.
“Uh, just, uh, whatever’s on special.” Taehyung chokes out and, to his dismay, the bartender flashes a half smile. He quickly looks down at his phone to try and catch his breath. He scrolls through a few work emails and responds to a text from his mom, something he’d been putting off.
The bartender sets down an Old Fashioned in front of Taehyung and heads back into the kitchen. Taehyung sets his phone down and lifts the glass a few inches, inspecting its contents.
He’s used to drinking cocktails made with the finest spirits, but he can’t imagine that this bar has anything higher quality than Jim Beam. There’s a thick slice of an orange and two cherries floating alongside the ice cubes. He’s not quite sure what to make of it, but he takes a sip anyway.
The cheap bourbon burns on its way down, but there’s a sweet aftertaste that follows. The bartender definitely put too much sugar in, but the sweetness soothes his throat. Taehyung gulps down the drink, not wanting to offend the handsome bartender, but also not wanting to savor the taste of it.
“Did you like it?” The bartender seems to have appeared out of nowhere, his dark eyes wide and hopeful. Taehyung scans his beautiful features, a face he refuses to disappoint.
“It was actually really really good!” Taehyung overenthuses. He picks up the glass and shakes the ice around.
“Great I’ll make you another!” The bartender spins on his heels and grabs a new glass.
“No I-” Taehyung stops himself, accepting his defeat. “That’d be great... what’s your name, Mr. Bartender?” He questions.
“Jungkook.” The bartender turns back around and sets a fresh drink in front Taehyung. “And you are?”
“I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you.” Taehyung tries to smile behind another sip of cheap bourbon. It doesn’t burn as much when he’s got two doe eyes trained on him.
The third doesn’t burn quite as much either.
The fourth doesn’t burn at all.
The fifth... well Taehyung can barely remember the fifth drink of the night.
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A loud and unfamiliar ringing sound wakes Taehyung. When he opens his eyes, he can see sunlight pouring in, and he knows he’s late for work. He pulls back the sheets and rushes to find the source of the ringing.
He follows the sound through his large penthouse and finds himself in a room he very rarely visits: the utility room. Hanging on the wall near the cabinet with cleaning supplies is a corded landline phone.
Who even has landlines anymore?
“Hello?” Taehyung picks up the phone, fiddling with the tangled cord.
“You’re late.” Hye-jin is on the other end.
“Why do I have a landline phone in my million dollar penthouse?” Taehyung rubs the bridge of his nose, a headache is forming behind his brow.
“So I can call you when your phone is dead and you are late.” She responds.
“Can you rearrange some things? I need a shower and some coffee.” And some time to remember what I did last night. Taehyung yawns into the phone. He just hopes he didn’t make too much of a fool of himself in front of Jungkook.
“I can’t rearrange an international call, you know that. There’s a driver there to pick you up, we’ll have to go pick up your car later. I hope it’s still intact. I’ll have coffee for you by the time you get here.”
“Thanks.” Taehyung slams the phone into its holder. Much more satisfying than hitting the non-existent button on a glass screen.
Taehyung returns to his bedroom and plugs his phone into the wall. It charges up while he washes his face and brushes his teeth. He carefully puts on a clean suit and grabs a pair of sunglasses before he heads down to the ground floor.
In the town car, he finally opens his phone and scrolls through the barrage of emails, texts, and other notifications from his assistant Hye-jin. At the bottom of the notifications, there are a few texts from The Cute Bartender.
The headache intensifies, but Taehyung clicks on the messages to assess the damage.
TCB [2:40am]: Hey let me know when you get home safe.
TCB [2:46am]: Oh I realize your phone is probably dead. Maybe when you come back for your car you could stop back in for another drink. It was nice talking to you all night.
TCB [3:34am]: Next time I won’t make you so many Old Fashioneds.
Taehyung breaths out a small sigh of relief. It’s not as bad as he expected it to be considering he can’t really remember what happened.
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Hye-jin greets Taehyung in the lobby of the office building with an iced coffee. She updates him on his meetings for the day as they walk toward the elevator, but the moment the doors close, she changes the subject.
“Tell me about Jungkook.” Hye-jin turns and cocks her eyebrow. Taehyung tries not to react.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replies, taking a rather large sip of his drink.
“Did you check all your texts this morning? You texted me a dozen times last night about “the cutest guy you’ve ever seen” and I want to know more.” She emphasizes her urgency with a few taps of her foot.
“Can we do this later?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but he knows he won’t be able to avoid her forever.
“Fine, we’ll talk when I drive you to your car later.” The elevator stops on the 47th floor instead of the 50th. Taehyung gives Hye-jin a questioning look. “I’m going to go talk to the cute girl in IT that helped me set up my new computer. I think it’s got a virus...” Hye-jin gives her best pouty face and promises to be in the conference room for the international call before stepping out of the elevator.
Taehyung takes out his phone and scrolls through his messages with Hye-jin.
Taehyung [1:32am]: i’m at th at bar dow by the new warehouse with the CUTEST BARTNDER UVE EVR SEEN
Taehyung [1:33am]: he’s CUTE AND SINGEL AND FUNNY???
Taehyung [1:46am]: he keeps making me drinks but they are not that good
Taehyung [1:53am]: his name is jungkook and i’m going to ask him out
Taehyung [1:54am]: HAHA i can’t ask him out
Taehyung [1:55am]: i asked him out
Taehyung [2:34am]: he said he would love to go out sometime and then called me a cab is that mixed signals or what
Flashes of boisterously drunk Taehyung appear in his mind as he reads through the texts. Did he really ask out Jungkook or was he being his dramatic drunken self?
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The work day drags on with meetings and spreadsheets and green juice that Hye-jin swears will cure any hangover. Taehyung swears the only cure for his hangovers is a big bowl of ramen, which he orders for lunch. The soothing broth relaxes him, heals his soul much more than some watery greens could.
Lunchtime is one of the few times that Taehyung can sit in his office undisturbed. His secretary holds his calls, Hye-jin leaves him alone, and he can sit and enjoy the view from his window. The world seems so small from the 50th floor.
Today, after slurping down his ramen, he stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows and looks far off to the east. He can’t quite see the warehouse from here, but if he focuses hard enough he can imagine where it would be. He can imagine the bar down the street too.
There’s not much that Taehyung can learn about Jungkook without having his last name. He searches for the dive bar on Google, but aside from the phone number and hours of operation, there’s not a lot of information to go off of. A text pops up, interrupting his thoughts.
Hye-jin [1:17pm]: Sorry to bother you during your lunch, but I ran a background check on Jungkook. I can bring you the report if you’d like to see it.
Taehyung [1:17pm]: How did you find him, I don’t even know his last name.
Hye-jin [1:18pm]: Do you doubt my sleuthing skills?
He should have known that Hye-jin would go sleuthing sooner or later. Taehyung flips back over to the unhelpful Google search. And he thinks. Does he really want to know what that report has to say about Jungkook? His past jobs, education, relatives, his debt? And what does Jungkook know about Taehyung? Probably not a lot.
Taehyung [1:19pm]: Is there anything dangerous in his past?
Hye-jin [1:21pm]: No, there’s not. He seems pretty legit.
Taehyung [1:21pm]: Then I don’t want to see it.
Hye-jin [1:21pm]: WHAT
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“Would you mind explaining to me why you don’t want to read this THOROUGH report about your new love interest?” Hye-jin interrogates Taehyung the moment he steps into her car after work.
“Can you even call him a love interest? I don’t even remember asking him out.” Taehyung points out.
“I’m just trying to protect you.” Hye-jin sighs. “You know people take advantage of wealthy men with good hearts...”
Silence falls between them in the car. Taehyung knows that she’s right. He’s been hurt many times before.
“Maybe I should... try to hide it.” He suggests.
“Hide what? Your money?” Hye-jin scoffs. “You better get rid of that Rolex and that Armani tie.”
“You think he can tell?”
“He’s a man who dates men. He can tell.” Hye-jin and Taehyung roll their eyes at each other.
Hye-jin pulls up next to Taehyung’s BMW and waits for him to get out.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t let him see that car either.” She laughs.
Taehyung gets out of her car and walks around his car once to make sure everything is just the way he left it. After finding his hubcaps intact, he unlocks his car and gets in. Hye-jin honks a couple of times as she drives away.
He flips the sun visor to look at himself in the mirror. His hair is getting long again, it’s curling at the ends. He looks pretty good for someone who got absolutely hammered last night. Looking down at his watch, he decides to shed the accessories that make him stand out from the crowd. His watch, his tie, and his Saint Laurent wallet, opting to shove a few twenties in his pocket instead.
He gets out of his car and walks down the street toward the bar he visited the night before. As he approaches the door, he can feel the nerves fluttering around in his stomach. He recalls the cheeky smile on Jungkook’s face and he cannot wait to see it again.
Once again ducking into the poorly lit bar, Taehyung heads straight for the bar.
“There he is!” Jungkook shouts from behind the bar. He begins slowly clapping as Taehyung approaches the bar and sits down on the same stool from last night. “I’m glad to see you in one piece.”
“Thank you.” Taehyung laughs, admiring the tall bartender. “I have to be honest, I’m still recovering my memories from last night.” He adds with a sigh.
“Oh no, does that mean you don’t remember stripping on the bartop?” Jungkook chuckles.
“I did WHAT?” Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his cheeks turn red.
“I’m kidding Tae. Calm down, calm down.�� Jungkook, still laughing, places a napkin on the bar in front of Taehyung. “What can I get you?”
Taehyung, still stuck on being called Tae, gives Jungkook a puzzled look. Jungkook looks back at him with a small smile as he processes the information. But the lingering eye contact draws Taehyung in, the original question long forgotten, a new one forming to take its place.
“Listen... did I...” Taehyung pauses, finally breaking eye contact. He licks his lips and starts again. “Did I happen to ask you out last night?”
“Yeah you did.” Jungkook smiles to himself as his cheeks heat up. “You were pretty drunk though, so I wasn’t going to say anything.” He grabs a bar rag and wipes down the already clean bartop.
“You probably get hit on at work all the time.” Taehyung watches the blush on Jungkook’s face deepen and he feels his confidence level rising. “Well, I’m sober now and the offer still stands, if you’re at all interested.” Taehyung lifts an eyebrow at the bartender.
“I’d like that.” Jungkook flashes his teeth. “So, can I get you something to drink?”
“I think I’ll pass tonight. Would you like to meet for dinner on Saturday?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook works on weeknights, so he hopes that he has weekends off.
“Ahh Saturday?” Jungkook runs his fingers through his dark locks and looks off into the distance, thinking. “I can’t on Saturday. I know it’s a bit weird, but would Monday work? The bar is closed on Mondays.”
“Monday is perfect.” Taehyung replies. “I’ll text you details and see you then.” They exchange smiles and Taehyung leaves the bar.
Once he’s back in his car, he lets himself breathe. He has a date with the most beautiful bartender he’s ever seen. His eyes shine even in the darkness of the bar, what will it be like to see him in the real world?
~~~~~~~
On Saturday, alone in his apartment, Taehyung sits and tries to focus on the movie his friend Jimin recommended he watch. All he can think about, though, is a pair of doe eyes and a brilliant smile.
He tried to stay busy, but after working out, cooking lunch and dinner, and doing some online shopping, he still finds himself bored out of his mind, wishing that Jungkook had the night off.
Taehyung [7:54pm]: I can’t stop thinking about him.
Hye-jin [7:55pm]: Don’t you have a short pink haired friend you can hang out with? Or at least text him, I’m sure he’s at home alone.
Jimin [7:55pm]: I HEARD THAT
Hye-jin [7:56pm]: Did you seriously put us in a group chat??
Hye-jin [7:56pm]: I’m getting ready to go OUT LEAVE ME ALONE
Jimin [7:57pm]: Did you say he was working tonight, why don’t you just go visit him?
Taehyung [7:57pm]: I was thinking about it....
Hye-jin [7:57pm]: NO
Hye-jin [7:58pm]: DO NOT DO THAT YOU WILL LOOK SO DESPERATE
Jimin [7:58pm]: Don’t you have somewhere to be hag
Hye-jin [7:59pm]: DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUT YOUR TWO GAY BEST FRIENDS IN A GROUP CHAT
Taehyung [8:00pm]: I’m going to the bar ttyl
Hye-jin [8:00pm]: NOOOOO
Jimin [8:00pm]: YESSSSSS
~~~~~~~
On a typical Saturday night, Taehyung would be in a town car on his way to a nightclub on the north side, decked out in Gucci from head to toe, ready to dance the night away. Tonight, he’s driving himself downtown, dressed in some casual clothes he normally wouldn’t wear outside his apartment.
Taehyung finds a spot to park a block away from the bar and walks the distance, nerves nibbling away at his insides. As he approaches the bar, he can tell it's quite a bit busier than it has been before. Maybe this isn’t a great idea.
Pushing away his doubts, Taehyung opens the door and walks into the now familiar bar. The place is pretty packed. Groups of loud, boisterous men huddled around tables and booths watching the game on the televisions. He approaches the bar and an unfamiliar face greets him.
“What can I get ya?” The short bartender asks. Taehyung looks around to see if he can locate Jungkook, but after scanning the room he finds nothing. The bartender clears his throat and asks again.
“Actually, is Jungkook here?” Taehyung questions.
“Are you his new friend?” The bartender scans Taehyung’s face, then shakes his head. “He’s with Beomgyu tonight.”
“Oh.” The nerves flitting around his stomach turned to stone.
This wasn’t a great idea.
~~~~~~~
Sunday was spent at Jimin’s apartment eating carbs. Switching between cursing and praising Jungkook. He’s so stunning, Taehyung was stupid to think that he was the only one Jungkook was seeing.
“I’ve been avoiding asking you this, but are you still going to go out with him tomorrow night?” Jimin questions Taehyung gently.
The two of them are sprawled out on Jimin’s broken down sofa. The leather is worn out under them, but it’s much more comfortable than the high end couch at Taehyung’s place. They are sharing a bowl of popcorn. Some drama is playing in the background of their conversation.
“I guess so. I mean it’s not like he lied about anything. It just kind of sucks.” Taehyung sulks.
“I think you should confront him about the Beom-whoever.” Jimin gets up from the couch to replenish their snacks. “What kind of name is that anyway?” He mumbles to himself.
As Jimin continues muttering to himself, Taehyung grabs his phone from the coffee table. He ignores the I told you so messages from Hye-jin and opens his conversation with The Cute Bartender. As he rereads the caring messages Jungkook sent him a few days ago, the text bubble pops up.
Taehyung sits up straight on the couch and Jimin returns with chips and pocky. The bubble pops up and disappears a few times before the message finally comes through.
TCB [4:48pm]: Hey, are we still on for tomorrow night? Let me know what sounds good for dinner.
Taehyung sets the phone back down on the table and closes his eyes. Why does he feel so much turmoil over this bartender. He barely knows him. What is so special about Jungkook? Taehyung tries his hardest to forget the curve of his cheeks... his nose... his lips.
When he opens his eyes again, his phone is not on the table, it’s in Jimin’s hands.
“What are you doing?!” Taehyung shouts, reaching for his phone. But it’s too late. The message that Jimin had been typing out was sent.
Taehyung [4:49pm]: How was your date with Beomgyu?
“Why would you do that?!” Taehyung shouts. “Now he is going to think I’m stalking him!”
“You deserve to know the truth!” Jimin shouts in return. They both watch and the typing bubble appears.
TCB [4:50pm]: What?
TCB [4:50pm]: How do you know about Beomgyu?
Taehyung doesn’t hesitate with his response.
Taehyung [4:51pm]: The other bartender told me. I went to visit you at work last night, but obviously you weren’t there.
TCB [4:51pm]: Yoongi?
TCB [4:51pm]: Listen, I promise it isn’t what it sounds like.
TCB [4:52pm]: Let me explain over dinner tomorrow night. My treat.
Taehyung and Jimin consider the offer. If he isn’t dating Beomgyu, then who is he?
Taehyung [4:52pm]: Okay.
~~~~~~~
The sushi restaurant that Jungkook picked is a little bit... quaint. Is quaint the right word? Taehyung is used to dining at sushi restaurants that have plates starting at $40, but the most expensive thing on the menu here is a $12 Drunken Sailor roll.
There are a few people eating at the bar and a few tables taken up around the restaurant. Taehyung arrived early so he could ground himself before facing Jungkook. He’s still embarrassed about the message Jimin sent. Maybe he’ll be able to explain himself....
“Hey! You’re early.” Jungkook is walking in the door. He’s wearing dark ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The same thing he usually wears at work. Every part of him is shining.
“Yeah sorry.” Taehyung tries to laugh, but it comes out more as a cough. “I’ve never eaten here before, thought I’d check out the menu.” He gestures toward the menu board that’s secured to the ceiling.
“Well everything is good here. I come here at least once a week.” Jungkook smiles brightly. This is exactly why Taehyung came early. He knew he would struggle to focus on anything but Jungkook.
It’s not just his physical beauty. The way he carries himself is so warm and inviting and Taehyung wants to be close to him. Even after the awkwardness from the day before, it feels so natural to be standing there with him.
“The Drunken Sailor roll sounds interesting, but I may have to stick with the timeless classic, the California roll.” Taehyung says.
“Ah, you know I’ve been meaning to try the Drunken Sailor. It’s a new addition to the menu.” Jungkook steps forward to order and pay for the two of them. “Two California rolls and a Drunken Sailor roll. Oh and a bottle of sake.”
Jungkook confidently leads Taehyung toward the back of the restaurant to a booth. The way he slides into the seat, Taehyung can tell this is his preferred spot in the restaurant.
“So I guess, I should go ahead and address the elephant in the room.” Jungkook starts. A waiter brings two glasses of water, two empty cups, and a bottle of apple sake. Taehyung reaches for his water to sip.
“I think there was a misunderstanding. Yoongi thought you already knew about Beomgyu.” Jungkook says as he pours some of the sake into the cups, Taehyung chokes a little on his water.
“Who is Beomgyu?” Taehyung finally asks. Jungkook waits a moment, sipping the sake before responding.
“Beomgyu is my son.” Jungkook states plainly. Taehyung pauses to absorb the information, but quickly a feeling of relief washes over him.
“Did you mention him when I was wasted?” He asks.
“No, no. I don’t usually tell people I have a son until after a few dates.” Jungkook replies. It makes sense. It’s safer to protect the child’s identity. “But I like you and I didn’t want to throw our chance away because I wasn’t telling you the whole truth.”
Taehyung smiles, but he feels a twinge of guilt growing in his gut. He had been planning to hide his wealth from Jungkook, but maybe he should just be honest too.
“In the spirit of being honest, maybe I should tell you that I’m... fairly wealthy?” Taehyung’s voice fades to a whisper by the end. “I run a company.” He adds.
Jungkook cracks a smile.
“I know.” He says. “You told me all about that when you were drunk.” Jungkook chuckles.
“Oh really?” Taehyung scratches the back of his head. How embarrassing.
“To be honest, that’s another reason why I didn’t want to tell you about Beommie at first.” Jungkook shuffles in his seat. “I don’t want you to think that I’m interested in you for your money. I mean look at this place, obviously I don’t make a lot of money.”
“Hey this place is great. I’m sure the sushi is delicious.” Taehyung argues.
“Yeah, it’s just. I don’t want you to think that I’ve got a son and I’m a... gold digger.” At that, the two of them break out into laughter.
“Well when I’m sober, I try not to let many people know about my money. It changes the way people act around you.” Taehyung sighs, pouring himself some of the sake.
“It’s the same with having kids. No one is interested in dating someone who is already tied down like that.” Jungkook watches Taehyung’s face carefully for a reaction, but he just furrows his brow.
“I think kids are great.” Taehyung shares with a genuine smile.
“I’d love for you to meet Beomgyu sometime in the future. I usually wait until things are more serious than a first date to introduce him to people.” Jungkook explains and Taehyung lifts a brow.
“Not, not that there’s been a lot of people, I’ve only introduced him to one person I dated a while ago.” Jungkook tries to recover.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. We both have pasts. I am kind of curious though, are you gay or bisexual? Most single gays don’t end up with children.” Taehyung questions and Jungkook shakes his head a little.
“I don’t really like to label myself. I guess back then I thought I was straight, but now?” Jungkook taps his fingers against the table, thinking. “I guess most people would label me pansexual.”
“Wow so I’m in competition with... everyone then?” Taehyung chuckles to himself and then takes a sip of the sake.
“I actually met Beomgyu’s mother in high school, we were-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. Jungkook fishes the phone out of his pocket. “And this is her, sorry I have to take this.”
Jungkook scoots out of the booth and steps away from the table. Taehyung can tell by his body language that he’s worried. After just a few seconds on the phone, Jungkook returns to the table with a crease in his brow.
“Apparently Beomgyu fell and hit his head pretty hard. He’s okay, but he’s at the hospital getting checked out...” Jungkook trails off.
“Oh, okay, we can reschedule for another time.” Taehyung throws a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and exits the booth, but Jungkook pauses.
“Listen, I rode my bike here, could you possibly... give me a ride?” Jungkook asks hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“That’s no problem at all.” Taehyung motions for Jungkook to follow him and leads the way to his car at a quick pace. Jungkook seems unfazed by the shiny BMW parked down the street.
“I really appreciate this, Tae.” Jungkook smiles over at Taehyung as they buckle into their seats.
“Please don’t worry about it.” Taehyung reaches over and squeezes Jungkook’s hand before driving off toward the hospital.
~~~~~~~
“Would you like me to wait here, or I can schedule a Lyft for you?” Taehyung questions Jungkook when they arrive at the children’s hospital and he thinks about it for a moment.
“Would you like to come in? I know it’s very sudden to meet Beomgyu, but...” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s hand that he hadn’t yet let go of. “I’ve got a good feeling.”
The two men navigate the hospital corridors together, stopping to peer inside the window of Beomgyu’s hospital bed. The small boy, who shares many of his father’s beautiful features, is playing with his mother’s cell phone.
“Would you mind waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung nods and Jungkook enters the hospital room. Immediately Beomgyu abandons the phone and Taehyung can see him mouth something excitedly to his dad. Jungkooks sits on the foot of Beomgyu’s bed, his all black outfit stark against the clinical background.
Taehyung catches Beomgyu’s mom looking at him while she talks to Jungkook. She’s beautiful too. She stands and collects her phone from Beomgyu before exiting the room.
“I’m going for a coffee, would you like anything?” She says with a coy smile. Taehyung shakes his head and gives her a little wave.
Jungkook is still chatting with his son. Beomgyu is animatedly explaining something to him and both his and Jungkook’s eyes light up, almost a mirror image. Taehyung is grinning when Jungkook looks over at him and motions for him to enter the room.
Taehyung cautiously enters the room, but keeps his distance. He gives wide-eyed Beomgyu a wave and a slight bow.
“Hello, I’m Taehyung. You must be Beomgyu?” The boy nods. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Beomgyu smiles, but his attention is quickly grabbed by the doctor entering the room.
“Which of you is Mr. Jeon?” Jungkook promptly stands. “I’ll catch you up quickly.” Jungkook follows the doctor back into the hall to discuss Beomgyu’s status.
Taehyung crosses the room and sits on a chair near the window. Beomgyu’s eyes follow him curiously.
“Beomgyu, what kind of things do you do for fun?” Taehyung questions.
“I like to do art!” He responds.
“What’s your favorite medium to work with?” Taehyung continues.
“Medium..?” Beomgyu’s face twists with confusion.
“Ah.... Do you like to draw with crayons or do you like to paint?” Taehyung clarifies his question.
“I like to paint, but my mom thinks it’s too messy, so I mostly draw.” Beomgyu explains.
“I like to paint too. Maybe we can paint together sometime. I have an art studio in my home.” Taehyung smiles.
~~~~~~~
After the doctor gets the important information out of the way, the fact that Beomgyu will be okay and doesn’t require any treatments, Jungkook’s gaze falls back inside the hospital room. Taehyung and his son are laughing about something together. Taehyung seems like a natural.
“Dad!”
“Beomgyu!” Jungkook responds as he enters the room.
“Taehyung is so cool, he said we could do art together and he doesn’t even care if we make a mess!” Beomgyu practically falls off the hospital bed in excitement.
“Wow that sounds like fun, as long as it’s at his house.” Jungkook winks at Taehyung, who smiles and nods in return.
“Can he stay for dinner tonight?” Beomgyu asks, Taehyung’s smile growing wider.
Maybe he can stay forever... Jungkook thinks.
~~~~~~~
Thank you so much for reading!
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Hi guys, so March 25th is my blogs 1 year anniversary and I thought I wanted to do something for you guys since I’ve been gone for so long. It’s been one really amazing year, I’ve made some really awesome friends, finally got the guts to write fanfiction like I always wanted. So I wanna thank you guys for sticking by my side for a whole ass year, and I hope we make it to the next anniversary together! I love you so much!
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TITLE: i have sunshine enough to spread
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook)
Rating: PG13
Genre: fluff, Mafia!AU, Mob boss! Jungkook, Innocent! Tae, Single father! Jungkook
Word Count: 5,867
Trigger Warning/s: swearing,non-graphic description of injuries
Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss
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∟ Prompt by fulltime-taekooker on ao3: Can you write a taekook mafia au with with big bad mob boss jk and a fluffy innocent tae all the cliche stuff :3
Summary: “Where are your parents?” He asks. The child turns and points at Jungkook.
He assumes the child is scared in the presence of the man. If he was the child he would be too.
“Pretty Beri, I promise I will protect you. Is this man hurting you?” Taehyung asks. He learned before that in order to gain the trust and attention of kids you have to show them you are at the same level as them and look them in the eyes.
“Him?” Beri points again at Jungkook. “That’s my dad.”
“You’ll pay for this.”
Is what the well-built man in his crisp all black suit (and probably soul) says to Taehyung. He might as well call him an entity dressed in black that suddenly developed a man. A scary man.
You’ll pay for this.
Taehyung will pay for this.
Taehyung apparently will pay for something.
For what; he does not know yet.
“Ouch- mom! What was that for?” He exclaims as he rubs on the back of his right shoulder, the sting still felt ten seconds after the hit.
“I always knew your big mouth would get you in trouble! Haven’t you learned from that professor of yours? You and your temper.” His mother says, an accusatory finger pointed at him.
He knew at this point his mother’s blood pressure is rising at an alarming rate. He doesn’t blame her but he cannot blame himself either. He would retaliate but he knows it would only make it worse.
Kids these days often get reprimanded for apparently ‘talking back to your elders’ although Taehyung would then kindly explain that he’s not talking back. He’s only explaining. Calmly.
The elderlies don’t get that and would never understand and view it from his point of view but. Well.
Here goes nothing.
“I’m only saying-” He starts but gets cut off.
“Stop talking back! If you get jumped on the streets, you’re on your own.” His mother cut him off, effectively making him heave a sigh and pull his mouth into a straight line, eyes closed.
