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Taehyung had it pretty easy, all things considered. He was in uni but wasn’t the type to stress good grades too much so he was never too overworked. The part of the city he lived in had a wonderful environment that catered to all of his little odd hobbies and likes, like jazz bars that exclusively hired amateurs and served cheap wine, or parks that were never too overrun by children. The fact that there was often a slight smell of weed was something he was happy to deal with for the lack of screaming pests and half of the time it really was just caused by his neighbours unfortunate smelling air freshener. Taehyung had great friends too, both in school and outside, that were at once both wonderful company on even the strangest of nights, but also respected his need for privacy and weekends spent in solitude.

Most of all, Taehyung knew that he was lucky because of his roommate who he had found on an online website for house sharing, a shady site that had non the less let him to the jackpot.

Jungkook was the perfect roommate in Taehyung’s opinion.

He was a few years younger than Taehyung, but he was mature in all the ways that mattered, always keeping a clean living space and even being decent at cooking for when the two of them would crave real home-made food but weren't shameless enough to go to one of their Hyungs.  Jungkook was also fun to hang out with, but otherwise a quiet and good student who used a large part of his time in his room or in their small living room with his headphones on so he could focus on his art.

Even Jungkook’s art degree was a big plus in Taehyung’s book, seeing as he always had new and interesting art around the apartment that made their place look more like a home and less like a ratty student accommodation.

Most importantly, Jungkook was funny when he was drunk and even funnier when he was high.  

Jungkook was the type of roomie who was chill but would also never judge Taehyung if he suddenly felt inspired at 4 in the morning and more often than not would just join in on the madness.

So Taehyung had it pretty easy, all things considered. At least until Jungkook started his new art challenge. Taehyung had been painfully aware since day one that Jungkook was one of those stupidly talented people in the way where he was just naturally good at a lot of things, and anything he wasn’t good at, he would practice until he was. So when Jungkook came home one day and declared that he was going to be practicing traditional drawing techniques for the foreseeable future, Taehyung really wasn’t all that surprised.

“It’s for my Traditional Techniques and Mediums class,” Jungkook said as he pulled the plastic wrap off of his new textbook. “We have to go back to basics and focus on a limited part of the human anatomy and we are only allowed to use charcoal or pencils.”

Taehyung looked up from his manga. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Right now I’m pretty excited for it, but ask me after I’ve drawn the first 50 feet and I might feel differently.”

Taehyung felt himself frown, questions forming. “What?”

“Limited part of the human anatomy,” Jungkook repeated, suddenly seeming a little overwhelmed by the challenge. “I’m going to be drawing feet. 100 of them to be exact. I suck at drawing feet so I need to learn it anyways. Two birds with one stone and all that.”

Taehyung snorted at Jungkook’s exasperated tone. “So what, your browser history is gonna be full of concrete grippers for the foreseeable future?”

Taehyung’s joke hit home and Jungkook laughed, “Oh, no, I’ll spare whoever is stalking my online presence and draw my own feet. The dogs will be out in full form. 

 Oh. Taehyung felt something scratching at the back of his brain, something clawing its way to the surface but not quite making it. A thought lost before it was really formed. Shaking his head to clear it of the strange feeling, he smiled and looked back to his manga. “Well damn, just wipe off the table if you get foot sweat all over it.”

Porn was, In Taehyung’s humble opinion, a natural part of sexual self-discovery. Be it lewd videos or erotic prose, porn was unavoidable and rather than shy away from it, Taehyung believed that it was an opportunity for curiosity to take the reins, as long as one stuck to the ethically sourced material. The issue was that Taehyung liked to talk and give advice and then ignore everything he himself had just said. Perhaps if he had paid a little closer attention to his own preferences, he wouldn’t have been so surprised at the sudden development of his life of how something simple and innocent would be wreaking havoc on his brain.

Taehyung closed the door after him as he entered the apartment and kicked off his shoes, one of them flying off to the side and landing upside down on top of Jungkook’s stomper boots. Taehyung quickly looked away. If he hadn’t seen it then he wouldn’t have to bend down to pick up after his own mess. Instead, he peeked into the living room but as he did so he instantly froze.

He had fully been expecting Jungkook to be home but the sight of his younger roommate on the couch still had him taking a pause and slowly backing away from the opening into the living room and back into the shadows of the entrance hall.

Still undiscovered, Taehyung let himself look at the scene in front of him. Jungkook was laying sprawled out on the couch with one leg stretched up in the air, and the other foot planted on the couch, knee bent to make space. He was dressed in his usual oversized shirt and shorts, but his shorts were gathered at the top of his thigh, revealing the entirety of his strong and toned leg as gravity had pushed the fabric down.  Taehyung’s eyes followed the strong muscle, the way it shifted and moved, and his eyes eventually found their way up Jungkook’s calf muscle, saw how it contracted and relaxed with each little movement. And then, Jungkook’s ankle, the way it rolled smoothly when Jungkook moved his foot in a small circle that went from flexed to pointed, climaxing in curled toes pointing to the ceiling.

Taehyung felt as his breath hitched in his throat just as Jungkook flexed, his leg elongated in a perfect line, his foot curved almost perfectly in extension and only his toes still moving slowly as they bent and unbent, curling seemingly in sync with Taehyung's fluttering heart.

Never in a million years would Taehyung have believed anyone if they had said to him that he would one day be hiding in the shadows to look at his roomies feet, but here he was. The sight in front of him was hypnotising, magnetic even, and then all of a sudden Taehyung found he had leaned so far forward, drawn in by the sight, that he lost his balance.

“Shit,” Taehyung mumbled as he practically fell through the door, startling Jungkook who instantly turned to look for the noise which had disturbed him.

“Oh, Hyung, I didn’t hear you come home!” Jungkook said excitedly and sat up on the couch with his usual beaming smile. “Can you help me real quick?”

Taehyung tried to seem as casual as possible as he dropped his bag and walked into the room. “Oh, Yeah, sure.”

When Taehyung made it close enough, Jungkook reached out to hand over his phone before he laid back down, squirming to get comfortable before he casually stretched his leg back out again. “Here, if I stretch my leg out, can you take a picture of the bottom of my foot?”

