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Tuesdays were always worse than Mondays, but way better than Wednesdays. Wednesday was the dreadfulest day of the week, of every week, and there was nothing Jeongguk could do about it, because Wednesdays were the established report days from casting directors.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his black hair, repressing the thought of pulling at it. Going bald wouldn’t do any good to his already atrocious situation.

Damn, saying he was anxious was an understatement. His heart was hammering in his chest, as it did every time this day arrived. He wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with another rejection, and even less sure how he was going to pay rent if that actually happened.

Jeongguk had been going through a dry casting spell, rejection after rejection piling up and pulling down on his self-esteem, suffocating him. He was giving his best, every single time, and still, it was not good enough. There was always something, a ‘You are too tall’ or ‘We are looking for someone with more experience’. His favourite was both a blow and flattery: ‘I’m sorry, you are way too attractive for the role’, and the worst was merely a humiliation: ‘Final decisions are made in my private office, pretty face’.

Sadly, that last one happened more often than he was willing to admit and it never failed to make his stomach turn.

Jeongguk stepped on the bus leading to hell, aka his manager’s office, and pulled out his phone when it chimed in his pocket, his other hand holding onto the yellow, vertical pole.

[ Group Chat: The Stallions ]

09:23, Jimin: Good luck Taetae and Gukah! I’m sure today is the day! ♡

09:23, Jin: No matter what the outcome is, let's get wasted on Friday!

09:24, Yoongi: Again?

09:24, Yoongi: Good luck to all of us then…

09:24, Taehyung: Thank youuuuuu

09:25, Namjoon: Good luck!

09:25, Namjoon: Sorry but this Friday I can’t

09:25, Hoseok: I’m still hungover from last week!

09:25, Hoseok: Best of luck to both of you! ☆

09:26, Jin: Why not?

09:27, Taehyung: Thaaaaanks ♡

09:27, Jeongguk: I think I’m gonna puke

09:27, Jimin: Oh nooooo my baby!!

09:28, Jeongguk: Thank you all tho!

09:28, Namjoon: I have a date

09:28, Jimin: You have a what now???????

09:29, Hoseok: Whaaaatttt!!??

Jeongguk locked his phone and put it back in his pocket, ignoring the constant chiming from the rain of messages from his friends. He appreciated the support, but he was not in the mood. He just wanted this day to be over, to go back to his bed and contemplate all his life choices while dumbly staring at the ceiling.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

He stepped out of the bus and walked down the street to his manager’s building with slow, calculated steps. His phone chimed again, this time a distinctive sound he had set for a specific someone.

09:35, Taehyung:

Hi Gukah

I have an offer to make

In case both of us get rejected again today

09:36, Jeongguk: 

Why do I feel I should be scared?

What do you have in mind?

09:36, Taehyung: 

Nothing bad I promise

Just a random idea I came up with yesterday night

09:37, Jeongguk: 

Which is…?

09:37, Taehyung:

 I'll tell you once we know for sure :)

09:38, Jeongguk: 

Fine

At this point I will say yes to anything

If it helps me pay rent

09:38, Taehyung: 

Pretty sure it would help ;)

Well gooooood luck! Let me know how it goes!

09:39, Jeongguk: 

You too :)

The perks of having a friend on the same line of work were countless. No one else from their group of friends understood him the way Taehyung did, because he, too, went through the same hardships. They had become best buddies over beers at ass o’clock at night on random days, bonding over their miseries and infinite casting rejections.

Taehyung’s friendship was priceless.

Being a failed actor was tough, but having him by his side made it feel way less devastating and more bearable.

“Good morning, Linda.” He greeted the old lady at the front desk.

“Hello there, Jeonggukah,” Linda smiled at him sweetly. “I baked some cookies today. Remember to take some of them with you before going home.”

“Will do,” Jeongguk's eyes squinted, nose scrunching cutely, “Thank you. You are the best. And the sweetest.”

‘‘Oh, young man,’’ Linda waved her hand shyly, brushing the compliment off. ‘‘You know how to make an old lady’s heart race. Go, Mr. Park is waiting for you.’’

Jeongguk sighed, ‘‘Can I just stay here eating cookies with you?’’

‘‘Go,’’ Linda laughed, ‘‘Good luck, my dear.’’

Jeongguk pouted, and headed to Mr. Park’s office, opting not to delay his internal suffering anymore.

He knocked on the door, one, two times.

‘‘Come on in.’’ The deep voice of his manager answered.

Jeongguk took a deep breath, and stepped inside the lion’s den.

‘‘Good morning.’’ He said, voice low, head even lower.

Park was an amazing manager, got him opportunities in castings way out of his league and defended him from the perverts in the industry. But as good as he was professionally, he lacked social competence. Park Seojoon was fierce, reliable and hardworking, but he didn’t hold an ounce of empathy or kindness in his eyes. His words could cut like daggers, and he never cared to measure the impact these could have on others. And the worst thing? He never intended to hurt anyone, it just happened.

‘‘Oh, Jeongguk, morning,’’ When the actor made his way to sit on the chair in front of the man’s desk, he waved him dismissively, ‘‘Don’t bother. There is nothing good to tell you anyway.’’

‘‘What?’’

‘‘Oh, boy, don’t be so surprised,’’ Seojoon leaned back on his black leather chair. ‘‘When was the last time you got accepted? We both saw this coming, or was it just me?’’

‘‘I– Uhm–’’ Jeongguk stuttered, then sighed. ‘‘Yeah. I guess I saw it coming too, I just hopped– Nevermind. What now?’’

‘‘Perhaps we should change the direction of your career a little. This isn’t gonna work,’’ Park put a hand under his chin, meditating on his own words. ‘‘What about modeling? Have you ever considered that? You would be a good fit.’’

‘‘No,’’ Jeongguk’s hands turned into fists on each side of his body, ‘‘I’m an actor.’’

‘‘Are you, now?’’ His manager raised an eyebrow.

The blow hit him directly on the pit of his stomach, taking his breath away.

‘‘Find me another casting, please. Give me another opportunity to prove you wrong.’’

‘‘Fine. I’ll move some strings and see what I can find,’’ The man took a deep breath. When Jeongguk made his way to leave, Seojoon spoke again, ‘‘But Jeongguk, consider what I said. I’m trying to help you here.’’

‘‘Sure,’’ Jeongguk looked at him one more time, almost past the door threshold. ‘‘The answer is no.’’

Jeongguk left the building in a rush, his nails digging into his palms. He forgot about Linda’s cookies, and didn't even look at her on his way out. It was rude and uncalled for, but he couldn't face anyone right now.

There was only one exception.

Jeongguk pulled his phone from his pocket, typed the message with unsteady fingers and blurry vision.

10:03, Jeongguk: 

I’ll be at our spot

If you got the role, please don’t come

Taehyung’s reply came before Jeongguk could lock his screen.

10:03, Taehyung:

I’ll bring beers

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

‘‘Hyung,’’ Jeongguk snorted, ‘‘It’s not even eleven. We should be having hot chocolate or coffee.’’

Taehyung sat next to him on the bench. At this point, from how often they met here, it could be considered their bench. The older one offered him one of the cans, which Jeongguk took anyway.

‘‘Somewhere in the world it’s nine in the evening, Jeonggukah.’’

Jeongguk laughed, feeling some of his initial anxiety leaving his body.

‘‘I don’t know what to do, honestly,’’ Jeongguk disheveled his hair with his free hand, ‘‘I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.’’

‘‘You are not doing anything wrong. We are not doing anything wrong,’’ Taehyung added, taking a sip from his beer. ‘‘These directors are just stupid. Fuck them.’’

They both stayed in silence for a while, looking at the view of the Han River in front of them. Their eyes followed the people and bikes passing by, the children carelessly laughing and running around and the boats full of tourists navigating the calm waters.

Jeongguk sighed. Everyone seemed so happy, in their own magic bubble, while there he was, twenty-seven and already a failure, drowning in unpaid bills and surviving on instant noodles.

‘‘Jeonggukah,’’ Taehyung called his name softly, Jeongguk turned to look at him.

‘‘Hmm?’’

‘‘I’m sorry you didn’t get the role. You should have.’’

‘‘It’s fine, hyung,’’ Jeongguk took the first sip of his beer. It tasted bitter. It always did in moments like this. ‘‘You should have, too.’’

‘‘Yeah… It sucks.’’

‘‘Hey,’’ Jeongguk remembered their message exchange earlier. ‘‘What was this mysterious offer you mentioned?’’

‘‘Oh, right!’’ Taehyung seemed to cheer up, the gloomy atmosphere lifting for a second there. ‘‘Move in with me!’’

‘‘What?’’ Jeongguk choked on his beer, coughing and spilling the liquid on his pants.

Oh well, who cared?

‘‘I thought about it yesterday night,’’ Taehyung continued, excited. ‘‘Rent is due in two weeks and I don’t know how I’m gonna afford it this time knowing I already gave up on fresh food. So I thought, since we go through the same situation, that you could move in and we could share expenses. It would help both of us financially.’’

‘‘Hyung,’’ Jeongguk was momentarily speechless. ‘‘I-I don’t know…’’

Jeongguk was desperate, yes, but so much to the point of giving up the apartment he had fought so hard for? Those walls held all his secrets and memories, held all the broken dreams of his twenty year old self who moved from Busan to Seoul with a suitcase and a heart full of hope. That was many years ago, and he was in no better situation than he was that day when he signed the lease for his overpriced apartment.

To give up on it would mean to accept that he was moving backwards, instead of forward.

‘‘Wouldn’t you get the security deposit back?’’ Taehyung asked, as if trying to convince him. ‘‘Which must be, at least, three months of rent, all at once, for you… Think about that.’’

Fuck.

He was moving backwards even if he didn’t want to admit it, even if he stayed in his own apartment.

Jeongguk reconsidered.

‘‘What about our privacy, hyung? We would be giving that up.’’

‘‘Don’t think of it that way,’’ Taehyung brushed it off. ‘‘You can bring all the girls you want home, just keep the sex out of the common areas. I’ll also do too… from now on.’’

Taehyung smirked, and Jeongguk laughed.

‘‘You are disgusting,’’ Jeongguk pushed his shoulder. ‘‘But I don’t mean that. I meant everyday things. Getting out of the shower and realizing you forgot the towel, or having breakfast just in briefs, or… I don’t know, these things.’’

Taehyung hummed, understanding.

‘‘We can still do all that, can’t we? We are best friends, and both of us are straight. I won’t panic because I see you walking around in boxers, Jeongguk.’’

‘‘I’m very hot, tho.’’ Jeongguk joked.

‘‘I know,’’ Taehyung winked. ‘‘But not my type.’’

‘‘Yeah,’’ Jeongguk agreed. ‘‘I also prefer them with bigger boobs and less dick.’’

‘‘One of them I have and it’s big but, not the one you like, Jeonggukah.’’

‘‘Sure, hyung,’’ Jeongguk chuckled. ‘‘Whatever makes you sleep at night.’’

‘‘Hey!’’ Taehyung frowned. ‘‘It’s true!’’

‘‘Only a man with a small dick would brag about having a big one, hyung.’’

‘‘Jeongguk,’’ Taehyung warned, it seemed that his ego had been shattered. Jeongguk grinned. ‘‘I swear to God I’ll pull my pants down right here, right now, in front of all these children and their moms, if you keep making fun of me.’’

‘‘See,’’ Jeongguk continued his teasing. ‘‘Small dick energy all over.’’

When Taehyung stood up and his long fingers grabbed the zipper of his pants, Jeongguk's eyes widened alarmed.

‘‘What are you doing!’’ He jumped, too, grabbing Taehyung's hand. The beer next to him rolled down the bench, spilling on the grass. ‘‘Are you nuts?’’

Taehyung laughed, sweet and melodic. ‘‘I was joking. I mean, no, I have a big dick, for real, but I won’t show it to you for free.’’

Jeongguk laughed, letting go of his friend’s hand.

‘‘You are insane.’’

‘‘Imagine the fun we would have everyday,’’ Taehyung returned to the initial topic. “If we lived together.’’

‘‘As long as you don’t show me your dick…’’

‘‘Promise I won’t,’’ Taehyung sat on the bench again, stretching his legs and arms. ‘‘Unless you ask nicely.’’

Jeongguk snorted. ‘‘Sure. I’ll keep that in mind.’’

‘‘Does it mean it’s a deal?’’ Taehyung looked at him. ‘‘We are moving in together?’’

‘‘Yeah,’’ Jeongguk nodded. ‘‘I think we are.’’

