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“Can you not always sit like that?”
Jungkook’s pinched expressions and an incredibly disgusted face laced with that irritated voice has no effect on Taehyung as he spreads his legs even more and sits comfortably on the chair.
“Why? Feel like dropping on your knees for me?” Taehyung counters back with a shit eating grin on his lips.
This is an everyday thing. The throwing bricks at each other through the mouths. Because Jungkook and Taehyung cannot stand the sight of each other.
Whenever they are in the same room or even near each other in a 1 kilometer radius, all the insults to throw at each other grow automatically inside them.
There’s no particular reason why they hate each other. You know when you meet someone for the first time, and you don’t click so the dislike grows without even knowing each other properly? It’s kinda like that.
Jungkook was the last edition to their friend circle. Joined through Yoongi because they go way back.
The first interaction between them was awkward.
Taehyung in his natural flirtatious aura, radiating fuckboy energy while Jungkook is the shy, stranger who is already put off by him because why the fuck are you staring at me like that?
It started with that and evolved into bickering here and there.
And now they are, what they call ‘enemies’ who hate each other to the core.
“Why don’t you guys just fuck it out?”
Oh, have I told you that their friends are fed up with their bullshit?
Yoongi says it while throwing his head back and groaning. Beside him, his boyfriend Jimin rubs his palm over his thigh because he is a supportive boyfriend. But in reality, he’s getting angry.
“Excuse me what?!” Jungkook chokes on his words when he registers in his mind the words Yoongi just spoke. Bizarre and scandalous. Taehyung also throws a glare towards him.
Yoongi shrugs him off by waving his hand in the air, “I can literally cut the tension between you two with my bare hands.”
There’s no tension between them. Yoongi is bullshitting.
“Yeah right. As if I would ever touch him.” Taehyung snorts, sinking back on his chair. They are all seated at their university’s cafeteria. The regular hangout spot before class, or during lunch.
“You are no better, jerk.” Jin butts in. Clicking his tongue like he’s greatly unimpressed by what Taehyung just said. “Don’t think we don’t notice how you stare at his ass.” he adds.
Jungkook whips his head towards Taehyung. Death in his eyes as he fumes like he might explode, “You stare at my ass?”
Taehyung lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “Huh you don’t even have an ass.”
“Fuck you. That’s you. My ass is fatter than your ego.”
“Oh so you-”
Before Taehyung can finish, there’s a shout that sends shivers down the spine and everyone shuts up at once as Jimin slams his little fists on the table and stands up, “Everyone shut up! Can’t one day go without this stupid fucking arguing?! What are you? Five?”
Everyone immediately got back down minding their own business because it’s never really a good idea to anger Park Jimin.
Jungkook shuts his mouth up too but he doesn’t stop sending glares towards Taehyung.
“Baby, calm down.” Yoongi tries to say. His voice is soft as he’s keeping it low.
“Fuck you too.” Jimin snaps at him too. His pretty features twisting but it doesn’t phase Yoongi as he grins.
“I won’t be complaining.”
Everyone at the table groans and shakes their head for being subjected to their romance. Focusing back on sipping on their morning coffee instead.
Taehyung hasn’t moved a muscle since he shut up and hasn’t stopped glaring at Jungkook.
There’s no words spoken between them but Jungkook feels like a lot is being said to him. He doesn’t have any answers to them though.
So what he does, to avoid this frustrating situation, is get up and walk towards his classroom because he’s getting late for the class which will start in 20 minutes and it takes 5 minutes to walk there.
Turns out, Jungkook can’t focus in class.
No matter how much he tries to listen to what the professor is saying. His mind keeps wandering around to the most absurd thoughts of it all.
It would be a crime if he were to say it out loud but he just can’t stop thinking. Imagining. Daydreaming.
The sight of a manspreader Taehyung is vivid in Jungkook’s brain since he left the cafeteria this morning.
The loose slacks weren't much of a help. It hugged the hip perfectly, making the sight look like an eye sore. Jungkook thinks of how Taehyung’s hand looked like rubbing over his thighs.
He got big hands. Long, slender fingers that dragged smoothly over the fabric, straining it and gripping at one point.
Jungkook doesn’t know if it was purposeful or not. But it did leave an impact on his mind. So much so that he isn’t even listening to what is being taught in a very important class.
You see, this is not the first time a distraction like this happened. And it should sound like a surprise but it really isn’t.
Yoongi wasn’t entirely wrong when he said there’s a tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. Nor was it the entire truth about why they cannot stand each other.
There’s something else that happened. Something that they were not supposed to be a part of but no one knows what awaits them.
Jungkook hates it. He hates everything about what happened. So much so that he feels like tying his hair up andー
“Mr Jeon, explain the mechanism of enzyme action and factors influencing the rate of reaction.” His professor suddenly asks him and he instantly shakes out of his nonsensical thought.
But that’s no use because Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to class. “I- I don’t know, sir.” he mumbles.
“Of course you don’t. Cause you aren’t paying attention. Where is your focus?”
Jungkook is 100% sure if he said where his focus is, he will get expelled.
“I’m sorry sir.” he says instead, keeping it low.
“Pay attention.” the professor says and Jungkook gives him a curt nod and tries to actually focus on class this time.
He gets half of the lecture. Noting down the important points so that he doesn’t make a fool of himself if he’s asked questions again. He is a decent student with a praisably high CGPA. He doesn’t wanna make the professors think otherwise.
The class ends another 20 minutes later. He packs his stuff and hangs the backpack over his shoulder before he gets out.
And as soon as he steps out, the man that has been messing with his mind appears in front of him. Coming out of the class that’s opposite of his one.
Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows together and grips the handle of his bag hard as he storms towards Taehyung.
“You!” Jungkook shouts, a pen in his hand which he points right at Taehyung’s face. Dangerously close, might just poke his eyes out. “It’s all your fault!”
Taehyung has to take a moment to collect himself because Jungkook just appeared before him out of nowhere and pointing a fucking pen at his face. He frowns, confused at Jungkook’s words. “What?”
Jungkook frowns even more. His nostrils flaring and teeth gritting like he might turn into a ferocious animal, ready to jump at his prey and tear it apart. He breathes hard through his nose and shoves the pen even closer, “I hate you!”
Taehyung blinks once. Twice. This absolute unprovoked tantrum is making no sense to him. “What did I do?” he shouts back in frustration. Not giving a flying fuck if people around them are looking.
