#vkook smut

[jungk0oksthighs]

Against The Odds | Panicked

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader 

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4k

Jungkook and Taehyung’s friendship is tested for the very first time

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex and sexual frustration, arguments, angst, tense atmosphere, implied kidnapping 

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Is there something going on between you and Y/N?”

Jungkook’s question hangs in the air, filling the atmosphere thick with tension that almost makes Taehyung choke on his beer. Fuck. His heart is beating faster than ever, his back already dampened with sweat beads and truthfully he feels like the worst best friend in the fucking world in this moment. Taking a beat of silence he drinks in Jungkook’s dark hooded eyes, his brows are raised expectantly and Taehyung inhales in preparation of the shit storm he’s about to unfold. Here goes nothing.

“No, there’s nothing going on with me and you fiancé.” He reassures his friend with a low voice. The way Kook’s entire body deflates with relief doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t allow him to feel relaxed for long. He has to tell him the truth, this is his best friend in the entire world and the fact he has feelings for you and your fiancé doesn’t know is slowly eating him alive.

He closes his eyes, dark lashes dusting his tanned cheeks, “That being said…”

“Tae…? The fuck is going on with you and Y/N?” Jungkook whisper-shouts with a racing heart, instinctively gripping his beer tighter, “Did something happen between you when you went to the manor—”

“No! No, no no no nothing happened Guk, nothing has ever happened with me and Y/N. I love you too much to do that to you.”

Jungkook nods, deep down he knows that but he also knows there’s more to this than meets the eye. Especially since Taehyung looks so emotional. “So…?”

“I’m very… Fond of Y/N. I-, I don’t know. I’m single lonely and she’s… Well she’s always been so good to me and of course she’s attractive and recently I can’t help it—”

“Hang on.” Kook scoffs humourlessly, shifting on the sofa he and Tae are sitting on until he’s cross-legged, arms folded, eyes boring into the depths of his life-long friend’s soul when he ruffles his dark hair. “Are you saying you have feelings for her? Or that you really appreciate her as a friend? Because there’s a big fucking difference between the two.”

And that’s when everything changes, when Taehyung clears his throat glances at Jungkook with a guilt-ridden frown and thinly pursed lips.

“Guk…”

But Jungkook doesn’t drop the fold, his eyes are dark and confused as they continue to burn a hole into his friend’s skull. Whether it’s intentional or not Tae will never know. What he does know is that in all the years the pair have known each other, the CEO billionaire has never looked at him like this. It’s unsettling, it makes him nauseous and only amplifies his internal guilt and despair. Taehyung sighs when he catches sight of Kook gnawing his lower lip as if to stop himself from saying something he may regret.

He knows.

Jungkook swallows thickly, digesting the yet-to-be-confirmed yet almost obvious now he really thinks about it piece of information. Is that why Taehyung went to your office last week with food? Is that why he was so eager to take his place at the wedding sample meal? Is this the cause of Taehyung’s shift in personality? Wait a minute this sounds awfully familiar to him. Taehyung’s client… There is no client. Jungkook doesn’t know how to process any of this, it doesn’t feel real. His best friend falling for his fiancé… It’s a situation he wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy.

“How long have you felt like this?” His fights to keep his voice neutral. He loves you. He loves Tae. But this crosses a line he’s not comfortable with.

Taehyung exhales again, he really doesn’t want to get into the specifics of the situation and taint happy memories of your relationship with his sorrows. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna act on it, I’m not. I couldn’t do that to either of you but I can’t-, I can’t lie to you—”

“Do you love her?”

“I…” He hesitates.

Does he love you? Love is a concept he’s familiar with only from romance novels and movies. Love to Taehyung is when a person can’t imagine their life without someone, when their heart beats only for them, when they put the other person’s happiness above their own. Friendship. Connection. Magic. Fire. Kindness. Sacrifice. Lust. Joy. Comfort. Laughter. Love is being able to be your true raw self with someone and never fear judgement. Love is having someone’s back no matter what. But love isn’t always reciprocated. And that love hurts. Love is… Messy. Painful. Emotional. Sometimes it sweeps a person off their feet and hits them harder than a train. Love is something indescribable, something only a person in love would understand.

And he does.

“She can never know about this. Promise me you won’t tell her.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens, “I asked you a question Taehyung. Do you love her?”

“No.” Taehyung quickly tries to convince himself and Kook with a small head shake. “It’s not like that, how can I love someone I can’t have?”

“Well you’re right about that.” Kook inhales, chest heavy with something he’s never felt before. “You can’t have her.”

“I know. I’m never going to act on it Guk and I mean it. I promise you… It’s just a dumb crush… I’ll get over it.” Except it’s a lot more than a dumb crush, and Taehyung has tried getting over it for months now. Maybe a part of him doesn’t want to get over it, it’s not like he’s thrown himself into bed with strangers to distract himself and get you out of his mind. He doesn’t want to do that, for reasons unknown even to him.

Jungkook is visibly upset and deep in thought, so much so that he barely registers Taehyung standing from the sofa wearing work clothes and a disappointed face blanketing his normally fierce profile.  

“I’m gonna head out…” Tae coughs, awkwardly clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “If you hate me and don’t want to be friends—”

“Of course we’re still best friends.” Jungkook sighs, shaking his head, “I love you man, and I could never hate you but I-, this is a lot. I need to process it properly...”

“I understand.” Taehyung nods, wetting his lips before making his way out of the penthouse apartment his best friend shares with his unsuspecting fiancé. 

While his heart feels heavy as it has for a while now, his broad shoulders feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off them. At the very least he’s told the truth tonight. He turns on his heel, glancing back at Jungkook who still sits on the sofa with furrowed brows, chewing the inside of his cheek completely zoned out.

“She can never know… I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. I know I’m asking a lot of you here all things considered but promise me you won’t tell her.” The attorney’s voice is merely a whisper, Kook’s eyes snap out of their trance and straight to him the second he hears it.

“Okay.”

--

The radio silence from Namjoon is slowly breaking your heart. You haven’t seen Charlie in almost three weeks now, nor have you heard from his parents. It’s surprising to you really that Ruth hasn’t yet reached out, especially with it being your birthday next week. 

If you’re being honest you don’t know what you expected your sister to do once she was released from Cypher House, but completely staying out of your way without even a peep just doesn’t seem like her. Especially since she’s apparently ‘in good spirits’ and ‘recovering well’ from her mental illnesses.

As much as you want to show up at Joon’s apartment unannounced to see your nephew you simply can’t find the strength to do it. If they want to keep you away for now, while Ruth readjusts to society and takes on motherhood, that’s if she’s even at Joon’s place, then that’s their decision and you have to accept it. No matter how soul-destroying it’s proving to be.

“Are you okay?” Yuri asks with a quirked brow, noticing you’ve zoned out in the office for what feels like the ten millionth time today.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m good.” You shake the intrusive thoughts from your mind, refocussing on the task at hand.

You’ve been invited to speak at a conference about women’s rights the day before your birthday and so all of your time and attention is solely on preparing for ihat. While you’re honoured that you’ve been invited to such a prestigious event, it’s overwhelming. This paired with the wedding planning, running a business, trying to maintain a happy relationship, socialise, work out, eat three meals a day and staying hydrated is a bit too much. There’s barely enough hours in the day for the things you need to get done and it’s exhausting.

“Has Jungkook made any plans for your birthday?” Yuri’s voice is honeyed, smooth like butter as she closes her laptop and devotes you her full attention. “It’s next week right?”

“Mhm.” You affirm with a small nod, “He hasn’t mentioned anything, plus he knows how busy I’ve been recently so I wouldn’t be surprised if he just wants to do something low-key. I’m not really fussed. It’s just another day.” Your lips form a small smile.

“Like hell it is! Come on it’s your birthday Y/N, try to be a little more excited please.”

“Once I’ve finished this…”

“Not later, now!” Yuri sighs, pinching the bridge of her pixie nose with freshly red manicured fingers. “You’re going to crush the conference, so lets take a break and talk about what you want for your birthday, hm?”