He looks at Namjoon for help. His cousin just shrugs his shoulders before avoiding his gaze.
So much for sharing blood.
His mother already left the two of them alone but he knows that does not mean he’s off the hook.Not until he has paid for whatever it is he should pay for, anyway.
He knows Namjoon is just waiting for the right timing to laugh at him, if the puffed cheeks, wavering eyes and huffing shoulder is anything to go by.
“Close your shop.” He throws the pillow at Namjoon who bellows and grunts.
He thinks back to the scenario after lunch at work today.
Taehyung and Namjoon are both manning the gallery where Taehyung works more as the curator and sometimes when he’s bored, he’s just a menace.
Today was supposed to be a normal day. It started fairly well, they’ve had the scheduled meetings in the morning, the occasional inquiries for school trips and a slightly uneventful lunch with Namjoon.
It comes after lunch.
He sees a man dressed in a black formal suit the same built as Namjoon talk to the latter. The only difference is that Namjoon lives the part of a gallery curator, in his work clothes which consists of his shirts and polos that he uses for daily wear. The other man however, is dressed in all black. He assumes the man is closely categorized as a high-profile person.
Namjoon is a smart and reasonable man. They’ve had their fair share of meticulous and borderline customers with strong personalities that Taehyung calls rude but this man his cousin is currently dealing with, is clearly attempting to show them that he’s in charge-- with the way he almost towers over Namjoon and the intimidating stare he gives off. Taehyung notices they are the same height but he admits the rude man is more broad than Namjoon.
“I’ve explained to you why. Just pay the refund and I’ll leave you and your pretty paintings alone.” The rude client says. Taehyung scoffs. Does this person not know how transactions work?
“I apologize but I already explained that the transaction is way past the period stated in our refund policy. Also, the painting has been damaged.” Namjoon explains and Taehyung’s pretty sure he’s heard of it three minutes ago and Namjoon almost replies to the client as if it’s obvious. Spoiler: it is.
“My boss doesn’t care if there’s damage. I’ll only repeat myself one more time; refund or else-”
“The painting is damaged in the lower left part. I’m not sure if you are knowledgeable in this field but I’m pretty sure most galleries would not grant a refund in that case. You purchased the painting two weeks ago and so it’s way passed the ten days refund policy. If you attempted to return it at least three days ago, I’m sure we would have less problems here.” Taehyung butts in.
“I’m not speaking to you.” The (rude) client sneers.
“I am, though.” Taehyung replies back nonchalantly, as if oblivious to the threat the man has been implying. “We have students coming in in thirty mintues. Make sure you’ve understood well by then.” He smiles innocently at the man.
“What’s taking you so long to return it?” Another man dressed in all black steps closer to them. Taehyung has seen the man surveying the gallery so he did not assume he came together with the rude man.
Is there some sort of an event around the block?
“Are you the boss?” Taehyung turns to ‘the boss’, innocence still dripping in his tone.
The man does not reply and instead looks him up and down with an eyebrow slightly raised.
“Assuming you are their boss, sir, please explain to your subordinate our gallery policy.” He requests and pouts slightly at the man.
“Who are you?” The client sneers and reaches into his coat pocket but his apparent boss raises a hand as if to signal him to stop.
“We are the owners of this gallery.” Taehyung states as if the men in front of them have been oblivious to the fact.
After a lull of silence with just the boss piercing his eyes at Taehyung throughout the whole ordeal, “I’m sorry, my subordinate is used to getting his way.” He speaks. “We’ll take the painting.” At that, he murmurs to the rude man who nods and looks expectantly at Taehyung. He does not say anything so Namjoon takes charge and says, “Come with me to the office.” Namjoon tilts his head and allows the client to follow suit.
“So you own this?” The man asks, stepping closer to Taehyung, almost crowding him.
“Yes I do.” Taehyung smiles at the man, proud of his gallery and his little revelation. “And what is your work, sir?” He asks.
“None of your business.”
“It is, I think,” Taehyung trails, his face full of wonder. “Especially if you are in mine.” Taehyung explains as if he was conversing with an eight year old.
The man scoffs and shifts on his feet. Seriously, what’s taking Kim so long?
Finally, finally , Kim comes out with Namjoon, carrying with him the painting half of his height. He huffs at the painting before turning to Taehyung.
He turns to walk away seeing Kim is already trailing behind him when a voice calls out to him. “Sir, next time, read the terms and conditions.” Taehyung informs and for the nth time the man scoffs.
His footsteps echo around the walls of the gallery, seemingly loud on Taehyung’s ears as he crowds into his space again. Suddenly, before he knows it, the man’s almost chest to chest with him, leaning close to his left ear.
“You’ll pay for this.”
Days at the gallery sometimes get boring. There are times when they only get whiffs of calls and inquiries, sometimes only a handful of them. At times there are scheduled school trips ranging from kids between middle school to college students sent to the gallery for an out of the classroom experience.
This day ends after Taehyung has finished rounding up the high school students sent for an experience at the gallery. He is tired-- students are rowdy, they are at the edge where most of the time they won’t take art seriously and would find humor in it instead of delving into its technicalities.
“Taehyung!” One of the curators at the gallery who sometimes fills in for Namjoon butts her head into one of the back offices looking for a specific brown haired boy.
“Yes, Ah Hee?”
“There is a man at the front asking for you. Says you know him.” Ah Hee says and leaves without a word.
Taehyung sighs before putting his phone back into his pocket. When he gets to the reception area of the gallery, he stops in his tracks.
It’s him.
And Taehyung is annoyed.
“I don’t know him.” He scowls before turning back.
“I told you you’ll pay for it.” The man says after him, hands inside the pocket of his black slacks, standing behind Taehyung in a stance that screams confidence and elite.
“I’m poor.” He huffs.
“No you aren’t.” The man heaves out a laugh.
“You wouldn’t know.”
“I do. Kim Taehyung.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Taehyung stomps closer to the man, furious.
“I want a lot. Do you want to be one of them?” The man smirks.
“I’m sorry but I don’t even know who you are, honestly.” Taehyung shrugs.
“If I tell you my name you’ll be more indebted to me.” He fakes concern and a gasp. “Maybe that’s a good idea? More chances of me bugging you.” He smiles. “Do you have an office? I prefer to keep my personal matters privately.” He looks around.
“I do have one, for your information. My mother told me to not talk to strangers, though.” Taehyung bites back.
“Your mother is sweet.” He smiles creepily. “So, is this your office?” He walks straight to the room he saw Taehyung walk out from and enters it without a word.
This man is frustrating . Taehyung thinks. He deems it important to follow the man into his own office before he wreaks havoc. Kids these days.
“I can sue you for being in my property.” Taehyung slams the door close, sneering at the man who was leaning his weight onto the edge of the table, a leg propped up to support himself and looking like he owns the gallery.
“You’re in my property.” The man shrugs.
“Since when is this your gallery? You don’t even know when to refund, no offense.”
“No. Let me make this clear. You are literally stepping into my property. You and your gallery which was built on my land.”
“Who are you?” Taehyung squints his eyes at the man.
“Jeon Jungkook. I would not want to give you too much personal information of mine because you know, I don’t put out on the first date.” Taehyung scoffs. “But, so you don’t spend the rest of your night thinking about me, the person you are paying your rent to for this gallery pays me which means I own this property.”
Taehyung can feel an oncoming headache. Does this man expect him to put out his dollars to pay the rent? He does not even know organizations like this still exist and have only known of them in books.
“I told you already, I am poor. My family is poor and the gallery only provides enough for me and my family.” Taehyung explains, exasperated.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna mooch you off your money. I do have other things I need, though.”
With that, Jungkook leaves the room and Taehyung is left with his own thoughts about his words. What could a man, who claims that he owns the property and assuming he’s filthy rich, need from a curator?
Taehyung hopes Jungkook does not call him to curate all the illegal doings he has going on or worse- dead bodies.
He shudders at the thought.
Gallery shifts are usually normal.They still are. The only difference is that while everything is normal, his mood is certainly not.He gets pissed, embarrassed and furious at times.The first instance was when flower stands of lilies and chrysanthemums waiting for him at the entrance of the gallery.Taehyung loves flowers and he does find lilies beautiful. However, he associates flower stands with funeral although it is also used on other occasions. Currently there are two positioned by the entrance, donned with a ribbon that congratulates the gallery as if it is on its gala night.He’s pretty sure who sent the flowers and half of him applauds this person for sending the flowers way earlier-- at least before he or Namjoon and Ah Hee come in-- so he can’t make a big fuss of sending the flowers back to whoever who sent it.
Taehyung gets pissed at the wit of that man.
He’s also pissed at the fact that he can’t seem to throw the flowers away.
The next delivery was a single stem of sunflower wrapped in a bouquet, coupled with chicken and pasta. It came with an envelope that reads an invite as a plus one to a black tie event.
The invitation also came with a phone number.
He doesn’t attend the party and doesn’t text the number.
On a Friday there were no deliveries but there was a text message.
[Unknown]
I see you won’t text me first.
I was waiting for you.
[Taehyung]
I’m sorry to hear that ♥
Thankfully, Taehyng had a peaceful weekend.
And with the weekend, the peace went away on Monday morning.
He has been ready to wrestle kids today who are scheduled to come to the gallery. If he thought high schoolers were bad, seven years old were worse.
Kids.
The appointment comes and oh, Taehyung is livid.
He doesn’t see a flock of kids. Instead, there is only one.
And Jeon Jungkook.
Taehyung is fond of kids. Which is why his heart hurts seeing that a child had to be in the middle of this. He doesn’t like hurting people but maybe Jungkook could be an exception.
“Hello, I’m Taetae! What is your name?” He clears his throat and crouches down to let the kid know his attention is all to him and not to the creature looming near them.
“I’m Beri. Because my daddy said my cheeks are red like strawberries.” The kid looks up to him. “Are you my teacher today?”
“Maybe? It’s a secret, though.” He whispers and the child giggles.
“First, before we start. Tell me your secret also.” He almost kneels to the ground to be eye-level with the child. He is a man on a mission and he will not let that evil man terrorize children.
“Okay.”
“Where are your parents?” He asks. The child turns and points at Jungkook.
He assumes the child is scared in the presence of the man. If he was the child he would be too.
“Pretty Beri, I promise I will protect you. Is this man hurting you?” Taehyung asks. He learned before that in order to gain the trust and attention of kids you have to show them you are at the same level as them and look them in the eyes.
“Him?” Beri points again at Jungkook. “That’s my dad.”
Taehyung sighs and stands up on his feet. “Is Beri your daughter?” He asks Jungkook, keeping a friendly smile so as not to scare the kid.
“She told you that, already…” Jungkook replies. “I’m not evil!” He adamantly says.
Taehyung chooses to ignore Jungkook and carefully takes Beri’s hands into his. He goes on to tour Beri around the gallery. Trying his best to explain to her the paintings in a way that she could understand. He also tries to keep his distance from Jungkook as well. You never know when danger is just around the corner.
He also takes pictures of Beri in front of artworks that peak her interests. All the while, Jungkook has been following behind who has been listening to Taehyung’s explanation but pretending not to.
When they finish the last stop at the gallery, Beri skips her way to her apparent father. Taehyung is still skeptical about this but if the child says so.
“I still don’t trust you but I trust Beri.” He says to Jungkook.
“Your faith in me is astounding, really. I’ll send you a birth certificate if I have to. Good night, Taetae.” Jungkook says before helping Beri into the car.
With that, he walks away from the two but not before saying goodbye to Beri and promising to see each other again (only her and not her father. He swears).
[Jungkook]
sent a photo
Taehyung loads the file and there it is.
Beri’s birth certificate.
(For safety measures, Taehyung zooms into the photo to see if it’s fabricated. It’s not.)
Sadly, Taehyung could not always see Beri as often as he wanted to and as he originally expected. He has been busy with the gallery and working on his commissions. The gallery is not that much entertaining for a seven year old either.There are not many reasons for her to be there four times a week.
So no Beri also means no Jungkook.
It was surprising at first, and frankly for Taehyung, a little scandalous as he caught himself off-guard thinking of Jungkook in the first place. He thought maybe it is not bad at all to see Jungkook in the gallery.
For Beri. Yes. He convinces himself.
At the end of the day, Jungkook is still affiliated with the mafia. Whether he is a good father or not to Beri, he is still a mafia boss and with Jungkook comes the danger with being in that line of work.
He fears for Beri’s safety. (just Beri, he swears).
He gets reminded of his worries one time, when Beri comes barrelling into the gallery at the sight of him. The little girl came with an unknown woman who introduces herself as her babysitter and that her boss Jungkook sent the two of them to the gallery.
He entertains Beri the best he can in between his actual work.
Later that night, the babysitter tells him that Jungkook wishes for his presence and demands for him to come with them.
When they arrive at home, Taehyung doesn’t get much time to marvel at the interior as Beri hurriedly runs further into the house as she calls for her dad. There are other men who are dressed and carry themselves the way Jungkook did in the living room and at that, the babysitter swiftly lures the energetic child into her room, excusing herself to Jungkook.
Taehyung shifts uncomfortably in his place, looking around and just nodding to the men as a greeting. Thankfully, Jungkook emerges from a room.
“Taehyung.” Jungkook almost startles upon seeing the brown haired boy.
However the sight of Jungkook was not the one that surprised him. It’s the blotches of dried liquid that reeks of blood on his dark dress shirt. It’s difficult to see even with the light but he knows what he sees.
It clicks to him that he probably sent Beri to the gallery so the child won’t get to see his father in this state.
Jungkook notices the apprehension in Taehyung’s face and looks at his hands that he is rid of blood but still stained by it (if the reddish nails were anything to go by) and hurriedly assures him, “It’s not mine, don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t-” Taehyung gapes and clears his throat, caught off guard. “You said you want to talk to me.”
“Yeah. Come with me to the office.” At that, he follows Jungkook to where he emerged from.
“I’m sure you know already and I don’t have to say it. But thank you for entertaining Beri while I was gone.” He talks to Taehyung with his back turned to him, focusing instead on his bloodied shirt as if looking at it will make it go away. He curses and opts to unbutton them instead. “I don’t want her seeing me do the job so I try to distract her sometimes but it’s difficult with her being homeschooled and there’s not much for her to go to.” Until I knew you. He doesn’t say.
“I told her I’d be hanging out with friends and asked for her permission if I can do that.” He chuckles and Taehyung bites at his lower lip. “I can’t exactly tell her that her father would be going out to possibly knock someone out cold.”
“You’re a great father.” Taehyung says instead.
Jungkook just shrugs and excuses himself to the restroom and later on comes out much cleaner and adorned in a new top.
“I just wanted to invite you over to thank you. I’d call you so it’s not impersonal but I’m sure you would pretend to not answer the phone.”
Taehyung chuckles.“Yeah. I’d rather ignore you altogether than have you frustrate me and I’ll end up screaming at you.” He replies and they both chuckle.
“You’re a nice person, Taetae.” Jungkook whispers almost to himself.
A shriek of daddy! can be heard from outside making the two of them turn to the sound and they do not spend more time in that room as Jungkook ushers both of them out to get to the little girl. Beri jumps at the sight of her father and Taehyung tries not to think of the scenario when Jungkook greets her with his bloodied clothes.
“Is Taetae eating with us? He should try the macaroonis.” Beri asks her father.
Jungkook chuckles. “She confuses macaroni, macaroons and macarons with each other. But she wants you to eat macaroons.” He tells Taehyung.
He did end up having dinner with the Jeons and Jungkook offered to drive him home but he refused. He had already booked a ride anyway.
When he gets home, he gets another round of earchatter from his mother.
“You, get home early. At this point I will just assume that that man killed you already.” His mother lectured.
As he has been spending time with Jungkook and Beri. Maybe he is in fact, paying for it already.
Jungkook doesn’t always try to send Beri to the gallery but when he does, he regrets it. Beri spending the whole afternoon at the gallery means Jungkook is somewhere in the city or even the outskirts doing business, knowing full well that by doing so, his one foot is already buried deep down his grave.
He assumes it’s safe to call them friends and he could worry. If not, he’d just worry for Beri’s sake.
Jungkook also tries to not send Beri to the gallery as Taehyung has his own work to get to. But at times the child could be moody and there’s nothing adults could do but move at her every whims.
As for today, instead of Taehyung coming with Beri to make sure she’s home safely, Jungkook visits the gallery instead.
It’s a record seeing him there again, and not bloodied, at that. He finds Taehyung and Beri in Taehyung’s work room. The two were both busy in their own artworks. Taehyung is working on his commission while Beri’s working on her own sheet of paper to keep her attention in place.
Jungkook marvels at the sight of Beri being focused on her art and his eyes shift to Taehyung who is in his own little world but makes sure he has his attention Beri’s well-being also.
He figures he likes seeing the two together and seeing himself with them doesn’t seem bad at all.
[Jungkook]
Are you at home?
[Taehyung]
Still at the studio just fixing up.
[Jungkook]
I’ll go there.
[Taehyung]
No!!!! I’m finished already. There’s no need.
I’ll come there instead?
In almost an hour, Taehyung reaches their house, traces of exhaustion visible at his face and even his body.
“I prepared iced coffee for you.” Jungkook pulls him as soon as he enters through the foyer into the living room.
The apartment was silent, minus the white noise in the apartment. Taehyung mutters a ‘thanks’ as Jungkook sits him down on the sofa, letting him drop his bag on one of the stools.
“I think my legs are dead from crouching down for hours. Stupid painting.” Taehyung pouts.
Jungkook slips out a giggle and Taehyung realizes it’s one of the rare Jungkook things he’ll probably have the privilege of experiencing.
“Do you want me to massage it?” Jungkook asks but before Taehyung can reply, Jungkook’s already lifting his left leg up over his thighs before kneading softly down the expanse of his leg. Taehyung leans back, almost slipping out a moan out of exhaustion.
“Good?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung nods, still pouting.
“Does being with me scare you, Tae?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung hears the seriousness in his tone.
“Sometimes. Especially when I get reminded of it, seeing you bloody.” Taehyung looks down on his coffee.
“I mean, in my defense, that’s not my blood.” Jungkook grins sheepishly.
“Doesn’t really help.” Taehyung pouts at him.
And then it dawns on Jungkook.
“Wait, I don’t think we’re on the same page. When I say it’s not my blood, I also mean it’s not my fault too. I’m not as violent as you think, Tae.” Jungkook chuckles.
It dawns on Taehyung and Jungkook sees the realization set on him. “It’s still blood!” Taehyung shudders.
“Yeah but that day, one of my men got hurt so I had to help. That’s the reason why I had my men; so they can take care of the people and I’ll handle the money.” Taehyung nods in understanding but dodges Jungkook’s teasing jabs.
“Tae, I actually want to tell you something…” Jungkook trails off and his voice matches the pace of his hand on Taehyung’s leg.
“Oh? Okay. Is it about Beri?” Taehyung looks up at him with eyes wide.
“Beri? Ah, no. It… it’s about me.” Jungkook sighs. “This is kind of awkward for me and also I’m nervous-don’t look at me like that!” Jungkook gapes at Taehyung who was trying not to laugh at his rambling.
“Wait- can I just do it? I don’t even know how to handle the situation if it gets awkward.” Jungkook continues rumbling.
“If it will let you feel at ease, Guk, I understand.”
“Promise?”
Taehyung chuckles and nods.
Jungkook sighs before slamming his lips into Taehyung’s, the impact making him hit harder than intended and pushing Taehyung back on his seat slightly. Jungkook supports Taehyung’s head with a hand on his hair, pulling away slowly but not too far.
This time, he repeats his actions gently, nipping at the bottom of Taehyung’s lips.
They pull away from each other slowly for the second time, assessing the look on each other’s face.
“So, what do you want to tell me?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook chuckles before pressing another peck to Taehyung’s lips.
“You’re so annoying.” Jungkook chuckles before pinching his cheeks.
“Jungkook.”
“Hm.”
“I know we just crossed something that’s a one way street. Whatever this is we can’t go back to what we were before. I’ll tell you I get scared. But I also want you to know that my feelings are greater than my fears.” Taehyung whispers seriously before placing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips.
“I know. I’ll try not to make you feel scared.” Jungkook hugs him.
Suddenly, Taehyung stands up and reaches out for the empty coffee mugs.
“Wait, where are you going?” Jungkook asks, baffled.
“Cleaning? It’s late.” Taehyung answers seemingly obliviously and proceeds to walk to the kitchen.
“Damn-we were having a moment.” Jungkook groans and stands up to stretch before following Taehyung to the kitchen.
The morning after, Beri was ecstatic to see Taehyung at their breakfast table. If she realizes with her young mind that he stayed over the night before, she doesn’t point it out.
Taehyung insists on cooking a hearty breakfast since he found out from Beri that Jungkook makes sure that they eat heavy breakfast which always consists of fried rice coupled with meat or eggs rotationally.
Beri’s having fun being in charge of dolling up the waffles with whip creams and chocolates topped with fruits of their choice.
When they finish, Jungkook drives him home so he’ll be able to change clothes before going to the gallery.
“Listen, my mom knows about our first meeting. When you threatened me and my cousin.” Taehyung breathes out once they arrive at the gate while they stay seated inside the car.
“So does that mean…” Jungkook sighs.
“Well- she knows about that. But she doesn’t know it’s you.” Taehyung smiles at him. “Let’s go inside, I’ll be late.” Taehyung proceeds to close the door and waits for Jungkook to do the same, waiting for the latter in front of the door.
Jungkook wishes Taehyung wouldn’t let him wait in the living room to avoid awkward confrontation with his family but he doesn’t have it in him to tell the other that he’ll just be waiting in the car instead.
Luckily, Taehyung ends his internal warfare. “Just wait in my room. My mom’s going to suffer from heart attack if she sees a stranger in the morning and she’ll think you’re the grim reaper.” Taehyung says, glancing at his usual black attire before turning to walk to his room.
When Taehyung emerges from his shower, he’s already dressed and ready to go, minus his work bag that he’s currently stuffing his wallet in. With his beckoning, the two exit Taehyung’s room to see that his family had been awake at the time they were in their room.
Jungkook walks behind Taehyung for good measure and because he was slightly offended with the latter’s remark that he’s fitting for the grim reaper look and might give people a jumpscare with his presence.
However, when the two steps into the kitchen, they hear a gasp. “You!” With eyes wide, the two look at Namjoon who’s sporting the same expression on his face. With the sudden commotion, his mother turns around to look at the couple. “You’re the one who threatened Taehyung!” Namjoon keeps a pointed finger at the two.
Jungkook and Taehyung keep seeing each other. There are still times when Beri had to be with Taehyung at times and other times Taehyung would leave the gallery on Namjoon’s care to be at Jeon's residence and distract Beri.
The minor scuffle that morning was quickly resolved when Taehyung and Jungkook quickly explained what happened, and Jungkook had apologized to Namjoon and his mother for the worries he might have caused, although Taehyung insisted there were none.
Jungkook remains busy with his work and Taehyung with his, but when they’re not, they spend time together. If Jungkook can, he’ll be the one who will drive to the gallery. Some days, he visits alone to spend at least lunch or dinner with Taehyung.
Some nights Taehyung gets to spend with Jungkook, somewhere in between his sheets where they proclaim their love for each other.
In whispers Jungkook tells Taehyung how much he adores Taehyung, and Taehyung traces the words he’d be too shy to even mumble to Jungkook and the words he wants to do to him are said not louder than whispers.
Taehyung tries hard not to meddle with Jungkook’s business-- they both do. Some questions are better off unanswered. He learned from an instance when Jungkook had to take care of his business and came back home bloodied. At first Taehyung felt relieved; Jungkook always reassures him that the blood on his hands is not his and that’s fine. Everything is good as long as he knows Jungkook is safe.
That night however, he knew that the uneasiness he feels in his stomach accounts to something. He always trusted his senses. It all pointed out to an injured Jungkook who was trying his best not to alert Taehyung and Beri of his presence that late night. Taehyung had managed to put Beri to bed luckily, but when he heard movements from the kitchen his heart almost dropped to the floor.
There is Jungkook, attending to the gnash on the back of his arm. He’s frozen in his position, eyes focused on his lover who was lowly hissing in pain as he disinfects his wound.
Taehyung clears his throat, alerting Jungkook of his presence and the latter looks up, surprised at the presence. “I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers and puts his attention back to his wound.
Taehyung walks closer and gauges the wound before preparing another pad dabbed with a disinfectant, and lightly applying it on the wound.
“You don’t have to help, Tae. You don’t like seeing wounds.” Jungkook says, his tone understanding.
“I don’t. But I also don’t want to leave you here in pain.” Taehyung keeps his voice low. The last thing they want is to wake Beri up and let her see her dad in this state.
“I know I said I won’t let a piece of my hair into your.... Business. I don’t want this to be a normal occurrence here. I don’t expect you to drop this lifestyle just so I can sleep peacefully at night. I’ll just have to trust your words and know you’ll try to be safe.” Taehyung finishes wrapping the wound and packs the first aid kit, avoiding looking up at Jungkook.
He doesn’t say anything. Jungkook knows Taehyung fears more than he admits. They’ve talked about how dangerous it is just to be associated with him, let alone be in his life. He knows seeing him in this state only amplifies his fears that Taehyung tries hard to not think about too much. His words would be appreciated by Taehyung; he always does appreciate every little thing, but he chose to stay silent. Instead, he cradles Taehyung’s face in his hands, tilting his head before pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips.
They also have their bad days, when Jungkook gets too heated with business matters and his head is too deep in it. He’s only human and sometimes slips. They both are. They get too pissed at each other, they have spent some nights where they went to sleep trying to ignore the other. They try to mend what goes wrong. They’ve invented too much into their relationship to let a small thing ruin it for them.
They do have good days, more so than the bad ones. At the end of the day, Jungkook goes home safely and his reward is the smile and a welcoming kiss as he wraps himself in his lover’s arms. Words need not to be said, they already know it just from how they try to let the other know how much they appreciate and love each other.
With Taehyung around, Jungkook gets to spend more time with Beri and him. More mornings and on some rare days, the whole day itself, they are together. They spend it hanging out in the gallery looking at the artworks or making one. They spend it in the kitchen trying out recipes Jungkook sees on youtube. And at night, when Beri gets too exhausted and retreats to her room, the two of them end their day together in front of the TV until one of them pulls the other to the bathtub, filling it with soap. Jungkook wraps an arm around Taehyung as they stay seated in the relaxing water, as if he’s protecting Taehyung from the slowly dropping temperature of the room. And Taehyung, smiles to himself knowing he’s been protected from things far more dangerous than cold water.
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TITLE: can i call you that in this lifetime? (umarekawari]
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Reincarnation au,
Word Count: 6,630
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Major Character Death but Reincarnated, Mentions of drugs
Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
Summary: “Whatever, you just admitted your dog looks like literal shit but with fur.”“That dog was you, asshole.”— the au where they promised to meet each other in all lifetimes but then jeongguk was reincarnated as a fucking dog
mimoto.