Jungkook takes his pen down. Shoving it in his pocket and making a fist as if he would very much like to punch that motherfucking gorgeous face.
He grunts instead. A derailed sound gets out of his mouth as he squeezes his eyes shut. Taehyung just stands there dumbfounded, watching Jungkook go through five stages of grief, for what possible reason he has no idea.
Jungkook lets out a sigh at last. Sounding defeated. “Nevermind. Go away!” he waves a dismissive hand at him.
But it’s Jungkook who’s walking away. Leaving a very confused Taehyung behind.
***
When Taehyung is back home in the evening, it’s cold. The weather is playing nowadays. It’s hot in the morning and then suddenly you are gritting your teeth because the wind is being a bitch. Winter is telling that I’m coming.
Taehyung also has his mind fucked up since the very confusing encounter he had with Jungkook after class. He tried to figure out what it was all about but nothing made sense.
But Jungkook stayed in his mind.
He kicks off the shoes at a corner and strips the jacket off of his shoulder to throw it away somewhere on the couch. His dorm ain’t that big. One room, one bathroom, a small living and a small kitchen. But it’s his safe place because he would actually hate if he had to share it with someone.
Stripping the last piece of cloth he had on, Taehyung walks towards the bathroom. The only help he took from his parents was to set up a water heater in his dorm because back then he wasn’t earning himself. But now he has a fine part time job that helps him pay his bills. He hopes he can pay off last year’s tuition fee himself.
Anyway, Taehyung doesn’t bother locking the door of the bathroom cause no one’s here and no one’s got the keys to his dorm. He can be naked whenever he wants, however he wants.
He turns on the shower head and stands underneath, letting the warm water soak his body.
And Jungkook comes back to his mind.
He likes teasing him. Likes the way those cheeks flushes and his ears go red and the angry face he makes. It’s pleasingly entertaining.
Taehyung also thinks about Jungkook looking flushed in another kind of way. Where his voice is hoarse and there’s sweat dripping down the long pretty hair he has which he may tie back up. His eyes won’t look angrily squeezed but teary.
And Taehyung smacks himself in the head because what the fuck is he thinking? Has he lost his mind? It’s Jungkook for fucks sake!
Jungkook who is so fucking beautiful when red. Who looks like an angel wearing that stupid fuzzy sweater. Who points his pen at his face for no fucking reasons and curses the shit out of him.
“Fuck Kim Taehyung stop yourself!” Taehyung tells himself. Turning off the shower. He is not enjoying the shower as much as he thought he would.
Cause he’s just proving Yoongi and Jin right.
So he snatches a towel and wraps it around his waist, doesn’t even bother drying himself properly and exits the bathroom.
***
Track day was hectic. Jungkook shouldn’t have eaten that much instant ramyeon before running miles on the track. But he didn’t know they were going to run! He thought they might just play a game of volleyball or something and he might just be a substitute player. Even though he’s a real sports junkie, he didn’t feel like playing that day.
But sike to him they all had to run. And which made him become extremely tired that felt nothing but to just go home and sleep the evening away.
To achieve that goal, he first had to change from his sweaty sportswear. He was literally drenched in sweat. It was dripping from the tip of his hair.
With a bottle of water in hand, Jungkook walked towards the locker room where they keep all their fresh clothes and also where the bathroom is.
Most of the students had already changed and left the area. So Jungkook found the place empty. He headed straight towards his locker and grabbed a pair of clean sweatshirt and sweatpants. And then he walked towards the bathroom.
He wasn’t ready. He would never be ready to witness what he witnessed that day.
He really thought he was alone there. The place being dead quiet.
He never thought he would encounter the person he hates the most being naked in front of him.
Jungkook took one step inside the bathroom when Taehyung came out of one of the stalls. He too looked like he took a shower but the thickhead forgot- or purposefully left the part where someone wraps a towel around themselves.
Jungkook got a view. A complete view which made his throat run dry and he became still like a rock there as Taehyung hurried to grab the towel he forgot to take inside and wrap it around himself.
Jungkook felt extremely dry all over his throat.
“What the fuck Jeon! Why don’t you knock!”
Jungkook didn’t reply right away. His mind was working overtime and everything was vivid. The water that dripped down Taehyung’s body and trailed in the middle down towards his-
“Fucking cover yourself before coming out of the bathroom!” Jungkook screamed. His cheeks flushing red and before Taehyung could reply anything, he ran away from there with a stupidly fast beating heart.
Yoongi wasn’t lying when he said there’s a tension between them. There is, there definitely is.
And the root of it got permanently settled that day after that incident.
***
The university’s library is emptier today than usual days. Jungkook is glad to have duty here on a day like this.
It’s a part of student activities. Having duties in libraries or laboratories. Libraries are more fun because there is less work. Duties in laboratories, assisting the lab manager is quite difficult. This gives him extra credit.
Jungkook walks around his side of the library. Collecting the left out books on the table and putting it on their respective shelves where they belong. He loves books but he doesn’t really get time to sit in the library to read. He has a tough major. Microbiology.
Jungkook finishes putting all the books on the shelves except one. For that he needs to go to another aisle. When he does, he nearly trips at the sight of Taehyung there.
“Jesus fucking christ! What the hell are you doing here!” Jungkook shouts.
Taehyung whips his head behind and puts a finger in his mouth in a shushing indication, “Shut up Jeon! This is a library! Why are you yelling!”
“Fuck you!” Jungkook points his finger at him but lowers his voice anyway. “I have duty here.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him and crosses his hands over his chest, “Me too.”
Jungkook mirrors his stance. His expression even more pinched, “How come you have duty here exactly when I have it?”
A snort leaves Taehyung’s nose and the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a crooked smile. He looks like a shit, “What are you implying, darling?”
Jungkook’s face twists in disgust immediately, “Ew don’t call me that.”
Taehyung chuckles sarcastically, “As if I would ever.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and unlocks his hands, waving it in front of Taehyug, “You are full of shit. Go away.”
“Did you forget already that I’m here on duty?”
“But all you are doing is talking shit though.”
“Because you are distracting me from work.”
It’s Jungkook’s turn to have a shit eating grin on his face, “oh. I’m distracting you?” he says with a smirk.
Taehyung keeps a straight face, “Go do your work, Jeon.”
But Jungkook doesn’t budge. His smirk growing wider as he pokes the tip of his tongue inside his bottom lip, the piercing hoop poking out, “This is my area. Go on the other side.”
