Switch!Taekook
CW:
No major character deaths, but there is talk about the death of a parent as well as some occasional verbal, emotional, and domestic abuse.
This book contains a lot of graphic, sexual content. Please do not read if you're going to complain about that. More importantly, I want to stress that this book is intended for MATURE audiences only, PLEASE DO NOT READ if you are a minor!

—Thank you & enjoy—

A/N: This is mostly from Taehyung's point of view and will include the inner dialogue of his thoughts. He's basically just arguing with himself lol. The italicized parts are his thoughts, and the bold is the other side of him. The sassy tell-it-like-it-is side.

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"It's finally happening," Taehyung whispers through lips connected to Jeongguk's as he presses his back up against the wall.

It's not rough--there's no thump or air being knocked out of his chest--but the frenetic energy between them is intense and burning. Breaths are ragged and hands are everywhere.

"What if someone finds out?" he responds as Taehyung slides down onto his knees, hands gripping onto Jeongguk's waist for stability as he goes. There's a slight discomfort coming through the rips in his jeans from the cold, hardwood floor upon landing, but it doesn't pull him out of focus.

"I don't care. I'm not letting you go now." The answer is simple and Taehyung blurts it out with ease.

Frantic, nervous fingers unbuckle the clasp of Jeongguk's belt and without hesitation, Taehyung goes for his button and zipper next.

"Me either," Jeongguk laughs airily as Taehyung proceeds with his next task—getting these pants off.

But, considering how tight his jeans are along with the fact that Jeongguk has ridiculously muscly thighs, it won't be easy. It becomes a bit of a struggle, one that elicits bits of laughter from both men. But eventually Taehyung gets them down to his knees, and that's far enough.

The weirdness of this whole situation hasn't hit him yet, and the curiosity of why he's so calm about hooking up with his best friend is floating somewhere in the back of Taehyung's mind, but he continues on anyway.

He can feel Jeongguk's eyes on him, but his own are zeroing in on the elastic band of his briefs as he begins to pull them down, slowly.

He assumes it's probably too slow for a certain impatient friend of his, so Taehyung's surprised when Jeongguk pulls his chin up to get his attention.

He looks wrecked—his sparkling eyes and pouty lips pleading something unspoken. It makes Taehyung weak.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted this, Tae?"

Taehyung's chest tightens as he peers up into his eyes and responds with a single nod like he understands everything he means.

Jeongguk's face softens and he releases his fingers from his chin.

The room is a total blur. And so are Taehyung's emotions.

His mind goes blank as he begins again to pull Jeongguk's boxer briefs down, but they're interrupted when the door behind him in the room suddenly swings open.

He turns to see Jimin and Yoongi both standing there and his body literally ignites into flames.

No sympathy from Jimin, only a scoff as he crosses his arms while Yoongi leans against the door frame.

"See Jimin? I told you they were in here fucking."

Taehyung's body twitches and it's enough to jolt him awake from his way too realistic dream.

He stares up at the ceiling, rubbing and blinking his eyes a few times until he's gathered his being.

It's somewhat dark and quiet in the room, with a faint glow of sunlight streaming through his window. And even though it feels chilly from the cool morning weather outside and the fan's setting is on high, Taehyung's hot under the thin blanket. Maybe even a little sweaty.

What a weird, disturbing dream to have about Jeongguk... Where the fuck did that come from?

Staring up at the blurry blades of the ceiling fan, watching them spin until his eyes water, Taehyung lays in his bed in a state of dismay. He's never had a dream like that about one of his best friends. Or anyone. Ever. And it's got his stomach in weird knots.

It's uncomfortable to think about, yet he can't stop himself from replaying it over and over again in his head. And it's not until he huffs and rolls over onto his side that he realizes that certain parts of his body have...well...responded with interest...

What the--why!? WHY!?

Overcome with embarrassment and stricken with confusion, Taehyung reaches around his head and grabs his pillow to conceal his lower half with it—as if anyone were in his room with him and could see.

This is not okay. NOT OKAY. What did I watch last night?? Did I eat something bad??