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The week that followed was a chaos of cartoon boxes, legal documents and trips up and down the stairs of Taehyung’s elevatorless apartment.

‘‘You better buy sound cancelling headphones, Gukah,’’ Hoseok huffed, box in his hands as he left it in Taehyung’s living room. ‘‘Because Taehyung fucks like a mad rabbit.’’

‘‘Oh wow, hyung,’’ Taehyung walked in shirtless, hair still damp from the shower. ‘‘Thank you for the compliment.’’

‘‘I’m warning you,’’ Hoseok insisted, pointing at their friend. ‘‘He is a monster. All these girls moaning for their lives... I still have nightmares about it.''

‘‘Wet dreams, you mean.’’ Taehyung’s grin widened.

‘‘Sure, darling,’’ Hoseok nodded, then turned to the younger. ‘Nightmares.’’ He whispered.

‘‘It can’t be that bad.’’ Jeongguk opened the box, pulling out his Marvel DVD’s.

‘‘We were housemates for two years before I moved in with my boyfriend,’’ Hoseok helped Jeongguk organize his collection in one of Taehyung’s empty shelves. ‘‘I think I know what I’m talking about. And that shit about no sex in common areas, did he mention it to you too?’’

Jeongguk nodded, Taehyung huffed behind them.

‘‘He’s such a liar,’’ Hoseok accused, although with a smile plastered on his face. ‘‘You will definitely walk in on him fucking some random chick over the kitchen counter.’’

‘‘It was once!’’ Taehyung defended himself.

‘‘Once that you know of!’’ Hoseok yelled back. ‘‘I caught you more times, Taehyungah, but never told you! It was already embarrassing enough as it was for those poor girls.’’

‘‘Well,’’ Jeongguk turned to look at Taehyung. ‘‘If I see you and she’s hot, I’ll join you. Be warned.’’

‘‘Sounds good to me. The more, the merrier.’’

‘‘You hets are so closeted bisexuals,’’ Hoseok chuckled. ‘‘Well, I’ll get going now.’’

‘‘So soon?’’ Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘Look at all the unpacking I have to do. I need your help. Pleeease.’’

‘‘Brat, be thankful I carried all your heavy boxes for you,’’ Hoseok reprimanded. ‘‘I’ll have sore muscles for a week. You can ask your new housemate here to help you.’’

Jeongguk snorted. ‘‘Taehyungie hyung is not going to help me at all, he will just go through my stuff like the nosy parker he is.’’

‘‘That he will do,’’ Hoseok agreed. ‘‘This one has zero sense of public decor or basic social rules. Why did you move in with him again?’’

‘‘Your words hurt my feelings, hyung.’’ Taehyung placed his right hand on his chest above  his heart, then sat on the couch gently pushing one of Jeongguk’s boxes aside.

‘‘I’m broke,’’ Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘Why else would I have agreed to this madness?’’

‘‘Gukah, not you too!’’

‘‘Anygays,’’ Hoseok grabbed his jacket and gave a playful salute. ‘‘Off I go. Buy those headphones, Jeonggukah, you’ll need them.’’

‘‘Already on it. Thank you for the help. I owe you one.’’

‘‘Don’t mention it, all good.’’

‘‘Bye, hyung!’’ Taehyung waved, ‘‘See you on Friday!’’

When the door closed, Jeongguk let himself fall next to Taehyung on the couch.

‘‘I’m exhausted,’’ he grunted. ‘‘Are you gonna help me?’’

‘‘Do I have to?’’ Taehyung made a wry face. ‘‘Because I really don’t want to.’’

‘‘Hyung,’’ Jeongguk said drawing the last letter, then leaned his head back on the cushion, ‘‘I have a date tonight and there is no way I’ll make it on time. And I’m telling you, she is hot hot.’’

‘‘Sounds like a you problem, little Gukah.’’

‘‘Hyung, seriously,’’ Jeongguk warned. ‘‘If I don’t score tonight, I’ll make sure to play with my cock so hard my moans will haunt you through the apartment.’’

‘‘Gross,’’ Taehyung looked at him with disgust painted on his face. ‘‘You owe me a big one.’’

‘‘As big as your dick?’’ Jeongguk laughed, teasingly.

‘‘Oh, shut up,’’ Taehyung bumped his shoulder against Jeongguk’s. ‘‘One day you’ll have to swallow your words.’’

‘‘Sure,’’ Jeongguk smirked. ‘‘Might be the same day I swallow your dick, too.’’

Taehyung snorted, and Jeongguk joined him, unaware of how these words would come back to bite him in the ass.

 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Friday night always felt like a summer breeze after a cold winter, like a warm blanket and a hot cup of tea on a raining day, because every Friday at the same time on the same booth at the same bar in Itaewon all his friends gathered to vent about their week. They shared laughs and dramas, alongside beers and a few baskets of fried chicken wings.

‘‘It’s a bummer that Namjoon is not here today.’’ Jin huffed. ‘‘Date my ass.’’

‘‘You are so gone for him,’’ Yoongi shook his head. ‘‘It’s kind of pathetic at this point. Just forget about him, hyung.’’

‘‘Or,’’ Jeongguk joined in after taking a big sip of his beer. ‘‘Just confess already, man. I’m rooting for you.’’

‘‘He is on a date, should I remind you?’’

‘‘Who cares?’’ Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. ‘‘He is still single. Just confess.’’

‘‘I’ll need way more drinks before considering any of this.’’ Jin stood up, legs already unstable enough.

‘‘You’ll pass out before making any decision,’’ Jimin rolled his eyes. ‘‘Like you do every friday.’’

Everyone at the table agreed.

‘‘Is it Hate Jin Day tonight?’’ Jin crossed his arms on his chest. ‘‘Because I think I didn’t see it in my calendar.’’

‘‘We don’t need a specific day for that,’’ Hoseok chuckled. ‘‘Be thankful I bring you home and tuck you in everytime.’’

‘‘You never sing for me, tho’.’’ Jin took some shaky steps heading to the bathroom.

‘‘And I never will,’’ Hoseok raised his voice before the door closed behind their hyung. ‘‘Seriously now, I feel so bad for him.’’

‘‘Me too,’’ Jimin pouted. ‘‘He’s been pinning over Nam for years now.’’

‘‘And Namjoon hyung is so clueless about Jin hyung’s feelings,’’ Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘Sometimes it’s painful to watch.’’

‘‘Yah, yah,’’ Yoongi grabbed his beer. ‘‘Let’s not interfere. It never turns out good when two friends on the same group start dating.’’

Jimin raised an eyebrow. ‘‘What about us?’’

‘‘We started dating before the group was consolidated,’’ Yoongi clarified. ‘‘It doesn’t count, my love.’’

Taehyung gagged at the pet name. ‘‘If you are gonna be all lovey dovey, get out.’’

‘‘Rude,’’ Jimin turned to him, frowning. ‘‘What’s wrong with you?’’

‘‘He had a bad date the other day,’’ Jeongguk rushed to say, teasing with a mischievous smirk. ‘‘He’s been all pouty and grumpy since.’’

‘‘Shut up, Jeongguk,’’ Taehyung grabbed a piece of chicken. ‘‘It was not a bad date. It was great.’’

‘‘But?’’ Hoseok asked, intrigued. ‘‘This asshole of an attitude demands a ‘but’, Taehyungah.’’

‘‘Yeah, tell them.'‘ Jeongguk bit his lower lip, trying to suppress his laugh.

Taehyung huffed, then rolled his eyes. ‘‘She doesn’t want to have sex before marriage.’’

Jeongguk laughed. ‘‘Oh man, it gets funnier each time he says it.’’

‘‘I think it’s sweet,’’ Jimin argued. ‘‘I don’t see why it’s so funny.’’

‘‘There's nothing bad, but that's not my cup of tea. If I wanted sweet,’’ Taehyung retorted. ‘‘I would get myself an icecream, Jiminah. Anyway, I was honest with her and told her I wasn't interested.’’

‘‘Hets are so…’’ Hoseok started.

‘‘Basic.’’ Jimin finished it for him.

‘‘Agreed,’’ Yoongi nodded. ‘‘Couldn’t have said it better myself.’’

‘‘Oh, come on,’’ Jeongguk defended himself. ‘‘As if you guys don’t enjoy sex.’’

‘‘Nah, Jeonggukah,’’ Taehyung said ironically. ‘‘They are all gay monks. They have all taken a vow to the Gay Lord not to get their dicks wet or even think about it.’’

‘‘Considering you two are straight,’’ Yoongi said slowly. ‘’The word ‘dick’ is in your mouths way too often.’’

‘‘A closet made of glass,’’ Hoseok sighed. ‘‘I’ve said it many times.’’

‘‘You wish you could have two hot, perky asses like ours bouncing on your team.’’ Taehyung snorted.

‘‘Surely that sounded way less gay in his head.’’ Jimin laughed.

‘‘Shouldn’t one of us check on Jin?’’ Hoseok changed the topic. ‘‘He’s been in there way too long.’’

‘‘I’ll go,’’ Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘It’s my turn.’’

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jeongguk leaned all his weight on Taehyung, arm around his neck, while the older one’s arm circled his waist. After he had dragged a sobbing, wobbly legged Jin out of the bathroom, they had all been forced by their older hyung to swallow way too many shoots in order to cheer him up. Jeongguk had surpassed his limit by far. Not enough to put him into an ethylic coma, thank God, but enough to blur people, boundaries and bad decisions.

‘‘Jeongukkah,’’ Taehyung called his name, his voice as slurred as Jeongguk’s own probably was. ‘‘You have such a slim waist. Like a woman, but with a buffer chest.’’

And apparently, he wasn’t the only one under the funny effects of alcohol.

‘‘Mmmmh,’’ Jeongguk muttered. ‘‘Is that supposed to be a compliment?’’

‘‘I don’t know,’’ Taehyung snorted. ‘‘Perhaps?’’

Taehyung tried to open the door to their apartment with his free hand, typing the security code in. The numbers must have been dancing for him too, at least they did for Jeongguk, as he made several failed attempts before the door gave in.

‘‘Finally,’’ Taehyung walked in, dragging Jeongguk’s body along despite his steps being equally unsteady. ‘‘We should stop drinking so much. Wait, don’t you have an audition tomorrow?’’

‘‘Shit,’’ Jeongguk blinked. ‘‘Shit, hyung. I totally forgot! Ugh. Well. I't’s not like I will get the role, anyway. Will I?”

Taehyung laughed, turning to look at him, his breath warm against his neck.

‘’Probably not,’’ Taehyung snickered. ‘’Assholes.’’

Jeongguk huffed and rolled his eyes, the room spinning at the action. In an attempt not to kiss the floor, he grabbed Taehyung’s shoulder and pulled him into his space.

‘’Wow. I’m so drunk. Thanks.’’ Jeongguk said, as his best friend placed both his hands on his waist to help him regain his balance.

‘‘Jeongukkah,’’ Taehyung called, his eyes fixed in a particular spot on Jeongguk's face. ‘‘I haven’t noticed before, but you have a tiny mole right under your lower lip. Next to your piercing.’’

He froze, air stuck in his chest, as he felt the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze.

‘’So pretty,” Taehyung whispered.

Jeongguk’s body shivered while a prickling sensation traveled through his skin. Taehyung was so close, closer than he had ever been before, and Jeongguk was drunk, so drunk his mind was going places.

‘‘I know,’’ Jeongguk breathed out. ‘’The mole, I mean- I know.’’

‘‘It’s so pretty I could die,’’ Taehyung said, his expression serious, unreadable.

Silence. Both of them stood in the middle of the living room.

‘‘Have you ever thought about what our hyungs say?’’

‘‘What do they say?’’ He asked. 

For some reason, Jeongguk’s heart pounded in his chest.

‘‘About us,’’ Taehyung sighed, turning his face to the opposite direction. ‘‘About being closeted bisexuals.’’

Jeongguk wet his lips. ‘‘No. I haven’t. Have you?’’

‘‘No,’’ Taehyung rushed to say. ‘‘Never.’’

‘‘Then? Why do you suddenly ask?’’

Taehyung walked Jeongguk to his bedroom, one hand still holding him close. ‘‘Because I’m drunk.’’

‘‘Mmmmh,’’ Jeongguk removed his arm from Taehyung’s shoulders. ‘‘I see.’’

‘‘It got me thinking, while holding you now,’’ Taehyung didn’t leave Jeongguk’s waist. ‘‘Sex is sex. Isn’t it?’’