Taehyung swallowed thickly when he found Jungkook’s foot pointed out towards him. Smooth, pink. Calloused from Jungkook’s bad habits of wearing either boots or no shoes at all. Why was he losing his mind? Why did he feel so heated and sweaty yet also like there was a constant chill running down his back?

Taehyung only nodded when Jungkook tilted his head, clearly awaiting some kind of response. He wasn’t sure he could speak, his voice in a knot somewhere in his throat where he was pretty sure his heart was also taking up residence at the moment. Not that he for the life of him could figure out why or what had made him feel so spooked, so flushed and like his skin was tight and tingly.

Jungkook didn’t notice how odd Taehyung was being. A small blessing really. “Cool, angle the phone down a bit for some distorted proportions. Perfect, just take a bunch. Can you take one from the heel and angled up too? Thanks, you’re the best.”

Taehyung followed instructions silently, focused on the phone instead of the body in front of him. Snapping a last shot, Taehyung handed Jungkook his phone back and was thankful when Jungkook sat and folded his legs underneath him.

“You okay Hyung?” Jungkook asked with his wide and deceptively innocent eyes glimmering in a way that for unknown reasons made Taehyung want to punch a wall.

Instead he contained himself and gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah just, my last class was super boring and I think my brain shut off as an act of protest.”

“Ah, I get it.” Jungkook responded with a heavy nod. “Just, you look almost feverish.”

Taehyung nodded and mumbled something about taking a nap as he escaped to his room. As soon as the door closed behind him, Taehyung sunk down on his bed and rubbed at his face furiously. What the fuck was wrong with him, Taehyung thought to himself, feeling as the anxious buzzing in his body calmed down with each breath. What the actual fuck!

Taehyung had always known that Jungkook was attractive, it would take an idiot not to see that and he had openly stated such several times. It had even happened once or twice that the two of them had made out while they were high, caught up in the mood and the way their brains would lag behind, enabling bad decisions and spoken words that were only half finished thoughts.

Taehyung remembered how the first time had been at Hoseok’s place late at night. Everyone else had gone out for beer but Jungkook had a badly sprained ankle and had been confined to the couch where he was slowly smoking himself into mindlessness. The whole evening had been arranged by Taehyung and Namjoon, whom Taehyung had met in philosophy class and promptly adopted into the friendship, in order to help Jungkook escape the restless boredom he was plagued by. Jungkook was one of those people who just had to move, constantly shifting both physically and mentally, and being ordered to rest was slowly but surely turning him into a zombie.

With everyone gone from the house, Jungkook had slumped further into the couch cushions with an exasperated sigh.

“This is no fun.” Jungkook mumbled around the joint between his lips. “I always get so horny when I'm high. Always wanna kiss n’ stuff but I can’t even go to a bar to meet someone.”

Taehyung hadn’t been able to hold in a chuckle. “Are you saying I'm not good enough to kiss?”

Jungkook had only pouted and said no and the rest was history. By the time the others got back with cold beer and pizza, Jungkook and Taehyung were cuddled up and laughing, lips swollen and slick with spit.

The memory of the second kiss was a bit less clear but there too alcohol, and probably drugs of some kind, had been involved. The escalation itself was a blur but Taehyung was sure that at some point he had had a lap full of Jungkook and a slightly awkward boner.

So yes, Taehyung was very much aware that he lived with an individual he found physically attractive and had felt the effects on his own body more than once, but this was so beyond anything he had ever experienced, and it was with great horror that he looked down himself and had to admit that what had just happened, no matter how un-sexy or nonsexual it had been, looking at Jungkook as he admired his own feet had made him hard.

Two weeks later, Taehyung was struggling to keep himself convinced that the cold shower he had taken after he had escaped the living room that day, had washed away all of his problems.

Taehyung really had done his best to ignore the freak physical reaction he had experienced. He had brushed it away and blamed it on everything from simply being tired to the fact that it had been warm in the apartment, and this had made the blood rush south. It had worked too, but only for about 24 hours.

Taehyung’s life had become a never-ending cycle of trying to look anywhere but at Jungkook and ignoring his own body. However, Jungkook didn’t make it that easy. Jungkook’s feet simply seemed to be everywhere. Not only did the man himself not wear socks in the early summer heat, but now he constantly had his feet up, bare and elevated as he tried to see them from every possible angle so that he could study them for his drawings. And god, the drawing made it impossible to forget about it even when Jungkook wasn’t home. Pencil drawings of Jungkook’s feet had slowly but surely filled the house as Jungkook had stopped working just in his sketchbook. Taehyung couldn’t even just ignore the perfectly beautifully made sketches, no, Jungkook would ask for his opinion.

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s loud voice carried across the small apartment even if he knew very well that Taehyung was in the kitchen which was only just three meters away from the couch.

Taehyung peaked his head out from where he had been cutting up an orange, the sticky juice still clinging to his hands which he held awkwardly out in front of himself so as to not get it on his white shirt. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Can you tell me if this looks strange? I swear to god, I have stared myself blind and I can't tell if I drew the toe five sizes too big.”

“Oh”

Taehyung shuffled to the living room, still holding his hands out awkwardly, like a surgeon who had just scrubbed his skin clean to prepare for surgery. 

When he stopped behind the couch, Jungkook held up the black sketchbook.

“See? Does it look wrong to you?”

Taehyung looked at the drawing, the simple black line forming what he saw as a near perfect picture of Jungkook’s foot, and felt… Nothing.

“Oh, no it’s cool!” Taehyung said enthusiastically. “Love the sketchy style too but it really does look good. I don’t see any anatomical in-accuracy.”

“Really?” In less than a second and in a move so agile that Taehyung would have been on is ass if he had attempted it, Jungkook got up and was suddenly sitting on the back of the couch, his legs and bare feet dangling on each side of Taehyung’s body. Shocked, Taehyung took half a step back but Jungkook didn’t seem to notice or mind the close proximity they had as he just looked thoughtfully down at his own feet before making eye contact with Taehyung.

“Maybe I just have small toes? What do you think, hyung?”

Even after having taken that half stumbled step back, Taehyung and Jungkook were still so close that Taehyung had to look down and to the side to actually see Jungkook’s feet from how close they were.

