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hungline · 6 years ago

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pairing: junkook (junhui x jeongguk) genre: fluff, smut, established relationship au, rated e warnings: explicit sexual content, sex toys, anal sex, mentioned oral sex, hair-pulling, mild spanking a/n: @bambambams wanted junkook to be a thing, so i made it a THING!! words: 1310

summary: They're finally trying out the new toy they got for their last anniversary and both Junhui and Jeongguk find that it's very much to their liking.

⇢ part two of double the sub

Junhui almost forgets that there's a vibrator in his ass until Jeongguk presses a button on the remote in his hand and it's suddenly very hard to ignore.

He cries out a broken moan, his thighs shaking as the toy vibrates against his prostate, sending vibrations all throughout his body. Jeongguk whines as well, his ass feeling the vibrations from where Junhui is buried deep within him, and Junhui presses his face into Jeongguk's collarbones to muffle his groan.

"H-hyung," Jeongguk murmurs when he works his hips down, trying to establish a rhythm once more. "Please, m-move."

Junhui nods dumbly into his clavicle, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's waist as he begins to move in earnest. "Okay. Okay. I got you, Gukkie. I got y-you."

His voice is shaking almost as much as his thighs are, but Junhui is a good hyung, even if the term is still a little new to him. He's a good hyung. Especially for Jeongguk.

The elder shifts on the mattress, spreading his legs out farther before he plants his feet on the bed and drives himself deep into the younger man sitting on his lap. It's Jeongguk's turn to cry out as Junhui's hips piston into him, pushing himself even deeper into Jeongguk's welcoming heat.

The day had started as any other. Jeongguk had sucked Junhui off before they left for work. They called each other during their lunch breaks and while Junhui went off to the grocery store to restock their pantry and fridge, Jeongguk headed off towards the gym before coming home to Junhui cooking dinner. They'd kissed hello and Junhui turned off the stove so he could join Jeongguk in the shower where he returned the favor from that morning.

After showering, they cooked the rest of their dinner and sat down to eat it on the couch, watching some rom-com that Mingyu had recommended, but neither had found it to their tastes. Still, they watched it as they ate, cringing at all the lame attempts at jokes before, finally, Jeongguk put on Iron Man and they were saved from boredom during dinner.

They cleaned up afterward, Jeongguk washing the dishes as Junhui started the laundry and once they'd swept, mopped, and vacuumed, Junhui pushed Jeongguk up against the wall and kissed him breathless. They stumbled towards their bedroom where Junhui prepped Jeongguk with three lube-slicked fingers and Jeongguk busied himself with reading the instruction manual for the new toy they'd bought on their last anniversary.

Junhui is excited to be the first one to try out their new toy because he can tell with certainty that it works splendidly and the three vibration settings are definitely worth every penny they spent on this. It's quickly become a new favorite of Junhui's as his entire body trembles as Jeongguk ups the intensity, pausing to catch his breath. The elder falls back onto the pillows, giving himself up to the pleasure of it all and Jeongguk watches him, marveling at just how beautiful Junhui is when he's completely and utterly wrecked.

Jeongguk unexpectedly swoops down to kiss him, stealing Junhui's very breath as their tongues tangle together. Junhui responds to the kiss with enthusiasm, one hand reaching up to fist into Jeongguk's hair before he tugs on the strands and relishes in the groan Jeongguk lets out as his head is tipped back and away from Junhui. Their kiss is promptly broken then as Junhui lets his lips roam where they may, taking great care to leave little love bites on Jeongguk's throat where anybody would be able to see them. Jeongguk welcomes it, arching himself into Junhui's hold as he ups the intensity as high as it'll go, smiling to himself as Junhui begins to cry.

Big fat tears pool in his eyes and Jeongguk kisses them away, pushing himself up so that he can press his hands into Junhui's chest and fuck himself back on Junhui's cock. Junhui can only manage to grip onto Jeongguk's thighs as the younger moves, still crying as he stares up at his lover.

His orgasm is close, but Junhui has excellent control and can hold off for as long as he needs to until Jeongguk is close as well. Jeongguk, though knowing this, takes his sweet time, purposely teasing Junhui as he works his hips down.

Junhui growls, frustrated, and claps a hand on Jeongguk's backside once, waiting for the tiny gasp and the fevered nod before he does it again, this time with the addition of his hips canting up to meet Jeongguk as the younger pushes himself down. Jeongguk whines, his back arching when Junhui's cock grazes his prostate, his mouth open in a tiny, perfect "o". It's a silent plea for Junhui to do it again, and he does, this time putting more force into the driving of his hips and the swing of his hand, satisfied when Jeongguk whines again, his hands now clawing at Junhui's chest.

Jeongguk wishes there was another setting on the toy so that he could increase the intensity again and really drive Junhui wild, but as it is, he can feel the vibrations stemming from the toy just fineーeven if he isn't the one with the vibrator stuck up his ass. He doesn't know how Junhui does it really because if it were Jeongguk, he'd have come a long time ago. He's capable of coming three times in a row on a good night, but Junhui's refractory period is much longer than Jeongguk's so the elder can very rarely manage coming twice.

Though maybe Junhui's control isn't as perfect as Jeongguk thought because just as he's finally beginning to rise upward, Junhui practically screams as he comes in Jeongguk. Jeongguk rides him through it, milking the elder for what he's worth and then continues to ride him afterward, desperate to come now. Junhui peers up at him through blotchy tears and sweat-matted hair, but he's beautiful and Jeongguk thinks about how beautiful Junhui looked with his lips wrapped around his cock in the shower earlier. The image and the constant stimulation brought on by Junhui's slowly-softening cock grazing his prostate are the only things Jeongguk needs to find his own release.

He fists his hand over his cock as he spurts milky white onto Junhui's tanned skin, painting the elder in it as he comes hard. Junhui croons at him, his voice hoarse and gaze a little unfocused but that doesn't stop Jeongguk from leaning down and kissing the elder with all his might.

Jeongguk turns the toy off as they kiss, then turns it back on to the lowest setting, smirking when Junhui's body jerks to life. The elder groans and reaches down to take the vibrator out of him, peeling the condom off only to spread a new one down the toy's shaft. Jeongguk lifts himself up, letting Junhui slide out of him and welcomes the new girth of the toy as Junhui pushes it into him with no qualms. Junhui's come and the leftover lube are enough lubricant for Jeongguk to be comfortable as Junhui grabs the end of the toy to keep it steady and watches Jeongguk while he fucks himself on it.

The younger's second orgasm of the night comes quicker than before and Junhui is merciless when he ups the intensity to the max as Jeongguk's orgasm first begins to spill through his system.

By the time they're really and truly done, Jeongguk feels sore and both men are unwilling to get up from the bed for a shower. Jeongguk knows he's going to feel gross in the morning, but he lets that slide for the moment and decides to leave that for future-Jeongguk to deal with.

Junhui pulls him into his embrace and kisses him tenderly and softly, showing Jeongguk without words just how much he loves him.