‘‘I-’’, Jeongguk’s head was foggy from alcohol. But still, his ears turned crimson and his heart skipped a beat. ‘‘I guess? I mean, I don’t know…’’

Taehyung wet his lower lip, his gaze intense. ‘‘What if you get a role and you have to kiss a dude? Or pretend to have sex with him. Would you… do it?’’

‘‘I guess? Well,’’ Jeongguk then took a moment to think about it. ‘‘I mean, it’s all an act… it’s not real. Yes. I would.’’

‘‘Yeah, it’s not real,’’ Taehyung nodded, agreeing. ‘‘We are actors.’’

‘‘Yes. We are.’’

‘‘We should film a video,’’ Taehyung then said. ‘‘You and me. Isn’t that better compared to a random stranger?’’

‘‘What?’’ Jeongguk laughed briefly. ‘‘What are you talking about?’’

‘‘Wait. Seriously. Think about it. We are hot, right? I mean, we are popular with women and I also get hit on by men sometimes, sure you do too,’’ Taehyung blurted out so fast, his words barely made sense. ‘‘We are hot. And we are actors. We should film a video. Like, together. Doing stuff.’’

‘‘Do you mean…’’ Jeongguk blinked, confused but trying hard to follow Taehyung’s train of thought. ‘‘Like, a gay video? Like porn?’’

‘‘Yes. Why not?’’ Taehyung’s grip on Jeongguk’s waist tightened. ‘‘We are actors. Porn is also about acting.’’

In Jeongguk’s drunken mind, it kind of made sense too. ‘‘I guess you are right. Like, it’s not real.’’

‘‘Exactly,’’ Taehyung nodded. ‘‘Wow. We would be so famous. Like, porn stars.’’

Jeongguk roared with laughter.

Taehyung laughed too. ‘‘We are too drunk. Aren’t we?’’

‘‘I think so.’’ Jeongguk shook his head, a smile plastered on his face.

Taehyung finally loosened his grip around his waist, slowly letting go.

‘‘Actors often go off script,’’ Taehyung mumbled, his voice now low and velvety. His eyes were intense, too intense and dark.

Jeongguk couldn’t comprehend why, but he felt his stomach tied up in knots.

‘‘How drunk are you, Gukah?’’ Taehyung asked, taking a step closer.

‘‘A lot,’’ Jeongguk snorted. ‘‘Enough to feel butterflies in my stomach. Which is weird.’’

‘‘Me too.’’ Taehyung wet his lips, then took another step closer.

Taehyung’s hand cupped Jeongguk’s cheek, his thumb caressing the skin softly. Jeongguk’s tongue wet his lower lip, his eyes fluttering close as Taehyung approached him slowly but dangerously.

‘‘We won’t remember any of this tomorrow,’’ Taehyung’s words brushed against Jeongguk’s lips. ‘‘Will we?’’

‘‘No,’’ Jeongguk mumbled. ‘‘Probably not.’’

Then Taehyung closed the distance between their mouths and kissed him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jeongguk woke up at the sound of his alarm with a horrible headache and the taste of Taehyung’s soft lips engraved in his memory.

Oh fuck.

He jumped out of bed, his head throbbing between his hands, fingers pulling from his black hair. He closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He had kissed Taehyung. Or Taehyung had kissed him.

Whatever, logistics didn’t matter.

Jeongguk opened the door of his room slowly, looking at both sides of the corridor. Taehyung’s door was closed. He sighed and walked out tiptoeing pathetically, heading to the bathroom to find the emergency kit and swallow some painkillers. He still had an audition to attend to and he would deal with this mess later.

It was just a chaste kiss, he told himself. Two heavily drunk bros sharing a simple kiss. Nothing to worry about. We are actors. We kiss people all the time in this field.

But not your best friend, another voice joined. Jeongguk ignored it.

However his plans went down the toilet when he saw, horrified, his reflection on the mirror. His neck, usually pale, now covered in love bites of different shapes and purplish tones scattered all around and trailing down his collarbones.

What the hell had happened yesterday!? Did he make out with a fucking vampire?

That didn’t look like a simple chaste kiss AT ALL.

Jeongguk stormed out of the bathroom, brain still pounding in his skull, and rushed to Taehyung’s room.

‘‘You!!’’ He yelled, ‘‘Mother fucker! Wake the fuck up!’’

‘‘Fuck! Don’t yell,’’ Taehyung covered his ears with his pillow, his voice raspy from sleep. ‘‘What the hell is wrong with you?’’

‘‘What’s wrong with me!?’’ Jeongguk pulled angrily at the blanket covering Taehyung’s body. ‘‘What’s wrong with you, hyung!!’’

‘‘Please. Stop yelling,’’ Taehyung grunted. ‘‘What did I do now? Hell, my head is killing me.’’

‘‘I will kill you,’’ Jeongguk replied. ‘‘I swear I will kill you before the hungover does.’’

‘‘Chill, dude,’’ Taehyung sat on the bed. ‘‘What happened?’’

‘‘This happened!’’ Jeongguk tilted his head, showing his neck.

‘‘Oh wow,’’ Taehyung chuckled. ‘‘Feisty woman.’’

‘‘Woman?’’ Jeongguk scoffed, nostrils flaring. ‘‘Unbelievable. It wasn't a woman, Taehyung. It was you, asshole!!’’

‘‘Huh? What are you–’’ Taehyung blinked and then bolted out of bed. ‘‘Oh!! Oh, fuck! I remember!!’’

‘‘Yes. Fuck!’’ Jeongguk clenched his jaw. ‘‘I’m gonna kill you, Taehyung. I swear to God…’’

‘‘I was drunk!’’ Taehyung defended himself. ‘‘And we weren’t supposed to remember a thing, remember?’’

‘‘How am I supposed to forget if you are all over my neck?’’

‘‘In my defense,’’ Taehyung smirked. ‘‘You liked it. A lot. Anyway, just cover it with some concealer.’’

‘‘How can you be so chill about it?’’ Jeongguk frowned, upset and irritated. “We made out!”

‘‘It just happened. We were drunk,’’ Taehyung shrugged. ‘‘No biggie.’’

‘‘No biggie?’’ Jeongguk scoffed, offended. He then covered his face with his hands. ‘‘Fuck, hyung. You are my best friend. I don’t like guys!’’

‘‘What are you implying?’’ Taehyung frowned. ‘‘I also don’t like dudes, dude.’’

‘‘Seriously,’’ Jeongguk grunted. ‘‘You are acting like nothing happened.’’

‘‘Well, that’s what I do for a living. I’m an actor. And you are, too.’’

‘‘This is different.’’

‘‘Is it, tho’?’’ Taehyung was calm, too calm and it was driving Jeongguk insane. Was he overreacting? ‘‘This is no different than kissing a random guy because the script tells you to.’’

‘‘What script, hyung? These are our real lives we are talking about,’’ Jeongguk huffed, exasperated. 

‘‘Look,’’ Taehyung tried again. ‘‘I think there are bigger things for us to worry about, like next month’s rent. Or what we are gonna eat this week. Stuff like that.’’

Jeongguk bit his lower lip while the words sunk in. He sighed. That was kind of true.

‘‘So we made out while drunk? Okay, fine. Not in my plans, but it happened,’’ Taehyung continued talking. ‘‘I can totally live with that because it meant nothing. Did it mean anything to you?”

‘‘Fine. No, it didn’t,’’ Jeongguk sighed, getting the point. ‘‘But I’m not happy about it.’’

‘‘Well, you were yesterday,’’ Taehyung teased and Jeongguk instantly knew this was gonna be an inside joke for a long time. ‘’Now go ace this casting, tiger.’’ 

Tahyung slapped his ass. Jeongguk bolted.

‘‘What the hell, hyung!?’’

‘‘To soon for that?’’ Taehyung smirked, teasingly.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jeongguk wasn't sure if he aced the casting or not, wouldn't be until Wednesday next week, but he was sure he was going to kill his best friend.

The director had asked him to remove his shirt, as the role was to portray an athletic character and they wanted to make sure he would fit the description.

Fuck.

He hadn't considered covering the hickeys on his chest, thinking just the ones along his neck and collarbones would do. 

Taehyung was a damn bloodsucker!

The purplish marks spread all over his pale pecs. The casting director frowned, someone gasped. However, no one in the room made any comment. Jeongguk was very thankful for it, because he wasn’t sure what face he would make if they had asked.

‘’You can put your shirt back on,’’ The woman said. She was sitting in the middle, a few other faces next to her, all of them taking notes and sharing side smiles. ‘’We saw what we wanted to see. You practice many sports, Jeongguk-ssi?’’

‘’Yes I do.’’ Jeongguk nodded, buttoning his black shirt.

Suddenly, the blurry image of Taehyung playing with the hem of his shirt while shirtless on top of him on his bed crossed his mind.

Jeongguk gasped, his body shivering involuntarily.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the people in front of him. He would rather forget about last night, than try to fill in the missing gaps.

‘’The role we are trying to fill in,’’ another nameless face started to say, an older man this time, ‘’Plays football. Have you ever played?’’

‘’Yes. For some years in college,’’ He lied.

‘’Oh,’’ The director seemed surprised. ‘’It wasn’t mentioned in your CV.’’

‘’I might have forgotten to add it.’’ At this point, Jeongguk was desperate. He needed this role, any role.

‘’I see.’’ Everyone seemed to write something down. ‘’Thank you for coming, Jeongguk-ssi. We will make sure to have an answer by next Wednesday.’’

Jeongguk smiled, although internally he wanted to yell. Fucking Wednesdays! 

‘’Thank you for your time and the opportunity. I’ll be waiting for your answer.’’ He bowed. As he was crossing the door, however, he heard someone addressing the elephant in the room.

‘’Did you notice all those marks? Surely a fuckboy. I don’t think we should consider him at all.”

13:15, Jeongguk: 

I fucking hate you 

13:18, Taehyung: 

How was it?

Are you coming for lunch?

13:23, Jeongguk: 

Awful

Yes

13:25, Taehyung: 

What happened?

We only have ramen

13:27, Jeongguk: 

You

You happened

13:27, Taehyung: 

???

13:28, Jeongguk: 

Hyung, my chest was full of hickeys

You should have seen their faces! They were horrified!

I begged Mr. Park for a last chance 

And I fucked up

13:35, Taehyung: 

You still can make it as an actor, Gukah

https://loveislove.com/video64727

Jeongguk frowned and opened the link. It took him exactly two seconds to regret it. 

A video started playing, two young and very naked men going doggy-style on a couch. 

A gay porn video. 

Jeongguk gasped, as the loud, high-pitched moans echoed in the almost empty bus. In the background, the slapping sound of the colliding bodies in the background along with the squelching of lube didn't help either.  He hurried to block his phone, face a bright shade of red, but to his dismay the audio continued for some seconds longer. 

An old lady, two seats in front of him, turned to look at him alarmed. Mortified, Jeongguk pressed the button for the doors to open on a random stop and ran down the street without looking back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Hyung, are you insane!?” Jeongguk stormed into their shared apartment, the door closing with a loud thud behind him. 

“I guess you saw the video?” Taehyung replied calmly from the kitchen, a smile plastered on his face. “It doesn't seem that hard, does it? I totally think we would nail it.”

“What are you talking about!?” Jeongguk yelled, his hands on his hair, pulling at it. ‘’Seriously, why are you torturing me like this?’’

‘’I’m not torturing you, Gukah,’’ Taehyung covered the pot with the boiling water after adding the noodles and spices. ‘’Don’t you remember yesterday’s conversation?’’

‘’Did we talk? I thought your mouth was too busy marking every damn inch of my body.’’ Jeongguk crossed his arms defensively around his middle and Taehyung chuckled, amused.

‘’We agreed to make a video. You and me. Remember?’’ When Jeongguk raised a brow, Taehyung continued. ‘’A porn video, Jeongguk. We agreed to give it a try as porn actors.’’

Jeongguk choked. ‘’What? I’m pretty certain I didn’t agree to that.’’

‘’Yes. You did... Kinda.’’ Taehyung lowered the fire to a shimmer and looked at him.

‘’Why would I?’’ Jeongguk finally left his bag on the floor next to the door, and stepped out of his shoes to grab two big plates to put the noodles on. He was starving. ‘’Seriously, it feels like you are in love with me or something.’’

Taehyung laughed. ‘’Oh, Jeonggukah, of course I love you. But not like that. Never like that, rest assured.’’

‘’Thank God,’’ He had started to worry, honestly. ‘’Then why are you so desperate to have sex  with me and film it?’’

