ALL HE could hear surrounding him was the low mumble of international hits on the car radio and the sound of tire against gravel. When Seokjin woke up, he was dressed in something better and was in the back of his family car. He sat up straight and stared at his driver confused. “Where . . .?” He croaked out, his voice rough and throat dry. The old driver looked at him through the rear view. “The Kims had requested another dinner with you, sir.” Seokjin sighed, but nodded and fall back on his seat with a hug.  So that’s it? His father is just going to send him off to there again? Taehyung couldn’t even stand his existence.

After a while, the car stopped at the gates of Taehyung’s house and he sighed, walking inside and being greeted by the long walk he had to take in order to get to the front door. He could feel the sting every time he took a step on the gravel paths from where his father had kicked him. Seokjin sighed again and pulled the flimsy material of his cardigan closer to him. When he arrived to the front door, he was panting and mentally cursing his driver for leaving him to walk from the gates instead of driving straight up to the front door.

Seokjin walked into the house after being greeted by the two guards that stood outside the door. He walked in to see Taehyung sitting on the living room with his butler beside him. Seokjin stood on the door awkwardly before knocking on the wall so they would know that he's here.

Taehyung looked up, stood up, rolled his eyes and said, “I knew they were planning something when they told me to be home early today.” He looked up at the ceiling, blowing away his bangs and Seokjin internally killed him for being so extra. He rolled his own eyes and just stood there, he was not up to play fight with Taehyung like some fucking kid would do.

“Sir, you’re required to take Mr. Kim Seokjin out tonight.” The butler announced, handing him a roll of paper before bowing and walking away. Seokjin watched this with parted lips and curiously stared at the younger male as he read whatever was written on the fancy paper but then shifted his gaze to the rest of the humongous house he hadn’t had a chance to admire the last time he was here. Seokjin was rich, but Taehyung was richer and if the money in their bank account wasn’t enough proof, their houses was. Taehyung lives like royalty and he have everything a rich kid had to have, while Seokjin on the other hand still lives off his father’s allowances, and at that moment he felt weak.

Seokjin sighed, shifting on the balls of his feet as he played with his hands. The feeling of overwhelming sadness had yet again weighed down on him and he felt somewhat powerless against it. He didn’t know what he was doing with his life, he was this close to stabbing himself on the chest just two hours ago for the sake of fuck. The brunette lifted his head up and took in a sharp intake of breath and watched Taehyung threw the paper onto the floor and stepped over it as he got his bag.

“I won’t be taking you out, but we can stay in my room until my parents come back.” Taehyung said as he strode towards the spiral staircase. And there it is again, Taehyung was being kind to him again and Seokjin couldn’t exactly pinpoint what the younger was trying to aim at. One minute he’d talk to Seokjin as if he’s the lowest of the low scum on earth that people walk over and spit on and another he acted as if Seokjin was someone equal to him. The older bit his lips but followed Taehyung up into his room because what other choice does he have?

Once he sets a foot into Taehyung’s room, the other had walked out to talk on the phone and Seokjin exhaled loudly before he fell back onto the black bed sheets Taehyung had. Seokjin blew the bangs away from his face, at least at Taehyung’s house he didn’t have to worry about being locked in the basement.

Taehyung came back inside the room after a few minutes, “I need your help.” He stood in front of the elder that was lying on his bed and Seokjin fluttered his eyes open and sat up while rubbing his eyes.

“What kind of help?” The older asked, looking up at Taehyung who had his arms folded and was staring at Seokjin with a pointed look. Seokjin shifted under his gaze. Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a huff. He really didn’t want to do this, but Sohyun was being a fucking bitch.

“Take off your shirt.”

Seokjin choked on his saliva, looking up at Taehyung in bewilderment as his cheeks flushed a pale pink at how Taehyung said it so casually.

“W-What?”

“I said take off your shirt.” Taehyung snapped impatiently, “I won’t do anything to you what the hell, I just need a picture –“

“Well, why do you?” Seokjin nearly yelled, hands immediately coming up to cover his chest. Taehyung rolled his eyes before taking out his phone and showing Seokjin the string of messages between himself and Sohyun. In the messages, he had mentioned marrying and Seokjin sometime this year and the elder’s face flushed unnaturally. “She needs proof that we’re marrying and taking an after sex slefie is exactly what you had in mind?” The brunette asked in disbelief and Taehyung shrugged, he stared at the phone again, "And you told her we're dating?" Taehyung nodded with a smirk.

“Come on, help me I’ll give you a deal.” Taehyung urged, closing his phone and tucking in back in his jean pocket and Seokjin watched his every move with wary eyes.

“What kind of deal?” He asked, sitting up.

“If you help me now, I’ll help you anytime, anywhere, anyhow when you need it.” Taehyung announced and Seokjin took his time to think for a while. His mind flew back to the time where his father nearly killed him and he had no one else to call for help, this could be his only chance. Seokjin took a deep breath before nodding and taking off his dark red T-shirt. Taehyung watched him as he did so, surprised at how early Seokjin gave in. The elder cowered away, feeling small under Taehyung’s lingering stares.