Taehyung closed the journal where he writes his letter to Jeongguk, keeps them inside his bag, before putting his attention on his phone who has been ringing with the notifications coming in in succession. The world they lived in was not as blessed. You only have one love of your life given to you whom you will spend all your lifetimes with. Sometimes, you remember them, at some you don’t. In some, you won’t even get to remember them – their face, their voice, memories of being with them in their past life.
Lifetimes wherein they could remember each other, where they always seem to find each other, always have a special place in their hearts. Lifetimes wherein they did not see each other or recognize each other always seem to haunt them, reminding them they can’t be happy in all lifetimes.
Taehyung remembers that one life time where Taehyung always knew ever since he can remember that he has to find Jeongguk. Needs to. Knew that Jeongguk is out there somewhere, waiting for him, or looking for him, no matter the circumstance. The said circumstance composed of the two meeting when the Philadelphia Police Department got a hold of a different man named Taehyung Kim, one that is innocent and in fact does not have a possession of illegal drugs. It just happened that Jeongguk was the detective who worked on the notorious drug lord that goes with the same name of Taehyung Kim, but the team who conducted was tipped with the wrong information, and somehow the group was led to a Taehyung Kim who lived downtown two blocks down the police station, working for a production company.
Taehyung was in the process of sorting out his luggage for his work-related trip to Northern Europe tomorrow in the afternoon when a knock rings around his rather quiet apartment. He drops the pairs of socks he was sorting out in his bed and ruffles his hair, a habit he has long picked up.
“Taehyung Kim?” A man adorned in police uniform greets Taehyung on the other side of the door, accompanied by another one with the same outfit.
“Speaking. Is there something wrong?” He calms himself down. Taehyung has a habit of getting nervous around police and hearing sirens. He figures it was something he had developed from the past lifetimes.
“We need you to come to the precinct, sir. The chief and detective will further explain it for you.” The unnamed officer replies.
Taehyung has taken political classes in university. He knows his rights. He might have almost failed the class but he learned something. “Do you have an arrest warrant?” He eyes the folded paper tucked inside the palm of the other officer, who handed him what must be the arrest warrant.
Taehyung scans the paper for the important information that must be indicated in the arrest warrant for it to be valid. Taehyung deems it necessary to follow the officers to the police mobile that will escort him to the precinct.
“You already searched my apartment and myself for drugs and you did not see any. You did not have to bring me here.” He huffs as he was led to a room. Taehyung was sure this was a plot conducted by the police of the state to pin any people that they can. He has read the news before. He also thinks he watched too many movies.
“Please wait here until we get the chief and the defective down here. I also got Officer Bae to call your lawyer.” The officer inside the room with him informed him.
He hears faint foot steps outside the room, making him think that it was probably the chief and the said defective. Is this how life ends? He thinks. I haven’t seen Jeongguk yet.
“Is that the notorious Taehyung Kim?” A voice shot him out of his violent thoughts that includes him being killed.
“No I’m not.” He snaps, crossing his arms. “Although I get told I’m notorious for my looks so-“ He explains.
“Is Taehyung Kim there?” A voice cuts him out of his monologue.
“As I have said, not the one you’re trying to look for.” He rolls his eyes then searched for the man who called his name. His eyes land on the man stood in a black shirt and a black bomber jacket draped on top. In fact, the man is wearing all black, and all-
Jeongguk. His Jeongguk was standing in front of him, in the precinct. Inside the interrogation room.
“Right in front of you, Chief Lee, Detective Jeon.” One officer breaks silence.
“I will handle the interrogations.” Jeongguk turns to the chief, who then nodded and walked out of the room, together with the officer who was with Taehyung minutes ago.
Jeongguk waited for the tell-tale sound of the door locking. He knew they did not have much privacy, considering Chief Lee and Officer Yoo were staying on the other side of the room overhearing the whole interrogation, through the one-way mirror and the microphones installed in the room.
“You- you deal drugs?” Jeongguk asks, mouth agape and stuttering once they are out of ear-shot.
“What the fuck? No! I already told you! Listen- I have a flight to catch tomorrow you can’t detain me especially if I did not do anything.” He explains, his eyes have rolled too many times.
“How have you been?” Jeongguk asks once he was seated.
“I’m good, I guess, minus the fact that I was brought here on false accusations.” Taehyung rests his arms on the desk, and stares at Jeongguk. He remembers the last life time when the boy’s hair was a lighter shade of brown, but he supposes being borderline blonde would not be appropriate for a detective.
“You’re really not dealing drugs are you?” Jeongguk asks. He figures they were given the wrong information, buying the notorious group they have been trying to catch more time for all the illegal shit they have been doing.
“You know me, Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s reply hides much more than what its surface would imply. Jeongguk knows his Taehyung. Knows he haven’t even seen drugs up close. Minus the make shift ones they use in filming sets.
“Detective, there’s something you need to see.” A knock on a door signals the man who informed Jeongguk who gives Taehyung a knowing look and a pat on his arm before fleeting the room.
Taehyung sits back, head hanging back on the chair, and blows out the air. He curses the universe for plotting this lifetime for them. Seriously, can’t we meet at a supermarket or some simple shit? Taehyung grumbles.
He wishes for a retake on those lifetimes where he met Jeongguk at an early age living only two blocks away. That lifetime, Taehyung knew he needed to get a notebook or something that locks to protect his letters to Jeongguk from his sister who has naturally a kick for checking out things around the house that peaks her interest.
He also could not and would not forget the time they met at a very odd circumstance involving a table, heels and a very drunk Taehyung on his birthday, who was given a fucking stripper to grind on his lap. Who knew the stripper was a friend of a friend, one of the choreographers in the university dance team, clad in leather jacket and harness, looking like a walking bdsm.
Jeongguk never got to see the end of Taehyung throwing casual comments about that day or the suggestions that followed the main event, Jeongguk grinding on Taehyung wearing nothing but his pants and a choker, of a private show.
A door opening snatches Taehyung from the road he’s travelling that would get dirtier if he had not heard the door. Soon after Jeongguk returns to the room with the Chief. Jeongguk has a pissed expression on his features that Taehyung has always been familiar with. Jeongguk has a lot of patience in his body, even more so than Taehyung, so whatever has been biting his ass must have taken a toll on him.
“Taehyung. They have another Taehyung Kim in custody.” Jeongguk informs him.
“Taehyung Kim, born as William Blue Silvester, hiding under the pseudonym of the same name as yours, has been caught just in time before he leaves for a sanctuary he owns off the Mediterranean.” The Chief supplies information, dropping a folder containing probably the basic information of the said criminal in front of Taehyung. He looks at Jeongguk for more words but one look from the man says everything is well.
After another few minutes of apologies from the chief and Jeongguk himself, Taehyung, who was allowed to leave the establishment as he wished to do so, and Jeongguk was left to stand outside the room he was just in hours ago. The two watches Chief Lee and Officer Yoo turn a corner and left the two in privacy.
‘I’ve been waiting for you.” Jeongguk remarks.
“So you have not been looking for me?” Taehyung jokes, not meaning anything behind it. Jeongguk laughs, throwing his head back. Once he has composed himself he pulls Taehyung by his arm and wraps one around him, keeping him close. Taehyung relaxes under the calming breathing pattern he feels from Jeongguk, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder.
“Got my notebook?” Jeongguk asked above whisper, still hugging Taehyung close to him.
Taehyung hums, “Got a lot of catching up and reading to do, officer-“
“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects which Taehyung ignores as he pulled back.
“Also, pay for the pens I bought for it.” He tuts.
“You smell different in this lifetime.” He comments.
“Yeah. I learned I don’t have a sensitive nose nowadays so I took advantage. I can handle stronger scents.” Taehyung smiles, remembering the whole lifetime he spent with Jeongguk who can’t last a day without being too sensitive with dust and anything that his nose catches a whim of. They kept a whole 9-pack facial tissues around the house for the sake of his colds.
Jeongguk gently pulls him back to get a good look at Taehyung, who has been staring at
him too closely. “Will I see you more often now?” Jeongguk asks, hopeful.
“I leave tomorrow for a work. I’ll come back after two weeks. We can meet then.” Taehyung replies.
“I see.” Jeongguk nodded, his features dimmed. “Give me your number.” He commands.
“Did you not have my whole profile and whole life filed in one of your cabinets?” Taehyung jokes.
“I don’t want to lose a job, so.” Jeongguk answers back, shrugging at the ridiculousness of the situation.
Jeongguk offers the latter a ride home. He learned that Taehyung is two years older than him in this lifetime, he still likes black bean noodles, and his new job that lets him travel approximately thirty times a year. Taehyung learns that Jeongguk’s family in his new life includes a father who was also a detective in his days, which inspired Jeongguk to follow his father’s footsteps, earning a degree and a well-deserved position in his current post.
“Okay, detective. Show me your new self when I get back.” Taehyung says, bobbing his head up and down absent-mindedly.
“That can be possible.” Jeongguk turns his whole upper body if the space in the front seat allows the two of them. “Tae.” He whispers, the older, looking expectantly at him. “Call me tomorrow before you leave.” He says, resting his arm on the
other’s shoulders, arms almost wrapped around him. Before he can stop himself he plants a kiss on the older’s temple, too softly, Taehyung might not feel it (he did. His heart beat that picked up tells him so).
“You’ve been alive many times and you never learned how to ask nicely. Good bye, officer.” Taehyung calls out as he walks out of the car, not noticing Jeongguk was a beat faster than him and is walking behind him to his front door.
“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects.
“Same thing. You all detained me. I will have you know I memorized the bill of rights.” Taehyung replies from his door.
“Is that so? Quit your job, then, apply for the vacant position in our department.” Jeongguk chuckles.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I might pay more visit to your work when I get back.” He taps the code for his door, waiting for the beeping sound to signal that it’s unlocked. “Good night, officer.” He leans up slightly to plant a kiss on the corner of the younger’s mouth, not caring to wait for his response as he lets the door close behind him when he got inside.
“Detective.” Jeongguk corrects for the second or third time that night to no one in particular, facing the door that already signaled that it was locked again for the night.
That night Taehyung opens the journal he maintained that lifetime that he keeps for Jeongguk, a tradition. His first one was acquired when Jeongguk got him one that almost resembles a unicorn, with sequins designed to change between two colours when you run your fingers through them. The journal serves as the records to keep the other updated before they see each other again in each lifetime.
[unknown] 11:49 PM
Call me tomorrow.
- jeongguk
Officer Jeon 11:50 PM
Please call me tomorrow.
Officer Jeon 11:51 PM
Can I call you tomorrow?
Taehyung read the texts he received in succession, as he picked up from where he was disturbed from his activity and finished packing his luggage and other important things that needed to be in his hand carry for tomorrow. He made sure his bed is free from any other things he might forget before sitting down, already changed into pyjamas, and reads the text messages. He reads each of them, picturing the younger typing away on his phone, contemplating his words.
Taehyung 12:04 AM
Hard bargain. I’ll try tho
Taehyung 12:05 AM
Good night, Officer Jeon.
He rests his phone on under his pillow, with the part of the phone where the speaker should be out and would be strategically placed near his ear for his alarm for the next day. He does not get to read the other’s reply, and Jeongguk figures out the event for the night took a toll on him.
As promised, the two right after Taehyung got back from his work trip. The younger had been waiting outside his apartment, in his casual clothes. He was way past an hour earlier than Taehyung but the older did not need to know that.
Beat from his flight and his two-week long work overseas, the two decided to have their late lunch delivered and just stay in for the first hang out of the century (read: lifetime). The first thing that Jeongguk asks for his for his contact name in the older’s phone to be changed.
“What’s your passcode?” Jeongguk was in the middle of guessing the older’s password to change his contact name himself, but all the possible 4-pin code the older could have used failed to unlock his phone.
“You don’t know my passcode. You’re gonna have my phone-“ He almost snatches his phone from the younger’s grip when he saw what was displayed on his screen. “-disabled. See, fucking brat.” He huffs, snatching his phone anyway, although it’s useless now that his phone was disabled for five minutes. Jeongguk continues to laugh from his seat, watching the older unpack his clean clothes from his luggage.
“You got another person’s birthday as your passcode? You’ve changed, hyung.” He chides.
“Yeah, that’s why you wouldn’t know.” He bites back. Jeongguk also would not know that his password was 1978. His favorite meeting with the younger was in the gloomy day of January 9, 1978 when they met at a court room, intent on opposing the other, as their clients were having a feud over properties of a deceased relative. He knew he left the court room with a settled case and a new person in his mind. It was one of the lifetimes they have gone through together that was peaceful. They were happy. They left that life happy and content with each other.
“Ah, hyung, I want my journal now.” Jeongguk sits up from the bed where he was laying down beside Taehyung’s clean clothes.
“Award-winning authors don’t give free books that they worked hard for, Guk.” He teases, eyes not leaving his task.
“You would not know that, hyung, they do. Especially to their loved ones.” Jeongguk feigns, almost feeling like he was offended.
“And you’re saying is you are one of my loved ones.” Taehyung states, dreading the younger’s answer.
“Your only love, hyung.” Jeongguk says almost patronizing.
Mood: Giddy, Content, Betrayed (explanation attached below)
Dear Detective,
We met today. I do not appreciate being dragged out of my apartment in the middle of packing shit and detained just because your officers thought I would have the energy to trade drugs/ Also, who the fuck thinks Taehyung Kim was a good name to use as a drug lord? I have so much to ask you. I noticed the scar on your arm. You did not have that the last time I saw you.
I’m also wondering if it is against your work conduct if we use your cuffs for personal purposes? By the time you read this entry we probably have already used it. But it’s ok, not everyone is a good citizen.
fuck the police,
your taehyung
“Fuck the police, hyung? Really?” Jeongguk reads, not wanting to believe what he just read. He only read some portions, that being the first page, one from the middle and the latest one, the one Taehyung wrote the night of chaos where they met in the interrogation room.
“You’re kink shaming me and I don’t like it.” Taehyung looks at him.
“Whatever hyung, I’m gonna read this when I get home. Who knows what kind of kink you developed when you were alone.” Jeongguk shifts so he can lay on his side, facing Taehyung.
“Says the one who has a kink for being called an officer. You probably fuck your one night stands with your costume still on.” Taehyung huffs.
“That whole sentence is just so wrong in many ways.” Jeongguk changes position again, almost ready to pound on Taehyung after his next offense. “First of all, I do not have an officer kink. Second, this is not a fucking costume. I don’t even have a police officer uniform. I’m a detective.” He huffs.
“But you did not deny fucking someone wearing a costume like one.” Taehyung replies after a beat of silence. Jeongguk stands from the bed, throwing Taehyung’s neatly folded clothes at him, Taehyung whining a ‘hey, fuck you’ at him.
faster than you could say the word bye.
Taehyung did not remember falling asleep to a vivid dream of the last time he and Jeongguk went to see the fireworks show near the amusement park in their past lifetime. He knows he suffered from motion sickness after Jeongguk dared him to go three times on the 360 degrees Vikings. In his defense, the younger promised him head if he did (he did). It seems like he only dreams of his past lifetimes with Jeongguk.
The two do not always win.
The universe has a unique way of telling them that the two of them are lucky enough that they get so each other in their next lifetimes. The universe tells them that humans get to be alone too. They were reminded that they have happiness not given off by the other. They have lives lived separately, sometimes because they were both strangers to each other. Sometimes the universe allows them to spend a lifetime with a person that is not Taehyung or Jeongguk.
Taehyung hates most of them.
The universe, according Taehyung and Jeongguk’s experiences, was a big stage, and they were the leads. The universe seems like it planned for the two to meet, and deems it necessary that that was enough.
One lifetime Taehyung remembered was the one where Taehyung was a nurse at the Asan Medical Center. He has not seen Jeongguk in this lifetime yet, and he hopes he sees him soon. He remembered the talk they had in one lifetime where Jeongguk told him how fun It would be to see the older work in a hospital. Taehyung was assigned to the Brain Trauma wing of the hospital. Taehyung works with Doctor Kim, who refers to as Seokjin when they are not dressed in operating gowns, and their uniforms and only a table full of kimchi, ramyeon and soju separates them and
not an operating table, battling for the life of an individual wishing to live comfortable for an extended period of time.
He has been asked to do the rounds before Doctor Kim comes for his operation that evening and the hospital has been relatively quiet and peaceful at this time of the year, compared to last month of every year where more accidents happen and the hospital tends to be busy. He comes back to the nurse station just in time
Doctor Kim was getting his coat on him and checking up on some files with the nurse stationed at the desk.
Taehyung believes he has already covered three rounds for other nurses in favor of assisting other Doctors. The hospital does not suffer from staff shortage, but Taehyung believes they need more hand or some nurses and other staff in the hospital should learn how to do their own job despite the circumstance.
“Taehyung, how is Ms. Moon doing?” Seokjin asks, going over the papers brought out for him.
“They should be fine and be good enough to not be cranky at everyone. They keep changing nurses to help them. Remind me to never let myself be called to the VIP ward.” He rants, scratching the back of his head involuntarily.
“Yeah, not the only one who complained. I’ll request for you to be assigned to this wing soon.” Seokjin laughs quietly.
The alarms from the emergency room and Taehyung’s beeper simultaneously alarmed him and Doctor Kim of a patient immediately in need of assistance coming in to the emergency room. The two runs without further ado, some nurses working for the trauma wing already getting a hold of the record of the said patient who Taehyung can see was bathed in his own blood and he wonders just how harsh the accident have been.
“His heart rate is not stable. The witnesses said he fell unconscious after his opponent landed a few harsh hits on his head.” One nurse informs, passing off the information gathered by the ambulance team who responded to the patient. Doctor Kim worked fast as he suggested for a fast x-ray and a CT scan for the patient.
“Get the operating room ready real fast I need to get to his brain immediately.” Doctor Kim chides, talking fast, trying to one up the fact that he might not be able to save the patient from the internal bleeding that is currently invading the young man. Taehyung quickly does as he was told, contacting the radiology and
department to inform them of a patient in need of immediate assistance.
Taehyung could not clearly see the young man’s face, thanks to the harsh beating he took and a mouth guard recovered from him that Taehyung assumes that he is some sort of a professional fighter. Taehyung feels an uneasy fit in his stomach that he attempts to attribute to seeing another poor soul fight for his life unconsciously.
One nurse was gently but hurriedly, cleaning off the blood from the patient’s face, that almost dried as the time passed, as Doctor Kim gets a good look on the vitals of the patient. Right now he makes out a jet black color of hair matted with blood that ran down from a laceration.
Taehyung continues to aid Dr. Kim, informing him of the other specialists awaiting the patient and the operating room. Taehyung scrubs in to assist in the bloody and dragging operation of the patient. He assumes the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach and the patient lying helplessly that everything will be okay in the end. Things will be alright.
Things could not surpass the word ‘alright’ or any word that gives someone the comfort and assurance of a positive outcome. Things after the operation did not go quite well for the patient. The whole process was a success to some extent. The patient is alive.
But the patient is brain dead.
Dr. Kim blames himself for not being fast enough to get to his brain. The doctor takes off the scrub adorning him as he made his way out of the operating room, about to inform the people waiting for the fate of the patient with a heavy heart. Taehyung pushes down the lump in his throat and the tears that was threatening to spill out of the corner of his eyes as he assists the recovery team with the patient.
He did another rounds for the midnight shift, forcing himself to take his mind off a certain private room that seems to have it out for him, calling him and urging him to just drop everything and go there. His rounds ended with a final stop at the station, greeted by another nurse working the night shift.
“Taehyung, you’re way past over your shift already.” Nurse Kang, a close friend who he worked with for a year now, grabs him out of his internal monologue, ever so gently with her gentle voice.
“I just have another patient I need to check. Pass me the records for the patient in room 507?” He gives a tight lip smile, receiving the records for the brain dead patient from the afternoon. He turns the corner and locates the private room, knocks and enters to see an unmoving patient from the center of the room, multiple wires holding on to keep him as stable as they can get him.
He stands on the right side of the hospital bed, watches the rise of the chest of the patient before checking his vitals. He makes sure to keep them in mind and a mental note to keep an eye on the patient. He checks on the bandages that were also wrapped on the poor man’s ribs, having his fractured from an aggressive attack from his opponent.
Taehyung releases a heavy sigh that would be deemed as out of stress or annoyance if this patient would just be awake at this moment and not be in the waiting room for dead people, technically, with his current state.
“Jungkookie, was it a good fight?” He whispers, as if speaking loud would suddenly wake the patient up and startle him. If only.
“Did you last for how many rounds?” He adds. “I’m working in a hospital now. Did you plan for me to work in a hospital just so I can help stitch your ass back and see your brain? Sounds just like you.” He looks down on the Jungkook’s limp hand from his side and holds it gently, without lifting it up. Just gently caressing the back of his hands.
“I’m not going to fool myself and think that you will move your fingers while I’m here and suddenly be awake. I’m sure you know your chance of being alive after your operation is 70/30. I’m happy you were sent to this hospital. I can’t stay too long here. I’ll be back for you in the morning.” He stands up, wiping the tears that made their way past his lids, tucking Jungkook better under the blankets, making sure all is well, as they can be.
The next morning greets Taehyung with a sun high in the sky and the darkness of the night in his heart. He cried. He cried, called Jimin for an emergency, who understood and rushed home from his work at the local boulangerie downtown that he owns with Yoongi. He cried, wrapped inside Jimin’s arms that cannot seem to guard him from the pain.
Because he can’t. Especially if the pain comes from the inside.
He doesn’t get better. But at some point he got stable enough to tell Jimin a part of the whole story, at least from this lifetime alone, but he briefly explains things from the last and the other ones. The ones where they met at a better circumstance and ones kind of similar to this one. He had Jimin call off work for him, and tell his Seokjin hyung to talk to him some time after today. Jimin does not understand the whole thing. But he tells Taehyung he knows. Just from the tears that escaped him, leaving him, trailing behind the man who caused them to fall.
That night he assures Jimin that he can be left alone, who put up a gentle argument with Yoongi siding with him. The two won, insisting that they at least wait for him to be asleep and deep into it enough to not be awake in the middle of the night, breaking down and alone.
He does wake up at some point near four in the morning, the journal he kept for Jungkook lay atop of the comforter covering his thighs, pen in hand.
Mood: [unknown]
My Jungkook,
Can I call you that in this lifetime? It seems like I failed to do so. In the thirty-two hours that I have met you. Can I claim you? I would like to believe so. We promised we always have each other. Always for each other. Even if the universe won’t allow us. I’m yours.
I visited you in your room and told you that I’ll see you in the morning. I guess it’s too painful to hold on and wait for me. I understand. I have many questions for the two of us. Do you think if I became a doctor instead I would have saved you? In my defense, the last time you did not specify if you wanted me to be a doctor or a nurse. You should have been more specific. I could have been a security guard at some point.
I’m trying to convince myself that it’s okay. We can’t be happy in all lifetimes. I believe I’ll meet you in another life anyway. Like we always do.
See you soon,
Taehyung
kensaku.
There have been times wherein the universe is on their side. But having sides does not provide luck for the two. Jeongguk and Taehyung remembered the lifetime wherein technically, they did not see each other. Jeongguk claims they did, though. Up to this day, Taehyung still gets livid every time he was reminded of all his efforts. Jeongguk calms him down saying;
“Hyung, it shows how much you miss me and love me, isn’t that great?” Which earns Jeongguk a smack to the back of his head, quite painful. Taehyung does not appreciate working up a sweat in that lifetime.
Taehyung slams the journal on the counter top in favor of fetching himself a glass of milk from the fridge, letting the journal smack against the thick wooded material and the pen to bounce off the top and roll to the side. He downs half of the milk before settling down on the table, opening the journal to where he bookmarked it with the pen, although it was no help since he decided to slam it and let the pen loose its place between the sheets.
Mood: Bored, Livid, Impatient, Alone.
Jeongguk,
where the fuck are you? I haven’t seen even an inch of your hair or a gross particle that came from the sole of your foot in this lifetime. It has been twenty-three years. Twenty-three years of waiting for you. My family in this lifetime were nice people. I remembered you and our promise to each other when I was ten years old. The next year, I said it was okay, it has only been ten years, you were probably just eight years old at that time. But now I assumed you were twenty-one, you can now walk and find me if you wish. Sometimes the thought that you got tired of looking for me in the lifetimes we can remember each other and waiting for me in the lifetimes we can’t.
I’ll wait for you in all lifetimes and love you in all of them,
Taehyung
RE: Mood: Bored, Livid, Impatient, Alone.
I’m {THIS} close to putting up a sign just to find you. I think it will go like this:
Lost other half: JEON JEONGGUK
Return to: KIM TAEHYUNG
REWARD: negotiable
Jimin said he’d help me design the posters and he’d even use your favorite color for it. I told him about you already since you annoy me I might combust if I keep them all to myself. He even said he’d have Namjoon hyung beat you up when you finally show up. After introductions, of course. At least get on first name basis.
fucking tired of your shit,
Taehyung
“Is that your fourth journal? That’s tragic, Taehyung” Yoongi extends his neck from where he’s on the sofa, to Taehyung’s place on the floor, in favor of using the table to write on, beside Yoongi’s disgusting feet propped up on it (Taehyung’s words).
“These journals only got eighty sheets per pad.” He bites back, slapping Yoongi’s toes away from the edge of the journal.
“That’s three hundred and counting notes for Jungkook. Calm the fuck down.” Yoongi explains, almost pouting.
“Shut up math daddy.” Taehyung grumbles and closes the journal, making sure to make it look like he’s done with writing and Yoongi’s bullshit.
“Taehyungie, I’ve come bearing gifts for your majesty, great king, ruler of Armageddon, Lord Farquaad, Daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazon, The God K-“ Jimin opens the unlocked door to the house, with his infamous line that they have had arguments over before because,
“They came from different scripts. You cannot be Lord Farquaad and recite Wonder Woman at the same time, Jimin.” That day Jimin shrieked out a loud “I do what I fucking want.” That made the neighbor check up on them, with Jimin screaming bloody murder.
A Vietnamese take out, a round of beer cans later, the four people in the apartment, with Namjoon arriving hours later with crumpled shirt and a stain Taehyung did not want to know much about, Jimin was able to do a rough photoshop of a wanted poster for Taehyung’s soulmate minus a picture that would really help them identify the man.
Jimin rant on and on about how Taehyung is really being selfish with not giving a photo of the certain man they were looking for. “I’m just saying, honestly, the odds of sixty Jeon Jeongguk can show up at this door once we post this outside. None of them would be your soulmate because his bitch ass of other half claims that no photo is in his possession.” He explains, complete with gestures and booming voice.
“He would not appreciate having his face plastered all over the city like that. I know him.” He explains exasperatedly. “Plus, you wouldn’t get the photos we kept both in soft and printed ones and our polaroid print outs are nudes. Not exactly appropriate to be plastered around the state.” He adds, fishing off the last pieces of fish crackers from the paper bag. Yoongi makes a face that screams disgust and Namjoon gives a knowing look and Jimin throws the tablet pen, almost missing his forehead.