‘’Because…’’ Taehyung sighed, then turned to look at him with nothing but distressed eyes. ‘’I got it bad, Jeongguk. I have not passed a casting in over four months. I have debts to pay and my savings are running low... So when this idea randomly crossed my mind yesterday, it felt like a calingl. Now it’s all I think about! We already made out and it wasn’t that bad. Was it?’’

‘’I-I think, well,’’ Jeongguk stuttered. ‘’The bits and pieces I remember were… Anyway,” Jeongguk cleared his throat. “Not my cup of tea, though. And it doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.’’ He urged himself to add.

Taehyung nodded, smiling. ‘’Same for me. I just thought, sex is sex. Isn’t it? We are best friends. I’m comfortable around you. So, yeah, why not…?’’

‘’I don’t know, hyung.’’ Jeongguk sighed, handing the plates so Taehyung could fill them. He then poured a glass of water for himself.

‘’We would be acting, nothing is real!’’ Taehyung assured him. 

‘’Our dicks would be real, hyung!’’

‘’We don’t need to start directly having sex. Perhaps it's not even needed! We could… make out again and check the reception it has online?’’

‘’How are we gonna make money out of this?’’ Jeongguk sat on his chair in the living room, placing his plate and glass of water on the table.

‘’There’s a website where you can submit your homemade videos. They pay you according to the visualizations, added ads, followers… Some people make a ton of money there.’’

Jeongguk sighed. ‘’We would make money just by making out? This sounds like a scam…’’

‘’It’s legit. I did my homework. Actually,’’ Taehyung sat in front of him, spoonful in his mouth. ‘’I already made a profile for us this morning. People think we are hot.’’

‘’You did what now?’’ Jeongguk's eyes widened. ‘’Hyung, I haven’t agreed to it yet! You can’t go around using my face for this without my permission!’’

‘’Chill, Gukah. It is a picture we took last night, apparently I really liked my work on your chest. None of our faces are in there, although they’ll be in the videos…’’ Taehyung explained.

‘’So you put my ravaged chest as the profile picture?’’

Taehyung nodded, suppressing a smirk. ‘’And my hand around your neck.’’

‘’Your what!?’’ Jeongguk almost choked on his noodles. ‘’When did that happen?’’

“Lastnight?’’ Taehyung shrugged. ‘’People seem to like it, tho’. We have almost a thousand followers waiting for our content!’’

‘’A thousand? Already? Wow!’’ Jeongguk exclaimed, but then seemed to get back to his rational self. ‘’Hyung, aren’t you scared this decision will completely put you out of the acting market? What if this tarnishes our reputation and we can’t become actors anymore?’’

‘’I thought about it,’’ Taehyung sighed. ‘’And definitely our chances in Korea would be doomed. But, hey, I’m pretty sure we could always try in the States or Europe. They are more open to these juicy things over there.’’

Jeongguk nodded slowly, still not convinced. Taehyung's confidence was tempting, honestly, but…

‘’What about dating?’’ Jeongguk asked. ‘’What will we say to our girlfriends when we have them?’’

‘’We don’t need to give explanations to the girls we go out casually with,’’ Taehyung said after a moment of silence. ‘’Once it gets real, then we stop. Also, you would be surprised how many heterosexual women find this hot. Bet some would even agree to a threesome.’’

Jeongguk chuckled, amazed at how Taehyung had an answer for everything. ‘’And why not straight porn? Why with me?’’

‘’Why don’t you let me show you what other people post and the amount of money they make?’’ Taehyung pulled his phone out of his pocket, pushing his empty plate to the side. ‘’I’m sure this will help you understand why it needs to be us together.’’

After a few minutes of scrolling and checking multiple profiles, there was only one single thought filling Jeongguk’s head.

Damn. 

These people are rich rich.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Taehyung arranged the camera under Jeongguk’s heavy gaze. He swallowed, slightly anxious and fidgeting with his hands on the couch while Taehyung moved around fixing the things visible on the frame. 

“Okay,” He said, turning to look at Jeongguk. “Everything should be ready now.”

“Wait-,” Jeongguk blurted out. “Give me a second. How are we gonna do this again?”

“Just like we did last night. Nothing more nothing less.”

“Well, last nightI was drunk,” Jeongguk retorted. “Now I'm not.”

“You want a beer?” Taehyung asked, pointing to the kitchen.

“No. Just- give me a second.” He exhaled, brushing his hair back with his hands.

“Hey,” Taehyung sat next to him. The camera was already recording but they could edit it out later. No one wanted to see Jeongguk panicking. “Look at me. If you don't want to, we don't have to. I just thought, well, it's kind of easy money. Don't you think so?”

“Is this easy for you?” Jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “How, hyung?”

“You are my bro.” He shrugged. “And we are actors.”

“You keep repeating that…”

“Because it's true. Isn't it? Bros can be hoes when there's money involved.”

Jeongguk chuckled, but when he felt Taehyung's dark gaze on him, he felt his heart beating in his throat.

“Come here,” Taehyung's strong hands grabbed him by the hip, lifting him to straddle his lap. “Is this okay for you?”

Jeongguk turned to the camera a few meters on his right, the small red dot blinking. He then looked at Taehyung and nodded.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “It's okay.”

Taehyung smiled. “It’s just a role we are playing. Remember, okay?”

Jeongguk's body shivered when Taehyung moved him to sit more comfortably on his lap, his ass now above his crotch. 

Oh God. We are really doing this.

Okay. Okay. Breathe.

Then Taehyung’s hand cupped one of his cheeks, the one not visible to the camera, his thumb stroking his lower lip.

“Jeonggukah,” He mumbled, voice low. “I'm gonna kiss you now.”

Before Jeongguk could do so much as process the information, Taehyung's pillowy lips were on his. 

Jeongguk closed his eyes as their lips brushed against each other, slow, tentative. He placed his hands on Taehyung’s strong chest, gripping his black shirt. He had kissed hundreds of times before, but never a guy until last night. He felt inexperienced in a field he is used to dominating. His body was stiff.

The pressure on his hip moved to his waist, under his shirt, Taehyung’s fingernails digging into his flesh. He gasped, and as he parted his lips, he felt Taehyung's teeth pulling his lower lip, his tongue soothing it afterwards. Trying not to feel and look stupid on camera, Jeongguk stuck out his tongue, shamelessly meeting Taehyung's. 

The hand on his cheek moved to his nape, as the older pulled him closer, grunting and deepening the kiss. In a matter of seconds, the shift in Taehyung's behaviour made his heart skip a beat. His best friend was devouring his mouth like a starved man, fierce, without an ounce of gentleness.

Was this how Taehyung kissed all his one-night stands?

It was raw and messy, it was rough. The way their lips moved against each other was uncoordinated and arbitrary. It was not beautiful, it was hot, desperate.

This… didn’t feel like kissing a girl. At all.

And still, it felt kind of good.

Jeongguk was trying to keep up, and in an attempt to get to dominate the scene he started moving his hips, grinding himself against his best friend's crotch. Taehyung detached from his mouth and hissed. Jeongguk breathed shakily when the older started kissing his jaw with teeth and tongue, and down his neck.

“Fuck,” Taehyung grunted, voice raspy. “Fuck. You are...”

The compliment, if it was one, was left hanging in the air as he left hickeys on Jeongguk’s skin, marking him again without giving a chance to the previous marks to fade. For some reason, this time he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset.

Jeongguk felt like a white canvas, and Taehyung was the artist.

“Gukah.” Taehyung's breathing was raged, his voice was a sin.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk's chest felt tight, his lungs not really filling at full capacity. Alarmed, he realized he was starting to feel uncomfortable in his pants.

‘‘God,’’ Taehyung sighed, kissing his lips one last time. “That was…”

“Crazy.” Jeongguk finished, his lips feeling wet and swollen.

Taehyung chuckled. ‘’You are a great kisser, bro.’’

Jeongguk swiped over his lower lip. He had been told so. 

He moved out of Taehyung’s lap, trying to cover his half boner with his loose shirt. He tried to ignore how his heart was beating erratically in his chest. His knees felt weak.

‘’You are not bad yourself,’’ he replied, clearing his throat. ‘‘Bro.’’

Taehyung laughed and stood up to grab the camera.

‘’I’ll upload it later. We are gonna be rich, Gukah.’’

Jeongguk took a deep breath, trying to keep his uneasiness under control.

‘’We better be, hyung.’’

‘‘Hey,’’ Taehyung turned to look at him. He looked slightly offended. ‘‘You make it sound like making out with me is an agony.’’

‘‘Well,’’ Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘Kissing guys is not my favorite activity.’’

His dick thought otherwise, but that was beside the point. It was merely a natural reaction.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

‘‘What the hell happened to your neck?’’ Jimin’s eyes roamed Jeongguk’s skin as he opened the door of the apartment a few days later.

Jeongguk cleared his throat. ‘‘It’s a medical condition, hyung.’’

‘‘Sure,’’ Jimin grabbed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head. ‘‘Possesiveness bitchitis? Seriously tho. Someone is definitely pissing on you like a dog on a corner.’’

Jeongguk’s gaze turned to look at Taehyung, who just smirked at him.

‘‘What can I say,’’ Jeongguk welcomed Jimin inside and closed the door. ‘‘I like them possessive.’’

‘‘You do?’’ Jimin snorted.

‘‘I think it suits him,’’ Taehyung said, his eyes gleaming. ‘‘He looks good.’’

I look yours. The thought crossed his head before he could stop it.

‘‘Not my place to kinkshame anyone. I love you no matter what you do,’’ Jimin removed his shoes and sat on the couch. ‘‘What have you two been up to? You barely reply to my messages lately.’’

‘‘We have been kind of busy,’’ Jeongguk rushed to say.

Making out, he didn’t have the guts to add.

‘‘Hmm,’’ Jimin mumbled, staring at them both. Jeongguk and Taehyung shared nervous looks. Well, Jeongguk did, Taehyung was as nonchalant as ever. ‘‘Okay, what’s going on here?’’

‘‘What do you mean?’’ Taehyung raised an eyebrow. He offered Jimin a beer, another to Jeongguk and sat next to Jeongguk, holding his own. ‘‘Cheers.’’

‘‘You two are acting weird.’’ Jimin frowned. Jeongguk stilled, his back as straight as a woodplank.

‘‘Weird? We are not weird.’’ Jeongguk blurted out.

‘‘Is there nothing you would like to share with me?’’ Jimin pushed.

‘‘Nope,’’ Jeongguk replied. ‘‘Right, hyung?’’

‘‘I guess not,’’ Taehyung said with a sly smile.

‘‘Suspicious.’’ Their blond friend grinned. ‘‘Does it have to do with my birthday?’’

‘‘Huh?’’ Taehyung mumbled. ‘‘Your birthday?’’

‘‘Yes!’’ Jeongguk yelled, elbowing Taehyung on the ribs. ‘‘Definitely.’’

‘‘I knew it!’’ Jimin clapped his hands. ‘‘Yoongi is also acting off lately. Are you planning a surprise party?’’

‘‘We can’t say, Jiminah,’’ Taehyung took a sip from his can, totally caught up now. ‘‘That’s what surprise means.’’

‘‘Oh, God.’’ Jimin seemed very excited. ‘‘You totally are! What is it?’’

‘‘Our mouths are sealed,’’ Jeongguk said.

‘‘Sure, they are.’’ Jimin laughed, his eyes shined as if he held a secret of his own.

‘‘Should we play something?’’ Taehyung asked, pointing at their collection of videogames.

‘‘I have a date with Yoongi later,’’ Jimin replied, checking the time on his watch. ‘‘But perhaps a round or two of Overwatch?’’

‘‘Let’s go,’’ Jeongguk stood up to switch on Taehyung’s Playstation 5. ‘‘I’m gonna kick your asses.’’

‘‘Is that what you are into now?’’ Jimin raised an eyebrow, smirking.

‘‘What do you mean? I’m always ready to kick ass.’’ Jeongguk laughed, and his friend chortled.

They spent the next forty-five minutes yelling and playfully pushing at each other. Hanging out with Jimin was fun, it was simple, something life hadn’t been for a while.

The blond’s visit brought some calm to Jeongguk’s head as well. Since last Friday, he had made out with Taehyung a total of four times, three of them recorded, and their videos had become quite popular on the website. That had encouraged Taehyung to discuss taking it a step further before Jimin had unexpectedly appeared.

Now, as Jimin stood by the door putting on his jacket, Jeongguk’s heart started pounding inside his ribcage and his hands felt sweaty, his head going back to his and Taehyung’s unfinished conversation.

‘‘Well.’’ Their friend smiled. ‘‘I’ll see you two tomorrow at the bar?’’