Taehyung swallowed hard, his stomach fluttered. “I, no, no they look good- fine, they look fine.” The words left him in a stutter and when he looked back up, his heart was only beat faster. Jungkook was looking at him with his head tilted slightly to the side, his wide eyes blinking questionably. Taehyung could have counted his lashes, that was how close they were and worst of all, the butterflies in his stomach had gone further south.

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed?”

Taehyung gripped the hem of his shirt, trying to seem inconspicuous as he pulled it down to cover where his rapidly hardening cock would soon be visible through his sweatpants. Why did he have to fight the urge to look back down? And why in the world was he reacting like this!?

“Yeah.” He choked out, stepping back towards the kitchen. “Just fine. Gonna eat.”

Back in the kitchen, Taehyung looked down at the orange handprints on his white shirt and the visible outline of his cock and wondered if he had truly gone insane or if he was just sick.

Taehyung had grown up with brothers, but due to a large age difference, he wasn't particularly close with them and had never really understood the whole world's obsession with the idea of siblings until he met Yoongi. Yoongi had been in his last year of university when Taehyung had just started his first semester, yet their friendship hadn’t ended when Yoongi had graduated and gone on to get a very well paying job. On the contrary, Yoongi and his boyfriend Hoseok, who came from money but never spoke about it, had basically adopted Taehyung, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and had later also added Jimin to the mix after Jungkook had, literally, fallen over him on a wild night out. Yoongi and Hoseok would feed the four students a healthy meal and buy them weed on the same day, going for a nice balance between caretaker and enabler. When Yoongi and Hoseok had then introduced them to their dealer Seokjin, who instantly took a liking to Jimin, the odd little group of friends had been completed and Taehyung had truly understood the value of brothers. While none of them were actually related, (thank god because not only were Jimin and Seokjin a couple but he was pretty sure Namjoon was shacking up with Hoseok and Yoongi), their bond was so strong that even the natural pessimist that was Taehyung, didn’t doubt that their friendship would last forever.

That was also why Taehyung eventually got brave, or desperate, enough to go to Yoongi for advice.

Realistically, Taehyung didn’t know how much Yoongi could really do for him, but perhaps everything would solve itself if he just got to talk about it and get everything off his chest. More importantly, Taehyung was 99% sure that Yoongi was into all sorts of crazy things because he was dating Hoseok, and maybe Namjoon, so there was little chance that Yoongi would judge him for his worries.

Yoongi and Hoseok’s house was in stark contrast to the run down apartment Taehyung and Jungkook shared. While Taehyung personally found the apartment cozy and much better than any dorm could have ever been, it had absolutely nothing on the modern villa that Hoseok and Yoongi had bought a year ago. Taehyung always found himself getting surprised by the amount of money Yoongi made and the extent of Hoseok’s mystery ancestral funds.

Taehyung had a key to the place, but seeing as he was there to ask for advice, he thought he better be polite and wait for someone to open.

After a minute of waiting where Taehyung kept stepping from one foot to the other, Yoongi opened the door with his usual non-expressive face.

“Taehyung?”

“Hyung.”

Yoongi seemed to look Taehyung over, taking in his expression and his nervous fidgeting. “Come in.”

Toeing off his shoes, Taehyung followed Yoongi into the kitchen where he sat himself at the kitchen island while Yoongi rummaged around in the kitchen.

“Have you eaten?” Yoongi asked without looking back.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Yoongi said, finishing up the two cups of coffee he was already making for them.

Taehyung gratefully took the cup, happy to have something to do with his hands so that he could spare his cuticles from his nervous picking.

“So what’s going on?” Yoongi asked, cutting to the chase. Taehyung appreciated that he was a very no-nonsense person.

“Is Hoseok home?” Taehyung asked instead of responding.

“No.”

“Okay.”

“What do you need to talk about that you don’t want Hoseok to hear? Is it embarrassing or an insecurity?” Yoongi asked, seeing straight through Taehyung as always. It was both a blessing and a curse. “Or did you just see the new couch he ordered and hate it as much as I do?”

“Hoseok bought a new couch?”

“Yes, it's giant and very red.”

“Oh. Well, no it it's not about that. It’s about the first two I guess.”

“I figured. Hoseok means well but he can get a bit excited and forget to that not everyone lives without the concept of embarrassment.”

“Yeah, I know he wouldn’t judge, but I don’t know if blind acceptance and encouragement is what I need right now.” Taehyung said, eyes fixed on his cup.

“Oh, so it’s a sex thing.”

Taehyung looked up, startled. “How did you know?”

Yoongi just shrugged and took a sip of his coffee before he answered. “Hoseok has a lot of opinions but he thinks everything kinky is great.”

“It’s a great quality,” Taehyung murmured.  

“It is. Just not when you still feel insecure about it.”

“It’s not something I'm insecure about so much as I think I might have lost my mind,” Taehyung mumbled down into his cup.

Yoongi hesitated, cup halfway to his mouth. “Okaaay. Can you elaborate?”

Taehyung took a large gulp of his own coffee, burning the roof of his mouth as he tried to think of how to word what he wanted to say. “.. I’m vanilla, okay? Very. But just lately, it’s like there is this situation I keep finding myself in where I can't control how I react.”

Yoongi instantly put on his serious face and folded his hands in front of him on the table. “First off, being vanilla isn’t a bad thing but also, you are not vanilla just because you aren’t on Hoseok’s level of freaky, okay. Discovering something you are into isn’t a bad thing, it’s just natural evolution. Kinks change, you get new once, they stop doing it for you. It’s all good and well as long as consent is given.”

Taehyung cringed, not because what Yoongi had said was bad but because it was all true, he just didn’t know if it applied to him. “I don’t think it really qualifies as a kink.”

“Okay, I think I need more context,” Yoongi answered slowly, obviously watching his words as to not pressure Taehyung.

“I have, uhm, in a few otherwise normal situations with the same person, reacted when something specific changed.”

Yoongi’s mouth opened and closed several times. “I'm still lost, where does the problem arise?”

Taehyung threw his head back as he sighed heavily, feeling so incredibly tired. “God, it’s just, I know that it’s something that other people like, or find exciting, but I never have, and now with him it keeps happening and I feel so guilty because he doesn’t know.”

Yoongi’s head tilted to the side, knowingly. “He? Jungkook?”

