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BAD GUY | FOUR

+ Jungkook is trying to sort out his feelings and seeing you with Taehyung isn’t helping

A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung

— Genre: Drama

— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU

— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected.

— Word Count: 5.9K

— Note: This is the first actual fic that I will post to Tumblr! I’m nervous/excited. I hope you enjoy it.

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04; No Bad Guys

Kim Taehyung.

The guy in Beta Tau Sigma. The guy who's Jeon Jungkook's best friend. The guy who saved you from the incident in the bathroom and gave you his hoodie. The guy that you now are trying to find to give back said hoodie.

The very one that you're always seeing around campus, vape between his lips and hair wet from stepping onto campus right after his shower, yet you can't seem to find now (though, it'll be harder this time since you have the hoodie he always wears in your very hands).

Yup, that Kim Taehyung.

Is it obvious how much you've thought about him?

You contemplate checking the quad, your body lazily steering towards that direction. It's the usual spot all frat boys hang around like the vultures they are. Since everyone usually needed to walk across it to get from the services building to the lecture buildings, they loved that not one girl could be missed. It explains how Jeon Jungkook could find you so easily after the economics lecture when tossed you his little 'invitation'.

You sigh internally at the thought of Jungkook. This morning, he wasn't there when you woke up, but you expected him not to be. After all, the two of you only came together because well, you came together. You're just concerned that if you run into him at the quad, that there would be some awkward tension between you two, a result of his decision to comfort you after your run-in with your ex.

Entering the quad, you crane your neck and look around, squinting your eyes to protect it from the wind. You spot Taehyung towards the center, sitting not on the concrete bench, but on the wall block while hunched over as he spoke to the girls sitting on the actual bench. Today, he was wearing a black puffer jacket, unzipped to show a white loosely fitted sweatshirt that uncovered his collarbones, paired with tightly fitted distressed black jeans, exposing a knee. Intimidating, hell yes. More intimidating? The girls sitting on the bench talking to him.

Calm down, you're just going to give him back his hoodie.

With a very dramatic deep breath, you walk over to Taehyung and when the girls realize that you're headed straight for him, they stare and arch an eyebrow sky-high as they cut their conversation short. The silence after they catch Taehyung's hoodie in your hands speaks volumes.

Taehyung's eyes draw up and when he catches you, he's surprised. He sits up straighter as you approach him. Looking at his face, there's no doubt about how fine he is, but you have to remind yourself that he's no different from the other guys — all on some fuckboy shit.

Before you say anything, Taehyung grabs his bag and hops down from the bench, not bothering to utter another word to the other girls. Putting up his arm, he bids them goodbye with a light wave of his fingers.

He walks alongside you, his hair covering his eyes, but his wide smile seen. "Hi."

You smile back, not sure where you should walk to, but anywhere far away from those girls would do. "Hey... Um, here's your hoodie back. There's probably something inside there that you needed, anyway."

He laughs as he accepts the hoodie into his hands, your eyes lingering a second too long on his ring adorned fingers. He asks, "Did you use it?"

You shake your head. "No, I don't... vape."

Like a total good girl. You question why Jungkook's voice rings into your head, hating how clear you could hear him say that. It makes you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side almost as if he didn't expect that from you. Then again, you were certain that everyone that hung around with them vaped or smoked and it wasn't like you were against it, you just never found yourself in the right room with the right people.

"By choice or religion?"

You chuckle, "By choice. I mean I'm not around it that much."

"What? You're telling me that no one in Gamma Psi smokes?" He covers his mouth with both his hands, laughing when I look at him and realize that he's totally kidding.

"I'm playing. I mean...we all have different ways of getting high, right?" Taehyung looks at you with a gentle smirk, shrugging off his jacket and extending it out for you to hold.

You hum in response, taking the jacket into your hands and watch as he throws his hoodie on. Judging by how fast he puts it on, it's clearly his favorite. You almost feel bad for taking it away for a couple of days, but you also feel a little flattered that he lent it to you.

Taehyung throws an eyebrow up, folding some fabric in his palm as he brings it up to his nose.

"Oh! I washed it. It should smell—"

"Like honeysuckle."

"That's right," you breathe.

He laughs softly, bringing it up to his nose once more, closing his eyes with a pleasing smile.

Reaching for his jacket, you meet him halfway. When he grabs it, though, he leans in closer down by your ear — or at least you thought it was your ear. You wait for him to say something, paralyzed by how close he was.

He says nothing. Instead, you watch as his chest rises and falls before he pulls back and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes averting to the side as he takes steps back. When he looks at you, his face lights up and he flashes a smile.

"I won't need that for a while, this is enough for now," He tugs on his hoodie.

You tilt your head, superconfused. What is it he doesn't need?

He points his eyes to your jacket pocket playfully before turning to head into a lecture building. Just before he gets too far, he cups his hand around his mouth and shouts over his shoulder, "I will eventually though!"

After his comment, he picks up his pace slightly and heads into the building. You decide that now is a good time to reach into your pocket and see if his eyes meant anything when they pointed toward it.

Feeling the familiar shape of his pen, your jaw drops.

Entering your economics class, you get yourself situated and pull out your phone, nearly choking on your last-minute coffee at the text you read.

Juli [10:00am]: Keeping secrets from me?

Luckily before your heart beat right through your chest, she sends another.

Juli: Why didn't you tell me you got us a table right in the quad for Meet the Greeks?!

You exhale in a quick huff. The text had nothing to do with Jungkook and yourself. You totally forgot that you snagged a good table during sign-up. It was all thanks to pulling an all-nighter at the library with Yoongi a while back.

Speaking of whom, you think about how he walked into your room this morning, sitting on your bed as you finished putting on your sweater. He was silent for a while, and a blush crept up his neck as he rubbed it with his hand, a sign that he was thinking of all the different ways to start a tough conversation with you. It was a habit of his for as long as you could remember and it always ended with you bringing the topic up first.

"I'm not smoking. It's Taehyung's. I just borrowed his sweater." That was all you had to say for him to relax, but only for a second.

"Why did you borrow Taehyung's sweater? Don't tell me-" Yoongi almost sent his glasses flying by how fast he looks up.

You put on your backpack as you stared at him, watching as various expressions flashed across his mind — confusion, surprise, and finally disappointment. He tilted his head, "___, why are you hanging out with them? I thought we..."

Hated them. I know. The party was supposed to fuel that hatred more, but it sparked something new entirely. You couldn't deny how exciting these past few days have been since you met them, and no lie, you didn't want them out of your life. Though, you have to keep in mind how unfair Beta Tau Sigma has been to Gamma Psi Alpha. They constantly were overtaking your reservations, getting all the best spots for recruitment, and spreading awful rumors about your frat. And to be fair, you were keeping a distance... only, it was between them and Gamma Psi.