‘‘Yup,’’ Taehyung nodded. ‘‘We’ll be there. We need updates on Jin’s tragic love story.’’

‘‘Poor hyung.’’

Taehyung opened the door, and Jimin crossed it.

‘‘Oh, before I forget.’’ He turned to look at them with a devilish grin plastered on his face. ‘‘I subscribed to your nsfw account. Gotta be a supportive friend.’’

Jeongguk choked. ‘‘What?’’

‘‘Excited to see your next video,’’ Jimin winked. ‘‘See you, my lovelies.’’

He then closed the door behind himself.

Jeongguk’s eyes darted to Taehyung. ‘‘Did you tell him?’’

‘‘Of course not.’’ Taehyung walked to their living room. ‘‘But I forgot he casually enjoys porn on that website. Well, he knows. No biggie.” He shrugged.

Jeongguk covered his face with his hands and grunted.

‘‘Why is everything a ‘no biggie’ for you?’’

‘‘Because it is not a big deal, Jeongguk.’’ Taehyung sat on the couch, his legs open. Jeongguk swallowed.

‘‘Ugh.’’ Jeongguk let out, frustrated.

‘‘Look.’’ Taehung narrowed his eyes. ‘‘If you are so against it, just tell me. The account is doing great and that’s only by making out. Imagine when we start posting more… heated stuff. But if you seriously hate it that much, if you can’t do it, just say so. I don’t want you to feel forced into it or for it to affect our friendship.’’

‘‘I can’t shake the feeling that it’s… weird.’’ Jeongguk sat next to him.

‘‘Perhaps because you aren’t used to it.’’ Taehyung turned to look at him. Jeongguk shivered. ‘‘Some comments did say we looked a little bit stiff.’’

‘‘And you are?’’ Jeongguk questioned. ‘‘Used to it, I mean.’’

‘‘No,’’ Taehyung moved closer to him. ‘‘But I adapt fast. And I don’t overthink. It brings me nothing. Does it bring anything good for you?’’

‘‘No,’’ Jeongguk sighed, eyes on Taehyung’s lips a few breaths away from his own. ‘‘It doesn’t.’’

‘‘Do you always think so much when you are acting?’’ Taehyung whispered, then pressed their lips together in a chaste, innocent kiss.

‘‘I don’t.’’ Jeongguk breathed.

Another kiss.

‘‘This is the same.’’ Taehyung pulled him closer by his nape. ‘‘Just don’t think.’’

Jeongguk closed his eyes, the older’s tone giving him goosebumps.

‘‘So.’’ Taehyung kissed him again. Two more times. ‘‘Are you in this with me?’’

‘‘Yes,’’ Jeongguk almost whimpered. ‘‘I am.’’

‘‘Good,’’ Taehyung kissed his lips one more time before pulling away, a smile lightening his face. ‘‘Because I think we should watch some gay porn.’’

‘‘What?’’

‘‘To know what to do next.’’ Taehyung stood up, looking for the remote and switching off the lights. ‘‘Get some inspiration. You know.’’

‘‘Uhm,’’ Jeongguk swallowed, rubbing his hands on his thighs in an attempt to prevent them from shaking. ‘‘But, like, right now? Together?’’

‘‘Yeah,’’ Taehyung sat back on the couch and browsed on the Smart TV. ‘‘Why not? We definitely need to get more familiarized with it.’’

Jeongguk tried to relax his body and sank on the couch, his eyes straight on the screen.

‘‘Let’s try something chill,’’ Taehyung entered one of the available websites, scrolling down until he seemed to find what he was looking for. ‘‘I think this will do. Ready?’’

Jeongguk turned to him, his face only lit by the TV. He nodded and Taehyung played the video.

In the frame, two guys in a bedroom started kissing hungrily, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, the scene escalated quickly as all layers of clothes were thrown to the floor.

The bed bounced as one pushed the other and then hovered over him. Jeongguk swallowed as manly moans and deep huffs filled their living room, one of the actors now performing a blowjob on the other one while he teased his entrance with his lubed fingers.

‘‘Fuck,’’ Taehyung muttered, too fixated on the screen. ‘‘That one is having his ass stuffed and still, seems to be having fun.’’

Jeongguk had noticed that too, how the man was squirming in pleasure, how his eyes rolled to the back and his mouth parted shamelessly. He felt his throat going dry and his pants getting tight. He tried to sit more comfortably, perhaps open his legs slightly wider.

The moans intensified, Jeongguk could feel them ringing in his ears. Too different from a woman’s, but still, somehow, equally arousing.

‘‘I’m not gay,’’ Taehyung huffed, eyes not leaving the scene. ‘‘But the way he sounds… I’m getting kind of...’’

Jeongguk’s mouth parted, a gasp left his lips as Taehyung turned to look at him. His gaze then lowered to the tent on Jeongguk’s pants.

‘‘Glad to see that you are, too.’’

‘‘Shu-shut up.’’ Jeongguk took a deep breath, his face heating up.

‘‘You can touch yourself,’’ Taehyung wet his lower lip. ‘‘I don’t mind.’’

‘‘I won’t.’’ Jeongguk shook his head, eyes back on the film where the bottom parted his legs to accommodate the top, who rubbed his hard dick against his hole a few times before slowly sinking in.

Jeongguk whined, breathlessly, when he felt Taehyung’s strong hand gripping his thigh, fingers squishing the flesh above his gray joggers.

‘‘What are you doing?’’ Jeongguk could barely recognize his own voice. He sounded lost, needy.

‘‘You sure you don’t need some relief?’’ Taehyung’s voice was deep, coated with his own arousal. ‘‘It seems uncomfortable, Gukah.’’

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

‘‘I’ll do it too,’’ Taehyung’s fingers rubbed circles on his inner thigh. ‘‘Would that make you feel better?’’

‘‘You want us to jerk off… together?’’

‘‘We are having sex at some point,’’ Taehyung gave him one last squeeze, now closer to his boner. It’s best if we get used to seeing each other’s dicks.’’

‘‘Hyung…’’

‘‘Let’s make a deal,’’ Taehyung smirked, palming himself above his pants a few times. Jeongguk wet his lips, mesmerized when Taehyung’s hands pushed his pants down to his thighs. His dick stood proudly, thick and tip wet. Jeongguk’s doe eyes widened. ‘‘First one to cum, has to bottom.’’

‘‘There’s no way that’s gonna fit inside me,’’ Jeongguk blurted out.

‘‘Then you need to cum after me.’’

Jeongguk shivered. The challenge in Taehyung’s voice, the image of the two guys having sex and their insatiable moans filling him with courage.

‘‘Fine,’’ he muttered, taking a deep breath. He put his hand inside his boxers, closing his eyes for a second at the feeling of his hard cock in his palm.

‘‘No,’’ Taehyung complained, voice husky. Jeongguk turned to look at him, heat coiling in his lower belly as Taehyung stroked himself. ‘‘Out. Pull it out, too. I want to see you.’’

‘‘Fuck,’’ Jeongguk groaned. His dick twitched in his hand. ‘‘Okay. Happy?’’

‘‘God, Gukah,’’ Taehyung bit his lower lip as Jeongguk freed himself, his dick thinner than Taehyung’s but longer, head slightly pinkish. ‘‘I would have never thought a cock could be pretty, but yours is.’’

‘‘Don’t say those things…’’

‘‘But it’s true,’’ Taehyung’s tongue wet his lips. ‘‘So pretty.’’

Jeongguk’s breath hitched. Looking at Taehyung while jerking himself was too much, felt too much, so he turned to the screen instead. The two guys had changed position, from missionary to on all fours.

‘‘I like the previous one better,’’ Taehyung’s voice was a sin to his ears, the sound of his hand stroking his dick next to him, even worse. ‘‘I like to see the face of the person I fuck.’’

Jeongguk’s toes curled in his socks, and his chest felt heavy. He felt near the edge.

'‘I want to see your face,’’ Taehyung had moved closer, his lips brushing his ear. ‘‘When I fuck you.’’

A whine escaped Jeongguk’s lips, as he felt Taehyung kissing his neck.

‘‘You sound so good, Gukah.’’

‘‘That-that’s cheating,’’ Jeongguk’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his dick. ‘‘Stop.’’

‘‘We never set rules,’’ Taehyung’s tongue licked a strip on Jeongguk's neck. ‘‘Can you cum for hyung, Gukah? Can you let hyung hear the pretty sounds you make? Hyung would really want to fuck you.’’

As if it wasn’t enough of a torture for Jeongguk, he felt Taehyung’s hand on top of his own. He rolled his head back, resting it on the pillow behind him, as a deep, broken moan broke out of his lips.

‘‘Ahh, ahhh, fuck,’’ He whimpered, thighs shaking as he tried to part his legs even wider. Taehyung’s grip dictated the rhythm now, and it was frenetic. ‘‘Hyung. Please. Please.’’

Taehyung grabbed his own dick with his other hand, while he jerked Jeongguk off and devoured his neck.

‘‘Cum for hyung, Gukah. We both know you want to.’’

And Jeongguk did. He came first.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jeongguk stared at his distorted reflection on the spoon until his eyes itched. He didn’t look any different, aside from a few more purple marks here and there, but he felt like a different person. It was conflicting, it was weird, and he didn’t know how to get back to his normal self. 

Fuck. 

He didn’t even know if he could, or if he wanted to. He had a feeling he didn’t know who he was anymore, and that was scary.

He blinked, then sank the spoon in his bowl of kimchi fried rice and sighed. He ate slowly and in silence, a contrast to all the chaos and noise inside his head. He tried hard, really hard, to not think about yesterday, to not think about… 

Taehyung entered the living room and approached the table where he was sitting, a few seconds later. 

… him.

His hair was a nest of brown curls and his pyjama pants hanging low around his hips. His bare chest was not something new to Jeongguk’s sight and still, from the way his heart tried to break out of his chest, it seemed like it.

‘’Good morning,’’ His best friend muttered in a deep, sleepy voice. As Jeongguk nodded in acknowledgement, he felt Taehyung’s hand squeezing the back of his neck, fingers digging into his flesh and kneading it.

Jeongguk coughed, rice going down the wrong way, palm hitting on his chest to relieve some of the ache. He also felt a fluttering in his stomach caused by a completely different reason, which he opted to dismiss in favour of breathing.

‘’Gukah, you okay?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ He managed to let out, voice hoarse and eyes red. He coughed again. ‘’All good.’’

Taehyung smiled, looking almost endeared by the scene. ‘’You sure?’’

‘’Yeah, of course,’’ Jeongguk cleared his throat and rushed to add. ‘’Why wouldn’t I?’’

Taehyung nodded, that boxy smile still plastered on his face. ‘’What are you eating?’’

‘’It’s just-’’ The words slowly faded as his best friend grabbed his hand and guided the full spoon to his own mouth. He gasped at the domesticity of the action, at the warm but firm hold of Taehyung’s fingers on his skin, fingers that had been in more intimate parts of his body, and at the unexpected and unwelcomed feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

Taehyung swallowed, his face way too close for Jeongguk’s sanity.

‘’Oh my God!’’ Taehyung moaned. ‘’This is so good!’’

Jeongguk’s body stiffened at the shameless sound escaping his best friend’s lips, the air getting stuck in his chest.

‘’Do we have more?’’ Taehyung asked him, apparently oblivious, letting go of his hand.

‘’No,’’ Jeongguk replied, feeling uneasy. ‘’But you can have mine. I’m not hungry anymore.’’

And it was true, he had completely lost his appetite, way too busy chewing on new, troubling thoughts. Whatever they meant.

He walked to his room in hopes that a few hours to himself would make these feelings, these thoughts, fade, but it was not the case. They didn’t just linger, they intensified and traveled along with them as they both took a taxi to meet their friends. Jeongguk tried his best to avoid conversation, head deep in his phone, but Taehyung made it hard just by existing.

To make it worse, that night the bar was so crowded that the seven of them had to share the only small table available. However, no one seemed to care as the conversation and beers flowed. But Jeongguk did, because in that tiny space his knee brushed against Taehyung’s under the table and their arms were so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

This was something he definitely would have never minded in the past, would not have even bothered to acknowledge, but it was all different now and the blush on his cheeks and the twitch of his fingers around his glass bottle was a physical indication of it. He had barely taken a sip of his drink, and yet, he felt his head in the clouds and the room spinning.

He wanted to go home, but his home was Taehyung’s too.

Fuck.