Jungkook thought Taehyung would argue. But he doesn’t and actually leaves to go to the other side of the library.
Some time passes and Jungkook doesn’t see Taehyung around. He thinks maybe he’s gone. Because if he was here, he wouldn't let Jungkook live in peace.
So Jungkook decides to stroll around the bookshelves.
And Jungkook should have known Taehyung isn’t someone to go away so easily.
But he isn’t alone. Jungkook sees Taehyung has a guy trapped against one of the bookshelves. Leaning over him and flirting. Smiling like a fuckboy and not so subtly touching him, tucking his hair and all.
Jungkook feels irritated. He feels extremely irritated because it’s not the place.
He feels irritated to no end watching Taehyung flirt with that guy.
So much so that he doesn’t think of the consequences before pushing himself between them.
“The fuck, Jeon?” Taehyung says with an annoyed voice. Stepping back. His eyebrows pinching together.
“Sorry, I needed a book from here.” Jungkook says as he clears his throat. He scans over the shelf and picks out the first one that catches his eyes.
“The life of Buddha?” Taehyung amusedly says, “You need to read the life story of Buddha?”
“It’s for a presentation.” Jungkook tells him in a hushed voice.
Taehyung stares at him accusingly. “You study microbiology.” he states, making it show that he’s suspicious of him.
Jungkook opens his mouth a couple of times, forming his words in his head, “You don’t know how my study goes, shut up. And you can’t be here.”
Taehyung raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“Your duty is over.” Jungkook clarifies. Though Taehyung looks like he doesn’t believe Jungkook’s words.
“Does that mean I have to leave the library? Do you own it?” Taehyung snaps.
Jungkook rolls his eyes as he hugs the book, “I don’t. But maybe you are forgetting it’s the time for your class.”
Taehyung quickly takes out his mobile from his pocket to check the time. And he curses when he sees that it’s actually the time for an important class that he has to attend because finals are nearing.
None of them question how Jungkook knows his class schedule as Taehyung hurriedly takes his leave. Telling the guy to meet some other time. The guy awkwardly bids his goodbye and is about to leave too but Jungkook stops him.
“Stay away from him.” Jungkook whispers so it’s only them who could hear. Even though it’s empty around them.
The guy frowns, “Excuse me?”
Jungkook leans towards him a little as if he’s telling a secret, “He has really bad hygiene.” The guy widens his eyes at that but Jungkook beats him before he speaks, “Trust me, it’s all body spray and perfumes.”
The guy makes a face of pure disgust. And mutters something like ‘Umm okay, thanks’ before he goes away.
The most devilish smile takes over Jungkook’s face as he feels really proud of himself.
The strap of the camera hangs in the air as Taehyung focuses his lense around the campus. He has a project to submit at the end of the semester and he still hasn’t decided what theme he should go for.
But just bringing his camera to take a couple pictures motivates him, and might just give him ideas. So he has been sitting on a bench of the campus and taking pictures of whatever catches his eyes.
And what catches his eyes is Jungkook.
He stops momentarily. It doesn’t make sense but he keeps looking at Jungkook through the lens, without clicking the shutter or anything else.
He just looks.
Jungkook’s wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans. A contrasted plaid shirt thrown over the t-shirt. He’s looking like any other college kid around the campus.
But it still makes Taehyung’s hands pause and his eyes stop blinking.
Ideas keep swarming his head as he keeps looking at Jungkook. Ideas about how Jungkook could be his muse for his project..how he could dress him up and how well he could capture him through his lens. How perfectly he could make use of that face and those curves of his body.
Taehyung gulps when he realizes what he is thinking and right at that moment, Jungkook looks straight at the camera and their gazes meet through the lens.
When Jungkook realizes that the camera is pointed at him, he storms towards Taehyung.
It’s already too late to avert the camera to another direction because Jungkook’s already there, standing in front of him with his nostrils flaring and eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, “Hey Kim! Why were you taking my pics?”
Taehyung stares at him with disinterest, “I didn’t?” he says like he doesn’t acknowledge his presence at all.
Jungkook looks like he’s practically fuming, clenching his fist and all, “Yeah? Show me your camera then.” he demands.
“No.” Taehyung says without a beat. He actually didn’t take any pictures of him but the word just slipped through his mouth effortlessly. As if, Jungkook would catch on what he was thinking while he was looking at him through the camera.
The corners of Jungkook’s lips twitch upward, “Caught in the lie.”
Taehyung sneers, trying to take pictures of something behind Jungkook, “You appeared in front of my camera out of nowhere. Fuck you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Fine. I’m letting it go for this time.”
He doesn’t leave. He stands there watching Taehyung do things with his camera.
And then suddenly, he plops beside him, startling Taehyung. “What are you taking pics for?” he asks casually.
“Why do you care?” Taehyung snaps without even looking at him. It annoys Jungkook.
“Asshole, I’m trying to make a conversation here.” Jungkook says with a voice louder than normal.
“You don’t make conversation with me any other time.” Taehyung states like it’s an universal truth.
“That is not true.” Jungkook denies immediately. Crossing his arms over his chest.
“It is.”
“We are making a conversation now.”
“It’s called arguing.”
“A type of conversation.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook and sighs. Shaking his head as he runs his fingers through his hair, “You are insufferable.”
Jungkook scoffs, clearly smug at the feeling that he won the argument or something, “Tough shit. Now tell me what are you clicking pics for.”
Seeing no other options, Taehyung decides to answer, “Portfolio for the finals. I don’t even know what I am clicking. I’m just clicking.”
“I see,” Jungkook says, nodding his head as he stares at the screen of the camera to see random pictures of the campus, “Do you have any theme in mind?” he asks.
With slight hesitation, Taehyung nods, “I do..kinda.”
“But?” Jungkook asks right away as if he knows there’s more to it.
But Taehyung disappoints him, “But what?”
“I thought there was a but.”
“There’s no but.”
The conversation dies down there. Annoyed, Jungkook gets up to walk away.
“Okay fine, there’s a but.” Taehyung grunts, squinting his eyes to not look at the smirk Jungkook is definitely wearing on that shit eating face.
“I knew it,” He says and walks back to sit again, “What is it?” he asks again.
With a couple more sighs and grunts, Taehyung finally gives in, “I don’t have a muse.”
The words hit Jungkook like a truck as he stops speaking for the moment. Both of them.
It gets eerily awkward between them. Why are they being awkward about this?