Your eyes scan the lecture hall, checking if Jungkook's already made it inside. By now he should've already been sitting beside you, bugging the hell out of you. This time he had a valid reason to tease you: crying over an old ex that you barely harbored feelings for.

Instead, you find him just walking in, eyes concentrated across the room with a small smirk. Curious, you look over to find that he's making eye contact with a girl (who you didn't realize was in the class) waving her little fingers with a giggle. Her friend, next to her, lightly elbows her to which the unnaturally blonde responds by pushing back with a smile.

Oh, that's interesting. Was she always in this class? Obviously. It wasn't like you ever would've cared or noticed.

Jungkook gets in the row in front of you, walking across the seats without even sparing you a look. His cologne travels to you, a scent that turns your stomach in knots as your mind flashes back to last night — when he was all over you and you were all over him. Awkwardly, you look down and pretend to be writing something instead of looking like you were waiting for him 'cause why should you have been?

You try to remember the moments after fucking, your mind trying to connect all the bits and pieces of what you can recall. Jungkook had said something about wanting the thing between you to last a little longer and judging by his reaction just now, you rejected that very bad idea. You actually didn't even need his reaction to confirm that. Whenever you drank alcohol, whatever came out of your mouth was cursed honesty. And if he were to ask you once again for a "No Strings Attached" situation, you know that you'd have to turn it down again because you didn't know how to do that yet. You would've gotten clingy and a person like Jungkook would be the worst to get attached to.

Sneaking a glance over at the blonde, you catch Jungkook playing around with her, snatching her pencil from her so she couldn't take down notes. Blondie pouts, leaning over and surely making her voice cute as possible as she asks for it back. You could never and you wondered if that was what Jungkook really liked. Had his interest in you been abnormal? A hiccup? Experimental? The wide smile and droop of his eyelids in a flirtatious manner was enough to tell you he was going to be fine after your rejection. Exactly, how you expected. So then... why did it feel like a slap in the face when he wasn't doing anything wrong and doing exactly what was right?

"__," Dr. Lim calls your name, making you aware of how zoned out you've been for... 30 minutes according to the clock on the wall.

Your eyes are still on Jungkook when he turns around to make eye contact with you for the first time. Only, when he does, he lowers his eyes before looking away, shaking his leg under his desk as he writes something down.

You blink twice and straighten up, apologizing to your professor for your inattentiveness.

Dr. Lim frowns, though it's out of concern. She repeats her question, a question that you've seen come up in the readings, but you couldn't remember the answer to.

As you struggle to answer, a hand shoots up in the air. Looking over, you see that it's Blondie.

Dr. Lim looks at you one last time with a raise of her eyebrow, checking if you would answer before she calls on the other student. Defeated, you sit back in your chair and look over at the other girl who smugly gives her answer.

"Well done, Jeanie. I'm glad that you're grasping the concept perfectly. This is actually one of the most difficult chapters you'll read in your textbook."

You narrow your eyes as you remain focused on Jeanie. Bitter? Yes. But because you didn't look away yet, you catch Jungkook sliding back his notebook on to his desk.

He had written down the answer for her.

You suck in air through your teeth. Taking out your phone, you quickly type out a message to send over to Jungkook.

- Couldn't answer for yourself?

You don't send it though. Instead, you take a deep breath and erase it. If Jungkook didn't want to talk to you, nor debate with you, then so be it.

As soon as the lecture was over, you pack up your things and race down the stairs, in a hurry to get out of there before your head explodes.

Jungkook watches as you snake between students before disappearing past the doors. His eyes drift to the large windows on the side of the lecture room. From his seat, he catches Taehyung talking to a small group of familiar faces, playing with his backpack straps as he looks up and catches you exiting the building. So that's why you were in a hurry.

With a roll of his eyes, he packs his things, completely forgetting about Jeanie right beside him until her hair practically whacks him in the face as she flips it over her shoulder.

"So Jungkook, when's your next class? I was thinking we could-"

"Can't."

She stills, her hands still clasped together.

Jungkook folds his desk away and stands, turning to her with a tight smile, his mood so soured he couldn't even fake it. "Next time. I have a frat thing."

Jeanie nods her head slowly, "ah, okay."

Jungkook thrusts out two fingers in a 'V", bidding goodbye to her and whoever her friend was. Jogging down the stairs, he aims for the opposite exit, not wanting to run into Taehyung and you. Just before he pushes the door, the professor calls out from behind the podium.

"Jungkook, awfully quiet today?"

He stops and looks over at her.

" As was ___. Usually there's discord amongst the two of you. While it's disruptive at times, I do appreciate participation from my two top students. I just hope nothing's carried over outside the classroom."

Jungkook drops his eyes, pushing the door before truthfully replying,

"Don't worry. Nothing has at all."

For the next several days, Jungkook avoids you and Taehyung, arriving late and leaving early to the lecture and spending as much time as he could away from the frat house (which sometimes would be spent in another girl's bed).

He was hoping for his anger to kind of fade away, trying to remind himself that you were just another girl. It would have been easier to forget if you chose another guy. Why Taehyung? And why did Taehyung cross the line this time? They never messed with each other's girls - hookups nor past exes. Though, Taehyung somehow made the exception this time and went after you. Would things have been better if Taehyung had told him beforehand? No. That's still weird to him. When did you two even meet? What was it about you that Taehyung started liking? Sure, you were hot and not boring or whatever, but when exactly....

Memories of your night out flip through his mind. It was just a casual night out, but it was still a good time. As if you two did that every night. Were you also doing the same with Taehyung?! That would explain why he's been coming home late every night so far... Jungkook clenches his teeth when he thinks about the time you rushed out of class for Taehyung. You weren't afraid of people finding out about you and Taehyung, but when it came to Jungkook, you'd rather not be seen or interact in public?! Taehyung's worse than him so what the hell?

Jungkook lets out a frustrated huff, his ego hurt at getting played at. Grabbing his backpack he decides to go to a change of location in preparation for "Meet the Greeks".

"Going to the library," he mumbles to one of his frat brothers as he throws his backpack over his shoulder.

Namjoon, who had just walked in and was taking off his slippers, looks over his shoulder and lifts a brow. "Hm? Library? Why? We have a study room."

Jungkook twists his mouth. Yes they did, but Taehyung could easily find him if he was here.

"Oh, by the way, something came in for you. Taehyung was trying to give it to you, but he said he hasn't caught up with you in a min."