#junkook #btssmutclub #kwritersworldnet #kwordsmiths #prettyboysnetwork #betareadernet #btsvt #fluff #smut #p:junhui/jeongguk #f:fti #s:dts #m: fic

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busanbunnie · 6 years ago

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@neonoceur can’t explain the excitement that you’re back ♥

“NOW, NOW,” insomnia's scourge mars the swollen flesh framing his azure irises, the tenebrous shadows nestled beneath his half-lidded gaze a testament to his lack of well-deserved rest; he almost seems rather older than before the waltz of months spent touring with his beloved band had separated him and hana, albeit such is overturned as soon as his flamboyance clashes against tender affection, the corner of a vulgar mouth hoisted up into a smirk which gradually broadens just far enough to have those crepuscular orbs slither to crescents, too, the skin around jeongguk’s eyes crinkling ever so endearingly due to his amusement, “isn’t it a little too early for a nap, baby girl?” teasing, his baritone thrums low amidst their brief liplock whilst muscular arms surround her narrow figure, encouraging the damsel to seek solace in his nicotine woven embrace, the drummer’s searing warmth rivaling the golden heat the afternoon’s summery blessings offered. god, he’s missed this. “ ‘twas supposed to be a surprise,” a ruminative exhale greets the delicate cusp of her ear, a preamble to when he draws back the slightest, in order to then smoothly change their positions so that hana’s snugly perched atop his lap, instead, “ — but this is way better.” his bronzed digits — calloused from the arduous journey — splay along her jawline the moment the nefarious youth indulges himself in the mere, heavenly sight of her, utterly enamoured, his scorching touch wandering down the elegant path belonging to the curve of her throat unhurriedly, whereas the smouldering flare of his attention remains locked solely onto her, “fucking missed you.” jeongguk’s palm rests upon hana’s nape at last, chaste, the picturesque view of his sweetheart clad in his large shirt a treat he savours in its entirety.

While Hana had never been keen on the smell of cigarette smoke, on him it merely smelt like home. It was comforting, familiar and she didn’t mind it one but -- even going as far to say she liked it. His husky voice sent shivers down her spine as she sat there before strong arms shifted her in one swift movement so she was sitting on his lap. Body on an angle, she looked at him, every sense aware of his presence from the soft glow in those chocolate orbs she adores so much to the hands laying loosely around her near her rear. Amusement decorated rosy tiers in a playful manner at his teasing yet there was a warmth pooling in her abdomen at the use of the nickname she regretted telling him about -- oh, he knew how to use it against her in the most evilest of ways. Canting her head to the side, long locks falling over her shoulder, a hum emanated from her throat. “It’s never too early for a nap, especially when I was up all night trying to beat a stupid boss...”

Frustration evident on both her face and in her tone before the feeling of his fingertips set her skin alight. After three months of mere skype calls and texting, she had yearned for his touch, for his presence, for him to hold. Oh, how she had missed this way too much. More so than she would ever care to admit. Shivering as the trail sent tingles over every part of her body, she shifted smoothly once more so she was straddling him, now perched perfectly atop of his thighs. A soft sigh in pure contentment passed plump lips as she rested her forehead against his own, noses a feather light touch away. The world knew Jeongguk as the resident bad boy, the mysterious drummer in the world famous band, she knew Guk (or how she lovingly called him Gukkie), the quiet boy with the gentle heart who was a lot softer than he would ever let on to the public.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered against his lips before allowing them to linger against his for a few moments only to pull away ever so slightly. Pouting slightly, “I admit, for the first time ever, I got jealous of all those screaming girls and your fans for being able to see you.”

#neonoceur #quickly did this at work because i'm weak but i had no icons bb!! i'm so sorry

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iamtaekooked · 7 years ago

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I Am Not Jealous (I am just territorial) || KTH

Group: BTS || Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count 6.0k

WARNING: Contains swearing. Read at your own risk if it makes you uncomfortable.

Synopsis:

Jeongguk and Jimin really ship you and Taehyung, the rest of the boys cant understand their obsession, Yoongi gets ignored and Taehyung dies of jealousy.

A/N: I am posting after so long and i am sorry but I hope you guys enjoy this one! (Edit: I just noticed these weird ass symbols show up in the writing. If you see them its a tumblr glitch! I tried editing it, but they don’t appear in the draft so please ignore)

Sometimes Jimin wonders where he went wrong in raising Jeongguk. The boy never listens to him, is always on the other end of the spectrum of things, disrespects him, even goes so far as to copy him because- “I was born in Busan first”- or so he says. But there has never been a single thing the two boys have agreed on. Except for one.

The miracle occurs the day Jeongguk decides to divulge a secret to all of his hyungs because he just cant take it anymore. He usually prides himself on being the best secret keeper of the group because he even knows about Jin hyung’s pink princess underwear and he has never told anyone about it. But this is something he feels everyone should know. So in the middle of the night he wakes up all hyung’s, even Yoongi- although he risks losing his life at that point- to have a secret meeting.

A secret, especially from Taehyung.

“Okay so. I have called this meeting because I have something of utmost importance to tell you” he looks around the room at everyone. Jin is already asleep as his head hangs low, Namjoon is yawning, Yoongi is glaring at him, ready to kill; Hoseok is staring blankly at the ground and Jimin seems to be the only attentive one out of all them. And Taehyung is not there.

“I swear to god Gukkie, if this is something stupid I am going to kill you right now” Yoongi says in a grumpy voice, which makes Jeongguk shiver at the spot.

“Hyung- I swear to you this is the best thing you will ever hear in your entire life. It is huuugee” and the look of wonder and excitement in Jeongguk’s eyes is enough to draw everyone out of their sleepy state. Well almost.

“Will you just get on with it” Namjoon rubs his face with his hands, voice sounding muffled as a result.

“Yeah okay. Alright brace yourselves-” and there is a moment of pause as he looks at each member, and the suspense rises. Hoseok can almost hear the drum roll in his ears because of it.

“Taheyungie hyung and y/n have something going on” he says excited with a look of pure happiness on his face. But the response his revelation gets is less than enthusiastic. Except for Jimin.

“I knew it!” He jumps from his seat, and has an equally big smile on his face. The two boys high-five each other, while the rest of their hyungs look ready to kill them.

The commotion wakes up Jin who looks panicked as he looks around himself. “Wait- what did I miss” he says in a state of daze.

The other boys turn in his direction with blank looks on their faces.

Jeongguk doesn’t even dare look at Yoongi because he knows the kind of look he is going to be faced with. In all honesty he feels a little disappointed at the reception he gets.

He widely gesture trying to convey his enthusiasm but it feels like it goes over everyone’s head. “Oh come on hyungs. I am serious. I swear something is going on between them” “If you don’t believe me. I’ll show it to you” he says with a look of pleading in his eyes.

“I’ll help!” Jimin says excitedly.

“We’ll make you believe us hyung” Jimin looks directly at Namjoon who in turn is unable to reciprocate their feelings of happiness because he just wants to go back to sleep. Everyone does. Except for Jimin and Jeongguk.

So, while everyone leaves one by one, Jimin and Jeongguk sit in the middle of the room to plan out how they are going to prove to their hyung’s they are right.

“Lets just go with the classic old way Kookie” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and Jeongguk looks at him with a blank expression, but it only lasts for a brief second before his eyes light up.

“Jealousy!” He voices Jimin’s thoughts and they both high five.

But then Jeongguk’s face falls and he groans in his hands.

“Whats wrong?” A concerned look passes over Jimin’s face.

“Taehyungie hyung is too secure though. He would never feel jealous” Jeongguk’s face falls and his shoulders slump as he realizes the truth behind his own words.

“Thats true. But there is one person in the entire existence that can make Taehyung jealous” Jimin smiles knowingly, while jeongguk just looks confused.