“I thought I was going to fucking die as an old man, Jeongguk, that alone was terrible. But none of it would top the fucking stress you gave me looking for you.” Taehyung grumbles. Hoseok watches from his seat the banter between the two. He was pretty sure they had it before, already.
The movie they were watching was still playing, but the volume was being turned down little by little until it was borderline on mute, save for the occasional bass that hits the walls. They were having an unplanned movie night, since Jeongguk just got back from a work teambuilding for the weekend and everyone in the group chat got the word that Taehyung and Jin were having a planned stay in.
Jin was currently in the kitchen with Hoseok, preparing for another round of bottles of soju for everyone and the cup noodles left in the apartment.
The argument, one they have had before, started when Jeongguk started poking on Taehyung and played the ‘remember’ card. The others have been informed on what goes on between the two, including the whole context which they were having an argument over at the moment. The argument escalated when Jeongguk became specific and took jabs at Taehyung. In his defense, his flirting mechanism with his boyfriend was quite different than what usual couples do.
No, he was borderline bringing up a past that annoys the fuck out of Taehyung. Jeongguk knows it gets him frustrated and admittedly embarrassed (although Taehyung would not admit that). Now the two were still pressed up against each other, bickering with the occasional smacks and light slaps for each other.
“It’s not my fault I was fucking reincarnated as a dog, hyung. And don’t think I have forgiven you for naming me Yeontan.” Jeongguk huffs.
“Yeontan is cute, mind you.”
“Do I look like someone who deserved to be named Yeontan?”
“As if Gureum was a good ass name, Jeongguk, really, good job!” And wow, Taehyung really has it out for Jeongguk’s dog back in 2003.
“Gureum suits my fucking dog.”
“I called you Yeontan because Yeontan was brown and you look like fucking shit.” Taehyung slaps him with a pillow before standing up to barge into the kitchen where Hoseok took refuge in, away from the couple and into Seokjin’s comfort.
“Whatever, you just admitted your dog looks like shit but with fur.” Jeongguk speaks, pouting, making his words almost a murmur to himself.
“That dog was you, asshole.” Taehyung shouts from the kitchen, having heard Jeongguk.
Jeongguk whips his head towards the kitchen, muting the movie once and for all to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend’s ranting to the people who escaped the chaotic living room in hopes of not hearing the infamous story for the tenth time.
That night, trapped between the walls of their bedroom, Jeongguk coaxes Taehyung, begging for forgiveness that Taehyung refuses to give just yet. He was basking in the love and affection Jeongguk was giving him just for the older to give him attention. He already used different tricks. He made promises and he also resorted to using other stories from the past.
“Hyung, hyung.” He taps the older, who refused to face him in his sleep, opting to sleep on his other side that Jeongguk knows be uncomfortable enough and Taehyung would wake up with a sore right side.
“I’m sleeping.” Taehyung’s reply was short.
“No you’re not. Listen, for what it’s worth, we still met.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jeongguk.”
“The thing is you looked for me. I love you.” He kissed the older on the cheeks, since the older refused to turn. He thinks staying up all night and beg for forgiveness while the older is already in deep sleep would do him no good. Staying up won’t grant him immediate forgiveness.
Taehyung was being really ruthless, in Jeongguk’s opinion. It was when he was on the brink of falling asleep, his mind already hazy and body heavy, he hears his Taehyung speak.
“Fucking brat, I love you.” Taehyung huffs, before shifting to lay on his stomach, head turned towards Jeongguk.
[end]
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TITLE: this love (left a permanent mark)
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 3,249
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing,
Disclaimer: Title from This Love - T. Swift. This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
Summary: “Hyung, you are the best.” Jeongguk starts off again, grin not falling off his face as the crowd chuckles once again. “Once you told me, your eyes are always on me. And you did, you took care of me. Because you are that kind of person. You put me before you. All the time. Which is why you are the best. To be honest, I would not even put me before me.”
“Taehyung, hyung. We have been friends for a long time that while I was memorizing this, I had to do a simple mathematics to know how many years I’ve called you hyung.” Jeongguk starts off, clearing his throat. “I have known you for 17 years. Not once did you ever let me go.” He looks at Taehyung who was already looking at him, eyes glossy.
“I think reenacting scenes together when we were young became the foundation of us, our relationship.” He laughs, and the crowd follows.
Jungkook and Taehyung loves recreating memories.
Jungkook and Taehyung loves reenacting scenes together.
Jungkook would always be there to catch Taehyung’s sudden monologues to counter with his own until all that’s engulfing the surrounding was the exchange between the two and the acts they created together, right there on the spot.
Jungkook was there when Taehyung was so into the movie they watched last night that all Taehyung gushed about was the scenes that bugged his mind all night, which is why he was unable to fall asleep because Jungkook, do you think if the Prime Minister tried to play it dirty like they planned to he wouldn’t need to do that hideous act? And Jeongguk -- he would always reply. Always ready to counter Taehyung’s claims, to voice out his thoughts.
Jungkook was there when Taehyung wanted to reenact one scene from an anime they watched together.
“Here, I looked up the manuscript.” Taehyung tapped his on his shoulder with his phone displaying the said manuscript he found on the internet. It obviously was a bad manuscript that it looks like a scanned copy, complete with the font and the slightly smudgy lettering.
“Hyung, that was ugly. Namjoon hyung, tell him the anime was stupid.” Jungkook replied, shaking his shoulder where Taehyung’s hand was resting to shrug off his hyung.
“It’s not really stupid, you see. Just unconventional. Also the ending was rushed.” Namjoon replied.
“Thank you, hyung.”
“I said read.” Taehyung nudged again, this time scooting closer to Jungkook.
And who was Jungkook to deny him?
An hour later, they have been laughing their ass off on the manuscript that they soon found out was lacking some pages. Along their sudden script reading session in the middle of Jungkook’s bedroom Taehyung was convinced that the script was really rushed and some decisions made for the characters were unconventional.
The tradition continued. Impromptu movie nights with illegally downloaded movies for the ones they could not find on netflix were a tradition. Reenacting memes also became a thing. If the two started reciting the opening for The Bee Movie script, the rest of their group decided not to ask.
“What should I tell him?” Hoseok asks to the people present in his apartment -- which is really just their group of friends composed of seven men.
“The Bee Movie script.” Taehyung raised his hand while speaking as if he was called to recite in a classroom, a mannerism he developed. Jungkook removes his gaze from his phone to offer a hand to Taehyung, posed as if to ask for a high five.
“Shut the fuck up.” Hoseok exclaims, exasperated.
“According to all known laws of aviation,-” Taehyung started, mimicking the voice of the narrator from the movie.
“There is no way a bee could fly.” Jungkook trails off, his voice somewhat a little to exaggerated.
Namjoon and Yoongi remained unmoving, used to the two. It was not the first time the two planned to recite the transcript they memorized overtime, although they believe it wouldn’t hurt if they could stop the two before they get to the part about the bees going to school.
If you ask Taehyung, their favorite acting shenanigan would be the romcom ones, and so did Jungkook. The Notebook? Jungkook was there to carry Taehyung. Jungkook would be the one to initiate their usual skits even in the middle of the rain and there is only one umbrella to barely fit two people -- Jungkook would grab the umbrella from Taehyung’s hold, despite the latter’s grumbling of being a bit taller than the younger and thus, he should be the one to hold the umbrella for the two of them. Jungkook would halt their steps on the sidewalk after making sure their little skit would not affect anyone but them, and put his arms around Taehyung and with his other hand on the umbrella, he would slowly tilt it upwards, as if reenacting a slow motion from the series.
On better days when the two would be able to free up their schedules, they would uphold their reputation at the karaoke hub minutes away from the younger’s apartment. The two would do musicals, if they feel like it.
“Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothing else to compare.” Jungkook exaggerates his action, projecting them to Taehyung.
“The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak.” Taehyung digs the next line and more. Jungkook dances around, moving in sways, picking up his drink and taking a sip, letting Taehyung’s voice fill the room they occupied, watching him from behind.
“There are no words left to speak, but if you feel like I feel, please let me know that is real.” Taehyung sings, completely unaware of the man watching him. “You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off you.” The interlude overpowers the surrounding as Taehyung continues to dance along with the instrumental.
Taehyung remains completely unaware of the man who found comfort in the walls he was leaning on, arms crossed in front of him as Taehyung continues to sway from left to right, his body has memorized the rhythm of the song already.
“Jungkook, sing the next part.” Taehyung calls out to him, his hand motioning for him to come closer.
“Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray.” Jungkook starts off, using Taehyung’s microphone instead of his own, going back to his previous overly-exaggerated motions to the older. “Now that I’ve found you, stay.”
The two greets the first two hours of the dawn at the hub, exchanging moments to sing solos or duets. If Jungkook sings his heart out about one-sided love and if he stares too long at Taehyung during those songs, he thinks the older chose not to speak of it.
“Oh, actually, everyone. I have a video of Taehyung singing Gabriella’s part with Gabriella’s voice and Troy’s part in High School Musical.” He grins and Taehyung laughs, throwing his head back, mouthing at Jeongguk to not show his video.
“Don’t you dare, sir.” Taehyung speaks and the crowd laughs once again.
“Since this is a special day and because I was threatened. I guess the video will never see the light of the day.” Jeongguk jokes. “Moving on, Taehyung is such an adventurous person. Always meeting new people, always out there. And as someone who knows him personally I continued to watch him close. From a clear view, just watching over him do things.” He swallows.
However, just because Taehyung did not speak of those moments, doesn’t mean his other hyungs would not.
“Jungkook, this is not high school musical. Just because you sang songs about love with him doesn’t mean he will catch on right away.” Yoongi sips on his soda to shut himself up after his short rant.
“You all don’t get it-” Jungkook has probably said it the fourth time now.
“No, you don’t get it. Taehyung is oblivious.It wouldn’t hurt the two of you if you tell him directly.” Jimin reasoned out.
“Taehyung is not ugly-” Hoseok gulped to pause, but Jungkook cuts him off.
“Taehyung is very handsome, hyung.” He supplies.
“I was saying, he is not ugly. Which means, people would be attracted to him, people that are not you. Which also means people can get too close to him, people that are not you. You wouldn’t like to hear the other scenarios.” He continued.
Jimin eyed him from Hoseok’s side before looking down at the wraps they were munching on.
• - -
If you ask Jeongguk if there are scenes he would be afraid to act out or scenes he would not do with Taehyung, first he’d tell you he has two different answers for those questions. First, Jeongguk is not fond of reenacting scenes from serial killer movies. Certainly not if he was the serial killer. Second, Jeongguk will not do scenes with Taehyung that requires him to let go of Taehyung, in all aspects.
See Jeongguk’s journal for references and explanations with graphs.
They would often watch scenes from movies with sad endings. Above all things, they would make Jeongguk cry and Jeonguk has a reputation to keep and he would very much appreciate it if his tear ducts could hold his damn fucking tears for just one more minute. There are also times when Jeongguk would look away from the sad scenes and makes a mistake of looking at Taehyung and remember that by fact and by law, Taehyung is not his. Jungkook would like to think he would not need to let go of Taehyung’s hand. The thought makes him reach out to the older who was watching the movie silently.
“Hyung, say, we met right, but since one of us has short-term memory loss, one would always forget the other…” Jungkook starts off, fiddling with Taehyung’s pinky finger.
“We get to have many first meetings. And dates.” Taehyung giggles.
“Yes. But you would forget me.”
“Are you saying I’m Lucy?” Taehyung turns his head towards Jungkook.
“Not the point.” Jungkook laughs.
“I will never forget you.” Taehyung replies, his words hiding more emotions than what the phrase implies.
“Make sure of it.” Jungkook replies, letting go of Taehyung’s hand, afraid that he wouldn’t want to let go.
And not letting go is what he did. The two had been running around town on a spontaneous get away (around town).
+ + +
“We need to reschedule the karaoke, Gukkie. Gyeongwoo wanted me to come watch his play that Saturday.” Taehyung tells him as the older gently brushes the small towel to dry his hair and the younger munches on the biscuit on the bed.
Jungkook tries very hard to remember a movie with a character named Gyeongwoo. Or a play. He didn’t need to. “Sorry?” He asks.
“I have a date.” Taehyung rephrases.
And oh. This is the part where Jeongguk acts out on his own. A one man show. Scene one Act natural. Or act like you don’t care. Or act happy. He thinks. Perhaps this is one of those movies where he is trailing of on a one man show. A man hopelessly falling for his best friend, his supposed soulmate who was busy catching another man. Perhaps this is the part where he trails of his monologue about not needing happy endings, as long as the person he loves gets his own.
He hears the first story of an outsider during one stay over, when Taehyung suddenly tells him a name he could not quite put a face on. Gyeongwoo. Jungkook wishes he can catch on to Taehyung’s sudden antics of acting out movies and roles.
Jungkook thinks, as he watches the older’s form, dead asleep beside him, clutching tightly on the pillow that’s supposed to be Jungkook’s. This is it. This is where I admit to myself and the hyungs that I will be okay.
Jungkook learns as he watch Taehyung cancel more traditions with him and even with the group that being okay is different when you’re trying to be okay alone or with someone. He learns it’s different to be okay without Taehyung. And it’s hard.
+ + +
Jeongguk - 1
Gyeongwoo - 0
He was not keeping count. But then again, Gyeongwoo makes an honest mistake, the biggest one of his life.
It happened when he returns to his dorm room with his peached hair love of his life sat in front of his locked door, beside a plastic bag endowed with candies, sweets and probably sojus.
“LQ?” He asks, unsurprised. This would not be the first time Taehyung runs to him when he and his boyfriend (Jeongguk makes a prayer everytime he mentions that word) are in a lovers quarrel (who the fuck says quarell).
“The last.” Taehyung adds. “We broke up.” He remains on the floor, beside Jeongguk’s legs as the man in a loose plaid unlocks the door.
“Hyung did you get me cereal?” Jeongguk drops his bag on the table before rummaging to the plastic bag Taehyung brought over.
“You’re not my sugar baby.” Taehyung snorts as he starts going to the netflix app of the tv.
“I’m your baby.” Jeongguk replies and stops when he realized what he just said.
“I’m sure.” was Taehyung’s only reply.
Jeongguk did not mention the relationships they have had with other people in his speech. It was not necessary. Who would love to hear about a man’s relationship with someone else at your own wedding? No one.
“For everyone’s information, Taehyung and I made up scenarios during our university days. Completely for fun. Like platonic, maybe. We had these thoughts and found out we were thinking about the same things.” Jeongguk turns to the crowd, then returning his eyes to Taehyung. “It’s almost like a bucket list. We thought maybe, in the future, let me be the godfather of your child and you’ll be the godfather of my child. All that shit.” Everyone laughs again.
“And entrust my children to you? No, hyung. No offense.” Jeongguk jokes.
“I’m not bad.’ Taehyung reasons out.
“Are you saying letting the rice cooker toast our dinner is not bad?” Jeongguk challenges.
“Product defects are not my fault.” Taehyung replies.
“Whatever, I wouldn’t want my daughter to be like, face painted like mcdonalds when she returns to my home from a sleepover with your children.”
“Jeongguk, when we graduate. Let’s move in together. Then work and save money and let’s get married. I hope you got coins to get me salmon for our wedding. You know how much I love salmon.” Taehyung turns to him.
“Of course, hyung. And chocolate cake? I’m putting our budget all on the cake.”
“Also let’s invite Obama. Once a couple sent an invitation to the White House and Mrs. Obama sent her regards to them.”
“I was thinking of inviting Yoona, but sure.”
They laughed that night. Finished each other’s words. Laughed until it was three in the morning and Taehyung’s boyfriend at that time kept on calling on a phone that was off. They laughed when all Jeongguk wants to do is scream and cry.
“Hyung, you are the best.” Jeongguk starts off again, grin not falling off his face as the crowd chuckles once again. “Once you told me, your eyes are always on me. And you did, you took care of me. Because you are that kind of person. You put me before you. All the time. Which is why you are the best. To be honest, I would not even put me before me.” Jeongguk jokes, the last part of his speech was impromptu as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat and tried to keep his speech light and filled with happiness. As happiness is what Taehyung deserves.
And happiness is what Jeongguk gives Taehyung. He continues to watch Taehyung closely, as he always did. Even as Taehyung watches over him from afar. Taehyung watches over him and not the same way as Taehyung watches over Minji, a junior from the Botany Department. In Minji’s defense (against Jeongguk’s broken heart and loud thoughts) she was a person worth protecting. Minji deserved being watched over. Jeongguk things he would also watch over her and protect her if he was not so busy giving his all to Taehyung.
Jeongguk guessed the cancelled movie nights and plans during the Taehyung-Gyeongwoo era (as their group of friends dubbed it behind Taehyung) was a training for the Minji-Taehyung era. Only Jeongguk understood better now. He always did. Even if Yoongi didn’t and Jimin stopped trying to understand them both.
“Welcome to iHOP!” Jeongguk greets as he opens the door for Taehyung.
“Jeongguk, my sweet bro pal.” Taehyung greets, doing his peace sign with both hands before kicking off his shoes and plops on the floor (near the couch).
“My mom sent me cake and carbonara. It was my sister’s birthday, remember.” Jeongguk starts opening the fridge to reheat the food.
“Is it chocolate?”
“Always.”
“Thank you Lord.” and Taehyung stands up to grab a fork from the kitchen and digs into the cake.
“Did you know that Minji hates carbonara? She prefers red sauce.” Taehyung shares, words muffled by the chiffon in his mouth.
“That’s sad.” Jeongguk replies.
“It’s cute.” Taehyung corrects. Taehyung finds everything about Minji cute and he thinks it’s necessary to share them to Jeongguk. Jeongguk takes them and receives them like a good ass best friend.
“Martyr.” Yoongi sadly replies as as they congregate in the table at the far left of the fast food.
“Saint Jeongguk pray for us.” Jimin adds.
“Shut up.” He replies as Namjoon sets down their food on the table, eyes on the pasta.
“Minji loves red sauce with pasta.” He absent-mindedly shares. “Taehyung said Minji loved caramel syrup with rice crisps for the sundae.” He said as he looked at the Oreo Matcha Jin was eating.
“I told you you should have had your great grand mother curse Taehyung with a love potion for him and Jeongguk.” Namjoon whispers to Yoongi as they looked at Jeongguk separate his pickles from his burger.
Taehyung had Minji for almost a year. So Jeongguk thought he could have the cute architecture major from one of his class who gave him his number.
Jeongguk and Minwoo didn’t last. Taehyung was the first to know and the first at his door with soju and chips and chocolate cake.
“Does Minji know about this?” Jeongguk asks as they enter the dorm.
“That I have a secret boyfriend I go to?” Taehyung jokes and Jeongguk just wants to fucking die.
“Asshole. I feel so honored that you cancelled plans with your girlfriend to be with me. Thank you to the management, my family, and to everyone who worked hard.” Jeongguk makes a speech, bowing once before hitting Taehyung with his bag pack.
“Whatever, now, tell me why that fuckface cheated on you.”
Jeonguk spends the evening wrapped in Taehyung’s arms, although he doesn’t know if he was crying because he caught Minwoo hitting off on another boy in another class or is it because Taehyung left his dorm that night to wrap his arms around someone else.
“This speech is getting longer. I had to squeeze a 17 year long timeline in like ten minutes probably.” Jeongguk looks at his watch for effect. “Basically, to wrap this up so everyone can continue on with the ceremony and the celebration and the booze, thank you Taehyung.” He looks at Taehyung once.
“After this, I know you will only continue to look after me, just as I will continue to look after you. I will always follow you, and stand behind you. As we continue to take on another chapter in our life, just know I will always be with you. I love you hyung.” He looks at Taehyung for the second time.
“Everyone, let’s give it up to our newly wedded couple. Congratulations Kim Taehyung and Kim Minji.” Jeongguk looks at Taehyung for the last time.
[end}
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TITLE: like waves in my heart, thoughts of you come to me
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4,728
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing
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Summary: Artist Jeon Jeongguk gets an extended period of rest and the internet is suddenly discussing how he managed to hide the fact that he has a family.
Hello, this is Ganghan Entertainment.
This is to announce that Jeon Jeongguk will be having his official period of rest after five years of active work as a singer-songwriter and actor. During this period, we ask you to respect the privacy of the artist and allow him to destress, recharge and spend the allotted period of time to address his personal desires and concerns. Our artist would also like to ask for your unending support as usual for when he returns to his official schedule and for consideration should you encounter him during his time off.
This rest period shall last until further notice of official public schedule of Jeon Jeongguk and should allow him to return to you recharged in order to allow him to give back all the love and support he received since debut.
Thank you
[NAVER] Ganghan Entertainment announces extended break for Jeon Jeongguk.
[PANN] Jeon Jeongguk on official period of rest. Ganghan Ent. denies rumor of retirement.
[K-N] Jeon Jeongguk taking a break from performing and filming. See list of dramas to binge during his break.
[ALL KPOP] Jeon Jeongguk wraps up filming for ‘Yanghwa Saram’ in time for personal rest period.
[+191, -19] Kyaaa t-t oppa deserves it. He works hard.
[+48, - 90] What break? What am i gonna do then?? Really…
[+432, -64] Everyone… you all should know that idols/actors are also humans. They deserve to rest too. Jungkookie we will wait !!! keke fighting-ga
[+329, -199] Gosh these people heung… Go outside instead of overworking JK.
“My phone will be on do not disturb. Gonna be ruthless for a month and a half, hyung.” Jeongguk says into the speaker of his phone.
“Yes, I know. I will try not to contact you that much you know, I need this break too. “ His manager Hongsoo huffs from the other line, making Jungkook chuckle.
“I know, you guys rest also. I hope I won’t need to see you for almost two months. I’m sick of Hobi-hyung’s face already.” Jeongguk jokes.
“Yeah I know. Now go back to your daughter. I can hear her from the other side of the door. Bye googoo.” Without much ado, they end the call.
True to his words, the child on the other side of the door has been knocking non-stop for almost ten minutes now.
“daddy, come out…”
or after a second of silence because honestly, give the baby some stamps at the back of her hands for trying to wait for a response from her pre-occupied dad, “ daddy, dinner time!! Come !!.” . Hyeon-goo has been whining as her dad-baby time was interrupted.
The actor jokingly knocks on the door before it was roughly banged by his daughter’s tiny fist from the other side of the door, and he deemed it safe to open it as not to anger the tiny human further. Picking Hyeon-goo up, they make their way to the play area where she managed to open the secured pen to keep her safe. He guesses they needed to either get a /taller/ one, or secure the lock. Or to outsmart their daughter.
Although Jeongguk has already officially started his break, his husband, however, was still out and about to finish his work just before dinner time. Taehyung also managed to get a break, which is why he has been rushing to meet with people to finish that part of the job where he had to leave the house and Hyeon-goo, so that he will also be able to rest and do some work, if necessary, at home.
“Let’s call daddy? You want to call dad, baby?” Jeongguk asks the almost- six-years-old who has been trying to unlock his phone, sitting idly on his lap.
“Call daddy, please.” And honestly who is he to even think about not doing just that.
“I’m already here.” Taehyung answers the phone on the fourth ring.
“No you’re not I do not see you in this house, sir.” Jeongguk replies jokingly, wherein at the same time Hyeon-goo pipes up when she heard the voice of her dad, “Daddy! Please come home.” She chirps, wanting to boss her daddy around and make him knock on the door this instant, while also looking cute pouting at the phone and bouncing with every word she uttered.
“Hi baby! Daddy is almost home, wait for me googoo.”
“Are you asking me to wait, Tae?” Jeongguk answers instead and Hyeon-goo craned her neck to look to her dad behind her, following the sound of his voice.
“I’m talking to little googoo but you can wait for me too, baby I’m finished already.” Tae laughs heartily, shuffling her in the background.
“Okay babe. I already cooked rice since you said you will be preparing the soup and some rice cakes but if you’re tired already I can do another dish instead since my soup is not as good as yours.”
“No it’s okay I just left the grocery store since the celery we had in the fridge looks gross already. Also did you know that the sunblock I was using was out of stock because they pulled out the stocks for product design changes? I looked for it for fifteen minutes!” Taehyung ranted and Jeongguk notes to remind him to check again in their next run to the stores.
“The celery has been there for a long time already. Did you just get on the bus? I heard some bus sounds thing.” Jeongguk replies, his attention both on his husband on the phone and his daughter being busy with the youtube feature of their smart tv.
“Yeah I’ve actually been in the bus for some time now. I’m home in twenty minutes tops.” Taehyung replies, voice hushed and Jeongguk has just noticed in decrease lightly caused by the change in surroundings.
When Taehyung gets home, Hyeon-goo has already fallen asleep, her head propped on Jeongguk’s thighs on the soft floor mattress they lay out in the living room for times like this, and he quietly pads around to softly and quietly greet his daughter as not to wake her and to appease his babysitting husband who was watching the muted drama airing on Thursday night.
“Good thing I won’t be going out in broad daylight starting tomorrow. The sunscreen fiasco stressed me out.” Taehyung sighs, sitting beside his husband on the fluffy cushion, their backs to the sofa.
“I know you got something else in the meantime. Another brand.”
“I did. But that’s not the point.”
“My sunscreen loving baby. I missed you.” Jeongguk pulls Taehyung closer by the neck and softly kisses his temple. His desire to plant more kisses was halted by the reminder that he has his daughter currently sleeping on him and he makes it a mission to move her to another comfortable position on the mattress. Once successful, he returns to a chuckling Taehyung ready to receive the love Jeongguk has stored from the day they were separated.
Jeongguk and Taehyung, ever since Jeongguk was able to receive the news and confirm the official end of his shooting for his latest drama, has made it a point to take a proper rest and days off from their respective works and duties. They also needed the time to spend with their daughter who has been growing up real fast, the parents feel like they have to tie themselves down inside their house just to be able to be there with Hyeon-goo anytime of the day.
Jeongguk has been in and out of the country that lasts from weeks to almost a month. Drifting in and out for shoots set in an international location for the same drama he worked on for a god ten months. During his stay at some fancy hotel his management booked for him for the duration of his shoot, he has only managed to see his daughter wearing cute and fashionable costumes for her daycare activities in photos and videos sent by her father. The distance was hard for him and Taehyung, who also find it difficult to miss some days off to attend his daughter’s school activities and juggle his work with his tasks as a father to Hyeon-goo.
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Being with Jeongguk, in Taehyung’s opinion, is quite challenging. Not only is he dating an A-list actor, he is dating one that is Jeon Jeongguk and that alone, for Taehyung is a challenge.
Dating has always been a challenge for Taehyung and Jeongguk. After all, doing so with a biological child already and going out with a celebrity at that. He was putting everything on the line. The two has deemed it necessary to play it safe in the beginning. Meeting through a mutual friend, after all, Taehyung is a not-so-low-profile person. He is an author with books already out on shelves at the local book stores and a series currently in the works. Not to mention they might make a tv-series out of one of his works.