Namjoon sets down his gym bag and walks over to drawer, pulling something out before walking over and extending it toward Jungkook. Looking down at the envelope, Jungkook catches the name of the foundation. It's his scholarship check for the term.

"Thanks." He takes it and puts it safely into the front pocket of his backpack, making a note to stop by the financial aid office to drop it off.

Jogging down the front steps, he sees Taehyung's Charger roll by, heading to the side lot of the house.

"Must be nice to never have to work for anything," Jungkook mutters as he finishes jogging down the rest of the steps, heading over to the bus stop a block down.

Jungkook starts to feel eyes on him on the bus. Normally, he wouldn't find it strange. He always attracts some type of attention wherever he goes. But this felt, different. It felt... vengeful? It could very be one of his latest hookups. It's happened before.

Running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, he cocks an eyebrow and turns toward the stare. He's taken aback by how they don't even try to hide their stare from him. He tilts his head in a frown as he stares right back. He doesn't think he slept with her, but he very well could've.

Then it clicks - or rather he reads the pin on her. She's in Gamma Psi Alpha. The short one that's always around you. Juliene?

Seeing his stop approaching, he stretches out his leg before attempting to get up. Unfortunately for him, the girl happened to quickly bounce up and swing around the pole to the exit, stumbling right over his leg.

With a yelp, she clings onto the seat nearby. Jungkook throws an arm out and then awkwardly throws it behind his head. Oops.

She doesn't turn around though. With a huff, she pushes the button to notify the bus driver that she wants off on the approaching stop. Jungkook stands up and follows her, it being his stop as well.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he debates apologizing. Knowing her, if she already hated him, she was going to think she did it on purpose.

"Juliene!" He calls for her as he jogs up to her. Dang, she's fast for being so small.

Catching up to her, he leans over to look at her face. "Hey, back there that was an accident. I didn-"

"Did you just call me Juliene?" She scoffs while crossing her arms, "If you're going to talk to me, then get my name right. It's J-u-l-i, Juli."

Before Jungkook could get another word out, she storms off.

It wasn't even worth his time to go after her. Did it even matter if she hated him? If anything, she would go to you and tell you about how he "pushed" her to the ground off the bus and that would mean you would then come to him to tell him off. Jungkook smirks at the idea. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

As Jungkook approaches the door, he finds Juli struggling to scan her student card at the door. Jungkook says nothing, he just starts a line behind her, crossing his arms and waiting for her to get it open.

She mumbles to herself as she keeps trying.

Jungkook yawns, and she stiffens.

"Need some help, Juli?" Leaning over, Jungkook scans his own card, unlocking the door. "Maybe you should get a new card." She's probably scanned it so many times that it's wearing out.

Juli throws the door open and marches inside. Jungkook could've sworn he heard her mutter "Shut up, attractive jerk" as she sped off.

Guess no one in Gamma Psi likes to say "Thank You". With a shake of his head, Jungkook heads inside the common area, hoping to find a quiet spot to work on the video for the event. A spot he did find, but it was all but quiet. Every few minutes, someone was coming up to him, the boys bumping fists with him as they caught up and the girls fluttering their fingers with a giggle much too shy to start a conversation. One of the guys that stopped by reminded him about the frat party that was happening tomorrow night, making Jungkook stretch his arms behind his head and nod that he'll see him there.

They didn't have parties every Friday night, but pretty much every Friday night. It surprised him that they even planned to have one when the event was the following day. That explained why Taehyung was home early today. He was most likely setting up his DJ equipment.

After what seems like hours but was really 30 minutes, Jungkook closes up his laptop and goes out to the cafe in need of a cup of coffee to keep him focused. As he walks out, he lays eyes upon Juli once more, her hands occupied with a stack of books higher than her head as she walks toward the front desk to check out.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and while he could've just walked away and let her struggle, he wasn't that type of person.

Walking over to stand in front of her, he lay a hand on top of her stack. "Let me help you."

Juli stops in her tracks, looking to the side of the books and when she saw it was Jungkook, he raised his eyebrows.

"No," she responds.

Jungkook would not back down. Instead, he grabs the stack from her and started walking to the front desk.

Juli scoffs and walks alongside him in a brisk walk. "What a coincidence that we keep bumping into each other Jung. Kook."

With the way she broke his name up into two syllabus meant she implied he was some psycho planning all these run-ins.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm. And suddenly you're so nice to me?"

"Ever think it's not just to you, but that I'm just nice?"

She laughs like he was trying to humor her. "Please, You're just acting like it. Did you really think that I wouldn't get what you're doing here?"

Jungkook lays the stack of books onto the counter and leans against it as he stares down at her. "And what would that be?"

Juli looks him up and down quickly before sticking her chin up, "You're trying to use me to get back at ___."

He's suddenly unwell, his face falling.

"That's what I thought," she mutters as she turns to the front desk worker and takes out her student card.

Juli knew about you two... Did you tell her everything even how you rejected him for Taehyung? That's why she assumed that he was coming up with a plan to do the same with her best friend?

"What are you talking about?" He asks lowly, his heart rate speeding up.

"Yeah, you're pissed about how she left you high and dry at the party," She snorts.

What. Throwing his head back, he frowns at her as he thinks about what she said for a second. Unless he smoked something new during the party enough for him to produce delusions for days... that wasn't true.

With a laugh almost escaping him, he tilts his head and squints at her, "Uh...no she didn't."

"Whatever helps your reputation."

What was it with people mentioning his reputation?

With a lick of his lips, he challenges, "And what would you say if I told you we fucked? At the party, in the bathroom at Lecture Hall C, and in her bedroom a weekend ago?"

"Can you put these books on hold?" Juli asks the worker sweetly, setting aside half the stack before grabbing the other half to carry. Jungkook realizes that he's been oversharing at the front desk and awkwardly steps away to follow Juli. She turns to him, narrowing her eyes. "If you spread that shit around, I'll fuck you up."

Jungkook matches her glare. "Why? What exactly would be so wrong about it?"

"A girl like ___ would never date someone like you, Jeon Jungkook. Unless it was to mess with you."

His heart drops.

"What did you just say?"

It's Friday and you're at the library after your economics class and while your mind should've been on that 6-page paper due this weekend, it was unfortunately on a specific boy with a long cross earring and who's been adding on to his new tattoo collection on his arm.

You tried to forget about him and it was working until Jin surprised you with a text one night. The text talking about how sorry he was for the interaction at the store and how much it hurt to see you with someone else. How hypocritical. You didn't bother to text him back, but you were tempted to. You wondered what Jungkook would've said to that...