You’re silently laughing, gaze flickering around the pink and gold decor in your office until it lands on your assistant. She’s wearing a rather low cut lemon blouse today, tucked into a black leather pencil skirt. She’s so put together in your eyes, every day she looks flawless and as though she’s managed to get a whole eight hours sleep. Oh how you envy that, you’d just about sell your soul for a lie in and bed day.

“I told you already, you don’t need to get me anything.” You chuckle.

Yuri scoffs, clearly unimpressed, “If I want to out-bestie Jimin I’m gonna have to—”

“You can never out-bestie Jimin.” You snort at her undeniable boldness, “I love you Yuri and I think you’re great but Jimin is my ride or die I’ve known him for sixteen years. You’re my best girl-friend of course you are… But the title of best friend is his.”

“That really fucking hurts.” She pretends to cry and you can’t help but roll your eyes, but soon her rounded features return to normal. “Such a shame he’s gay though… He’s a hottie.”

“He is.” You agree entirely, Jimin is in every sense of the word, a hottie.

“Are you sure you’re okay Y/N…?” Yuri’s question is cautious, as is her expression. “Is something going on with you and Jungkook?”

Ah. There it is.

Truthfully things between you and your fiancé have been a little weird recently. It’s not that he’s mad at you, because he keeps reiterating he’s not, even the times you haven’t actually asked him if he’s angry. But he’s moodier than usual, zoning out of conversations more than normal. And for the first time in your whole relationship your sex life is… Non-existent. 

Maybe it’s because you’re both so busy with work, and with the added stress of family drama and being business owners you haven’t had sex since… Well since he fucked you senseless in the kitchen weeks ago.

“Nope, all good at home. I’m fine really.” You lie through your teeth, and thankfully she leaves it there for now. Internally you’re stuck in a time loop, replaying recent events over and over in case you’ve missed something that could explain Jungkook’s unusual behaviour. But you draw a blank.

When you get home that night things are no better, there’s a tension in the air you can’t pinpoint. Jungkook is busying himself chopping onions and bell peppers while he prepares dinner. Which in itself is strange, you rarely see him cook from scratch he’s much more of a ‘let’s order in’ type of guy when you’re too tired to make dinner. But tonight he’s actually using his kitchen for once, which peaks your interest.

He must’ve been working from home today since he’s wearing nothing save for grey sweatpants. His taught tattooed arms, torso and back on full display while he whistles a familiar tune.

“Good evening…” You chuckle lowly, leaning on the door frame to the kitchen. You feel very overdressed right now in your pinstripe pant suit. 

The way his muscles tense and move with each slice and chop sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your core. You want him, you always want him. But you’re so starved of physical touch that you need him to fuck you senseless more than usual, especially when he pushes his hair back from his chiselled face with a bright smile when he sees you.

“Hey, we’re having enchiladas tonight.” He hums, somewhat smug.

You approach him slowly before hugging him from behind, his strong back flush with the swell of your breasts. “When did you learn how to make enchiladas?”

“Twenty minutes ago.” He admits with a shaky laugh, “Watched a tutorial and it seems easy enough so I thought I’d give it a go. If you get food poisoning I apologise in advance.”

“Well I can think of a way to avoid me food poisoning. Just stop what you’re doing…” You flirt playfully, dragging your hands down to the waistband of his sweats. “And let me help you...”

He’s shaking his head in disbelief, “By all means you can help me cook if you want to, I think I might need it.”

Does he not see that you’re silently offering to suck him dry right now? You frown, tonguing your cheek feeling more than just a tinge offended. “That’s not what I meant Kook… Let me help you, and maybe you can help me after…” You try again, slipping fingertips into his pants.

To this Jungkook pushes your hands away with a breathy chuckle, turning to face you with a neutral expression. “How was work today?”

“What?” Your eyes widen on their own, looking up at Jungkook in astonishment. Did he just turn down your advances twice? To say that’s out of character for him would be an understatement. “Fine, work was fine. Hey is something—”

“Good! How’s the conference preparation going?” He cuts you off when he spins in place, until you’re faced with the spans of his back again.

You feel like screaming. A somewhat sexually frustrated sigh pierces the air before you can catch it and you close your eyes, figuring he doesn’t want to talk about whatever the hell is wrong with him today. “Good. Going good. So is it just us for dinner or is Tae joining us?”

“Nope.” Jungkook emphasises the ‘p’ with a popping noise between his lips, “Just us, unless you wanna call Jimin and Yoongi and see if they’re free? There’s plenty of food.”

“I’ll text Jimin…” You say rather unsurely, noticing the shift in his demeanour immediately. “If there’s plenty of food why haven’t you invited Taehyung over—”

“He’s busy.”  

It’s a few hours later when you, Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin are digging into a delicious Mexican feast cooked by none other than your fiancé. Sitting between the two love birds from downstairs you smile contently, you love nights like this where you get to hang out with your little dysfunctional family, watch tv and play games. 

Except Taehyung is usually here sitting beside Jungkook chugging beer as though it’s water, offering opinions nobody asked for. The atmosphere is a little strange without him you have to admit, but you get over it quickly when you remember he’s busy tonight.

You have to give credit where credit is due, Jungkook has cooked a delicious meal. And you’re sure it’s the first time he’s ever cooked from scratch in his life. You’re proud, moaning softly when you take a bite of what’s on your plate.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying it a little too much.” Jimin snorts, nudging your ribs with a bony elbow. “It’s just Mexican food Y/N, not a passionate night of sex.”

You chuckle, swallowing when you face your best friend, “You say that like there’s a difference. Kook this is amazing, you should cook dinner more often.”

When your eyes fall to your fiancé at the other end of the sofa he’s tucking into his meal unsuspectingly, not looking your way, lost in thought yet again. He doesn’t seem to have heard your compliments and Jimin notices this too, nudging you again which prompts you to look at him instead.

“You two okay?” He frowns, notably concerned when he whispers.

You nod slowly, despite the fact your own brows are furrowed with confusion. “Yeah, I think so…”

“You sure?”

Pausing, you take a beat to mull over your thoughts with a sinking heart.

“I-, I don’t know…”

The sound of Yoongi’s gravelly voice on the other side of you disrupts your little conversation, “I didn’t think Taehyung liked spicy food, is he gonna be okay with this?” He asks, none-the-wiser of the any tension in the room.

Jungkook takes a big gulp of beer before speaking, “Good job he’s not coming tonight then.” His tone is cold and stern when he takes a few nachos between his inked fingers, he doesn’t look at anybody. Gaze fixed to the tv, mind clearly somewhere else altogether.

“How come?” Yoongi is oblivious to your fiancé’s tight jaw and narrowed eyes, which is all you and Jimin can focus on. Trying to analyse the situation from a small distance.

“I didn’t invite him.” Kook shrugs nonchalantly and your mouth falls open in surprise.

“I thought you said he was busy?”

At this Jungkook’s eyes finally meet yours, they’re wide with momentary panic. Like a handsome deer caught in the headlights of his own lies. He’s prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue, seemingly equal parts annoyed and uncertain what to say. Why would he lie about Taehyung being busy? Why wouldn’t he invite his best friend over for dinner, the first dinner he’s ever cooked for everybody? 

Finally Yoongi realises something’s wrong, cautiously looking past you to Jimin who’s staring at you with worried crescent-like eyes. But you’re only looking at Jungkook, who’s lied to you for the very first time.

“He probably is busy tonight, that’s why I didn’t invite him...” He inhales sharply, closely watching you to gauge your reaction. You don’t buy it. Not one bit.

“Have you two fallen out or something?”

