"Tae what are--"

Jungkook was snatched back down, his and Taehyung's body still connected. Gasping when he felt Taehyung's erection, the younger man moaned when his mouth was forced open, Taehyung suckling at his tongue and running his fingers through Jungkook's dark hair, pulling at the dark hair with blonde tips.

It looks like he was crashing at Taehyung's place tonight.

.........

Later that night, Taehyung found himself in bed, staring at his phone screen and laughing at the arguments between Jimin, Myung-Soo, and Jin in their group chat.

Yes, they finally made their group chat called The Preggy Party.

Jin's been blowing his phone up, wondering how the talk went between their two youngest, but like always, Jimin came running to Taehyung's defense, which ended in the two older men bickering back and forth while Myung-Soo dropped in and insulted both of them. It was never a dull moment with his hyungs, and he was glad to have them whenever he needed something, whether it was relationship advice, someone to talk too or some helping hands; they were always there for him.

But that could quickly change to assault once they found out he and Jungkook slept together...again. Speaking of Jungkook, Taehyung felt his face heat up at the mere thought of the younger man, the way Jungkook broke his phone screamed what he thought about Yoo-Ra and her bullshit. Taehyung sighed and rubbed at his heated face, hoping the blush would disappear. Yeontan popped out from under the covers, licking at his owner's wrist, and Taehyung scratched behind the tiny dog's ear, eyes still on the conversation between his hyungs.

Jin: Why don't you back off and suck on Yoongi's shrimpy dick, you head ass. 🍤🍤🍤

Mochi: How dare you! 🤬🤬🤬If anybody has a small dick, it's probably RM-hyung. You can't be that handsome, that tall, and expect to have a decent schlong.

Soo-Soo: Mmm...schlong...I could go for a sub sandwich right about now.

Jin:....how did you get that from schlong?

Soo-Soo: Because I thought about how long a dick is, and then it transformed into a sandwich. Gawd, I want some teriyaki chicken with sweet and sour sauce....hold up. I'm going to wake Hobi's bitch ass up and take me to get some food.

Mochi: You know that sounds fuckin delicious. I want a sandwich too. 😥😥😥

Jin: Right? Hey, if you can't get Suga to get up, I'll come to get you, and we can get one together.😊

Soo-Soo: Get me too. I want some cake.

Mochi: What kind? I want some fuckin lemon meringue.

Soo-Soo: I need some chocolate in my life.

"How did it go from them insulting the hyungs to talking about food?" Jungkook asked. He'd seen Taehyung giggling and decided to peek over his shoulder. Taehyung snickered and rolled over, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's swollen lips.

"Hormones, my dear sir. One minute we hate each other, and the next we're excited about food."

The younger nodded, still not understanding, but he's seen that way Youhna would go from 1 to 100 when she was pregnant, so he knew how it was. Pushing the covers back, Jungkook's hand slid down to rub against Taehyung's soft belly, smiling with the older male let out a shuddering breath as the fingers grazed the heated skin.

"Still can't believe we are having a little one..." The whisper was almost inaudible, and Taehyung felt his cheeks heat up. A year ago, they thought they were done with each other. With hated words being slung through the air, breaking each other's hearts, and not caring about the damage caused because if you didn't plan on seeing each other again, then why care?

Taehyung's long fingers brushed through Jungkook's hair, and the gentle action caused Jungkook to close his eyes. The bed they were lying in was not the same one they had when he lived here. This was a different bed, slightly bigger with different sheets, and the covers smelt of Taehyung's unique scent. Lips grazed over his pink ones, and the younger male slipped his hand from Taehyung's waist to wrap around him and pulling him against his body. Their naked chests met, Taehyung gasped slightly when his lover's hand traced up his spine, leaving patterns that no one would be able to see.

"I missed you so much..." The rabbit-toothed male murmured against Taehyung's red lips, and the older male smiled, eyes opening to mee Jungkook's dark ones. Yeontan was curled behind his shoulders, the dog slightly snoring, enjoying his owner's pillow. Taehyung was resting beside Jungkook, head on the guest pillow that was normally Taehyung's sleeping partner. The two lay there, staring at each other; every few seconds, Jungkook's thumb would gaze at Taehyung's collar bone, feeling the goosebumps that appeared on the tan skin.

"Did you miss me?" He found himself asking, entangling his legs with Taehyung's and smirking when the older's breath hitched when his thigh found a rather sensitive area.

"No..." Taehyung lied, unable to hide his broad smile. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook pinched Taehyung's side, and the older giggled cutely, squirming under the covers.

.......

It was now three in the morning, and Jungkook found himself wide awake. After another heated make-out and grinding session, Taehyung helped himself to some late-night take-out, a slice of cake, and then passed out, arms wrapped around the heart-shaped alien Jungkook had made for him some years ago.

Not that Jungkook wasn't comfortable, he loved the feeling of the memory foam under his skin, the smooth feel of the silk sheets, but what he wasn't used to was Taehyung. For months he's pined after his ex, wishing he would come back to him and ask for them to start over.

