They drive around aimlessly for about 10 minutes, because Jeongguk won’t stop pouting long enough to give them directions to where they were going.

“I wanna driveeeee.” He groans from the passenger seat.

“You’re lucky I even let you sit up front, so stop complaining.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“But it was an accident to drop your keys! I shouldn’t be punished for an accident!”

“Boo fucking hoo. I’ll leave you on the side of the road if you don’t shut the fuck up right now.”

“Can we at least get food? I want chicken.”

“Maybe a Happy Meal would be more fitting for your childish behavior.”

“Fuck off. I want chicken, so pull over.”

“There’s no restaurants around here; where are you gonna get chicken from?” Taehyung asks as he pulls over to the side of the road and parks on the single yellow line.

“There are food stalls all around you – one of them is bound to have chicken.” Jeongguk responds as he gets out of the car and walks round to Tae’s door, tugging him out by the arm and walking towards the crowd of people in the well-lit street.

“Food stalls? Are those the gross things that old ladies own? Is it even sanitary to eat from there?”

“mEh mEh mEh iM KiM tAeHyUnG aNd Im RiCh-”

“Jeongguk, shut up.”

“aNd iM sO eXpEnSiVe tHaT I dOnT eAt tHiNgS tHaT dOnT cOMe DiReCtLy fRoM gOrDoN rAmsAyS aRSe.”

“Shut up.”

“aNd dAdDy SpOoN fEedS mE uNiCoRn mEaT”

“Jeongguk.”

“aNd I dRiNk AnGel TeArS.”

“Shut up!” Taehyung shouts. “My fucking god, you’re so annoying.”

“Well you’re a money racist, so I get to say whatever I want to you.”

“Money racist?”

“Yeah. You’re rude to poor people.”

“D-Do you mean classist?”

“Who cares? You’re a prick regardless.”

“Okay, well I’m sorry I was rude about food stalls. I’ve never been allowed to go to one, so I just assumed they were grim.” He explains as they weave in and out of the crowds. He doesn’t really know where he’s going, but Jeongguk seems fairly confident, so he doesn’t question it.

“You’ve never been to a food stall before?” Guk asks incredulously, “Seriously? Not even for a cheeky afterschool snack?”

“I went to a private school in fancy, high end America, so there was nothing like that there. And when we got back to London, my Dad was always telling me about how gross and unsanitary these places were, so I always just avoided them. Not like I ever had a chance to sneak off and try any of these places anyway. I was always in tennis practice.”

“Oh. Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never had a premium steak in a fancy restaurant before, so I guess we’re both sort of the same.”

“I-yeah. Sure. I guess so.”

“Well anyway, what kind of chicken do you want? Spicy? Crispy fried? Wings? Drumsticks?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say there’s no Primavera stuffed chicken at any of these food stalls?”

“No, Gucci boy, there’s no Primadonna chicken.”

“I don’t really know what chicken to get. You pick instead.”

“Spicy crispy friend drumsticks.” Jeongguk says happily, “With orange juice. Cold orange juice.”

“And potato wedge sides! And some champagne!”

“Oi, I’m paying, so don’t go too crazy. You can sip champagne in your own time.” Jeongguk jibes.

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to pay for me.”

“It’s fine – I’m not that poor.” Jeongguk snorts.

“It’s not that. I just…don’t want to be in debt to you.”

“Well I did tell you I’d get you McDonald’s or some shit in return for the brooch.”

“You don’t have to pay me back, Jeongguk. It was a gift.”

“Then take the brooch back.”

“Oh okay, it’s fine just this once. After that, we just call it even.” Taehyung hurries to say, and Jeongguk breaks out in a grin.

“Come on then Gucci brooch-y boy. I know a great place like 2 minutes from here. We can see if they have sparkling water or something.”

●

“Dear god, I’ve never eaten that much chicken in such a short amount of time.” Taehyung groans as they discard their cardboard boxes in the bin and walk back towards the car. Jeongguk nodded in agreement as he sipped the large sprite through the straw.

“That’s my drink, you know.” Taehyung said.

“Sharing is caring.”