Jimin gently squeezes your thigh as if to say ‘stop what you’re doing’ but you settle your beer down onto the coffee table, along with your plate of food. Is that why he’s been acting so strangely? Why wouldn’t he tell you something like that? Jungkook is still watching you, he doesn’t say a word but his doe-eyes are swimming in something indescribable. Hurt? Confusion? You don’t know, but you sure as hell want to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

“They’ve been best friends forever Y/N…” Jimin takes Kook’s silence as a way for him to step into the conversation, his voice is purposely light and blatantly trying to defuse the uncomfortable situation before it happens. “Nothing could make those guys fall out, literally nothing is worth their friendship.” He giggles, “Oh by the way! I spoke to the owner of the boutique about your dress—”

Your best friend is talking to you but you’re not listening at all. He’s right. Jungkook and Taehyung have been best friends their whole lives, nothing is worth terminating their friendship, even temporarily. You probably are just overthinking it… Yet you can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. You know Jungkook well enough to know when he’s upset about something. And for him to lie to you? Despite how white of a lie it was, he still did it. The common denominator here is Taehyung, something must’ve happened.

That’s what leads you to grab your phone and send a text message to the man in question. Now it’s your turn to zone out of the conversation and focus solely on your phone screen.

Y/N: Hey Taehyung, is everything okay?

Tae: Everything’s fine

Even Taehyung is being moody and cold, what the fuck happened between them?

Y/N: Did something happen between you and Kook?

Tae: Why? What did he tell you?

Y/N: Nothing. Have you guys fallen out?

Tae: No. Why are you asking?

An incoming call disrupts your screen and you gasp quietly, earning the attention of everybody in the room whose eyes are now on you. It’s Namjoon.

“Hello?” You answer a little confused, he hasn’t contacted you in a while. The idea of him calling to ask you to pick up his son for the night brings you a hopeful smile.

“Y/N, hey it’s me.” He sounds out of breath, panicked, which wipes the smile clean off your face and your heart sinks into the depths of your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” You frown, you know Namjoon. You recognise this tone. He’s worried.

There is no pause, his words blurt through the phone equal parts desperate and frenzied.

“Ruth’s taken Charlie, they’re missing.”

X

[kookntae4ever]

「 Can't Pretend 」

• explicit 🔞

• 100k words

• fake dating

• best friends to lovers

• family issues

• fluff, angst, and smut

• pining

• slow burn

• idiots in love

• top kth

• bottom jjk

Taehyung is fed up with his parents, who constantly set him up on dates with their business partners' daughters.

To prove he is capable of choosing his own partner, he agrees to fake date his best friend.

Surely, nothing will go wrong, nothing will change between Jungkook and him... right?

[bbseungiee]

obedience class wc: 4710 taekook, explicit, heed tags b!pupkoo x t!tae, hybrid au

click to read

[taekook-97]

Taekook

Hey Guys, I'm new to this platform but I've used another places. Okay.. first of all I'm a writer, Oh I can't really say that, can I? So I basically adore Taekook and of course all members of BTS ... I write and have written few stories staring Taekook and BTS on my other platforms and now I am here to make you guys familiar to me as well

[taekookieeeeflufff]

Finally a photo from this angle😚😌

[hellish-cruelty]

Messy Hair Cuties <3

Pictured: Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys), Min Yoon-gi (Suga, BTS), Fuji Kaze

[rainbowsuitcase]

Taekook X dom Jimin

smut

Jimin loves to tie his subs Taehyung and Jungkook together and stuff them with a double dildo. Sometimes it’s a reward - he touches them, kisses them, strokes their cocks and tells them all about how good they’ve been while letting them pleasure each other - but he really likes it as a punishment.

It’s simple. They can’t come until they’ve earned his touch and to do that, they have to show him how desperate they are. And out of the two of them, Taehyung is definitely the bigger brat and never hesitates to work his hips enough to jostle Jungkook's end of the dildo too.

Jungkook is the more sensitive one. He always starts begging so quickly, tears in his eyes as he tries to keep kissing Taehyung the way Jimin has instructed them to. He can’t help but start moving his hips against Taehyung's and soon the two subs are just a desperate mess, needy and writhing on the bed.

Jimin always, always waits until Taehyung starts begging too. Taehyung knows it, but he loves teasing their poor baby too and so he always, always holds off until Jungook starts begging him.

“Tae hyung, please, please,” Kookie whines, teary eyed, and Taehyung shifts his hips again to make him sob once more.

Only then does he turn his puppy eyes at Jimin and whine, "Jiminie, please" and only then does Jimin reach for them and wrap his hands around their cocks. Only then, as Jungkook sobs with relief and Tae moans with pleasure, does he make them come.

[jeonsscar]

Camping | VK

→ pairing: kim taehyung x jeon jeongguk

→ genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

→ rating: 18+

→ summary: where taekook and the members go camping, but taekook start getting a bit horny and sneaking off to their van.

→ warnings: swearing, teasing, consent, groping, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, tae likes jeongguk's ass, choking, breath play, spanking, hair pulling, tae likes to praise, creampie, manhandling, making out, unprotected sex, dom + big dick tae, cockwarming

→wc: 2K+

"baby, wake up." taehyung caressed jeongguk's hair softly, tugging on it from time to time, smiling when jeongguk groaned and swatted his hand away. taehyung rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around jeongguk's waist and hugged him.

taehyung began placing kisses on jeongguk's neck, making the boy moan at the feeling of taehyung's lips and teeth sometimes scraping against his sensitive skin. jeongguk opened his eyes and turned around to face taehyung.

"i'm awake now." jeongguk grinned, making taehyung laugh. he got up from the bed and grabbed some clothes for jeongguk as he was naked from their sinful activities the night before.

"get ready and eat some breakfast because we need to leave in thirty minutes." and with that taehyung left the bedroom leaving jeongguk to get ready. jeongguk lay there for a couple of minutes before standing up and taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth.

once he was dressed he headed downstairs and ate whatever was in the fridge before grabbing some snacks and bottles of water. they were then thrown into his backpack for the ride to the campsite they will be staying at for two whole weeks. they packed everything yesterday morning so all they had to do was eat and get ready which didn't take that long.

jeongguk and taehyung were driving their van. they will also be sleeping in because there's loads of room in the back that could fit like four to six people. the others were in a car which surprisingly fit all five of them and they had a massive tent in which they would be sleeping.

"i'm going to play some music," jeongguk said and turned his phone on to connect his music to the van. he started playing arctic monkeys 'why'd you only call me when you're high?' and both of them sang along. they listened to music the whole way to the campsite which took them five hours to get to.

once they arrived they gave the camp staff their tickets and proceeded to find where they would be setting up their camp. once they found their camp they parked their vehicles and started to set up the tent and the gazebo. after they had the gazebo and tent up they started to unpack everything. they took out seven chairs for each member and a log burner to place under the gazebo along with the chairs.

it was starting to get dark and cold so hoseok started a fire to warm everyone up. after a couple of hours of chatting around the campfire, taehyung and jeongguk got up to go and set up their bed in the van.

after setting their bed up they lay down and taehyung wrapped his arm around jeongguk's waist while Jungkook snuggled up against taehyung's chest. taehyung brought the blanket up to their necks so they wouldn't get cold during the night.

"goodnight, my darling angel," taehyung whispered and jeongguk smiled at the nickname.

"goodnight, taehyungie." and with that, they both drifted off to sleep.

the next morning yoongi was cooking breakfast for everyone. seokjin and namjoon ventured out to find public toilets and other things they could do while they were there.

taehyung and jeongguk were cuddling and kissing when jimin opened the van and yanked their blanket off of them. this made them groan from the cold air that blew on them.

"jimin, what the fuck?" taehyung wrapped his arm around jeongguk's small waist while jeongguk buried his face in taehyung's chest.

"yoongi is cooking breakfast so get your asses up right now." jimin slammed the van door shut after throwing their blanket back over them.

"baby?" taehyung mumbled.

"hmm?"

"do you want to stay in here and i'll grab you some breakfast?" taehyung rubbed soothing circles on jeongguk's smooth back while jeongguk snuggled into his side a bit more.

"in a minute, i want cuddles." jeongguk giggled when taehyung kissed his nose.