A moment of silence passes before he loudly claps his hands in excitement.

“You are a fucking genius hyung” Jeongguk high fives Jimin and they both sit in the dark living room, illuminated only by the flashlights on their phones, smiling like idiots.

(i)

You are not sure if you are imagining things, or if you have lost your mind because there was no way Park frickin Bo Gum was standing in front of you. There was no way in hell you were in your right mind. You want to scream and cry out of joy but you don’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself either. So, you try to hold that giddiness in as much as you can but it comes out in the form of trembling legs, stuttered words, and nervous giggles.

You seem to remain unaware of the tension in the room as you busy yourself in a conversation with Bo Geum, who actually initiates it in the first place. If you were paying attention you would have noticed the glares Taehyung was throwing your way. You would have noticed the way his face had taken on a cold and rigid quality. You would have seen the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.

But you didnt.

And it makes Taehyung’s blood boil. Yet, he couldn’t say anything because he has no right over you. He knows that but it doesn’t reassure of comfort him in any way.

“Oh my god holy shit Bo Geum is so nice…” you falter into a dreamy sigh as you collapse on the couch next to Taehyung and place your head on his shoulder

Instantly his grasp tightens on the glass in his hand. He feels something constricting his chest as he registers your words. He feels it with so much intensity, that it suffocates him. He really wants to tell you to stop talking to the guy, and the words are just at the tip of his tongue, but he bites them down.

Instead he presses his lips into a thin smile as you look at him and tell him all the things about his own friend. Suddenly, he feels small and insignificant. He shifts away from you a little, and awkwardly clears his throat before speaking, so his voice doesnt crack. But more than his voice, his heart is breaking bit by bit.

“Yeah. He is” Taehyung smiles very slightly but its the kind that looks completely forced and its gone just as soon as it had come.

Taehyung can feel your eyes on him but he makes no comment about it. You bite your lip to suppress your smile, but it quivers and you fail at it. But Taehyung doesn’t know it since he is busy sulking and mulling over his own thoughts.

Earth to Taheyung

Earth to Taehyung

He can hear the words distantly ringing in his ears, the voice slowly drawing him out of his trance like state. And when he comes to it he is faced with your concerned face.

“Are you okay Tae?”

He nods but you know he isn’t because the crease in between his eyebrows speaks of his troubled mind. But you don’t push it because he doesn't look like he wants to talk about it.

“Thank you for bringing your friend Bo Geum. It was nice getting to know him and I am happy to know that you do have other friends” you smile up at him.

“I actually didn’t invite him but… hmm. I am glad you like Bo Geum” he gives you a tight lipped smile that doesn’t even reach his eyes as usual.

“Oh Tae” you breathe as you loop your hand around his arm.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks down at you because he doesn’t know what you mean by- “oh Tae” - and he doesn’t ask because he isn’t sure if he’ll like the answer.

Across the room Jeongguk and Jimin observe the situation with amused looks on their faces because finally its working. They excitedly shake each other’s hand and try to suppress the big smiles that threaten to break out.

Meanwhile their hyungs, who also watched the whole thing unfold, look at each other with faces of shock, and disbelief.

“I didn’t know Taehyungie liked y/n” Namjoon cannot seem to close his mouth

“Yeah me too” Hoseok whispers in a daze like state from next to him.

While Yoongi and Seokjin are still staring at Taehyung who seems so deflated, that they both feel the need to comfort him. Its almost cute.

But everyone knows that there is definitely something going on **************

Once the, secret-that-wasnt-really-a-secret was out, everyone begins figuring out ways to make Taehyung divulge his feelings for you; because in all honesty all the boys felt bad for him. However, even with six brains combined together they couldn’t come up with one good idea.

“I still think we should stick with the whole jealousy thing” Jimin looks at the boys, hoping they would accept his idea.

“Given that we haven’t been able to come up with a single idea in the” Namjoon pauses to look at his watch briefly “past six hours I agree with Jiminnie”

Seokjin and Hoseok both convey their agreement by nodding and soon enough all the boys are on board with the plan of making Taehyung jealous. They all get up to catch up on some much needed sleep when Yoongi intervenes.

“Wait. Why are we doing this again?” He looks completely confused and lost because frankly he doesn’t see the point in forcing two grown ups in awkward situations just so they can express their feelings. Maybe he is right.

Jeongguk sighs heavily as he deadpans at Yoongi, while Seokjin ruffles his hair as he passes by. The rest of them ignore his question and proceed to their rooms while Yoongi is left alone at the dining table to try and figure out what the heck is the point?

(ii)

The second time Taehyung experiences feelings of jealousy is when he throws a year end party. Or rather he is forced by Jeongguk and Jimin who practically beg him in front of his whole class during college . When his classmates join in, he is left with no choice but to do so.

However he is totally regretting his decision because some random guy is chatting you up in the corner of the room and he wants to kill someone.

Only he doesnt know that the guy who is supposedly flirting with you has been paid by Jimin and Jeongguk to do so. So its not even real, but to Taehyung it is as real as it gets because he feels completely helpless watching it unfold in front of him. It hurts even more to see that you aren’t even making the effort to shoo the guy away. In fact, if anything he thinks you are enjoying it judging by your laughter, and smiles.

He really wants to punch someone, and break a few things. And then kill the guy who has the audacity to flirt with you.

“10 years” Yoongi slides up next to Taehyung with the red cup in his hand, drink not even touched.

“What?” Taehyung tears his eyes away from the corner of the room that has suddenly become a source of torment for him.

“The minimum sentence for first degree murder” Yoongi finally takes a tiny sip of his drink, nose scrunching at the bitter taste. He only wanted to look cool while saying it but he fails at it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung turns his body so he is fully facing Yoongi.

“I am just making you aware that if you do decide to kill that guy” Yoongi pauses to make the situation more dramatic and give Taehyung the time to glance in your direction once again “you are going to be jailed for ten years. Its a waste of your youth frankly”

“I thought it’d be worse” Taehyung chuckles

“You’re not even denying it” Yoongi smirks as he eyes the younger boy curiously

“What’s there to deny?” Taehyung looks at his hyung in confusion

“That you’re jealous” Yoongi arches a brow at Taehyung in question, who pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation

Taehyung sighs as he chugs down his drink in one breath and slams the cup on the kitchen island counter. He pours himself another drink and downs it while glaring at the stupid fucking corner of the room.

“Hyung seriously. How do you pull things out of your ass like that?” Taehyung feigns complete ignorance to his jealousy as he tears his eyes away from you and attempts to continue the conversation; because he would have any kind of distraction to wipe away the image you and the random dude, off his mind. Even Yoongi

“I would thank you for the compliment but even you know I am right.” Yoongi shrugs coolly and smirks up at the younger boy.

This is probably the most he has heard Yoongi say in one go in all the time he has known the boy.

“I- fuck- hyung I am not jealous” Taehyung mutters under his breath, and makes no eye contact with Yoongi.

“Is this your way of coping with your feelings?” Yoongi retorts which makes Taehyung unconsciously push his tongue into his cheek. “Besides everyone in this room can smell that jealousy off you” Yoongi chuckles under his breath as he watches Taehyung roll his eyes in annoyance.