You play with your bottom lip as you zone out, only refocusing when your laptop screen dims, catching the reflection of a girl that could use a better night's sleep. As you get back to writing the assignment with a sigh, you overhear a group of girls giggling nearby. Turning to look over your shoulder, you look at them, catching Blondie and her crew, in her hand was a familiar black and gold invitation.

Hearing a page of your textbook flip, you jump in your seat, turning to see Taehyung's face close to yours as he hovers over your shoulder.

"I took this class before."

"Y-you did?" You're still shocked to see him here. He must have spotted you as he hung around for his next class.

"Mhm," He nods. Holding on to your chair, he lifts his head up and catches something from the corner of his eye.

With a clear of his throat, he hurries to take a seat beside you, throwing his hood over his head and laying his head down. Tilting his head your way, he begs, "Hide me, please."

Curious, you look back in the direction he had looked at, catching a group of 3 girls walking around. With the way they were scanning the room, they were trying to find him.

"Won't they recognize you from your hoodie?" You whisper down to him, teasingly.

Taehyung lifts his head up and peers behind you to see how close they're getting. Biting his bottom lip as he grins, he looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, telling you that an idea just went off in his head. Leaning back in his chair, he gently tugs you closer to cover him. Your eyes widen as you reach out and hold on to his chair to prevent yourself from toppling over.

Taehyung lets out a giggle as he looks up at you, noting your rosy cheeks. His attractiveness is something that you'll never get used to.

"'... Jungkook did?"

"Mhm, he even promised that if I called him tonight, he'll make time for me."

"Tch. Where's Taehyung?"

At the comment about Jungkook, your heart stung. Whenever she calls him, he'll make time for her? You doubted it was something he said only to her. There was also that blondie in your lecture that he was all cozy with. Then there was also you... The thought that he was just adding you to the collection was nauseating. Also because he made the moments between you guys feel so... genuine. How could you fall for that?

"Imaggginnee if one of us got to date them. With all that money, I'm sure they shower their girlfriends with gifts. Jungkook's the hard one, but Taehyung..."

With a shake of your head, you clear away from your thoughts, shocked that they've basically outed themselves as money leeches. Frowning, you watch until they round the corner before looking at Taehyung. His playful smile seems to have faltered. Continuing to stare at you, his hoods droop flirtatiously. "I like you."

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession and your eyebrows furrow because Taehyung couldn't mean he liked you like that.

Taehyung starts to sit up, causing you to sink back into your chair. Tilting your head up, you look up at him as he looks down at you with a small smirk. Hooking his ankle around the leg of your chair, he scoots you closer until there's no room between you too.

"I... like you too, Taehyung." You shrug casually with a smile to which he shakes his head.

With a tilt of his head, he looks endearingly at you, "Cute, but what I meant was I like you." He emphasizes the word so that you can understand that he wasn't trying to tell you he liked you as a friend, but that he was genuinely interested in you.

"We just met..." You laugh lightly in disbelief, "How do you even know?"

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders while flashing a cocky grin, "When I like someone, I'm going to tell them. Why waste any time?"

His upfront personality was refreshing. It added to his charm. No wonder girls were always flocking around him when he was walking sweet nectar. Dating a carefree person like him would be fun, but - again - you weren't looking for a relationship. A big ha-ha from the universe since while you were just trying to get out there and play the game, everyone was retiring.

"Taehyung, I-"

He raises an eyebrow in a complete surprise like he wasn't expecting you to turn him down.

You nip at your bottom lip, telling him you were unsure of yourself for a second. What he never expected was for you to ask, "Do you want to be friends with benefits?"

He cocks his head and holds back a laugh. You're definitely different. "Do I?"

You nod your head, completely serious that it leaves him speechless. While you were asking for clarity, he assumed you were proposing. Closing his eyes for a second, he imagines how that would play out. The idea was exciting. You calling him and begging for him to rush over because you needed him and only him at that moment? Taehyung hums, opening his eyes and catching a person behind you. Jungkook.

He was still a few feet aways, but Taehyung was certain that he must have caught the last bit of your conversation with the way he was frozen there. Remembering how Jungkook's been avoiding him for an entire week straight, Taehyung keeps it up, tapping his chin and acting like he didn't notice him.

"You're asking me if I want to be friends with benefits?"

Jungkook clenches his jaw tight before averting his eyes and disappearing in between the bookshelves. This causes Taehyung to smirk. It was the first major fight between the two of them and as terrible as it sounds, it was actually fun.

"No, I meant... isn't that what you were going to ask me?" You shake your hands in front of you.

Taehyung catches your hands and chuckles, drawling out a "Nooo." And leaning close, he whispers, "I want you to be my girl."

Taehyung and you had something in common. "No Strings Attached" would never work for either of you. Taehyung's reason was that he was beyond possessive of his things and he got jealous way too easily. Sure, he got tired of being in a relationship easily and his longest lasted like two months, but for that time, sharing was out of the question. He's far from controlling and closer to a hopeless romantic so when he's "bored" it's really that his expectations had fallen short.

You hesitating was making him nervous - a first for him. Usually, his looks or his status was enough to warrant a 'yes'. Not this time. It wasn't like he hasn't been rejected before because he has. Most of the time it was when a girl was trying to make their way to Jungkook, which he always accepted. However, he's never been rejected after a girl's heard about how much money there is to his name. He admired that about you, especially after overhearing the girls talking about how much money he has (which wasn't a lie). Taehyung was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, coming from 4 generations of money. Only Jungkook really knew of that. The farthest anyone else has gotten to know him was him revealing his father owned three companies and was about to acquire a fourth. If you ask him what companies, Taehyung didn't know or cared.

"It's cool. You don't have to answer me right now," Taehyung ducks his head as he stands, stretching when he straightens up. He didn't want you to feel pressured, but maybe it was also because he didn't want to be rejected by you. It was something that he had to figure out still.

You tilt your head up to watch as his hoodie lifts, giving you a glimpse of his abs once more. Were you really going to pass that up? Taehyung smiles down at you and it takes your breath away for a moment. As he looks at you, you could've sworn you heard him ask how he could take up more space in your heart than-

Unexpectedly, he leans down causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. You wait, not knowing what to expect because it's Taehyung. Feeling a puff of air against your ear, you inhale sharply.

Taehyung chuckles softly. And when you open your eyes, he's already makinga his way across the library with a wave of his fingers - the silver of the rings gleaming under the lights.

While you have your eyes on him, he mouths something before pointing his eyebrow to the table. Turning, you find a familiar black envelope with gold lettering across it.

Another invitation.

His last words?

