After another disappointing gathering with his family, and mostly his mother, belittling him with every chance they got, Taehyung went home. He told them to leave him in peace for a while with the excuse that he was extremely busy, and although his mother made another snide comment about his job being easy, she agreed.

 
It was late in the afternoon when he finally entered his house, and despite that he didn't work a lot that day, he felt utterly drained. Dealing with his family was more exhausting than working all day sometimes.

His phone that started ringing out of the blue made him jolt, and with a sigh, he fished it out of his pocket. "Hey, Joon."

"Hey, are you busy?"

"Not really. I just got home." He walked into the kitchen, wanting to make some tea to soothe his mind and nerves.

"You wanna hang out?"

"We have soju~" Hoseok singsonged a second later, causing him to chuckle.

"You wanna come here? I don't feel like driving. I'm too tense."

"Yeah, sure! Why, though, what happened?"

"My parents happened."

"Oh, say no more. We'll be there soon."

And as Namjoon said, about twenty-five minutes later, they were entering his house with a bag filled with soju. Taehyung gave up on his tea rather excitedly and chugged down a bottle of soju as he narrated yet another frustrating event with his parents.

"You know you shouldn't listen to their vicious words, Tae, and especially your mother's," Hoseok spoke in a soothing tone.

"I know, but it hurts. Why can't they be nice for once? Why can't they support me like they're supporting Soohyun hyung?"

"I don't know, really. But we love you and support you, Tae. I hope you know that." Namjoon offered him a warm smile.

"I love you too."

"So did anything else happened?" Hoseok took a sip of his soju, avoiding his gaze.

Taehyung found his tone rather quirky and narrowed his eyes on him. It was still silent as Hoseok peeked at him and then shot a glance at Namjoon. The lawyer looked back and forth at his two friends and inhaled deeply. "You know."

"What? What do we know? What happened?" Hoseok tittered as he fidgeted in his seat.

"You suck at lying, Hoseok," he said through gritted teeth, sinking further into his seat with a groan and throwing his head back.

"Yeah," Namjoon murmured as he darted him an accusing look. "Seokjin called a few hours ago. He said—"

"Obviously I know what he said." Taehyung's mumble silenced his remark. "I'm a horrible person. I screwed up."

"You're not, Tae," Namjoon said right away as he hated that he thought these things about himself. "Okay, yes, it was wrong because he's your client, but he won't be forever. No one will know about this other than us, anyway. It was a one-time thing, whatever, we all lose control sometimes. It's okay."

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes wandering anywhere but them.

"It was a one-time thing, right?" Hoseok questioned as he found his behavior rather strange. He noticed the bite of his lip intensifying and his brows clumping together in an unsure frown. "You want to have sex with him again?"

"I don't know!" Taehyung eventually cried out. "What is wrong with me, seriously? I feel so awful for breaking my policy, and here I am, thinking about what happened yesterday all day long. I told him we shouldn't let it happen again. I told him we won't hang out alone. I told him not to wait for my call. Why the hell the only thing I want to do right now is call him?"

Hoseok hesitated but found the courage to speak up. "You said it was just sex. That's what Seokjin said."

"And it was just that. Just sex. But it was unbelievably good sex, guys. I thought that giving in once will stop my fucking thoughts about him, but it only made it worse. What the fuck? I want to have sex with him again." He was on the verge of tears the moment he finished talking by the overwhelming feelings that blustered inside him.

Not knowing what to say, Hoseok scooted closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Whatever happens, you just have to be careful, okay? No one can know about this as Namjoon said."

"I know," Taehyung whispered. "But I think I'll get over it. If I just don't stay alone with him, everything will be fine, right?" He sighed at the silence that veiled them as he peered at their faltering expressions. "You don't think everything will be fine."

"It's just that you're fighting with yourself right now. Why do you choose to do that instead of doing whatever the hell you want for once?" Namjoon spat out, taking the other two by surprise. "I know it's wrong, you know it's wrong, everyone will think it's wrong. But as long as there aren't any feelings in the way to complicate things and you're careful, I don't see why you shouldn't do what you want for once."