“Oh- I” Jungkook starts speaking without looking at Taehyung, “I hope you find someone.” he says and then gets up, “I have class now so bye.” he says abruptly and walks away.
Taehyung hangs his head down as a long exaggerated sigh leaves his mouth. It sounds disappointed for some reason. But he shakes off the feeling for now.
He doesn’t raise his camera to take more pictures. He just stares at it in his hand.
And then he hears footsteps approaching him again.
When he looks up, it’s Jungkook.
“I am doing this just because you will owe me for it.” Jungkook says.
Taehyung is completely taken aback and utterly confused about what he is talking about. “Huh?”
Jungkook grunts, stomping his feet on the ground, “I’ll help you,” he says through gritted teeth. Taehyung can see the tips of his ears red, “I’ll be your muse.”
When the words register in his mind, Taehyung’s eyes blow wide and his mouth falls open, “Woah..Jeon..when did you become a good human being?”
The way Jungkook rolls his eyes looks like those will get stuck at the back of his head, “Shut up before I change my mind.” he says and turns on his heels again.
This time, Taehyung doesn’t look disappointed as his lips stretch in a wide smile behind him, “Thanks though.” he shouts after him.
“Good.” Jungkook says without looking back as he disappears from sight.
***
“So the party is at my house.” Jimin says, sipping on the soda. Everyone is here too, “My parents are going to hometown so they are leaving the house to me for the weekend so I won’t be at the dorm. This calls for a party.”
Namjoon snickers, “Last time a party was held at your house, someone got knocked up.” he says.
“Oh my god I remember!” Jin joins him, shaking his head like he’s used to hearing news like this, “Kids are so dumb these days.”
“Hey! Be thankful that it wasn’t any of us who got anyone pregnant. We are gays, we can’t get anyone pregnant. It’s a win for us gays. I don’t give two fucks to non gays.” Jimin babbles like he’s drunk but actually he’s not.
“Wow, that’s a lot of ‘gays’ I heard in a sentence and I ain’t complaining.” Yoongi supports his boyfriend’s rambling with his whole heart.
“What if someone gets knocked out this time too?” Hoseok says from the side.
“We’ll name Jimin’s house ‘The Knockout’.” Jungkook says and everyone bursts into laughter.
Taehyung is there too. Sitting opposite of Jungkook.
It’s probably the first time both of them are in the same vicinity and none of them started an argument in the middle of everyone. It’s shocking. It’s astonishing.
But it’s somehow good.
“No but- who the fuck throws parties before finals? Oh Jimin does.” Taehyung joins the conversation. Pointing his drink towards Jimin.
“Babe, It’s for the stress okay? People need to lose some nerves before the big day.” Jimin tells him.
“One hell of a way to lessen stress.” Taehyung says, sinking back on his chair as he takes a sip.
“So we are meeting at Jimin’s at 7?” Jungkook asks. Looking at everyone.
“I’ll be late cause I have a work shift.” Namjoon says with a grunt.
“Ugh that asshole making you work extra hours again?” Jin asks him.
“I need the money.” Namjoon tells him but he looks exhausted already.
“I can be your sugar daddy, Joonie.” Hoseok says with the biggest smug on his face. Besides him Jin almost gags but Namjoon smiles at him.
“How sweet of you.”
Jimin claps to grab everyone’s attention, “Okay Joonie, you are excused. The rest of you, be there on time. We’ll have a par-tayyyyy” he shouts at the top of his lungs, raising his drink and all.
“At the knockout house.” Jin joins the toast and everyone laughs again as they do the same.
Parties at Jimin’s is always loud and noisy. It’s actually better than parties at the club. People are doing what they wanna do.
Like, some people are dancing to the music, some are by the pool playing games. Some are making out at the corners.
A typical college party.
Jungkook finds his friends a moment later and joins them in the living room.
“Aye there’s my Kookie” Jin yells right when his eyes land on him and he throws his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder to pull him close.
“Ughh can you not call me that?” Jungkook says as he snatches the glass of alcohol from Jin’s hand and gulps down all of it at one take. The burning sensation goes down his throat as he squints his eyes to let it settle.
“It’s a cute name?” Hoseok defends Jin right away.
“No.” Jungkook says firmly.
“So you think you are not cute?” Yoongi snickers. Staring at Jungkook from above the glass he’s holding close to his lips.
“I didn’t say that!” Jungkook whines.
“Do you want a macho man type of nickname?” Jin asks him and Jungkook shoves him away.
“I hate yall.”
They all keep teasing Jungkook when Taehyung arrives. Hands full of drinks which he passes to Jimin and Hoseok and keeps one for himself.
His eyes land on Jungkook then, “Oh Jeon, you are here.” he says, eyeing him from head to toe.
“Why wouldn’t I be? Or did you miss me that I wasn’t here earlier?” Jungkook snaps at him.
“You got one hell of a mouth. Does it do any real job?” Taehyung tells him.
Jungkook goes red.
He actually goes red as he feels his cheeks getting hotter and his ears burn. Thankfully the lights are dim and they won’t be able to see him all flushed. He can just say it’s because of the alcohol.
“Jeez Tae you nasty,” Jin tsks and makes a face of pure disgust. Hoseok smirks at that.
“What? I wasn’t talking about anything dirty.” Taehyung says in the most innocent face he could ever pull. Jungkook is physically unable to not roll his eyes at that.
“If you expect us to believe you then don’t even try.” Hoseok says.
“Whatever broski, I’m going to dance.” Taehyung dismisses them with a wave of his hand and disappears from their sight.
Jungkook also discards the whole existence of Taehyung from his mind for the time being and starts enjoying the party.
At some point while drinking, and talking to his friends, he decides to hit the dance floor too. He knows Taehyung is there somewhere. His eyes effortlessly find him as he moves his body along with the rhythm of the music.
An electrifying sensation courses through his body as he watches Taehyung dance.
His body rolls like sin. His hips sway along with the music as if he’s trying to seduce the air. The way he brushes his fingers through his messy hair and bites his lips sends inappropriate thoughts in Jungkook’s mind.
He looks sinful.
Jungkook is so concentrated in looking at Taehyung from afar that he doesn’t even acknowledge the hands on his own body, asking for his attention. He simply slides away from any kind of human contact. He’s only focused on Taehyung.
And then suddenly, his little bubble of fantasy popped when he sees that one guy from the library Taehyung was flirting with.