A small stretch of silence later, Yoongi’s words cut through the silence and quite possibly Taehyung’s heart because he sure as hell feels drained of life as hears the words leave the older boy’s mouth. “The boy knows how to kiss though. I’ll give him that”

Taehyung’s head snaps in your direction faster than he ever thought he was capable of, and he crushes the beer cup in his hand while he’s at it. To a third party though it might have looked like he snapped his neck or something. But when his eyes find the wretched corner he sees you standing by yourself, sipping your drink as you look around the room.

Taehyung’s nostrils flare in anger as he turns towards his hyung who looks so amused and smiley he could have shit skittles at the moment. Taehyung keeps glaring at him but realizes soon enough that he has been caught and is quick to avert his gaze. His cheeks begin to flush out of embarrassment because what the hell Kim fucking Taehyung. He coughs awkwardly and turns away from Yoongi. The older boy however, is still looking at him in amusement, with a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“Thats what I thought kid” Yoongi pats him on the shoulder more out of sympathy than anything else.

Taehyung inwardly groans as he throws his head into hands.

Pathetic Kim Taehyung. Just. Fucking. Pathetic. Way to go

(iii)

Recently, Taehyung realizes, he feels something ugly twist inside of him whenever he is in the vicinity of the Jeongguk. It might to might not have to do with your new found passion for fangirling about him and it really makes Taehyung feel a certain way, but its not jealousy. Or so he likes to believe but everyone else around him can see it.

The first time he encounters it is when Jeongguk makes pasta for everyone.

You couldn’t stop talking about it and Taehyung couldn’t stop feeling irritated. It was quite funny actually because the rest of the boys noticed his cold attitude but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Oh my god Tae. Can you believe it? Jeongguk is such a good cook!” You gushed, stuffing a mouthful of said pasta in your mouth.

“Its just pasta. Everyone can make it. He literally just added the damn sauce to the fucking thing” he grumpily replies, lips jutting out slightly into a pout because he can’t understand how it makes Jeongguk a good cook, when he has done the same thing a million times before and you have never complimented him.

The second instance occurs when Jeongguk and Yoongi are playing basketball and younger pushes up his jersey to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, effectively putting his abs on display.

“Holy…. shi- Jeongguk is ripped” you choke on your water while you continue to gaze at him in a dreamlike state.

Taehyung’s mouth falls open, his shoulder slump, and its as if all the life is sucked out of him. It takes him a few minutes to gain composure, but when he does, his cheeks are puffed out and his nostrils are flaring.

“Oh my god Tae- Look!” you excitedly tap him on the arm to get his attention and even go so far to squint and lean forward in your seat to take a look at his abs. “Damn. He is hot”

Taehyung frowns at you, quickly ripping his arm out of your grasp, and shuffling away slightly. “Y/n they’re literally just muscles. Everyone fucking has muscles”

“I know but- like- his muscles look exceptionally good is all I am saying. What the hell.. wow” you breathe dreamily while fanning yourself with your hand.

Taehyung sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah okay. Whatever”

The third time is when Jeongguk helps you learn a few dance steps for your upcoming ball at college. And once again Taehyung is the victim of all the gushing and fangirling

“Tae Jeongguk is such a good dancer. Oh my god” you barge into his room without a care just as he is about to sleep.

“Mhm” Taehyung replies in disinterest as he keeps his focus on his phone.

“I wonder how he learned to dance like that” the genuine tone of your voice, causes Taehyung to sigh heavily.

“Hmm. Well…uhm I am going to sleep.” he lays down on the bed, back facing you.

“Oh Taehyung” you sigh- and once again it confuses Taehyung.

When he feels the bed shift and the sound of footsteps retreat, he shoots up in his bed and scowls at the door.

The kid is a good cook (although Taehyung thinks its debateable), he’s ripped and now he is a great dancer too.

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Taehyung is so lost in thoughts, he doesn’t notice Jeongguk has taken a seat next to him.

“Did y/n tell you the performance went well?” Jeongguk says with a slight edge of interest in his voice just to piss Taehyung off.

“Huh. Good for y/n then” Taehyung tries to keep a neutral expression because he doesn’t want to give away his frustration in front of Jeongguk, but he finds it hard to do.

“Why do you seem so distant lately?” The younger boy poses the question on purpose.

“I am not. I am fine” Taehyung forces himself to smile, but it comes out extremely fake.

“Mhm. Sure whatever you say hyung” Jeongguk snorts.

“Oh my god. Dont tell me…. you too” Taehyung throws his head into his hands.

Taehyung adamantly refuses to believe he is jealous. Even when its staring him in the face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Even when it makes him angry enough to see red, he denies it.

Because he is not jealous. And the next person to say it to him will earn a punch to their face. That next person happens to be Jeongguk and immediately his mind backs on its previous resolve because really if there is someone else he is scared of after Yoongi, its Jeongguk- the perfectly tall, obnoxiously attractive and talented youngster.

“Just admit it hyung. Its not good for your health. I read a study that found jealousy can either kill you, or make you kill someone else. The choice is yours” he clicks his tongue and winks at his hyung before coolly walking off.

Taehyung opens and closes his mouth to say something but the words don’t come out. He blinks in disbelief because he can’t believe a kid younger than him tried to school him about his own feelings.

Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk- the obnoxiously tall, attractive and ripped kid.

Jimin and Jeongguk hold another meeting that they call “progress check meeting” with Namjoon and the rest of the boys, who are worried for their younger ones’ mental health because this kind of obsession is not healthy.

“What now?” Seokjin looks at the two young boys in front of him.

“Okay so-” Jimin pauses as he looks at the little notebook in his hand. “So far we know that Taehyung is easy to rile up. We know he gets jealous fast too. But he still hasn’t proclaimed his love for y/n-”

“Or at the very least professed his liking for her” Jeongguk interjects and Jimin nods.

“Aren’t you guys taking this too seriously?” Yoongi comments with a look that screams this-is-incredulous.

But as usual he is subjected to a scowl by Jeongguk and ignored by Jimin.

“Anyway” Jimin moves on in a flippant manner. “Maknae and I were thinking we need to do something dramatic this time. Something to push him off the edge so that he says it in front of everyone”

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” Yoongi looks completely lost.” No. In fact why the fuck are you guys doing this? What even is this?” The disapproving and exasperated tone is evident in his voice ; and to say that Jeongguk and Jimin look disappointed is an understatement.

“We need a plan” Jeongguk looks so serious, his hyungs have a hard time holding in their laughs because he has never been this serious for anything in his life.

“Now” Jimin completes the sentence which elicits groans from the older boys who cannot seem to shake off Jeongguk and Jimin, no matter what they do.

*************** (iv)

Taehyung’s head begins to take on a splitting pain right on the temples. Its worsened by the fact that no one feels the need to shut up around him. All the loud noises and laughter is beginning to piss him off and right at the centre of his frustration is you. Its always about you, but he is always too stubborn to admit it. As he looks around himself, the weird twisty feeling in the pit of his stomach grows stronger :

Y/N listen to this - Yoongi obnoxiously putting the earphones in your ear with extra attention to being gentle

Y/n try this!- Jeongguk - the stupid fucking attractive kid- as he feeds you the pasta he made. Stupid frickin pasta. What in the world is so great about that pasta anyway?

Y/n lets go watch your favourite movie - Jimin as he places his hand in yours and leads you to the living room

“Y/N!!!”- an overexcited Hoseok as he glues himself to your side and cuddles into you.