For a short second Taehyung wondered how obvious he was being, but then he let the thought go. It didn’t matter. “Yes.”

“So do you feel guilty about this new kink or the fact that it’s somehow related to your best friend?”

Taehyung cringed again. “Not a kink.”

“Then what would you call it?”

“I think it's categorized as a fetish.”

Yoongi just looked at him for a long time and Taehyung avoided looking back, feeling exposed.

“If you feel uncomfortable, then talk to him. Jungkook is a smart boy, he won’t blame you. But you also don’t owe him an explanation. This is personal and you are allowed your secrets if you still feel insecure about it.”

Taehyung shrugged. He knew that Jungkook wouldn’t judge. “I just, I don’t understand it and it feels so wrong.”

Yoongi reached out then, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and holding it tightly, going against his usual own dislike for physical touch to give Taehyung the comfort he needed. “Tae-ah, you should never feel like this because of something you can’t control. If you are really this uncomfortable you have to talk to someone about it, be it either me or a therapist. Feeling like that just isn’t healthy.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes it is. If it makes you feel this way it’s a big deal.”

Taehyung reached out to pick at his cuticles but only got in a quick pull before Yoongi slapped his hand away.

“Is it something sadistic or something? Do you want to hurt him?”

Taehyung’s eyes shot wide open and he sat up straight, shocked. “Gods no!” he instantly denied. Even the thought of it made him a little uncomfortable.

“Is it manipulative?” Yoongi asked then.

Taehyung had to think about that for a second longer before he could answer. “No, I don’t think so? But he doesn’t know that what he is doing affects me the way that it does.”

“Have you acted on it without telling him what he is doing?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I would never.”

“I know that. But you need to realise that too.” Yoongi said calmly, sweetly even. “Kookie is unknowingly doing something that turns you on and as frustrating as that must be for you, you haven’t acted on it and you don’t have any desire to hurt him in any way. You have no reason to feel guilty, Tae. Having a fetish doesn’t make you a bad person. Hell, I’m with Hoseok and lord knows he has all sorts of fetishes.”

“Not something like this.” Taehyung’s voice was full of guilt as he spoke.

“Dude,” Yoongi deadpanned. “Hoseok is like, stupidly obsessed with my armpits for some reason. He even jerked off against the back of my knees more than once. Don’t even get me started on the shit he talks about doing with Namjoon.”

Taehyung blinked rapidly. “What, really?”

“Really.” Yoongi said with a blank face.

“And you don’t find it weird?”

“Eh,” Yoongi said and scratched the back of his neck. “I find it a little curious because I don’t personally have the urge to do that, but I can understand the point of view. To Hoseok, those areas are simply body parts like any other one might find arousing. I don’t judge and I know Jungkook doesn’t either.”

“But I can’t know that for sure! I don’t know that I would do if Jungkook really does think its gross and weird.”

Yoongi squeezed Taehyung’s hand and gave him the softest smile in the world. “Jungkook knows all about how Hoseok feels, and I know for a fact that he wasn’t judgmental at all when they talked about it.”

A bubble of hope slowly started to fill Taehyung’s chest, taking place right where all his uncertainty had been before. “Really?”

“Yeah, he was over for dinner quite a while ago and they talked about it. I don’t know, I think they watched a movie or something and the topic came up. I had been in my office and joined them mid conversation so I wasn't there through all of it but I know Hoseok explained his fetishes and Jungkook was only curious and accepting.”

“Oh,” Taehyung mumbled, his mind racing suddenly a thousand miles per hour even as he simultaneously started to feel an incredible calm that he hadn’t felt for weeks. “that’s good.”

“Yeah. It is.”

“I still don’t know what I should do.”

With a last squeeze, Yoongi let go of Taehyung’s hand. “The most important thing is that you don’t continue to feel this way. Either you can work on accepting your feelings or you find a way to ask Jungkook to stop whatever it is he is doing so that you don’t feel uncomfortable in your own home.”

Taehyung stayed for another cup of coffee and an hour of more relaxed conversation before he finally went home. It was incredible how much lighter he felt even if his head was spinning with everything Yoongi had said. Instinctually, Taehyung knew that Jungkook was not the type of person to judge anyone, and he had never really thought that Jungkook would view him poorly for how he was feeling, but hearing Yoongi state it all so plainly had finally made Taehyung truly believe it. Taehyung was also considering if he perhaps should talk to Hoseok. While his Hyung really could be a bit direct, Taehyung knew that he also had a serious side when it mattered and would listen and give careful advice if Taehyung really needed it. For too long now, Taehyung had felt uneasy in his own home and around Jungkook, and he longed for the sense of comfort he was so used to feeling when he hung out with his roommate.  

When he finally made it home, Taehyung didn’t have to look far for the comfort he was craving. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, all wrapped up in his favourite blanket and watching anime on the tv.

“Hyung!” Jungkook said excitedly when Taehyung walked into the small living room. “Where have you been?”

“I was at Yoongi’s. He needed to complain about a couch.”

“Oh the one Hoseokie-hyung bought? He sent me a photo of it, it’s so cool.”

Taehyung snorted. “Yeah they don’t agree on that.”

Jungkook laughed before he cuddled up further into the corner of the couch. “Wanna join?”

The choice was easy and Taehyung settled onto the couch with a blanket of his own. The anime running over the screen wasn’t one Taehyung was particularly interested in, but just hanging out with Jungkook and talking about everything and nothing made it all worth it anyways. It suddenly felt silly how Taehyung had been almost avoiding his roommate and how anxious he had felt over something he still didn’t really understand. It was so easy to just be together like they were now, it was so natural that all of the uneasiness Taehyung had felt over the last few weeks almost seemed like nothing more than a bad dream.

The comfortable atmosphere also made Taehyung surer about his decision. Talking to Yoongi had made Taehyung feel much less confused about the arousal he was experiencing whenever Jungkook went around the apartment with his feet out and in focus. Despite how odd he still felt it was, Taehyung would try to ignore what he was feeling while still accepting that it apparently was his new reality. He didn’t understand entirely what was going on or why he felt the way he felt, but Yoongi had been right in saying that he shouldn’t feel bad about it. He couldn’t control how he felt but he could control how he reacted to those feelings, and Taehyung refused for his reaction to be either blaming himself or Jungkook. And along that line, Taehyung wasn’t going to ask for Jungkook to stop drawing his feet. No matter what Taehyung felt, it was unfair of him to request that Jungkook shouldn’t do his schoolwork in his own home.