"what my baby wants, my baby gets." so they cuddled for a couple more minutes before taehyung got dressed and headed out where the others were to grab two plates of food for himself and his baby.

when namjoon and seokjin came back after finding the toilets and showers they informed everyone that there was a music festival happening soon. loads of popular artists were going to be performing.

"do you want to go to the festival?" jimin asked. "it's free and you also get to listen to some new artists."

"sounds like a plan, let's go." hoseok replied and they all headed to get ready for the festival after eating. once they arrived at the festival music was blasting through the speakers and people were dancing with drinks in their hands.

"i'm off to get us some drinks!" taehyung shouted so jeongguk could hear him over the loud music. jeongguk nodded and taehyung left to get them some alcoholic drinks.

the rest of the members and jeongguk sat down on the grass while listening to some band called 'palaye royale'. they had some really good music to be honest.

while the members were talking, a group of girls came up to jeongguk and asked for his number. taehyung came back and sat beside jeongguk giving him his drink before narrowing his eyes at the girls who ran off after receiving the intimidating look from taehyung.

"you didn't have to do that." jeongguk pouted and taehyung kissed his pout before taking a sip of his rosé flavoured strongbow.

"well they were trying to get my baby's number and i don't like sharing." jeongguk chuckled and kissed taehyung's cheek before drinking his drink too. through the speakers it was announced that arctic monkeys were going to be playing and jeongguk got excited as they were his favourite band.

"taeee can we get up and dance?" he grabbed taehyung's hand and pulled him up from the grass without waiting for an answer. jeongguk dragged taehyung to the front of the crowd and hugged him as they sang.

they danced together for a couple of hours while listening to a lot of unfamiliar bands and surprisingly they weren't drunk at all. well maybe they were a wee bit tipsy but whatever.

taehyung started to get really horny and started to suck hickeys on jeongguk's neck. he wrapped his arms around jeongguk's waist, slowly trailing his hand down the front of jeongguk's shorts.

"how about we go back to the van, hm?" taehyung whispered into jeongguk's ear before sucking on his earlobe and kissing behind his ear.

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it was already dark when they snuck into the camper van. taehyung reached out and pulled jeongguk in for a kiss; he tasted like apples and cinnamon.

"what do you want me to do?" jeongguk shrugged, pulling away from the kiss to look around the van's small space with wide eyes.

"anything," he said finally, turning back to taehyung with a smile.

"anything you want." with a nod, he ordered jeongguk to sit down on the bed while he got undressed, taking his shirt off first and then unbuckling his pants. jeonggulk spread his legs wide, palming himself through his shorts.

taehyung reached into his pocket and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the bag beside their bed. he placed them both on the bed before getting closer to jeongguk. his face was in front of the fly of his black jeans. when jeongguk found the bulge of taehyung's cock, he sighed dreamily before placing butterfly kisses on it and sucking on it.

"jeongguk-ah, stop teasing." taehyung chuckled, stroking jeonggukk's head before gripping his hair and pulling his head back. taehyung brought his head down to jeongguk's and smashed their lips together.

they fell back on the bed with taehyung trailing kisses and sucking hickeys all over jeongukk's neck and collarbone.

taehyung brought his hand down to his fly and unzipped it pulling his boxers down at the same time. he gripped the shaft of his cock pumping it a couple of times before breaking the kiss, bringing jeongguk's face down to his cock that was leaking with precum.

"suck it, baby." he gripped jeongguk's hair tight as jeongguk slowly began to swirl his tongue around the tip before completely taking in taehyung's cock gagging when it hit the back of his throat. he started to bob his head up and down with slurping noises that started to fill the small space of the van.

"shit, baby. just like that." taehyung gripped even tighter on jeongguk's hair and started to push jeongguk's head down on his cock making him gag even more. he held jeongguk's head for a second before letting go so he could breathe.

taehyung watched as a string of saliva connected his cock and jeongguk's mouth. licking his lips, he wiped the drool from the side of jeongguk's mouth with the back of his hand.

"turn around, lie on your stomach with your ass up," taehyung demanded. jeongguk turned around on his stomach and stuck his ass up ready for taehyung to do whatever he likes with him.

"look at you all ready for me." taehyung chuckles, stroking his thick cock as he stares at his baby who was whining wanting to feel his hyung touch his trembling body. taehyung brought his hands up from his cock to jeongguk's ass, squeezing it teasingly.

"please, hyung." jeongguk whimpered when taehyung brought one of his hands down and slapped jeongguk's ass.

"what do you want, hm?" taehyung rubs his hand soothingly over where he just slapped jeongguk on the ass.

"i want you... i want you to touch me."

"touch you where, baby?"

"i want you to touch my pretty pink fuck hole. please, hyung!" jeongguk couldn't take it anymore, he was too impatient. he pulled down his shorts along with his boxers and reached around to spread his cheeks apart to show taehyung his gaping hole.

"fuck." taehyung chuckled at his needy baby before leaning his face closer towards jeongguk's ass and starting to devour him, making jeongguk moan in pleasure, moving his hands to grip the bed sheets.

a loud, lewd moan escapes jeongguk's lips when taehyung's hand meets his asscheek with a harsh spank. jeongguk lowers his head as his cock twitches. jeongguk weakly smiles, a smile that soon turns into a shocked expression of bliss when taehyung slips his fingers inside him one after the other, scissoring him open. once taehyung is sure jeongguk is stretched enough, he pulls out his fingers and grabs the condom but jeongguk stops him.

"no condom. i want to feel it as you shoot your cum deep inside me." jeongguk demanded with a pout as he took the condom out of taehyung's hand and threw it somewhere and they will probably never find it again.

taehyung chuckled, grabbing the bottle of lube and slicking his cock with it. he spent a few seconds caressing himself, rubbing his wet cockhead against jeongguk's clenched hole and slowly thrusting inside. his hands tightly grip jeongguk's hips which will definitely leave marks the following morning.

he starts to speed up his thrusts, and clapping noises begin to fill the small space along with jeongguk's high-pitched moans as taehyung hits his sweet spot over and over again. taehyung leans down so his stomach is pressed against jeongguk's back. he removes one of his hands from jeongguk's hips using it to turn jeongguk's face, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. he continues to thrust deep inside the younger.

taehyung breaks the kiss and pulls out of the younger one, flipping him around so he can see his pretty face before thrusting back inside even deeper making jeongguk moan louder wrapping his arms around taehyung's neck and bringing him down for another heated kiss.

"touch yourself, baby," taehyung demanded breaking the kiss again and jeongguk wrapped his right hand around his leaking cock fisting himself until he orgasmed all over his stomach and hand, letting out a loud ass moan that the whole campsite probably heard but he didn't care.

taehyung continued to thrust hard and fast moaning in pleasure as he could feel his orgasm nearing. his hips stutter and his thrusts get all sloppy as he comes deep inside the younger's hole painting his insides white. taehyung collapses on top of jeongguk, both of them breathing heavily after their session. taehyung was about to pull out but jeongguk stopped him.

"baby?"

"stay." taehyung chuckled and kissed jeongguk's forehead before flipping them around so jeongguk was lying on his chest. taehyung grabbed some tissue from the bedside drawer and cleaned up jeongguk's hand and stomach before throwing the tissue somewhere and wrapping his arms around jeongguk's waist.

taehyung looked at jeongguk only to see that he was already asleep. "goodnight, angel." taehyung chuckled and soon fell asleep with his cock still in the younger one, cockwarming him.