When you know, you know.

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Author's note;;

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taehyung-the-baehyung · 6 years

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4am rendezvous

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 5.5k

◦ synopsis: it’s thursday night, and that only means one thing for university students– thirsty thursday. and everyone knows beta tau sigma has the best jungle juice on campus...

m a s t e r l i s t

The haze of the basement is dizzying: music thumps so loud your lungs feel like they’re collapsing with every beat, the lights swirling along the dance floor fuse with the drunken mess of bodies. It’s like dancing on the Northern Lights, only it smells like alcohol and sweat.

A hand wanders along your ass casually, comfortably. Of course, it couldn’t really be uncomfortable to have Kim Namjoon, the president of Beta Tau Sigma, all over you. He was tall and handsome, even in his striking silver hair, incredibly smart, and not so damn bad in bed. So, whatever it said about your pride or dignity, you didn’t really care. It felt good to have his attention.

Your friend, Lisa– long, red hair, tall and slender, and as subtle as a gun– wiggles her eyebrows at you. Your eyes feel lost as she draws attention to you and Namjoon, despite the circle of people that enclose the two of you by the wall of the basement. You scan each of their faces in a curious panic. Have they noticed? Flustered, you take a generous sip from the red solo cup in your hand and stare into the bottom of the cup.

“Whoa, slow down there,” Lisa teases. “You know how you get when you’re drunk.”

Namjoon chuckles and pulls you closer into the warmth of his body, only to pass on a secret. “Oh that, I do,” he says. You barely hear him over all the noise down here –the laughter and the chorus of ‘oh’s that erupt from the beer pong table, followed by the light pattering of a ping pong ball– but you do hear him. Your stomach grows warm as you sip your drink faster and his lips press against your shoulder.

A new voice pushes through the thinning ring of bodies nearby: brown hair, black corduroy jacket, very pink lips. It’s all you catch –all you need to catch– before the song that was playing gets louder. You rake a hand through your hair and wriggle out of Namjoon’s hold. The people around you follow your lead, swaying with little sense of rhythm. Like the beads in a maraca, they can’t help but join when the whole place is shaking with the beat of the song.

But, he comes closer. “Bro,” he yells and pushes himself closer to you, trying to explain something to Namjoon. He stumbles forward and you place your hand on his shoulder, stopping him short. His eyes flicker to you before they nervously return to Namjoon. “Those guys from E-Chi-O are upstairs trying to bring in a huge group of guys.” The boy looks over at you again. Your hand is still on his shoulder. You pull it back into yourself and continue swaying, still lending an ear to the conversation. “The ratio is way off,” he continues.

“Thanks, Tae,” Namjoon sighs and pats the boy’s shoulder. He pulls Taehyung closer to you in attempt to push through the people around him. “I’ll handle it!” It’s the last thing he says before he is swallowed up by the crowd.

Your stomach flips when Taehyung looks over at you with a shy smile. “Hi,” he mouths, or maybe he says it. You can’t hear either way. You only see his tongue wet his lips, and you decide right then that you are going to need another cup of that sweet, alcoholic concoction- stat. And it’s like the universe is conspiring with you when Lisa’s shrill voice comes up behind you.

“Hey!” her body crashes into yours from behind and you’re pressed right up against Taehyung. Let’s get more drinks! she declares from somewhere in the noise around you.

“Ooh, sorry,” you mumble, biting your lip. Taehyung instinctively places a hand on the small of your back to steady you. The softness of the pads of his fingertips is the first thing you feel, and then you notice how large his hands are. Lisa giggles from behind and finds your hand in hers. Taehyung doesn’t say anything, and you’re holding your breath. You’re imagining everywhere that hand of his could be. He remains still, but there is heat everywhere. It’s only when your chest touches his that Taehyung looks down at what you’re wearing, or rather– not wearing.

Your nipple piercings press slightly into the flesh of your breast, drawing a breathy gasp from between your lips. Taehyung’s eyes grow wide at your devilishly-thin-it’s-almost-sheer shirt before blinking and forcing them upward, meeting yours. “Sorry,” he says in a panic, snatching his hand back, off your skin. His eyes shift back to your breasts. He can’t help it.

He smells like lavender and beer and you feel butterflies start up in your stomach. He is heaven and hell, trapped behind timidity. Cheeks growing hot at the way he’s looking at you, you grasp Lisa’s hand more consciously and follow her away from Taehyung with stumbling, hurried footsteps.

Something about him is so tempting, you can’t shake it, can’t shake him. The way he undresses you with his eyes is somehow innocent, like he doesn’t actually mean for that beast to unleash on you so openly. You almost trip over the first step just thinking about it.

“You –a new cross, might I add– have the president of the most popular frat on campus wrapped around your finger,” Lisa says while leading you up the stairs. “And now you want the new meat?”

Your throat goes dry. “Wait, Tae is in their Eta Class?”

Lisa snorts. As if you didn’t know Beta Tau Sigma inside out. “You must hate him if you’re so ready to screw him behind Namjoon’s back,” she shakes her head and has to give your arm a tug to get you to continue up the stairs behind her.

You both emerge from the basement, eyes squinted as all the lights on the first floor remind you that some people prefer to see where they are and who they’re grinding on. “Okay,” you sigh, sticking closer to your friend. “What if I told you that-” you look around and lower your voice “-Tae was the one I actually had my eyes on at that one party?”

“You mean-” Lisa freezes mid-stride and you bump right into her. She turns on her heels to face you. “You’re telling me you wanted Tae, but instead you settled for Namjoon?”

You hush her, smiling politely as one of the brothers walk by you in the kitchen. “Look-“ you cut yourself off, knowing how it would sound. “It’s just that,” you push past Lisa and walk up to the large, black water cooler sitting on the kitchen counter. Pushing your cup under the drip, you fill it to the top with the house’s signature jungle juice. “He was so nice and I couldn’t find Tae anywhere, and I was so drunk, so I just…” you trail off.

“Spread your legs?”

“I need some air,” you grumble.

She laughs, following you through the chatter of people. You push into the living room where strangers laze around on the couch, limbs tangled and limp in their inebriated haze. A thick smoke plumes through the room in ringlets, dissolving into the air with a light mango scent. “Want a hit?” a stranger asks, looking up from the couch, holding up his vape. His black hoodie bears the letters E-X-O, Epsilon Chi Omicron, a frat from a nearby university. You ignore him, instead finding Namjoon standing by the main door, across the room. Thankfully, he doesn’t see you, so you turn right around and head for the deck.

“Hey, I’m not judging.” Lisa hooks an arm around your shoulder. “He’s hot; they all are. You can’t go wrong with Beta Tau.”