He clutches tightly onto the pillow and berates himself internally, demanding answers as to why his body has betrayed him by responding this way.

It's not for simply having a dream of sexual nature that's grossing him out, it's how unbelievably realistic it was and the fact that it's doing the opposite! Taehyung can easily recall each detail like it really just happened; all of the sights, sounds, smells. Even the heat coming off Jeongguk's body.

Did he really just have a dream like that about one of his best-friends, and be turned on by it?!

A pang of weird, indescribable feelings shoot through Taehyung, making him groan aloud in overwhelming discomfort.

This doesn't mean anything, right? You can't control what you dream about. I bet this is common and tons of people have sexual dreams about their friends—

"Tae, you up?"

Pillow still covering his lower half, Taehyung lunges forward in the bed, brought back to reality by the voice coming from the other side of his bedroom door.

"Uhh... yeah, Jimin. I'm up—but don't come in! I'm naked!" Taehyung stammers as he jumps out of bed in his pajamas and wraps his sheet around himself in a flustered state.

He's still very visibly aroused and that's awkward on it's own. He doesn't need Jimin knowing why and if he asks, Taehyung won't be able to lie, at least not successfully.

"Not like I've never seen your ass bare before, but okay," Jimin says with laughter. "Anyway, we leave in an hour, so get moving!"

"Yup! Got it. Moving!" Taehyung calls out nervously, relieved when he hears Jimin's footsteps fade down the hallway.

Getting wrapped up in his own situation, he had completely forgotten all about today.

Fantastic.

As he stands, in the middle of his room, peering down at his unrelenting problem, Taehyung comes to the conclusion that this is an issue that will need to be. . .taken care of.

Quickly he scurries to his bathroom, thankful for having a private one connected to his bedroom, all to himself. Once the door is locked behind him and the sheets are fallen to the floor, he glares at himself in the mirror.

What is wrong with you!?
Nothing is wrong, you want Jeongguk—
NO. That's not what this is! I've never thought about him like that!

Taehyung turns to his shower, dramatically shaking his head in refusal.

"No. This isn't happening. This is stupid. I'm being stupid. It was just a weird, funny... crazy dream," he tries to convince himself as he steps into the shower, unable to admit to himself that he's struggling to fight back any images of Jeongguk his brain tries to conjure.

But dammit, for whatever reason, his body has been upended. He's too frustrated and worked up, unable to resist the need to relieve himself in that way.

Maybe it's because he's in the shower. Yes, that's the reason. Right? This is where he usually takes care of himself, after all.

No judgements. Everyone has a place they like to go to. The shower happens to be his. It's convenient and easy clean-up, and getting under hot water helps to ease his stress anyway.

So, really, there's nothing new going on here. Nothing to be freaked out about. Everything is fine. It's cool.

Okay—it was a hot dream, admittedly. It undoubtedly got him hot and bothered, and Taehyung's not the type to deny himself of his own needs. The kind of person that can't sit long and let it go once he's been aroused. Even if it's due to explicit images of his best friend that's he's never looked at in a remotely sexual way.

Not that Taehyung's aware of, or that he'd fully admit to.

What's the big deal, anyway? No one is going to find out about what's he doing right now. And once he gets it over and done with, he can move on and forget about this whole thing.

It's working, too.

Taehyung's almost there... almost done... eyes closed and head tilted back as he concentrates. Steadily arriving to that explosive moment where everything fades, his body melts, and he just feels good.

His mind is focused and swimming in impurity when blurry images of Jeongguk's skin, and pouty lips, and full, dark eyelashes fluttering shut in pleasure gradually begin to insert themselves into his brain again.

And before Taehyung can stop it, every bit of tension he's held in his body for the last twenty-something years exits his body, and leaves him blissfully weightless.

Fuck.

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Taehyung heads down the stairs to the front door with his luggage in tow to meet with Jimin, who is sitting on the bottom steps. He turns and looks up at Taehyung when he hears him coming down.

"Ready?" he asks, jumping up.

