true hearts

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/44813506.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-
Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, kim
kwan (seokjin's kiddo)
Additional Tags: taekook, Side Jihope, age gap, Explicit Sex, Smut, hookup culture,
consentual degredation, power dynamics (kinda), Bottom Jeon
Jungkook/Top Kim Taehyung | V, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Jeon
Jungkook, kookvtine, kookv, vkook, Cross-Posted on Twitter, Past
Yoonkook, side namgi, Mild Angst, Mentions of Blood, Stitches,
namjoon shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen, Temperature Play
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-02-05 Completed: 2023-02-08 Chapters: 3/3 Words:
11333

true hearts
by fndyoongi

Summary

Jungkook doesn’t mind calling himself a slut. Mostly because he is, but also because he
loves when his hookups do. Lately, tho, they’ve all been…boring…and, not to be dramatic
but…he’s kinda lost his will to fuck.

Notes

this is part of the kookvtine event on twitter. go check it out! there are some really great
one shots/small chapter fics/art/prompts <3

follow me on twitter! @sugaskookie613

 lost & found

Collapsing onto the bed, Jungkook let out a huge sigh. The guy behind him had pulled out and
tossed the used condom into the trash before flopping onto the bed.

“Fuck. That was good,” the man said, still breathing heavily.

Jungkook groaned. Thankfully, his face was turned away so when he rolled his eyes the guy didn’t
have a clue. It’s not that the sex was bad, it just wasn’t good.

Sure, he got off. And it was fine. Sufficient. Did the trick for now.

Jungkook rolled onto his side and got up to use the bathroom. When he returned, the other man was
passed out. Mouth open. Snoring.

A few moments later, he sat outside waiting for his uber. In the pouring rain. Thunder rumbling in
the distance.

When the car finally arrived, it not only drove past him before seeing him, but it drove straight
through an enormous puddle, fully drenching him from head to toe.

️ ️ ️

Jungkook never had trouble finding people to sleep with. Not to brag or anything, but he knew he
was hot when he wanted to be. Although most of the time, he wandered around campus in sweats
and a bucket hat, effectively warding off classmates.

Around his friends, he leaned into being the baby of the group. They always told him he was cute,
adorable, precious. They coddled him. Cooked for him. Cared for him.

Sometimes he wondered what it’d be like if any of them ever actually crossed the line in the care
department…but he never really got too far in that thought process because they’d all known him
since he was a little kid.

Lately, he hardly thought about sex because it had all just been so…boring. He’d go out nearly
every weekend but rarely went home with anyone. The people he did go home with were often
bland.

(Except that one girl. She was…intense. Lots of hair pulling. Lots of scratching. She marked him
up like crazy to the point where he had to use some of Jimin’s makeup to cover what his hoodie
couldn’t.

She came multiple times. He…did not. Well, he did once. But it was weak. And then he left while
she was in the shower.)

️ ️ ️

“Are you depressed?” Jimin asked him one morning while they waited for the concealer to dry
before adding some foundation over the bite marks his last date had left all over his neck.

“No?” Jungkook replied. He wasn’t. Or he didn’t think he was anyway.

“Are you sick?” Hoseok asked from the doorway. “You have been a little pale lately.”
“That’s because he lathers himself in sunscreen and never sees the light of day.” Jimin shoved the
younger gently.

“Seriously, you should come to the beach with us instead of going to the library.” Hoseok whined
as he meandered back towards their kitchen to finish packing snacks.

“I’m hungover.”

“Ok, so going to the library is your best option?” Jimin scolded. “You’re coming with us. Fuck
your summer classes.”

️ ️ ️

It was hot out. The beach. The sand. The coffee the guy handed him even though he’d ordered an
iced americano…

“Cutie wrote his number on the cup!” Jimin winked.

“It probably would’ve worked if he’d given me what I ordered.” Jungkook took a sip of the coffee
and shook his head from the bitterness.

“You’re such a little hoe bag,” Hoseok cackled as he rubbed sunscreen onto Jungkook’s back.

“Am not!”

Jimin and Hoseok both paused what they were doing to look at him.

“I literally just covered up your entire neck because the dude you fucked last night was clearly
teething.”

“Ew, never say that again.”

“Then learn to tell these people to cut it out.”

“You’re one to talk,” Hoseok teased.

“At least you leave them in discreet places.” Jimin turned up his nose.

“Only because you won’t let me otherwise!”

“Ok, that’s enough from both of you,” Jungkook plugged his ears. “It’s bad enough I have to hear
you guys damn near every night.”

“Aww, is our little Kookie jealous?”

“I am actually! Everything’s been so boring. I think I’m gonna be celibate for a while.”

“Ha! Good luck with that.”

️ ️ ️

Two months later, Jungkook rushed through campus, already late on the first day of his fall term.
This professor was known for being an ass about tardiness, even going so far as kicking students
out for the day if they turned up late.

Breathless and heart pounding, he slid into the lecture hall just as his professor began calling
attendance.

“Jeon Jungkook,” the baritone voice floated over the sounds of rustling books and papers and bags.
Jungkook waved to acknowledge but didn’t look up from his computer.

“I’m sure you’ve heard I’m rather strict on attendance.” The professor began once everyone had
been accounted for. “Apparently, some kids complained too much last term. So instead of them
being told to come in on time, I’m supposed to relax. Good luck with that.”

The class laughed quietly but Jungkook froze in his chair. Not only was he finally taking a good
look at his professor (hello hot, gorgeous, stunning), but the older man was taking a good look right
back at him…and he’d clearly quirked an eyebrow in Jungkook’s direction.

He slumped down into his seat in the attempt to make himself smaller. He even pulled his bucket
hat back onto his head and down over his eyes.