“Y/n you should come over more often”- Seokjin as he ruffles your hair while he walks by

“Y/N, your favourite drink”- Namjoon, handing you the drink he claims he made

The whole evening goes by in a blur as everyone seems to put you in the centre of attention. Taehyung feels so frustrated that by the end he has opted to go completely silent. He sulks in a corner by himself, holding his head in his hand, as once again the heavy feeling contracts his chest. He gave up on the venomous glares he was throwing at everyone long ago. Its futile anyway. No one seems to notice how he feels. You don’t seem to notice how he feels.

He swivels in the chair at the kitchen island as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he is met by you. He doesn’t even feel like looking at you, so he turns back around and resumes his posture.

“What’s wrong?” you sit on the chair next to him, swivelling around so that you are face to face. He clears his throat awkwardly and partially turns his head away from you, busying himself by plucking the flowers that sit in the flower vase in the middle of the counter. He doesn’t look at you for quite a while.

“Taehyung. Talk to me” you lean in closer as you study his face earnestly for any indication of what he might be feeling.

But silence and reluctance is all you are met with

“Oh Taehyung” you breathe.There it is again- the weird, fond, and exasperated expression that conveys something. He thinks long and hard about it. And then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

You’ve said it every time he has been jealous, which means you do it on purpose. Which means…. Well it means something and he knows exactly how to go about it. Finally he can admit it to himself and even to you because he knows you do too.

“What— what is that- - this- “oh Taehyung”- you keep doing it” he finally asks, diverting all his attention to you. His expression completely morphs from one of sulkiness to amusement.

“Nothing” you quickly look away.

Meanwhile Jeongguk and the rest of the gang are watching the scene unfold and they are quite thrilled about it. Except for Jimin who looks disappointed.

“What wrong with you?” Jeongguk looks at the older boy

“I thought this was going to be something passionate. But they are so boring” he huffs as he watches the two of you engage in a seemingly normal conversation. However its anything but normal.

...

“I know its not nothing. Do you seriously think I am dumb?” Taehyung leans in towards you.

“No I know you are not. But seriously its nothing Tae” you try to brush it off but he is adamant

“You’ve said that every single time that I have— that I have— acted… weird” he opts to choose that word instead of jealous.

“And you think I don’t know why you’ve been acting weird?” You smile knowingly

“I know you do” Taehyung reciprocates the smile

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I am not sure. I just felt too many emotions at the same time and I didn’t know how to go about it” he shrugs

“What changed just now then?” You narrow your eyes at him curiously

“Its when you said- “Oh Taehyung- again. Just now. I just realized it” he chuckles silently, shaking his head.

“Realize what?” You title your head in confusion because you really don’t get what he is talking about

“You know the way you say it is- its- its so - I want to say fond. Its like you do it on purpose. Almost as if you like me” he looks at you intently.

“I am caught aren’t I” you question, essentially confirming the answer because even you are tired of hiding your feeling from him. Plus, he doesn’t seem like he isn't interested so there is no harm in going along with it.

“Why did you act like you didn’t care?”

You shrug. “Why were you jealous?”

“I wasn't jealous, I was just territorial” he shrugs coolly which makes you laugh.

“Oh really?” you tease, that flirty tone evident in your voice and it only urges Taehyung on.

“Yes, I was” he reaches behind you, firmly locks his hand on the stool and pushes you closer to himself. It makes you gasp because you never knew he had this kind of strength and there is something very sultry about it.

“Is this hotter than Jeongguk’s abs?” He smirks at you

“Well…” you pretend to think “Nah. His abs are still hotter” you suppress the playful smile by pursing your lips

“What about this?” He leans in your ear and blows softly. You flinch back while chuckling.

“It tickles” you pout. But you know he meant for it to be seductive.

“Okay. What about this?” he further pushes you towards him, trapping your legs between his as he places them on either side of your thighs.

“You can do better” you tease

“Are you sure you can handle it?” His voice is husky and raspy and you thank the heavens your legs are shut tight, otherwise you would have been forced to do so.

“Try me” you try to keep your voice steady but it comes a little bit more breathy than you expect. But Taehyung thinks its perfect.

He leans in closer to you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite there. You have to stop yourself from gasping because it is hot.

“Why are you such a tease?” He whispers against your lips and looks at you with something akin to playfulness in his eyes, but its more seductive in a way.

“I don't think you should be saying this right now Kim Taehyung” the corner of your moth lifts up in a smug smile.

“Its just a small revenge”

“Do you like me?” you whisper, your breath getting caught in your throat as he moves a little bit closer.

“What do you think?” His voice is still low and raspy, and he even bites his lip.

It seems as if you two have forgotten there are others in the room. But they are watching it all.

“Hyung why the hell are you sweating” Namjoon looks confusedly at Seokjin who has beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“I- I- dont know. Its just hot all of a sudden” he wipes his forehead with the the sleeve of his shirt.

The rest of the boys snicker and try to hold in their laughter. But its true. It is hot.

“Is that passionate enough Jimin?” Hoseok nudges him and wiggles his eyes. But Jimin can only nod because he is shocked at how quickly things progressed from 0-100.

“Its like I am watching porn. But like the part before foreplay” Yoongi almost barfs in his mouth at the thought. He looks on the scene with disgust and almost gags, which doesn’t please the other boys so as usual no one pays attention to him.

“I like you dummy. Only you. Always you” Taehyung cups your cheeks and lays a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away and are faced with a smiley Taheyung.

“You are so bad. All those times going on and on and on about Jeongguk. I almost thought you liked him. I even hated the poor kid for a while” Taehyung breathes out and is quick to graze his lips against yours in a soft chaste peck. “I like you too” you then kiss his nose in response.

Jimin and Jeongguk die inside and relay their appreciation with “aww’s”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“Dont make me go there y/n. You have no idea how it made me feel. I wanted to kill every man in your vicinity. Even the guys”

“Awww” you squish his cheeks. “Dont worry baby boy I am your’s”

“Ooh kinky” Taehyung chuckles, and earns himself a playful slap on the arm.

“Yah! Keep it pg-13” Yoongi yells, breaking off the tension in the air, and along with it the little flirty conversation between you and Taehyung. You look behind Taehyung and your eyes widen as you realize the rest of the boys are also present in the room. Suddenly your cheeks start warming. You hide your head in Taehyung’s neck, being unable to look at them.

“Just when it was getting good…” Taehyung laments under his breath, which makes you chuckle because he sounds so annoyed.

“Taehyung!!!” Jeongguk jumps at the opportunity of the sexual tension breaking because frankly he didn’t want to interrupt. He charges towards his friend and tackles him in a hug from behind.

“What is it you brat?” Taehyung sighs heavily because he is really pissed off. He wanted alone time with you but he couldn’t even have that after all the time he has waited for the moment.

“You finally confessed. I thought you were going to die of jealousy. Do you know how much we had to go through to make this happen. We- ” he stops himself at the right moment, eyes wide, heart hammering in his chest, but there is no point because he has divulged it already.

“What do you mean?” Tae swivels around in his chair to face the boys.

They all look away, and pretend no to know what he is talking about. But Yoongi as usual ruins it for them.

“I told them not to do it” he shrugs, bailing himself out. But he was right. He did say that.

“Do what?” Taehyung questions firmly.