But he was afraid it would be another dream. Afraid he would wake up to an empty bed or worse, another body to add to his count.

Many nights, Jungkook would wake up with a strange woman or man in his bed, his bedroom reeking of alcohol, sweat, and sex. He would kick out the other occupant, realizing they weren't what he wanted. At the time, he wanted a cheap thrill to drown out the image of Taehyung's face and the gentle baritone voice, only to end up craving it more. It was like a drug to him, the sounds and octaves he was able to reach, the way his body twitched when pleasured, and the ethereal beauty.

Jungkook was hooked. He craved every inch of Taehyung, the good and the bad. Jungkook wanted it all and was willing to kill himself to get rid of the want that was burning inside of him.

"Mmmm..." Taehyung snored, and Jungkook blinked. Rolling over, he wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller male and brought him closer, pressing a kiss to his nape. This position brought back memories of when they were young, and it was Jungkook's eighteenth birthday.

They woke up in a similar position the following day in Taehyung's bedroom, both scared and confused. They thought the other would come to regret the decision of them being together intimately. Still, it was the start of a beautiful and blossoming relationship that would lead to them getting ready for their long journey of parenthood.

That was a night Jungkook thought about constantly. The way Taehyung looked was enough to suck the air from his lungs. He was breathless that entire night. And just the thought had him breathless now. Eyes sliding up to the raven-colored locks, Jungkook had a secret wish for the pregnant male to dye his hair back blonde like it had been when they first shared a bed.

' A young Jungkook sat on the couch in Jin and Namjoon's apartment, face still holding the soft roundness of someone in their youth while his jawline started to sharpen, chin and cheeks becoming more defined. It was September, his eighteenth birthday, and being the loving hyung he was, Jin decided to throw the youngest of their group a get-together to celebrate his becoming of a man. Though Jungkook wasn't technically an adult in South Korea until he turned twenty, Jin decided to use American rules for this one night and allow the youngest to have his first beer.

Wrinkling his nose at the taste, Jungkook was sitting on the couch, face in a scowl as he watched the older women walk around in short skirts, laughing loudly as they whispered and pointed at Jin.

The Maknae did admit his hyungs were handsome, Jin mainly, but the man was promised to Namjoon, the diamond band wrapped around his finger was proof. Jungkook noticed it was only ten at night, pulling out his phone, and he was dreadfully bored. Setting his beer on the table, Jungkook stood and dusted off imaginary dust from his pants, setting his sights on Jin. He planned on telling his hyung he wished to retire to the guest room for the night.

Making his way through the crowd, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair but froze when he witnessed someone that put every Venetian artist to shame.

Standing next to Jin was Kim Taehyung. The older male was breathtaking, and Jungkook found himself coughing into his hand only because he stopped breathing for a few seconds. This caught the attention of his hyungs, and Jin beamed, pulling Taehyung over to help the choking teen whose face had turned beet red. Concern overtook them, and they both went rushing to help the birthday boy, but Jungkook shoved Jin back, mouth covered as he tried to regain the breath that was lost.

Hands found his face, and Jungkook froze, eyes wide and mouth hanging open like an idiot when his eyes met the icy blue ones of Taehyung. The older's brow was furrowed, nostrils flared as he stared into Jungkook's face, trying to make sure the younger wasn't on the verge of passing out.

"Are you okay, Kookie?" The blonde asked, and Jungkook felt his knees give way. Gasping, Taehyung caught him, helping him steady his feet, and that's when they noticed they were eye to eye. It was a significant difference compared to when Taehyung used to be taller than the ravenette, but as Jungkook grew older, he was starting to grow taller, and his body filled out with muscle.

"T-Taehyung-ssi, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it?" Jungkook asked, unaware that his hands found his hyung's waist. Taehyung, on the other hand, noticed the younger's hands on his hips and tried to fight down the blush that was trying to paint his cheeks.

"I got an earlier flight. Jin and Jimin said you were pouting when you thought I wouldn't come. I would never miss my Jungkookie's big day." Taking his finger, Taehyung poked the tip of Jungkook's nose, and the younger gave a goofy grin, loving the attention he was receiving. They were standing in the middle of the party, people dancing around them, there were plenty of beautiful men and women, but the only ones they had eyes for were each other.

Jimin had a sly smile, eyes in the shape of crescents as he watched the two whisper and giggled about everything. Yoongi was beside him, sipping on a beer while Hoseok and Namjoon loudly talked about where Namjoon lost his phone. Jin came and stood beside Jimin, hands on his hips.

"I should have just wrapped Taehyung up in a bow. Jungkook hasn't noticed anything else since he saw him."

"You don't see it, hyung?" Yoongi asked, eyes still on the young couple, and Jin huffed, crossing his arms.

"I've seen it since Jungkookie was sixteen, but he could at least act like he enjoyed the party."

They all laughed and continued to watch as Taehyung made Jungkook dance with him. Jungkook went from the sulking emo teen to laughing, smiling, and dancing with the one he adored the most. You could see the joy radiating off of him while his and Taehyung's fingers laced together, the subtle touches and the way they would have to turn their heads so their lips wouldn't touch when they whispered into each other's ears.

