Thread by @_moon_miles

Genius chemistry professor, Taehyung who’s only 22 and already teaching in a university because he’s skipped grades and well, is genius. He ends his lecture one day and asks, “Any questions?” There’s only murmurs of no till someone says, “Yeah, are you single?”
#taekookau

“Who was that?” Taehyung asks, frozen in his spot. “That’ll be me,” a boy answers, raising his hand and waving it a bit without a pinch of guilt or regret on his face. “Stay back after everyone’s left,” Taehyung says calmly while arranging his desk nonchalantly.

While everyone leaves slowly, Taehyung sits on his chair and taps his fingers over the surface of his desk calmly as if he isn’t furious and agitated. When the boy does walk up to him as soon the the hall is empty, Taehyung grits his teeth. “What’s your name?” “Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk smirks a bit, places his palms on Taehyung’s desk and cranes his neck towards rhe older. “So, are you?” Taehyung looks up. “Am I what?” Jeongguk chuckles. “Are you single?” The older stands up, the chair making an ugly sound as it’s pushed back and glares at Jeongguk.

“Jeongguk what?” Taehyung asks. “What?” “First, you’re to call me ‘Sir’,” Taehyung snaps. “Second, your full name, like a proper student.” Jeongguk straightens his posture, slightly intimidated by the firmness in Taehyung’s voice. “Jeon Jeongguk...sir.”

“Well, Mr.Jeon,” Taehyung starts, adjusting the glasses on his nose. “You will behave yourself in class, or I will have to report you to the authorities. Or I could just fail you if you annoy me too much.” “Okay,” Jeongguk says, noticing the slight whine in his professor’s voice.

“Now, if I’ve made myself clear, you can leave.” Jeongguk nods and is almost out of the door, but stops suddenly. “Are you homophobic or just straight and uncomfortable with this stuff?” Taehyung looks at Jeongguk, his ears red. “That’s my personal life. Leave, Mr Jeon.” He does.

Jeongguk is back again in Chem 353 the next day and Taehyung is at the end of a lecture again. “Before you leave, I want to make it clear that teacher-student relationships are strictly forbidden here, and so are any jokes related to it. Thank you. You’re dismissed.”

Jeongguk waits for the students to clear out before he comes face to face with Taehyung, a smirk adorning his face. “Yes, Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung smiles curtly. “Come to apologise, I assume?” Jeongguk chuckles. “Actually, I’ve come to tell you that you’re so full of shit.”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung stands up and scowls. “You heard me,” Jeongguk smirks. “But you can’t fool me. You think I didn’t notice how you’re all whiny and bothered by this situation? I’ve been in your class for two months and I’ve never seen you this way. Can’t fool me, Professor.”

Taehyung blanches. “How dare you-“ “Come on, now,” Jeongguk says, and he’s honest to God praying that his instincts are right about the situation. He moves closer to Taehyung, his right arm on the desk, left on the chair, and Taehyung trapped right in between.

“Mr. Jeon...” Taehyung trails off, eyes wide and unsure. “Yes, sir,” Gguk whispers and moves closer, looking down at the older. Hes too close, and Taehyung can feel the warmth of his breath, but he doesn’t move away, and that’s all the confirmation Gguk needs before he walks out.

The next day, it’s almost like Taehyung’s waiting for him after class. “Mr. Jeon,” he says with a tight smile when Jeongguk shows up and his desk. “I’m sorry, Sir,” Jeongguk mumbles as looks down at the ground. “What? Why?” Taehyung asks with a frown and stands up.

“So you aren’t mad,” Jeongguk smirks. Taehyung’s eyes widen comically, his face flushing red. “What do you mean? Of course, I am!” He babbles. “Sure, you are.” And Taehyung’s trapped between Jeongguk’s arms again, this time against the green board.

Taehyung’s breath hitches in anticipation, but Jeongguk only looks down at him. “You’ve never been touched before, have you?” The older reddens and looks away. “Of course, I have...” Jeongguk laughs, his voice loud and lively. “Fucking hell, you haven’t.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Jeongguk asks, eyes hooded. Taehyung shivers at his words, and at the look on his face. Jeongguk looks drunk, and the fact that it’s because of Taehyung makes the olders’ chest tighten with pride. But he remains silent, looking up at Jeongguk’s lips.

