As Jungkook’s senses rushed back to him from the most peaceful sleep he had in days, he sensed Taehyung’s warmth against him, and drew a light kiss on his exposed shoulder.

He snuggled closer to him, bending his leg over his form. His movements rested abruptly at the hardness that brushed against his knee, and he opened his eyes to inspect. He peeked under the blanket and his jaw felt slack at the outline of his hard cock that strained against his pants.

Jungkook’s mouth watered at the sight.

Without contemplation, he flung the blanket aside and climbed over him. He leaned to pepper sweet kisses on his cheeks that concluded their journey to his lips. “Tae,” he uttered and gave him a peck.

Taehyung hummed softly as he glided his hands up his thighs and riveted them on his hips. “Good morning.”

Jungkook tipped to his ear and whispered, “Tae. Can I suck you off?”

Taehyung’s cloudy senses from his sleeping state cleared at once at his unholy question. “What?”

“You’re hard.” Jungkook sucked on his earlobe, nibbling it, as he rolled his hips against his hardness. “Wanna taste you.”

Taehyung drove his head further into the pillow as a raspy moan spewed from his mouth. “Fuck... Yes, baby. Yes. Suck me.”

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And Jungkook shifted between his legs without delay. He tugged his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. Something glinted in his eyes at the wetness he espied on the head, and he gripped it at the base as he dove to taste him.

Jungkook wrapped his lips around the cockhead and tongued at the slit, whining in absolute delight. “Fuck, you taste so good, hyung. Can’t wait for your cum.”

His words were like a wildlife of pure want that engulfed Taehyung at once. He buried a hand in the roots of Jungkook’s hair and fisted the bedsheets with the other, gazing down at him. “Your mouth... It drives me crazy with the things it says.”

Jungkook smirked, then sucked on the head before pulling off again. “Wait to see the things it does.” He placed his tongue between his balls and dragged it up so tantalizingly, licking every inch of his cock until he stuffed it into his mouth.

He set a steady pace of devouring his girth, the flat of his tongue rubbing against it at each dive. He spread the excessive spit over his balls and massaged them gently as he grasped his thigh for leverage. He kept moaning around him, whining, knowing how heavenly the vibrations felt for Taehyung.

And he was right. Taehyung was already on cloud nine, and the fire in his core festered by the minute. His hips jerked on their own, shoving his cock a bit further into Jungkook’s throat, and a flood of surprise showered down his form, mixing with his ecstasy.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch, which meant he had no gag reflex.

Jungkook breathed heavily through his nose as he picked up his pace, the tip slamming against the back of his throat rhythmically. He suctioned his mouth to create a tighter sensation for him, his spit leaking out, dripping down his chin and onto Taehyung’s groin.

Taehyung’s breath came faster and harsher as he got so close to his release. “Fuck, Kookie. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Keep sucking me, baby.”

Jungkook obeyed; he swallowed him down a notch faster, his gurgling sounds bouncing on the walls along with the symphony of their moans. He slurped the taste of his cock with zest as he felt his own ache by its hardness.

Taehyung’s rapture deepened as the heat in his gut burst. His mouth dropped open in a rumbling groan and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock writhed with the spurts of cum that jetted out.

Jungkook mewled inanely as he swallowed on repeat, wanting to guzzle all of his hot release. A few stripes managed to ooze out at the abundant amount, but he collected them with his fingers as he drew off his cock. He shoved them in his mouth and sucked them, then licked his lips clean.

Taehyung stared at him in absolute amazement through his stupefaction. He swore that boy was a fucking dream.

Jungkook dropped himself over him and pecked his lips. “Go clean up. I made a mess with my spit.”

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An astonished huff tumbled out of Taehyung. He couldn’t form words in his wooly head anymore. Jungkook’s actions, words, behavior — hell, his whole existence had bewitched him entirely. He tacitly slipped out of bed once Jungkook climbed off him and visited the bathroom.

Jungkook’s traits clouded over the moment he left. He perceived his silence, but he couldn’t unravel its meaning. He didn’t like? Was I too much? Was I that bad? Jungkook propped his back against the wall, surrendering to his self-deprecating thoughts.

Taehyung returned soon and flung his body onto the bed. He analyzed Jungkook’s stock-still state, and his brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t like it, huh?”

