⚠️ Mentions of physical abuse⚠️
⚠️Usage of Homophobic slurs⚠️

******

Taehyung did not come around in the morning.

“I still can’t believe you wanted to fuck me.” He said in disbelief as he shoved bits of pancake in his mouth. “I must be a sexy beast.” He said proudly.

Jeongguk laughed and shook his head.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Tae. I'll just find someone else.”

“Yeah, but at least I’m hot enough to make it to the top of your sex list thingy. What an ego boost.” He grinned. “I’m never going to let this go.”

“It’s not that serious, babe.”

“It is to me.” He smiled.

“Fuck this is so good!” he moaned in happiness as he ate his pancakes, strawberry syrup sticking onto his shiny pink lips.

Jeongguk groaned in longing. He wanted to lick it all off and keep trailing Taehyung’s immaculate figure with his tongue. He wanted to watch as his saliva glistened on his tanned skin which would glow deliciously under the red lights of his room and hold him down as he tried to squirm away. He wanted to watch Taehyung bite his lips in frustration as he teased his cock, maybe even giving-

“-and that’s why Yoongi banned me from playing his piano.” Taehyung finished proudly.

“Huh?” Guk said, snapping out of his daydream and watching as Taehyung began to pout.

“You mean you weren’t listening?” He huffed; eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“Not really. My mind was...elsewhere.” Jeongguk laughed a bit. “I was having a very nice daydream. A fantasy, if you will.”

“A fantasy about what?” he asked, blinking owlishly at Jeongguk.

“A dirty fantasy. One that involves you.” Guk smirked shamelessly.

Taehyung stared at Jeongguk until he finally understood what he was getting at.

“Oh.” He said, cheeks going a bright pink, “Well k-keep dreaming coz it’s n-never gonna happen.” He said.

Guk smiled.

“Cuz you’re a top?” He asked teasingly.

“C-coz I’m a top.” Taehyung nodded in affirmation. Jeongguk’s gaze was so intense and his mind felt overwhelmed at all the power the younger’s eyes held.

It was mesmerising.

“Y-yoongi said he wanted to be your sub.” he mumbled.

“I thought you said Yoongi had a boyfriend?”

“Y-yeah but I don’t know what kind of freaky stuff you’d like.”

“I bet I'm freakier than you.” Guk smiled.

“Well obviously,” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “You’re getting paid to have sex. It'd be embarrassing if you weren’t freaky! What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“For someone who didn’t want to be my sub, you sure ask a lot of questions about it.” Jeongguk smiled, watching as Taehyung went bright red.

The truth was, Taehyung wasn’t entirely sure why he was so intrigued. It was like a small flame inside him which refused to die out, no matter how many times he told himself he didn’t care. He wanted so badly to say something, anything to wipe off the smug look on Guk’s well sculpted face, but no words came out of his mouth. Jeongguk was sitting opposite him on the table, eyebrow raised lazily in question, and Taehyung felt so small under his gaze.

He liked it.

He liked it a lot.

Taehyung squeaked and jumped in surprise when his phone rang and cut through the heavy silence.

The shy smile on his face dropped and an irritated look sat on his face. He stood up and left the room, demeanour changing when he read the caller ID. He didn’t spare Jeongguk another look, just getting up and leaving.

He walked out into the hallway and answered angrily.

“Yes?”

“Is that any way to greet your father, Taehyung?”

“I don’t-”

“Shut up.”

“But-”

“I’m talking, aren’t I?” The voice barked aggressively, and Taehyung flinched instinctively.

“Y-yes father.”

“You didn’t answer my call yesterday. Why is that?”

“I was b-busy.” Tae stuttered nervously.
“Busy with what?” Mr Kim scoffed, “Is your f*ggot shit taking up too much of your time? You're pathetic. Need I remind you who’s paying your rent, Taehyung? Any more stupid stunts like that and you’re on your own.”

“I’m s-sorry.” Taehyung said, on the verge of tears.

“Good. Anyways, I only called because I’ve set you up with my boss’ son and you’ll be going on a date with him very soon.”

“But D-Dad I don’t want to go on a d-date with him. You can’t-”

“I thought you were gay.”

“I am, but-”

“Then what’s the problem? Short answer; there isn't. You'll be going on out with him and that’s the end of discussion. Make sure your hair isn’t fluorescent fucking blue again. You know what I'll do to you if it happens. And you better not wear any of that feminine shit as well or you’re done for.”

“Yes father.” Taehyung whispered.

“Speak up.”

“Yes. Father.” Taehyung repeated a bit louder.

“Good. I’ll be coming over to your house next week, so make sure you have a room for me. Make sure your ugly f*ggot boyfriend isn’t there this time.”

“He’s not my b-boyfriend, dad. I told you this before. You've known Yoongi since we were little.” Taehyung protested. “He’s my roommate anyway, so he has to be there. It's his apartment too.”