There was nowhere he could hide. And still, what exactly was he trying to run away from? From his best friend or from the fact that his mouth was sucking marks on his neck and his long, slender fingers were on his dick a little over twenty-four hours ago?

Jeongguk had felt weird since that morning, the situation was weird and the look in Taehyung’s eyes when their gazes met was the weirdest thing of them all. Taehyung was so unbothered, so nonchalant, and it made Jeongguk’s body tense.

He then tried to pull his leg away, scooting himself closer to Hoseok’s side until their shoulders were practically glued together. The aforementioned was so deep in conversation with Jimin about Taylor Swift's latest album that he barely noticed. But Jeongguk’s efforts were in vain. His body stiffened, goosebumps covering his skin when he felt his best friend’s fingertips under the table, slowly caressing the skin on the rip of his black jeans.

‘‘You good, Gukah?’’ Taehyung asked, leaning towards him, his deep voice barely a whisper.

Jeongguk’s fingers twitched around his drink. ‘‘Yeah.’’ He wet his lips. For a reason he was not ready to understand yet, this was too much right now. He needed to run. ‘‘I just need to go to the bathroom.’’

He jumped from his seat, the sudden movement causing his chair to scratch the floor, forcing out a very unpleasant sound. When all his hyungs turned to look at him confused, Jeongguk stuttered a:

‘‘Sorry I-uh-need toilet.’’

He turned around without waiting for a reply or a reaction. His face felt warm and his head clouded, but he did look at Taehyung one last time. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to see reflected in those brown orbs, but for sure it wasn’t the quietude and serenity he was used to and that did nothing but worsen his uneasiness.

Stupid. Jeongguk felt stupid.

He felt too much, he thought too much.

When the bathroom door closed behind him, he approached the sink with long steps and opened the faucet. The water ran down as he stared at his image in the mirror, his cheeks colored in carmine and his eyes pleading for answers to a question he didn’t have. He cupped the cold water and splashed it on his face as the door opened behind him. Eyes still closed, his body tensed at the idea of it being his best friend.

But then Yoongi’s voice reached his ears.

‘‘Are you okay, Gukah? And before you say ‘yes’, please think about your answer because I won’t ask you twice.’’

Jeongguk took a deep breath and he opened his eyes, drying the remaining droplets with some paper towel hanging from the dispenser to his left. He then turned around to Yoongi who was leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed above his chest.

‘‘Why?’’ He asked.

His hyung just shrugged.

‘‘How much do you know?’’ Jeongguk blurted out, trying to save them both minutes of beating around the bush. ‘‘Jimin told you, didn’t he?’’

‘‘Do you think he watches porn without me around? He is so happy about you two, as weird as it may sound.’’

‘‘Do the hyungs know too?’’ Jeongguk’s heart pounded erratically in his chest.

Why would it matter Jeongguk wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want any of them knowing yet, not until he was so damn famous that he could just take his private jet to a very far away continent and never have to face their interrogation.

Yoongi shook his head. ‘‘No, they don’t.’’

Jeongguk took a deep breath, then placed his hands on the edge of the sink and leaned his back against it. ‘‘Thank God.’’

Yoongi stared at him for a while. ‘‘You look like shit.’’

Jeongguk scoffed. ‘‘Thanks, hyung.’’

‘‘You wanna talk about it?’’

‘‘Not here.’’ Jeongguk replied as someone flushed the toilet.

‘‘Wanna go out for a smoke?’’

Jeongguk nodded. ‘‘Let me grab my jacket.’’

They headed to their table, where their friends were being loud, chaotic and completely oblivious, which he was very thankful for. Jeongguk grabbed the black jacket on his chair without looking at anyone in particular, although he felt Jimin’s heavy gaze on him. And then, before he could turn, Taehyung grabbed his wrist, forcing Jeongguk to face him.

‘‘Are you leaving?’’

Jeongguk shook his head. ‘‘Out. Smoke.’’

‘‘I’m coming with you.’’ Taehyung tried to stand up, but Jeongguk placed his free hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him back down.

‘‘No,’’ He said harshly and observed how Taehyung’s mouth parted, stunned. ‘‘I’m going with hyung.’’

Something twisted in his stomach, something close to satisfaction, as Taehyung’s pretty brown eyes finally showed some concern.

‘‘Oh.’’ Taehyung just muttered, freeing Jeongguk from his hold.

Once outside, cigarette in hand and smoke coming out of his lips, he asked Yoongi.

‘‘So, Jimin sent you for the juicy details?’’

‘‘No,’’ Yoongi replied, bringing the lit cigarette to his mouth and inhaling. A pause, more smoke. ‘‘If I wanted that, I would go for Taehyung.’’

That was about right. Jeongguk was actually surprised that his best friend was keeping it a secret as well.

‘‘I’m just worried about you, Gukah.’’

‘‘Just about me?’’ Jeongguk exhaled, a cloud of smoke dissolving into the air in front of him. ‘‘What about Taehyung?’’

‘‘He is too wild, he probably hasn’t considered the consequences. But you,’’ A pause. ‘‘You always do. Haven’t you?’’

‘‘A thousand times.’’ Jeongguk closed his eyes and focused on the burning sensation in his throat.

‘‘And still, you went for it.’’

‘‘And still, I went for it,’’ Jeongguk repeated his hyung’s words. ‘‘I don’t regret it. It’s working out good, money wise.’’’

‘‘And he is a good kisser.’’

‘‘And he is a-’’ Jeongguk wanted to repeat, but then his head snapped towards his hyung. ‘‘What?’’

‘‘I told you, Jimin made me watch the videos.’’ Yoongi shrugged.

‘‘Oh God,’’ Jeongguk covered his face with his free hand. ‘‘But yeah, he is. I guess.’’

Both of them just stared at the cars passing by as they finished their cigarettes.

‘‘Do you like men, Gukah?’’

Yoongi asked casually, but it actually sounded more like a soft ‘Do you like Taehyung, Gukah?’

‘‘Hyung, if you are worried about this affecting our group, it won’t. No matter what, he is my best friend.’’

‘‘That’s not what I asked.’’

‘‘I know,’’ Jeongguk nodded, but he didn’t want to answer that question, whichever one it was. 

He felt so lost, but somehow it felt so obvious. 

No, he didn’t like men, he didn’t like Taehyung, he had always liked women and everyone knew that. There was no point in stating it again. However, ‘Perhaps I do’ was the answer that actually crossed his mind. Those were the thoughts that had been following him since he had woken up this morning, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to welcome them yet.

It felt terrifying, it went against who he thought he was.

‘‘You are allowed to change your mind about things.’’

‘‘I don’t like men or Taehyung, hyung,’’ Jeongguk ended up saying, lying, and the unsaid words kept suffocating him until he exploded. ‘‘I’m just, somehow, upset. Upset because he is just so nonchalant about it! Kissing his best friend, jerking off next to his best friend, even fucking his best friend, those are a no biggies to him. How, hyung? How can he be so chill about it? Just show some worry if you are so heterosexual! He surely pisses me off.’’

‘‘It’s Taehyung,’’ Yoongi chuckled. ‘‘No one really understands what goes on in his head.’’

‘‘It’s infuriating. I hate him.’’

‘‘You don’t.’’

‘‘I don’t.’’ Jeongguk agreed.

‘‘If it is so difficult for you, just stop it. I don’t think he is forcing you.’’

‘‘Of course not! It is my decision.’’

‘‘So?’’

‘‘It’s his attitude that bothers me, not what we are doing…’’

It’s addictive. His lips, his hands.

He would never say that, but somehow Yoongi seemed to understand what was going on.

‘‘You just want him to be as troubled as you are.’’

Jeongguk sighed. ‘‘Yes, is it so hard?’’

‘‘It is kind of unfair to him. Don’t you think so?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Jeongguk crossed his arms above his chest.

‘’To expect him to feel in a specific way just because you do, then get secretly mad when he doesn’t. You never treated him like that before, Gukah.’’

‘’Fuck…’’ Jeongguk mumbled, chewing at his bottom lip, feeling childish. His internal conflicts were his responsibility to sort out, not Taehyung’s. He kind of owed him an apology for acting so bitter earlier, didn't he?

He took a deep breath, then opted to end the conversation there. Yoongi was way too good at unwrapping him, and there were parts of himself he wasn’t ready to face yet.

‘’Let’s go back in.’’

Yoongi nodded, leading the way to the bar’s entrance without saying anything more. But then he turned to Jeongguk as they crossed the door.

‘’This guy,’’ He shook his head, then sighed. ‘’I’ll bring you a chair.’’

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrowed, his forehead slightly wrinkled. When his hyung moved and he could look at their table, oh, he understood. There was a woman, petite, with long, black hair down to her waist, sitting in his seat. Her perfectly soft, manicured hands were around Taehyung’s bicep, claiming him.

Jeongguk scoffed, something ugly crawling under his skin and pulling at his insides. Something he couldn’t name, something that very easily could have been jealousy but tasted like betrayal. Something that didn’t make sense, but still pierced through him as if it did.

And he stood there, a good five meters from his group of friends, who were now very invested in the new stranger to notice him, and suddenly he felt out of place. The tip of his tongue pushed at the inside of his cheek as he observed. Yoongi, as promised, had brought a chair and had put it in between his and Jimin’s, as if they were his personal bodyguards, the last one looking at him expectantly but Jeongguk couldn’t move. His feet stuck, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s boxy smile directed at her. His stomach dropped.

This was what Taehyung did, what they did, both of them, all the time. The list of conquests was so long, that even remembering names or numbers was useless at this point. And he had never felt ashamed of who he was, of what he did, and there was no reason to, but in that moment he wanted to puke. 

He wanted to go home. He had to go home.

Jimin said something and Taehyung had the audacity to catch his eyes across the bar, with that woman still lingering next to him. Jeongguk saw his smile falter. 

Good.

Even now, Jeongguk isn’t sure what possessed him to do something so silly and immature, yet so offensive and defiant, but at that moment it seemed just right to show his best friend his middle finger before storming out of there.

Fuck him. Fuck that girl. You know what? Yes. They could just fuck each other and fucking tape it.

‘’Jeongguk!’’ He heard the voice call behind him once he turned on the next street leading to their apartment, steps hurried, ‘’Wait!’’

Taehyung sounded agitated, worried even, for the first time in forever, but Jeongguk wasn’t going to let that affect his determination. He needed to flee, to lock himself in his room and pretend his world didn’t seem to be tumbling down. However, fingers grabbing at his wrist forced him to stop in his tracks just as he managed to open their door.

‘’Jeongguk,’’ Taehyung said, his voice husky from the sprint. ‘’What was that?’’

Jeongguk huffed, obvious irritation filling every pore of his skin. But Taehyung looked at him with nothing but confusion. Jeongguk didn’t care, not now. He pulled himself free from his best friend’s grip.

‘’What was what?’’ Jeongguk barked. ‘’This?’’ He scoffed, extending his middle finger again. ‘’My finger. You have a few of those too, hyung. At least for now.’’

‘’Okay,’’ Taehyung said slowly, softly even. ‘’Okay… Let's go inside. Yeah?’’

‘’Don’t touch me.’’ Jeongguk slapped Taehyung’s hand away when his best friend placed it on his lower back, gently urging him to move forward.

‘’What’s gotten into you?’’ Taehyung questioned as the door closed behind him, brown eyes scanning him. ‘’First you ignore me, now you-’’

Taehyung reached forward, slender fingers around his wrist one more time.

‘’I said-’’

‘’I know what you said,’’ Taehyung’s hold tightened. He took a step closer while Jeongguk took one back, shoes still on, but none of them seemed to care. ‘’Are you mad at me?’’

When Taehyung took another step closer, Jeongguk didn’t move. However, he turned his head to the side, not wanting to see the man with the pretty brown eyes in front of him. The man who a few minutes ago was flirting with a chick.

‘’And you ask me that?’’

‘’Hey,’’ Taehyung’s free hand found his chin, forcing Jeongguk to face him. ‘’Look at me. Why?’’

Jeongguk scoffed. ‘’Why?’’

‘’Yes, why?’’ Taehyung tilted his head, expectantly. ‘’You have been distant since yesterday… if this– if /us/ is bothering you so much, we can just stop it, Gukah. Is that it? You don’t want to-‘’

‘’It’s you, hyung! You are bothering me!’’

Taehyung’s eyes widened, he blinked several times. ‘’Me?’’

‘’Yes, you!’’ Jeongguk clenched his jaw. ‘’You and your no biggies. You and your unfazed attitude. You flirting with a woman as if you didn’t have my dick in your hand just yesterday when you asked to fuck me!’’