You scoff and tap the back of her hand idly in thought as you step out into the cold air. “Well, thanks for the validation, but I doubt I even have a chance with him now.” You take a gulp of your drink. “Bro code, and all…”

“I mean, do you really still want to?” Lisa removes her hand. You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling your skin rise with goosebumps as the cold of the night nips at you. The thin leggings you are wearing do very little to provide you warmth. “He’ll hate his life if people find out that the newbie screwed the founder’s girl.”

“I hate that,” you groan. “I hate the stupid hierarchy.”

“We’re newbies too.” Lisa shrugs. You contemplate that in silence, listening to the ringing in your ears fade as quiet murmurs on the deck relieve you from the noise inside. “Anyway, I thought I saw Jungkook, so I’ll just find my own way home,” Lisa gives you a nudge.

You try not to give it much thought, but Lisa is right. Taehyung would be in social ruins if you kept going after him. You take more of your drink, feeling it fog up your head. Anything was better than thinking about him. You feel a change in the warmth beside you. You look over for Lisa, thinking maybe she came back, only to find someone else. One Kim Taehyung, to be specific.

“Hey, you,” he says gently. This time you hear him. “Having fun?”

You wiggle your cup at him. “Oh, the fun should kick in soon,” you assure him dryly.

Taehyung’s eyes trace over your entire body as you lean against the wooden deck. Your breasts press together and he steals another glance at those piercings. "Aren’t you cold?" he asks when you turn to face him. He hides his embarrassment pretty well. His voice is soft and gentle, but it’s got a raspiness that you won’t soon forget.

You clench your jaw, feeling the haze of the alcohol, or maybe it’s just the way he makes your insides feel. You step closer to Taehyung, shoulders touching. “Not really,” you say, hiding your smile with another sip.

Taehyung looks around cautiously before standing up straight, and taking a step away from you. “Good,” he smiles. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.” And he finds that despite racking his brain for all the million different things he’s ever wanted to say to you, his mind is suddenly blank.

“Uh...okay…” you mumble to yourself, wondering if maybe you’ve read him wrong. That can’t be. You’re sure he wants to be all over you. He probably knew not to flirt back with you. You throw back the rest of your drink in a couple seconds. Oh god, you really did have to stop playing around with him.

Taehyung takes a moment to check behind him, watching a crowd of the Beta Tau brothers clambering back inside the warmth of the house. The deck is much more quiet now. He sighs with relief and turns back around to see you finish off your drink. “I see that fun is kicking in,” Taehyung dares to dip his head lower when he says that. The cold air shrouds you as his hot breath whispers against your ear. A shiver tickles through your spine, but you swear the base of your stomach is tingling with warmth.

You can feel your body thumping lightly, with need. “Yeah...” You turn towards him, trying to get a read on him. Only, you’re most definitely starting to get drunk and the only thing you can register is how broad Taehyung’s shoulders are. You trace them slowly with your eyes before your thoughts start to wander. His chest has gotten broader too. Oh, he’s definitely been working out since he joined Beta Tau. All you can think about is the heat between your thighs, and how that tongue of his could really do the trick...

Taehyung’s eyes don’t go anywhere but down when he sees how erect your nipples are in the cold. “Here,” he says quickly, unravelling himself from his jacket.

You don’t even hear him, but you can’t protest when he’s already pulling the thing around your body. “Thanks,” you say, pleased to see a more fitted outline of his body now that he doesn’t have his jacket. The curve of his collarbone looks like the perfect place to slick your tongue over, to leave kisses.

Taehyung only smiles, lost in the way you look so small in his jacket. You can see his face contort as he searches for the right things to say, and that alone makes you smile. He’s trying so hard. It’s cute. “Now, your pockets are lined with the kind of fun you’re looking for...” he says.

“Wha-” before you can bother to question him, Taehyung disappears to the far side of the deck. You exhale, half with relief, and half with disappointment that he is no longer standing so close to you. Curious about what he said, you pat your palm over the sides of the jacket. You hear a little crinkle in the inner pocket and scrunch the material in your hand to find that there is something in there. You really hope that Taehyung didn’t assume you meant you wanted weed, or something. Not that you’d complain, but you were hoping he wasn’t the one reading you wrong. Pulling a piece of paper out and unfolding it, you are even more perplexed.

no more teasing. my bedroom @4. I need you.

You hear Namjoon’s voice approach you from somewhere inside the house, and you know he’s coming to you. The note seems to be plotting against you as you fumble to fold it back up and slip it into the waistband of your leggings. You’ve barely hidden it well enough before Namjoon pulls you back into his body, arms wrapping around your waist. It’s still sticking out of the hem when you run your hands along his forearm and rest your fingers on top of his.

“You smell like Tae,” Namjoon notes, shaking the jacket on your body. It’s as though for a second, he suspects something.

“It’s cold!” You reason. Namjoon raises his eyebrow at you. “And you were off giving orders to other people,” you pout, nudging Namjoon’s cheek with your nose. “Instead of me.” you push the whisper into his ear with a kitten lick and it’s enough to have him like putty in your hands again. It’s enough to have your body rushing with hormones at the thought of his hands grazing all over your body. He was so good at it last time...

“Oh trust me,” he smirks, grazing his teeth along your neck. You nearly moan his name right there. Stupid alcohol. His hands move away from yours, tracing up the sides your body. “I’ll-”

“Namjoon!”

Namjoon is cut off by the panicked voice calling his name. The exasperated sighs that escape you both are almost harmonious. He looks over your head to find one of the other Beta Tau bros, Jimin, frantically waving him over from the other side of the house. “You really gotta fix this.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, pressing kisses to your cheeks from behind as he frees his hands. “I’m the worst.”

“You are,” you pull his arms back around your waist. “Don’t go…” you look up at him. “Besides, I’m pretty drunk,” you giggle, turning around to face him. His hands move down to your hips, and he plants a quick kiss to your neck in response.

“I have to,” he whispers apologetically. “And I’ll take care of you later,” his voice drops, coating with mischievousness. With one more kiss to your lips, he rushes off. And you’re left entirely too drunk for your own good. You watch him leave, engraving every part of that delicious body of his into your memory. At this rate, your fantasies of either him or Taehyung was the only action you were going to get tonight.

“Wait-” Namjoon stops short and turns to face you from the bottom of the stairs. “You should stay.”

He rushes up the stairs, back over to you, and takes your hands in his. “Will you stay?” Namjoon asks gently.

Taehyung walks by the two of you, watching carefully in his periphery. You can’t seem to move your mouth the way you want as you watch him saunter by, but you find yourself nodding in response to Namjoon. “Yeah,” you whisper.

