Blithe smiles decorating their faces, the two boys exited the room, and Jeongguk swiftly went to his own to grab his towel as well.

Taehyung’s lips stretched wider by his hyper state once he returned, and he seized his hand, tugging him towards the bathroom.

“You two!”

A resonant voice iced them up in their tracks, and they twisted around, only to face a frustrated-looking Yoongi and a curious-looking Hoseok.

“You purple-haired brat, you said you’ll explain everything later,” Yoongi exclaimed, hands riveted on his waist and foot tapping against the floor in exasperation.

“I thought you went to bed since it’s so late.” Taehyung cleared his throat and subtly brought his towel in front of his crotch in his attempt to hide his boner.

“We want to know what happened. And what were all these noises we heard—Ouch.” Hoseok’s remark dissolved into a whine as he rubbed his bicep, throwing a miffed glare at Yoongi who just pinched him. “What?”

“You really don’t know what these noises were?”

“Well, of course I do, but I want details. Like, did they do it? Who topped? Who initiated it? Who—“

“Yah!” Yoongi growled, brows bumping in an annoyed scowl. “Is this really important right now? Because I think Taehyung disappearing without a word is way more important.”

“It is, obviously, but—”

“Guys,” Taehyung spat out, finding his impatience on the rise and hardly able to fence it in anymore.

And hell, his hard-on wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest.

“It’s really late, okay? We just want to take a shower and sleep so—”

“Together?” Hoseok questioned as a grin tinged with thrill popped up onto his face. He placed a protective hand against the side of his mouth and whispered, “Did you really do it?” He received a faint punch on his arm again by Yoongi at his foolish action.

“I can still hear you, you know.”

“Whatever.”

“Can we just carry on? And no, Hoseok hyung, we didn’t do it yet. We have to wake up in like six hours, so please just go to sleep. Taehyung will tell us everything tomorrow, and we’ll also answer any question you have about us.”

“Fair enough.” Yoongi sighed. “Don’t sleep too late. Kook, you know you can’t miss your classes. Your attendance is at the limits.”

“I know,” mumbled the caramel-haired boy as his eyes dropped to the floor.

Oh, how much he wished he could just sleep in the next day. Even the thought of waking up early after that long, emotional night had him on the edge of a meltdown.

And the said night hadn’t even finished yet.

“Goodnight,” Taehyung added before he gripped the younger’s hand, dragging him to the bathroom. “The rooms aren't soundproof, huh?” he asked with a slightly awkward chuckle as they stepped inside.

“No, so we have to keep it down.”

“Well, you were pretty loud. It’s not my fault.”

Jeongguk’s brows arched with a hint of amusement and irony as he eyeballed the little smirk adorning the older’s characteristics and cocky posture, shoulders pushed back and chest inflated with pride.

“Yeah, it’s not your fault,” he said a few beats later as he shuffled closer to the boy who now had his back turned to him. “I’m just wondering”—his fingers drew up to the hem of his shirt, and he peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor without a care—“how loud you’re going to be when I fill you up.”

The depth of his voice got so deeper Taehyung felt it shiver down his spine with an electrifying sensation, making his knees feel weak and his breath hitch, getting trapped somewhere in his body.

Soft fingers crawling underneath his shirt had him flinching slightly, and he stood there rigid with wild, promising scenarios swirling through his mind as Jeongguk dragged the material upwards, slipping it off his head.

“Why are you so quiet now, Tae?” he challenged, something roguish dripping from his tone. His eyes meandered on his honey skin and beautifully shaped back, but he soon found the gap between them irritating. So he effaced it with one smooth step, arm creeping over his belly to bring him flat against his chest, and lips ghosting over the curve of his neck.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” he questioned, intentionally letting his breath brush against his skin, and he placed unhurried, open-mouth kisses on every fiber of his neck, tracing his way to his ear.

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Taehyung unleashed a sharp puff as the thought of breathing had left him throughout by Jeongguk's coquettish behavior, and his body shuddered and crouched a bit with the thin rope of precum that squirted out of his rock-hard length.

“You okay?”

“F-fuck, no, no, I’m—fuck, it hurts.” Taehyung leaned over the tub to prevent himself from tumbling and grasped his clothed cock, squeezing and rubbing it as his breath grew thin and erratic with the spate of relief that struck him.

“You sound so fucking pretty,” whispered Jeongguk and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he settled a palm on his chest, trailing his contracted muscles until he reached his hand and cupped it, leading the older to halt his movements inch by inch.