Taehyung's new acceptance of his situation had him feeling almost giddy as he and Jungkook joked back and forth, like a weight had been lifted off of his chest and the air between the two of them had been cleansed of any lingering awkwardness that had plagued them. That was until Jungkook apparently became bored with the anime.

“Is it okay if I sketch a little? You can change the show if you want.”

Taehyung’s heart was instantly in his throat but still he nodded. This was exactly what he had decided to do, to accept not only his feelings but also Jungkook’s right to do as he pleased, however, that decision had been much easier to make than to follow through with as Jungkook picked up his sketchbook from the coffee table and unravelled himself from his blanket to put his feet up right into Taehyung’s line on sight.

Taehyung felt himself flush as he tried to look past Jungkook’s toes and focus on the tv, but each small movement Jungkook made had Taehyung’s eyes pulled back as if magnetic. By the time Jungkook settled on a pose and the movements stilled, Taehyung’s heart was racing and that familiar yet unwelcome heat in his belly was back with a vengeance.

Taehyung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying by will alone to get his body to calm down before he would have to excuse himself, but despite his efforts it wasn’t working. What Jungkook was doing was so innocent, so calm and comfortable, yet Taehyung's mind was running with a million miles an hour, fixated on the gentle curve of Jungkook’s feet, the way his arches looked so incredibly soft and the way his toes were slightly curled as the muscles in his feet strained to hold Jungkook’s chosen pose. It seemed so unreal to Taehyung that Jungkook was sitting less than a metre away from him and was entirely unaware as he himself curled his blanket further around himself to hide what would otherwise be a very visible boner. New found acceptance or not, Taehyung felt the guilt weighing down on him instantly.

Trying to think rationally, Taehyung went over the facts in his head.

He was hard, and it was because of Jungkook. That in itself had happened before and while it was awkward, Jungkook was hot and Taehyung wasn’t blind nor stupid. Being attracted to someone who was physically attractive and also had an amazing personality was only natural.

The difference was that now Taehyung couldn’t ignore that he was hard because of Jungkook’s feet. He knew what it was even if he hadn’t dared speak the words to Yoongi during their conversation let alone even admit it to himself yet. He was sexually aroused at the sight of his roommate's feet.

With another deep breath, Taehyung made another attempt at focusing on the tv and was more successful this time, and it eased the guilt he was feeling considerably. Feeling aroused because of something Jungkook did was one thing, but getting any kind of sexual pleasure out of it without Jungkook knowing was crossing the line, something Taehyung was unwilling to do under any circumstances. Even thinking about excusing himself to the bathroom to quickly jerk off felt like he would be doing something invasive, so Taehyung willed himself to relax until his body got the memo and the full body flush he was experiencing started to go down along with his boner.

Taehyung let himself settle back into the calm atmosphere, finding the rhythmic sound of Jungkook’s pencil hitting the page to be almost hypnotic, allowing him to almost entirely forget about his tumultuous feelings and just enjoy spending time with Jungkook. It felt like it had been much too long since the two of them had relaxed together without other people around. Even living together, Taehyung often felt that if one of them was home the other was either out or just heading out the door. Even before his new struggle, Taehyung had felt that the two of them simply were not spending enough time together anymore.

Without really noticing it happen, Taehyung had become completely distracted by the show and good company, because he was broken out of his distracted state by Jungkook.

With a loud sigh, Jungkook threw his sketchbook on the floor before he stretched, raising his arms so that his shirt rode up and exposed his soft stomach.

“God, my wrist is getting sore. Time for a break.”

Then, to Taehyung’s great horror, Jungkook turned where he was sitting, and plopped his feet straight down into Taehyung’s lap as he splayed out over the couch.

Taehyung's heart was in his throat as Jungkook stretched again, his feet pressing down in Taehyung’s lap and his shirt riding up once more to stay there this time.

Everything was short circuiting in Taehyung’s entire body, his mind doing backflips and his cock well on its way back to full attention. And Jungkook just laid there, his eyes closed and his body relaxed as he wiggled his fingers and then, god help him, his toes.

The next sigh from Jungkook’s mouth was too much like a moan and Taehyung broke. Never would he want to take advantage of his friend or to make Jungkook uncomfortable, so in a move that probably seemed terribly rude, Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s legs away from him and ran

The next week of Taehyung’s life was incredibly awkward.

After he had fled the living room with his tail tucked between his legs, Jungkook had, true to his character, come knocking to ask if Taehyung was okay or if anything had happened. Taehyung, still freaked out by his own reaction, had been silent until Jungkook had taken said silence as a sign that something could be seriously wrong. Taehyung had then choked out that he was fine and asked Jungkook to go away as politely as he could muster. Unfortunately, it didn’t come off as polite at all and the next morning Jungkook had been distant, something that had only gotten worse when Taehyung had done nothing to fix it, because how could he? How could he explain his actions without explaining everything that had been going on. At best, Jungkook wouldn’t be disgusted, at worst it could end their friendship. So Taehyung let the distance between them grow as he hid out in his room and Jungkook did much the same, probably waiting for Taehyung to reach out and explain what was going on. And as horrible as the distance between them was, Taehyung had to guiltily admit to himself that life had also gotten a little easier for him as a result. The fact that both of them kept to themselves meant that Taehyung now didn’t come home to Jungkook posing his feet for references or asking for help with it in any way.

Taehyung had, possibly in an attempt to relieve his guilt, used the week productively and tried to do some research on what he was experiencing. The results were clear but horribly confusing.

Taehyung didn’t always find feet attractive or arousing in any sort of way. But when mixed into an already sexual act, something just seemed to happen in his brain. It was like someone had flipped a switch in his brain as he watch porn one night and suddenly the angle of the camera perfectly caught how the woman, who was getting thoroughly fucked, was curling her toes just as she came. Taehyung’s own orgasm had overcome him then, almost taking him by surprise as the video until that point hadn’t really done it for him, and the orgasm itself felt comparable to being hit by a truck.