“Whatever. You know what I expect from you this time round. None of that pathetic shit you pulled that one time. You're gonna be strong and take charge. No son of mine is taking stuff up the ass. Shoulda beaten you harder the last time I saw that vile shit. I'll seriously kill you if you pull a stunt like that again, do you hear me Taehyung?” Mr Kim spat through the phone.

Taehyung winced as tears began to fill in his eyes. He sniffled and wiped his eyes aggressively.

“Yes dad.” He whispered.

“Good. Make sure you’re prepared and appropriate. Good bye Taehyung.” Mr Kim said, hanging up the phone without another word.

Taehyung release a violent sob and collapsed to the ground. He sat against the wall, shaking and crying with his hand in his mouth to muffle the sounds.

His dad was going to fucking kill him this time.

“Tae?” Jeongguk called out, peering out into the hallway. He looked around until he found Taehyung sitting on the floor in a ball, crying heavily. He cooed softly and bent down in front of the red head.

“Are you okay, TaeTae? What happened?” He asked gently.

Taehyung shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut; he didn’t want to talk about it.

Jeongguk smiled warmly and scooped Taehyung into his arms. Taehyung clung onto Jeongguk’s body like a little koala, burying his face into his neck and he continued to cry.

He didn’t want to see his dad again.

He didn’t want to go on a date with a random stranger.

He didn’t want to be big and strong.

He wanted to break shit with Yoongi and make cakes with Hobi.

He wanted to stay in Jeongguk’s arms and laugh at stupid shit until their stomachs hurt.

He wanted to be happy.

Jeongguk patted Taehyung’s back and ran a hand through his red hair until he had stopped crying and was only sniffling a bit. He walked them up the stairs and into his room, sitting opposite Taehyung on his bed. He wiped Taehyung’s tears and looked at him softly.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“D-don’t w-wanna talk ab-bout it.” Taehyung hiccupped, grateful when Jeongguk nodded in understanding and didn’t press any further.

“Do you want any water?” He offered, unscrewing the bottle on his nightstand and holding it up to Taehyung’s lips, watching with caring eyes as Taehyung drank from the bottle.

“T-thanks.” He sniffled.

“No worries, Tae.” Guk smiled. “Do you want a change of clothes? We wouldn’t want you keeping the same things on from yestserday, now, would we? C'mon. Up up.” Jeongguk said warmly, taking Taehyung’s hand and helping him off the bed.

When they were both dressed, they made their way back downstairs and put on their shoes.

“Thanks for taking me on a date, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung smiled, “It was fun!” He was holding the bags of many things that Jeongguk had bought him the day prior. He looked happy and content and Jeongguk just wanted to squish his cheeks and watch him smile some more.

“I’m going to take you out on another one sometime soon.” Jeongguk said as he unlocked the door.

They walked outside and got into Jeongguk’s black Jaguar. Jeongguk lent over and buckled the red head into his seat.

“You can’t take me on another date!” Taehyung squeaked.

“Why not?”

“B-because I'm a t-top!”

Jeongguk scoffed. 

“I am! Two tops can’t date!” Taehyung protested.

“That’s exactly why I wanna date you.” Jeongguk laughed.

“H-hey! Don’t be a dick.” Tae huffed, reaching over and punching Jeongguk in the arm.

“You can take my dick-”

Taehyung went bright red in the face and shrieked, refusing to talk to Jeongguk for the rest of the ride until Jeongguk said something to piss him off again and they ended up bickering playfully until they stopped outside Taehyung’s apartment.

“I had lots of fun, Gukkie.” Taehyung giggled as he got out of the car. “We should do this again.”

“I’ll call you.” Jeongguk smiled.

“I won’t pick up.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.” They both laughed.

“See you soon?” Tae said.

“Yeah. It's a date.” Jeongguk grinned.

“No it’s not!” Taehyung called over his shoulder as he walked into his apartment block. He held his middle finger up at Guk and grinned. Jeongguk laughed and waved, and soon the car was gone.

***

“You’re back!” Yoongi smiled as he sat on the sofa and watched Taehyung walk through the door.

“Hi hobi!” Taehyung called out. He laughed when a muffled Hi Tae came from the kitchen.

Hobi was Yoongi’s boyfriend and he came over at every given opportunity. Taehyung had offered to move out so that the two lovers could live together, but Yoongi had nearly thrown his ass down the stairs at the suggestion.

“We have to live together until we’re old and grey, Tae. Ugly over there can always visit whenever he wants to. He basically lives here already, so there’s absolutely no way you’re leaving.” Yoongi had said to Taehyung.

“I’m happy where I am right now, Tae. Smelly over there needs you. I'll move in with his fatass when the time is right, okay? Don’t worry yourself Tae. Now pass me the cookies over there.” Hobi had also said to him.