[mortqlprojections]

jungkook jeon + kim taehyung - my boyfriends 🌉

[byuljoonie]

Hi lovelies, I planned on posting today at 3:30 cst but I’m a bit behind on schedule. I don’t want to rush and give you a sh!t story so it’ll be posted a bit late. Idk what time maybe around 4-7:30pm cst. Have a wonderful day I hope you like it. -dubu

[jungk0oksthighs]

Against The Odds | Walls

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader 

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, love triangle au, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word count - 1.7k

Drabble 1 - The walls aren’t so thick after all - tae pov

warnings: swearing, unrequited feelings, self loathing, male masturbation 

FULL SERIES COLLECTION | PREQUEL SERIES

“Goodnight Tae!” You stumble into your room but he’s sure to catch you and break your fall before it happens.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay in here?” Taehyung asks, silently praying to every higher power that you ask him to stay a little while longer when he physically lays you onto the bed. He tries to ignore the exposed skin of your thigh when the split in your dress opens, but he can’t, he’s seen it now…there’s no going back.

“Yesssss…” You’re ginning widely, “Thanks for tonight Tae.”

“Anytime sweet—”

“Ah-ah!” You hold up your palm in objection, “Stop doing that! Stop being weird!”

“Sorry, fuck I’m wasted…why did we drink so much?” He chuckles, looking down at your body on the bed, imagining you were his for the night. Fuck, no, you’re Jungkook’s. His best friend Jungkook’s.

“Was your idea,” You’re giggling, covering your face, his heart starts beating just a little bit harder at the sound of your laughter, “Goodnight Tae…thanks for getting me here.” The drunken smile on your face is going to be burned into his memory forever.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Taehyung slips into his own hotel room and crashes his back against the closed door, fuck, he is wasted. He finds himself smiling at memories of this evening but shakes his head as if to rid himself of any more thoughts before he gets carried away.

It’s when he’s laying atop of the bed completely alone that reality sinks in. He has feelings for his best friend’s girl, whether he wants to admit it to himself or not – he does. It’s not like he’s in love with you or anything ridiculous like that, it’s just…you’re just… A pained whine leaves his lips. What kind of sick pervert ogles their best friend’s fiancé at the table? And then again when she’s drunkenly sprawled out in bed? Him, that’s who.

The way you carry yourself, so strong and confident, never letting your past darken your present or future. He respects that, fuck he respects that so fucking much. He respects you so fucking much, he respects Jungkook so fucking much, so why, fucking why does his chest tighten every time he sees you?

Ever since you fell asleep on his shoulder on the flight home from Korea he’s held a soft spot for you. At first he willed it away, far away, burying it deep down so he didn’t have to deal with it. When you first started seeing Jungkook he recalls being taken aback by how smitten his life-long friend had become, infatuated even. Guk had never been like that with anyone. But then again Taehyung realises now, you aren’t just anyone.

You turned a scandalous sex tape leak into a business and found a way to help others. Why are you always helping others? Even just the little things like…picking up lunch and painkillers for him yesterday because you knew he was hungover. Why? Why did you have to be so fucking kind. Furthermore, why did he have to convince Jungkook to buy you a drink the night he saw you at Black Swan? You could be engaged to him right now instead. Another frustrated noise fills the otherwise silent room.

The only reason he offered to come here with you tonight was to be a good friend to Jungkook. Jungkook, who’s like a fucking brother to him and yet here he is in a room next to yours, his best friend’s fiancé, already desperate to get back up and knock on your door. Usually he’s much better at keeping his thoughts to himself, hell he’s 99% certain nobody suspects a thing, or at least nobody did before tonight.

You must know by now, surely. Right? It’s not like he’s ever going to act on it, but you’ve seen the way his body tenses when he has to watch you sit on Guk’s lap, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You’ve heard him complain about you kissing your fiancé in front of him too many times to not know. Going back to over a year ago when he bumped into you in the supermarket in the midst of your temporary breakup…you asked him if he thought you should call Jungkook. He couldn’t give you a straight answer even then.

“I know it would mean a lot to him if you do.”

He cringes at the thought, throwing a tired arm over his eyes as if to shield himself from his own memories. But the way you looked tonight…the coy smile on your face when he called you beautiful, the way you giggled at his jokes and mistook his drunken confessions for him just being friendly. He feels like an idiot, a fucking idiot. There are billions of women on the planet, billions. So why does it have to be you that he wants? You with your perfect smile that lights up a room, the way you don’t put up with anybody’s shit, including his own, and that ass…oh god that spankable ass… Jungkook is one lucky fucking bastard.

“What kind of best friend am I?” He’s physically pulling the hairs at his scalp by this point, “You’re gonna be Jungkook’s best man at their wedding, get it together.”

That’s when he hears it, it’s unmistakable…your voice, you’re whiney desperate little voice through the wall.

“God I wish you were here…want you to fuck me so bad…”

“Are you fucking serious?” Taehyung directs his question to the ceiling, why, fucking why. He punches the mattress with a huff of air. Perfect, this is just perfect. Of course in your drunken state you’ve booty dialled Jungkook to help get you off.

He can hear your soft moans and groans, you’re probably fucking yourself with your fingers right now, toying with yourself while you tease the man you love. Blood rushes to his cock at the thought of it, he’s growing harder and harder by the second under his trousers.

“This is so fucking wrong, no Taehyung. Get it together. You’re hearing things.” He tries to convince himself with a whisper.

And for a moment he thinks that he’s right, he can’t hear anything at all now. Okay…good? He’s nodding in approval, thank god for that. He’s quick to rid himself of his clothes, pulling the sheets back before slipping beneath them. When he closes his eyes he sees you laying on the bed, your dress opening just enough for him to see…

“Oh my god Taehyung, pull yourself together for fucks sake.” He mumbles.

His erection stands proud now, balls hot and full of come that’s desperate to be released. No, it’s wrong, it’s so wrong! The unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s voice is what he hears next, muffled through the wall behind him.

“You’re so fucking sexy…”

He can’t help but groan into the back of his hand, biting down hard on the flesh. He’s right, you are fucking sexy. That dress made you look…perfect, fucking perfect. Except you’re probably not even wearing the dress by this point…you’re probably naked, cunt spread wide open while you fuck yourself with your manicured fingers. Fuck. His cock is twitching with anticipation but he promises himself that he’s not going to give into temptation, and boy does he want to stay true to that statement.

“I-I’m close already.” You sound so needy, like such a good little sub…

“Fuck this.” Taehyung spits, angrily gripping the base of his thick cock. Fuck you for not being quieter, fuck you for tormenting him like this, fuck you for always being so nice to him and always looking so good. To put a long story short – fuck you.

He can’t make out all of what’s said, nor does he want to, but he’s certain he hears something that sounds just like ‘Pretend it’s my tongue’ when he fully loses control, flipping over onto his stomach while he messily fucks his tightened palm imagining it’s the walls of your tight little pussy you no doubt have. He wishes you’d pretend your fingers were his tongue instead, god he bets you taste so fucking sweet.

“Fuck, I’m so close…”

“My god Y/N are you trying to kill me?” Taehyung grunts into his pillow with eyes squeezed shut, your voice spurring him on even more so, “Because it’s fucking working.”

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. You’re Y/N, you’re off-limits, you’re marrying his best friend, the man he’s known since he was a fucking baby. So why, fucking why is this the most turned on he’s ever been? Knowing you’re only one room away, presumably naked, doing unspeakable things to yourself knowing full-well that he can hear you.

He picks up the pace, fucking his fist as though it’s your writhing body beneath him, begging him to go harder, to pound you faster, deeper, tears in your pretty eyes when you gasp at his size. Fuck this is so wrong.

That’s when a loud, guttural moan along with his best friend’s name almost shakes the wall, fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this. But the sound of your whines and whimpers are you ride out your high only draw him closer to his own orgasm. A few seconds later he’s spilling his hot seed onto the mattress with furrowed brows and breathy chants of your name.

“Fuck…sweetheart.” He hisses at the oversensitivity, pressing his forehead further into the pillow.

Shit. Taehyung shudders while he tries to catch his own breath.

“I just hope the walls are thick, Taehyung’s in the next room.” He hears your airy giggle, his chest tightening with unwanted emotions. Unwanted being the key word in that statement, and the word that’s going to keep him awake for the rest of the night.