“I won’t touch you unless you ask me to,” Jeongguk says and Taheyung almost whines when he starts moving away. “No,” the older chokes out. “Please...” Jeongguk moves closer, but doesn’t make any contact. “Please what?” Taehyung takes a deep breath and bites his lip. “Kiss me.”

Jeongguk moves closer to Taehyung, and the older man is so frustrated by the situation. He hates how Jeongguk teases him, his lips hovering hardly a centimetre over Taehyung’s.
“Please,” he feels his pride shake, but when Jeongguk finally presses his lips against his, he melts.

The kiss is hesitant at first. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do, so he grips the lower edge of the green board behind him to ground himself. Jeongguk takes the lead, pulling Taehyung closer by his waist and nipping at his lower lip gently. No sooner than Taehyung opens his mouth-

Jeongguk pushes his tongue in, and moments later, the kiss turns open mouthed, sloppy and the older man is whimpering into Jeongguk’s mouth, who growls low in his throat in return and presses against him harder.
Taehyung feels lightheaded, and he holds on to Jeongguk for support.

They’re both so caught up in the heat of the moment that when there’s a knock on the door, Taehyung pushes Jeongguk off him and straightens himself hastily.
“Yes!” Taehyung knows his voice sounds abnormally high pitched, and bites his lip, trying to calm his senses.

The door open and a student walks in, a smile on her face and starts rambling about something related to ethers.
Meanwhile, Jeongguk makes himself comfortable on a desk, swinging his legs and eyeing Taehyung who tries is best(and fails) to avoid his gaze. The tension is thick.

The student leaves in less than ten minutes, but Taehyung feels like they’re hours, especially when Jeongguk sits on the front desk, his face so cocky and eyes him like he’s a feast, and Jeongguk’s starving. He winks at the older, which only results in him looking stiff as fuck.

As soon as the door closes behind, in Jeongguk’s words, the cockblocker, Jeongguk picks Taehyung up and places him on his desk. Taehyung lets out a squeak and holds onto Jeongguk, and this time, he wants so much more.
“So it’s established then,” Jeongguk whispers,”You’re a liar.”

“Not homophobic either,” Jeongguk snickers and then he’s out the door, leaving Taehyung flustered on the desk. Taehyung doesn’t know where this is going to go, and he’s not sure he even wants to. So he waits.

A few days pass, and Jeongguk always stays behind to give him his ‘daily kisses’. On weekends, Taehyung can’t do much expect miss the other, and sometimes he wonders what would make Jeongguk go all the way with him.
It doesn’t take long before he finds out.

“Tae,” the Physics Professor shows up before one of Taehyung’s lectures. Jimin had always liked Taehyung, it was common knowledge among the teachers, students and the staff in the University. Everyone knew. How couldn’t they when he left him those beautiful roses every Monday?

“I got you pink ones today,” Jimin smiles so beautifully, it makes Taehyung’s heart ache because he knows he’ll never love him back, and so does Jimin. He waits regardless.
“Thank you, Chim.” They’d been friends since middle school, and that kind of a bond was difficult to find.

Jimin asks him out to dinner, and Taehyung, like ever other Monday, agrees. Unlike the other Mondays though, Jimin pauses this time and places his hand on Taehyung’s neck, smiling gently. “I hope you know what I’m feeling...because I can’t tell you again.” “I know.”

Jimin is looking at Taehyung intently when the door flies open behind them, and a flurry of students rush in. Jimin, though, makes no effort to remove his hand from Taehyung’s neck, and the latter stands frozen, watching the students giggle until his eyes meet Jeongguks.

Taehyung moves away from Jimin’s touch immediately, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he smiles, leans towards Taehyung and whispers,“Six, as usual. I’ll be waiting,” and walks out. This time when Taehyung looks, Jeongguk’s on his seat staring at him. If looks could kill...

Jeongguk, of course, hadn’t expected anything out of Taehyung. But when he’d walked in and seen that dwarf of a man touching Taehyung, he’d been jealous. He doesn’t lie to himself. Ever.
The girls in front of him whisper excitedly, and Jeongguk wants to punch something.

“Professor Park and Professor Kim would look so good together,” one says. “Professor Park has always had it bad for Professor Kim,” another giggles and on goes their stupid discussion about stupid Professor Park and a stupid ship, what has this got to do with ships anyway?!