The two met at a birthday celebration of a mutual friend. One which Jeongguk met through his previous drama project and Taehyung’s close friend who helped him find experts to interview for one of his books. The two knew they would be friends despite of the circle both of them were used to. Several hangouts with other people turned into gatherings with less until it was only the both of them hanging out. The two often met in the privacy of their homes, which one would be more suitable for their schedules or often than not, depends on who would offer his humble abode, claiming that “it was your turn last time, remember? We were at your place. I will cook for today, end of.”
Jeongguk was a private person, despite being an A-lister. Although always in the headlines and discussion boards, Jeongguk has kept his close personal friends in private and away from the public and only letting bits and pieces about him known during interviews. Hence, no one knew of his real relationship with Taehyung.
Photos have resurfaced of the two hanging out in public. They are also both smart enough to only hang out with just the two of the once or twice in public, a space visible between them as tabloids and the internet speak of Jeongguk’s whereabouts as a public figure. Maybe it also helped that Taehyung is also a public figure and the people has only been speaking of a possible series that involves the nation’s sought after actor and a best-selling author of the present times.
[ARTICLE] Actor Jeon Jeongguk spotted with Best-selling author of the book ‘Pung-gyeong: Shadow’ dined with friends.
Koreaboo : Netizens are buzzing with a possible new drama involving Actor Jeon Jeongguk. Said drama might just involve the works of 2018’s Best-selling Author Kim Taehyung, who was also last seen meeting with award-winning director of several dramas (see article ‘Rising Author Kim Taehyung seen with ‘Tokyo’ Director Han Hwon-ra.)
Pictures have resurfaced of the friendly and laid back dinner of the bunch in the area of Bongeunsa-ro Gangnam-gu. The managing supervisor of the seafood restaurant Kkotji was able to confirm the attendance of the prominent names in the industry and assures everyone the warm and kind attitudes of or favorite actor and author. See also below the photo that the manager shared, showing what indeed is a short but lovely message and autograph Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung left at the restaurant, proudly framed and cherished in the establishment. The manager has also talked about the influx of reservations and inquiries amidst the public outing of the bunch.
See more: Jeon Jeongguk on the cover of Vogue Korea + Tour inside his newly-renovated studio.
Krm3949 wrote: New drama? Isn’t he working a little too hard?
Moko_ wrote: Don’t work too hard. Rest well! Jeongguk and Taehyung fighting!
Ssiiso11: We all know what happens when they turn books into movies… But I trust Kim Taehyung and the Director-nim. Good luck to everyone then
Wingjeu_949: You all… It is not even confirmed yet… You all seem to forget that they are also friends so this could only be a friendly outing…
The two were not always private about their friendship. But they were subtle, as subtle as they need and get, about their real relationship. They were able to post photos here and there, a few words when asked about each other, considering friendship between celebrities are always considered a big deal when you are…. Well… celebrities.
Fans of the two have always thought that their friendship was pure and youthful. Both men in their almost-late-twenties. (They are 28 and 29 years old, but Taehyung is not very fond of disclosing that information that much thank you.).
“It must be nice being friends with Kim Taehyung!” Taehyung mimics the voice of the MC as he reads the printed copy of the interview of the latter that was done last month in line with his photoshoot. Jeongguk would like to disclose that the voice Taehyung was using as we speak is definitely not the same as the voice of the interviewer.
“Ah yes, hyungnim has been such a good long-time friend of mine. Although our lines of work are different and far from each other really, we try to help each other a lot. Hyung helps me a lot more than I do for him, really.” Taehyung then mimics Jungkook’s voice (again, not what he sounded like when he answered that. Jungkook easily pokes the older’s tummy as they lay down on the sofa, the older’s head on his lap, arms holding up the magazine to his face, offering his abdomen open for Jeongguk’s attacks.
“Stop it, you don’t even know if it was a written interview.” Jungkook huffs.
“It was not. You don’t have the energy to write long answers like this.” Taehyung knows him well.
“Yes it is. Maybe I was not the one typing then.”
“You hired a transcriber? Such a celebrity. Can I hire them instead?”
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Taehyung and Jeongguk met when Taehyung was in the middle of divorcing his now ex-wife Choi Hyeong-wa. Jeongguk learned of Taehyung’s personal struggles after a few months of being friends, and when he found out, the divorce has already settled. He did not pry although he badly wants to. After all, he’s a friend of Taehyung before anything else. He offered support to Taehyung and anything that he asks without being a hindrance to the other’s daily errands and packed schedule.
Jeongguk never met Hyeong-wa, but based on Taehyung’s stories she was not a bad person.
“Isn’t the divorce extreme, though?” Jeongguk asked over a cup of tea and soft pastries in his home where he invited Taehyung over.
“We were already off for a few months now. We just figured out we stop trying to force ourselves together just because we have Hyeon-goo. It’s not fair to us and to the child, you know? I do not want her asking me one day if you love someone for the sake of other people and not for your own sake. I want her to find someone and be true to herself and that person. Am I making sense?” Taehyung explains in one go, looking at Jeongguk after he was done only to see the younger try to hold his cup with his teeth.
“I’m listening. Many senses, hyung.” Jeongguk quickly replies.
That night Taehyung goes home with a full stomach and a full heart. Jeongguk sends him off with a genuine kiss to his cheeks. One that could be interpreted as a friendly one or as a “I’ll wait for you.” one.
And did Jeongguk wait for him. The divorce took half a year, and the other half for the father and daughter to settle down in a house that is now only meant for two (and a half for Jeongguk who stays over some times). They did not automatically date right after the divorce. They were still the same as before, although if you ask from an outside point of view, they were more drawn to each other, almost as if they lost the barrier (read: marriage that involves Taehyung) between them. The touches were still subtle, but the glances were not. What is not subtle is the more frequent staying over one’s apartment. Sometimes Taehyung brings Hyeon-goo over to Jeongguk for the two’s play date. Articles have resurfaced and the photos of Taehyung waddling with Hyeon-goo around Jeongguk’s apartment area have surfaced the internet and people have been wondering who the child might be and her relationship with the author.
Hyeon-goo has already raided Jeongguk’s bedroom and apparently has fallen asleep on the navy blue sheets and soft comforter, cradling her ‘baby’ named Precious. The elderlies have retreated into the sofa, as it seems like the time is appropriate to bring out the bottles of beers and soju and some chips Jeongguk has in his cupboard.
“The baby is sleeping.” Taehyung sing-songs, plopping down beside Jeongguk where the two have settled to sit on the floor with their backs on the sofa.
“I’m not sleeping.” Jeongguk raises his head from where he has his eyes closed and looks at Taehyung.
“Are you the baby?” Taehyung asks, face contorting has he opens two bottles.
“Am I your baby?” Jeongguk retorts.
Taehyung doesn’t respond. He just hums and drops a soft kiss on Jeongguk’s high cheek bones where a dust of highlighter would look as pretty as him. The two cleans up before drifting the bedroom where Taehyung’s daughter has been resting for the past hour and insists that they transfer to the spare room so the other can rest before his schedule the next day.
The three ended up sprawled on the bed after a brief bickering on who will sleep where, Hyeon-goo peacefully asleep in between them, under one thick duvet protecting them from the cold.
Taehyung has always protected Hyeon-goo from the public as he was a public figure himself. His baby is cute and that is a fact. However, he has always refused to let the public know of his personal affairs including his recent divorce and his baby.
“Hyeon-goo, wakey wakey, mama is picking you up.” Taehyung tickles her baby in hopes to wake her up in a good mood.
“What time is she coming again?” Jeongguk asks as he prepares their breakfast and Taehyung settles the sleepy baby on her high chair.
“Two hours more don’t worry.”
Jeongguk has only met Hyeon-goo’s mother a handful of times and almost all of them consist of when she picks Goo up. However, today is the first time she rings the doorbell to Jeongguk’s home to pick the baby up for their bonding time per week.
“She kept on asking if we moved recently because I gave her a different address. Took a long time to convince her to just come. She asks too many questions.” Taehyung retells the encounter.
Hyeon-goo was over at her mom’s for 3 days and two nights, to which Taehyung and Jeongguk have carefully planned out their weekend date. The date includes a stay in, a laptop and their phones open to research on a possible family get away.
The couple plans for a mini vacation (the sole reason why Jeongguk asked for a break and so did Taehyung minus the grand announcement that was broadcasted on national television during the night time and day time news the following morning of the announcement), which includes Hyeon-goo so the two have been spending their first free afternoon together scrolling through numerous pages that can accommodate their little family.
(Jungkook’s heart does NOT clench when he calls them a little family.)
(Jungkook loves their little family)
“You think Hyeon-goo would not be scared of the large windmills, no?” Jungkook asks as he reads reviews of the tourist spot by the beach.
“I don’t think so. The wind must scare her, though. Let’s just let her run around the area where the wind is not too strong if there is.”
By the time they have retreated back and forth to get snacks (nobody mentions the lazy hands roaming around each other’s body), they have a flight booked for the three of them, a large hotel room, and a whole two weeks planned away in a foreign island with Hyeon-goo.
The next day, the two packs for their trip. Their plane leaves in four days and “I still don’t have a good ass sun block, Jeongguk. Sunblock. It’s important”, so the two makes a run to the nearby mall to do a quick shopping of things they would need. Jeongguk feels they have been spotted if the not so subtle phones slightly pointed at them are any indications but he pays no mind. He was not holding Taehyung’s hand when they are in public. The two have already had this practice of what they are once they step foot outside of their door.
Taehyung finally has his sunblock, and gets Jeongguk a new swim short without the other man’s knowledge. Goo also gets a new pair of cute swim wear and sun protector stuff for babies for when they run around on the beach.
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During one of Jeongguk’s filming at the States, Taehyung followed suit for a scheduled book signing in the same state.
The two attended their respective schedules and gets a week off for their own personal rest schedule during their work.
Taehyung comes back to Korea without Jeongguk being physically there to drag him through as the latter still has two more weeks of promotion for his new EP he put out.
Taehyung also comes back as a married man.
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[ARTICLE] KOREABOO: See photos of Jeon Jeongguk on vacation, holding a baby!
[ARTICLE] NAVER: Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung spotted during vacation with unnamed baby.
[ARTICLE] SOOMPI: In photos: Jeon Jeongguk on vacation; see what the Idol is up to overseas.
[+913, -130] What are these people doing? He clearly said vacation! His personal time and you are all out here taking photos of him and his friend and a baby(?). You all don’t know respect.
[+313, -1301] As we speak they are currently getting a hold of information during this trip. How reckless of the two adults to bring an innocent child into this.
[+3130, -942] Do not spread around the information going around the internet. Heartless people spreading the information of the child? If Jungkook and Taehyung chose to be silent about this it’s their choice, if they do release statements, it’s also their choice. Stop spreading information about their vacation.
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I ship them both! Just imagine their little family omg kkk
Jungkookie holding his first born with his husband on the beach is canon.
Delusional people, they clearly stated they are friends! Also leave the child out of this.
“Yeah, I’ve seen. No we’re okay, hyung. We’re being recognized but we’re safe.” Jeongguk speaks into his phone.
The little family has retreated to their hotel room with minimal assistance from hotel personnel as there have been journalists (“they’re paps, Tae.”) who have been trying to get a hold of the two (and the child).
“I’ll speak with Tae, our concern is Hyeonie. Thank you, hyung. Let me know, we’ll talk also.” He replies.
Taehyung had just bathed Hyeon-goo and is currently lurring her to get her afternoon nap after a short shower, which will be successful within five minutes of the two adults cease all noise and provide silence for the child.
The two had already sat on the sofa just outside the room where Hyeon-goo was sleeping peacefully, ready to speak on the issue. They had known before even stepping foot on the plane that this may happen. They just had to trust that people would actually respect but no.
“Worst case scenario, hyung said, is we release a statement.” Jeongguk explains.
“I’m fine with telling them about us, but I’m not sure about Hyeon-goo.” Taehyung sighs. “Although it’s already too late for that.” Taehyung recalls reading through the articles with Jeongguk on the information they have gathered (they knew Hyeonie’s name!!! What the fuck!!!).
That evening, the two have concluded to just order room service for dinner as they await for the statement being drafted from their agencies, waiting for the go signal from the two parties involved. They could not let this ruin their vacation. Although the two have been secretly reading through the internet’s reaction and theories on their own phones.
“Are you reading more, Jeonggukkie?” Taehyung teases.
“No? You are.” Jeongguk huffs, eyes not leaving the certain tweet he was reading.
How come we did not know that Jeongguk has a child and married? the tweet says (no Jeongguk does not stalk but) which have already garnered thousands of interactions and reactions. The certain tweet also attached the photos from vacation. One photo which has Jeongguk fondly carrying Hyeonie, and the other one has the little family playing with each other but what sends the people buzzing was the not so subtle closeness of Taehyung and Jeongguk and the fact that Jeongguk was nuzzling his nose to Taehyung’s ear and Hyeonie was caught mid-giggle.
Actor Jeon Jeongguk and Author Kim Taehyung are actually, in fact, married and has a daughter. Another win for the gays.
We all knew they were more than friends but the way this all played out… pretends to be shocked….
Jokes and memes aside can we all acknowledge the fact this is so brave of them? We support u taeguk <3
The discussion on the internet goes on as more people express the same thought: How the A-lister managed to hide the fact that he is in fact, married and has a child.
There have been tweets going around trying to put a stop on the spreading of the photos courtesy of some fans of the two, although it will be a little too late for that.
Jeongguk had been laying his whole body on the sofa and Taehyung plops down on his times, using them as a cushion as they continue to read through tweets and articles.
The next morning, the statement that will be released by Jeongguk’s agency have already been approved by Taehyung and Jeongguk themselves, and the two are also planning to release small additional comments on their own through their respective platforms, by the afternoon that the little family has returned on their little adventure and vacation (plan: bring Hyeon-goo to the amusement park), the statement has already been released in local time.
“Taehyung! Tae, wear this.” Jeongguk secures the unicorn headband on Taehyung’s head, matching the ones Hyeonie and he were wearing.
“We’re like the colorful horse, daddy!” Hyeon-goo exclaims, wiggling around the unicorn horn(?) on Taehyung’s headband.
“It’s unicorn, baby.” Taehyung corrects gently.
“Dada, let’s go, cotton candy, please?” Hyeonie turns to Jeongguk and the latter makes a big gesture as not being able to see the cotton candy stands a few steps from where they have been standing.
“Say I love you or no candy.” Taehyung teases the child.
“I love you.” Jeongguk says instead and after securing Hyeonie on one arm, grabs Taehyung’s waist with the other to pull him closer and kiss him.
“Love you too but no candy for you.” Taehyung replies, appeasing the older.
“Love you daddy.” Hyeonie grabs her daddy and also gives him a kiss, copying Jeongguk.
“Love you more baby.” He carries her, supporting her light weight on his arms.
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Hello, this is Jeon Jeongguk of Ganghan Entertainment.
In light of the recent events and the circulating issue which involves me and two important people in my life, we have decided to proudly announce that I am indeed married to Kim Taehyung, the love of my life. Together we have carefully built our family and protected our love together in order to give our daughter Kim Hyeon-goo a prosperous but private life.
With this and with respect to the previous statement released by my company, and in respect to Kim Taehyung and his party, we wish to ask you to respect our family and as we go on and live our private life. We also ask for your respect and understanding should you encounter us on the remaining days of our vacation as we create memories as a family.
We appreciate your never-ending support and we love you in all forms.
Thank you.
Guk, Tae & Goo.
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TITLE: In the blurry memories from the other side of my dreams
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,889
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing
Disclaimer: Title is from Lucid Dream - Monogram. This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
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Summary: Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, has a habit of cancelling plans. Plans that were predetermined by Taehyung’s dreams. In his defense, he was not aware that Taehyung has these kinds of dreams. Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, can prove that habits, in fact don’t die hard.
or the au where taehyung’s dreams become reality and jeongguk accidentally stops them from becoming a reality until one day he doesn’t that nobody honestly asked for
He remembers this. He learned the difference between deja vu and his dreams when he sees them, or dreams about them, rather. Taehyung would like to think it just happened and not some kind of accident where he hit his head and suddenly he happens to dream about things that eventually becomes real or some asteroid shit he stumbled upon when he was thirteen suddenly gave him his supposed talent. He noticed the pattern when his dreams become real, and he admits quite a handful cant be that pretty. He also learns how to use them to his advantage.
Like that one time he had a dream where his boyfriend in twelfth grade had dumped him. He had four days to prepare himself from the classic ‘it’s not working out’. Or that one time he saw Jimin getting into a compromising situation, prompting his best friend to be careful if he won’t let Taehyung stop him from going to that one club.
And this, he remembers. A dream he once had involves him performing in a theater, a full house at that. He remembers it being a musical. He also remembers the reason why he ended up as a performer is this. He also remembers the most memorable part of his dream - he was apparently romantically involved with the other lead actor who plays the role of the other half of his character.
However, this he does not remember. He does not get along with the said co-actor.
“He’s still salty not getting my role, hyung.” He grumbles for the second time when his Namjoon hyung insists the said co-actor was probably pining for him, because who the fuck goes behind your back and bad mouths about you to the director? Surely not someone who likes you, and your supposed other half as his dream told him. He feels quite betrayed that his dream did not tell him about the said asshole, or maybe he does not remember at all.
Taehyung eyes the milk he badly wants to have, weighing the pros and cons of having it the morning he needs to leave for the call time of his show that day and the consequence of being lactose intolerant before he runs up to his room to grab his bag. He reminds Namjoon of the tickets he reserved for them and that he put them inside his bag already because, hyung if you lose them I will strangle you with the curtains, and leaves his apartment.
Taehyung’s favorite part of being a theater performer is the adreline rush behind the curtains that just closed, signaling the end of the performance. It was a good mess, people congratulating each other, talks of the next performance, and the food. Taehyung was in the middle of texting his friends to wait for him in the lobby so they can all walk to dinner when Director Kang knocks on his dressing room, with people towing behind.
“Kim Taehyung, playing one of the main roles.” Said the director who introduced him to the three people standing near the couch inside his dressing room. One of them was also a director, one he recognizes from the plays he may have seen in the past, the stage manager for this very play he just performed in and -
“Jeon Jeongguk. He was supposed to play the role of Cunnings.” There was a hint of regret in Director Kang’s voice and oh, honestly.
“Really? Why didn’t you?” Taehyung asks just because, why the fuck?
“Minor accident. I insisted on pushing through with rehearsals but recovery will take up half of it.” Jeongguk explains, noticing the inner turmoils inside Taehyung’s head. “Congratulations by the way.” He offers to which Taehyung gratefully accepts with sincere appreciation.
This, Taehyung doesn’t remember. He feels betrayed by his dream because honestly, not informing me of this important information? Life threatening.
Taehyung finds himself explaining what took place in his dressing room to his friends because, Jimin, I could have saved him.
“What are you gonna do? Stop the car? Take the hit? Push him behind you?” Namjoon snorts, followed by a horrible rendition of his infamous line “Why did you do it?” from one of his plays before where he was stabbed and died.
The Performing Arts Theatre has a small community, they would see each other again. Just wait, soulmate.
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They had met sooner than they think. It was at the audition of the next major play for the First Quarter of next year. Going through heaps of aspiring actors aiming to earn a role for the major play.
Taehyung had a dream about this. Which is why he came prepared in the form of his best clothes he only wears for his dates. Namjoon thinks he is being a flirt and straightforward, to which Seokjin adds gayforward, Namjoon. Taehyung is gay as fuck. Taehyung thinks he is smart and Namjoon is a little bitch.
Which is why, Taehyung sits at the table with the profiles of the actors in front of him and Jeongguk to his right, in his all black glory. They have shared glances and notes in the first half of the auditions and Jeongguk even got him a water bottle that Taehyung contemplates bringing home with him, because you gotta save the environment and all that shit yadda yadda.
Taehyung had a dream about this. Jeongguk sitting across from him at the sizzling plate diner 2 blocks away from the theatre. Jeongguk talks about the newly-opened diner that was on its soft-opening that he wanted to try, and Taehyung doesn’t wonder why the other members of the panel were not invited because he honestly couldn’t care. Not when Jeongguk has been laughing at him as he blame Jeongguk for leaving him to work with an asshole.
“I met him also. Was a bit smug he got the role instead of me.” He chides.
“He sucks. I just hope he wouldn’t be in the first quarter productions.” Said Taehyung.
“You said you had a minor accident? That’s why you didn’t get to play my other half.” Taehyung bites his burger, still guilt-tripping his future man (he damn will be, Jimin. Watch me).
“I fell funny during dance practice. Therapy kind of took a long time and its compromising with rehearsals. I told them I could do it. Doctor said I’m annoying as fuck.” And maybe Jeongguk made up the last part just to see Taehyung laugh.
Taehyung can’t remember if he had a dream about this. But he doesn’t care. Not when they had to go back to the theatre to be in the second half of the auditions. Not when Jeongguk walked him to his car and got his number. Not when Jeongguk hugged him before he left. Not when he bursted through his apartment and hit Jimin’s back with the door knob and got hit by the slippers because sue him. He’s met the love of his life (My Dream, 2014), he’s happy. Contented--
Jeongguk also ignores the way he doesn’t feel guilty that his packed lunch soiled inside his bag just to get lunch with Taehyung. He also ignores the way Director Kang was looking when he said he had to be somewhere for lunch and had to quickly leave with Taehyung without them knowing. He also ignores the script he needed to memorize just to construct the first message to Taehyung.
“Taehyung what if he’s being nice. You work together.” Jimin says with a pout. The one where he’s honestly just trying to ruin Taehyung’s fun.
“My dreams said otherwise. She also said fuck you Jimin.”
“You knew each other for only a week.” Namjoon adds, breaking Taehyung’s train of thoughts where he had already planned their wedding, their honeymoon in Malta, their first two children named Taehan and Jungmin.
“He’s probably already taken or straight.”
“You’re paying for my fucking drinks tomorrow or I’m stealing your m&m’s stash” Taehyung makes sure of the threat with the force of the pillow he threw aimed at Jimin’s dick.
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“What’s your star sign, Tae?”
“Capricorn. Why?”
“I can trust you. Good to know.” Also good to know we’re compatible, Jeongguk adds.
“And you, Jeonniboy? You act like you’re an Earth sign.”
“Virgo.”
“Ah, kinky.” Taehyung inappropriately comments, making the two of them laugh in the middle of Burger King.
“I’d like to defy stereotypes for us virgos and prove we’re fun. Would you grant me the honor of having a drink with you this Thursday?” Jeongguk inquires, raising an eyebrow, getting too close for Taehyung’s health.
“Is that where you bring your dates?”
“Yeah I get them drunk and dump their bodies behind the bar. Don’t tell anyone.”
“You’re killing the person who’s willing to dispatch a dead body for you?” Taehyung tries his best to sound hurt.
“We’ll if you bring bleach I’ll reconsider.”
“Cut up the bodies and I’ll bring the plastic bag.” Taehyung sounds serious, earning a strange look from the table beside them.
Thursday morning comes too quick but Jeongguk doesn’t mind. He may have prayed for it to come quick but no one questions him aside from Yoongi, who has been judging him for being awake before ten in the morning.
His phone lights up with a message from Taehyung, saying ‘Mind if I bring friends? You can say no, I can tie them up and hide the keys.’ to which he replies with ‘as long as I still have your attention. And because I’m competitive, I’ll also come bearing gifts.’
Fast forward to the night they see each other, respective friends in tow, the group quickly falls deep into conversation. Taehyung sits in the outer part of the booth, with the excuse of having low control for peeing, and Jeongguk excuses himself to the bathroom and comes back to a different seat, now parallel to Taehyung. The two have been in a competition on who can stay sober the longest without having to stop drinking, and Taehyung never failed to give his attention to Jeongguk.
Their current game is a staring contest, where nobody won because Jimin just had to ask-
“do you want a separate table?” Really loudly, gathering the attention of everyone at the table, and snickering.
“Jimin, eat.” Taehyung warns, shoving a big chunk of bulgogi inside Jimin’s mouth, Hoseok laughing really loudly at him.
Jeongguk looks to his left where Yoongi sits, eyeing him that’s almost teasing.
“Hyung, also want one?” Jeongguk threatens, pulling a tight smile, as he picks up a rather bigger chunk of bulgogi.
The night ended with Jeongguk walking Taehyung, helping him pull a very drunk Jimin to his car.
“Designated driver?” Jeongguk asks as Jimin hit his head on the door and Taehyung nods. “Want me to drive you?”
“It’s fine I can manage. You need rest.” Taehyung shrugs, opening the door to his side.
“Text me when you get home.” Said Jeongguk, who later on adds, “please” earning a chuckle from Taehyung.
“You too, please.” And Taehyung would like to think he had a dream about this, of Jeongguk diminishing the space between them to place a kiss on his cheek, and he knows he did not imagine it when his body tilted back a little because of the force. He helpes Taehyung get inside, watching him drive away, before walking back to his own car where Yoongi had been waiting for him, threatening to leave with his car.
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Taehyung and Jeongguk have been locked up in the latter’s apartment since the latter had called Taehyung to come help him practice his lines, and Taehyung agreed, will always agree to Jeongguk’s wishes. They had been throwing lines back and forth, Taehyung looking down at the slightly tattered script while forcing Jeongguk to drop scripts.
“Hyung, do you want brownies?” Jeongguk suddenly asks.
“That’s not a part of the script.” Taehyung replies and Jeongguk throws the softest pillow. “You bake?” He gapes.
“Hell no. It’s pre-mix.” Jeongguk yelps as he gets a slap on his thighs.
The two has long abandoned the script and made a bee line towards the kitchen, where Jeongguk has started mixing the butter with the brownie mix and Taehyung sits at the counter top for moral support. His best role.
“Taste.” Jeongguk has his point finger covered in the brownie mix near Taehyung’s lips and the latter tries not to jump the opportunity that quick. “Good?”
“Tasty.” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, earning a chuckle and a flush from Jeongguk.
Jeongguk assigns Taehyung the task of mixing the batter while he prepares the oven only to turn around and catches Taehyung dipping his finger on the brownie mix and what seems to be not the first time he’s been doing it. Taehyung has his fingers mid-way to his mouth newly-dipped, covered in brownie mix when Jeongguk gets a grip of his arm, halting his actions causing Taehyung to jolt.
“Traitor.” Jeongguk grumbles playfully, contradicting his first action by guiding Taehyung’s hand to his mouth. And Taehyung, who got a slightly horrible hand-eye coordination, missed his aim a little, a slight whip of the mix getting to his chin, making Jeongguk chuckle. Taehyung, with flushed cheeks and brownies on his chin, aims to wipe it off with his free hand, and Jeongguk with his fast reflex catches his other arm, causing him to practically back hug Taehyung.
