The younger released him gently and then prepared their bath with Taehyung's bashful instructions. After the bathtub was filled with warm water and some soap with a floral scent, they stepped inside and sat across from each other.

It was ludicrously silent, both keeping their gaze away and focusing on anything but each other. Taehyung had once again surrendered to his improper desires and let him wreck him to the bone, exactly how he wanted it. The deluge of pleasure he experienced was so intense it brought tears in to eyes.

This had never happened to him before.

Was it because Jeongguk was so skillful and knew exactly what to do to make him go crazy or was it because it was just... Jeongguk? No, that can't be it. It's because he's good at what he does, Taehyung appeased himself and nodded imperceptibly at his thoughts.

His eyes traveled across from him, taking in Jeongguk's peaceful expression. His back and head rested against the bathtub, eyes closed, and knees bent, probably to give space to him to stretch his legs since he was in pain.

He wanted to say something — anything — but not a single word could leave his mouth. He wasn't sure about what he did wrong. He didn't think he did something wrong. But the silence between them was so taut it suffocated him. Wetting his dry lips and swallowing thickly, he kept his wary eyes on him. "Are you sleepy?"

Jeongguk didn't physically react to his question, but hummed as he uttered, "Only a little."

And another round of silence began just like that. Taehyung didn't know why it was so difficult to talk to him. They just had sex but talking to each other was suddenly too stressful? He couldn't handle it anymore. "Can we talk about what happened?"

A soft sigh floated in the air as the younger lifted his head and peeled his eyes open. "What happened?"

"You know, what you said when we were having sex."

"What did I say?"

"Are you... mocking me?" He frowned. He genuinely felt bad, and having Jeongguk mocking him was rather irritating.

"No, just trying to see if we're talking about the same thing," Jeongguk said, his eyes falling to the soapy water as he vaguely played with it.

"Oh. You asked me why I complain about you being nice. What I said before... It bothered you, right?"

"It did."

"Why? We just happened to have sex twice. We don't matter to each other—"

"Not that part," Jeongguk cut him off abruptly as he shot him a glare. "I'm not talking about that. Obviously we just had sex twice and it didn't mean anything. You know I don't do relationships, anyway," he explained in a stricter tone than he wanted as annoyance seared in his chest. "I'm talking about when you said not to treat you nicely. I never treat anyone nicely, Taehyung, not even my friends sometimes."

Taehyung waited for him to continue as he couldn't grasp his point — if he had one — but he didn't. "I don't... understand."

Jeongguk cocked a brow, giving him an idle look. "I never treat anyone nicely," he repeated firmer, hoping he would get it on his own, but his frown only deepened. "Taehyung, you're smart. Just think about it."

"But if you're not treating anyone nicely, why did you treat me nicely?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what the hell is the point?" Taehyung snapped at him, raising his voice out of frustration.

A moment of silence engulfed them as the younger clenched his teeth and released a nasal sigh. "The point is that I'm not treating anyone nicely, but I treated you nicely, and there's no reason behind it. It just came out to do it. And what did you do, hmm?"

Taehyung pondered over his words and pouted even harder once it hit him. "I-I yelled at you."

"Exactly. I can gladly treat you as I treat everyone else, and that's what I'll do from now on. I don't know why I even thought of treating you differently."

His shoulders sank with guilt as the painful realization of what he had done prickled his skin, his pulse creeping up, and his eyes burning with tears. "I'm—I'm s-sorry," he whispered as he dropped his head.

"Are you—Shit, are you crying?" Although Jeongguk just said he would treat him as he treated everyone else, he couldn't help the worry in his voice.

"I'm s-sorry." A few tears rolled down his cheeks. "I didn't t-think about it. I'm sorry for y-yelling at you when you o-only wanted to be n-nice."

"Can you stop crying? It's the third time in less than five hours." Jeongguk didn't know what to do about it, or more accurately, what Taehyung wanted him to do.

"I'm sorry, I know it's a-annoying. I usually don't cry s-so much."

"No, it's just... I don't know what to do," he trailed off, still looking at him with soft, concerned eyes. "Why are you crying? Was I too harsh?"

"No. I-I'm just so tired. And I feel b-bad for yelling at y-you."

"It's okay if you're tired, but don't cry for me. It's not worth it." Jeongguk observed his rosy nose and the teardrops that slid down his face. "Just, um, can I?" He inched closer in a silent request to sit beside him.

Taehyung only tossed him a fleeting glance and buried his chin into his chest, his hair messily falling over his eyes.