“Let’s just get this over with.” He mumbled covering his chest and the younger male nodded before grabbing his phone and taking off his own button up navy shirt. Seokjin watched the male in front of him and Seokjin quickly look away.

“Get under the covers.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened, staring at Taehyung in somewhat a surprised manner. “W-What? Why?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes before messing up his hair and jumping under the covers. “We’re taking an after sex photo – where else do you have sex, hyung?” Taehyung mumbled sarcastically with a fake smile plastered on his face and Seokjin nodded before slowly getting up and crawling under the covers. With both him and Taehyung under the covers, their thighs touching and the heat radiating Seokjin visibly tensed up, coughing awkwardly. The brunette opened is mouth to speak but Taehyung gripped his shoulders before ruffling the elder’s hair in a messy way and pinching his lips so it looked swollen. Seokjin winched, letting out painful whimpers. “T-Taehyung-ah! It hurts!” He whimpered, pushing the other way when he pressed too hardly on his lips. His lips throbbed and Seokjin groaned quietly. “Was that really necessary?!” Seokjin yelled, wincing when his lips throb.

Taehyung shrugged, “You better make this believable.” He muttered, pulling out his phone and opening the camera app. Seokjin closed his eyes and let out a sigh, maybe this might be a good time to use the Drama certificate he had received during high school to use. Taehyung wrapped an arm around him before pulling the elder closer, smiling at the camera and Seokjin actually blushed. He pulled the covers to his chest and smiled hazily at the camera doing his best to look convincing.

After a few more snaps, Taehyung held his phone out again and set the time before grabbing Seokjin’s cheeks and leaving a chaste kiss against the elder’s thick lips. Seokjin’s eyes widened just as the camera clicked and he pushed Taehyung away. “T-That wasn’t in the deal.” He muttered, wiping his lips and trying to calm his calming heartbeat whilst Taehyung just watched his every move.

Just that moment, the door to Taehyung’s room opened and revealed his parents. Their eyes widened when they saw the scene in front of them; Taehyung and Seokjin half-naked under the covers with messy hair and in their mind this could only mean one thing. Seokjin’s eyes widened and he hastily took the blanket to hide his chest with a blush while Taehyung stared at his parents wide eyed.

“Oh my. . .” Taehyung’s mom gasped, “I never thought you guys would get it on this fast.” She slightly laughed before pulling her shocked husband out. “You guys have fun!” She said and left before any of them had a chance to protest.

Seokjin’s mouth that was opened to tell Mrs. Kim that she was wrong snapped closed and he looked down with a heavy blush. “You have to tell her the truth.” He muttered to Taehyung and the other boy hummed, “I will. . .” He whispered and then smirked as he pinned the elder onto the bed. “But shall we continue to have fun?” He muttered and Seokjin flushed before pushing him away and quickly getting down from the bed to put on his discarded shirt.  Seokjin rolled his eyes and patted forward to the other side of the big room.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung laughed, watching as the elder sat on the carpeted floor with his knees to his chest. He sat up, picking up his shirt from the floor and looked at the picture he had took with him with a smirk, this will surely be convincing.

Seokjin looked up and pushed himself further into the wall which is impossible but one can always try. “Getting away for you, you lip rapist.” Seokjin muttered with a pout and folded his arms on his chest, looking away from Taehyung’s smirk.

The younger snickered, “I was just a kiss! Have you never been kissed. . .” Taehyung stopped himself from speaking any further. He stared at the older amused with a bigger smirk plastered on his lips. “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?” Taehyung taunted and Seokjin blushed deeper, turning to gaze to the floor and playing with his hands as he shook his head. “Well then you should be glad that I kissed your sorry ass. No one would ever.” Taehyung joked, getting up from the bed as he texted the pictures to Sohyun.

It was only a joke, but Taehyung instantly regretted it when soft sniffles travelled across the room and he turned to Seokjin. The older male was looking down at the carpeted floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world as small tears dropped to the floor. It was nothing, Taehyung didn’t even mean it and he wasn’t supposed to take it to the heart but he did and now he’s crying like some weak girl again. His father would’ve hated this.

Seokjin wiped his eyes, bringing his knees up his chest at the same time Taehyung kneeled in front of him and put one of his hands on Seokjin’s shoulders awkwardly. “Hey I was only joking.” Taehyung muttered with a soft frown plastered on his face as he rubbed the brunette’s broad shoulders with his thumb. Seokjin nodded weakly, still not looking up at the other male as he pulled the brunette into a hug. Taehyung didn’t know why he did what he did but it felt like the right thing to do and he was proved right when Seokjin wrapped his arms around his waist and started crying loudly into his chest, letting everything out of his system.