‘’Oh,’’ Taehyung muttered, then smirked. ‘’I see.’’

‘’Are you laughing at me? Seriously now?’’

‘’I’m not laughing,’’ he said, but the smile on his face didn’t falter. ‘’You are just adorable when you are jealous. I have never seen you like this before. I’m flattered.’’

‘’What?’’ Jeongguk blurted out, rage ringing in his ears. He tried to free himself, but the older one didn't allow it. ‘’What the hell, Taehyung?’’

‘’I didn’t flirt with her.’’

‘’I saw you, but I don’t care because I’m not jealous.’’

‘’If you had stayed longer, you would have seen me rejecting her.’’

‘’I don’t care.’’

‘’Can you let me explain?’’

‘’I said I don’t care!” Jeongguk's voice echoed through the living room.

‘’Yes, you do!’’ Taehyung yelled back, his facade breaking. ‘’Fuck, Jeongguk. You do!’’

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, because Taehyung, Kim Taehyung, his best friend, had never lost his cool in the many years he had known him. But there he was, cheekbones flushed, eyes pleading, leaving Jeongguk totally taken aback.

What?

‘’You do.’’ Taehyung muttered, his words caressing Jeongguk’s lips while his free hand settled on his waist. Through the thin shirt, Jeongguk felt his fingers slightly twitching.

The younger one wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, fearing his knees would just give up on him.

‘’Because after all we did,’’ Taehyung continued as his nose brushed Jeongguk’s, slowly. ‘’After all I still want to do to you, I would care, too.’’

Jeongguk’s breath got stuck in his chest as Taehyung’s lips captured his. It was a soft touch, as if Taehyung was giving Jeongguk the chance to pull away. But he didn’t, and Taehyung kissed him again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Always with the same softness, two pairs of lips dancing with each other, as he held him close by his waist and the hand on his chin, tilting his head. And Jeongguk let him do whatever he wanted, handling him in any way he wanted, because kissing Taehyung, Jeongguk had discovered, was his new favorite hobby. And Taehyung had a way of making every and each kiss memorable, his lips were just too good, too soft, too warm. 

Too electric and addictive.

Jeongguk sighed, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against his best friend’s. Eyes still shut, he basked in the feeling of Taehyung’s hand under his shirt, fingertips rubbing the soft skin in circles. 

He wished he could stop time and live in this exact moment forever. 

‘’We are not filming.’’ He said, questioning yet hopeful, as he placed his hand on top of Taehyung’s racing heart, as erratic or even worse than his own.

‘’I could tell you that we are rehearsing,’’ Taehyung kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw and finally the sensitive skin under his ear. Then he whispered, a secret. ‘’But the truth is, Gukah, I just want to kiss you, to touch you, for the sake of it. I need you.’’

And probably Jeongguk should have felt scared of how much he desired that, too, of how much his best friend’s words made his head spin and his hands tremble, but at that moment, all he could feel was a fire that burned deep within him.

‘’I need you too, hyung.’’

‘’Come to my room,’’ Taehyung said, but it sounded more like a plea as his voice quivered slightly. ‘’Spend the night with me.’’

‘’Just you and me?’’

‘’No cameras,’’ Taehyung nodded, looking him in the eyes. ‘’Just us.’’

On the short way to the older’s room, Jeongguk realized he wasn’t spiralling anymore. He was, however, nervous, a giddy feeling similar to that of floating, but not scared. He trusted Taehyung, and whatever consequences this would bring, he would face them later, not now, because at that moment Tahyung’s fingers were holding his, like pieces from the same puzzle, as he guided him with steady steps to his bedroom.

Taehyung sat on the edge of his unmade bed, and gently pulled Jeongguk on his lap, holding him in place by his middle, as if he had, in such a short time, become addicted to his thin waist.

‘’I can’t seem to get enough of you, Gukah,’’ Taehyung forced him closer till their chest flushed together, his mouth torturously close. ‘’Tell me you feel the same way.’’

‘’I do,’’ Jeongguk bit his lower lip. ‘’I do, Taehyung. But I thought… I thought this meant nothing to you.’’

Taehyung scoffed. ‘’I’m an actor, Gukah. I just-I didn’t expect it to mean so much.’’

‘’So much.’’ Jeongguk mumbled.

‘’But I meant what I said,’’ Jeongguk observed, mesmerized, how Taehyung wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue. ‘’You think too much, when things could be much simpler. And while I hold you in my arms tonight, I would rather you feel me.’’

‘’Are you gonna make me feel good, hyung?’’

The corner of Taehyung’s lips curved in the most bewitching yet sinful smirk. ‘’So good, you’ll cry my name in your sleep.’’

Jeongguk laced his fingers around his best friend’s nape and pulled him in for a kiss himself. Behind were the chaste, tender kisses, now replaced by a fierce devotion that the confidence in Taehyung’s words had stirred within him. Whatever the older had to offer, he wanted it, craved it, and he made it clear by rubbing his ass against Taehyung's crotch as he devoured his mouth.

Taehyung grunted, his fingers sinking in the flesh of Jungkook's sides, nails leaving half-moons in his skin, deliriously hot.

Taehyung loved to leave marks on all his prey, and Jeongguk had once despised that, but now he wanted nothing more than to carry his best friend's name all over his body in the form of hickeys and soft bruises.

A reminder that what they were, what they did, was real, as real as the bulge he felt underneath his ass or the one growing in his jeans.

“Fuck. Jeongguk…” Taehyung called his name with a voice he had never heard before, then one of his hands grabbed him by his jaw, so rough, so manly and full of dominance, that Jeongguk felt his body going boneless.

Taehyung forced his mouth open, as he kissed him with passion, his tongue invading, licking and giving no chance to Jeongguk's. And Jeongguk felt hot, burning even, as Taehyung seemed to take from him whatever he wanted. But kissing each other was something they had done before, the complicated part would come later; soon.

None of them had experience having sex with another man. And the first time, it surely would feel weird, uncomfortable. Painful? Despite Taehyung promising to make him feel good, did he know how?

“Stop.” Taehyung muttered as he kissed his jaw, his neck, tongue and teeth scraping the pale skin, hand in his waist pulling him harder against the bulge, seeking for more sweet friction.

“What?” Jeongguk breathed out, eyes heavy.

“Stop thinking,” Taehyung bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, Jeongguk hissed. “You are doing it again. What are you even thinking about in a moment like this?”

“About sex. Us.”

“Oh?” Taehyung looked up. “Continue then.”

“About how we don't have experience with men and how uncomfortable it might-”

“Okay. No. Don't continue,” Taehyung lifted him as if he weighed nothing, when he was just as broad and tall as him, and placed him on the middle of his bed while the older one hovered above him, settled in between his legs. “I told you I would make you feel good. Don't you trust me?”

And perhaps to prove a point, or perhaps just because he was actually eager to touch, his palm pressed down on Jeongguk’s clothed erection.

Jeongguk closed his eyes, back arching instinctively as his legs parted wider.

“I trust you.”

Taehyung didn't say anything, and still, Jeongguk could hear his smile, probably bright and square-shaped. Long fingers managed to open and slide his black jeans down his legs, discarding them nonchalantly to the floor, where more clothes would join soon after.

“You are already wetting your briefs.”

“Shut up.”

“I think it's hot,” Taehyung bit his lower lip, his fingers tracing the shape of Jeongguk's hard cock still trapped under the Calvin Klein boxers. “It's hot to see how much your body wants mine, Gukah.”

It was slightly odd yet arousing, having Taehyung remove his clothes. Strong, big hands touching his body, and not the petite, delicate hands he was used to. And still, it felt much better than any handjob he had ever had before. 

Without an ounce of shame or overthinking, Taehyung had spit directly on his pink head, knowing precome wouldn't make the glide wet enough, something no woman had ever dared to do, something Taehyung knew because he had done it to himself in that same bed, too. And what could Jeongguk do but moan shamelessly as his best friend pumped him in all the right angles, rubbing on his slit, adding the exact amount of pressure to make his toes curl and his hand fist the green bedsheets.

“Fuck. Fuck. Tae.”

“Hmm?” Taehyung lowered to capture his lips, hand moving with expertise. “Does it feel good?”

“It does.”

“It will get better,” Taehyung bit his earlobe, as his voice dropped, burning Jeongguk’s skin like lava. “Do you remember that video we saw yesterday? That guy moaning so loud while being fucked? Do you still recall how his mouth had parted and his legs trembled, ecstatic?”

“Ye-yes,” Jeongguk stuttered. “I do.”

“That's nothing compared to what I will make you feel tonight.”

Jeongguk heard the filthy ‘pop’ of the lube's lid being opened with one hand, a sound engraved in his mind from how often he had used it in the past for his one night stands. But this time was different, totally the opposite of what he was used to, and he tried not to tense, anticipating what would come next. 

He wanted it, needed it, but still…

“Shhhh,” Taehyung's lips kissed his temple. “Relax, Gukah. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded. And then he felt it, wet and weird, ticklish even, lubed fingertips caressing his hole. He tried closing his legs, but Taehyung seemed to have anticipated it, as a hand on his thigh held him in place.

“Ta-Taehyung.” He looked at him, eyes wide and cheeks crimson. His best friend didn't stop rubbing and teasing his entrance.

“You are so pretty,” Taehyung just replied, looking from where his fingers were to his dick, his bare chest, his face. “Everywhere. The prettiest.”

“Bet you say that to every woman.”

“I did,” Taehyung smirked, eyes shining mischievously. “Turns out, I never meant it.” And just like that, without a warning, his middle finger sank in, slowly, yet determined, until it passed his second knuckle.

“Stop. Stop.” Jeongguk's mouth parted, eyes shut as tears threatened to come out. “Fuck. You animal! That's- It burns!”

“That's normal,” Taehyung reached for Jeongguk’s cock, giving it some pumps to distract him. “It will fade away. You'll feel good soon. Trust me.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I've never had complaints,” Taehyung smirked. “And for you I'll give my best.”

“You don't always give your best?” He arched a brow, suspicious.

“I guess, without knowing, I had it reserved for you.”

“Such a sweet talker.” Jeongguk scoffed, so lost in conversation and in the restless pleasure on his dick to notice Taehyung was already fucking him with that one finger, sliding it in and out, curling it against his walls. And perhaps Jeongguk would have remained oblivious, if it wasn't for the  electric wave of pleasure that traveled through his body, making his dick twitch under Taehyung’s grip in response.

He gasped, as precome came out of his tip.

“Better. Isn’t it, pretty boy?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Taehyung's index finger teased its way in.

“It is,” Jeongguk moaned, but when the second finger got in, he felt his body tensing again. “Fuck. It's- weird. I feel so stretched already. So full. And it kind of hurts.”

Taehyung laughed, open, beautifully. “Gukah, that's not even slightly close to the girth of my dick.”

“You are gonna break me. You and your monster cock.”

“I'll try not to,” Taehyung smirked, and he seemed to be enjoying this more than anything before. “I promise.”

The warmth and affection in his eyes gave some kind of reassurance to Jeongguk, who nodded, allowing Taehyung to continue stretching him. He realized then, he really wanted this, as crazy as it sounded, he really wanted to have sex with no one but his best friend. To be one with him. No cameras, no silent audience. Just them, just two guys discovering something new together.

Each addition inside his body brought new waves of discomfort, a feeling of fragility and vulnerability Jeongguk was not used to, but as his best friend caressed his walls and twisted his fingers, pushing them in and out, curling them and rubbing a specific spot, his dick jumped interested again, head leaking small creamy pearls. Taehyung’s fingers opened the doors to heaven for him, a new kind of pleasure he was not accustomed to, one that made his eyes roll back, his hips thrust down and his mouth part soundless. One he was sure he wouldn’t forget about even if he tried to.

‘’You look so damn hot, Gukah,’’ Taehyung bit his lower lip. Still fully dressed, his pants trapped his evident, big excitement. ‘’Sprawled in my bed like you belong to me. Taking my fingers so good.’’

‘‘Oh my God,’’ Jeongguk moaned as his best friend reached that sweet, sweet spot between his legs. His body shuddered, his legs parted wider. ‘‘Hyung- I- close. More.’’

‘‘I’ll give you more,’’ Taehyung lowered himself to leave a kiss on his temple, now covered in a thin, shiny layer of sweat. ‘‘I’ll give you all of me.’’

And then emptiness, because without a warning, yet slowly, Taehyung pulled out his lubed fingers so he could wipe his hand on the bedsheet and undress himself. Heavy eyed, chest raising rapidly, Jeongguk whined with a weird mix of disappointment at the loss and excitement for what was about to come.

