(Warning:- The following scene contains smut between Jeongguk and Shezam. If this isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to skip ahead to the end. Don’t worry—you won’t miss out on the important stuff  ;D )

Shezam came hard, shooting his cum all over Jeongguk's hand. He moaned out, feeling the pleasure wash over him.

"Ah fuck, that was good baby." Jeongguk said, looking at the mess of cum on his hand. "You made a mess."

Shezam looked down at it too, blushing. "Sorry babe."

Jeongguk just smiled. "Don't worry about it, I like it you when you make a mess."

Shezam smiled too, feeling happy and content. "I love you gguk." He said, snuggling into Jeongguk's side.

Jeongguk's mind went blank. He meant to reply, but he just couldn't. The guilt hit him hard, and he couldn't stand it anymore. Without thinking, he slammed his lips onto Shezam's, trying to drown out the conflicted thoughts.

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Finally, Jeongguk got up and went to clean himself off. Shezam stayed on the couch, resting.

When Jeongguk returned, he had a towel in his hand. He used it to wipe the cum from his hand and then threw it to Shezam. "Here, you're messy too." He said, laughing.

Shezam blushed and used the towel to clean himself off. Then he threw it back to Jeongguk. "Thanks gguk."

"You're welcome baby boy." Jeongguk said, smiling at him. "I'm going to take a shower, wanna join me?"

Shezam nodded and stood up. "Yes."

They walked into the bathroom together, holding hands. Shezam felt safe and loved with Jeongguk by his side. He knew that Jeongguk would always be there for him, no matter what.
Only if he knew.

They got in the shower and Jeongguk turned the water on. It was hot and felt good on Shezam's skin. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him.

"Open your mouth." Jeongguk said, and Shezam did so.

Jeongguk poured water into his mouth, washing it clean. Then he spit it out into the drain. "Good boy." Jeongguk said, smiling at him.

Shezam smiled back, feeling happy. He knew that he was loved and cared for. He was thankful for Jeongguk and all the things he did for him.

They finished their shower and got out, drying themselves off. Then they went back to bed, cuddling close. Shezam fell asleep in Jeongguk's arms, feeling safe and happy. He knew that everything would be okay with Jeongguk there. And he was grateful for that.

"This night was fucking incredible."

As Shezam drifted off to sleep, Jeongguk stayed wide awake. He leaned over and gave Shezam a quick peck on the lips before tossing his phone onto the nightstand. He glanced at it, expecting to see something from V, but there was nothing-no messages at all.

Jeongguk let out a frustrated sigh. "Seriously? Not even a fucking text?"

He picked up his phone, muttering to himself. "Wait, it's probably late over there. Of course, he's not gonna be texting now. "

Jeongguk typed out a quick message to V, trying to keep it light despite his irritation.

[@Jk_moon_1997]

Hey, Ik it's late there, just checking in.
Lmk when u r free.

He hit send and tossed his phone back onto the nightstand, hoping for a reply but not expecting much. He turned back to Shezam, who was already deep in sleep, and tried to relax, still bothered by the lack of response from V.

The guilt of thinking about V while Shezam lay next to him was heavy. Jeongguk tried to push aside his doubts, reminding himself that he needed to be committed to his relationship with Shezam. Yet, the lingering feelings for V were hard to ignore.

Taehyung stirred as sunlight blasted through his window. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow.

"Fuck, man, too early for this shit," he mumbled, squinting at the brightness.

He rolled over, rubbing his eyes and muttering, "Guess I gotta get up. Damn sun’s killing my vibe."

With a slow stretch, he threw off the covers and dragged himself out of bed, still grumbling about the morning light.

Taehyung stumbled into the bathroom, barely awake. He shoved his toothbrush in his mouth, barely managing to brush his teeth. He plopped down on the counter, still in last night’s clothes, hair a mess.

"Man, I look like a trainwreck," he grumbled, staring at his reflection. "Need some caffeine, stat."

His phone was right there on the counter. He reached for it with a yawn, scrolling through messages with sleepy eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes shot wide open when he saw messages from Jk. "No fucking way," he mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat the foam into the sink, some dribbling down his chin, but he didn’t give a damn.

His fingers hovered over his phone’s keypad, hesitating as he tried to process what he was seeing. "Shit, did Jk actually text me?" he muttered, still half-asleep and trying to wipe the mess from his chin.

Taehyung typed back as fastly as ever,

[@Vantae30_u]
Yes the time u sent, it was quite late Jk!
I'm active now!

Are u here by chance?
Waiting for ur text back!!

He hit send and tossed his phone back on the counter.

With a sigh, he grabbed his toothbrush again, giving his teeth a half-assed scrub. "Alright, let’s get this shit together," he muttered, rinsing off the toothpaste and finally looking a bit more awake.

Taehyung glanced at his phone, waiting for a reply while trying to shake off the morning fog. "Come on, Jk, don’t leave me hanging."

After hitting send, Taehyung leaned against the counter, eyes fixed on his phone. When no reply came, he frowned and muttered, "Seriously? No response?"

Taehyung shuffled over to the sink, washing his face with cold water to wake himself up. "Gotta shake off this sleep," he said, splashing water and rubbing his face.

He tossed his phone onto the counter with a frustrated sigh and grabbed a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would kickstart his day. "Maybe he’s just busy or something," Taehyung mumbled, trying to stay positive.