The wrinkles of the note press deeper into your palm as you squeeze it in your hand. The idea tosses and turns in your mind. It’s so wrong is what you think as Namjoon’s finger grazes against your exposed skin beneath the blanket. But I so want to is what you think when your phone buzzes with the alarm you’ve set.

You quickly tap it off before returning to staring at the ceiling. Namjoon has never been anything but kind to you. Well, unless you ask him to do otherwise, but that stays behind closed doors. Still, it’s Taehyung that you can’t stop thinking about. It’s his voice, his touch, his hands.

You weren’t exclusive. You’d seen Namjoon a handful of times, and only at his own parties. His number was still unsaved in your phone and whenever you passed him on campus, you got a shy smile at best. You weren’t exclusive. Still, it was so hard to pretend that he didn’t act like a boyfriend when he was with you. The way he held you, looked at you, talked to you. Did he do that with anyone else? Did he look at all his hook ups like that?

Just thinking about it made you irritated to be by his side, even if it might not be true. Still, you couldn’t be the only one Namjoon messed around with, or he would have made a move on you by now. Like Taehyung. With that thought, you wrestle yourself out of his entangled arms.

“Stay,” he mumbles sleepily, holding you closer.

“I have to pee,” is what you say, and you even force a giggle when you unravel yourself from Namjoon. He stamps a lazy kiss on your hand before letting you go, and you slip out of his hold, unbothered.

When your bare feet creak against the cold hardwood, your lie becomes becomes a half truth. The small shiver that runs through your body reminds you that you never really peed out that second round of jungle juice.

And that’s how you arrive stone cold sober in front of Taehyung’s bedroom door at a quarter past four. Fifteen minutes late, you note. So, when Taehyung answers, he is all but panting. The black t-shirt that hangs on his body looks to be thrown on haphazardly, and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his neck. His lips look pink and even more moist than they did before. You lick your own lips to wet them.

“Hey.”

“Wow, h-hi,” he stutters. Then he blinks. “Sorry, I just- I didn’t expect-”

When you step toward him, Taehyung quickly presses his lips together. The floorboards creak with your weight. You stop in front of him, studying his expression with amusement. He gulps. The space between the two of you is hardly a full footstep now.

“Wait, you-” and in that moment every scenario other than the one reason you were here floods through Taehyung’s mind. “You got my note, right?” He speaks with caution, because, what if you’re just here to return the jacket? What if you just got lost on your way to the bathroom? What if you heard him say your name so desperately while he was-

Pushing the door to a close behind you, the corners of your lips turn upward, just slightly. “I did.”

He is already falling apart at the thought of you. It’s written all over his face. Taehyung tumbles over syllables on his tongue, unable to speak as fast as his brain puts words into his head. His heart is racing, his mind is racing, his entire body is shaking. “And does he know? Namjoon, I mean. He didn’t see the note, did he?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, fully amused at just how scared he is of Namjoon finding out. You take another step forward.

“Ah, fuck-” he seems to dismiss all his thoughts when he crashes his lips to yours. His hand curves perfectly around the back of your neck and the way he pulled you in with that force, you’re already wet. Your hands fall limply to his sides, fingers running along the dips of his lower back.

“He’s asleep, right?” Taehyung speaks in quick, short breaths, before pressing his lips to yours as though kissing you is his only source of oxygen.

“Yes,” you whimper when Taehyung moves to your neck. “He’s out cold.” Your words only come out in soft murmurs, too enraptured in the way Taehyung’s plush lips travel over your skin. He nips and licks in places you didn’t even know turned you on this much. All you can focus on is his deep, heavy breaths. You cling to him, to the fabric of his shirt, trying to get closer to him, despite being pressed right up to his chest.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taehyung all but pushes you away in his anxiety. “He really won’t wake up? He’s not the heaviest sleeper...”

“Tae,” you huff. “Are we playing 20 questions or are you going to fuck me already?”

“Just-” he cuts himself off and takes a breath. “Just tell me you’re positive he doesn’t suspect this. I’ll be a dead man if someone finds out. You know that.”

You hardly hear what he says before responding. “He doesn’t know a thing,” you say, and push your lips against his again. You run your tongue along his lip and it almost kills you when he cups your face in his hands. He deepens the kiss and presses his tongue against yours for a beat.

His hands travel down your neck, his fingertips absorbing every sensation of your skin before they reach your breasts. His thumbs flicker gently over your nipple piercings, drawing a gentle sigh from your lips. “Tae-” you gasp.

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a smirk and every bone in your body wants him to dominate you. “Take off your clothes,” he says in one breath, and you don’t hesitate.

When you take your shirt off, Taehyung can’t help but stare. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes. He is all but groaning at the sight. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.” And it isn’t until the words leave his mouth that he realizes his mistake.

You can only smile at that. “So, you’ve thought of this before? Of us?”

Taehyung gulps and his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat only turns you on more. He nods, hesitantly.

“Okay,” your voice becomes so quickly coated in a thick saccharine tone. You slowly roll your leggings down to your ankles and kick them off. Knowing Taehyung imagined himself doing all kinds of dirty to you, it made you go a little dizzy. “And what is it that you need from me?”

His breathing grows heavy just thinking about it. “I need you to suck my cock.”

“Ahh,” and all the pieces come together. “So that’s why you were calling my name earlier,” you muse, travelling down his body. Taehyung’s cheeks grow rosy. He doesn’t know how hard you’re trying not to jump him and ride his cock on the spot. Your fingers work quickly to pull his pants down his legs and you can see his member straining against the tight fabric. “You were hoping I’d touch you, weren’t you? Like this?” You palm Taehyung gently through his boxers.

His chest heaves with a stuttered sigh and the sound alone is enough to make you clench up around nothing. He sinks slowly down to the edge of the bed. You run your thumb along his length through the fabric, and it elicits all kinds of broken groans. He leans back on the mattress, grabbing a fistful of sheets in his hands. His eyes are glued to the ceiling, thanking, praising whatever deity put you on your knees in front of him.

“And then...” You pull the boxers down his legs, his member springing free. “This?”

He looks down again, relishing in the way your hand moves along his cock. He nods and slips his lip between his teeth as his breathing grows more rapid. His hips start to buck his hips into your hand and its in your eyes how hungry you both are for each other.

Your gaze darkens when you lean forward to press your lips over his tip. The salty taste of his precum stays on your tongue when you sink your mouth farther over him. He’s hot in your mouth and you can feel yourself soaking against the thin cotton of your panties.