Jeongguk is restless, and by the way Taehyung avoids the formers eyes and stutters when he does catch them, he knows the latter is too. He doesn’t participate much in this one, watching silently even when he knows an answer, unlike his usual self.

Jeongguk has always participated in Chemistry class because: a) he was good at it, b) he liked asking insufferable questions and c) this was Kim Taehyung’s class. So when he doesn’t raise his hand or question Taehyung’s mistakes(which is purposefully makes), Taehyung notices.

So when Taehyung calls on Jeongguk(only after asking everyone, and nobody gave a yseful answer), the younger grits his teeth and smiles. “Mr. Jeon, can you tell me why the rate of this reaction decreased?” Jeongguk rolls his eyes because how the fuck can nobody answer that?

“ATP,” Jeongguk says. “It acts as the inhibitor and decreases the rate of reaction, much like a reverse catalyst.” He pauses. “It’s exactly how it is for humans, you know. You have some stupid inhibitors in your life that ruin important reactions and that’s why inhibitors suck.”

“Actually,” a student chimes in. “Aren’t enzyme inhibitors important and used in pharmac-“ Jeongguk glares at her. “No one asked you,” he snaps. The girl scowls. “Well, I’m in class and I can answer as I wish, especially to correct someone’s wrong knowledge.” Taehyung sighs.

“Where was your stupid fucking knowledge when he asked you to answer the actual question?” Taehyung should’ve known this would happen if Jeongguk was pissed. He pretty much scared the shit out of the older on a daily basis. “Remember to bring your assignments. Class dismissed.”

The hall is empty within a few minutes, but feels like an eternity to Taehyung who leans nervously on his desk and waits for Jeongguk to say something. The younger, though, walks towards the door. “What are you-“ Taehyung stops when he turns around. “Ensuring zero interruptions.”

Jeongguk walks towards Taehyung, the door locked behind him, and he’s pretty sure he hears Taehyung gulp. “What was Park doing here?” Jeongguk asks when he stops inches away from the other, placing one hand on the desk beside Taehyung’s body. “Why was he so close to you?”

Taehyung leans away from Jeongguk, avoiding his gaze. “He just came to give me those flowers...and ask me to dinner.” Jeongguk smirks, holding Taehyung’s chin and turning his face towards his own. “Look at me,” he says. Taehyung does, a little hesitantly.

“You’re going to have a very nice dinner, and I’m going to make sure you’re going to be thinking about me, babe.” He pulls Taehyung’s glasses off and places them on one of the student desks, gathers the books and sheets on Taehyung’s desk and places them near the glasses.

Jeongguks leans in and whispers into Taehyung’s ear, and the latter is sure he feels the the hair on the back of his neck raise painfully. “Just thinking about how I’m going to be the first to fuck you makes me hard.” And then he kisses Taehyung, while pulling off his shirt.

They kiss, and Taehyung doesn’t even understand how he’s undressed so quickly. He lies with his back on the desk and whimpers when Jeongguk pulls down his boxer briefs, gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turn white. “I want you to be very noisy for me, baby.”

“But...I don’t have a...you know...” Taehyung mumbles. “What, a condom? I do.” Taehyung nods and bites his lower lip. “Suck,” Jeongguk says, placing his index and middle finger against Taehyung’s mouth. The older looks at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

Jeongguk chuckles and pulls Taehyung’s hand toward his mouth, and encloses his lips around two fingers. He licks, and sucks, all the while looking right at the man below him. When he takes the fingers out, he nods at Taehyung, gesturing towards his hand. “Suck,” he repeats.

And when he does, Jeongguk’s head reels and he tries his best not to groan. The older starts with a kittenish lick to his index finger, and then he takes both digits into his mouth and Jeongguk shivers when he feels his tongue lap against his skin. He lets out a pleased sigh.

When he looks back down, Taehyung’s looking up at him with large eyes, working on his fingers and Jeongguk feels the blood rush to his cock. “You’re a fast learner, I see,” Jeongguk says. “And quite thorough too.” Taehyung, meanwhile, feels pride bloom in his chest at the praise.

Taehyung closes his eyes with he feels Jeongguk push a finger into him, his face twisting in discomfort. “Ah- Jeongguk,” he squeaks. Jeongguk kisses him, swallowing his whimpers and moans as he adds a second finger, and then a third. The process is excruciatingly slow-

but Jeongguk is a patient man. He preps the older well, sucks on his nipples, leaves beautiful clusters of nebulae on his neck and chest, and a few on his inner thighs because it’s too difficult for his to resist the soft, delicate skin there. Soon, he’s entering Taehyung.