So, as a result, Taehyung had to fully admit to himself that he did in fact have a thing for feet, but that this was only the case if the situation was already sexually loaded. And lord if that realisation didn’t open up a whole new can of worms.

Because with that conclusion, it meant that Taehyung had been aroused by Jungkook in his entirety and not just by his feet. Jungkook’s feet had just been the cherry on top of an already very fucked up cake.

That fact was somehow a much harder pill to swallow than the fact that he had a thing for feet, for while Taehyung had always known that he on a theoretical level found Jungkook attractive, actually being sexually attracted to him was something else. And the realisation that it was really all of Jungkook who set him off made Taehyung’s brain do him the great disservice of looking deeper into that. Because when Taehyung realised that it was all of Jungkook that sent him down a one-way road to horny town, it wasn’t just Jungkook's wonderful physical attributes which were to blame, no, it was Jungkook in his entirety, body and personality alike. 

Needless to say, Taehyung was a wreck, but like with all really big problems, at some point it became easier to just pretend like it didn’t exist. Unfortunately, that only works until the problem eventually comes knocking on your door. In this case, the problem was Jungkook, and one late evening he knocked on Taehyung’s door, not waiting for a response before he stuck his head inside.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook voice was calm but Taehyung could see the worry in the youngers face from where he had looked up from his laptop with a startle.
Taehyung closed his laptop and swallowed heavily.

“Oh. Sure.” He knew what this was about and he should have known it was coming. There was simply no way Jungkook would let this go on forever. Over the last year, Jungkook had been working hard on his bad habit of procrastinating and avoiding responsibilities. Taehyung had been so proud of seeing his best friend get a better hold of his life, but right now all that felt like it was backfiring.

Taehyung awkwardly shuffled after Jungkook in his sleeping clothes and loose slippers. For a moment he though they might sit down at the dinner table which seemed horribly formal, but instead he followed Jungkook out into the kitchen, where he, desperate for something to do with his hands, started preparing two cups of tea.

He could sense Jungkook standing behind him, hesitantly watching him from the opening to the kitchen where he was leaned against the doorframe.

“Hyung,” Jungkook’s voice was low and hesitant but it felt like a knife in Taehyung’s chest. “Are you mad at me?”

Taehyung turned around confused, his brows creased as he stared at Jungkook and almost spilled the freshly made tea on himself with his quick movement.

“What, no?!”

To Taehyung’s great horror, it was clear by the look on Jungkook’s face that he didn’t believe it.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” Jungkook said timidly, picking at his nails and looking down at the ground.

As much as Taehyung still feared being judged, he found that this was much worse. Seeing Jungkook hurting like this over something he had done was simply the worst. “Koo,” Taehyung said slowly, setting the cups down on the counter before he walked closer to Jungkook. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Jungkook shook his head strongly, biting his lip anxiously. “No, I did, I should have stopped flirting with you, I should have seen that it made you uncomfortable.”

The world screeched to a halt and Taehyung almost fell straight on his ass despite the fact that he was standing perfectly still.

“What?” He whispered, not entirely sure his heart was still beating.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook simply said, his eyes still on the ground as he gripped the doorframe as if he too was having trouble with his balance.

Taehyung just stared blankly at Jungkook, slowly realizing that he wasn’t the only one feeling guilty. “I think we need to go sit down.”

Jungkook nodded even if he looked more panicked. Taehyung felt bad but he didn’t know what to do anymore. He wanted to explain, to listen to Jungkook explain. Mostly he just wanted Jungkook to not feel bad anymore.

“Koo,” Taehyung said carefully as soon as they had sat down on the couch, using the nickname to show that he wasn’t mad, that he had no ill feelings. “I’m not mad at you. Not at all.”

“I don’t understand. You have been ignoring me. And it’s okay if you are mad at me, you should be.” Jungkook sounded so close to tears that Taehyung felt his throat close up.

“I know I have been ignoring you and I’m really sorry about that, but it isn't because of anything you did.”

Jungkook visibly cringed before he looked up and spoke. “But I flirted with you?”

Something sharp pierced Taehyung’s heart, leaving him breathless. “I… I wouldn’t be mad because of that.” And he wouldn’t. He knew that he wasn’t and never would be mad at Jungkook flirting with him. It even felt a little too good to hear Jungkook admit it.

“But you were!” Jungkook exclaimed loudly, clearly not feeling the same kind of elation that Taehyung was feeling.

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s hand, holding it awkwardly at first, but then Jungkook adjusted their grip and it just felt right. “I promise I wasn’t. Honestly, I didn’t even notice.”

Jungkook blinked and the would-be tears in his eyes disappeared as his expression went confused. “What?”

“I’m sorry, I have just been so in my head for the last few weeks. I’m really sorry.”

“Then why? Why have you been ignoring me? Please hyung, I don’t understand.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to cringe, but he had already decided. No more hiding. “I have just been, uhm, dealing with some stuff that I didn’t really understand and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Jungkook’s head tilted to the side as he looked Taehyung dead-on. “You could never.”

Taehyung nearly deflated from the honestly in Jungkook’s voice and expression. He knew that it was true.

“I already decided that I wanted to tell you because I hate to see you feel bad and I know that it’s my fault. I was just so scared that it would ruin our friendship or that you would look at me differently. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, but I just wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

“Hyung, nothing you could say could make me look at you differently.”

Taehyung gripped Jungkook’s hand tighter, praying silently to whomever or whatever might be listening. “I really hope so.”

“Just tell me,” Jungkook pleaded gently. “I promise I won’t judge.”

“Okay.” Taehyung took a deep breath around the lump in his throat. “Recently I have been experiencing some, some feeling that I didn’t really understand. These… feelings, I guess, aren’t really about you but I almost always felt it when I’m around you.”

“Bad feelings?”

“No.” Taehyung shook his head, his eyes fixed on their hands because he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep talking if he looked Jungkook in the eyes. “Not really, considering what just happened and why you thought I was mad at you.”

For even the fleeting second Taehyung dared look up, it was impossible to miss the hope in Jungkook’s eyes.

Gathering all his courage, Taehyung cleared his throat. “I was… I got turned on when I spend time with you.”