“They tired to make you jealous. These idiots” he pauses to look at Jimin and Jeongguk “even went so far as to pay a guy to flirt with y/n that day at the party. Just so you would react”

“Hyung!” Jimin and Joengguk say in unison and look at Yoongi with expressions of betrayal plastered on their faces

“What?” The sudden outburst makes every look at the owner of the voice. Its turns out to be you. “So you mean to tell me, that the guy lied? All that shit about me being beautiful and stuff?” You look at Jimin and Jeongguk, but both are quick to hide behind Seokjin.

“Yeah tell her—“ Taehyung looks smug but his face falls as he registers your words properly. “Wait what? - he called you beautiful? I am going to break the guy’s face” Taehyung looks pissed with his puffed out cheeks and flaring nostrils. Its more cute than anything though.

“Shut up Tae. This is a matter of my pride now” you march towards Seokjin who moves out the way, leaving the two boys in question, exposed.

You grab each by his ear, as punishment.

“Ow- ouch okay sorry” Jeongguk hisses in pain.

“Ow-ah-ah y/n sorry. Let go” Jimin pleads next

“What else did he call you?” Taehyung quickly follows behind you, hands placed on his hips.

“Oh god. Stop being jealous. I told you I like you. Now is the time to be my boyfriend and support me. Are you forgetting they planned everything? They are the source of all your suffering” you remind him so he will side with you.

“Boyfriend..” Taehyung whispers and looks down at the ground shyly. Out of everything you said that is the only word he picks out and his ears start becoming red.

“Yeah. What else? Now help me” your voice draws him out of his daydream.

“Yeah. Sure” he supplies.

“You two are so going to get your asses kicked” you look at Jeongguk and Jimin who look terrified for their lives.

Taehyung grabs Jeongguk, much against his struggle and you keep your hold tightened on Jimin who doesn’t even try to struggle. You take away both the boys who look at each for fear of their lives. Okay maybe they are being a little bit dramatic but it feels life-threatening for them.

“Why did we ever get them together?” Jeongguk looks at Jimin, who in turn looks outraged.

“Its was your idea. You said there was something going on. I shouldn’t have listened to you. I was born in Busan first-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Jeongguk looks at him incredulously.

“That has everything to do with this” Jimin grumbles while being dragged away by you.

Never in their wildest dreams did Jimin and Jeongguk imagine that helping you and Taehyung would mean weeks of cleaning everyone’s laundry, the one thing Jimin hated to do. But Jeongguk got all his games confiscated as punishment and he was literally regretting every decision he made that led him to the point of being struck with the thought of playing mid man in your romance. That wretched moment.

So while Jimin grumpily cleans the laundry and Jeongguk mourns the loss his video games, you two watch them from afar; as you stand hugging each other.

“We should thank them later. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here” you look at at Taehyung, who nods. He pulls you in further, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes we should” he smiles looking fondly at his two dumb friends without whom he wouldn’t be with you.

“Oh Taehyung” and its back again- that weirdly fond expression.

‘I am not even jealous anymore” he looks down at you.

“I know. But you’re cute” you look up at him and in that moment you look so beautiful that he cant help but bend down and place a kiss on your nose.

End

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never forget them (always treat them well)

pairing: jeon jeongguk | kim taehyung { minor: kim taehyung | min yoongi }

genre: angsty fluff

word count: 3,496

All Taehyung sees is splashes of color. Red of the winter rose, yellow of the sunflower, sunset orange of the tulips. Sometimes he sees the lavender fields, its pale violet petals spread for miles into the horizon. But he can’t smell them. He never can.

Taehyung has always had a miscommunication with flowers. Taehyung thinks the flowers hate him, but they just want to be his friend. The flowers think Taehyung hates them, so they pretend to hate him too, even though when they wilt at night, they always think of Taehyung.

Taehyung was thirteen when the flower bloomed on his wrist. He jolted out of his slumber with jolts of searing pain throbbing throughout his muscles, pinging his nerves. The only thing he could do was scream for someone to hear him, so he would have someone to take care of him, to explain to Taehyung what is happening to him. The only person that ended up hearing him, unfortunately to the younger’ demise, was Jeongguk himself, sleeping right next to him.

Jeongguk rubbed his wide eyes, mouth hanging with uncertainty of what to do. “TaeTae!” Taehyung looked next to him, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Gukkie, it hurts.” That was when it clicked. The younger has always been more observant, coming to his senses, he pointed at Taehyung’s arm, the shock of the situation adjusted his eyes to the dark for him. Jeomgguk grew scared at the sight before him, what would Taehyung do?

“Your flower..”

Taehyung’s flower began in a thin black line, stretching across, slowly binding into a cluster of weeds. “N-no, Jeongguk, make it stop. I don’t want it.” Taehyung scratched at the flower forming hoping it wouldn’t seep into his skin.

“Taehyung stop!” The smaller boy pulled at his arms, putting them around his thin waist to stop him from scraping into his own flesh. “You’re going to hurt yourself. I need you.”

Jeon Jeongguk was only eleven. He had only known the flower appears whenever it wants to, and since his own flower hasn’t came yet, he figured his was a late bloomer. Jeongguk always wanted one. His parents had one, his cousin, his teacher. And now his best friend had one. He began to feel left out, but a warm drop hitting his shoulder pulled him out from the thoughts flooding slowly in his mind. “Guk, take it away, I don’t like it.”

How he wished he could.

But it was Taehyung’s flower and no matter how much he hated it, he was stuck with it until death finally caught up to him, vines clutching around his ankles, dragging him away. Jeongguk never knew exactly why Taehyung hated flowers so much, he never tried to smell them on the way to school like Jeongguk did. He never bought them for his teacher on the last day of school, and when he was presented with flowers for his first grade recital, Taehyung threw them on the ground running off the stage and to his car. He never told Jeongguk why, so he never pushed the reason, he thought it would push Taehyung further away from him.

Jeongguk couldn’t do anything but rub his friend’s back and wipe away the stray tears that got away smiling at him, softly telling him it would all be alright. That night Jeongguk hummed him back to sleep, not letting Taehyung see the flower on his wrist. Maybe when they both woke up it would be gone, or even on Jeongguk’s wrist instead.

It was still there.

Jeongguk woke up to Taehyung thrashing out of his arms and throwing a lamp to the floor. “Taehyung!” Taehyung turned his head towards Jeongguk, a blubbering mess may he add, and snickered colby, looking down at the mark.

“Who would of thought? The kid that hates the flowers most will have petals and leaves running throughout his whole arm one day.”

“Why do you hate them so much?”

“They hated me first, Jeongguk.”

“Hey—”

“Don’t. You don’t have to deal with this. Stop trying to coddle me and keep me sheltered from it, you know nothing.”

And with that, Taehyung turned back around and stomped out of the younger’s bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

When Taehyung was fifteen, he covered the marking on his wrist with a bandage so no one would have to see him with it. So he wouldn’t have to see himself with it. It was only a reminder. A reminder of the thing he could never have. Jeongguk always covered it for him so it wouldn’t be so hard on Taehyung, he could see it in his eyes he never wanted to see that flower bloom. Jeongguk is just lucky the vines haven’t started growing yet, he never wanted to see the day. There wouldn’t be enough bandages for when that day would come.