“I’ll get it for you.” Jeongguk mumbles, leaning down to wipe the mix on Taehyung’s chin with his own lips, pausing for two seconds, before moving closer to the corner of Taehyung’s lips.
And Taehyung is glad he did not dream of this. Glad he knew he was gonna make a little mess of himself. Glad that Jeongguk was there to clean up for him. Glad of his own way of helping Taehyung. And suddenly, Taehyung has 20 ideas of ending the script he was trying to write.
The smell of the butter pre-heating in the oven pulled Jeongguk away and he’s glad. He wouldn’t know how to explain his actions to Taehyung. “Set up the console?” He asks Taehyung as he pulled away, putting a safe distance between them, before grabbing the brownie mix and turning to the oven.
Later that night, the two (unsurprisingly) are sitting too close to each other, with Jeongguk sitting behind Taehyung, who was sitting between his legs, in an intense game of the classic overwatch. Hoseok comes home and sees the two in a slightly out of context position before turning on his heels quite fast, with the excuse, oh shit, I left my wallet at Yoongi’s. Jeongguk ignores how the back pocket of the older is bulging with his said missing wallet. He doesn’t care. He’s contented.
That night, Taehyung left his apartment with packed brownies and a kiss more secured than the one they shared earlier in the kitchen and Taehyung goes home with a bounce in his steps, wallowing in happiness while munching the brownies, swatting Namjoon’s hand when he tried to sneak a small piece, claiming they are pot brownies.
That night, Taehyung dreams of a laid back date with Jeongguk, going to see a much-anticipated play that was half and an hour away from where they are and a dinner at that damn diner that was still on it’s soft-opening. Taehyung wakes up in the morning with a to-do list that includes preparing his outfit and a rehearsal to attend to. The following night, Taehyung’s dreams include Jeongguk bringing him donuts and milk tea for a working breakfast while the two sit in another auditions, and another intense game of fortnite in his apartment.
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Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, has a habit of cancelling plans. Plans that were predetermined by Taehyung’s dreams. In his defense, he was not aware that Taehyung has these kinds of dreams. Jeongguk, as Taehyung’s dream told him, had rightfully brought him his donuts and a milk tea. However, Jeongguk couldn’t attend the second half of the auditions, as he needed to oversee the technical dress rehearsal of the major play of a close friend directing the said play.
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Jeongguk, Taehyung learns, can prove that habits, in fact don’t die hard. The former had sent him a text that says I’m picking you up, is thirty minutes enough? to which he replied sure, before screaming and scrambling for his closet in panic. Taehyung sure is wearing the outfit he has prepared the morning after he had the dream where they had a date.
“Where are we going, good sir?” He asks Jeongguk who chuckles.
“Just somewhere.” He shrugs. And Taehyung knows. Knows what they’ll do, where they’re going.
The night happened just as it did in his dream. Turns out the play they have seen was the one Jeongguk was overseeing that one time they had to cancel their second date (as Taehyung’s dream called it). However, Taehyung’s dream purposely left out the part where Jeongguk has his hand wrapped around Taehyung’s the entire time. Or the random kiss he received in the middle of the play (Taehyung swore he cried because of the scene). It also left out the part where Jeongguk stayed the night in his apartment, Jimin and Namjoon caught in the act of munching over his brownies, the one he baked with the person sitting beside him, arms wrapped around him.
[end]
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TITLE: he calls her his destiny
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,881
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Smut
Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
Summary: “I hope they set us up together.” Silence.
Taehyung loves Jeongguk. Taehyung loves Jeongguk and he believes he loves him a normal amount as much as the society allows.
Jeongguk also loves Taehyung. He loves him even if—
“JEON JEONGGUK!” His lover’s voice echoes and passes through the wooden door of their bedroom.
— loves him enough to let him interrupt his thoughts. And also lets him rush through the door and let their wedding picture on the wall jump on its place on the impact of the door slamming shut.
“Hello baby.” Jeongguk gets up from the vanity chair to greet his husband with a hug. However, he receives a halfhearted one instead.
“Explain to me why I received a resignation letter on my email of someone from the Accounting Department stating that, and I quote ‘This is also submitted upon the suggestion of Mr. Jeon Jeongguk.’ End quote. Make me understand.”
“It’s in the letter, baby.” He sighs.
Taehyung stays silent but Jeongguk can’t say the same for the threatening waves coming off of his husband.
“There have been missing liquidations for the past three months from this year’s report. There are also other issues with the company taxes he could not take care of properly. So I told him simply that if the company gets charges and complaints about the taxes I will sue him or he will just resign. See it’s a suggestion.” He charges towards his husband again.
“I’m tired of all the shit your department gives mine, Jeongguk.” Taehyung hugs back and bites into Jeongguk’s shoulder.
Jeongguk yelps and untangles himself from his husband. “I’m sorry. Tomorrow I will make a call and recommend him to another company. Okay?” He kisses Taehyung.
“You better or I’m not finalizing that resignation. This dumbass.” Jeongguk kisses again as a sign of apology.
“You really don’t have authority over that, honey. I do, though.” He teases.
“I do, excuse you. As your husband I can make you do that.”
Jeongguk loves Taehyung enough to let him do things. Willingly.
“They don’t really know that, babe.” Jeongguk says from the bathroom door.
“You know I should start a rumor about you.” Taehyung pretends he’s actually considering the idea. He probably is considering.
“Okay, about what?”
“That you asked me to sleep with you and you have a daddy kink.” They laugh amused.
“Okay first of all, they’re gonna talk about you too. Second, you love calling me daddy, babe.” Jeongguk replies amused.
“I don’t care. They love me and will still talk about you more for it.”
“Ok but if you do tell them you don’t last long when we do it.”
“Shut the fuck up. What’s taking you so long there?” Taehyung’s voice increases volume as he nears the bathroom where Jeonggguk is shaving.
“Just a few more seconds, babe. Wait for me on the bed.”
“Yes daddy anything for you.” Taehyung winks exaggeratedly.
Jeongguk emerges from the bathroom and stands on Taehyung’s side of the bed. Taehyung’s lying on his stomach when Jeongguk removes the duvet covering him. Taehyung whines but refuses to move or acknowledge Jeongguk’s presence and focuses on his phone.
Jeongguk straddles Taehyung’s legs before pulling down Taehyung’s pajama pants and sees his bare ass before he bites on the right cheek.
“Ew loser!” Taehyung scrambles and hits Jeongguk with a pillow. Jeongguk laughs and scoots over to his own side of the bed.
They situate themselves on the bed in silence, with Jeongguk turning off the main lights in the room and leaving the night lights on with the controller.
Silence still engulfs the room.
“Babe.”
“Psst.”
“Baby?”
Silence. Jeongguk wonders if Taehyung’s asleep already.
“Baby baby.” He taps Taehyung’s waist twice.
“Shut the fuck up baby, please.” Taehyung whines and turns around to face Jeongguk.
“I was thinking since I bit your ass, right...” Jeongguk trails off, and Taehyung whines to signal him to continue. “It’s like I bit into a bun but I didn’t get to taste the jam yet.” Taehyung gasps.
“Don’t tell me you want to eat my shit, Jeongguk what the fuck?” He exclaims.
“What? No! What the fuck Taehyung.” Jeongguk looks ridiculed. “Anyway, I was saying.” He eyes Taehyung and moves to position them both on the bed again. He lays Taehyung on his back and covers half of his body with his, cornering him. “I’m kind of in the mood to eat your ass. And maybe,” he smiles cheekily, kissing Taehyung’s nose. “You know, do it.” He smiles suggestively.
“Go to sleep.” Taehyung tries to turn around but Jeongguk’s weight stops him.
“I’ll do all the work.” Jeongguk reasons.
Silence.
“Do you wanna do it instead of me?”
Silence.
“Jeongguk, I was thinking, since I’m gonna tell everyone you have a daddy kink. Why don’t I use this chance to exercise my memory, you know. I think I forgot already what your kinks are.” Taehyung repositions himself before putting a hand on Jeongguk’s cheeks, hiking a leg up on his waist, moving it as if to softly caress Jeongguk’s leg.
“Yeah?” Jeongguk smiles and Taehyung hums, continuously pecking his lips softly.
“I’m tired, though. Do all the work since you missed gym this morning, daddy.” He whines, using the leg on Jeongguk’s to push his hips down.
“But.” Taehyung stops. “Don’t ever do the bun analogy again.” He says before dragging down Jeongguk’s boxers.
[~]
“Good morning, baby. I slept really good last night.” Jeongguk kisses Taehyung on his cheeks.
Taehyung i sittin on the dinner table, already starting of on his breakfast when Jeongguk approached him.
“Of course you did, you slept with your dick in my ass the whole night.” He huffs.
“Ah yes, my personal dreamcatcher.”
[~]
“Taehyung, what brings you here?” Jeongguk sees Taehyung talking to the person he supposedly fired yesterday.
“Oh Jeongguk, I was talking to Mr. Son regarding his transfer to one of the partner companies.” He smiles at Mr. Son.
“Ah yes, thank you Mr. Jeon.”
“No problem.” He acknowledges. “Taehyung, I need you to see something in my office.”
The two walks to Jeongguk’s personal office.
Nobody in the office knew of their marriage. All the other employees know is that one of the board of directors is the father of Kim Taehyung is also, coincidentally, a close personal friend of the CEO and also holds a high position in one of the departments in the company.
The two close personal friends as far as they know, are in Jeongguk’s office to discuss work details.
Nobody needs to see Taehyung pinching Jeongguk on the butt, though, while kissing each other.
“What transfer was that, love?” Jeongguk asks.
“I told him you fixed another position in one of the partner companies for him instead of firing him altogether.
“You’re so good baby you’re turning me on right now.” Jeongguk fake moans.
“Shut up. I also told everyone you have a small dick. Just a heads up in case you see them trying to avoid looking at you. “ Taehyung smirks.
“You literally told me my dick is big last night babe.”
“I don’t remember, I think.” Taehyung starts to walk towards the door.
“Taehyung come back here.”
Taehyung opens the door and before he steps out, “I think we might need to discuss it again and run a test so I can give you a more definite answer.” He says, which is absolutely overheard by everyone walking by the door.
Jeongguk loves Taehyung enough to let him blue ball him.
[~]
Jeongguk and Taehyung met at one of the company parties. Jeongguk was just a son to his CEO father that night and Taehyung being the son of one of the directors.
All the important people are in one round table, including the two of them. Jeongguk arrived late, which ended with him being chastised by his father.
“I’m sorry I was late, I had a problem.” He apologized to everyone but this time the mother chastised Jeongguk.
Taehyung overhears half of it as he returned from one ‘restroom break’ which is just him spending time outside on his phone.
“Oh, Jeongguk, right? Thank you again for helping me. I think I got you in trouble.” Jeongguk and his mother and father turned to him. Jeongguk looks at him, blinking twice. “Mrs. Jeon, your son actually helped me find my phone. I’m sorry for the trouble. I made him late.” He bowed.
“Oh, really?” Jeongguk’s mother exclaimed, earning the attention of her husband and Taehyung’s own father. “It’s fine, Taehyung, this rascal has a habit of running late, he says he doesn’t like parties.”
“Oh you’ve met, what a surprise, son.” Taehyung’s father smiled.
“Ah oh yes. If you don’t mind to excuse us, I’d like to speak with Taehyung alone.” Jeongguk signaled Taehyung to move far from their parents.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. They know why I come late today I just really don’t like attending. I was also trying to avoid someone here.” He looks around.
“It’s ok. I’m sorry if I intruded. But since you have a real problem at hand, just come to me in case the person you’re avoiding talks to you.” They laugh.
“Do you work here?” Jeongguk asks.
“Not yet. I came with my dad because he wanted me to meet everyone including your parents before I start next week.” He explained.
“So that means I finally have a reason to come willingly to the office?” Jeongguk teases.
“What?” Taehyung gawks, acting as if he did not hear everything.
“What?” Jeongguk feigns innocence.
“I-“
“I’m just saying. You know, about the person I’m avoiding.” Jeongguk stutters. “I think my parents are one step away from marrying me off to someone. They’re not that strict but you know, they think I need someone and since I’m about to follow my dad’s footsteps. They’d probably wanna do it sooner so why not find someone, yeah?” He turns to Taehyung.
“Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. But, I’d like to just..... I’m just saying.” He trails off and Taehyung laughs, urging him.
“I hope they set us up together.”
Silence.
“I have my reasons. First, I prefer you more than the person I’m avoiding. Second, technically, it would be convenient for our family.”
Silence.
“You know what, I hope they do so you’re forced to see me. That’s what you get for embarrassing me like this!” Jeongguk whines.
“I’m sorry were you serious the whole time?” Taehyung acts like he’s wondering.
“I’m gonna file a complaint in the company against you.”
“I’m not even employed yet, fuck off.”
“I really hope we end up together so I can piss you off.” Jeongguk huffs.
“My dad just texted, the food’s gonna get cold so we better get back, loser.”
[~]
Three years later, Taehyung and Jeongguk married each other.
Jeongguk still teases Taehyung for it.
[~]
Jeon Unmyeong.
Their first child was born a week before Jeongguk’s birthday.
Their first daughter who looks like Taehyung and Jeongguk said it’s fair enough he gets to pick for her name.
He calls her his Destiny when he thinks Taehyung is not with him.
[~]
Jeongguk loves Taehyung. But he knows Taehyung loves him more just through all the ‘love you’s and kisses Taehyung may or may not have been aware of that he gave Jeongguk through the years.
[end]
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TITLE: let’s dress up and go for a ride
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 2,543
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Smut
Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
Summary: “I can be Ariana Grande from the God is a Woman music video.” Taehyung attempts to propose, setting down his milk on the table, gesturing with his hands on the table.
“And what would I be?” Jeongguk replies, almost exasperated. So far Taehyung has made failed attempts for their costumes because ‘we need to be a pairing’.
“I’m not fucking dressing up as his boyfriend.” He adds, almost fearful and disgusted at Taehyung’s proposition.
“Even better. You can be the earth. I can ride you and finger you.” Taehyung beams as if what he just said was appropriate costumes for a halloween party.
or the halloween au where taekook wants to pair their halloween costumes but they banter instead and they fuck
Two weeks before halloween found Jeongguk and Taehyung arguing over lunch in their shared apartment that fits just right for them. The two loved parties and Taehyung loves halloween parties. Jeongguk loves dressing up for them, Taehyung loves taking the costumes off of him.
Currently, however, ten minutes before Taehyung is almost tempted to pull up a whole powerpoint presentation of how the two can synchronize their halloween costumes, they are in the middle of an almost heated ‘debate’ (that’s how it would look like to a stranger).
“I can be Ariana Grande from the God is a Woman music video.” Taehyung attempts to propose, setting down his milk on the table, gesturing with his hands on the table.
“And what would I be?” Jeongguk replies, almost exasperated. So far Taehyung has made failed attempts for their costumes because ‘we need to be a pairing’. “I’m not fucking dressing up as his boyfriend.” He adds, almost fearful and disgusted at Taehyung’s proposition.
“Even better. You can be the earth. I can ride you and finger you.” Taehyung beams as if what he just said was appropriate costumes for a halloween party.
Granted, no one judges costumes at halloween parties, free reign, and freedom and all, but Jeongguk knows Namjoon would mind if the two entered his party with Taehyung in his Ariana Grande-glory on top of Jeongguk, ‘fingering’ him. Jeongguk also could not quite picture it in his head how they are going to pull the stunt up.
“Hoseok hyung would close the door in our face when he sees us with and doing that.” Jeongguk deadpans. He is almost sure Hoseok would not even dare open the door in the first place.
“Ah I know!” Jeongguk lights up, catching Taehyung’s attention. The older gives attention to the suggestion that is about to come. “How about we come as Hyuna and E Dawn?” He grins.
“Cute. But I think Yoongi hyung, Jimin and Hoseok hyung will already go as Triple H. Nice try honey bun sugar plum pumpy yumpy yumpkin.” Taehyung shots the idea down. Truthfully, in Taehyung’s defense, their other friends already made dibs on the group as their pegs for the halloween party.
“Damn.” Jeongguk pouts.
The two finished lunch with a failed attempt at finalizing their halloween costumes. Taehyung has already left for his late afternoon classes and Jeongguk is left at home, being blessed with a free cut from his only class for the day. Taehyung grumbles how some (read: Jeongguk) does not deserve free classes and halloween costumes.
While Taehyung endured his classes, Jeongguk did not fail to entertain the older with silly and some serious suggestions for their halloween costumes, often paired with photos (for emphasis). The older shuts them down saying ‘Namjoon hyung would hate you’ or a blatant ‘boring’.
The messages slowed down but Taehyung has been receiving glimpses from Jeongguk’s uneventful afternoon. The only time Jeongguk has ever stood up from his area in the sofa was to pee (and that was almost forced and done as a moral obligation because he is a human being with responsibilities that include taking care of his health) and fetch food from the cupboard.
Jeongguk has been sending Taehyung messages throughout the movie he’s watching such as:
Wanna go as Iron Man and Jarvis?
Wanna go as Wanda so you can use your mind power and make me do things?
Oooh baby we can go as Trump and America so you can fuck me up.
The next day, with their halloween plans still undecided, passed by and it’s almost night and Taehyung has yet to come back from his shift at the music store inside the campus. He knows for sure that cursed shift ended almost two hours ago and Taehyung missing from their little apartment only means that he is currently in the middle of doing something that requires NOT having Jeongguk’s input and must be done WITHOUT Jeongguk’s knowledge.
Jeongguk has been typing his rapid text messages to Taehyung when the older keyed in and let himself in through their apartment, bag and a paper bag on his right hand. He had this sheepish smile and glint in his eyes plastered that tells Jeongguk something is definitely up. He just contemplates if it has something to do with their ongoing halloween costumes agenda. He also hopes it does not affect his costume.
“Neulbin asked me to do an extra hour because he had an emergency and then I dropped by the pharmacy.” Taehyung share, putting away his bag and set the paper bag under their coffee table.
“I did not say anything.” Jeongguk snorted.
“You were going to.” Taehyung chides.
“What’s that?” Jeongguk asks, pointing at the paper bag.
“Something I need.”
Jeongguk drops as Taehyung obviously will not let him see a glimpse of the item and proceeds to bring two bowls of katsudon to the living room for their dinner.
A week before the halloween party, the couple is still undecided and uncoordinated in their halloween costumes. Even their friends had to butt in and contribute to the discussion, and Seokjin even said something about reusing old costumes and just come as they are.
Jeongguk comes home three days before the party to a different story. The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the airconditioning and low humming from somewhere in the room. He knew Taehyung was supposed to be home from morning classes earlier than him. True to his suspicion, the older has been abnormally quiet and focused on the task at hand, literally and figuratively.
Taehyung was sat on the sofa, one leg propped on the coffee table which supports his hand, as he focuses on painting his left hand a deep red. Jeongguk watches as the older be more careful as his right hand has already been painted the same red color and the air condition and atmosphere of the apartment has been laced with the strong scent of the nail lacquer.
Jeongguk sets his stuff on the side quietly as not to disturb the trance which his boyfriend has been put into. Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter when he blinks away the tiredness and the stiffness from when he has been sitting on that damn sofa for two hours now to paint his nails.
“Busy?” Jeongguk mumbles as he leaned towards Taehyung from his position on the arm of the sofa.
“Mhm.” Taehyung mumbles. Jeongguk figures he won’t be given much attention from the older so he proceeds to the kitchen. He also failed to get a proper response from the older when asked what he wants for dinner, only getting faint responses.
Jungkook was sitting beside him on the sofa with his laptop resting on the coffee table when Taehyung finally gave him his undivided attention. “Are you done now?” Jeongguk asks.
“Yes. But it’s still wet so I can’t touch anything or it will mess up.” Taehyung pouts, his hands splayed on his lap, the red paint obviously wet with how it glimmers under the light. Jeongguk notices how Taehyung’s dewy skin contrasts with the red nail polish, the schemes pleasing for the eyes. For him. Taehyung notices the way the younger stares at his hand, or his thighs bare with the shorts he wears at home. Jeongguk has always had the habit of zoning off, staring at something as his mind reels with thoughts.
Taehyung starts scooting closer to Jeongguk, watching how the younger is still zoned off but now has his eyes planted on his laptop screen, at the photos he’s currently editing. He carefully plants his hand on Jeongguk’s arms, careful of his clothes or movements not to mess up his newly painted nails. He knew Jeongguk is off his daze and is now just blatantly /trying/ to ignore Taehyung’s teasing hand and gaze from his peripheral view.
Taehyung drops his hand that was on Jeongguk’s arm on his thighs instead, running it up and down slowly, still careful, to gently and expose a bit of the younger’s skin from the shorts he’s wearing.
“Baby, entertain me. I’m bored and I can’t do anything.” Taehyung pouts, rubbing his cheeks on Jeongguk’s shoulders as if to resemble a cat.
“What do you want to watch.” Jeongguk asks, his voice sounding restrained and still taking glances at Taehyung’s hand on his thighs, dangerously close to his inner thighs.
“I don’t want to watch anything.” Taehyung replies. Jeongguk risks a glance at Taehyung, knowing what the older is implying. He leans back on the sofa, stretching his back and neck to stop it from being stiff. He stares at Taehyung before kissing the older on his cheek then his lips before staring at the hand on his thighs. The two does not mention the slight bulge in Jungkook’s shorts and probably the same sight with Taehyung.
After a few seconds Jungkook stands up, pulling Taehyung with him. The younger leads the way to the bedroom and Taehyung had this glint in his eyes. The younger was cautious with the older’s still wet painted nails when he carried the older when they reached the bed, wrapping his thighs around his waist before he kneels on the bed, inching towards the headboard. He gently lays Taehyung down and the older almost forgot to stop his hand from touching their comfy duvet and pillows and ended up messing up his painted nails.
Jeongguk’s eyes and lips were gentle as he looked at Taehyung and kissed his lips a few times and his neck but his hands were quite rough when he starts inching up the older’s shirt, exposing his stomach, to where he travels down to plant more kisses, catching the older’s skin there in his teeth. He starts moving south and eventually pulls the band of Taehyung’s shorts to expose more skin and his prominent hip bones that has always been at the receiving end of bruises from Jeongguk’s lips.
Jeongguk keeps his eyes on Taehyung, seeing the older still trying not to mess up his painted nails and be pliant for Jungkook. When the older sneaks his hands to be on his stomach which is dangerously close to clutching Jungkook’s hair, he warns the older. “You don’t get to touch me.” He warns before completely pulling of the older’s shorts and boxers off of him.
Taehyung struggles to keep his hands on his side, planted outwards to keep it untouched. Jungkook flutters kisses across Taehyung’s hips, down to his thighs and inside the each of them. He guides Taehyung thighs to open for him and position himself in the middle, granting better access for him.
“Shirt off please, baby.” Taehyung whispers. Jungkook plants a kiss on Taehyung’s skin near his core before kneeling up to take his shirt off. Taehyung catches a whip of the faint perfume too soft mixed with Jungkook’s natural scent. He leans back down, this time getting nearer to Taehyung’s crotch before kissing down his length. Taehyung curses as his fingers twitch and almost messed up the duvet.
Jungkook continues to mouth at the older’s crotch, from the head to the base and uses his hand to smother Taehyung’s thighs and grip it when Taehyung starts twitching and moving, and the other holding the base and guides it towards his mouth. He takes Taehyung little by little, hearing the older release gasps and whimpers above him, hands struggle to stay still. Taehyung already looks spent as his hand almost has a mind of its own, slightly raised in the air but trying and almost failing to keep it away from Jungkook. In the end Taehyung ends up touching the back of Jungkook’s shoulders almost too softly that Jungkook almost missed noticing it being there.
“Please just here.” He whispers, running his hand that was almost dry on the younger’s shoulder blades.
Too soon Taehyung reaches his climax, coming down Jungkook’s mouth, and the younger was quick to swallow. Taehyung struggles with his whole body not to grip Jungkook’s hair and push him down, and his feet stretches on Jungkook’s bare lower back, resulting on his toes tucking inside the waistband of the younger’s shorts, his feet touching the soft skin on Jungkook’s ass.
Jungkook starts moving up, leaving a trail of kisses up Taehyung’s body in his wake and Taehyung keeps his foot on the waistband of the younger’s shorts and holds it there. Jungkook grasps Taehyung’s plan and lets the older take his shorts for him as he made his way up his body, tucking his head on the older’s neck.
Taehyung faintly pushes at the younger’s shoulders, shifting and pushing him back down on the mattress, switching positions. He starts going down on Jungkook, kissing the younger earnestly, who has now been undressed completely, his shorts and boxers kicked off minutes ago.
“I’ll take care of you.” He whispers to the younger before taking his length in his hand.
He knew the younger had this picture in his mind ever since he painted his nails red and had his hands on his thighs a while ago. “Look baby.” He calls the younger’s attention when Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling and having an attention to his aching crotch. Jungkook flutters his eyes open and looks down on Taehyung’s hand tight on his length, moving up and down.
He watches Taehyung’s red painted nails glisten under the light wrapped around him, mixed with the feeling of being touched. Taehyung moves in between his thighs and starts leaning down, supporting his body with his elbows.
“Watch baby.” He hums to Jungkook before collecting the precome on the tip of his length with a finger that’s newly painted and catching it on his tongue as it laps on the precome. Jungkook curses and he hears a faint chuckle from Taehyung that he’s sure he made up if he did not feel the older’s chest shake a bit before the older takes him in his mouth completely.
Taehyung made sure that the younger has a site of his hand wrapped around him still and his mouth working the head. Jungkook comes deep in Taehyung’s throat, the older taking everything.
It’s only when Jungkook woke up again at eleven in the evening that he realized he fell asleep naked, courtesy of the duvet covering the two’s naked bodies. He also realized they did not have their daily discussion of their halloween costumes.
“Alas! The two have decided!” Seokjin screams when he caught sight of the Jungkook and Taehyung nearing the area where their group of friends is situated.
The two ended up wearing a Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy costume that Jeongguk had to restrain himself when he saw the older wearing fishnet stockings and short shorts. The night went by with the rest of their friends in their half messed up costumes and self including themselves, and occasional gropings from each other, with Taehyung whispering promises to him for when they get home later in the ass crack of dawn.
As promised, Jungkook ended up undressing Taehyung in the living room of their apartment but leaving on the fishnet stockings and platform boots for when he fucked the older four rounds into the next Saturday, with a special request to see his red painted nails.
[end]
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TITLE: scared of the dark and the dentist
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4,140
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Mentions of Explicit Sexual Content
Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!
Summary: “Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.
au where Taehyung flirts with his dentist that isn't even his dentist in the first place.
“Taehyung if you don’t wake up in a minute I’m having your tooth pulled instead of mine.” Jimin wails, literally fucking wails.
“See Jimin, having your wisdom tooth intact doesn’t mean you’re not dumb.” He bites back.
An half and an hour later, because Taehyung deemed it necessary to buy the cocoa milk tea that was too sweet to be just 100%, they arrived at Jimin’s appointment at the dentist.