Even though Jeongguk didn't get an answer, he crept closer until he perched next to him. He ventured to place his hand on his head and pull it towards him, laying it on his shoulder like before. "Don't waste your tears for me. I probably won't even remember it tomorrow." The last part was a lie, but Taehyung didn't have to know that.

"You're not m-mad at me for yelling at you?"

"No, I'm not. It's already forgotten, so stop crying about it, okay?" he spoke in a soothing tone, caressing his head a couple of times without realizing it.

They settled in silence, and even after Taehyung's tears ceased, he didn't move away, nor asked the younger to do so. He told himself that he was just so tired and that was the only reason he didn't want to move. At least not yet.

Several minutes passed with Jeongguk mindlessly fiddling with his hair and Taehyung enjoying every minute of it. Even if Taehyung didn't want to admit it to himself, he was indeed enjoying every minute of it.

"You know." Jeongguk broke the silence with a delicate voice. "When you said you have a hyung kink, I wasn't expecting, you know, that."

Heaps of faint, gentle chuckles traveled through the room that brimmed the younger with a rather strange warmth. "You're unbelievable," Taehyung uttered.

"What?"

"I was literally crying like five minutes ago!"

"And now look, you're smiling." He turned his head to glimpse at him, only to realize that Taehyung was already staring at him with big soft eyes.

For a few seconds, time stood still as it did almost every time they peered into each other's eyes for some reason.

Taehyung flashed a tiny smile and lowered his gaze. "I don't know why I like calling you hyung, to be honest. You're even younger than me, so it doesn't make sense. It just... it turns me on. You don't look like you're younger than me. You have a very sturdy, hot body. You can carry me and throw me wherever with ease. You know what you're doing in sex." A frown of utter confusion clouded his features then. "Why the hell am I hard..." he drawled under his breath, surprised and frustrated with his piled-up hormones.

Jeongguk chortled in response, a grin bursting onto his face. "You're hard because you just thought about me?"

"Shut up! It's not funny." Taehyung pouted deeply as he couldn't understand why just thinking about him turned him on.

"I can help you with that, though."

"I'm too tired and my ass hurts too much." Taehyung met his gaze, lips still pursed into a pout and brows drawn together.

Jeongguk found his pouty face rather endearing, but he didn't like his downcast eyes. And so he brought both hands to his cheeks, squishing and spreading them on repeat. "Stop pouting."

Taehyung was astounded by his actions, but still, he couldn't rein back his light giggles. The warmth on his cheeks, though, vanished as fast as it appeared when Jeongguk whipped his hands away. It baffled him and made his smile falter, but he brushed it off. "Now I have foam on my face."

"You can make a beard. Look." Jeongguk gathered foam from the surface and placed it on his face, creating exactly what he said; a beard made out of foam. "See?" He beamed.

The older's face scrunched up with the blaze of laughter that tumbled out of him. "You look ridiculous, but it's funny."

"I don't look ridiculous. I'm hot no matter what I do." He sent him a mischievous wink, evoking more hearty chuckles from him.

"No comment," Taehyung said as his laugh quieted gradually, leaving a warm smile on his lips.

"You can just admit it. I know it already."

"I won't feed your conceit."

"But I already know you believe that too."

"Shut up," Taehyung scoffed as he nudged his shoulder.

Jeongguk let out a throaty chuckle as he turned on the faucet and rinsed the foam from his face. He then cupped his hands, filling them with water, and twisted to the older. "Close your eyes." Once he noticed that Taehyung followed his instructions, he poured the water over his face. He repeated the same actions twice and turned off the faucet.

Jeongguk gently wiped Taehyung's face so he could open his eyes, and the astonishment they contained once he did, tensed him up a drop. "It's not a big deal," he muttered and masked his tension with a half shrug. "You know, when I said I can help you when you got hard, I didn't mean to have sex again. I can just suck you off."

"Um, no." Taehyung forced out of his mind what just happened. "I'm not hard anymore."

"I can still suck you off, though," Jeongguk proposed, wiggling a suggestive brow at him.

The older snorted as he shook his head, but the temptation to tease him back took the best of him. "Does hyung want to suck off his pup?" he asked, voice thick with tantalization and a kittenish smile etched on his face.

"Mmm, don't do that. You'll make me hard," Jeongguk uttered as he climbed over him with slow-paced moves.

"I'm kidding. I really am tired. I just wanted to tease you. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for that. It's okay." Jeongguk passed his fingers through his hair, mesmerized by his captivating eyes and the proximity of their faces. His stomach lurched with something he couldn't define as his gaze flitted to his lips and lingered there for a short while. "Can I kiss you?"

"Um"—he tore his gaze away, awkward—"we won't have sex so..."