‘‘I’m clean,’’ Taehyung said as he tossed his shirt somewhere at their feet. ‘‘I always use condom, for obvious reasons, but…’’

‘‘Me too,’’ Jeongguk rushed to say, the idea of going bare, no barriers between them, thrilling him. ‘‘I’m clean.’’

‘‘Then…’’

‘‘Yes.’’

Taehyung smirked, freeing himself from his underwear. ‘‘Oh God. I want to fuck you so bad, Gukah. You have no idea.’’

‘‘Holy fuck,’’ Jeongguk managed to let out, his best friend’s naked figure leaving him breathless. He swallowed the lump in his throat. ‘‘You look like- no… you are a God.’’

Taehyung smirked, flattered. ‘‘Then I better make you feel like heaven.’’

‘‘You already have,’’ Jeongguk sighed, content, as Taehyung found home between his legs again, cock in hand as he pumped himself a few times for some relief. He groaned, the sound so damn beautiful Jeongguk’s own dick twitched above his abdomen. ‘‘Difficult to believe this could get any better.’’

‘‘Oh,’’ Taehyung aligned the head of his lubed dick with Jeongguk’s entrance. ‘‘Believe me, it will. I’ll make sure of it.’'

Taehyung rubbed the tip against the pink muscle, goosebumps filling Jeongguk’s body. He nodded, giving Taehyung an answer to his low ‘ready?’. Then his best friend stole a quick kiss from his parted lips, as he slowly yet firmly started to sink in him.

Jeongguk’s body inevitably tensed at the foreign intrusion, although having been carefully stretched. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting, as he took a deep breath through his nose, trying to distract himself as he closed his eyes shut.

‘‘You are doing great,’’ Taehyung praised him, his hands caressing the skin covering his ribs, giving him goosebumps. ‘‘So good, Gukah. Taking me so well. Just relax for me.’’

‘‘Hyung,’’ Jeongguk moaned, partly a cry of pain, partly mad pleasure, when he felt Taehyung fully inside him. ‘‘Fuck. I can feel you everywhere.’’

‘‘Damn, you are tight,’’ Taehyung groaned in response. ‘‘Prettiest hole I’ve ever fucked.’’

‘‘Shut up,’’ Jeongguk bit his lower lip, opening his eyes to look at the man topping him. To hell if it wasn’t a perfect view. ‘‘Just- Give me a second.’’

‘‘As many as you need. But please, baby, stop clenching around me,’’ Taehyung’s voice almost begged. ‘‘Or I won’t be able to control myself.’’

‘‘Baby?’’ Jeongguk choked, his cheeks turning crimson, his body tensing.

‘‘Hmmm,’’ Taehyung moaned low and deep, as Jeongguk’s walls squeezed him again. So good. ‘‘Please. Baby, my baby. You are killing me.’’

Jeongguk covered his eyes with his arm, embarrassed, his heart hammering in his chest at the pet name, at the possessiveness laced to it.

Taehyung grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head.

‘‘What are you doing?’’

‘‘I want to see you,’’ Taehyung replied, moving his hips slightly, but enough for it to feel out of this world. ‘‘I want to see your damn gorgeous face break in pleasure. I want to see how I wreck you.’’

Jeongguk wet his lips, pain now long gone and nothing but a feeling of lust filling every pore of his body. The desire and yearn in Taehyung’s eyes was raw, immeasurable, and being the reason for it was sublime.

‘‘Then do it. Wreck me.’’

It took Taehyung exactly one second to pull half his dick out and push himself inside Jeongguk, filling the man under him with all his glory, enjoying how his thighs trembled on each side of him, because of him, and how he groaned his name again and again.

Jeongguk’s back arched from the bed, pushing himself down to get more of Taehyung. More, faster, deeper. He wanted all he could get, all Taehyung could give him. Never in his life he had felt such a strong, maddening thirst like this. Like he couldn’t get enough, like he just wanted to belong, to be owned, to become one with the man pounding into him. The hands pinned above his head were starting to feel numb, but he couldn't care less, the fact of being at his best friend’s mercy had his mind grasping paradise.

Taehyung fucked him into oblivion, so deliriously good. Each thrust of his hips, each glide against his walls, had his head in the clouds. Higher and higher. He wanted to come and, at the same time, he didn’t want this to end. But then Taehyung hit that specific spot. And oh fucking damn heaven.

He let out the highest, loudest moan in history.

‘‘There!’’ His hands clenched in fists. Pleasure clouding his senses. ‘‘Oh, fuck, Taehyung. Don’t fucking stop! I’m so close. Yes. Fuck.’’

He felt Taehyung’s deep laugh in his ear, then his tongue on his neck and collarbones. The dick inside him fucking him relentlessly.

‘‘You like it, Gukah? You love how my dick feels inside you?’’

‘‘Yes. Yes,’’ He moaned. ‘‘So close.’’

‘‘Show me how good I make you feel, baby. Mine.’’

And when he felt Taehyung’s teeth piercing the skin of his shoulder, his hips ramming against his bare ass, a big wave of blinding pleasure took him down, his dick spurting white threads on his abdomen. Taehyung made sure to ride his orgasm to the end, thrusting into him determined yet controlled, until Jeongguk’s body turned to jelly under him.

‘‘Don’t,’’ Jeongguk’s hands, now free, grabbed Taehyung’s strong biceps as he felt him trying to pull out. ‘‘Continue.’’

‘‘But…’’

‘‘I can take it,’’ Jeongguk cut him off. ‘‘Fuck me, Taehyung. I want to feel you come.’’

‘‘Inside you?’’ Taehyung choked, his calm demeanor breaking for the second time today.

Jeongguk smirked, feeling powerful. ‘‘Yes. Come inside me.’’

‘‘Fuck,’’ Taehyung wet his lips, grabbing Jeongguk by his waist. ‘‘I’ve never… come inside anyone.’’

‘‘I’m yours, aren’t I?’’

Taehyung nodded.

‘’Then do me a favour and mark me, hyung. So I don’t forget.’’

A deep, beautiful moan left Taehyung’s lips as he rocked his hips into Jeongguk again and again, seeking his own release.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jeongguk woke up in Taehyung’s bed, green bedsheets tangled between his bare legs, a possessive arm around his middle, and body feeling sore like hell. His best friend snored next to him, hair tousled in every direction imaginable, mouth slightly open in the cutest way possible. Who would have thought Taehyung could look so pretty and tiny in his sleep? Taehyung, the same man who fucked all his worries out of him two times last night. Taehyung, who seemed incapable of getting enough of him. Taehyung, whose cum had dripped from between his legs, who had bruised all his neck all over again, who had whispered sweet and filthy words in his ear.

Kim Taehyung, his straight best friend for years, who had called him his and marked him as such. The same one who made Jeongguk’s heart beat frenetically and his head spin like no woman could before.

Oh. He was fucked, in more than one ways, but this time, he didn’t want to run away. He didn’t want to spiral and panic, he was tired of doing so. Instead, he nuzzled his way in Taehyung’s bare chest, a sweaty yet attractive manly scent filling his nostrils. In his sleep, his best friend’s arm pulled him even closer, and it would have been a very endearing gesture if the movement didn’t cause a pang of discomfort to strike him with full force from between his legs up to his back.

‘’Fuck!!’’ Jeongguk’s eyes widened, round and pained. He took a short breath in, holding it in his lungs, as his jaw clenched and his body tensed.

Taehyung bolted next to him, startled by the shriek that pulled him suddenly from his sleep. 

‘’Are you okay? What’s wrong?’’ Taehyung moved quickly, towering over him. His big hands grabbed Jeongguk by his face, caressing his cheeks.

‘’You motherfucker,’’ Jeongguk cursed between gritted teeth. ‘’You and your monstrous cock!!’’

‘’Oh.’’ Taehyung bit his lower lip, as if trying to keep a smile from fully forming. However, his eyes gave him away. Shining mischievously, with a glow of cheerfulness.

‘’Don’t look so happy, you monster. It’s fucking weird down there!’’

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ Taehyung smiled openly now, despite his tone being concerned. He kissed the tip of Jeongguk’s nose, catching him by surprise. ‘’I’m just- Yeah, I’m very happy.’’

Jeongguk frowned. ‘’That I’m in pain?’’

‘’That you are here,’’ Taehyung corrected, taking Jeongguk’s face in his hands again to leave a kiss on his lips. ‘’That you didn’t leave.’’

‘’Couldn’t even if I wanted to!’’

Taehyung laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his mouth a beautiful, mesmerizing square shape. For a few seconds there, Jeongguk forgot about the throb between his legs and back, and threw himself to catch Taehyung’s lips between his. He had always been aware of how attractive his best friend was, but there was something else to it, a newfound feeling pulling at him and bubbling in his belly. A feeling driving him to imagine a life in which both of them could be forever together, just like this, as best friends and more. He then focused on the warmth of Taehyung’s lips, the softness and affection in which his best friend moved his mouth on top of his, and he felt like melting into the mattress. He felt so loved, so cherished, so sheltered from the real world, that the idea of this, of them, being a misunderstanding was far beyond terrifying.

‘’About yesterday…’’ Jeongguk opened his eyes slowly when Taehyung pulled away, his hands, however, still caressing every available uncovered patch of skin. ‘’Hyung, did you really mean it?’’

Jeongguk tried to swallow the lump in his throat when Taehyung frowned, as if trying to recall what was said the night before, but it wouldn’t bulge. Jeongguk wanted to run, but he had made up his mind earlier. He swallowed again. It was fine. Worst case scenario, this was something worth getting hurt over.

‘’Gukah, you are gonna need to be more specific.’’

Jeongguk bit his lower lip. ‘’What are we now?’’

Silence filled the room for what felt like an eternity.

‘’We are best buddies having fun, work partners flipping the script. No biggie!’’ Taehyung smiled.

The words hit Jeongguk like a truck going downhill at full speed, on a straight road and without breaks. He felt physical pain, aside from the one he already had, but much deeper and devastating.

 Did he really misread it all? Were all those sweet words from yesterday just lust induced? 

‘’Oh. Uhm-’’ Jeongguk cleared his throat as he tried to keep his eyes from welling up, unsuccessfully. He could feel his voice breaking, but still, he continued talking, determined to make this as uncomfortable for Taehyung as possible. No matter what, they would always be best friends first. ‘’Sure. I mean- Yeah, ok-okay.’’ 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in panic as a single tear managed to roll down Jeongguk’s cheek, and jumped from his position in the bed and embraced him between his arms. 

‘’I’m so sorry, I didn’t think- I didn't- God, Gukah! Of course I meant it!’’ He kissed the salty stream now running freely, his hands trying to comfort the person he had just accidentally hurt. ‘’I meant it all! I want- No. I belong to you and only you! Please, baby, stop crying.’’

‘’Asshole!’’ Jeongguk sniffled against his chest. ‘’And I’m not fucking crying! It’s just- Who the hell jokes with something like that in a moment like this!? I’m fucking sore and vulnerable. I’m realizing so many new things about myself and it’s scary and I thought with you they wouldn’t be so scary and- You and your stupid no biggies!’’

‘’You are right and I’m so sorry,’’ Taehyung’s voice was filled with regret. ‘’I just thought- I was thinking about asking you out on a nice date and bringing it up then… I mean- I have no experience in serious dating and I wanted it to be special for you too! Thinking about it now, I feel so stupid! Oh God. I didn’t mean to hurt you!’’

‘’You want to ask me on a date? Like, a real date?’’ Jeongguk pushed himself out of Taehyung’s embrace. His big, red, doe eyes staring at the man in front of him.

Taehyung nodded. ‘’And I’ll pay for everything. We can do whatever you want.’’

‘’I want to punch you.’’

‘’You can do that,’’ Taehyung nodded, a grin on his face. ‘’We can go boxing. I totally deserve it.’’

‘’Yeah. You do,’’ Jeongguk sighed, then kissed Taehyung’s chest just above his beating heart. ‘’Bowling and beers sounds also good.’’

‘’Thank God,’’ Taehyung let out a deep, relieved breath. ‘’I prefer that, honestly.’’

‘’Of course you do,’’ Jeongguk chuckled. ‘’You might destroy me in bed, but I’d surely destroy you in the ring.’’

‘’I have zero doubts about that,’’ Taehyung kissed his forehead. ‘’So, do you have plans tonight, pretty?’’

‘’I do,’’ Jeongguk smiled, his nose scrunched cutely. ‘’I’m going on a date with my best friend.’’