"It just doesn't seem right."

"Not everything has to feel right in this life. And at the end of the day, it's not a crime. I'm just saying to think about what you want for a moment. When you chose law over your father's business, you felt so awful for years. You were ready to give up because of him countless times. You should do what you want without caring about what others will think of you, Tae."

"And we will always protect and support you, you know that. We want you to be happy. Whatever you choose to do, we will support you," Hoseok added smilingly.

"Thank you so much, guys." He muffled them into his hug, feeling so grateful for having them in his life. "But I think I'll be okay. I shouldn't fret over this too. I have my cases to deal with."

"True. Let's just don't think about it and drink!" Hoseok chirped as he raised his bottle, and they clinked them together.

"On another note, when will you go claim your man?" Taehyung threw a sly glance at Namjoon.

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"Obviously about Seokjin."

"We're just friends," the boy retorted and sipped his drink in sudden nervousness.

"Oh, come on! Don't be in denial. You like him. Everyone knows that," Hoseok said, cracking up with Taehyung afterwards.

"But does he like me?"

"I can't believe you even have to ask that. Of course he likes you! He's all over you every time we hang out!" said Taehyung.

"Maybe he's just friendly."

"Don't tell me you're actually scared of rejection." Taehyung gazed at him in disbelief.

"Of course I am! We're good friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"Trust me, he likes you. He's just waiting for you to make a move. Don't be afraid, Joon."

"We'll see."

And they drank and chatted some more, every worry fading away as they spent their time together. When it went after eleven, the two boys decided to go home to let Taehyung rest since he had to wake up early the next day.

Taehyung was sure that as long as he didn't stay alone with the younger boy, he would be able to contain himself. Although his friends' words helped him and changed his perspective about a few things, he settled on the thought that it was too complicated to let it happen again.

He at least had one very strong memory of him to hold on to, and it didn't seem like he would forget it anytime soon. Because as he hived in his bed — the same bed in which the younger yesterday fucked him so amazingly well — he felt his pants tighten.

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Every small detail about yesterday's events rushed into his mind one by one, and without realizing it, his hand shifted on its own, slipping into his boxers. He squeezed his erection firmly and let out a small groan before he lowered his pants and boxers to be more comfortable.

His eyes fluttered closed and the grip on his cock firmed up as he pumped it at a slow pace. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, spreading the precum all over the head, soft moans traveling through the room.

His mind was occupied by none other than Jeon Jeongguk, the boy who was responsible for his hard-on at that moment in the first place. Images of Jeongguk fucking him with his long fingers and devouring his cock ripped a string of stifled moans from his throat.

His pace quickened as he visualized Jeongguk kissing him hungrily, his hands groping every part of his body, and his hard length brushing against his. Then, the moment he slid down his cock popped up in his head, and he shoved two fingers into his mouth, muffling his loud moans as he sucked them with zeal.

Arriving at the sinful memory of Jeongguk slamming into him with his pretty, long fingers wrapped around his neck, he took his fingers out of his mouth with a desperate whine and buried them into his tight hole, ignoring the stinging pain.

He kept thrusting into his hand with steady pressure as he fucked himself, needy sounds spilling from his open mouth without end. His eyes remained shut as he imagined that it was Jeongguk's cock that abused his hole at that moment and not his own fingers.

As he comprehend his orgasm was approaching, he notched up his rhythm and glided a third finger inside him, not giving a damn about it being completely dry.

He cried out in pain and pleasure, and mixed with his immense longing to have the younger there to wreck him in the most beautiful way he knew, tears wetted his eyelashes and trickled down his skin when he came hard, chanting Jeongguk's name.

He stayed unmoving, fingers deep inside him, hand laced around his softening cock. He peeled his eyes open as he panted, staring at the ceiling in a daze. This could work. I can ease off my damn thoughts about him like this. Yeah, this can definitely work.
   
  

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Short filler (and sinful at last) chapter! Hope you enjoyed💜