He straightened him from his curled-up position and gently whirled him around, noting his discomfort and immense need for release on his scrunched-up features. He passed his fingers through his hair and painted a loving peck on his forehead, feeling Taehyung melt in his touch.

Gazes locked in an incremental heated eye contact, Jeongguk glided his hands down his tantalizing body, a churning of stomach-fluttering emotions flaming in his core, and he stilled once his palm collided with the waistband of his pants. He didn’t have trouble ripping them off, both his pants and boxers at once, and he directed him to sit on the edge of the tub with a tender push.

“You don’t have to if you don’t like it. You can just kiss me as I—”

“Tae,” he interjected his speech in a mellow tone as he kneeled in front of him. “Just because I’m a top doesn’t mean I don’t like giving blowjobs. And we’re talking about you here. I’m willing to give you everything I can and try to give you anything I can’t. I want to make you feel good too. Trust me, I won’t force myself to do something I don’t want. And you shouldn’t do that either. Okay?”

Eyes reshaping to rounder ones and brows stretching upwards, Taehyung sensed a surge of fondness spiral through him, creating small ripples of comfort and warming his blood. “That was... one of the sweetest things someone has ever said to me. And especially in this situation.” A smile flashed up onto his face and a string of muffled chuckles came just after, stirring Jeongguk to break out laughing as well.

“Yeah, bad timing. But I wanted you to know that,” he uttered, placing a palm over Taehyung's faintly pinkish cheek and caressing it with absolute adoration.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to drop to his soft-looking lips, poring over every bit of his skin as they briefly paused on his enticing collarbones, and they carried on with the sultry scrutiny until his swollen cock slid into view, still standing proud against his stomach and sleek with pearly blobs of precum.

He slithered his hand from his balls to the tip and twirled the tips of his fingers around it, smearing the precum all over, surprised at how satiny soft and sensitive his length was.

Taehyung’s whole body erupted in goosebumps at the slick motion, his belly shriveling at a steady tempo with each slide of his fingers over the delicate head. But he couldn’t handle any more teasing at that moment; his legs quivered with the aching hardness of his cock, his hands shifting positions from gripping the edge of the tub to clasping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Just by the minimum touch on his erection, he was driven into a boisterous frenzy of stimulating emotions that wrenched him away from every ounce of self-composure he had in his system. “Kook—fuck.” He whimpered and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut to sober up his fuzzy mind so he could form a cohesive sentence. “I’m like a m-minute away from cumming if you—if you do something, so do s-something and I’ll let you t-top first.”

His breathless statement brought Jeongguk's ministrations to a standstill, and a corner of his mouth lifted before he flicked his eyes up, peering at the desperate boy with insinuations of amusement mixed with excitation. “Interesting.” The drawl in his remark was subtle but deliberately bawdy.

He bent down at a slow rhythm and attached his mouth onto his glistening thigh, leaving tender bites and kisses that crept closer and closer to his crotch. “But you know what?” He flattened his tongue against his skin and dragged it to the root of his cock artfully, reveling in the way Taehyung puled and clawed at his hair to avoid the imminent fall by his violent convulsion. “I was gonna top first either way, baby.”

His dominance had Taehyung dripping even more precum, but it also sparked a gleam of annoyance in his gut, brought by his competitive persona. “Y-you brat—shit, fucking h-hell.” His scolding converted into raspy, short-winded moans and whines as the younger engulfed almost his entire length with his mouth.

Jeongguk remained unmoving with the head poking his throat, and he swallowed around him, an obscene infusion of rampant noises scattering across the room from both.

“Oh, Kook—baby, so good, so d-damn good for me.” Taehyung choked on the pleasurable feeling while he spectated the scene in sheer wonderment, stifled words falling from his lips as that addictive sensation of release was already so close to his grip.

Joyous with his praises, continuous hums broke out of Jeongguk as he drew off, leaving only the head in his mouth, and sank back down, creating a satisfying fast pace and pressing his tongue against his cock in each dive. His hands traveled to his hips and grasped them hard enough to redden his skin, but the older was too far gone in rapture to perceive it.

He sucked him with vigor, feeling Taehyung’s length twitch against his tongue and his own surprisingly growing between his legs. Getting hard while sucking someone off was a first-time thing for the younger, and he could only blame it on the enthralling, impure sounds he produced and simply on him — Taehyung himself.