Taehyung smiled at the fond memory.

Hoseok and Yoongi were his everything.

“I hope you two didn’t fuck on the sofa.” Tae laughed as he dumped his bags on Yoongi, who immediately started looking inside for snacks. He pulled out a packet of sour gummy worms and grinned triumphantly.

“Don't act like you've never done it before!” Hoseok shouted to Tae.

“How much does loverboy over there know about my situation with Jeongguk?” Taehyung asked as he snatched a worm from Yoongi.

“How rude,” Yoongi scoffed dramatically, “How dare you assume I didn’t keep your secret! I don’t tell Hobi everything that-”

“I know up to the part where you couldn’t find your wallet.” Hoseok laughed as he shoved Yoongi playfully and sat down next to him. “You’re a shit liar, babe.”

Yoongi stuck his tongue out childishly and turned his attention back to Tae.

“So what did you and Mr MonsterCock do on your date?” Yoongi asked casually.

“Mr what!?” Taehyung gawked.

“Just go with it.” Hobi laughed. “He keeps insisting that Jeongguk is gonna dick you down.”

“Because he is-”

“Yoongi!” Taehyung scolded, slapping him on the head. “You’re such a pervert! We didn’t even kiss, let alone fuck.”

“Why not?” Hobi asked.

“Coz I’m a top. But anyway-” Taehyung said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He frowned when his two best friends burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

“W-what’s so funny?” Taehyung whined, “Even Jeonggukie laughed at me too! What’s wrong with me being a top?”

“Taehyungie you are definitely not a top.” Hobi said as he continued to laugh, “I thought by now you would’ve realised it.”

“I am!” He pouted.

“No offense, TaeTae, but I don’t think you’d make a good top. You've only been with scrawny little twinks so none of those count.”

“Yes they do!”

Hobi managed to collect himself and he ran a gentle hand through his friend’s hair.

“Well you said this Jeongguk guy is a sex master, right? He gets paid to fuck people; he’s a professional. Don’t you think he’d know a top from a bottom? It's probably one of the most basic
foundations of sex.”

“W-well he was wrong this time.” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes “He even asked me to be his sub and
he had no idea I’m a dom too. It’s crazy-”

“HE WHAT!?” Yoongi shouted, almost chocking on his gummy worm. “He asked you to be his sub? Tae are you fucking serious?”

“Y-yeah. But I said no though, coz-”

“YOU SAID NO!?” Hobi shouted too. “Taehyung are you fucking dense!? That guy’s a huge fucking deal and you said no?”

“Tae what the actual fuck?” Yoongi sighed, clearly disappointed, “How could you say no? Literally thousands of people would kill to be in your position and you fucking turned it down? Jesus fucking christ.”

Taehyung remained sitting on the floor, looking down at the floor and drawing mindless pattens into the rug. He was visibly upset, and Yoongi and Hoseok immediately felt bad.

“C’mere, kiddo.” Yoongi sighed, scooping Taehyung into his arms and laying him down on his lap. He ran a hand through his red hair as Hoseok rubbed his tummy soothingly.

“I know you’re upset, but we only want what’s best for you, okay?” Yoongi said gently.

“But I don’t wanna be a bottom.” Taehyung sniffled. “I’m supposed to be s-strong a-and take ch-charge. I can’t be a bottom.”

“TaeTae how long are you gonna keep yourself from doing the things you really want to do? You can’t fight it forever.” Hobi said softly. “What your dad doesn’t know won’t kill him. And even if it does it’d be a good fucking riddance.” He rolled his eyes, earning a smack from Yoongi and a small smile from Tae.

“You absolutely don’t have do it if you don’t want to, but I can’t help but feel like you’re gonna miss out on something huge if you pass this up.” Hoseok said.

“I’m still scared, though. I don’t wanna get h-hurt.” Tae whispered.

“I’m afraid we can't help you there, Tae. It's up to you to make sure you don’t get hurt. But we’ll be here for you no matter what, yeah? Remember; no strings attached.” Yoongi said.

Taehyung nodded gently and they all sat there in silence for a little while.

“My d-dad called today.” He whispered, listening as Hoseok swore under his breath. “He said he’s gonna come over soon. We have to dye my hair black again.”

“What a useless bastard.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He w-wants me to go on a d-date with his boss’ son. I don’t wanna g-go.” He sniffled.

“Does Jeongguk now about it?” Hoseok asked, watching as Taehyung shook his head.

“No. He’s gonna think I’m weird. I'm 23 years old and I let my dad beat my fuckin ass.” Taehyung mumbled.

“That’s not your fault, Tae. It’s stupid fucking CPS’ and your deadbeat dad’s fault.” Yoongi said. “I’m gonna beat his ass next time I see him.”

“And fucking lose.” Taehyung snorted. “It’s okay Yoongz. Don’t worry yourself. I’ll figure something
out.”