"All set. Is the cab outside?" Tae inquires absentmindedly, double checking his pockets to make sure he's got his ID and train ticket.

"Just arrived," Jimin responds as he checks his appearance in the mirror once more before they grab their things and head out the front door.

Once in the car, Jimin politely informs the driver they need to go to the train station.

"Where you guys headed? If you don't mind me asking. I always like to hear about the different places people travel to," the driver explains, an older man with an unshaven face and grays sprinkled throughout his hair. He looks like he could be mean but his smile comes off genuinely warm.

"Unfortunately, we're going to the mountains not too far from the city to stay a whole week in a cabin," Jimin answers.

"You don't sound so happy about that," the driver chuckles as they pull away from the curb and make their way into the bustling city traffic.

"Oh, don't mind him. He just doesn't like the cold. But he doesn't get a choice, he has to go," Taehyung interjects, directing the information at Jimin as a reminder.

The driver gives them a brief, confused look through the rear view mirror. "Business trip?"

"No, one of our good friends is getting married. And of course he's decided, for all of us, that instead of a bachelor party like a normal person, he's going to have what he's been calling a "bachelor week." Who needs that? Who needs a whole week? Especially in the middle of nowhere. In the mountains. In the snow," Jimin speaks his lament with pessimism. "As if we don't have busy lives of our own or anything," he adds under his breath.

Taehyung just shakes his head; he's only heard about it from Jimin a million times since the plans were changed a couple weeks ago. The sudden change in plans didn't bother him since he has nothing better going on, but he can offer his understanding in regards to Jimin. He works hard and his hours are crazy. Especially during auditions. It's not easy for him to change his schedule around at a moments notice.

"Well, congratulations to your friend. I'm sure you'll have a great time, and according to the GPS, I'll have you to the train station in about... 19 minutes. Not bad for the morning rush hour," the driver smiles as he taps on the GPS device on his dashboard.

When silence takes over in the car, Taehyung ponders telling Jimin about his dream. He's practically his brother. They've been in each other's lives for years, he's always been able to trust him with his darkest, craziest secrets. Why couldn't he tell him this?

"Hey," Taehyung whispers as he taps a finger on Jimin's hand to get his attention.

"Hm?" Jimin responds, but doesn't look up from his phone.

"You ever have a dream about like...hooking up, with someone you know?"

"With someone I know?" Jimin repeats quietly, glancing at Taehyung momentarily before looking back at his phone.

"Yeah, like a friend. A good friend..." Taehyung whispers then hesitates for a moment, biting on his lower lip. "Someone like--" he begins but just then, the front of Taehyung's pants begin vibrating and he's jolted in his seat, startled from the sensation.

Amused at his reaction, Jimin looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You alright over there?"

"I have no idea anymore," Taehyung sighs as he pulls his cell phone out, rolling his eyes at the irony of the text message he sees.

Jeon Jeongguk:
You guys on your way yet? 😁

Of course it's him...
The best friend you've got feelings for?
I DON'T have feelings for him..... not like that.
Then why is your heart racing?

Taehyung lets out a slow exhale to clear his mind before replying.

Jeon Jeongguk:
You guys on your way yet? 😁

Taehyung:
In the cab, just left

Jeon Jeongguk:
Awesome! I'm soooo ready for this trip

Taehyung:
Me too...
Is everyone at the station?

Jeon Jeongguk:
Everyone except Namjoon...

Taehyung:
lol why am I not surprised? 🙄

Jeon Jeongguk:
Hurry up, I'm so bored! There's nothing to do here 😫😫

Taehyung:
lol I can only go as fast as the cab driver drives us. We'll be there in 17 minutes

Jeon Jeongguk:
17 minutes?! That's too long. You're going to be late and you're not going to make the trip and if that's the case, I'm not going

Taehyung:
Shut up lol
We're not going to be late, we've got plenty of time. See you soon.

Taehyung eases into his seat and gazes out of the window at the blur of cars and buildings whizzing by, comforted and relieved at how normal their conversation was.

He'll laugh about this later, and forget all about it soon.

Because it was just a dream, that's all...