Another rough pull on his hair shook him out of his unexpected realization, and Taehyung's mewls combined with his panting, repeated remark ‘please, don’t stop’ alerted him that his orgasm was quickly approaching.

And so he resumed devouring him, bringing one hand down to rub between his balls, and as soon as his fingers accidentally grazed over his rim, Taehyung clamped his teeth in his lower lip to silence his raucous groans that beseechingly spewed out of his mouth with each eruption of cum he shot down his throat.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” babbled Taehyung among his whines, his hips jerking up as he tightened his grip on his hair a drop more, his entire body surrendering to the flames of euphoria braising under his skin.

He gradually began to recover from his giddy, heart-hammering state when the younger pulled back, watching through half-closed, glazed eyes as he gulped his cum and licked his lips clean.

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“You’re amazing.”

Jeongguk cracked a smile at the sugary praise as he pushed himself off the floor, and he held his stunning face in a caring grasp, pressing a kiss on his forehead and another one on his smooth lips right after. “You are amazing.”

A giggle rumbled in Taehyung’s chest and slipped past his mouth, brimming Jeongguk’s heart with bliss by the melodic tune. “And precious. And perfect,” the younger uttered mildly as he stroked his cheekbones and captured his lips in a savory kiss overflowed by affection and gentleness.

Taehyung hummed in content and little by little rose to his feet by his abrupt need to connect their bodies — to feel him as close as possible.

Fireworks exploded in his core the second their bare chests collided, his brain falling out of touch with reality again, and his heartbeat hiking up, roaring in his already buzzing ears.

His movements grew more eager straightaway, one hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and the other exploring his robust figure, groping his back muscles.

Tongues dancing in harmony, tasting, licking, slurping, biting lips, bodies smoothly rocking together, demanding hands wandering, everything. They did everything to assuage their terrific thirst for one another, but they always ended up yearning, begging for more.

“Let’s just screw the shower,” Taehyung panted out as he fumbled to strip him of his pants and boxers, but the younger ceased his actions by wrapping his fingers around each of his wrists.

“If we don’t shower now, we’ll never do.”

“There’s always tomorrow.”

“Tae, come on.”

“Ugh, why are you such a cockblocker?” he muttered as he threw a meek punch on his chest, a pout blooming on his reddened lips. “When are we gonna finally have sex?”

His cute frown evoked a snort from Jeongguk, and he draped an arm over his waist to bring him flat against his body again. “There’s always tomorrow.”

“Tsk, you’re so not funny,” Taehyung scoffed with an intense eye roll, but a sudden kiss attack all over his face had him chuckling.

“Trust me, I want to have sex with you too. So fucking much. But I want us to have all the time we want so we can enjoy it.”

“You’re right. I just... I want you so much, Kookie. I had a crush on you for so long without even realizing it at first.”

“I have so many questions right now.”

Taehyung giggled, dulcet and light, and he stole a peck as he hooked his arms around his neck. “And I’m ready to answer each one.”

“Let’s take that damn shower at least as we talk.” The younger received another round of chuckles from him and a couple of nods, and he removed the rest of his clothes before they stepped into the tub.

He turned on the faucet and spent a few moments adjusting the water temperature so it’d be warm, but a velvety palm trailing his abs attracted his attention and eyes to a now gawking violet-haired boy. “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to jump you right here right now.”

“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m trying as hard as your dick is right now.”

“And it won’t fall as long as you’re naked in front of me.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment,” Taehyung chirped with a kittenish smile, and he leaned over for a long kiss, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he retreated.

Fondness crept into the younger’s gaze as he passed the showerhead to him, suddenly sensing wavelets of pure adoration pulse through him for the angel he had before his eyes.

And a heart-fluttering, ecstatic awakening struck him like a wrecking ball then. Taehyung was his boyfriend. He was his. How did he get so lucky?

“Kook?” he called in a soft tone as he had his arm extended for a while now to hand him the showerhead, but the younger seemed too absorbed in his thoughts to notice.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Do you want to share your thoughts?”

“I just realized you’re my boyfriend now. I never had a boyfriend.”

“Aww, I’m your first,” Taehyung cooed as he continued to scrub his body with the lilac-scented body wash, eliciting a muffled titter from him.

“That’s not a good thing for you, you know. I know nothing about dating and how to be a good boyfriend.”

“I already know you’re gonna be a good boyfriend.”

“How?”