Taehyung’s neck cowered with the flinch his head gave. He slowly pushed himself to a sitting stance, gaping at him.

“It’s okay, I won’t be hurt if you say you didn’t like it or if I wasn’t that good,” Jungkook continued before he could respond. “I mean probably others were better than me, and it’s okay, really. You don’t have to lie to me. You should just tell me and I won’t be mad—”

Taehyung grasped him and pinned him to the bed, mounting him. “I’m going to spank your pretty ass if you don’t stop talking. You think I didn’t like it? Didn’t you see how my body was reacting when you were just touching me?”

The tips of Jungkook’s lips hung in a pout. “You didn’t say anything afterwards, and I just thought... I don’t know.”

“I didn’t say anything because I was completely amazed by you. You woke me up to suck me off, you said you wanted to taste me, and you licked your fingers with my cum while staring at me with your innocent eyes. You’re the most adorable and at the same time the hottest guy I’ve ever been with. You’re just perfect. You were amazing. And I loved every moment of it.”

Jungkook’s face lit up, as if a glow touched it. He placed a row of pecks on his lips, smiling between each one. “So you liked it...”

“To say I just liked it would be an underestimate. I fucking loved it, Kookie. You were a dream. And I want to return it because I can feel how hard you are right now.”

Jungkook’s eyes leaped away as his ears turned into a reddish color so effortlessly.

“Why are you embarrassed?” Taehyung chuckled fondly at the sight.

“It’s nothing...”

“You just woke me up to suck me off, Kook. You really shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything anymore.”

A faint snort emitted from Jungkook. Well, Taehyung was right. “I was hard when I sucked you off, but when you went to the bathroom, I wasn’t anymore. And then you came back, and I just got hard again when... when you... praised me.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows went sky high as a grin exploded onto his face. “You get hard when someone praises you?”

“No! Not just anyone. Only you. Just you. It never happened to me before.”

“My heart can’t take how freaking cute you are.” Taehyung snatched his endearing face and showered it with a myriad of kisses all over. “You have a praise kink.”

“You don’t find it weird?”

“Of course not, Kookie. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about it. And good thing you told me because now I know how to seduce you.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at him, earning a playful slap on his shoulder.

“You don’t even have to do anything to make me fall into bed with you. I can’t get enough of you, anyway. All you have to do is ask.”

“I think your boner doesn’t let you think clearly right now. I better take care of it.”

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Taehyung slipped Jungkook’s shirt off him and plunged to his chest. He sucked on his pointy bud as he toyed with the other with his fingers, grinding against him. It frenzied him how turned on Jungkook already seemed to be; his body twitched often, his moans were louder and sexier than ever.

He kissed his way to his crotch and pulled down his pants with his boxers before sinking between his legs. He didn’t take it slow, knowing how eager for release Jungkook was. He sucked on the head, then steeped his cock as far as it could go in his mouth.

He bobbed his head, letting his drool drip down his balls on purpose. He wetted two fingers as he continued sliding his mouth up and down his thick length and dragged them to his hole.

Jungkook convulsed at the delicate touch of the tips of his fingers against his opening while his dreamy mouth devoured his cock. But the press of his digit against it was what unhinged him, and he cried out, gasping moans flying off his lips. “Want it,” he babbled. “Want your fingers in me.”

A groan burred in Taehyung’s throat as he breached his opening with his spit-covered finger. He moved it in the gentlest of pushes, unlike his head, which only bobbed harder, lapping up his cock with relish.

Taehyung stilled his hand and rubbed the tip of his finger in the deepest parts of him, curling it against his folds, delving, searching. He knew by how Jungkook’s moans waxed and his body kept trembling that he was seconds away from bursting. And so he sneaked a second finger into his hole until his knuckles slammed against his rim.

As soon as Taehyung began fucking his long fingers into him, a tsunami of stimulation crushed against Jungkook’s form that drowned him. Cum spurted from his cock, filling Taehyung’s hot mouth to the brim, and he mewled, and shook, and nearly cried at how exhilarating everything felt.

Taehyung milked him through his orgasm and only slid his fingers out once he swallowed every drop of his cum.

Jungkook panted as he strove to focus his eyes on him with all that haziness waltzing around it. “Fuck, Tae. You’re amazing. I feel like I’m on fire.”