Going back to when Jungkook mentioned whether or not Taehyung would make it, the blonde had gone to Japan to try out a career in modeling. A photographer captured his picture when he went with Jimin on a short vacation a few months ago, and the company photographer worked for reached out to him. At first, Taehyung didn't want to go, but Jungkook talked him into it, and two weeks later, the teenager was pouting while waving to his hyung, watching as he boarded a plane to Tokyo.

Even though he would deny it, Jungkook sulked around for weeks, pouting and being rude. The only way to lift his spirits was a text or call from Taehyung.

Yeah, he had it bad.

But all of that didn't matter now since Taehyung was back in Seoul, head resting on Jungkook's shoulder as the two slow danced to IU. The party was thinning out, many guests thanking Jin and Namjoon for a good time, but Taekook remained. Tender gazes, gentle touches, and whenever they would stare at each other, you could see the tension between them, the craving to taste each other's lips and to feel each other more intimately.

It was painful to watch.

The two have always had a connection, it went from brotherly love to something deeper, and they knew. But the thing separating them was the two-year gap. To society, Taehyung was an adult, but Jungkook was still a teenager. Even though their relationship wouldn't bother their hyungs, Jungkook's parents made sure to let them both know that while Jungkook was still in their house and under the legal age of adulthood, he had to follow their rules. If they got any indication of sexual activities between the two, they would press charges against Taehyung and anybody else that knew.

So while they were so close, Taehyung was forced to back away, not wanting to ruin any chance of Jungkook having a bright future. But it seemed like Jungkook was willing to throw it all away when he gripped the back of Taehyung's head, fingers digging into his gold hair.

"Kookie, what are---"

Taehyung went to ask, but his protests were silenced when Jungkook placed a delicate kiss upon his lips. The older male stared in shock, blue eyes staring into brown before he gripped Jungkook by his suit collar and pulled him close, their mouths meeting in a hesitant kiss that tasted like the forbidden fruit. Jungkook's hands gripped Taehyung's blonde locks tightly, tugging, and the blonde couldn't hide the moan that escaped his throat.

Not caring anymore, Jungkook took his chance and attacked Taehyung's neck and collar bone. With a beer in their system, which they used as an excuse when Taehyung had one and Jungkook drunk half of one, they snuck out of Jin and Namjoon's apartment and went back Taehyung's that he shared with Jimin. Their clothes quickly found the floor, their hands charting unknown territory and eliciting sounds they never knew they could make.

"Stop, Kook, your parents." Taehyung pleaded, but the younger continued, fingers moving at a rapid pace.

"Fuck them, I want you, Tae. I don't care if you're twenty or whatever."

At the mentioning of his age, Taehyung let out a loud sigh, face the color of a cherry.

"I don't turn twenty till December...I'm still nineteen."

Jungkook froze. He forgot Taehyung's birthday came so late in the year. Removing his fingers, he gripped the blonde's hips and forced him to lay flat, his tan legs spread wide, hole dripping with want for the younger teen.

"Well then...we can still fuck. I've waited so long for you, Tae."

Taehyung hummed, mouth opening to allow Jungkook to dive inside, and when he did, suckling at the older's tongue, he was caught off guard when he inched into the moist heat that was Taehyung. Body shivering, Jungkook had to force his orgasm back so he wouldn't cum just by being inside of Taehyung. They didn't know if Taehyung was a sub-male, so they had to be careful. But considering they were already going raw, they were sure a little semen wouldn't hurt anything.'

They had multiple rounds that night. Their bodies littered with bites and hickeys, hair mused and skin glowing. Jungkook remembered everything. The way he felt at that moment, the high he received from his body sliding against Taehyung's. The sweet sounds they made together, he could vividly see the faces Taehyung made as he stroked inside of him, hitting his sweet spot over and over again.

Sighing, Jungkook pressed another kiss to Taehyung's nape, feeling his body come to life with the heated memories of their first time together. Sliding his hand further down, Jungkook flared his nostrils when he felt Taehyung arch against him, a low moan escaping his lips.

"S-Stop..." The ravenette whimpered, wishing to enter dreamland yet again, but Jungkook sat upon his knees, gently rolling the older male on his back and resting his legs on his hips.

"I'll be quick, I promise," Jungkook whispered, planting a kiss on the pregnant male's neck. Taehyung sighed, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's neck and moaning when Jungkook's length entered him, stretching him.

"What time is it?" Taehyung gasped.

Jungkoook bit down on his shoulder, not caring to answer the question with the tight heat around his manhood. Feeling eyes on him, Jungkook paused when he saw two small, dark eyes staring up at him. Yeontan was watching, tail wagging back and forth. The artist rolled his eyes, gently shooing the small dog away and off the bed so he would be able to sex Taehyung up in peace.

He would have to buy Tannie a chew toy later.

"Ngh...K-Kookie....let me...ahh...go back to bed."

"I...will...in a minute, baby."

And buy Taehyung some ice cream for waking him up for a quickie.