All the hair in his body starts to give him goosebumps when he sees Taehyung is approaching that guy again.
This can’t be good for him. This is not good for him at all.
His feet move automatically as he sneaks from the place, out of everyone’s sight. Out of Taehyung’s sight.
What he doesn’t see is that Taehyung noticed him going upstairs.
***
Even though he left his company, Taehyung has been watching Jungkook from afar. He came looking particularly exceptional today. Black leather jacket matched with black high waisted pants which hugs the curves of his body perfectly.
His beautifully long hair is tied up in a messy bun. Some of his bangs fall on the side of his forehead, complementing the features of his sharp face.
The way he gulps down a whole glass of whiskey or takes a shot of vodka screams for Taehyung to just look.
He would never say it out loud but it arouses him. Everything about Jungkook arouses him. Just being around him messes with his system which is just becoming frustrating with each passing day.
Taehyung has been trying to fuck out this frustration for so long. He would go for any possible hook ups. He has been trying. He was trying that day at the library too. Only if Jungkook didn’t interfere out of nowhere, he would have gotten himself a hot piece of ass for the night.
But fortunately, he’s invited to the party too. Taehyung noticed him as soon as he came to the party and was just waiting for the perfect time to approach him.
Which he finds on the floor.
Mingyu wasn’t alone when he was dancing but it doesn’t stop Taehyung from shooting his shot.
“Hey there, long time no see.” Taehyung says with his flirty, deep voice. He slides an arm around Mingyu’s waist to turn him around.
Mingyu flinches for only a second before he realizes who’s this. “Oh, Taehyung. Hi.”
Taehyung smiles, “didn’t you miss me? You haven’t looked for me since the last time we talked.” he says, getting closer and closer which makes Mingyu put his hands over Taehyung’s shoulder to match his lead.
“Mhmm, I thought you didn’t need me.” Mingyu says, sliding his hand up and down his biceps.
“What made you think that?” Taehyung asks with a raised eyebrow.
Mingyu nudges his head behind Taehyung, “Someone doesn’t want you to get laid I guess.”
Taehyung looks utterly confused. So he asks what is going on and Mingyu ends up telling him what happened at the library that day. About what Jungkook said and how stupid he sounded.
Taehyung gets super annoyed.
Why would Jungkook say something like that? At first he thought Mingyu was lying. But then his eyes fall on Jungkook who looks so alarmed that it gives away that he did bad mouth about him to Mingyu.
It makes Taehyung go furious as he watches Jungkook run upstairs.
“I need to go,” Taehyung tells Mingyu and excuses himself as he runs upstairs too.
The party is only downstairs so the upstairs is completely empty. There’s no sign of anyone. No Jungkook in sight.
Taehyung still looks. He looks until he sees the door to Jimin’s bedroom open and he enters it.
It’s still empty. But there’s someone inside as Taehyung sees the light of the bathroom.
Without thinking twice, Taehyung bursts inside the bathroom, startling Jungkook who was inside.
“What the fuck! Don’t you have any common sense?!” Jungkook shouts at him when their eyes meet. Taehyung is clenching his jaws as he looks at Jungkook with fire in his eyes.
“You! What did you say to him about me?” Taehyung snaps back at him.
“Who?” Jungkook asks, looking confused.
“Don’t act like a lamb caught in the trap,” Taehyung sneers, irritated to the core, “You know exactly who I am talking about.”
“I don’t know anything.” Jungkook says with his stern voice.
The air around them turns thick and unbearable. Both of them starting to breathe faster than normal. Sweat building slowly over the forehead as they hold each other’s gaze. None of them ready to give in.
“I don’t give two fucks if you hate me,” Taehyung says after a moment as he takes a step forward at the same time Jungkook takes a step backwards, “But why are you bad mouthing about me to other people? Are you that low of a person?”
It isn’t something that Taehyung would react to if someone else did. He could just take it as a prank. But he and Jungkook don't have that kind of relationship. They don’t prank each other for fun. They don’t meddle in each other’s business. So it’s messing up Taehyung’s brain.
“Taehyung, stay in your lane.” Jungkook slowly speaks.
“You aren’t staying in your lane. Look me straight in the eye and tell me you didn’t tell Mingyu to not be around me? To stay away from me?” Taehyung spews words like daggers being thrown at Jungkook. The distance between them slowly decreasing.
“I-” Jungkook stutters but Taehyung doesn’t let him finish.
“And you ran away earlier when you saw me with Mingyu and feared I'd know everything.”
“That’s not what it is.”
They are subconsciously aware of the proximity between them. Jungkook has no space to step back as his back is flushed against the bathroom wall. If Taehyung takes one step closer, they’ll be pressed together.
They can feel each other’s harsh breaths from this distance. It’s getting hot in here from how fast and hard their chests are rising and falling from each intake of air and letting it out.
“Then what is it?” Taehyung asks. His voice drops dangerously low which sends shivers down his spine.
“I can’t tell you.” Jungkook says as he looks down. Not daring to look at his eyes anymore.
“I am not joking, Jungkook. I’m not in the mood.” Taehyung says.
“What? What the fuck do you want me to say?” Jungkook snaps suddenly. Taehyung sees how flushed his cheeks became as he looks at him.
It’s dangerous.
“The truth.” Taehyung whispers. It’s extremely dangerous.
Their eyes bore into each other as Jungkook inhales sharply, filling his lungs with as much air as possible. The words get stuck in his throat for just a moment before he lets it out with a harsh snap.
“Because I don’t want you to see you with anyone else but me!”
They lock eyes only for a fraction of a second before Taehyung closes the distance between them and presses into him.
A groan slips out of Jungkook’s mouth as well as Taehyung’s as they both close their eyes shut and let out a sigh. Nothing in the action tells Taehyung to back away.
All they were doing was arguing but it beats them both when they feel how hard they are.
Was they always this obvious about the sexual tension between them that this turned them on and now they are grinding against each other in Jimin’s bathroom?
“Say that again,” Taehyung whispers in his ear as he rolls his hips slowly against Jungkook’s cock, creating as much friction as possible. All while nosing at his neck, inhaling his cologne.
“It frustrates me thinking of you in bed with someone else.” Jungkook breaths out. Tilting his head to the side as if his body is under a spell and automatically doing whatever he’s being commanded to.
“Fuck-” Taehyung curses and sinks his mouth in his skin.
