Jeongguk was drunk, and he had just jerked Taehyung off. In his car. While his own cum was still spilled in his pants. But his inebriated mind impeded him from conceiving what exactly had happened.

"We should probably go to my apartment to clean up. How does that sound?" Taehyung questioned in a delicate tone and drew a gentle kiss on his forehead. Why the fuck did I do that?

"Mmm, yeah," Jeongguk mumbled cutely as his eyes closed and giggled afterwards.

Taehyung broke into a smile at the sight and shifted to the driver's seat.

They arrived fast enough, but by the time he returned to Jeongguk to help him get out, soft snores were seeping through his slightly parted lips. This brat. He chuckled and took him into his arms with gentle and careful moves, trying not to wake him, and he succeeded. He carried him to the door and leaned back to receive all of his weight on him so he could free one hand to unlock it. Although he struggled, he completed his task, and resumed his way to the bedroom.

He placed him on the bed and scuttled to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean him. He undressed him as gently as possible and rubbed the cloth over his groin, wiping the sticky substance, and it amazed him how Jeongguk remained asleep in the whole process.

Once he finished, he drew clean boxers on him. In order to put him a shirt on too since he didn't want the younger to get cold during the night or freak out when he would wake up in the morning half naked, he lifted his upper body, balancing it against him, and slid the shirt over him.

A honeyed hum rang in his ears, and he had to check if he had woken up, but he found him still fast asleep. He laid him down again and cocooned him with his feathery blanket before he retreated to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Arrayed in fresh boxers and an oversized shirt, he crawled under the covers next to him. He allowed his eyes to rest on his angelic face, a warm smile tugging at his lips. As if those lips held sway over his brain and body, they edged closer and closer until they connected with his forehead in a sugary kiss.

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Jeongguk grimaced at the pounding dancing around his head the moment he woke up. He stretched his huddled-up limbs and yawned as his eyes cracked open. He blinked multiple times, absorbing the room he was into, and a spasm of shock crossed his face when he didn't recognize it as his own. He jolted to a sitting position, eyes bulging and flickering with dread.

No. The dawning realization burst on him like a thunder. No no no no no no no fuck! He hopped off the bed, only to freak out even more since he was wearing only boxers and a shirt that weren't his. Fuck!

He tiptoed to the living room, and the smell of fried eggs and sausages came to his senses. He followed the smell and ended up in the kitchen, finding a half-naked Taehyung cooking. "Um," leaked out of his mouth as he stood behind the table, trying to disguise his exposed legs.

"Oh, you're up? Good morning," greeted a cheerful Taehyung, who set the last fried egg on the plate with the rest of them.

"Yeah, um, I'm not wearing pants," Jeongguk murmured, timid, as he ducked his head and tugged the oversized shirt as low as possible.

"Ah, I'll get you something to wear."

"Why don't you give me my own pants?"

"Um." Taehyung scratched his nape as his brows curved upwards. "You don't remember what happened yesterday?"

"I'm having a little trouble remembering that, to be honest."

"Well, why don't you go change first? I've put everything you need on the nightstand if you want to freshen up a bit."

Jeongguk delved into the delicacy of his words, voice, and overall demeanor and creases of puzzlement formed on his features. "Why are you so nice to me?"

"I'm always nice to you."

The younger huffed at his words and dashed to the bedroom to get dressed as all Taehyung could think at that moment was: damn his thighs.

Why the hell is he so nice to me? What the hell happened yesterday? Jeongguk attached two fingers to his temples as he screwed his eyes shut, endeavoring to bring back even the tiniest piece of memory. He seemed like a magician trying to move an object with his mind, and maybe that was more probable to actually happen than remembering the events of the previous night.

He dropped his hands to his sides with a groan and just got dressed, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and headed back to the kitchen.

Taehyung was just sitting on a chair, waiting for him, and cracked a subtle smile upon seeing him. "Have a seat. Eat something."

"Um, you know I don't eat breakfast. I just need my coffee."

"I know, that's why I made coffee too," Taehyung said yet with another soft smile as he poured some coffee into a mug. "It was worth a try, though."

Jeongguk looked more confused than ever — so much that tears welled up in his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what happened or what's happening right now and it's really overwhelming."

"Hey, Kook, it's okay," Taehyung uttered in a heart-soothing voice and held his hand, stroking it with his thumb. "It's okay."

"It's okay," he repeated, more for himself to hear.

"I'm gonna tell you what happened yesterday. Should I tell you the whole thing or keep some things out? I suggest you go with the second option."

"Um, no, I want to know everything."

"Okay. Can you promise me you won't freak out?" He received a hesitant nod. "Can you also promise me you won't get embarrassed?"

"I'm embarrassed right now. You know that's not possible."

"I know, but... it's okay." Taehyung sighed, making the other even more bewildered.

"What does that mean?"

"Let me just tell you what happened. You drank a lot, and then accidentally drank Hoseok's soju too. Unnecessary to say that after that, you just flopped down on the couch, completely wasted. Then Hoseok asked me to take you home."

"Yeah, why am I here? I was supposed to stay at Hoseok's last night."

"I'm still confused about that. But anyway. Because you wouldn't move, I picked you up and carried you to my car, but on the way you started to... um, lick my neck." The words came out with great difficulty and hesitation as he knew Jeongguk would feel embarrassed, and he hated it.

And he was right. Jeongguk buried his face in his hands, wishing for the ground to split open and swallow him. "Oh my God, no."

"So, um, I managed to put you in the car and drove to your house. But on the way, you started moaning."