“You can relax at the lounge for a while.” The nurse, the two assumed assists them as Jimin notifies them of his appointment.
“I’m ready.” The volume of the very attractive voice, according to Taehyung, becomes louder, ascending as the person which he assumes is the dentist approaches them. Consistency is key, Taehyung thinks. It is only rational for the attractive voice to be owned be a rather much more attractive doctor. And the title being added before the name of this person makes him the most attractive, Taehyung thinks.
. “Can he come with me?” Jimin suddenly asks the doctor.
“Yes, sure.” The doctor does that thing where he has a tight-lip smile, making dimples pop and makes him look younger.
“Sorry, he’s my son, he’s afraid of the dentist.” Taehyung shows faux sadness, making the lady at the reception laugh and surprisingly, the doctor releases a chuckle, and unsurprisingly a fuck you, really from Jimin.
Jimin and Taehyung spent another hour and a half inside the room, Taehyung rightfully taking a video of Jimin having his tooth pulled and a stiff looking Jimin trying to bear the pain, and Taehyung trying not to ogle the dentist. Not long till they were finished, the two were ushered out back to the reception and the doctor follows suit while Jimin was settling his account.
“Hyejin-ssi, please book Mr. Park another appointment this Friday.” The doctor gently reminds and Taehyung honestly should stop ogling the first time Jimin slapped his back.
“Yes Doctor Jeon.”
“And you, Mr. Park’s father, no appointment for you?” Said Doctor Jeon, nodding at Taehyung.
“I’m also going to book one for myself. My last dentist was not good.” He answers, stirring his milk tea that tastes more like water at this point.
“And I am?” He raises his eyebrows quite adorably. He looks like an excited bunny, Taehyung concludes.
“I’m sure, doctor.” He grins, raising his own eyebrows twice.
“We’re going, thank you and see you on Friday, Doctor!” Jimin speaks, dragging Taehyung by his milktea before walking out of the clinic.
“You’re not fucking coming with me on Friday, sir.” Says Jimin, widening his eyes and his pout coming out, the way it does when he’s complaining.
“I have an appointment.” Taehyung sticks his tongue out and the entire way home Jimin makes a whole ted talk on how Taehyung is letting capitalism and the supposedly attractive doctor trick him into spending money.
“And you two woke me up with this noise because?” Yoongi stands at the doorway of his shared bedroom with Jimin
“This ass-crack looking bitch was flirting with my dentist, hyung!” Jimin’s voice is almost four notes higher, and that says a lot. His face and neck is red from his fuming rant and honestly, Taehyung thinks, it’s not really that serious, Jimin.
“Is.” Taehyung corrects.
“You’re not yet done?” Jimin gasps.
“No?” Taehyung almost sounds offended. Taehyung also thinks he will go extra lengths to get close to the dentist. If he had to know his license details, he damn will. Yoongi stays less than five minutes before shaking his head and stalking back to the bedroom, grumbling about the noise that woke me up, his unfinished task from work, and the inflation rate.
Come Friday and two found themselves at the clinic again. Jimin’s appointment includes him having his wisdom tooth pulled, pulling a snarky comment from Taehyung. Jimin has been sending warning glares to Taehyung for the last hour, as if reprimanding a child going to public places and therefore must behave properly.
“He just needed to have the tooth pulled, honestly. He doesn’t have wisdom.” Taehyung tells the nurse at the reception with faux regret and a glare from Jimin. Jimin was taken under a different dentist this time, and Taehyung wonders if Dr. Jeon is out, which is sad, because Taehyung just had his last visit to the dentist last month, which is approximately 2 weeks ago, and he is at the dentist, because he’s trying to hit on the doctor.
“Kim Taehyung?” A resonating voice pulls Taehyung out of his daze and oh, it’s Dr. Jeon.
“This way?” The doctor dimly smiles, tilting his head towards the room, signaling for Taehyung to come.
“Why didn’t you take my friend?” Taehyung asks as he was seated.
“Ah. I have to be somewhere after this, I needed to ask Dr. Kim to take him instead so I can take you. Scared for your son?” The doctor says, referring to their last banter, and they both chuckle. Yes, take me. Taehyung thinks.
He also thinks impure thoughts at the dentist is not appropriate because having a boner with a cheek retractor hanging off your mouth wouldn’t look good. He’s not really into this kind of kink.
“Why me then?” The doctor was taken aback at the other’s question?
“Just. Are you always this forward?” He asks.
“Depends on the person I’m talking to.” He asks as the doctor assists him in putting on the towel on his chest.
“Jeongguk.” The doctor says, and Taehyung frowns in question.
“Call me Jeongguk.” He adds.
“Are you younger than me?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk prepares the last materials, what Taehyung assumes is the paste.
“Guess.”
“Aren’t you older than me?”
“You’re passing up the opportunity?”
“Taehyung.” Taehyung introduces himself.
“I know.”
“That’s hot.” He comments and the other chuckles.
The two continued to banter until it was time to get on the actual reason why Taehyung was there in the first place. Surely Jeongguk isn’t younger than him, and he doesn’t look that old either. Taehyung continues to guess as the other continues to prod his mouth. The doctor works in relative silence, often making soft instructions and all that.
“You kept a good job of maintaining your teeth healthy.” He comments. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung had it cleaned two weeks ago. Sue him. Taehyung opens up his mouth as instructed, with Dr. Jeon tilting his chin slightly upwards and no, Taehyung shouldn’t enjoy being manhandled when the doctor has an inch of a finger deep inside his mouth, alongside the apparatuses.
Soon Taehyung was wiping the last bits of water surrounding his mouth, patting it dry and was told he can proceed back to his ‘son’, as the doctor dubbed Jimin. Taehyung was halfway out the door when he turned around to the doctor, cleaning up his mess when he sticks his head in as to avoid being heard by the other patients.
“Doctor, next time I’ll open my mouth for you when we’re out of this clinic.” He winks before closing the door, snickering to himself. He doesn’t miss the faint curse from the doctor as he shakes his head before the door completely closed.
“I’m having secondhand embarrassment from you.” Jimin almost seethes.
“I’m not coming back here. You embarrassed me and my name.” The two stands at the opposite sides of the car but not before they were able to get inside, the doctor was out and seems to be carrying a bag, on his way to a lecture he has to be on in thirty minutes.
“Taehyung! Have you guessed already?” Jeongguk calls out, referring to the conversation they had not long ago. Jimin stands still watching the two and he wonders just what the fuck did Taehyung do while he was busy. He reminds himself to pull it out of the other when they get home.
“25.” Taehyung says.
“Guess again. Here’s my calling card. Text me your guesses.” The doctor hands out a piece of card to Taehyung. Jimin, having enough of their shit, pushes himself inside the car, making sure to close the door a little louder. Jeongguk bids goodbye soon as he really needs to leave and Taehyung gets inside the car, Jimin already glaring at him.
“What?” He asks, acting clueless.
“You embarrass me and my name.” Jimin repeats. The two went home and as usual, Jimin tells Yoongi all of Taehyung’s antics as if they were at a parent-teacher meeting. He texts Jeongguk later on that day.
I see. Jeongguk replies. The two didn’t message each other after that, leaving the conversation open. Jeongguk may or may not have been distracted at the lecture that day, he doesn’t care.
~ ~ ~
Taehyung sat at the little shop 3 blocks behind his office that sells coffee and tea in hopes of running away from the silent and busy office that is seriously getting in the way of his creativity. In front of him is his laptop and a small portable tablet and his tea sitting a little behind his laptop, probably half cold. He would say he is trying to get inspiration from the place and the people, but it’s hard when he’s currently working on a story of a human reincarnated as a dog.
“Are you taken?” A voice jolts him from his trance and he looks up to see Jeongguk standing beside his table.
“Sorry?” Taehyung asks because he couldn't be sure if he misheard what the other said or-
“I asked if this seat is taken.” Jeongguk grins the little shit that he is. Basking on the fact that that clearly wasn’t what he said the first time.
“Uh, no.” Taehyung stammers and quickly pulls his laptop closer to him, giving the other side space. If Taehyung was distracted back in the office, he sure as hell won’t be able to finish his work now. Not with Jeongguk sitting across from him, “Why are you here?” He asks.
“Coffee break.” Jeongguk replies, leaning back. “Do you have a guess already?”
“ 26.” Taehyung answers.
“You’re quiet today. Bad day?” Jeongguk asks. He doesn’t need to know he is quite a distraction to Taehyung, thank you.
“I only open my mouth when I’m demanded to.” He replies, rolling his lips to stop himself from laughing.
And he’s back.Jeongguk thinks. “Do you always make sexual innuendos?”
“I already told you I’m willing to open my mouth for you in a different way. One that doesn’t need your dental stuff.” Taehyung explains as he reached for his cup of really cold tea.
“Dental stuff.” Jeongguk repeats.
“Yeah. Never heard of that?” Taehyung gives faux surprise.
“No. Because that doesn/t exist.” Jeongguk huffs.
“It’s okay. We don’t need that. Unless you have a kink for apparatus, which by the way, I’m not kink shaming. I accept everyone.” Jeongguk’s smile only grows bigger until he’s borderline laughing. His smile that was genuine was only meant for close family and friends, and it doesn’t come out too soon until he’s comfortable enough to the people around them. But this walking sexual innuendos in front of him, Taehyung, is like the long-lost friend that knows his whole being, makes him comfortable enough.
The two continue to talk until the sun has obviously set and Taehtyung realized he needs to go back to his office to get the rest of his stuff before going home. Jeongguk on the other hand really needs to go home and finalize the exam for tomorrow’s class. The latter walks Taehyung a block before they need to part ways, as Taehyung’s office goes west and Jeongguk heads up north.
“You still have work?” Taehyung asks.
“I need to go home. I have a class early tomorrow.”
“Ah, so you’re a student.” Taehyung concludes.
“I teach.” The other shrugs. “I go here.” He points toward the street ahead. “Can I see you outside the clinic and out of my work clothes?” He asks.
“Wanna see me open my mouth without having to prod it with a metal?” Taehyung bites back.
“Dinner first. Then I’ll prod it with something else.” Jeongguk answers.
And they’re doing this, in the middle of the streets. In public. The two starts to wonder where their morals end.
“Yes. I’ll have you know I follow instructions thoroughly.” Taehyung says with confidence.
“Good to know. See you, Taehyung.” He nods before heading north, leaving Taehyung watching him walk away and turn a corner, before walking on his way to his office. That night Taehyung busted through Jimin and Yoongi’s shared apartment to share the good news.
(“I need you to clean my name. I couldn’t show my face at the clinic because of you.” Jimin comments.)
~ ~ ~
Jeongguk likes nature, photography, and Taehyung. He likes how his three favorite things and a certain human correlates to each other. Likes how he can do things that he loves at the same time. He likes how he can compare Taehyung to other living things.
In two weeks the two spent after he asked Taehyung out, Jeongguk learns that Taehyung is full of surprises and sex jokes. He learns through exchanges of text messages things that Taehyung has seen in his everyday activities, which entertains him greatly at times when there are vacant slots in his job that lets him settle and be at peace, except for the vibration of his phone as Taehyung’s messages come in rapid succession.
My officemate Mark has a pattern in wearing his pants for a week. I figured it out.
or
I saw someone put a lube in the fridge in the pantry here at the office. Should I report or taste if chocolate lube is good?
or that one
Do you clean other bitches mouth yes or no
to which Jeongguk replies with do I have a choice?
Jeongguk likes the text messages, despite the looks Hyejin is sending him every time he laughs a bit louder than he intended to.
Taehyung likes the replies he gets from Jeongguk, which is quite different from the ones he gets from Jimin and Yoongi when he sends them the same text messages. Jeongguk does not block him from his contacts unlike Jimin.
He remembers the one time he asked Jeongguk if he cleans his own teeth or some DIY shit, Jeongguk had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loud and no, Tae, I’m not that talented.
Jeongguk likes nature and Taehyung. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is the favorite part of admiring the nature. In front of him is Taehyung holding his phone up, instructing him to move however he wants for at least ten seconds.
“Is that boomerang?” Jeongguk asks.
“No?”
“What is it.”
“You’ll see.” Taehyung says as he focused on the task at hand. Once he was done and satisfied with his take he pockets his phone and continues walking.
“You said I’ll see.” Jeongguk states as he catches up to Taehyung.
“I didn’t say you’ll see it now.” Taehyung says as if it was obvious, making Jeongguk frown at him playfully before letting it go for the meantime.
The two spent a good two hours at the garden museum, gushing over the different plants found both outdoors and the indoor portion of the museum. Taehyung takes photos of the things he likes - museums and Jeongguk.
“Do you think my jokes are appropriate for this place?” Taehyung asks.
Jeongguk looks around, noticing the varying age group in their surroundings. “There's a child on your far right. Just whisper them to me.” He laughs.
Jeongguk’s idea of a casual dinner is the ramen place not too far from Jeongguk’s home. Taehyung thinks it is not a coincidence once he knew where the other one lives. Not that he minds.
Taehyung learns that Jeongguk has a special ability to munch up bowls of ramen if he has the time and energy. He also learns he can see it live on the second date. Taehyungs heart was beating in his ass when he heard the other say that.
Jeongguk’s idea of a walk until they find a dessert is a walk down to a yogurt shop slightly further away from his apartment.
“Trying to ruin my teeth, sir?” Taehyung asks comically.
“Had to survive. It’s my job. And I get to see you come to my work.”
“I told you, Jeongguk, if you want to open my mouth you don’t need your dental things.” Jeongguk wouldn’t lie when he says he almost popped a boner in their little corner at the yogurt shop.
~ ~ ~
“Taehyung you need to stop bringing sweets here, you’re ruining our reputation.” Hyejin jokingly reprimands Taehyung as he walks in. “He’s finishing up the last person. “
“I’ll be in the pantry.” Taehyung points to the room.
The two got together literally right after the two went out to their second outing, which is basically at the digital museum and a run into the sweets shop beside the museum.
(“Jeongguk, I’m not airdropping you a dick pic in public.”)
“Taehyung, marry me.” Jeongguk asks. The two got drunk on a Saturday night at Jeongguk’s apartment after Taehyung got kicked out by Yoongi.
“Sorry. I’m a traditional guy. Hold my hand, first.” And Jeongguk did.
“Now I don’t marry a person if they’re not my boyfriend.”
“Be my boyfriend.”
“Okay.” Taehyung replies, finishing up his bottle.
“Good.” And the two fell asleep on the floor. When they woke up in the morning with stiff necks and an aching back, only Jeongguk has memories of what happened last night.
“Good afternoon, boyfriend.” Jeongguk says as he sat up, resting his back on the couch.
“Really?” Taehyung asks as he sat up, curious.
“Yeah. You want to?”
“Yeah sure.”
That same day, after the two cleaned up the mess, namely Jeongguk and Taehyung. Taehyung invited the other to his apartment for a change of scenery, Jeongguk. Live a little. Taehyung showed Jeongguk the animation he worked on one night when he stayed up to talk to the other on the phone.
The animation shows the video he took of Jeongguk at the garden museum, in full outline.
“An ass pic, really?” Jeongguk asks as he closed the door to the pantry.
“You asked me what I was doing.” Taehyung explains as if obvious. Which, it really is obvious.
“And you’re doing that?” Jeongguk says incredulously.
“You were talking too long to reply.” Taehyung shrugs.
~ ~ ~
Jeongguk ended up going to Taehyung’s apartment, with a promise of the chicken he brought and pasta that was cooking up in Taehyung’s chicken. The two had dinner in relative silence, with only the movie that was playing as they dined in front of the tv, and the occasional banter on the lead character. Taehyung craves for chocolate, and so the two found themselves in the sweets section of the supermarket ten minutes away from Taehyung’s apartment.
“Snickers or crunch?” Taehyung asked.
“Crunch.”
“That was a trick question. You’re supposed to tell me ‘whatever you want’ or ‘both’.” Taehyung huffs and Jeongguk snorts.
What was supposed to be just a run into the supermarket to get chocolates turned into a food fest, where they ended up buying popcorns and four seasons juice. Their little food fest then soon turned into a full-on grocery shopping as Taehyung remembered he is almost out of things for his apartment.
“Should we get whip cream?” Taehyung asked, stopping in front of the aisle, Jeongguk hitting his shoulders lightly to Taehyung’s as the other halted his steps unexpectedly.
“For what?”
“For when I suck your dick.”
The two ended up arguing over the bread section, fighting over the pre-made pizza dough. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk is being a killjoy. Jeongguk thinks Taehyung is high.
“Neither one of us got an oven.” Jeongguk told the other for the third time. Maybe fourth, he can’t remember already.
“If you let minor inconveniences stop you from achieving your dreams where would that get you?” Taehyung almost challenges.
And really, we’re doing this, Jeongguk thinks.
“Not having an oven is not a minor inconvenience. It’s a major one.” Jeongguk emphasizes the last part.
Taehyung eventually lets it go, for the meantime, but not without mumbling under his breath that I know someone with an oven. Jeongguk lets him sulk.
~ ~ ~
If their schedules allow them, Jeongguk would often wait for Taehyung to finish in his work and the two would meet at the cafe where they met coincidentally that one time. It is almost a tradition that they did not plan and just kind of happened. It started when the two would fall into a routine in meeting almost every Wednesday at the cafe as it was the only day that allows this to happen, with Jeongguk having a class to teach that doesn’t end until seven in the evening and Taehyung who leaves the office around the same time to meet the latter at the cafe, where they order their teas and go to the ramen place near Jeongguk’s flat.
There are also times when Taehyung or Jeongguk had to cancel last minute because of respective works. Whether it is Jeongguk having to grade papers and Taehyung finishing up a project. At times, the two makes it work by going to one another’s apartment, bringing their own works with them, Taehyung busying himself with his laptop and tablet and Jeongguk grading papers.
During these nights, Jeongguk mostly finishes up his work earlier than Taehyung, checking up on the latter, asking him to go to bed and Taehyung having to promise to follow him after five minutes, which never happens. Jeongguk would find Taehyung asleep at the sofa or the table, of sometimes at the dining table, half-filled coffee mug sitting beside his stuff at the table, and Jeongguk having to wake him up if Taehyung can or carry him to bed.
~ ~ ~
“I honestly think it’s a good business, regardless of the.... nature.” Taehyung reasons as he pats his thighs, signaling Jeongguk to lay down.
“Your kinks are not a good business.” Jeongguk lays down before continuing to talk. “The more I know about them the more I question this relationship.” He huffs as Taehyung manhandles his head.
The two were in the middle of putting on face masks and found themselves discussing face masks but for dicks, or as Taehyung dubbed it, dick masks. Taehyung continues to massage Jeongguk’s face while trying to think of ways to promote the dick masks.
Soon after Taehyung pats his shoulders, making him sit up, he gestures for Jeongguk to take his place so he can lay down on the older’s lap, the two switching positions. Jeongguk then does the same for Taehyung, patting the face mask on his face as it sets in.
~ ~ ~
The two lived together in one and a half year, just a month after they made it official. Taehyung boasts about the perks of it (which includes seeing Jeongguk’s bare ass every morning), and the privilege to be able to have an access to Jeongguk’s hidden stash of seaweed packs. All the sexy and cute aspects of living together after a month, when Jeongguk learned that Taehyung always forgets to close the toilet seat after use.
“It’s territorial rights, Jeongguk, you don’t know shit.” Taehyung reasons out one night as the two were preparing for bed.
“It’s nasty. If your toothbrush falls down the toilet I’m not telling you.” But Taehyung learns and promises to never do it again, only after their handsoap fell down the toilet. Taehyung also learned that Jeongguk washed underwears and socks together. They learned more about each other and had banters at some point, but they learned to compromise and be on the same level.
Now, what Taehyung doesn’t get is Jeongguk’s morning class. He told the older to tell the school to give him at least a period later and not the first-morning slot. However, when Jeongguk wakes up at six in the morning every Tuesday and Thursday for his class that goes until one in the afternoon for having to teach three consecutive classes of the same course, he doesn’t get how he also has to wake up courtesy of the loud ass alarm clock Jeongguk insisted they have on both of their phones.
At times, Taehyung wakes up as the alarm blared throughout their room and Jeongguk would be oblivious to the wailing sound. He shrugs the latter by the shoulder or that one or three times he woke up before Jeongguk and seeing his bare ass under the covers as the latter laid on his stomach. Apparently, pinching his ass checks couldn’t wake him up and Taehyung had to (I really had to, you won’t wake up, I thought you’re dead) bite Jeongguk’s ass cheek, making him jolt in pain and surprise. Jeongguk ended up waking up and going to his classes with a bruised ass cheek.
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TITLE: life’s no fun without a good scare
Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss
Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk)
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3,825
Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Use of green jokes but no actual smut
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Summary: “Is your asthma really that bad, like all the time?” He asks, curious.
“I’m a virgin with asthma.” Taehyung bit back with a straight face.
“Really?” Jeongguk’s eyes widened almost innocently.
“I’m joking I suck dicks in my sleep but if I do it too much I might die from asphyxiation.” Taehyung explains almost seriously.
or that halloween au based on the prompt where Taehyung was dared to go to a horror house alone and he honestly hates horror houses and Jeongguk is that one fucking annoying scare-person that scared the fuck out of him and ended up breaking character to comfort Taehyung
Taehyung hates heights, haunted houses and his friends. Taehyung also hates when his friends make him go to haunted houses. He hates when he’s someone who can’t say no to people. He’s not a person who is easily a people pleaser. He just doesn’t know how to say ‘no’. He also hates how he ended up at the entrance of the haunted house, other customers and carnival goers passing him by. In his defense, he’s trying to plot the run he should make to make it to the end, fast.
Taehyung can hear the screams of the ones who went in before him, and he’s trying to picture in his head the workers dressed up to scare customers to their wits, making them scream.
Taehyung counted to ten, breathed in and out and tried to tell himself not to be scared as it will only worsen his case. He starts walking and he did a good job not being startled that much by the popping up head from the right that welcomes the customers. He continues walking and notices a couple of turns, doors, windows and short stairs and elevated platforms. Five minutes in and Taehyung is already judging the interior of the haunted house. Sue him for being an interior design major. And who the fuck puts stairs in haunted houses, assholes.
Taehyung keeps walking, with his hands intertwined in front of him like vines. The sound effects being played in the haunted house adds to the eerie environment of the place, adding chills and making Taehyung want to run back out.
Taehyung is almost here he’s halfway there because he can hear the opening and slamming of the door and the sounds from the outside and people laughing. His relief cuts short when someone suddenly grabs his ankle, making him jump, which is an understatement as he was sure he levitated. Taehyung screamed a “fuck you” to whoever it is because honestly, who paid someone to grab ankles for more than five seconds?
He kicked his foot that was locked in place by the wrists wrapped around it. At this point, he doesn’t care if he hurt the person. He just wants to leave. Taehyung also thinks that his planet is in retrograde as someone tapped his shoulder, making him scream as soon as he turned a corner and he can see the lady dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood starting to approach him in a manner that’s sinister.
Taehyung started to feel his asthma attack, his chest feeling tight and the air inside the museum not being enough for him to breathe properly. It soon dawned on him that his bag was outside, with his friends and his inhaler was somewhere in the pockets of the said bag. Taehyung thinks dying inside a haunted house is something he doesn’t deserve and wouldn’t look good in his part and for the reputation of the haunted house. Quite ironic to think the management doesn’t need to hire an additional scare actor as they already have a ghost — Taehyung’s ghost.
“Hey are you okay?” Someone asks. Taehyung doesn’t have time to see who dared stop in the middle of the haunted house just to help a stranger with asthma. He starts walking slowly with his hand in his chest and sat down when he got a bit dizzy. “You’re not okay. Are you asthmatic?” The stranger asked again.
Taehyung took the time to turn around and saw a figure with a very gross and greatly done prosthetics, making him jump in shock, sit beside him with one hand fanning Taehyung to provide a bit of air and the other one on his back to soothe him. Taehyung realized that the stranger must be someone who works inside the haunted house.
The man with gross gnash on his face realized that he has his costume on and starts peeling off the mask. “Let me help you, okay?” He gently said, and Taehyung nodded. The man brought him up by his waist and guided him towards the exit. However, as they neared the door, there was another one on the left and they head towards it instead. Taehyung thinks he’s being kidnapped.
“Stay here I’m going to get you a paper bag.” He instructed and helped Taehyung sit on the sofa. As promised he found a paper bag at the cupboards, one that’s clean enough for Taehyung to breathe in. He quickly hands it to Taehyung and helped him breathe in and out of the paper bag. Once situated, he went to fetch a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and sat it in front of Taehyung.
Taehyung has always had asthma since he was young, which only got worse as he grew up. The all too familiar meds he needed to take has always been a part of his routine, tucked away in his bag, along with his inhaler.
“Can you breathe now?” He asked cautiously.
“A bit. Thank you.” Taehyung looks up, managing to smile a bit.
“Why did you enter a haunted house if you have asthma?” The man asked, hesitantly.
“I was forced into it.”
The two sat there for minutes, the stranger gazing at Taehyung to see his condition. Taehyung wondered if the man got no job to return to, like scaring the fuck out of people outside. When Taehyung thinks he can stand independently without being woozy and dizzy for five seconds, he started to walk towards the door.
“I should probably get to my friends.” He pointed towards the door.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Get well.” The man stuttered, and Taehyung offers a tight lip smile. “I should help you out.”
Taehyung nodded and followed the stranger towards the exit to make sure he gets out just fine without someone scaring the fuck out of him. He continues walking, his eyes wandering around the exit to look for his friends. His steps were halted when the stranger-ghost-dude who helped him inside the haunted house tapped his shoulder, not knowing how to call out to him and catch his attention.
“Uh... you forgot this.” The said stranger handed him a new small paper bag, the same as the one he used inside the room as a substitute for a proper equipment for asthma attacks. Without even having the chance to voice out his appreciation and gratefulness, the stranger turned around and went back inside the haunted house which he assumes is to continue his duty before he got interrupted by Taehyung’s malfunctioning lungs and maybe because of the side-eye he was getting from the employee manning the exit booth and some visitors near the exit.
“I know you have a really bad sense of direction but taking an hour inside a haunted house is too much.” Yoongi tells him and he glares at him in return.
“They give free paper bags inside?” Seokjin eyes the unused paper bag he’s holding.
Later that night Taehyung discovers a handwriting sprawled on the other side of the paper bag,
Hi asthma boy,
Hope you feel better soon. Let me know, please?
+ 0373 828 289
Forever sorry for scaring you,
Jeongguk
The paper bag may have been hidden inside Taehyung’s bedside drawer and not serve its purpose as a breathing bag but it’s okay. The note he found in the paper bag put a name to the face of the stranger-ghost-dude.
Taehyung convinced himself that texting Jeongguk would be too soon, but he owes it to the person after he helped Taehyung.
Thank you.