“Remember on new year’s eve? You took care of me, you comforted me when I started crying. You made me a tea the next day. You get so worried when I’m down and always try to cheer me up. And even a few minutes ago, when you made sure the water was warm enough and passed the showerhead to me first. All these things and a lot more you do mean you’re gonna be a good boyfriend. They mean you are a good boyfriend because you’re kind and amazing and sweet despite the rage you have in your heart. That rage doesn’t define you, Kook. So trust yourself. And see yourself for who you truly are and not for what others made you be.”

The younger stood unmoving by the warmth that lashed across his chest at his words, gazing at him in a daze as his mind emptied altogether, being clueless about what to say.

The corners of Taehyung’s mouth curled up fondly as he registered his dazed condition, and he took a hold of his hand, positioning his palm upwards, and poured a good amount of body wash in it. “Don’t be so shocked just because you care about others. Now, I’m still waiting to hear those questions.”

Jeongguk began to rub the purple liquid all over his body, and he cleared his throat in unexpected embarrassment. “Since when did you have a crush on me?”

“I realized I liked you on new year’s eve with Yoongi's help.”

“With Yoongi's help?”

“Yes. When he came to my room to talk to me, he told me I had distanced myself from you because I was jealous of the idea of you being with someone else. And he was right. I was jealous. That’s why I was so moody those days.”

“I knew it,” Jeongguk said below his breath as something mischievous veiled his traits, earning a smack on his shoulder and a peeved glare from the other.

“Yah!”

His eyes creased at the edges as a smile burst onto his lips, reams of subdued chuckles echoing around them. “I’m just teasing you.”

With his hair overlaid with suds too, Taehyung reached for the showerhead to rinse his body, releasing a suave half-laugh at his remark. “But now, looking back, I think I had a crush on you even when you were still an asshole to me sometimes. Remember when we were alone in the house and I asked you to help me with a scene? And then I hugged you suddenly? I felt something that day. I can’t explain it.”

“Really? Since then?”

“Yes. And to be honest, I was practically about to confess on new year’s eve.”

A spasm of shock crossed Jeongguk’s face, so intense his movements rested abruptly. “What?”

“If Yoongi and Hoseok hadn’t interrupted us then... Oh, God, what would I have said...”

“What? What?”

His eagerness to know raised a broad smile from the older. “I said I think I’m selfish, right? And then I was about to say I want you for myself. I don’t want you to go back to Johan. I want you to stay with me.”

“That’s what you wanted to say then?” he questioned a tad louder, unable to believe the perfect chance they missed to be together so much earlier.

“I ended up saying it later, anyway, since I got so drunk.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t remember what happened for over ten days.”

“Yeah, and you made everyone lie to me about what happened that day.”

Jeongguk darted him a stony glance, unamused at his sneering tone. “Fair enough.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Sorry about that, though. You know I—”

“I know,” Taehyung softly cut him off as he peered at him with a hint of affection in his eyes, brushing his soapy hair back and pressing a kiss to his wet lips. “You weren’t ready to face me because you thought I wouldn’t like you back, right?”

No words left his mouth, but a few tiny, hesitant nods gave Taehyung the answer he wanted. “It’s okay, Kook. There’s no need to feel bad about it. We’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right,” he whispered with a gentle smile and started washing out as well.

“Any more questions about the past?”

“Oh, many. But let’s hear yours for now.”

“Hmm, since when did you have a crush on me?”

Jeongguk let a few seconds of silence reign over them as he cast his mind back to his moments with the older. “I got fond of you little by little. But I think it started when you saw me in a fit of rage in my room. Remember? When you helped me with my bleeding knuckles and then held my hand. I felt something warm I had never felt before, but I dismissed it.

“And then it was the day we fought and you found me drinking beers in your room. The day I messed up everything and everyone. Anyway, when we cried together and hugged... What I felt before was much stronger at that moment and I couldn’t ignore it again. I realized I liked you then.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? You thought I wouldn’t like you back again?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t tell if you liked me. And I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend.”

Taehyung simply observed as the younger rinsed off his hair, mind vacant of any thought, and a loving, bright smile carved on his features. “You’re so pretty.”

“I highly doubt that with my hair sticking to my face.”

“You are pretty at all times.”

“I’ll take the compliment. Thanks, baby.” He kept his eyes closed and pursed his lips, waiting for Taehyung to give him a peck, and he did right away.

 
All clean and ready a short time later, the two boys got out of the tub and grabbed their towels. “What happened today, by the way? Why did your father come to pick you up from work?”

“Because he gathered information about Johan.”

“So fast?”