"I know, but can I?" Despite his efforts, Taehyung refused to look at him. He perceived his shoulders curled inwards and how stiff he became and slid off him with a titter. "Sorry, I don't know what got into to me. Just forget it."

Taehyung wanted to say that there was no reason to apologize or that it was okay, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he continued looking away as he sat up in the tub. "It's getting cold."

"Yeah. Should we shower and get out?" He received a timid nod. "You want me to help you stand up?"

"If it's not too much to ask."

Jeongguk allowed a tiny smile to break onto his face as he helped him. After draining the water, they showered in complete silence. The younger often let his eyes wander on his ravishing body, trying his best not to get caught staring. What he didn't know was that every time he looked away, Taehyung did the exact same thing.

 
Finished with the shower a while later, Jeongguk helped the boy get out of the tub and grabbed two towels from the cabinet as he told him to. A rumble infiltrated his ears as they dried their bodies, and he fixed his gaze on him. "Are you hungry?"

"Um, yeah, kind of. I've only eaten lunch."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Jeongguk sighed mildly. "Do you have something I can cook?"

"What? I won't make you cook this late. Let's just order something."

"Oh, then you can order something for you." He showed him a forced smile, something that mystified him.

"You must be hungry too."

"I don't have any money with me, so it's okay," he mumbled as he wrapped the towel around him and exited the bathroom.

"Yah!" Taehyung threw the towel over his damp hair and followed him in haste. Although it hurt to walk, it wasn't that bad after the warm, soothing bath. "What's that supposed to mean? You're in my house. I wouldn't let you pay, anyway."

"I don't want you to pay for me," he murmured as he picked out clean clothes from Taehyung's closet.

"But I really don't mind."

"No."

"You bought me a sandwich, remember?" Taehyung laid a hand on his shoulder that halted his movements. "Let me repay you for that then."

"You don't have to repay me."

"And I don't want you to sleep on an empty stomach, so just tell me what you want to eat."

Jeongguk heaved a sigh, grabbing comfy clothes and clean boxers. "Something cheap."

"Oh, come on!"

"And I'll pay you back."

"Yeah, like I'll let you do that," he scoffed as he took clean clothes as well. "I hope you like kimbap and bulgogi."

"That's expensive!" Jeongguk scowled at him, earning a chuckle in return.

"Just shut it."

And the younger did. He wore his clothes and dried out his hair with the towel as much as possible. "Thanks."

"It's not a big deal," he copied his words from before, and he reached for his phone to order. A dejected sigh seeped through his lips when he saw the time. "It's after one, and I have to wake up at six thirty."

"Can't you just skip a few hours of work?"

"I've never done that before."

"It wouldn't hurt if you went to work two hours later or something. And I'll make sure to leave before you wake up so I won't make my leaving from your house awkward, you know?"

Silence overcame Taehyung as he peeked at him, hesitant. "It's—It's okay. You can sleep as much as you like."

"Okay."

  
They settled in the living room with the TV on to ease the silence between them, and thankfully, it didn't take long for the food to arrive. Jeongguk thanked him once again, and they both started eating without sharing a single word.

Taehyung cleaned the table once they finished and went to his room to grab a blanket and a pillow for him. He received a muted 'thank you' when he passed the items to him, and stood there, aimlessly staring at the floor and fiddling with his hands.

It took Jeongguk a while to realize that he hadn't retreated to his room yet. "Is something wrong?"

"Is it, um, is it going to happen again?"

"What?"

"You know." He pointed between them, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh. Do you want it to happen again?"

"I—I don't know."

"Then I don't know either."

Taehyung lowered his head, his chest deflating with his quivery exhalation. He was unsure about why he asked that in the first place since he didn't even know what he wanted.

"Just go to sleep and don't strain your mind anymore," Jeongguk said. "You're already tired. We can do anything you want. You know that."

"You said that before, and when I wanted to stay away, you came here, and look what happened."

"And do you regret it?"

He dragged his eyes to him at the question. Had he really regretted it again? It was still wrong to have sex with him, Jeongguk was still seven years younger than him, and he was still his client. Why didn't he feel shame this time? Why didn't he feel awful and dirty? Why did he feel glee and satisfaction as he recalled their unholy actions? As much as he puzzled over it, he couldn't find an answer. "No, I don't," he whispered and receded to his room without waiting for a response.

A mellow smile crept over Jeongguk's lips as he flopped down on the couch and draped the blanket over his body. He doesn't regret it, he chanted in his head, eyes already closed and the smile still visible on his face until the very moment he fell asleep.
 
 

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The concept photo?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
(It doesn't let me upload it for some reason btw😔)