“Ah” Jungkook lets out a soft moan when Taehyung sucks in his skin and nibbles on it. His teeth scraping against the surface and his tongue swipes on after he bites gently. Jungkook feels melting as his knees start to tremble.
Taehyung has one of his hands around his throat and the other on his hips as he keeps grinding onto him.
Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Hesitantly, he places them on Taehyung’s hips. Guiding him, grinding back against him. It feels so good.
Taehyung sucks bruises after bruises all over his neck like he can’t have enough. The way Jungkook’s body is reacting to his touch is driving him crazy. His cock is throbbing under the confinement of his boxers.
“Jungkook,“ Taehyung mumbles, scraping words over his throat as Jungkook throws his head back to give him more access, “Fuck! Let me touch you” He groans.
It’s all mush in Jungkook’s head he nods his head furiously, “Touch me. I want you to touch me.” he pants.
After getting the green light, nothing can stop him anymore as Taehyung fumbles with the buttons and zippers with both of their pants. And then he places one hand over Jungkook’s chest, brushing it over the clothed nipples that’s hard.
Jungkook lets out a choked moan when Taehyung twists the nipple between his thumb and index and tugs at it. His mouth fall open and his eyes closed shut.
And then Taehyung reaches down.
Jungkook looks as Taehyung takes both of their cocks out in the open.
Fuck.
Jungkook is seeing Kim Taehyng’s cock. Again.
And Kim Taehyung is holding his.
Fuck.
“Oh god!~ Fuck!” Jungkook moans and throws his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders when he takes both of their cocks in his hand and starts stroking it hard and fast. Squeezing at the base and tip, he digs his thumb there making Jungkook squirm in his arms.
Jungkook’s a goner. It’s hard to hold back moans. The bathroom walls seem to be echoing every harsh breath he takes. Burying it all in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. His whole body is on fire.
“Fuck, I’ll go crazy.” Taehyung grunts as he dives in Jungkook’s neck once again. Kissing every available surface possible. He tugs down the neckline of the tshirt Jungkook’s wearing underneath the jacket to reveal his collarbones. Leaving marks on places that will be visible to everyone. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he doesn’t complain.
Jungkook’s too far gone to care about that. Taehyung’s long, big hand feels so good around him. The way his cock slides against Taehyung’s makes him feel hot. The touch itself feels hot. He is having a tough time holding himself back from moaning so loud as he wants to.
“I’m close,” Jungkook breathes out, digging his nail on his back. He kisses under Taehyung’s ear, satisfied when Taehyung bares his neck to give him more access.
“Hold on a bit, just a little longer.” Taehyung says.
It’s getting impossible to hold back anymore. It feels so good that Jungkook never felt it before. It feels so different from when he jerks off alone. It feels way different from all the experiences he had before.
“Taehyung, Tae- I’m gonna come- please,” Jungkook whines, his cock is throbbing and leaking so bad. The pit of his stomach feels like it’s on fire.
“Come with me, let go.” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook comes with a shudder in Taehyung’s hand. As well as Taehyung himself.
His whole body falls slack and numb, it’s trembling slightly but he feels good. So good. His mind is fuzzy, as if he’s floating on the cloud and his whole body is drowned under cotton.
Taehyung tries to calm him down by slowly kissing his neck and jaw. He grabs some tissues from the shelves to clean themselves up.
Jungkook just stands there Taehyung does all the work. Cleaning, zipping up his pants, fixing his hair.
They don’t say anything.
It’s funny.
How Jungkook is the one who ended up being knocked up after laughing about it just a few hours ago.
“Fuck! Fuck Fuck! What have I done!”
Screams. Jungkook wakes up screaming his lungs out the next morning he does something like that.
It’s not even like he can blame it on the alcohol because he was sober as fuck and everything he did, he did because of sheer lust that engulfed him whole.
He fucked up big time.
He runs his fingers through his hair and pulls them hard enough to pluck some of them out because of his stupidity.
“Why the fuck did I do that! Am I stupid or what!” He mumbles to himself, staggering towards the bathroom.
He takes off his shirt first and then his shorts before he turns on the shower to get a quick shower before he goes to class.
But then another scandalous thing catches his eyes.
“That crazy bastard!”
Jungkook screams out once again when he sees his reflection in the mirror and it’s a whole exhibition of hickeys all over his neck and collarbones.
He touches them gently. The skin feels sore but… but when he touches them with his fingertips, the core of his stomach starts to get hot as the memories of last night flash before his eyes.
Taehyung acted like a real gentleman after he jerked him off and didn’t utter a single word about the argument they had just before that.
He even offered to drop Jungkook off but Jungkook was too embarrassed to say yes so Taehyung didn’t push it.
Nothing made sense and yet it did.
Jungkook still feels so embarrassed about the whole situation.
“I can’t believe I’ll have to use makeup for this!”
It’s obvious the way Jungkook is ignoring Taehyung.
Before class, when they were all gathered in their usual spot in the cafeteria, Jungkook got up as soon as Taehyung appeared and stormed out of there.
After that, he crossed paths with him several times during the day because their classes are at the same building sometimes but whenever Jungkook saw Taehyung coming, he turned on his heels and took the long way.
It irritates Taehyung.
He thought the air between them finally got bearable after they blew off some steam but it seems the total opposite. Well, that’s a reason why they barely get along and are always arguing.
But Taehyung doesn’t want things to go like this. They should talk. It wasn’t the best circumstances to talk last night which is fine as he thought he would the next day.
But if Jungkook ignores him like this, things will get hard.
So Taehyung waits for the right moment.
Which comes pretty easily as the library is almost empty and Taehyung finds him on duty.
Jungkook is placing some books back on the shelf. He didn’t see Taehyung coming to him so he yelps when Taehyung grabs him by the arm suddenly and to the farthest corner where it’s kinda hidden and traps him between his arms.
“K-Kim! What the fuck?” Jungkook says when he registers the appearance of Taehyung in front of him.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyung says through gritted teeth, staring intently at Jungkook.
“Why? You asking me why?” Jungkook snaps back as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. He doesn’t get why Taehyung is the one being annoyed, “We shouldn’t have done that last night!”
Jungkook isn’t hallucinating when he sees that flash of disappointment on Taehyung’s face just for a moment. But it doesn’t make sense.
“Well, it happened and you know things like that happen again.” Taehyung says then, completely taking Jungkook off guard.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, he’s aware of the tiny space between them. It feels like last night again.