“J-ah...Jeongguk!” Taehyung lets out a loud moan when Jeongguk starts moving once the older is adjusted to the length of his cock. “Yes, baby,” Jeongguk praises. “You’re doing so well. C’mon on, moan for me.” Taehyung does, his moans loud and whiny. Of course, Jeongguk’s pleased.

Taehyung closes his eyes, and Jeongguk stops moving. “You’re to keep looking at me when I fuck you,” Jeongguk demands. “Or I’ll stop.” “Yes, please!” Taehyung cries and grips the desk harder. Jeongguk moves again, his thrusts slow, deep, and Taehyung knows what heaven feels like.

The moans that fill the room are so filthy, Jeongguk feels like he’s high on a drug. Taehyung lies on the desk, moving with the force of Jeongguk’s thrusts and looking right at him, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and cheeks flushed with color. “So pretty,” Jeongguk mumbles-

and delivers particularly good thrust, earning a loud whine from Taehyung who looked like a sin to Jeongguk’s eyes. Jeongguk picks up the pace of his thrusts slowly, and kisses Taehyung, their tongues lapping against each others’. Jeongguk’s cock brushes against his prostate-

and Taehyung’s eyes roll back into his head as he experiences his first orgasm. His body jerks and ribbons of white spurt out of his cock, painting both their torsos. When his hole clenches around Jeongguk’s cock with the force of his orgasm, Jeongguk cums, quite surprisingly so-

because he has never cum so fast in his life, and he knows in that moment, that they hadn’t just “fucked”. They had made love, and Jeongguk feels it deep in his bones even as he sits on his couch in his room, missing Taehyung a whole four hours later. He knows he’s fucked.

Taehyung smiles sullenly. “Are you okay?” Jimin asks, concern evident in his voice. “You always enjoy our dinners, but you look distracted tonight.” Taehyung fidgets in his seat and winces when a sharp pain shoots through his back. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Somewhere, Jeongguk snorts.

The dinner is delicious, and so are Jeongguk’s lips In Taehyung’s memory. “Jimin, can you drop me home tonight? I don’t want to take the bus back home.” Jimin grins, his eyes turning endearingly small and crescent-shaped. “Finally, after all these years of saying no.”

The ride back home is uneventful, and Taehyung hopes it stays that way. Soon the car stops, and he’s thanking Jimin and stepping out of the car but stops when he feels Jimin hold the sleeve of his coat. “Are we getting somewhere?” He ask, and Taehyung suddenly wants to cry.

“I mean, does this change anything?” He pauses and resumes when Taehyung doesn’t say anything. “I’m not pressuring you, Tae. I’m not saying this because I want an answer and I don’t love you so you can love me back,” he says and the younger looks down, his heart breaking.

“I just want to tell you that I don’t want an answer. I mean, you already know this...and I just wanted to remind you that I told you I love you because I wanted you to know, and not because I expect you to love me back. I’ll probably get over this someday-

but until that day comes, please help me through this.” Taehyung whimpers, and when Jimin looks up, his nose is red and his are streaked with hot tears. He leans forward and hugs Jimin for a long time and when he pulls back, he smiles through his tears. “I’m always here, Chim.”

Another day. Another lecture. And more Jeongguk.
Taehyung thinks he’s obsessed, but he doesn’t know what Jeongguk goes through everyday when he gets back home. Sometimes he looks through Taehyung’s facebook, other times he fucks into his hand with Taehyung’s name in his lips.

“Bro,” Hoseok nods in Jeongguk’s direction and joins the group of people sitting on the lawn outside the B wing of the Science Department. “Ya know, we were at OTT, chilling and all and Professor June walks in with a dude and bro, she looked hot. I’d do her.”

Jeongguk snorts. He doesn’t knows why he’s friends with frat boys, but he is. “We chose the right place,” one of the boys, Jay says. “Have you looked at the teachers? Man, I wouldn’t mind not graduating.” “I’d do Professor Kim. The chem one. Bet he’s so fuckable under all th-“

Jeongguk doesn’t stick around to listen. He’s standing up and moving towards the building as quick as possible and he doesn’t even stop when he hears them calling out his name. He knows he doesn’t really like them, but he also dowsing know why that affected him so much.