~ asthma boy
~~~
The next time the two met under a different circumstance and without the slightly hideous and quite scary costume and makeup covering Jeongguk and Taehyung’s asthma attack, Jeongguk was having his lunch at the mall near his law firm internship building. He was supposed to meet Hoseok for the older to pay him back for making him take up a one day fill at the haunted house for a friend of Hoseok, but the older canceled last minute due to a sudden shift at the hospital where he works as an intern.
Taehyung was browsing through the supply center for materials he needed for a new project due in three weeks. Taehyung considered having lunch and take a break from looking for more supplies and design materials, but he needed to be back in his storm that turns into a working area at times like this before his shift at the bakery near the campus. Taehyung thought about and was convinced by his friends to drop his job for the meantime to focus on his last year or to lay low, but he insisted, knowing he needed the income to keep coming through to be able to afford his two to three meals a day and his course materials.
There is only one thing left in Taehyung’s list that he can’t seem to find in this whole damn mall that he considered having his lunch, so Taehyung found himself at the sub-par Japanese fast food chain five stores down the one he was in.
“Asthma boy?” Taehyung whips around at the name, before back-tracking because, am I the only one called asthma boy? He need not to, as the man on the line beside him is already looking at him expectantly.
“Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk breathed out a sigh in relief. He was kind of hoping the other would remember him after their quite memorable meeting inside the haunted house. “Just me.” He smiles.
“Do you stalk people with asthma after you cause their asthma attack?” Taehyung jokes. The line they are in moves quite slowly, caused by the packed mall and the fast food for lunch hours.
“Depends. You forgot something.” Says Jeongguk.
“Really, what is it? “ Taehyung asks, almost alarmed.
“You forgot to give me your name.” Jeongguk actually pout and Taehyung huffs out a giggle.
“I’m Taehyung.”
You look like you’re seconds away from having another one because of the stuff you have with you.” Jeongguk eyes the materials, some poking out of shopping bags.
Jeongguk got to order first, the person in front of Taehyung taking too long to decide whether to get the bento or not and Taehyung just wants his maki and tempura. After Jeongguk ordered, he side-stepped away from his counter, standing closer to Taehyung. “Do you mind sharing a table? And Taehyung shakes his head no.
“You’re in uni?” Jeongguk ashed after they settled down at a table for four, to accommodate the two of them and Taehyung’s materials without being too crowded.
“Graduating. You work near here?”
“I’m an intern at the law firm two blocks down this mall.”
“So why is a future lawyer dressed in gory costume with bloodied hands and face in a haunted house scaring people?” Taehyung jokingly inquires making Jeongguk laugh, with his two front teeth sticking out. Taehyung thinks he’s too adorable to be scary looking in broad daylight.
“Had to do someone a favor.” He pondered. “Is your asthma really that bad, like all the time?” He asks, curious.
“I’m a virgin with asthma.” Taehyung bit back with a straight face.
“Really?” Jeongguk’s eyes widened almost innocently.
“I’m joking I suck dicks in my sleep but if I do it too much I might die from asphyxiation.” Taehyung explains almost seriously.
The two finished lunch in relative comfort, almost like they knew each other and did not meet under a circumstance set in a haunted house. Taehyung learned that Jeongguk is taking pre-law and he’s also graduating soon. He learned that he took on a pre-law major instead as he figured he wanted to explore international relations and maybe planning a master and law. Taehyung learned that Jeongguk is finishing up his studies at the campus a train ride away from his. He also learned Jeongguk takes some jokes seriously, his last ‘virgin with asthma’ joke, a classic, being too much for him.
Jeongguk learns that Taehyung is majoring in Interior Design and he’s finishing up his thesis and graduate in three months. He learned about Taehyung’s asthma, his habits and things he likes to do when he’s not slaving away for some programs and finishing up plates and the occasional essays. Jeongguk learned that Taehyung gets scared easily, which is ironic for someone who entered a haunted house alone and Taehyung went in a defensive mode, ranting about how he was forced into it.
Jeongguk offered to helped Taehyung with his materials at least to the nearest bus stop, as he needed to go back to the office before lunch break ends, which is in ten minutes. Taehyung assured him that it’s okay, he can manage, but Jeongguk seriously said he’s worried the other might get an asthma attack and there’s no one to help him. In the end, Taehyung won the argument by promising to text the other if he makes it to the campus without using his inhaler. Before they left the table, Jeongguk went up to the counter and asked for a small paper bag, fishing the pen he keeps in his pocket, scribbling down on the paper bag, before folding it in two and extending his hand to Taehyung, signaling him to take it. Jeongguk bids goodbye and a see you soon because he really needed to go back to the office and Taehyung waves, smiling up at him.
Before he left, he unfolded the paper bag, seeing the words and the familiar handwriting he’d like to be acquainted more with.
Hi Taehyung,
Add this to your collection. Let me know if you make it
to the campus without using it, but feel free to do so if
you need to.
See you soon,
Jeongguk
~~~
“So he gives paper bags with notes?” Yoongi asks, referring to the ones sitting peacefully inside Taehyung’s bedside desk,
“It’s cute. It has notes, hyung. Notes.” Taehyung huffs.
He doesn’t actually plan to tell his friends about his potential flirting buddy but Yoongi raided his dorm room to find a pair of scissors for who knows what and Taehyung wonders why the older doesn’t have one in his dorm room. The older kept on opening and closing all possible places where Taehyung could hide a pair of scissors, even opting to open Taehyung’s secret stash of flavored lubes but he luckily managed to stop the older. The older then opened his drawer and rummaged under the paper bags, the handwritings catching his attention, resulting into their current topic: is writing ‘cute’ letters (courtesy of Taehyung’s description, not Yoongi) the new standard?)
Taehyung’s roommate, Seokjin who was busy packing up his shit as he is graduating a term earlier than Taehyung, barges into his dorm room with the two in the middle of a debate and eventually falls into the debate, still on the same topic.
“Again, the bar is on the floor.” Yoongi fake gags/
“The only bar that will only be on the floor is when I smash your sex toy bar.” Taehyung warns.
“I don’t care, that wasn’t mine. I don’t have one.” Yoongi convinces with a wave of his hand.
Seokjin eventually had to see the said paper bags and reading the letters and throws it at Taehyung after reading them.
“He called you asthma boy!” He yells.
“You forced me into the haunted house.” He reminds the two older men in the room.
“He wants to be your caretaker. A nurse. Not your boyfriend.” Yoongi laughs and Taehyung snatches the paper bag and hides them inside the drawer, in their original hiding place.
With the piles of work from thesis and internship and income-generating jobs, the two have not seen each other since their impromptu lunch. They exchanged messages from time to time, often planning to meet up if time allows, but most of the time, one of the two to cancel last minute due to a sudden workload. Like the one time, Taehyung fell asleep after a quick nap when he finished his task for the day, finishing up his thesis, but his quick nap turned into a full-on sleep. He had to text Jeongguk an hour later when he was already an hour late that he fell asleep and he was really sorry, and an ‘I’ll make it up to you.
Jeongguk assured him that it’s fine and he had to be called in again by a friend for another favor involving a certain costume and makeup and a haunted house. Taehyung said to scare people for him, instead. Jeongguk may or may not have stayed at home the whole time, smiling down at his phone like a dumb fuck.
The next time they were supposed to go out, they were already together. They met up halfway near the campus to get lunch before the afternoon classes. The two were in line to order together when Jeongguk got a call from his supervisor if he can make his way to the office before one in the afternoon to fix some paper work he needed by two. Jeongguk couldn’t say no but he also can’t forget the understanding look in Taehyung’s eyes when he explained why needed to leave.
Taehyung also convinced him to have his lunch to go instead, the same as Taehyung so he can take it with him to the office. Before Jeongguk left, he grabbed the paper bag containing Taehyungs lunch, before scribbling down quickly. He handed it back to Taehyung and insisted that he walks him to the bus stop back to his campus. Taehyung quickly gives Jeongguk a tight hug before stepping on the bus and a wave. He remembers Jeongguk wrote something on his paper bag and took a glance, seeing his quite scribbly handwriting due to his rush but still he managed to read and love his words just as much.
Taehyungie,
I’m sorry. Txt me your address?
, jeongguk
Taehyung sleeps like a log. He sleeps through knocks on the door, his alarm at times when he’s sleep deprived, a phone call, or a tap on the shoulder. In his defense, thesis deprives him of his much-needed sleep, so he gets them when he can. Taehyung wakes up, not because of the quiet taps with intervals on his door, or his phone occasionally ringing when someone (read: Jeongguk) calls him, or the rapid text in succession he’s receiving for the past twenty minutes. When he sleeps at noon, he usually wakes up by eight in the evening, if he’s feeling particularly recharged or a task has been bugging him, or not at all.
Jeongguk who was sitting outside of his dorm room for the past twenty minutes was lucky enough that this is one of those days that Taehyung wakes up. The latter texted him his address as promised sometime in the afternoon after their lunch was cut off. Taehyung asked him what it for was and Jeongguk did not reply, being busy with the paper works he needed to tend to, making him have his lunch cold and late.
There are also times when Taehyung forgets to check his phone, or forgets he has a phone at times. But Jeongguk is lucky that this isn’t one of those days. Soon he hears a loud thud from inside the room and a set of slim doors slamming before the front door opened with a certain Taehyung limping with his slippers slightly off his feet and disheveled hair and puffy face.
“I brought you dinner.” Jeongguk smiles.
Taehyung smiled back, fully awake and mushy and he thinks Yoongi and Seokjin should see this/ See what he’s talking about, so they can stop telling him that he has been getting the bare minimum, although Taehyung likes to think that is how the two acts around romantic situations and scenarios.
“I didn’t know your preference actually, so I brought garlic bread, strawberries, Nutella and corn muffins.” Taehyung stared in awe at the enormous servings in front of him. The food Jeongguk brought is surely not from one store, contained by different containers and Taehyung hoped Jeongguk did not walk around looking for each of them, although he knows exactly where he got the strawberries. Taehyung gets them from the supermarket across his dorm. “If you don’t like it we can order in?” Jeongguk asks hesitantly when Taehyung continued to stare at him.
“I love strawberries. I like it. Thank you.” Taehyung dives for the strawberries, popping them in his mouth.
The two learned more about each other. Jeongguk learned about Taehyung’s collection of astronomy books, his wide knowledge of conspiracy theories, and his secret stash of lubes. He learned about Taehyung’s family, his friends (Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung who dated before, but they decided to be friends again because they forgot they’re dating). Taehyung learned that Jeongguk doesn’t drink coffee and he knows a thing or two about serial killers. He learned that Jeongguk almost went into an art school, and he has paintings in his apartment (and he sold one of them online). Jeongguk learned that Taehyung liked cuddles, liked being trapped in a hug and random kisses. Taehyung learned Jeongguk liked giving it to him, learned his soft lips go well with his.
~~~
Taehyung always wakes up before Jeongguk whenever one of them sleeps over, seemingly not being able to wear off waking up early as a student even after he graduated. The two made it official after many dinner dates or just casual outings (they figured lunch is not the best time to meet with their schedules, even after graduating). They talked about how they can manage it with their schedule, promising to see each other at least once a week if it gets really busy, with Taehyung landing a job with a known company that really keeps him busy and Jeongguk going straight back to school to take on law.
Usually weekends let them sleep over at each other’s apartments, Taehyung most of the time visits Jeongguk after working hours, to see how the other was doing under the thick books and draining classes. Taehyung graduated a month earlier than Jeongguk, and the latter followed suit. They were at each other’s graduation ceremony, respectively meeting each other’s families. Taehyung’s younger sister, a little six years old with full bangs and soft hair too attached to Jeongguk that day and Taehyung already has a mother-son relationship with Jeongguk’s mother.
Taehyung loves Jeongguk, loves everything about Jeongguk, and still hates haunted houses. Taehyung also hates the combination of Jeongguk and haunted houses. The latter’s plan for a celebration for their six-month mark was to go to a haunted house.
“I’m there Tae, if you get an asthma attack I’ll be there.” Taehyung might swoon if only Jeongguk doesn’t look annoyingly convincing and conniving.
“That’s really not the point.” He says for maybe the third time that night.
They ended up going to the haunted house, and Taehyung ended up stepping on Jeongguk and probably elbowed him. But it's okay. Everything's okay.
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Prompt: Strangers!AU: You hooked up with a hot guy named Hobi at your best friend's birthday last night. The next morning you realize he's also her little brother Hoseok.
You love all things organizing, decision-making; the works.
But you don’t love stress.
What your best friend’s boyfriend is giving you now reads along the lines of stress.
[New Message]
I’m sorry my advisor wanted to reschedule our meeting to today.
Forgive me!!!!
I PROMISE I HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO IT DON'T WORRY
You reread the message again before typing back a I will cut your balls off
He replies a I AM REALLY SORRY , followed by a series of hand emojis that you surely know is supposed to be depicting two hands clapping and not to be mistaken as a begging emoji but you let it go.
There are more important things that need your attention.
Like the cake that will apparently just appear later at the surprise party from someone you don’t know and forgot to ask among other things, like organizing the whole party for your best friend.
In their defense, Jiwoo’s boyfriend volunteered to get the cake at least, saying he does not have a bone in his body that is inclined in organizing and left that part of the party to you.
Everything is out of the window now that he had a meeting and would not be able to get the cake in one piece himself on time to the party.
Plans changed and so has your level of patience.
╫
The plan should go like this; let Jiwoo be distracted on her own knowing, that putting someone else for that task will only make it obvious that something is up, meet on the apartment and put up the decorations with Hana as fast as you can before Jiwoo gets back for your ‘planned small get together for the three of you’.
You are currently working on the two-toned tassel garlands that're too slippery to come together when Hana pads into the living room. “The cake is here, Hope said he’ll be back with the pizza.” You hum in acknowledgement, although you do not know who Hope is.
Twenty minutes later with everything set up, you try to have a sip of water when your phone pings.
[New Message]
You’re at the apartment? Can you take out the chicken pops from the fridge so I can cook it when I get there hehe
You reply a quick yes and think to yourself sorry, no chicken lollipops today
After a few minutes of checking and finalizing the place, the lock from the main door beeps, signaling that it’s unlocked. Like clockwork you and Hana stare at each other, eyes wide, before she runs to where the light switch would be and quickly turns it off, engulfing the room in an almost pitch dark black just before the door fully opens.
╫
If success is measured by the surprise on Jiwoo’s face, you’d say you did, a hundred percent. Greetings and loves are passed around, pictures are taken and the party is now in full swing.
The preparations tired you out and you end up sitting down by the window that overlooks the back garden, a cup of soda in your hand. Jiwoo and her boyfriend are within your range for now and every time he catches your eye he sends you a sheepish smile and apologies come off of him in airwaves.
You decided to sneak off to the kitchen with a slice of the cake and another glass of soda and get back to your spot on the window as fast as possible.
“Is it good?” You hear a voice not too far from you.
You look at the stranger and assess him, quickly realizing you have not seen the man before as you don't recognize him.
To his credit, he looks handsome in a simple oversized black shirt and jeans, his head covered in a black bucket hat that adorably covers his head perfectly, little hairs peeking out from under it.
“Sorry?” You answer back, unsure.
“Is the cake good?” He repeats.
“Oh yes. Would you like some?” You try to be nice and offer your piece, tilting the plate towards him as he rests on the wall in front of you.
“Thank you, maybe later.” He smiles. “I’m Hoseok.” He introduces himself and you do the same, shaking his hands.
“So are you not in the mood for people? Or…” He trails off and you don’t expect him to stay longer. Not that you mind the company but you had the impression that he was only going to stay to make a small talk to avoid coming off as rude.
“The party just drained me out. And I wanted to have cake in peace.” You explained, tilting your head back as you remember the hecticity of the day.
“Oh you came with Hana, then?” Hoseok asks.
“Yep!” You reply and down the rest of your soda.
“How about we get another piece of cake and soda, and hide somewhere nicer?” He asks, shifting off of his feet.
“Sure.” You smile at him and he leads you back to the kitchen. As Hoseok is slicing the cake for the two of you, Hana comes in skipping into the kitchen. Clearly the alcohol has hit her, considering her face has become red and her hair is almost at rest with what probably is the heat and sweat coming off of her body. Hana comes and wraps two arms around you, swaying you both from right to left before doing the same to Hoseok.
You don't know how the two knew each other and just laugh at Hana’s antics.
“Go away, Hana, you’re drunk.” You shout over the loud music hoping it reaches Hana’s ears but to no avail, the black haired girl just continues her skipping out of the kitchen the same way she entered the room.
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Cake and Soda acquired, Hoseok leads you to the guest bedroom that is surprisingly empty. The two of you sit on the floor by the bed, sharing the cake between you. You have been sharing small talk and stories to entertain yourselves.
“I just realized something.” You stop after you hurriedly swallow down the cake, fork midway in the air as you speak. “You’re Hope.” You point the fork towards Hoseok, your tone almost accusatory.
“I am Hope.” Hoseok nods as if the fact is obvious. It’s not for you, apparently.
“Yes you are.” You continue to prod, eyes wide. You realize it as you eat the cake, remembering how Hana has mentioned a certain ‘Hope’ who apparently is about to get the cake instead. You also remember how Hoseok said thank you when you said the cake was delicious.
Hoseok was Hope.
Hoseok was giggling at your serious internal monologue while your brain surely creates an unwarranted mind map between the two names and one person.
“Are you drunk?” Hoseok jokes and you take another bite of the cake and scowl at him. “Speaking of drinks, would you like another glass, I’ll get myself one.” He stands and looks down to where you stay seated, you shake your head and wave your hand to signal him a ‘no, thank you’ before he replies, “Please wait here, I’ll be right back”, and goes his way to the door.
Hoseok stops midway before turning around to go back to you. “Just in case you need to leave and couldn’t wait until I get back,” he pecks you on the lips fast before sprinting towards the door, hoping that being fast would somehow make you stay inside the room.
After a short while, the door opens again and peeks into the room, his face contorted into what shows curiosity before relief washes over him as he sees you still seated on where he last saw you.
“I’m still here.” You wave to him, eyes following his form as he takes his seat again, drink in his hand.
“So, that kiss was like uhm, a deposit.” He clears his throat, eyes searching yours. “I’d like to claim it back, if you wish.” He grins sheepishly and you tip your head back laughing. You shift to your knees, supporting yourself on one hand with the other cupping his face, as you do exactly what he did just moments ago.
When you pull away, he tilts his head back and groans, taking off his jacket.
“What?” You ask, giggling.
“I think it got hotter in here, I don’t know.” He fans himself before he sighs and retreats with his back on the floor, completely laying down making you laugh.
“I think you’re fine, Hoseok.” You laugh, moving to sit near him on the floor before copying his position on the floor and shifting to your side, body turned to him.
“The floor is stiff on my back.” You whisper, shifting on your place as you try to find a comfortable position.
“I like your thinking.” He appraises before he stands up with ease and turns back to you. He stretches out two hands and pulls you up as you reach up to him.
You notice he used more force, not too hard but enough to have your chest press to his once you’re completely up on your feet. As you reach him, he keeps you in place with a hand on your hips, pressing his lips to yours softly, as if not to surprise you.
He pulls away, not leaving too much space between you but enough to allow you to pull back completely if you wish. When he sees no refusal from you, he tilts his head to the side and slots your slips together, this time more firm. You place your hands around his shoulders, your left hand tracing the hair at the back of his head.
You pull away to drag him into bed, your back turned to him but he takes the opportunity to take steps closer into you, crowding into your space. With his chest pressed to your back, he nuzzles into your neck, his hands softly caressing your arms.
You giggle as you lean back to him, “I tickles.” you tell him as you sit on the bed, pulling him towards you and he mutters a little ‘sorry’ although the smile on his face tells otherwise.
“No you’re not.” You huff, he continues to crowd into your face until your back is on the bed and he’s hovering over you.
“Hm. I like this.” He lightly tugs your off-shoulder yellow top, peering down at you. “It’s my favorite color.”
“Is it? Lucky for you I match everything.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.
He groans and he continues mouthing at your collarbones exposed to him, your body moving with your laughs.
“Let me know when to stop.” He whispers to your ear and you felt ticklish with his breath hitting your skin.
“Eyes up.” You tilt his chin and catch his eyes, slowly he untugs the strings that keep your skirt secured and pulls it down altogether, you assist him without much movement from the two of you.
You pull him closer and kiss him again, tugging his jeans and he pulls away to get it off before returning to his previous position. His eyes never leave yours through the whole accord.
With your senses heightened, you are both hyper aware of your actions and each touch the both of you leave on each other’s has only left you both feeling the hair on your skin rise.
“Still not looking.” He whispers to your lips before slotting them back together, his right hand tracing your hip bones, fingers ghosting over where the line of your underwear rests.
It’s obvious he is trying to get consent even after he’s told you to let him know when to stop. It’s in his looks as he catches your eyes for a few seconds before continuing with what he is about to do next.
He pulls away and grabs something a few steps from the bed. “I’ve felt that I would need this today.” He smiles, in his hands a packet of condoms and lube, before slotting in between your legs only this time, his face is not as close to yours as before.
He softly traces your stomach with gentle fingers, following his own traces with his lips. He continues his movements until he’s mouthing at the waistbands of your underwear, his left hand fumbling with it.
He pulls it off, his fingers trailing after as it runs down your legs. He continues with his ministrations with his hands on your thighs, his presence felt everywhere on your skin. When he gets back up to level his face with yours, he presses his hips to yours and you rest both hands on his hips, tugging on his boxers.
Off it goes and he wraps both of your legs around his waist, at least one hand never leaving your thighs, his lips never leaving yours.
“Ready?” He scans your face for any discomfort and your heart swoons.
A handsome and respectful man? Your heart swelled. .
His hands move with confidence but prove to be gentle as he holds your hips and lines himself up with you.
“Fuck.” He mutters as he slowly eases in, mouth pressed to yours.
You try to not crush him in between your legs as you feel yourself become putty each time he moves, but it proves to be difficult when he moves with practiced ease. He knows how to activate your senses and which actions and movements he could do, sometimes in between intervals and at times a meddling of the two.
You feel yourself sag down onto the bed, his hips continuing his movements, providing you with much pleasure.
Reaching the climax, your legs clamp up on his hips from where it rested on his hide and your arms smoothing down the expanse of his back, unable to apply much pressure as the relief washes over you.
He follows suit, pulling your hips closer to his and stays pressed to each other for a second, before he lets you down gently.
You stay still and connected for a little while, basking in the aftermath of your pleasures. When Hoseok regains his strength and senses, he helps you rest down your thighs to where you would be more comfortable, gentle hands guiding you.
Swoon.
He presses soft kisses to your forehead as you cool down, and quickly finds the thin blanket to cover your body, his eyes never leaving your face.
Soon you feel yourself slowly regain your strength as well. You sit up, holding the blanket to your chest and pick off the underwear from where it was thrown to the edge of the bed. Hoseok gives you privacy as he sits on the other side of the bed, already dressed in everything except for his shoes and his black shirt, back turned to you.
You quickly dress and smooth your hair down from where it was messily tied up.
Your phone buzzes from where you left it on the floor with a text from Hana telling you that she left the place already.
“I think I’m gonna head out.” You say as you stand in front of him.
“Let me get you a ride.” He stands up and you move to the side as he quickly dresses into his shirt and slips into his shoes, leading you back down to where some people, although a little less compared to what they left off a while ago, are still up and drinking.
“I’d drive you, but…” He trails, pertaining to the alcohol he has in his system.
“It’s ok. I can handle myself.” You look up to him and he laughs.
“I know you can. Let me know when you get home.” He says. He gives you a quick peck just before you jog over to where the car was waiting for you.
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To: Hoseok
I got home safe, thank you!
From: Hoseok
That’s good. Would you be free for a late breakfast tomorrow?
To: Hoseok
If I wake up before that, yes
From:
Nice. Good night :)
To: Hoseok
Night, Hope!!!
╫
You do wake up before lunch time. Actually, you wake up way earlier than you should have considering you got home at two in the morning and went to bed at least thirty minutes after.
You contemplate what time to send a text to Hoseok about your meet up when your phone vibrates with a message from another person.
From: Jiwoo
You left your subway card here!!!
Come get it and I’ll make you breakfast <3
You read the message and sigh. Maybe the late breakfast will be postponed. You text Hoseok informing him that your best friend needs you this morning and ask for a rain check. Thankfully, the nice man takes it well and lets you off easily.
An hour and a half later, you arrive at Jiwoo’s, “Come with me to my room and help me.” She pulls you to the direction of her bedroom. When you get there she hands you the card you apparently left behind.
When you are done helping Jiwoo with an inexistent problem, you come out of the bedroom first while she follows suit, ranting about the mess the party made last night. You hear the door to the guest bedroom open and you stop on your tracks when you look up to the person in front of you, Jiwoo almost knocking on your back on your abrupt stop.
It’s the handsome and respectful guy from last night. Your late breakfast buddy.
Hoseok reacts better than you, face alight with recognition, “Hey!” He greets you and his eyes switch back and forth between you and Jiwoo.
“Oh? You know each other?” Jiwoo takes over and walks in front of you. You follow on autopilot and Hoseok trails behind you.
“Yep.” Hoseok answers.
Yes, if a one night stand counts as ‘knowing each other’.
“Yep. He brought the cake over.” You reply, sitting down on the dinner table.
“Ah, I’ve heard of that from Sowon. He said he was supposed to bring the cake but he had a surprise meeting and he texted my brother instead. Right, Hoseokie?” Jiwoo explains, biting off an apple slice.
Brother? Stress on the question mark.
Jiwoo and Hoseok are related.
Jiwoo and Hoseok are actual siblings.
Jiwoo and Hoseok actually do look like each other if only my brain functioned enough last night.
Your eyes move from Jiwoo to Hoseok, the latter at ease from his seat as if the situation does not bother him as it did to you. It probably doesn’t.
“I think I left my phone in your room.” You say and retreat back upstairs. If they see your phone peeking out from your back pocket, they don’t say anything.
╫
To: Hoseok
I DID NOT KNOW
??????
From: Hoseok
Sorry??
Do you guys like have some sort of rule or something…
To: Hoseok
It does not exist just like my dignity.
From: Hoseok
Come back here already
Jiwoo’s chill dw
To: Hoseok
…
╫
The breakfast went as smoothly as it could. You laughed over and over, enjoying Hoseok's company. Although, it was mostly Hoseok laughing at your despair as you recount the morning you found out Jiwoo and the embodiment of the man of your current dreams are blood-related.
The late breakfast was only a one time thing, with you having research during normal hours and Hoseok balancing a masters and a dance class with his time. You meet on nights your free time would be fitting with his, and on the weekends you get to do more and spend more time, most of it spent with Jiwoo at her apartment. That's when you realize Jiwoo would actually be chill with the whole thing.
Well- Jiwoo was chill with it until she found out that you actually did sleep over at her apartment, seeing you sleeping peacefully with Hoseok cuddled behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.
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