“Of course. He’s the best when it comes to these things.” Too bored to dry his hair more, Taehyung gave up and wrapped the towel around his body instead.

“And?”

“And holy fuck, he and his father are involved in some messed-up shit.”

“Before you start, are we gonna sleep in your room or mine?”

“I like your bed better so in yours. I’ll go take my clothes real quick.”

Jeongguk snatched his hand before he could draw away. “Do you really need them?”

“If you don’t want Yoongi and Hoseok to see me walk around naked in the morning, yes, I need them.”

His taunting statement eradicated his little smirk and brought a solemn expression on his traits instead. “Go take your clothes.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Taehyung sneered before he pecked his lips, and he received a spank on his plump ass when he spun around to head to his room.

He broke in giggles as he twisted his head to glance at him, and his grin widened a fraction more upon detecting Jeongguk’s adorable beam.

   
It didn’t take long for the two boys to meet in the younger’s room again, and both wearing only their boxers, they perched on the bed, lying on their sides, facing each other.

“You comfy?”

“Very,” Taehyung responded with a honeyed hum as he snuggled up to him, tangling his leg between his and lacing an arm around his waist.

“So apparently, Johan was caught a bunch of times with drugs on him, but he always got released without even spending a day in jail because of his father. And to make it worse for him, he was caught using sexual services from sex workers. That’s why he left from uni. And he didn’t transfer to another one. His father got him out of the country to avoid jail time.”

Jeongguk rucked his brows as his mind flooded with thoughts, and the stinging realization was quick to thunder down on him. “He was screwing around with sex workers while he was sleeping with me? Wow.”

His bitter, hurt tone tugged at Taehyung’s heart achingly, darkening his eyes with gloom. “I’m sorry, Kookie. You didn’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“I can’t believe I liked a piece of shit like him.”

“You couldn’t know, babe. He was putting on an act every day in front of you.”

“I know, I just feel so stupid.”

“Don’t,” Taehyung said in a soothing whisper as he offered tender caresses on his back. “You weren’t at fault in any way. He was the asshole, and he still is.”

The caramel-haired boy closed his eyes as he strung their foreheads together, firming up his grasp around him more. “I’m so fucking glad I met you, Tae. You really have no idea.”

“I’m glad I met you too.” Taehyung claimed his lips delicately, and they shared a trail of pecks before they withdrew.

“What else did your father find out?”

“About Johan, that’s it. But his father is just as awful, if not worse. He used to procure young girls for his wealthy friends years back when his business wasn’t doing well. I don’t know if Johan knows this because he was only three years old then and his father stopped when he was about ten because someone tipped the police off.

“They were living in Japan then, but when his father got caught, his mother took Johan and came to Korea. The police offered him a deal that theyʼd hide his name from the public and he’d get a reduced sentence if he gave them a list with his friends’ names who used his services. And he accepted it. He sold out all of his friends and got sentenced to only two years in prison.”

“Damn, you were so right when you said they’re involved in some messed-up shit.”

“I know, right? I’m sure Johan wouldn’t want to hurt his or his father’s reputation, so if anyone finds out about this, they’re screwed. And I hope he’ll keep his mouth shut because I really don’t want to use all this against him, no matter how awful he is.”

“Yeah, I hope he won’t push it that far.” Jeongguk's eyes fluttered closed by the burning sensation they held.

“Let me set the alarm clock first, baby,” the older said as he became aware of his half-sleeping state, and he slunk out of his hug briefly, chuckling at the muffled whines of protest that rang in his ears. He set the alarm at eight o'clock, and he couldn’t help the moue of stark discontent that swept over his face when he saw it would go off in just four hours. “Four hours of sleep is enough, right?”

“For an afternoon nap, yes,” Jeongguk mumbled as he enfolded him in his hug again, tracing cottony kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and his lips.

“It’s just one day. We’ll get through it,” he uttered, basking in his angelic, soul-soothing kisses.

“You’re right. Goodnight, baby,” Jeongguk said against his lips, attaching them once more.

“Goodnight, Kookie.” Swarmed with coziness and bliss, Taehyung brushed his hair back, letting his hand skim over his satin skin until it reached his waist and curled loosely around it. Then he gradually sank out of consciousness with the younger’s calming breaths being the most dulcet lullaby he had ever heard.

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That was a long chapter! I hope it didn't get too boring 😅

The next one will probably be long af too so it may take a bit longer to update. I started working again too and my free time is limited. Thank you for being patient, and have a great week 💜

Four more to go⏳