“I’m going to let my guard down for the first time even though you’ve been an asshole to me since morning.” Taehyung says, clenching his fists, he holds the gaze still, “I liked it.”
“What?” Jungkook blurts out.
“I liked it so much that I can’t stop thinking about it.” Taehyung mutters near his ears. It sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. “I touched myself this morning thinking it was you who was touching me.”
An audible gasp leaves Jungkook’s mouth as he squeezes his eyes close, “Shut up,” he breathes out. Not looking at Taehyung anymore.
“You admitted that you are attracted to me. You can’t deny it now.” Taehyung says.
“I’m not denying it. I have physical attraction towards you but that’s that. We can’t do this. We don’t even like each other.” Jungkook tells him and it’s true.
“I’m not telling you to like me. It doesn’t matter.” Taehyung whispers.
“What do you want Taehyung? I’m not gonna do things like that again like I did with Mingyu so you can just-”
“But I don’t feel like being with anyone else after yesterday.”
Jungkook stares at Taehyung blankly. The words register in his brain and set off a storm that could destroy him whole. “Taehyung…”
“The rules are already broken. We can’t do anything about that. But I still have this offer.” Taehyung says pulling away, “An arrangement of no strings attached.”
“You are crazy.” Jungkook shakes his head right away.
“You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. What is so crazy about it?”
“You do know how ridiculous you sound right?” Jungkook says as he crosses his arms over his chest, “I hate you, you annoy me.”
“Yeah but you don’t hate my cock.”
The curses that Jungkook throws at Taehyung’s way sounds all jumbled up letters as he pushes through him and starts walking away, fuming from head to toe.
“If you agree to my offer, meet me at the locker room at 5. I’ll wait till 5:30. If you don’t come, I'll get that it was a one time thing.” Taehyung speaks after him but Jungkook doesn’t look back as he leaves.
When Jungkook is back at his counter, the words come crashing to him.
Taehyung is right. He’s obsessed with body. And it’s even more now as they’ve done that.
But is it worth fucking up everything else just because of the physical attraction?
Jungkook really doesn’t know.
***
Taehyung has been pacing around in the locker room for the last 10 minutes. Yes he arrived early because he was being restless.
There’s no one around here today and the area is almost empty at this hour so it’s good.
But it won’t be if Jungkook doesn’t show up.
He takes out his phone from his pocket to check the time and it reads 5:03pm on the dot.
He takes a deep inhale.
He’s like, 90% sure Jungkook will show up, he’s sure he convinced him. He had his doubts that Jungkook might be attracted to him but after yesterday, he confirmed it and now he can’t back off. He’s been holding himself back for so long because they don’t get along, been forcing themselves just because they are in the same friend group. Even after that accident in this very locker room, Taehyung held himself back from jumping on him.
It’s all very physical. But he didn’t know Jungkook had the same feeling. He doesn’t know since when Jungkook’s been feeling like that but he doesn’t really care as long as Jungkook comes today. It would mean he wants this too. Even if they don’t like each other, they can help each other's needs. They’ll both be gaining something after all.
But that 10%...that 10% is bothering him.
What if he doesn’t come and regrets it all?
Taehyung would be disappointed because he didn’t really get to have him like he wanted to. It would be just that.
Before any other thoughts could cloud his mind, he hears the doors creak open.
The shittiest smirk paints over his face as soon as he sees Jungkook stepping in and closing the doors behind.
“So you couldn’t ignore Taehyung Kim jr huh?”
Jungkook trips and starts choking right away. Sending daggers through his eyes as he stomps towards Taehyung with a clenched face, “That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said.”
“I’m joking,” Taehyung shrugs, already reaching out to grab him but Jungkook keeps the distance for now so he retreats.
“You are bad at it.” Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, I’m not bad at other things I can assure you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Shut up. Before you start spewing more shit, I have some ground rules. If you agree, then I agree to this arrangement.”
Taehyung wasn’t expecting Jungkook to be this straightforward about this but it interests him even more. He imitates his stance and tilts his head, “Go ahead.”
“Our friends cannot know about this. Not even the slightest hint.” Jungkook says, pointing his fingers as if he’s indicating the situation. Each word is pronounced with utmost emphasis.
“Done,” Taehyung says with another shrug, “But I don’t know if you’ll be able to control yourself considering how you start to drool every time I manspread-” he says with that shit eating grin on his face.
Jungkook snorts, “Your ego is as big as your-” he starts to say but stops mid sentence, peaking Taehyung’s curiosity.
“As my?” Taehyung repeats after him to continue.
“Nothing.”
“ Colossal Cock?”
The way Jungkook snorts this time with his shoulders shaking and all tells Taehyung that he went a little too far. Which he did as Jungkook waves a dismissal hand at him, “Fuck this. I’m going away. Fuck this arrangement.” he says and turns on his heel.
But before he can take a step, Taehyung grabs him by the arm and yanks him back with full force that makes Jungkook lose his balance and he ends up being pinned against the locker door.
“It’s too late for that,” Taehyung says in a low voice, pressing into him, “I’m already yearning for you.”
Jungkook doesn’t try to free his hands, “You and your Kim jr is such a loser.”
“You are blaming me? You’re not better, Jeon.” Taehyung says as he pushes his knee between his legs and makes him yelp from the sudden movement.
“Plenty better than you. I don’t go look for hookups every other night cause I can’t keep my cock in my pants for more than 2 days.” Jungkook mocks him. His breath has started to become heavier.
“You just made me a better man now, then,” Taehyung slowly grinds onto him. He grabs both of Jungkook’s wrists above his head and slides the other one underneath his shirt. The skin to skin contact has Jungkook’s body shudder because Taehyung’s hands are cold on his warm skin. “Now I won’t go looking for asses to fuck every other night. Take this as my side of the ground rule, no fucking others while we are at it.”
Jungkook throws his head back when Taehyung comes closer to his neck and nuzzles there. He’s holding himself back from letting out any noise so Taehyung pulls back to look at him. When he does, Jungkook says, “I don’t want others.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung mutters. His hand fumbling with the buttons of Jungkook’s pants.
“For as long as the colossal cock has the stamina.”
Taehyung snorts, his head falling on Jungkook’s shoulder as he laughs, “God you have such a foul mouth.”
“Pot calling kettle black.”
“Shut up.”
Taehyung starts peppering kisses over his jaw then and Jungkook shivers for a moment.
“I have one more rule to add,” he says.