Jungkook’s hand left his then and for the shortest of moments Taehyung’s heart broke into a thousand pieces, but then Jungkook’s hands were on his cheek’s, holding his face close as he forced Taehyung to look him in the eyes. They where so close that when Jungkook breathed a quiet ‘me too’, Taehyung could feel the warmth on his lips.

As much as Taehyung knew that he had to explain everything still he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Throwing caution to the wind and crashed his lips against Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s response was instant but the way the younger instantly turned to putty in his hands was what brought Taehyung back to reality. With an insurmountable effort he pulled himself away from Jungkook, holding him back with a tight grip when Jungkook tried to move closer once more.

“Shit, shit I’m so sorry I’m so sorry,” Taehyung gasped and the twist of guilt burned brighter when he looked down to see Jungkook’s feet right in front of him, his crossed legs between their bodies.

With a hard swallow Taehyung tilted his head back slightly to fix his eyes on the ceiling, disgust fighting a turbulent battle against the desire.

“Taehyung, Tae, what is going on.” Jungkook shifted so the he could get on his knees and crawl closer, his voice and face both revealing his desperation and confusion.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

“I don’t mind.” Jungkook hurriedly interrupted Taehyungs rambles, his hands going up to cradle Taehyung’s cheeks “I don’t mind at all, look,” and then he leaned in to give Taehyung a sweet peck that lasted for less than a heartbeat, just a touch of lips more than a kiss.

There was nothing Taehyung wanted more than to lean back into the gentle touch, the warm and easy affection, but he couldn’t. “It’s not that, it’s.. Fuck.”

The rejection was thick in the air and Taehyung saw so clearly how Jungkook lost his resolve, slowly loosing hope. “You don’t want to kiss me? But I thought what you said meant that you like me too?”

“No, I do, I do want to!”

“What is it then? What is going on? I thought you liked me too?”

Taehyung let his head fall forward and with how close they were his forehead met Jungkook’s sternum. In a moment of weakness, Taehyung allowed himself a second to breathe, to simply hold Jungkook tight and prepare himself. “I do, I just, there is more than that. I still did something wrong.”

Jungkook forced his head back up, tilting it so that their eyes met. “Tell me. Tell me what it was so that you don’t have to feel like this. I promise I won’t be mad.”

Taehyung sighed and resolved himself to his fate, then he mirrored Jungkook and held the youngers sweet face in his hands. “Just, you didn’t even know what you were doing was turning me on but I still couldn’t help it. That’s not fair to you and I feel like I used you every time you were just relaxing and drawing.

Taehyung saw the moment something clicked in Jungkook’s mind. Jungkook saw back with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide.

“Wait, are you talking about….? Hyung. I knew.”

“Huh?” Taehyung frowned, confused.

“Your foot fetish?” Jungkook said insistently and with no hesitation. “I know about it. That’s why I thought you were mad at me.”

Taehyung straightened, his emotional discomfort eradicated and replaced by confusion because what the fuck. “No, how could you know when I didn’t even know? What do you even mean?”

If Taehyung felt confused than Jungkook looked like his head was about to explode and his brows had settled somewhere along his hairline. He was making little gestures with his hands like he needed to move but didn’t really know what to do. “You didn’t know? Hyung we have literally watched porn together. Every time you chose the video there were always feet involved in some way,” Jungkook exclaimed loudly.

Huh? “No.”

“Yes.”

Taehyung mentally went over what he knew was currently staining his browser history and compared it to how it had changed after his little round of research and found, to his mortification, that it really hadn’t changed much at all. “… Really?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I mean, yeah? You really didn’t know?”

“No?”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I feel like a dick now,” Jungkook apologised with a sheepish grimace.

“Nonono.” Taehyung mumbled hurriedly. “No wait, you aren’t grossed out?”

“Huh? Why would I be grossed out?”

“The foot thing!” Taehyung practically yelled and gestured wildly.

“Yes?” Jungkook said, like the little brat he was.

“It’s weird! Why doesn’t that freak you the fuck out? You are living with a creep who gets turned on by your toes?”

There was a second where Jungkook honest to God looked at Taehyung like he was an idiot before he gave Taehyung the most deadpan look in existence. “The toes that I willingly wiggled in your face for the last month, mind you. No. I’m not freaked out and I don’t find it creepy or gross or anything like that.” Jungkook hesitated and Taehyung’s heart might have stopped for a second. “Honestly I thought it might finally be my one ticket to get into your pants.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah. I’m still sorry.”

Despite the thick tension that had been in the air only a second before, Taehyung couldn’t keep down the laughter that bubbled out of him them. “No, I don’t blame you.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung said still smiling widely and his hand found Jungkook’s cheek once more, caressing the soft skin.

“Okay. I’m still sorry though. I don’t like it when we are fighting.”

“We were never fighting. I was just awkward because you gave me a hard-on.”

“Did I really?” Jungkook said and the bastard had the gal to look proud.

Taehyung snorted. “Uh, Yeah.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook said then, softly. “Hyung, can I kiss you again?”

Taehyung was already leaning in. “Do you really want to?”

“Yes.” Jungkook all but whispered and Taehyung felt the air against his lips. “I really do. Is that a problem?”

“No.” Their bottom lips touched with the single word

“Okay.”

The kiss was so much softer this time as their lips met, the touch gentle and unhurried but still filled with so much emotion and anticipation. With each little move of his lips, Taehyung couldn’t help but notice how right it felt, like his body had craved this for so much longer than he had been aware of.

Jungkook met each kiss eagerly, his lips following the rhythm Taehyung set for them and leaning heavily against the elder.

Taehyung let his hands wander, falling to the small of Jungkook’s back and his incredible waist. The gentle way he grabbed had a much sweeter reaction than he could have ever imagined. Jungkook turned to putty in his hands as a breathy moan escaped his lips, leaving his mouth open for Taehyung to kiss deeper.

It feels so natural the way the two hold each other close and Taehyung shivered when Jungkook’s hands started exploring, running over his arms and up to his neck where he tangled his fingers into Taehyung’s hair. The room was silent but Taehyung’s head was full of moans and pretty little sound, most of them coming from Jungkook as he practically clung to Taehyung and the desperation lit a fire under Taehyung’s skin.

It took nothing more than a gentle push for Jungkook to fall backwards onto the couch and for a short moment Taehyung was afraid that he was being too bold, too forward, but he didn’t have time to think the thought through before Jungkook grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down.