“You could be an arsehole to the dude and then he won’t wanna go out with you!” Hobi suggested.

“Or just be yourself. Either works.” Yoongi laughed.

“Fuck you, yoongz. You can't talk. You’re going out with Hobi.” Taehyung laughed, getting a slap on the head from both of his friends.

“You’re a dick.” Hoseok laughed.

“Okay I'm fucking hungry now.” Taehyung groaned as he got up from Yoongi’s lap and rummaged through the bags. “Fuck yes!” He cheered as he pulled out a bag of Cheetos, “Rich people are the fucking best.

“Of course, we can never have a soft fucking moment in this house.” Yoongi groaned, picking up his packet of gummy worms again.

“You two are absolute pieces of shit.” Hobi laughed, kissing his boyfriend’s sugary lips and cooing at his small smile, ignoring the sound of Taehyung’s dramatic gag in the background.

Taehyung watched them fondly and smiled, knowing he’d always have the two greatest people on earth to help him out.

Everything would be alright.

******

“I fucking hate life.” Jeongguk groaned as he flopped down on the grey sofa in Jimin's house.

“What happened this time? Did one of your whips break?” Seokjin asked as he entered the house and took off his coat.

“No. I probably won’t need that stupid fucking thing for a while. I might as well go celibate right now.” Jeongguk pouted. “I can’t believe he said no.”

“Who said no to what? You can’t just leave me hanging.” Jin said.

“Fucking leave it man; he’s been like that all day.” Jimin said as he flopped himself down on the sofa beside his best friend. “He met someone he wants to fuck but his sorry-ass got rejected.” He snorted.

“He was perfect.” Jeongguk pouted. “He was adorable and feisty and shy and sweet and aggressive and everything in between and he said no.”

“Cheer up Guk. At least you know he can stand up for himself.” Jin shrugged, clearly trying to look for a bright side.

“He’s so cute when he’s angry.” Jeongguk whined. “And he got so mad when I spent loads of money on him. It was adorable.”

“Well that’s a first; Jeonguk finding someone who isnt a gold digger.” Jimin snorted, earning himself a slap from Jeongguk.

“He sounds like a regular guy, Guk. Why can’t you just find someone else?” Jin asked.

“Hyung he said my black card looked like an After 8s wrapper!” Jeongguk whined, “Where the fuck do I find someone else that special?”

“If you two got along so well, then how come he didn’t want to be your sub? I know at least 6 people who’ve asked me to put in a good word for them. Why’d he turn you down?” Jin asked as he sat
beside the two.

“He thinks he’s a top.” Jeongguk huffed as he threw himself backwards on the chair and groaned in despair, “The most delicious looking bottom in the world thinks he’s a goddamned top.”

Jimin laughed in Jeongguk’s face and Jin snorted out loud.

“Rookie mistake Jeonggukie.” Jin sighed. “I thought by now you’d know the difference between a top and a bottom.”

“I do!” Jeongguk protested, “Hyung he’s absolutely perfect but he won’t get it out of his head that he’s a top.” Jeongguk sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to, and I won’t be bitter if we stay as just friends, but Jesus fucking christ
that boy is something else.”

“Tough luck Gukkie.” Jimin shrugged. “You’ll just have to find someone el-”

“I don’t want someone else!” Jeongguk huffed childishly. “I like Taehyung.”

“Well Taehyung doesn’t like you, dickhead, so leave him alone. He'll come to you when he wants to, and if that never happens then you better not throw a fit like you are right now.” Jin said sternly.

Jeongguk nodded in understanding and curled into a ball on the chair.

“Sorry hyung.” he mumbled.

“Good. Now stop crying like a lil bitch and come help me in the kitchen. I’m making pasta.” Jin said as he got up and left the room.

“Cheer up Jeongguk,” Jimin said, “It’s not the end of the world. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

Jeongguk hummed in acknowledgement and sat up, hair all fluffy and messy.

“I hope so, hyung. I wanna fuck him so bad.

“Okay TMI” Jimin gagged as he left the room, “I did not need that image in my head. Fucking hell I'm gonna have a nightmare tonight.”

Jeongguk stood up and huffed again.

“I’ll give it until tomorrow. I can’t force him to change his mind, so I guess I'll just have to find someone else.” He mumbled, walking out of the room and going to help Jin.

Kim Taehyung would be the death of him.

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I tried so hard to convey that this is NOT sexual coercion and Taehyung is NOT being forced to accept Jeongguk. He will make a decision on his own!! Sexual coercion is bad and I don't condone it AT  ALL!!

What are some HEALTHY ways to lose weight? I bought this cute romper coz England heat is fucking me up rn but issa little too tight round my tummy 😭

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All tips are welcome but please make sure they're HEALTHY and SAFE so nobody is triggered or develops an ED. ❤

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