It makes Taehyung grunt in annoyance, “Ughh can you just end with these stupid rules? I'm aching!”
Jungkook gulps before he speaks, “No kiss on the mouth.”
Taehyung pauses for a moment as he pulls back to look him in the eye. “I wouldn’t have done it even if you didn’t say it.”
The twitch in Jungkook’s eyes and lips is very short lived but he does. “You won’t kiss me?” he ends up asking the silly question.
“The conversation ends here.” Taehyung tells him and opens his mouth on the expanse of his neck and sucks in a patch of skin inside his mouth along with tugging open his zipper.
“Ahh” Jungkook lets out a soft moan. His lips feel good on his skin. It feels even better with his palm stroking over his clothed cock.
Taehyung lets go of his hands to place it on his chest instead. The nipples are hard and all perked up over the shirt he’s wearing. Making it so easy for him to twist them.
The desire to touch Taehyung too grows inside Jungkook’s mind.
“Can I-” he starts saying but the words fade away in the air.
“Mhmm? Can you what?” Taehyung asks, he slides his hand underneath Jungkook’s boxers to take cock in his hand. It’s hard as a rock already. He wants the pants off.
“It’s- embarrassing.” Jungkook mumbles, fire coming out of his ears at the thought.
“Jungkook, this arrangement becomes meaningless if we don’t tell each other what we want and what not.” Taehyung turns all serious which makes him even more embarrassed. He even stopped touching him and it frustrates him a lot. So Jungkook decides to fuck the shyness.
“I want you in my mouth.” Jungkook tells him. Looking him straight in the eyes.
The words shoot straight into his dick as it starts throbbing in his pants and Taehyung moans right next to Jungkook’s ears. “Fuck,” he says, panting hard, “Okay.”
Jungkook feels his heart pounding in his ribcage when Taehyung grabs his shoulders to slowly push him down. As if he’s under a spell, his knees bend and he falls on the ground easily.
“Go on.” Taehyung encourages him once again and Jungkook doesn’t really need it.
He has been wanting this for so long already he would do it in his sleep.
His hands tremble slightly as he unbuttons the pants and tugs down the zipper slowly.
Jungkook looks up to see Taehyung looking at him back, biting his lips like he’s waiting impatiently. It drives him crazy.
Holding the waistband of the pants and the boxers, he tugs them both down at once, and Taehyung’s cock springs out right in front of his face with all its glory.
At first, he just looks.
He takes it in with his eyes as much as he wants because…
He knows it was said as a joke but he knew where the confidence came from to make a joke like that.
He’s a whole package.
There’s only been two incidents when he got the chance to see it before but never did he get the chance to devour it. From every possible way.
And it’s unbelievable that he’s about to do it now.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung says in an annoyed voice. The frustration is clear in it. It makes Jungkook want to keep him waiting a bit more. See if he starts begging.
“Would it fuel your ego if I said I’ve never seen a cock as big as yours?” Jungkook mutters as he lightly touches the tip of his cock with his fingertips. It twitches.
“Would make sense why you want it all to yourself.” Taehyung smirks. It absolutely fuels his ego.
Jungkook grabs the whole thing in his fist and gives it a light stroke, “The way I see it, no one could ever do justice to it before. That’s why you’re looking for my help.”
Taehyung chuckles. It comes out breathy when Jungkook darts out his tongue and gives a kitten lick on the tip of his cock, “Use that mouth for better work.”
Jungkook smirks before he takes him in his mouth for real this time.
At first just the head, swirling his tongue all around it to lick away all the precum that has been leaking. He hums and moans lowly at the taste of it on his tongue.
Taehyung’s hand slowly comes to bury in his hair behind his head, guiding him.
But Jungkook pulls back again. The grunt that leaves Taehyung’s mouth both entertains and excites him.
But Taehyung’s annoyance quickly turns into arousal when Jungkook spits on his cock and smears it all over his cock with his hand.
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses, grasping a fistful of his hair.
Jungkook slides his hand up and down a few more times before he grabs his balls to fondle and dives his head in once again.
This time he doesn’t just suckle at the tip but slowly starts to sink down, taking him down his throat while relaxing his jaw as much as possible.
It makes tears gather at the corner of his eyes because Taehyung is huge compared to his mouth and it started to hurt trying to take all of him.
“Crying already? What will you do if I start fucking your throat?” Taehyung says, flicking the tear that rolled down with his thumb.
It’s the unbearable pleasure that’s making him cry. His cock feels heavy and hot in his mouth that he feels like he can come just by sucking on it.
He succeeds in taking him whole down his throat after a few moments but he has to pull back right away to catch his breath.
“Haah, fuck why are you so big?” He complains.
“Weren’t you the one who was bragging about how no one could do justice to it? Looks like you aren’t any different.” Taehyung says in a tone of total uninterest.
It hurts Jungkook’s ego. Even though he knows Taehyung is already on the edge, the way all his words come out breathy and his dick is throbbing like it would explode, tells Jungkook that he’s doing a good job.
But he still won’t let him spew bullshit like that so he takes him in again.
“Ah- oh god, fuck!” Taehyung moans lewdly as Jungkook sucks him like no other. Bobbing his head up and down, the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat every time he goes down.
The warmth of his mouth engulfs him whole and his stomach muscles start to constrict at the feeling.
Jungkook is no better. The tugs at his hair and the throbbing of the dick in mouth is pushing him off the edge as his own cock twitches underneath him.
He feels it when Taehyung is close because he grabs both sides of his head and pushes him down on his cock.
“Stay like that,” Taehyung says, his eyes closed shut and his jaw clenching hard when it hits him.
“Mphmm” Jungkook’s moans are muffled as Taehyung comes in his mouth.
The loads shoot down his throat, making him gulp some it down and fill his mouth with cum and saliva.
“Ahh, shit.” Taehyung curses again as he’s done milking out his cock and pulls away to see it dribble down Jungkook’s chin. “You look so hot like this.”
Jungkook swallows the remaining of it down and looks at Taehyung with teary eyes.
“We’ve officially ruined whatever the fuck is the rules of being enemies.” Taehyung says as he kneels down as well. Smirking at the sight of the white liquid staining the floor which tells that Jungkook came undone. Just this is making him go hard again. He swipes his thumb on his chin.
“I blame Colossal Cock. ” Jungkook chuckles. Grinning ear to ear even though his mouth hurts now.
Taehyung can’t help but imitate him as he grins too, “I hate you.”