Captured in a kiss once more, Taehyung let his weight settle over Jungkook’s body and the feeling of being pressed together like this heightened everything. And Jungkook must have agreed because opened his legs so that Taehyung was straddling one of his thighs and pressed his body up.

The change in position meant that both of them now had something hard and solid to press their cocks against and Taehyung was hit with the intensity of his own arousal, his rock hard cock the centre of his pleasure as he rolled his hips, stimulating both himself and Jungkook.

“Fuck,” Jungkook moaned at the pressure, throwing his head back and giving Taehyung the perfect opportunity to put his lips against the soft skin along his throat.

Jungkook tasted clean, ever so slightly salty, and Taehyung was instantly obsessed with the feeling of running his tongue against the sensitive and soft skin.

Jungkook’s wasted no time, his hands going south as he started to undo Taehyungs pants, practically ripping open the buttons before he started to push the fabric down. Taehyung lifted his body to help before he got up to kick his pants off entirely while Jungkook swiftly took of his shirt before he got rid of his own pants. Taehyung lifted his shirt as he looked down at Jungkook. He was splayed out on the couch in only his boxers and his cock was visible where it strained against the fabric.

The felling when their bodies pressed together once more was so much more intense and they kissed each other hungrily, biting at each other’s lips and moaning as they let their hands explore.

“Hyung, touch me,” Jungkook said, his voice breathy and low.

Without being prompted, Jungkook swung one leg over the back of the couch, giving more room for Taehyung to sit back as pulled Jungkook’s boxer just far enough down to pull his cock out.

Every instinct in Taehyung’s body had him wishing to lean down and take Jungkook into his mouth but more than that he wanted to watch Jungkook as he came apart, so with slow movements he wrapped his hands around the younger.

Jungkook groaned at the stimulation, throwing his head back as he arched his hips up in search of more but Taehyung kept his touch soft and slow, teasing as he pressed his thump against the slit.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Like it so much hyung. More.”

“Yeah, let me just-:”

Taehyung used his other hand to push down his own boxers, freeing his cock before he leaned back down and took both of them into one hand. His breath stuttered at the feeling of them pressed together and Jungkook brought down his own hand, wrapping it around the two of them.

Their shaky breaths collided as they began to fuck against each other, chasing their pleasure together.

Taehyung couldn’t help but notice how quickly Jungkook started to look close to finishing. His body was deliciously sweaty, and his movements had become rushed and uncontrolled.

“Hyung I’m so close!”

Taehyung sat back up on his haunches which allowed him to enjoy the full view of Jungkook’s naked body, flushed from pleasure and perfectly desperate.

“Fuck you look so good like this baby,” “Let hyung see you touch yourself.”
“Wanna see you come too Hyung.”

“I will, you just look so good like this, its driving me insane.”

Jungkook hesitated for a second, his eyes searching for something in Taehyung’s. “You could…”

Taehyung followed Jungkook’s line of sight and right there, held up by how Jungkook’s leg was still resting on the back of the couch, was Jungkook foot.

Taehyung’s whole body twitched as he realised what Jungkook wanted him to do.

“Are you, Koo, are you sure.”

“Hyung, want you to. Make yourself feel good. Take what you want.”

If Jungkook had been the one closest to coming before then now it was Taehyung. Stroking his cock slowly he leaned back further until he was right beside where Jungkook’s foot was resting. He was hyper aware of the fact that Jungkook was watching him but it wasn’t uncomfortable like Taehyung would have feared. Instead it was clear how much Jungkook was getting off on Taehyung getting off to his body. It was intoxicating.

With permission to finally act on his urges, Taehyung didn’t hold back. With his free hand he reached out to let his hand wrap around Jungkook’s foot. There was only a small kick to show that Jungkook was ticklish but otherwise he held completely still as Taehyung let his thumb dig into the soft skin.

Taehyung felt his grip tighten around his cock as he continued to stroke slowly, his eyes fixed on the arch of Jungkook’s foot. There was something so unexplainably erotic about how soft the skin was and how the muscles moved along with his manipulations. It was so thrilling. The rush of finally getting what he had been craving in secret, of breaking the taboo and allowing himself to get off to it and the fact that Jungkook clearly found his pleasure equally as arousing.

“I need…”

“Fuck, hyung. Do it, please I’m gonna come.”

With permission there was nothing left to stop Taehyung as he let go of his last inhibitions and lifted Jungkook’s foot slowly, holding it higher. Beneath him Jungkook was speaking, his body tensing while he cried out in pleasure, but Taehyung didn’t hear any of it as he brought the foot to his mouth and pressed his tongue against the soft skin.

Taehyung heard himself whine as his hand tightened around himself and perhaps being struck by lightning would have been less intense than the feeling that filled him then. Rationally, Taehyung knew that he was coming, that his orgasm was crashing over him as he breathed against tender and taboo flesh, but the feeling was so strong that it felt like nothing he had ever tried before. White spots filled his vision and his whole body shuddered, hips thrusting uselessly as his cum landed all over Jungkook’s body.

It took too much brainpower for Taehyung to simple let himself fall into Jungkook’s waiting arms where he could do nothing but breathe and let the periodical twitches run their course as the after waves of his orgasm slowly trickled in. Taehyung lay there, basking in silence while Jungkook slowly caressed his skin, allowing Taehyung a chance to come back to his senses.

When Taehyung finally had enough brain function to reach out and grab the banket by their heads and throw it over their naked bodies, Jungkook broke the silence.

“Well. I was surprisingly into that.”

Taehyung shrugged. “Yeah. Me too.” There was no point in trying to hide.
“No shit, you don’t say?”

“Quiet dude,” Taehyung mumbled and turned his head so that he was face down in between Jungkook’s pectorals.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me while I’m fantasising about fucking you.”

Taehyung’s head instantly shot up. “Really?”

“Really really.”

“Damn.”

“s that a positive?” Jungkook asked even as he was smiling widely and let his hand run through Taehyung’s hair.

“Yes. Big time.”

“Cool.” Jungkook blushed as he said it and Taehyung couldn’t help but stare.

“Wanna go on a date too, or is that too far?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “You just sucked my toe, I’m down for anything.”