Taehyung envied the thirteen year old boy. Jeongguk’s wrist was clear of the flora that haunted his own, he was pure, not a petal in sight. Taehyung longed to go back to the night where his flower etched across his skin and somehow stop it from happening. Transmit it to Jeongguk instead. He knew that Jeongguk envied him as well. Whenever he unwrapped the bandage on his wrist he always felt Jeongguk’s fingers graze amongst the ink forever seeped into his skin. He marveled at the cluster of wild daisies, Taehyung ignored how his breath hitched when he saw the marking. Taehyung ignored it all. Jeongguk always sighed and placed a new bandage on the skin and pulled down the sweater sleeve once it was out of his way.

When Taehyung was seventeen, he fell in love with Jeongguk.

“Taehyung, we can’t. I am not your flower. I don’t have one, it isn’t me.”

Jeongguk always went by the book when it came to falling in love. If there was one action that didn’t match what his professor told him during spontaneous soulmate lectures, then it wasn’t love at all.

“I don’t need a flower to confirm anything about me, especially how I feel about you, Jeongguk, you got that?”

Taehyung, on the other hand, threw the book at the person who invented on love. He wanted his own path to fill with mile markers of memories and speed limit signs documenting how fast his heart raced. Maps scribbled with Sharpie, circling landmarks of the moments where he knew that love existed.

“Why did they hate you first?”

“They never answered me.”

Jeongguk didn’t press matters any further with him, he knew he would get nowhere with the older boy.

When Taehyung was nineteen a vine slowly grew on his skin. He was of age, and he was determined that they finally came to torment him climbing up from the depths of hell.

His soulmate’s first cry, the first cry Taehyung could know about anyway. He wished he wouldn’t cry so much, it only bombed him with more vines, spreading like a disease through his whole body.

Those markings only grew when the other would cry, leaves marking the times they thought about their soulmate. No leaves grew. Only vines distanced themselves towards his left shoulder and glittered across his collarbones. Taehyung never thought about them either after all, Jeongguk was the only person he needed.

Until Jeongguk had enough.

“Taehyung, you have someone else’s life etched into your arm! All the times they cry, how much they think about you! Do you know how terrible that makes me feel? Knowing you supposedly love me but see every action the person makes on your body? When we are together and another vine grows, how could you just ignore it? How can you not stare until your eyes water and mind freezes with anything but that damn vine? It makes me sick knowing that I am not the one on your arm, Tae. I can’t.. I love you, but I cant anymore.”

“Do you really think I want this all over my arm, Jeongguk? Don’t you really think if there was a way to take it all off I wouldn’t have done it already? If I want anyone’s flower, it should be yours! I don’t want this person, I want you.”

His neck began to burn, teeth grinding to distract him from the pain. Taehyung’s hand clutched to the side of his neck wanting to hide what ever was happening away from Jeongguk’s vision. He didn’t want to hurt him anymore.

“Let me see, Tae.”

Taehyung fell to his knees wrapping his fingers around his neck tighter. “N-no.”

“Move your hand,” Tears began to drip down his cheeks. “I need to see.”

Taehyung hung his head, shaking it violently avoiding Jeongguk’s gaze. “Don’t, Jeongguk please, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk pulled up his sleeve and gently raise Taehyung’s head moving all of the hair away from his eyes so he could look into them. “You’re crying.” Taehyung looked down to his bare arm only to find a vine growing from a small lavender bundled by his wrist, surrounded by leaves.

He was right, he was a late bloomer after all. The smile of happiness Jeongguk accumulated when he was in the middle of reading a book, when it started forming, quickly changed courses to a dull frown. Tears grew in his eyes, throwing the book across the room. He didn’t know if the flower was meant for Taehyung until the first leaf appeared when he called Jeongguk between classes and said he loved him.

“When? When did this happen? Why am I there but you’re not here?!” Taehyung scraped the daisies that embraced his wrist. “I hate them, I hate the person who is on my arm. I hate it all. And I am going to lose the only thing I don’t hate.”

“It happened last month. I didn’t know until you called later and said you loved me. I a, sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you. I know how bad you don’t want someone else, and it only seemed rude to say I had the privilege of your flower but you don’t have mine,” Jeongguk pulled him into a hug and held him in his embrace. “Taehyung, please stop.”

“I hate them!”

“Why, Taehyung? How could you hate them so much? Why wouldn’t they answer you?”

“My mother died when I was seven, you know that.” Taehyung sighed into Jeongguk’s chest. “She loved flowers, we used to put them in every empty corner of the room, made space for them amongst the clutter in the tables. Her favorite was lavender, said they reminded her of me. Saying they were a social plant, bees always were attracted to them and everything naturally just surrounded themselves around them. My favorite were daisies, they were always many of them, but one flower always meant more to the others than other people. She was my daisy, amongst all the other ones growing, she was the one that was special to me, the only person that mattered. About a year earlier, mom became really sick. She could hardly walk out of bed and eat anything. So, I talked to them, prayed to them to keep her with me, to not let her go. But they didn’t listen. She said they would always be there for me when I needed them most.”

Jeongguk moved the fingers combing through Taehyung’s hair, letting his chin rest against the top of his head, holding him tighter. “Taehyung, she is still with you. She is there on your arm.”

“No. No she isn’t, Gukkie.”

“All those vines aren’t her crying, they are for every time she says I love you. And that leaf one your neck, the ones that will grow after that, they are when she kisses you goodnight when we get into bed.”

Taehyung moved his head and looked straight at Jeongguk. “Don’t leave me. I already lost her, I can’t lose you too.”

“You won’t lose me, Taehyung. I am right here, always.”

When Taehyung was twenty-three that was when Jeongguk was by his side for the last time.

“Kim Taehyung,” he says, with a smile as sweet as hyacinths.

“Jeon Jungkook,” Jungkook says, watching Taehyung as the nurse roll him in, helping him into the bed next to where Taehyung sat.

“So I’ve heard a lot about you from around here,” Taehyung says, settling into Jeongguk’s best, pushing himself down into the pillows with a steady laugh.

“Really? How could anyone be talking about me?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. Taehyung grins, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Some weirdo went around the whole floor talking about his boyfriend and how much he loved him. Don’t know who that was, but you really became the topic of conversation.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist, placing a kiss to the cluster of daises. He would hope that would make Taehyung shut up, but Taehyung keeps talking. And Jeongguk doesn’t necessarily mind to hear about the stuffed animal he bought Jeongguk waiting at home on his side of the bed.

The next day, Taehyung visited him again after his shift of work, and was greeting with squinting eyes and a laughter as melodic as honeysuckle.

“I made this waiting for you. I know you don’t like flowers and all but—"Taehyung looked at Jeongguk’s hands, shaking wondering what reaction he would have. A flower crown of lavender was placed into his grasp and he marveled at the creation.

“I hate them, but it’s still prefect. It’s…you.” he answers glaring at the bouquets and bouquets of flowers taking up space in Jeongguk’s room.

“You’re going to grow a flower allergy one day with all these flowers in your room. When we go home I am not letting you take a single petal home, you got that? You deserve a flower free life.”

Jeongguk chuckled, “Can’t, sorry. There’s this one flower, for some idiot, some people call him my boyfriend, it can’t go away no matter how bad I want it to.”

Taehyung scans over his lips, leaning over the side of the bed watching Jeongguk reach for another flower, bending the stem just so, reaching out for another, tying each stem to the next until it is a knotted mess with irises popping up here and there. Taehyung watches with a sense of enlightenment, wondering how someone could be so bad and making flower crowns, but look so cute doing it, proud of his creation treating it as if he won the world.

“Will I ever get to go home?” he’d said, gripping onto Taehyung’s shirt pulling him into the empty space that resided next to him in his bed.