Winter turns to spring and Jeongguk hates it. Why, you ask? Spring is a lovely season with flowers and butterflies and-
“Fucking pollen,” Jeongguk sneezes and he swears he feels his soul leave his body. Taehyung laughs, his eyes sparkling like they hold galaxies. Maybe they do.

“It’s not funny!” Jeongguk whines. “How is this funny? Your boyfriend is dying out here.” Taehyung’s grin turns into a shy smile, and Jeongguk looks at him curiously. “What?” Taehyung shakes his head. “Tell me,” the younger insists. “I’m still not used to the...word.”

Jeongguk sneezes. “It’s been a month. How much longer is it going to take-“ another sneeze, “-to get used to this, babe? Besides, it was so difficult to drag you out.” Taehyung giggles and pinches Jeongguk’s cheek. “It’s my first time, so you have to deal with it.”

“Why are you pinching my cheeks?” Jeongguk sneezes for the nth time. “Because you’re cute.” “I’m not CUTE.” The scowl on his face is comical. Taehyung laughs. “Yes, you are.” “Am I?” And then he’s tackling the older with tickles and they fall back onto the grass.

They leave the park hand in hand when the sky darkens from it’s beautiful blue to an exotic purple, and Jeongguk stops dead in his tracks suddenly. “What’s wrong, Gguk?” And then Taehyung sees it too. Jung Hoseok, he recalls, and few boys looking right at them. “Well, fuck.”

Jeongguk sits on the gang’s usual spot on the lawn and bites his lower lip nervously. Hoseok had ignored the couple and driven off in his car the previous and dropped the universally dreaded ‘we need to talk’ text, so here he sits, fidgeting away nervously.

“Jeongguk.” Hoseok is behind him, standing alone(thankfully) with his back against one of the many trees. “Hoseok,” Jeongguk breathes out, his stomach churning uncomfortably. If the older is pissed, or amused, his facial expression doesn’t give it away, and if that isn’t scary...

“Look,” Hoseok begins. “Don’t even think about lying about this.” Jeongguk stares at him. “You’re totally doing this for chem credit, aren’t you? I always knew Kim wanted to get rid of the Park guy, but I didn’t know it would go this far.” “What the fuck?” What the fuck, indeed.

“Look, bro, I spent four hours last night going over this. You know I’ve had it bad for Mr.Park ever since I saw him. Plus he’s super nice and also super hot, and also a fucking genius!” Jeongguk is very confused. “I saw Mr.Park near the park yesterday, and he looked beat-“ Fuck.

“-And I think, hey he’s probably just tired from all the work, but then I saw you with Professor KIM, and I think, woah, what the fuck? So I thought about it, and I came to the conclusion that-don’t tell me, I’m very good with deductions, I watch Sherlock-“ What the actual fuck?

“-Park likes Kim. But Kim doesn’t like Park. And you need extra credit. So Kim asks you to help him get rid of Park and you do because ‘fuck yeah, a hot man and better grades’ and you go for it. Which is why Mr.Park was so upset yesterday, and-“ he pauses and looks at Jeongguk.

“-I’m right, right?” Jeongguk weighs his options. “How do I say this, bro?” He flings an arm over his shoulder. “Sherlock ain’t got shit on you.” And then they’re walking back into the building, and Jeongguk has never felt this relieved in this life. Ever.

“Are you sleeping with him?” Jimin asks, his eyes locked to the wall. “We were just hanging out! He’s a good kid,” Taehyung lies. Jimin eyes the marks on his neck and then looks into his eyes. “Yeah? Are you going to keep lying to me? If not him, you gave you those hickeys?”

Taehyung pulls the collar of his shirt to cover the side of his neck and looks away. “Chim...” Jimin sighs. “I’m not angry, Tae. But I hope you know how bad this cpuld be if the authorities find out.” Taehyung looks up at Jimin. “I’m resigning.”

“What?” Jimin gawks. “Yes. I got another offer this year from Helena’s and I’m going to accept. The pay is more and everything is better, and I don’t know why I didn’t do it earlier.” Taehyung catches Jeongguk lurking near the door from the corner his eye. “I’ll see you.”

“You’re resigning?” Jeongguk asks, his eyes as wide as saucers. Taehyung nods hesitantly. “We...could be together.” For the first time, Taehyung is scared. What if Jeongguk thinks it’s too much? What if he feels overwhelmed and decides he doesn’t love him?