Taehyung smiled fondly as he lay over him, then planted a deep kiss on his crimson lips. “You are amazing. Shower?”

“Yes, please.”

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They shared another round of kisses and climbed off the bed. Their shower contained plenty of fiery kisses and touches, which led to both of them orgasming once more.

Soon, they settled on the couch with two cups of freshly made coffee. “I’m curious about something,” Jungkook said as he crossed his legs over the couch, facing him.

Taehyung copied his moves. “I’m all ears.”

“When did you know you wanted me?”

Taehyung processed the profound question in silence, trying to structure his thoughts before sharing them. “I felt something for you from the beginning. I mean, at first, I was just attracted to you. You had something. I didn’t know why the hell I was so pissed off when I saw you with Jaebum that night at the party. And I had no idea why I cared so much about it.”

“You were an asshole to me,” Jungkook said, pouting pretentiously.

Taehyung chuckled. “I was. I really was.”

“Why, though?”

“Because you were making me care about you, and I didn’t want that. I was feeling weird when I was with you, and I didn’t want that either. I liked you, and I didn’t want to admit it because it didn’t feel the same as it felt with other guys.”

“That’s why you were saying to not misunderstand and stuff?”

“Well, I was like this. I was flirting here and there with anyone, and it didn’t mean anything to me. And at first, I won’t lie. It was really entertaining the way you were reacting to me—Ouch!” He earned a slap on his shoulder with his last remark, and he rubbed the abused spot, both chuckling. “As I continued doing that with you, I kept saying it didn’t mean anything because I needed to remind myself of that. Because I didn’t want it to mean anything. But at some point, I knew it meant something. And it was something I didn’t want to admit.”

“What?”

“I liked you, Kook. But I was too messed up to understand it. I was too messed up to let you get close to me. I’m sorry I was an asshole.”

Jungkook cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips on his. “It’s okay, Tae. But you didn’t really answer my question.”

“Wait, what was the question again?”

The younger pinched his belly hard, evoking another whine from him, which melted into soft chuckles. “When did you know you wanted me?”

“Remember that day at the company in the cafeteria? I was sitting alone, and you were with the others. You stood up for me. You had the balls to talk back to Yoongi for me. Something just changed that day. It was like I could see clearly. It was like I could finally see what I was ignoring. And it was my feelings for you.”

“You avoided me like crazy that day.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“Because I was scared. I was feeling something I had never felt before. And I had no idea what exactly was either.”

“And now you know?”

“Now I know I’m crazy about you. And it feels amazingly good being with you.” Taehyung planted a small kiss on his forehead, then aimed a fond smile at him. “Has your question been answered?”

“Yes.”

“When did you know you wanted me?”

Jungkook lowered his gaze as he thought back to everything that had happened with Taehyung. “You know I liked you from the first moment I met you. But the truth is, I can’t think of the moment I said to myself that I want you. Because I didn’t let myself picture us together. I thought you didn’t feel anything about me, so I just wasn’t paying attention to my feelings. I guess when you broke up with Youngjae and started saying things to me, that was when I got my hopes up a little and slowly let myself think about my feelings. I admitted to myself I had fallen for you the same day I said it to you, too. And I felt awful that I wasn’t able to say it sooner. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“You were scared too, Kookie. You don’t have to be sorry,” Taehyung uttered soothingly and drew a small kiss on his cheek. “And thank you for letting me in and opening up to me.”

“It feels good... talking to you like this.”

 
The two spent the whole day together; Jungkook cooked for them something to eat, and Taehyung was rather amazed at his cooking skills.

Later in the afternoon, the five boys went to Taehyung’s apartment. They scolded Jungkook for leaving without saying anything, but their anger vanished fast, since they knew how much he needed a break. They hung out until late at night, drinking and chatting like the good old times.

It had been a while since they met up all seven together with everything that was happening with Jungkook and Taehyung. But at that moment, things were better than ever. And Jungkook could really laugh and enjoy his time with his friends and boyfriend. It was the first time he felt he wasn’t alone anymore. And it felt heavenly, that feeling of bliss.

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The two boys headed towards the company early in the morning. They had missed a lot of classes, and they had a strict limit on their attendance. They didn’t have much leeway to miss more.

They sauntered into the company, with Taehyung’s arm still wrapped around his shoulders and Jungkook’s around his waist. They were blind to the few stares they received from the other trainees and blithely made their way towards the changing room.