He wants you, but he doesn’t want to.

x

[mysteriouslynervousmentality]

Taekook forever 💜

[kookntae4ever]

「 When It Comes To You There's No Crime 」

• explicit 🔞

• 27.9k words

• alpha kth x alpha jjk

• best friends to lovers

• light angst

• mutual pining

• romance, fluff and smut

• top kth

• bottom jjk

[tkvkfanfics]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.

↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ ↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook ↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character ↝ straight namjoon ↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin ↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ↝ mature 18+ ↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation

ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective, ↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ

ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 2016

Taehyung wasn't sure for how long he was eyeing the opposite wall while his hands, raised in front of his face, were marking the abstract shadows on the white paint spread in multiple layers over the imperfections under it. As the last rays shone in through the setting sun, the paint appeared to glow in shades of orange and red. He opened up his palm, stretching his fingers so wide that the dry skin around his knuckles, red from the cold, harsh weather, threatened to break, and closed them right away, watching how the thin string of a spider web drew patterns on the back of his hand, reaching past his sleeve and ending in the bending where his forearm met his elbow.

If Taehyung had to list the pros and cons, how strictly professional had Namjoon named them, about their new place with the same set of doors and the colour of their sofa matching the kitchen counters, he would copy Hoseok’s enthusiasm seeping through his big bold letters on the plain paper and drag his pen above the faint lines, writing the word ‘bigger’ right at the begging of the first column. But as soon as everyone would nod, peeking in between his fingers, and looked away, too busy with their own lists and minds, he would place the sharp tip of his pen until the ink wouldn’t leak through, and write, ‘but I liked the small cosy more’.

Taehyung took a deep breath in, filling his nose with the smell of novelty coming from the plastic bags stuck with an easy-to-tear tape to the furniture pilling behind the door of his shared room with Namjoon and reached out his hand even more, until the sleeve of his pyjama top wasn’t brushing over his wrist, showing off his favourite bracelets. If he did the same while surrounded by the paper boxes instead of shelves and cabinets, and pillows instead of chairs, in his old room with two bunk beds, the tips of his fingers would brush past the wood planks over Jimin’s old bed and if he stretched out his legs, snapping the bubbles in his knees, his toes would touch the blankets hanging off the mattress. Taehyung felt an indescribable feeling jerking his legs and arms while he was counting the distance between his and Namjoon’s empty bed.

"At least fifteen Mario figures," thought Taehyung as he ran his eyes over the red shine of the hat the plastic man in blue overall was wearing, while kissing the floor, lying by the leg of the wardrobe that was rattling every time someone in the apartment above decided to run instead of walking. He had never thought the distance of furniture could make him feel so lonely.

The unexpected knock cleared the wrinkle of concentration pulling Taehyung’s eyebrows together in a frown and he turned his head, squinting at the gleam dusting of the night under the gap of his closed door. He let his hand fall, hitting his side before bouncing on the mattress. Taehyung grasped the bed sheets, scratching at the soft fabric with his nails, as if they could send strength to his tired muscles and sighed when his bare soles came into contact with the coldness of the floor.

Another soft knock resonated through the room, pulling a huff out of Taehyung’s mouth before a quiet, but loud enough, travelling on the waves of streaming air, “Hyung?” fell on his ears.

Taehyung was standing at the other side of the wood, blinking at the shadow pushing from the hallways and almost touching his toes, while he stared at his arm, pleading it to lift up and set on the handle under his eyes.

“Are you sleeping?” came a muffled voice and once Taehyung’s sleepy mind recognised its familiarity trying to wave away the fog from his awareness, a lazy smile raised up his cheeks, melting the confusion away.

He pushed open the door, jerking in an alert at the loud creaking jumping from the empty hallways and blending with the swoosh of air that tickled his toes. Taehyung’s eyes fell on the figure preventing him from seeing how the opposite walls kept trembling from the powerful snores escaping from the Seokjin’s room.

Jungkook’s socked feet were stomping a step away from the threshold, blowing away the crumbled up polystyrene, rolling from the boxes full of fragile glass, with every thump of his heels, while his knees were shaking, despite the blanket thrown over his shoulders reaching up to his mid tights. Jungkook pulled the edges of the thin fabric closer together as soon as the draught hit him, they were now touching under his chin and stretching over his back while showing the hard bumps of muscles under the smooth surface.

“Hey,’ Jungkook whispered, ‘Can I go in?” he sniffled and looked at Taehyung’s room wrapped in dark.

Taehyung, pouting at the red tint of Jungkook’s scrunching nose, stepped away and pulled the boy inside, covering him in the familiar night ruling over the safety of his asylum, before closing the door behind them.

As soon as the click of the lock drew a smile on Jungkook’s lips, Taehyung pushed him towards his empty bed until the back of his knees didn’t hit his mattress, prompting him to lose his balance and fall between his messy sheets. A soft laugh resonated in the background of the sharp breath as the air stuck within the confines of Jungkook’s lungs, but before it could reach its full potential and scare the spiders undisturbedly spinning their webs, Taehyung plopped down over his body and trapped the sound inside his own throat as his lips moved against Jungkook’s in a shy peck. He could feel Jungkook’s raising chest under his and the quivering of his abdomen muscles as another laugh pushed past his teeth, slamming against Taehyung’s mouth. Soon, both of them were biting on their lips to restrain their giggles from escaping and waking up the other members sleeping in their rooms.

“Kook,’ Taehyung hid his face in the juncture of Jungkook’s shoulder, kissing the point where the joyful rhythm of his life was pulsating erratically against his cheek, ‘you really need to stop showing up in the middle of the night like this,’ he sighed and hoisted up on palms placed on either side of Jungkook’s body, searching for the maknae’s eyes, ‘You're going to get us caught one day. And you know, the price we pay may be too high.”

“But it's the thrill of it, hyung,’ grinned Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, ‘Besides,’ Taehyung could more feel than hear a hand rising on the side of his body, struggling to keep straight, supported only by his weak arms on the wiggly mattress, ‘being with you is worth it.” Something cold touched the sliver of Taehyung’s skin peeking between his pyjama collar and hair tickled his nape. The shiver didn’t even have time to run down his spine, when that something freezing pressed on his neck and his arms gave up under him. Taehyung fell on Jungkook’s chest, knocking his nose against the sharp bone of his chin.

“Almost,” joked Jungkook and the hot air blew on his exposed forehead. Then two strong arms encircled his waist and lifted him up until their lips didn’t meet once again in the dance they were no longer shy to perform.

Taehyung hummed into the kiss, enjoying the warm feeling spreading in his chest, contrasting with the cold fingers boring into his cheeks, reminding him that their inner peace didn’t walk hand in hand with their bodies subconsciously reacting to the low temperatures portraying the pillows and blanket in a welcoming light.

“You are unfair,” it wasn’t clear if the whine was meant to support his words or if the noise chortling in his throat was a reaction to the lack of hot slicked lips forcing his own to part.

“But you like it. Don’t gimme that look,’ uttered Jungkook, ‘I will leave before Namjoon hyung comes,” he said and stole one last kiss, its wetness squelched not only in Taehyung’s ears but also made him pull away and bring the back of his hand to wipe the saliva dripping down his chin while the hit on Jungkook’s shoulder followed the disgusted grimace pulling the corners of his mouth down.

“How was your evening, Kook?” yawned Taehyung and grabbed the pillow fearing to fall down the edge to let his head bore into the plush softness reminding him of his exhaustion ticking towards the late hour with the fog spreading over his consciousness. He reached for Jungkook’s hand moving up and down on his stomach to the rhythm of his regular breaths and pulled it over his body, only to frown when it didn’t bring him the warmth he was hoping for despite where the naked skin of his palm pressed on his uncovered hip a sweat was forming from the heat. Taehyung wished to pull the offensive top protecting Jungkook’s chest over his head and dive into the tropical waves.

“Good,’ mumbled Jungkook, his eyes rolled back to find his face, ‘Busy, as always, but,’ with a sigh he lifted his legs until they were no longer touching the floor and threw them over Taehyung’s - Taehyung could feel his heels sinking into bed under their weight, ‘now I am with you,” he whispered close to his ear - borrowing the corner of the soft pillow to rest his head on - as if Taehyung’s simple presence could lift the strain of his shoulders.