"No, no, no," was all Jeongguk could say as he felt his embarrassment smother him, ripping all the oxygen out of his lungs and twisting his stomach.

"You were touching yourself, but anyway, when we arrived at your place, you told me you don't have keys and we ended up getting each other off, and then I brought you here."

"How did that happen!?"

"Well, I was trying to take you out of the car, but you were—I mean, you just—anyway, you started it, and after some time, I just let you do whatever you wanted. We didn't have sex if that's what you're thinking. I didn't touch you. I would never do that while you're drunk."

"This is so embarrassing."

"Kook, it's okay. You were drunk. After that, I just brought you here, I took you to the bedroom, cleaned you up, changed your clothes, and let you sleep."

His insufferable embarrassment made room for a fragment of fondness that budded in his chest. "You cleaned me up?"

"Well, yeah, I couldn't leave you like that. Do you have questions?"

"Um, I can't think of anything right now. But thank you for not doing anything with me last night."

"Don't mention it. I knew you wouldn't want that, and honestly, I didn't want that either. I mean when you're drunk. I wouldn't want that either when you're drunk," he added in a rush, not wanting Jeongguk to misunderstand him.

Does that mean he wants that when I'm not drunk? Jeongguk's face crumpled in another round of deep mystification. No, no, there's no way. "I'm sorry I was all over you yesterday. I'm sure it made you extremely uncomfortable, and I'm really sorry."

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. Is he really that dense? "It made me hard, that's for sure," he replied, his voice sounding more austere than he wanted.

His jaw went slack with a soundless gasp, his owlish eyes darting all around the floor. "I'm sorry. I guess it's normal when someone is all over you."

"It's normal when you are all over me."

"Taehyung." He exploded out of his seat but remained stock still after that.

"Jeongguk." He copied his movements, and they fell into silence as they peered at each other. He registered that Jeongguk was about to swivel around and probably disappear and seized his wrist just when he made a tiny step. He cornered him against the table, squeezing their bodies together and disregarding any shred of surprise in Jeongguk's eyes.

"I know you're not that dense, Kook," he whispered; they were so close he could feel Jeongguk's slightly frantic breath caress his skin. "It made me hard because it was you who was moaning. It was you who was whimpering and asking me to touch you. It was you who was grinding against me. I kissed you hard and my mind went blank."

"But... I don't understand," he spluttered, glancing away. The intensity of his gaze was too much for his heart.

"What exactly don't you understand? How clearer do I have to make it?"

"Can you back off?" he blurted out in a murmur as he pushed him away with a mild palm.

Sadness cloaked Taehyung's face at his actions and words as he reluctantly complied. "Do you know what I don't understand? Why are you in denial? Why do you find it impossible for me to like you?"

"Because you said it yourself! This isn't a movie or a fiction where I'll end up dating my teacher! You're my teacher. You said you didn't like me like that. You said I'm a kid. You went on a date with another guy for fuck's sake! You can't like someone and then go out with someone else."

"Can you just hear my part of the story? Because after we slept together, you didn't even let me talk. Then you ignored me, and when I tried to talk to you again, you didn't let me again. And now you're talking again. Why can't you just hear me out?"

He let his words wash over him, those words that were one hundred percent true, and he was sorely aware of it. "I wasn't ready to hear you say out loud my silent thoughts. But you're right, you should talk."

"Jeongguk, you called me off for assuming things and now look at you. It wasn't just a onetime thing for me. I don't know how or when, but I found myself thinking about you. Caring for you. Wanting to hold you. Wanting to touch you. And when you said those things that day, I couldn't control it anymore. That's why I kissed you. Because I wanted to. That's why I slept with you. Because I wanted to. And I wasn't thinking about anything else at that moment except for the fact that you make me feel things. You're my student, and you're making me feel things. Do you know how scary that is?"

"But Tae—"

"I haven't finished talking," he cut him off tenderly, causing him to lower his head. "Sleeping with you, feeling you so close to me, touching you, kissing you, everything felt amazing. And it was quite disturbing when you ignored me for days after that. I went out with Seongwoo because I wanted to see how it would feel to be with another guy. I know it sounds awful, but you're the first guy I've ever kissed. And of course, I wasn't planning on sleeping with him, and I didn't. He kissed me, but it felt nothing like how it felt with you. And we met a few days ago, and I told him that we should stop seeing each other. Jeongguk, being with you feels amazing. There isn't a better word to describe it."

Silence ruled over them once more as Jeongguk strove to soak in everything he just heard. It didn't feel real. The person he couldn't efface from his mind — the person he craved so much was right in front of him, telling him he felt something too. It was a lot to take in.

"Why are you crying?" Taehyung crept closer and enfolded him into his arms.

"It's overwhelming," he breathed out as he clutched his shirt and curled the other around his waist.

Taehyung ran his hand up and down his back, giving him a set of mellow kisses on the side of his head. "It's okay, Kook." He savored the embrace for a few more seconds and withdrew enough to cup his face. He swiped delicate thumbs over his wet cheeks, collecting his tears as he offered him one of his fondest smiles.

"Does this mean that you like me too?" Jeongguk questioned, voice small and sheepish, as he twiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"You still don't get it?" He erased the gap between their mouths and merged them in a tender kiss. He pressed two more kisses on his smooth lips and laid his eyes on him. "I like you, Jeongguk. A little too much."

"I like you too, Taehyung." A smile burst onto his traits, his eyes sparkling in content by hearing these words from him — these words he never thought he would hear, and he captured his lips once again in a kiss that conveyed all of his galloping feelings for him.

 
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