“Jungkook?”

The two stopped in their tracks and twisted around to face Eunhyuk. “Good morning,” Jungkook uttered, maintaining his hold around the other.

“You’re back.”

Jungkook was surprised to see the softest of smiles ghost over Eunhyuk’s lips as he stared at him with the same element in his eyes. “I’m back, and I’m not leaving again.”

Eunhyuk’s lips trembled with the grin that wanted to outplace his small smile, but he glanced away and cleared his throat to prevent it. “Good. That’s good. See you in class, guys.”

Jungkook and Taehyung shared a bewildered look after he left, and the latter snorted. “Okay, Eunhyuk is so weird.”

“Now, why do you say that? Eunhyuk has always been so kind and nice.”

Taehyung grimaced at the irony of his words. “Are you trying to be funny?”

“I’m not trying. I am,” Jungkook said, gloating oozing out of his tone, as they stepped into the changing room.

Taehyung threw his head back with the outburst of laughter that jumped out of his throat. “I see,” he said through diminished chuckles and set his fondness-filled gaze on him again.

Their eyes remained fastened on each other for a beat, with warm smiles adorning their faces. As they peeled their attention away, ready to part ways so they could change their clothes, they turned into icicles at the sight of someone staring at them from across the room.

“Youngjae...” Jungkook breathed out as he dragged his arm away from Taehyung’s form.

Youngjae neared them at a creep until he stood in front of them. The solemnity that gripped his features distorted with the smile he pasted on his lips. “I’m sorry for what Jaebum said to you, Jungkook. And for what BamBam said, too.”

Jungkook received his apology with loads of shock toppling over his existence. He expected him to lash out at him, accuse him for the same thing Youngjae’s friends had, even punch him. But he instead apologized for them. “You’re not mad?”

“At first I was. That’s why I was avoiding you two and didn’t say anything. I knew I would probably curse the shit out of you two. But I just saw how happy Taehyung is with you, and I can’t be mad about that. That’s what I want for him. And thank you, Jungkook, for making me see clearly.”

“Thank you, Youngjae-yah,” Taehyung said in a soft tune. “And we don’t have to be strangers, you know. I mean, if you’re okay with that, too.”

“I don’t think I can handle us being anything more than strangers. Maybe later. Who knows?” Youngjae presented a faint smile to them before trudging out of the room.

The two boys changed their clothes and made their way to the classroom. Jungkook, in particular, was too eager for the first class to start. He wanted to see how his leg would be, if it would be better now that he rested for a few more days.

His face lit up as Eunhyuk entered, and he jumped to his feet. He played with his hands nervously as the teacher called their names, and the class soon started.

A flood of pleasant surprise washed over Jungkook’s being, as he didn’t feel that much pain. He could pull off every single move Eunhyuk showed, and the pain wasn’t as strong as it used to be. Of course, it was still there, but at least now it was bearable.

He enjoyed that class more than any other and couldn’t hide his smile most of the time. As long as his injury wouldn’t affect his dancing, he would be happy as hell.

  
As the class ended, Jungkook collapsed onto the floor, sweat glistening on his skin, his chest fluctuating madly by his panting.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung, being in a similar state, asked as he sat next to him.

Jungkook beamed, then pitched to throw his arms over his form, and he wrenched him down with him, caging him in his embrace. “I’m fucking great.”

Taehyung expelled a sharp puff of air at the unexpected action, as it was the last thing he thought the younger would do in front of everyone. He chuckled then, curling his arms around him as well, and planted a mild kiss on his neck.

“Yah, I’m sweaty, hyung, don’t kiss me.”

“I don’t care.” Taehyung showered his neck with more little kisses, evoking a pile of giggles from him.

“Guys, you’re still in the classroom,” Eunhyuk stated with his usual frosty tone as he pinned them to their spot with a disapproving glare.

The two sucked their lips inwards in their attempt to confine the outpouring of laughter that braised in their chests as they exchanged a look. They disconnected their bodies and rose to their feet. Then Jungkook peeked at Eunhyuk, still biting his lower lip. “Sorry.”

Eunhyuk raised a brow at them, able to discern their efforts to suppress their laughter. He snorted, shaking his head, and shuffled away, leaving the two boys finally laughing their heads off.

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