Taehyung turned his head, the sound of his hair rubbing against the pillow case buried his heavy sigh, “Hey, guess what, Kook-ah?’ he began softly, his lips moving close to the tip of Jungkook’s nose, if someone turned the blinds falling over the window, he would be able to count the freckles rising up as the faded brownish spots on the slope of Jungkook’s nose, they were lying that close, ‘Hyungu hyung invited me over to his place tonight, he cooked some delicious tteokbokki just for Jin hyung and me. Trust me, you missed out on a culinary masterpiece! I wish I could save you the leftovers, but we ate everything,” as he proceeded, his voice carried an exciting tone, almost as if he could imagine himself sitting in the savory filled kitchen.

“Oh?” the dark brush of eyebrows lifted up over Jungkook’s eyes in what had to be a surprise. Taehyung had never mentioned why was he pulling the zipper of his winter jacket up sooner than the others still sweating in front of the mirror tonight.

“How's that going?” Jungkook asked simply, but barely masking the curiosity in his voice. It wasn’t rare for Jin’s boyfriend to call him over dinner, if anything, he liked to push in the gaps of Taehyung’s and Jin’s free period to sneak a chocolate bar or not-so-innocent bag of his favourite snacks into his diet while busying himself with the familiarity of Jin’s presence. Taehyung wasn’t stupid, he was well aware that he served as a cover-up, skipping behind Jin’s back like a wiggly tail every time the familiar ringtone of Jin's phone was followed by a photo of Hyungu's freshly shaved face, gleaming on his lit-up phone screen. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling like a small kid whose mouth could be shut up with a sweet stop to his hunger pangs, that were hitting the walls of his empty stomach, while he was glaring at the couple embracing under the brightest lamp.

“It's…,” Taehyung took a while to think, his excitement suddenly gone. He brought his hand close to Jungkook’s face and traced the curve of his nose, prominently sticking out between his cheeks until he didn’t find the narrow dip close to his cheek bone under his fingertip, “Different,” he said at least.

“I am so glad for them, although maybe not quite as much as Hyungu hyung when he looks at Jin hyung. They look so happy together… But you know, here’s the thing,’ after his finger returned to the middle of Jungkook’s face, copying his nose shape, probably to engrave it into his memory, Jungkook’s eyes met in the middle, watching his hand with a new interest, ‘he told me that Namjoon hyung, that he has been urging him to come out to the company, about their relationship.” Taehyung pressed on the squishy tip until it didn’t lay flat, touching the spot beneath, just above the gentle curve of his lips, and Jungkook’s mouth opened to take the air in. They both were following the movement of Taehyung’s digit hovering over Jungkook’s open mouth and a short stroke of tension ran over them before they coughed and hid their burning cheeks behind their palms.

“Uh… complicated,’ said Jungkook eventually, taking over the line of embarrassing closeness they have not yet chosen to cross, ‘Do you think he will?”

“I am clueless, Kook,’ huffed Taehyung, shaking his head, back on his pillow, ‘Jin hyung is… I guess he is torn. It may be not just about them, he's afraid of what it might mean for all of us, especially,’ he rolled his eyes before finishing, ‘uh, what will be Bang PD-nim's reaction.”

“It's tough, hyung,’ Jungkook was slow to nod, ‘Coming out is never easy, and the industry,’ it seemed that the gulp that bobbed with his throat pushed out the words he had carefully thought about before, ‘can be unforgiving.”

Taehyung sighed, “Who wouldn’t be worried about the consequences?” as the last word rolled out of Taehyung’s tongue, his heart thumped against his ribcage with a striking force, if it wasn’t more careful it would imprint its shape there temporarily.

Taehyung’s ears were ringing in the silence they both fell into, meaningfully filling the gaps with their thoughts, louder than their sealed mouth could ever dare to reveal, muffled by a new feeling, heavier than they were familiar with.

“It's tough, isn't it, hyung?’ Taehyung wondered how Jungkook could speak through the lump in his throat, ‘All this hiding and pretending."

Taehyung felt as if someone had stepped in the middle of his chest and with every breath he tried to take, the sole of the stranger’s shoe had only bored deeper, until the liquid swaying inside wasn’t bumping against its unevenness.

The gaze felt begging, tingling on the side of his face and when he answered it, staring right into the wetness of Jungkook’s eyes, expecting his own self to reflect there, however instead he was flooded with sudden waves of memories falling over his mind. He remembered those days characterised by his self-doubt and insecurities, when his fears built up barriers between his desires as he would steal glances at Jungkook but was quick to punish his heart racing towards dreams he had forbidden himself from seeing. He didn’t like returning to those dark times, especially when they were only a knock of the last hot summer away, when he fought with his identity, struggling to the point it felt like he was drowning. He preferred to hide his face behind a facade, put a mask in front of his true emotions, but it became impossible to conceal them from his mind. More than battling with the fear of societal judgment, he was stabbing his own inner turmoil, but instead of vanishing into non-existence it bled, bled so much it poured into the truth.

Taehyung still felt guilty for pushing Jungkook away, wiping his lips, but they continued to ooze the screaming red. But Jungkook had never given up on himself - if Taehyung felt selfishly daring, he would say on them - coming clean and risking a heartbreak. Now, as they lay together in the quiet of Taehyung’s room, he couldn't help but feel a relieving sense of gratitude for the love that had brought them under his blanket.

Their relationship started as a delicate one, catching Taehyung off guard every time he spotted Jungkook’s eyes in the mirror, communicating through the gentle blinks brushing past their cheeks in the mass of other faces, blind to the blush rising on their skin. It all bubbled inside his stomach like the first love, and maybe it really was, on the background of stolen kisses in the dimly lit corners of their practice room, or hidden behind the door of a cubicle, breathing in the sickly reek of toilets, while busy lost in each other’s eyes. But as their love had grown, so had the challenges they faced. The entertainment industry was unforgiving, and the pressure to conform to its expectations weighed heavily on their shoulders. Taehyung knew that Jin’s dilemma about coming out to the company was just a reflection of the larger struggle they all faced.

“Yeah, Kookie, it is. But you know what? It is the path we've chosen, at least for the time being.” Taehyung rubbed his eyes, clearing the sleep filling their corners with his fists. He was momentarily enjoying the lack of grey shadows seeping through, while the wetness spread behind the eyelids eased the itching sensation painting the milky surface faint red.

When Jungkook’s hand grazed along his covered belly, he jerked, not anticipating it, but nuzzled closer until his bent knees didn’t poke the curve of Jungkook’s waist. “I just,’ he could hear Jungkook smack his lips, they had to be just a thin line dipping the corners of his mouth now, ‘wish we didn't have to sneak around like this. It's exhausting,” the whisper sounded on the border of a cry, coping his exasperation.

As Taehyung’s fingers gently stroked Jungkook's hair, he spoke softly, 'I know,’ he spoke more bravely than he felt inside, ‘But remember why we're doing this. We're protecting our love and the group."

Jungkook's sigh filled the room and his voice carried a familiar longing, "I get it, hyung, I do. It's just... sometimes I wish we could be open about us,” he confessed, his grip on Taehyung's fingers tightened, as if not wanting to let go.

Taehyung felt his heart swell with affection and concern, wishing he could offer Jungkook a solution rather than more worries. "I am with you on that, Jungkook,’ he nodded, his voice strained with the weight of their shared burden, ‘But we can't risk it. What if someone catches on? What if they already have?"

Jungkook's arm wrapped around him, drawing him closer, their bodies once again finding comfort in the closeness of their embrace. "Hey, don't worry,’ Jungkook reassured him, his nose tracing the contours of Taehyung's shoulder. He pulled away slightly, allowing a cool rush of air between them. "We've been careful, and Jin hyung is on our side. And if someone does suspect anything,’ his voice gained a newfound strength, as if he was trying to convince both Taehyung and himself, ‘we'll deal with it together, just like we always do."