Instead, Jeongguk shakes his head. “Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Taehyung stills. “What do you mean?” “I mean, what do you mean we can be together?” Taehyung’s heart beats dangerously fast. “We love eachother and we can...date?” Jeongguk huffs. “You thought we’re in love?”

“What?” Taehyung’s voice is but a whimper, his hands shake uncontrollably and he’s a second away from breaking. “Why are you doing this, Professor? I thought we had a deal-“ Jeongguk’s voice is unusual, like it’s staged and Taehyung looks at him, confused-

“You gave me your word that you’d give me extra credit if I help you get rid of Professor Park!” Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jeongguk looks at him and gives his hand a squeeze, as if to encourage him, and nods subtly. Taehyung stammers. “Y-yeah, I know. I thought he was outside.”

“Outside, you mean eavesdropping?” Jeongguk says, as if making sure people will hear them. “I’m going to go see if he is!” He walks to the door, and in steps a boy with red hair and a bright smile. “Sir, this is my friend,” Jeongguk says, gesturing towards the red head.

“Hoseok, you already know who this man his,” Jeongguk has a nervous tinge to his voice, and Taehyung doesn’t take long it understand what’s happening. “Sir, Hoseok here knows about our little agreement and has promised not to tell anyone. He’s a man of his word.”

“Is it true you’re resigning?” Hoseok asks without a thought. “Yes, I suppose it is,” Taehyung says, his heartbeat regaining it’s normal pace. “It’s a better environment to be in, Helena’s.” “Yeah, they’ve got like three cafeterias, what the hell,” Hoseok laughs.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung says. “Let me drop you home, I have some work on the way.” They’re out of the building and in Taehyung’s car sooner than you can spell Taehyung’s name. Jeongguk receives a very hard punch. By very hard, I mean, “did-I-break-something” hard.

“You scared the FUCK out of me!” Taehyung screams. “You’re cussing. That’s bad.” Jeongguk winces at the pain in his ribs. “I’m sorry, babe. Hoseok, that fucker, he followed me all the way to your hall and that guy can NOT know, or everyone else will too.” Taehyung nods in relief.

“Are you really resigning?” Jeongguk’s voice is softer. His eyes are like chocolate, Taehyung could drown in them. “Yeah...should I not?” Jeongguk shakes his head. “If it’s more com for you, hell yeah, you should. Plus, we get to be together. Like, ACTUALLY be together.”

“So it’s not too much? You’re not freaked out about this?” Taehyung asks, poor man still isn’t out of the shock yet. “Are you kidding me?” Jeongguk huffs. “I was literally saving our asses out there. I love you, okay, don’t make me cry now-“ Taehyung kisses him.

Four months later, Taehyung lies in bed, looking at Jeongguk. The younger lies beside him, quite out breath and has the beautiful aftersex glow he always does after he’s fucked Taehyung. “Do you remember how we began dating?” Jeongguk opens his eyes, smiling softly at the older.

“You mean when you said you think you might just accept Jimin because nobody will love you like that and I sulked for a whole hour and then told you I could love you more?” Taehyung laughs. “Yeah, that.” Jeongguk leans ahead and plants a kiss on Taehyung’s head. “Do I?”

“Do you what?” “Love you better?” Jeongguk asks. It’s not one of those questions where he knows the answer already, but one of those where he really, REALLY wants to know if he makes Taehyung happy. “No one could love me more,” Taehyung wraps his around Jeongguk’s torso-

-and buries his face into his side. “I love you so much, Gguk.” He kisses Jeongguk’s side and nuzzles his face onto his skin. “I love you, Tae,” and then he’s pulling him up, so they’re facing each other. “This is kinda turning me on,” Jeongguk mutters. “Gguk,” Taehyung groans.

“Fine, I’m not ready for round two anyway,” Jeongguk says and scrunches his nose. He doesn’t know what goes through his head, but suddenly Taehyung’s straddling his and grinding himself back onto hic crotch. “Or maybe I am,” Jeongguk laughs and flips them over, so that Taehyung-

-is the one below him, and not the orher way round. The birds chirp outside in the late summer sun, and the curtains in their room billow in the breeze. Their giggles drown out the sounds outside, and finally, for the first time in his life, Taehyung is not single.

Fin.