As he sipped his coffee, he kept glancing at his phone, waiting for it to light up with a new message. "Guess I’ll just chill for now," he said, shaking his head and trying to focus on getting ready for the day. "Hope he gets back to me soon."

Taehyung stumbled into his room, grumbling about Jk’s silence. "Man, where’s that reply?" he muttered, pulling his pilot uniform from the closet. He tossed the shirt and pants onto the bed, trying to shake off his frustration.

"Alright, let’s get this shit on," he grumbled, yanking on his white shirt and buttoning up. He fumbled with his tie, knotting it with a practiced move. "Looking sharp, Tae," he said, giving himself a quick glance in the mirror. "Can’t let this mess with my day."

He wandered back to the kitchen, grabbing a plate of toast and eggs. With a mouthful of food, he picked up his phone again, scrolling through it like a zombie. "Seriously, Jk? Hit me up already," he grumbled, glancing at the screen every few seconds. "Maybe he’s just busy or whatever."

When his phone stayed silent, he sighed and shook his head. "Guess I’ll just wait it out. Gotta focus on not screwing up today’s flights." He kept munching on his breakfast, still checking his phone between bites, hoping for that elusive message.

Taehyung gripped the control wheel of the airplane, his voice crackling over the busted speakers.

"Alright folks, we’re all set for takeoff. Buckle up and enjoy the ride," he announced, trying to sound professional.

As the plane soared into the sky, cutting through the clouds like cotton, Taehyung’s mind was anything but clear. He kept glancing at the control panel, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Jk.

"Why the hell ain’t he replied yet?" he muttered to himself, struggling to keep his focus.

He rolled his eyes, trying to shake off the distraction. "Come on, Tae, get it together," he said, adjusting the yoke and looking out at the endless blue. "You’ve got a plane to fly."

No matter how hard he tried to focus on the flight, his mind kept circling back to Jk and that damn message. "What’s he up to?" Taehyung wondered aloud, fighting the urge to check his phone again. "Why’s this bothering me so much?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Guess I just gotta deal with it." he muttered, forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand, even as his thoughts remained tangled up in Jk’s silence.

Jeongguk groaned, the loud knocking dragging him out of his sleep. "Who the hell...?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes and kicking the tangled blankets off. Still half-asleep and only in his briefs, he stumbled to the door, his hair a mess.

When he swung it open, Shezam's bandmate stood there, arms full of grocery bags. The guy's eyes went wide at the sight of Jeongguk’s barely dressed state. "Uh, hey… Shezam asked for these earlier," the bandmate stammered, his cheeks flushing as he tried to keep his eyes up.

Jeongguk blinked, still waking up. "Right, whatever, just give ‘em here," he mumbled, grabbing the bags and noticing the bandmate’s not-so-subtle glance over his shoulder. The room was a wreck—clothes everywhere, the mattress half off the bed, and Shezam lying there, barely covered by a bedsheet, his chest on full display. His bare chest.

The bandmate quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah, well… I’ll see you guys later," he muttered before practically running off.

Jeongguk shut the door with a tired groan, tossing the bags in the corner. "Damn, what a time to creep in," he mumbled to himself, already feeling the exhaustion creeping back in.

He tossed and turned, getting more frustrated with every minute. "Fuck this," he muttered, throwing the covers off. The streetlight outside cast a faint glow on the balcony, and it seemed like the only place offering any kind of relief from his restless thoughts.

"Maybe some air will clear my head," Jeongguk mumbled, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He made sure Shezam was still bundled up in the blanket before slipping out of bed.

Jeongguk stepped out onto the balcony, the cool air hitting him instantly. "This better work," he sighed, unlocking his phone, not expecting anything but needing the distraction. His thumb hovered over the screen as he scrolled through his notifications. Then he saw it—messages from V.

"What the—" he whispered, eyes widening as he opened them. His heart skipped a beat, and he stood there, stunned, staring at the screen. "No way..." he breathed, thumb frozen over the keypad, his mind racing. Why did this hit so hard?

Jeongguk fired off a reply to V, his fingers flying over the keys. He waited, staring at the screen, but nothing. Just that damn blank 'read' icon staring back at him. "Come on, man," he muttered, his excitement starting to fizzle out.

Frustrated, he headed back inside, grabbing a cigarette off the nightstand. Lighting it up, he took a deep drag, hoping to calm his racing thoughts. But instead of Shezam, his supposed focus, all he could see in his mind was V.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered to himself, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

He'd promised himself, swore up and down he’d stay loyal in his thoughts to Shezam. But here he was, caught up in some online fantasy, thinking about V in ways he shouldn’t.

"Get it together, Jeongguk," he scolded himself, but it was no use. V had him all twisted up, and he couldn’t shake it.

Jeongguk flipped the cigarette between his fingers, staring blankly around the room. A thought hit him, something trying to make sense of the mess in his head. "Maybe I'm just excited," he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, that’s it. He’s just a vibe, someone new, that’s all."

He took a deep drag, the cigarette’s end glowing as the ashes fell. He exhaled slowly, trying to convince himself, thinking through every possible reason.

"V’s just… a distraction," he whispered, feeling the words settle in his chest.

"I shouldn’t let it get in the way of Shezam. No way."

He flicked the cigarette, watching the ember dance in the dim light.

"Isn’t it? He’s just random. Right?"

The question hung in the air, the silence pressing in around him, but even as he said it, doubt lingered at the edges of his mind.

(a/n:- Yoo! Are you all confused?  Did u like the earlier session? :3)