“Good thing I don’t care about you then.” Tae says as he snatches it out of Guk’s hands and drinks some.

“Ew, gross dude. We just technically indirectly kissed.”

“Well my fist can directly hit your face if that’s better?” Taehyung offered.

“I could beat you up any day, Gucci boy, so make like Rihanna and just shut up and drive.”

“God, now I’m gonna have to play that song now, thanks a lot. It’s gonna be in my head all week.” Tae complains lightly, handing Jeongguk the sprite back as they get in the car to drive off.

Their off brand carpool karaoke comes to an end as they pull into a desolate car park in a somewhat shady area, and Taehyung can’t help but worry about his general safety.

“Relax, you big baby. I come here all the time, and nobody’s ever nicked my car.”

“That’s because you don’t drive a Bentley.”

“Well you’ve never seen my car, so how would you know?”

“Jeongguk I literally saw the £1.99 McDonald’s vouchers fall out of your wallet earlier on.”

“You’re a fucking dick, Taehyung. I hope you know that.” Jeongguk scowls as he gets out of the car and closes the door. “I’m never coming here with you ever again.”

“Good, because I don’t ever wanna come back here anyway. What business do we even have here at a crummy old skatepark?”

“We are going to skateboard!” Jeongguk beams.

“Who the fuck is we? I’ve never heard of her.”

“Taehyung don’t be a spoilsport. We’re gonna have lots of fun!”

“Why are you speaking French? What’s will all this oui oui you keep mentioning?”

“Come on, grandpa. It’s really not that bad.”

“Jeongguk I would literally rather go back and watch Jimin and Yoongi suck face than get on that splinter with wheels.”

“I do it all the time, Tae. It’s completely fine.”

“We don’t even have a skateboard.”

“There’s always one somewhere.”Jeongguk shrugs, and sure enough as they walk closer to the park, there’s a lone black skateboard just sitting perfectly in the centre of the ring. Its wheels are neon green and as he picks it up and turns it over, Jeongguks sees a green dragon painted on the underside. “This is fucking dope, I don’t know why someone would leave it here.”

“Are you gonna steal it?”

“Nah, of course not. I’m just gonna use it and then leave it where I got it from.”

“That seems mildly immoral."

“Oh well.” Jeongguk dismisses as he places the skateboard back down on the ground and looks at Taehyung expectantly. “Go on then.”

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? Get on the skateboard.”

“Jeongguk, I am not getting on that deforestation death machine.”

“Please, Tae. I’ll teach you how to go forwards, backwards and how to stop, and then we can go, okay?”

“How about we cut out all the steps in between and just leave right now?”

“You know, ever since you bruised my eye, I haven’t come here to skate, because I can’t risk falling over.” Jeongguk says with dramatic sadness.

“You filthy cow, you wouldn’t dare use that against me.” Taehyung says in shock.

“There’s a special cream the doctors gave me that I have to put on every day, ust to even dream of skateboarding again. Oh what I wouldn’t give to get on that board right now, but alas, it’s too dangerous in my wounded state and I-“

“FINE!” Taehyung yells as he throws his hands up in defeat. “I’ll get on the stupid fucking skateboard you absolute fucking arsehole.”

“Yay!” Jeongguk beams, sad façade disappearing immediately. “It’s gonna be so much fun!”

●

Taehyung’s not sure exactly how long they’ve spent in the empty skatepark, but one thing he does know is that he’s about 5 minutes away from poppin a boner.

Jeongguk and his stupidly warm, large, masculine hands have been gripping his waist, supporting his back and holding his tummy for the better part of 40 minutes, and Taehyung’s not sure how much he can take anymore.

He’s still just a hormonal teenager dammit.

“Taehyung, why the fuck are you standing in first position?” Jeongguk laughs, “You just did it properly like 5 minutes ago!”

“Jeongguk,” he complains, “Let’s just go now, before I-” before I get a boner  “Before I fall.”

“But Tae, you’re doing so well! You just have to do it on your own now. Once more and then I promise we can go.” Jeongguk pleads, and Taehyung is so desperate to distract himself from jizzing in his pants that he just nods dumbly and complies – just once more and then they’ll go.