Jungkook nods like he is certain he will. He does but he really doesn’t. How could he? Jeongguk knew how bad he was getting, Taehyung did too.

Please, this time. Save him, I love him.

The flowers grew no reply.

“Weeds from outside,” Jeongguk exclaims, holding out a thin stem of white hued with a flush of pink. “I went outside today, they let me before you got here. They’re pretty basic but they go nicely everything else,” Jeongguk’s skills at flower crowns hadn’t grown any better, but he enjoyed it all the same, they were the prettiest things to him in the world. Well, besides Taehyung anyway.

“Don’t leave me.” Jeongguk says.

Taehyung blinks back tears threatening to escape, not wanting to grow another vine across Jeongguk’s arm. Jeongguk knew he would go home and cry. Cry for him, even though he pretended not to notice the way purple rings bloomed under Taehyung’s eyes and his build became daintier, completion fairer. The vines hurt, but he realized it could never be as terrible as what Taehyung was feeling. He could deal with the pain.

“I could never.”

“What’s up, stud-muffin,” Taehyung asks, waltzing through the door, stopping in front of a patch of flowers, blocking them from view.

“I hate you,” Jeongguk sighs.

“You love it,” Taehyung winks and blows him a kiss, sitting across from the boy. “Your parents are doing better. Your mom is almost over the flu and your dad told me to say he misses you.”

He thumbs at his daily flower crown in his hands for another minute or two leaning into where Jeongguk laid.

“They miss you,” he says, eyes starting to glaze over with something unidentifiable to Jeongguk. But something so very common.

“I miss you,” a voice chokes out, trying not to break apart in front of the person he was supposed to make feel better.

“Thanks for spending all the time you could with me, up to the very end,” Jeongguk says, head turned on his pillow enough to see Taehyung staring at him. Taehyung is clutching his hand so tight both their knuckles have gone white, losing all feeling.

“Jeongguk, Don't—"but the younger cuts him off with a smile, a laugh, that still made Taehyung feel weak when he heard it.

"You know the very first time your flower came, I thought it would never be me. That you would fall in love with someone from your class and go to college together and I would visit on the weekends. I am glad that it was me instead. Even if I wasn’t the one on your arm, even though I knew it wasn’t me, eventually it felt like I was. You didn’t need a vine to see when I was crying because you were always right by my side. You didn’t need a leaf to see how much I was thinking of you because you were already there for me to tell those words to when I felt like it. You were right, I didn’t need a flower on you after all. But promise me something, find that flower, Tae. It is there for a reason, don’t give up on it. Don’t cut your life short just because mine was.”

“Don’t fucking say that.” Taehyung almost squeezes too tight digging his fingertips into the other’s hand. He didn’t want to hear those words. He didn’t want to hear that goodbye. Jeongguk was supposed to be with him forever, they were supposed to raise twenty cats together at fifty and knit blankets for one another. They were supposed to take walks together outside of confined hallways that smelled like dull saline and linen sheets. They were supposed to lay back in a bed of their own and not worry about feeding or medicine schedules. They were supposed to live their lives. Together.

“It’s true,” Jeongguk says, running his thumb along the back of Taehyung’s hand. “I never understood why you hated flowers so much, until I realized that they never answered my prayers either. But I think I am okay with them not granting my will to live, but for the one to live yours. To move on, after I am no longer here to make you shitty knotted flower crowns and corny jokes to make it seem like I wasn’t dying,”

“Jeon Jeongguk, I swear to God, don't—” Taehyung is not crying. He isn’t. They both ignore the blast of pain Jeongguk fills grow to his back from his chest. He isn’t crying. He isn’t.

He is.

“Fucking let me finish, Tae,” Jeongguk says, and Taehyung slams his feet on the floor, looking back into his lover’s eyes. There it was again, that look. Jeongguk finally thought he knew what it meant: Goodbye.

“So thank you, Taehyung. For loving me, every second, even when I never doubted you did, and all people on their death bed can’t say that, but I can because I have you.”

“I fucking hate flowers,”

“Good,” Jeongguk says, and he giggles. Taehyung wants to reach out and grab Jeongguk, but he knew he was too fragile, his porcelain doll. “But even if you hate them, never forget them. Don’t forget me even if I wasn’t your flower, always treat them well.”

“You were always my flower laced in invisible ink for only my eyes to see.”

He wasn’t supposed to have flowers at his funeral, but lavender hung from the ceiling woven in golden thread knotted terribly together, daisies danced across the room, blooming towards Jeongguk and the bountiful life he lived. A tribute, a goodbye to their old friend.

He lets his eyes trace over the name engraved into the marble—Jeon Jeongguk , “Never forget them.” and then his date of birth, date of death, years ago.

“You’re a fucking terrible person, Jeon,” he says, scratching at the corners of his eyes because even now, all those years later, he can still see Jeongguk’s smile like the night has wrapped it around his mind long enough to scar, just like those daisies did. “We grew up together, fell in love together, everything we did, we never had to go through it alone. You changed me, Gukkie. And if the roles were switched, if you were the one talking to me right now, I know that you would have done the same thing for me. Only you wouldn’t bitch as often and complain about my side of the bed being cold. Thank you, for teaching me that flowers don’t define what I feel. Hatred doesn’t define. Only I define. And you defined me.”

He squeezes his eyes shut if only to stop the tears.

“I would’ve wanted… to spend the rest of my life with you too… but you asshole, you didn’t let me.” He hiccups. It’s been so many years.

Taehyung visited him every week with a fresh bouquet of lavender and daisies, crumbling the old ones to blow in the wind above his headstone. Taehyung smiled, “I know I have already told you, but I want you to know your prayers, the ones you thought they would listen to…they did come true. We met at this terrible bar a couple miles from where we lived. He drove a terribly blue colored Chevy and almost ran into me drunk off his ass. Turns out he is allergic to flowers so I don’t have to worry about that,” Taehyung chuckles. “ Min Yoongi. You would like him, I think. He’s a complaining bitch, but he is my complaining bitch. We got married about four years ago, you were my best man, you should know. I knew even though we couldn’t see you, you were there. I just hope you weren’t watching the honey moon, your poor eyes…I miss you, Jeongguk. I love you.”

“Is that Uncle Jeongguk?”

Taehyung turned around only to find a small boy looking up at him, beaming, a curious smirk growing at the corners of his lips. “Yeah it is. Jeongguk you remember him right? He visited after me and Yoongi adopted him. Yoongi had to work today, so he had to come along, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Are those all for him?” The boy looked around the marble and saw piles and sprinkles of daisies and lavender.

“They sure are.”

“You must really like flowers, huh?”

Taehyung chuckled, “Actually I hate them,” he turned for a brief moment to look back at Jeongguk. “but he loved them, and I loved him.”

“Well do you want me to bring you flowers too?” He placed his small hand in Taehyung’s jacket pockets, trying to grow warm from the cool breeze that hits his frozen cheeks.

“Only if you want me to haunt you from the grave.” He giggled, throwing the boy in his back. “Come on, Daddy should be home from work any second now and he will get pissy if we don’t bring him food.”

“Oh shit.” Taehyung froze at the word, he had to or he would have dropped the boy from laughing too hard. “That’s my boy. Alright, hop in and I will race you to the front door when we get home, deal?”

“Deal!”

If only the dead could speak.

I miss you too, Taehyung.

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