“Oh, god…” Taehyung’s breaths get stuck in his chest, coming out in shaky exhales and fragments of words. You dip your head down and up over Taehyung’s cock. The saliva coats his hard member. Your cheeks hollow out over him and Taehyung has to screw his eyes shut to contain all the sounds in his body. You are pressing your thighs together, rolling your hips around nothing in search of some relief.

Taehyung’s large hands travel up your arms and rest gently behind your neck. He brushes his fingers through your hair while you move faster and faster. “Stop,” he struggles to push the syllables out of his mouth. You pause, mouth still wrapped around his hard, throbbing member. “Your turn,” he chokes. Your lips pop off his tip, with a string of saliva sticking to your chin.

Taehyung pulls you up to meet him, breathing again by your lips. He moans breathlessly against you, spinning to press your back into the mattress. Your legs fall to either side of him, knees lingering against his torso. He rolls his body into you as you kiss, pecking wet spots all over your lower half with his erect member.

“Tae,” your airy voice wipes out every one of Taehyung’s thoughts. “Fuck,” you whimper as he presses his thumb to your clit. All the while, he engraves kisses into the skin of your breasts, biting, licking, pressing, sucking. It’s a cycle that only urges your hips to move of their own accord. “God,” you pant. Your fingers get lost in his hair, pulling and tugging everytime the feeling becomes too much. His tongue around your sensitive nipples pull at your piercing, drawing out his name tangled with sighs of pleasure. His two fingers tease your entrance as your jerk your hips towards him. Your back arches further each time Taehyung slips slightly into you.

He seems unaffected by your desperation until you roll your hips upward in one swift motion. He feels your heat right up against his stomach, so close to his dick. He groans, and looks down, moving his own hips. He places his hand on your waist, and you can feel the spots of your juices he leaves on your skin with his touch. He lowers down to you, bodies meeting, and he slides his cock, up and down, against your hot, wet, lips. “Oh my god,” he groans. “You’re so wet.”

“Tae, Tae, Tae,” you chant, voice breaking and staggering with gasps. “You feel so good, oh my go–” you nearly scream out- and he’s not even in you yet.

“No moaning,” he grunts desperately. “What if he wakes up?” But you couldn’t care less. You keep making the most obscene sounds, and it drives Taehyung mad. Your hands run up and down his strong arms, feeling his muscles flex as he keeps himself above you. “You want him to hear us, don’t you?”

You grab a fistful of Taehyung’s hair and yank him into you, muting your moans and his talking. Taehyung keeps his lips connected to yours as his hands move to his cock. He lines himself up to you and presses his hips gently forward. You look down and watch him disappear inside you before throwing your head back in the pillows with a broken sigh.

You lift your hips, trying to feel him deeper, to adjust better around him, but he presses his palms firmly against your sides. “Taehyung, I swear to go-” you whimper, clenching your walls around him. He doesn’t move.

Taehyung lets out a long and drawn out groan when you pulse against his cock. His arms tremble, his head falling forward as he tries to stay still. “I love the way you look right now. I love the way you can’t control yourself,” he mumbles against your shoulder, shifting slightly. And he’s not wrong. You’ve spent the entire night fantasizing about being pinned down by anyone with a dick that walked by you or so much as looked in your direction. Now, your hair was sticking to your neck and faintly bruising breasts and you were still salivating from the taste of Taehyung on your tongue.

“Taehyung,” your head is spinning, feeling his hard member throb against your walls. “Please, baby,” you thrash your head, searching for some semblance of sanity. It’s getting so hot in here. Your fingers dig through your hair, tugging and pulling. Your teeth bite down on your lip, gnawing, trying to keep from yelling. You’d say anything, do anything, just for him to move.

“He won’t ever see this pussy again, will he?” Taehyung smirks, a certain satisfaction in knowing that you’ve chosen him. You shake your head wildly and hold Taehyung’s wrists. With that, Taehyung moves slowly, hovering his hips over you before thrusting back in.

“Ah,” a gasp drags out of you every time he repeats the motion. His body moves faster, thrusts harder, as you tighten around him. Your walls are pounding against his cock, and your fingers find no solace in the streaks of red you paint along his back. One hand still clings to his wrist, slowly weaving through his fingers as he keeps his grip on your body. He holds your hips, pulling them up towards him every time he comes down, slamming into you. When his grunts grow louder, he stuffs your breast into his mouth, moaning against your flesh. The vibrations feel so good around the sensitive bud, and you can’t help but arch your back up into him, greedy for all you can take while he fucks you relentlessly into the mattress.

Sex at 4am should really be more tiring, but you feel entirely awake. Taehyung’s thrusts grow sloppy and faster, more punishing. “O-okay,” he stutters and shakes with his thrusts. “Stay quiet for me, can you do that?” His voice is so mischievously soft as his palm curls around your throat. “You’re okay, right?” he double checks. You nod slightly before he presses ever so gently on your windpipe. Your chest fills with heat as the panic and adrenaline push through your body in high gear. Though his eyes flash with concern, Taehyung only smirks. The loss of air makes everything fog around you but the trembling in your thighs only seems to intensify.

Taehyung spits one word in a whisper against your ear. “Cum.” His fingers loosen up on your throat before your jaw falls slack at the feeling that shakes through.

His brow is beaded in sweat as he fucks you through your high, and searches for his own, not so far away. “On my breasts” you spit between heaving, shaking breaths.

“What?”

“Cum on me, Tae,” you whine as he continues you to push faster and faster into you. The floorboards creak with the bed and neither of you care to stay too quiet anymore. It’s a dirty string of profanities that shakes out of his mouth before he’s pulling himself out. The long, struggled grunt that leaves him is almost as hot as the ribbons of white that drape your chest.

“Damn,” he chuckles, sitting back on the heels of his feet. Then, slowly, Taehyung gets up to grab a towel from a nearby drawer. He’s gentle and quiet when he wipes himself off your chest. You watch him as he takes care around your breasts, knowing they’re still sensitive, and you can’t help but smile. Heaven and hell, you laugh softly to yourself.

“I don’t want to go back,” you admit in a whisper, running your hands through your hair.

But Taehyung is occupied elsewhere. “Wait-” Taehyung grabs your arm and your stomach flips at his suddenness “-why does that door look like it’s open?”

“What?” You raise your head to look at the door. You swore you heard it close behind you when you came in. “No, it’s closed,” you say, though it sounds less than convincing. You look at Taehyung, gauging his expression.

Then, the tattered floorboards creak around you, and both of you whip your heads towards the door. Holding your breath, you freeze. See, you can’t tell if that was the bed– or if someone’s awake.

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