He drags the borrowed skateboard across to the opposite side of the park, not looking forward to having to get back on the wretched thing. He had to admit; it was somewhat amusing to ride, but if it were up to him, he’d never do it again. Maybe if Jeongguk asked him to then he would, but probably not out of his own free will. Unless Jeongguk was willing to hold him like that again.

Tae places his left foot in the centre of the board and pushes off with his right foot, trying not to stand like a ballerina that got fucked in the arse as Jeongguk had so eloquently put it before.

He feels the wheels glide on the concrete beneath him, legs wobbling as he forgets what to do with his knees, and arms stuck out clumsily for balance. Jeongguk’s laugh echoes from the other side of the skatepark, and Tae manages to gather his thoughts long enough to tear his gaze from the floor and shoot him a middle finger.

And that second that he took to flip Jeongguk off, was all it took for him to fall.

He lands against the unforgiving concrete with a dull thud and he hears the material of his suit tear as his limbs fly about uncontrollably. His legs ache, his cheek hurts and the palms of his hands sting like a giant papercut.

“Oh holy fuck, Taehyung, are you okay?” Jeongguk asks with great concern as he rushes over and helps him stand up.

“This is all your  fault.” He seethes, masking his embarrassment with anger.

“Me? It’s not my fault that you suck.”

“My hands hurt so bad.” Tae says, and Jeongguk takes his hands in his hands and examines them, running his fingers over to check for small cuts. The caring action makes Taehyung’s heart race.

“They look fine to me. It’s probably just concrete burn. What about the rest of you; where else hurts?”

“My ankle hurts like fuck. It feels like that time in year 9 when Ben stomped on me in football practice."

"Can you move it?” Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung shakes his head. “I should probably get you home then, so we can ice it.”

“Home?”

“Yeah, I’ll take you to your house and we can look at it properly there. Get you into bed and all that jazz.”

“Oh. Okay.” Taehyung responds dumbly, too stunned at the idea of Jeongguk physically being in his bedroom, to coordinate a coherent thought.

“Grab onto my shoulder then. Or should I carry you instead?”

“Huh?”

“You said you can’t walk, so I’ll have to help you back to your car.” Jeongguk says, “I guess I’ll just carry you.” He shrugs as he picks Taehyung up Bridal style, talking to him about how they’ll have to ice it for a while and keep it elevated and all that other technical stuff.

And Taehyung.

Taehyung just might cum in his pants.

“….your keys."

“Huh?”

“Your keys. Gimme your keys so I can drive you home.”

“What in fucks name makes you think you’re gonna drive my car?”

“You can’t even walk, Taehyung, let alone drive a car. Gimme your keys and I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t trust you with my car at all. I’ll just call Jimin or something.”

“And then who will come get your car in the morning? That is, if it’s still there of course. And besides, you don’t even know where you are, or how to get back here. And it might even be days before you can come back here.” Jeongguk smugly pointed out, “Face it, Gucci boy; I’m gonna have to drive your car.” He grins as he snatches the keys from Taehyung’s hand and wiggles them around triumphantly. “I am 100% trustworthy.”

Except Jeongguk is far too vigorous in his key jingling, causing them to fly out of his hands and drop onto the floor, miraculously not falling into the drain 3cm to the left. Taehyung stares at Guk blankly as he goes to retrieve the keys, too excited at his chance to drive the Bentley to even care about what Taehyung was going to say to him next.

“Jeong-“

“Okay, wait. Before you say anything, just remember that your entire life is in my hands the moment I get behind the wheel. So you better choose wisely about what you want to say next because I might  just decide to ignore all the rules of the road.” He grins. “Still wanna say what you were going to say?”

Taehyung remains silent.

“Good. Now let’s get you home, Gucci boy. Driving you is going to be so much fun.” Jeongguk laughs. “I can’t wait to adjust your seat so that you’ll never be able to get it back to the way it is now!”

“Son of a bitch."

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This chap was poorly written but I'm in a mental slump so this is the best ya gettin.

Any tips for learning German? I always feel like I'm behind in my class 😔✊🏾

-bb