Taehyung remained silent for a long moment. His fingers were lightly tracing the lines on Jungkook's palm as if he could uncover their future lying in the complex of webs spiralling and tying together into others, but it stayed the same, uncertain. The dread of exposure weighed heavily on him.

“I wish it was a truth,” Taehyung’s lips wrapped around the words but no sound vibrated within his throat.

Taehyung found himself too caught up in the approaching storm, roaring behind the mountains of the future. He stretched his neck to see how far were the fortresses built of pretence that the thunderbolt was setting ablaze, before it hammered on the front door and unleashed where the peace in his life was currently ruling. However, he was only met with the same uncertainty in two eyes watching him, sliding down his cheek. Taehyung’s heavy breath of non-spoken wants spread before their senses of perception, perhaps fogging into the hard-to-see-through mist falling over the room’s midnight shadows, playing with their memories responsive to new-found desires for the alone time together, that they have forgotten about the second bed’s empty mattress and the pillows fluffed against the headrest, winking at them just behind it.

The next time Taehyung reached to rub the sleep away from his eyes, to continue strolling towards what looked to be an infinite night, he found them swollen with a satisfying rest, same as the state of his mind, while lying on the pillow that impressed the fabric lines into the pliant skin of his cheek, with the half of Jungkook’s body thrown over his, in the new day’s rays absorbed room.  And his heart dropped with the sound of huffing coming from his left. Taehyung’s chest felt tense and the muscles in his neck screamed the protests, even going as far as pulling at the sensitive nerve ending, making him to hiss in pain.

Taehyung felt caught red-handed staring right into Namjoon’s eyes, watching him from behind the glasses set on his nose, while he was sitting on his bed. Namjoon brought his index finger to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to wet its surface before the dampness glued it onto the page of the book he was reading. The quiet rustling of a paper must have visited Jungkook’s dreams because he stirred in Taehyung’s arms.

“Hyung?’ gulped Taehyung, ‘Good morning?” he wasn’t sure why the tone of his voice kept rising into the questions. He tried to understand Namjoon’s expression, but it appeared unreadable, hardening around his mouth corners yet with an empty glint in his eyes. As Jungkook shifted again, blowing a snore over his bare neck and raising a panic slowly climbing up from behind Namjoon’s eyebrow raise, he quickly came up with an excuse, ‘We… uh, we were just playing some games last night,’ the way a drop of sweat shone on his forehead had presented him in a guilty light, ‘and I guess we fell asleep?”

The second eyebrow, resting low over Namjoon’s eyelids till now, joined the first one, pulling at the skin, high, close to his hairline. Taehyung attempted an awkward smile but inside he was freaking out. Were they too obvious?

Namjoon’s pursed lips enhancing his noticeable silence continued to play on Taehyung’s anxiety. His mouth opened subconsciously while his teeth found sank into the plush of his bottom lip, tugging at the old habits in nervousness.

Namjoon’s gaze shifted once again between Taehyung’s flush rising on his pale face and Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows while his dreams were slowly meeting their end. He closed the book with a loud thud, spreading the musty smell of old pages, and nodded simply before getting up and leaving the room without saying a word.

As soon as Namjoon’s wide bare back disappeared behind the closed door, Taehyung’s head fell. He ran his eyes over Jungkook’s black tangled strands, seeping the aroma of shampoo all over his pyjama top, while his hand fisted the creased loose fabric around the hem.

“Jungkook-ah,’ whispered Taehyung, his voice still hoarse, brushing over Jungkook’s hair, ‘wake up,” he tapped his shoulder, but the boy’s fingers only tightened around his T-shirt, baring his stomach.

“C’mon.”

“Mmm…’ grunted Jungkook, ‘five mo-ah,’ his mouth stretched around a yawn and his hot breath tickled Taehyung around his navel, ‘five more minutes, Tae,” he mumbled, forgetting about honorifics in the state of half-sleep. Jungkook turned his head so his nose was boring in the gap between his ribs now.  

“Jungkook-ah, it’s important,’ Taehyung spoke louder this time, sounding more urgently, ‘Wake up, now!” he shook him by his shoulders.

“Huh?’ Jungkook’s lips parted before his eyelids raised, smoothing the skin over his rolling eye whites, ‘What’s going on, Tae?” he yawned again and squinted lazily at Taehyung’s face.

“It's about Namjoon hyung, I think he knows something,’ he hurried to answer, checking the closed door after he thought he heard a movement somewhere close, creaking on their floor.

“Wake up.”

Jungkook ruffled his hair, combing his finger through the knots around the crown of his head. “Namjoon hyung?’ he asked, sounding confused, ‘What do you mean?” a painful hiss escaped between his teeth when he pulled at the untamed hair more harsher than he intended. Taehyung reached out and even if overwhelmment spread into his arm as hot blood traveled to his numb from disuse fingers, he ran them through Jungkook’s messy locks.

“You shouldn’t have stayed here last night,” Taehyung began but before he could voice out his concern, he was stopped short by a voice just a few steps away from where they were lying under the sheets, “Hyu-, oh… um,” Jimin mumbled, his foot lingering between Taehyung's room and the hallway. Taehyung watched the slipper slipping off Jimin's toes in the same awkward manner as his eyes were shifting between Jungkook's guilty face and his.

“Jimin hyung,” Jungkook smiled nervously while his fingers circled around Taehyung's wrist trying to pull his hand away from his hair. Jimin's chin jerked as his eyes followed the not so subtle movement.

“Jungkookie, good morning,' Jimin nodded curtly in acknowledgement, pointedly ignoring Taehyung's burning gaze, 'Have you seen Namjoonie hyung?” his words carried an underlying tension that seemed to fill the air around them.

Taehyung noticed Jungkook's chest lifting as he expanded his lungs with the answer, but before it could bubble on his tongue, Taehyung spoke up, “He's not here,' he said sternly, 'Maybe check the living room,” his tone was icy but he couldn't deny the annoyance that rose up his throat as he watched Jimin's head twitching towards him but never meeting his eyes.

Despite the smoke of irritation spiralling out of his fuming nostrils, Jimin couldn’t pretend he had plugs stuffed inside his ears. His face was twisted with frustration and his jaw tightened as soon as Taehyung cleared his throat. He grunted a reluctant, “Thanks,” before kicking into his slipper until it didn't slide back on his foot and he stomped out of the room. The obvious scoff bounced from the walls seconds after he left, among other voices bowing him a greet in the hallway.

As soon as Jimin vanished from the sight, Taehyung became aware of the unvocalized words gulped down by Jungkook’s throat or bitten down by Jungkook’s tongue and one sharp intake of air was enough for him to cut through the possibility with a swish of raising hand to let them be heard.

“Don’t-”

“Hyung, talk to Jimin already,’ however, Jungkook's voice was a wrecking ball that tore down all of Taehyung's flimsy attempts, like a hurricane breaking down all of his efforts, ‘You’ve been avoiding him for too long.”

‘Too long’ perfectly described the passed time since his last year’s late night New York escapade, maybe too perfectly, sighed Taehyung. He couldn’t remember when was the last time Jimin’s smile didn’t turn bitter when he caught Taehyung’s gaze during the group meetings held to discuss their ‘America success- winter 2015’. It was not a secret, at least not for Jungkook, as Taehyung spent the majority of their late night talks complaining about Jimin and Jimin only, that when Jimin turned his back towards the open door and rather had chosen the already crowded room, Taehyung took it personally. “Hyung can be pretty petty if he wants,” Jungkook gave him a look.

“I know,’ Taehyung lowered his eyes, ‘but I'm scared, Kook,’ he hesitated for a moment, ‘Scared that it might be too late.”

Jungkook stared intensely, a mix of emotions on his face, from frustration to concern and sadness. "The longer you stay quiet, the harder it'll be, Tae hyung," he said firmly.

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