️ ️ ️

“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, young man?” Hoseok asked the following
week.

“Uh, to class?” Jungkook said, innocently.

“Mhmm. And when did our Kookie get so hot so early on a Tuesday morning?” Jimin pushed past
Hoseok to crowd the youngest between himself and the open fridge door. “You even have cologne
on.”

“Fuck me for wanting to look nice, damn!” Jungkook defended.

“We know that’s your endgame but who is it? Careful if it’s a direct classmate. You have to see
them every day for the rest of term.”

Hoseok was right about the everyday but wrong about the classmate. Jungkook knew this was
problematic but he didn’t give two shits. Professor Kim was the first person he’d seen in ages
who’d stirred the fire in his gut and Jungkook knew it was a bad idea and yet…

️ ️ ️

Jungkook arrived ten minutes early and sat up towards the front but still at the end of the aisle. He
wanted to be sure that when Professor Kim looked at him, he made it a point to look in his
direction.

Surprisingly, nobody else was in the lecture hall yet. He got himself fully set up and pretended to
busy himself with other homework. His palms were sweating and his anxiety spiked the second the
door opened.

“Ah, Jungkook. Nice to see you’ve arrived on time today.”

“Good morning, Professor Kim.” Jungkook waited to smile until he locked eyes with the older
man. He felt his stomach swoop. The older man had dyed his hair a dusty blond and it blended so
perfectly with his roots and strong eyebrows and nose and jawline and boxy smile and fuck
Jungkook was staring.

He dropped his eyes to his textbook. Professor Kim chuckled.

 ️ ️ ️

Over the next few weeks, that became their routine. Sometimes Jungkook would add in a little
“you look nice” or “I love your shirt” or “that hairstyle really suits you” and every time, Professor
Kim would smile and thank him.

Jungkook made it a point to stop by Professor Kim’s office hours regardless of the fact that he
understood the material perfectly. He’d float in quietly, ask a silly question that he could probably
just google, and then make small talk before floating away. Always taking care to leave a soft
smile.

️ ️ ️

“Hot damn, still playing the game, huh?” Hoseok asked the week before midterm exams.

“Oing?” Jungkook mumbled with a mouthful of granola bar.

“This whole look-hot-for-some-hottie,” Hoseok gestured up and down the length of Jungkook’s
body. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving it. But I’m so curious.”

Jungkook plopped himself down at the table.

“I don’t get it. Nothing I do is working.” He whined. “I keep flirting and posturing and whatever
else I can think of but he just won’t budge. I think I’ve lost my touch.”

Hoseok chuckled in his sleep deprived deep voice. “Babe, you haven’t lost it. Maybe you just
found someone who doesn’t succumb to your doe eyes like everyone else does.”

Jungkook dropped his head onto the table and let out an exasperated groan.

️ ️ ️

The Saturday before midterms, Jungkook went out. He’d been so good at keeping to his celibate
streak but fucking himself on his dildos just wasn’t cutting it anymore. He needed someone
gripping onto him, crying under him or over him. And his frustration over this whole Seduce
Professor Kim project was at a breaking point.

The club was loud and already smelled of body odor mixed with cheap cologne. His combat boots
stuck to the floor as he walked around to the bar and with each step, he grew less and less
determined. Less and less horny.

He left after two drinks.

️ ️ ️

Tuesday morning he woke up late. His head was pounding with a study hangover and his whole
body felt fuzzy from having woken up in the middle of a sleep cycle.

Thoughtlessly, he threw on some dark jeans, a t-shirt, and an oversized, pastel blue sweater.

“Awww going for the baby look today.” Jimin cooed and pinched Jungkook’s cheeks. “I was
wondering when you’d pull this look.”

“Hush.” Jungkook swatted at the hand on his face. “I’m not playing it today.”

“Okay grumpy pants. But when it works, I’ll tell you I told you so.” Jimin smirked as he left the
kitchen.

️ ️ ️

Despite waking late, Jungkook still made it to the lecture hall ten minutes early and slid into his
usual spot. Professor Kim was already there, typing away on his laptop, glasses partway down his
nose.

Jungkook opened his bag, found his pens…and no blue book.

“Fuck me,” he whispered but it echoed just enough through the hall.

“Good morning to you too,” Professor Kim finally looked up from the desk.

“I forgot a blue book,” Jungkook whined. He checked the time on his phone. “If I can run to the
student store and back, will you please let me be late?”

“No.” Professor Kim rustled through his own bag. “Here, someone always forgets so I always
bring an extra.”

“God, I’m glad I came early. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” A pause. “For the record, you look very cute today.”

Jungkook choked on his water and never got the chance to reply because the lecture hall had begun
to fill up with other students. He didn’t miss the smirk on the older man’s face. He didn’t miss the
subtle wink as he handed out the exams. He didn’t miss the way his own brain short circuited over
the fact that this was the first time Professor Kim had ever complimented him…maybe Jimin was
right…

️ ️ ️

The second half of term, Jungkook mixed it up just to test this theory. He oscillated between cute
and hot. Confirmed: cute always garnered praise, hot garnered longer eye contact.

The second half of term, Jungkook struggled with the subject matter. He went to office hours with
real questions he couldn’t google and sat around having actual discussions about said topics.

It was a problem.

Not only was he flustered by Professor Kim’s praises but he was flustered by the man’s depth of
knowledge. He actually wanted to suck his dick and listen to him go on about his latest research.
He kinda wanted to do both at the same time.

️ ️ ️

“I have a policy that if you have a 3.9 or higher in my class, you do not need to take the final.
However, if you wish to do so, I won’t stop you.” Professor Kim announced the last day before
finals week. “And if you have to ask if you qualify for this exception, the answer is that you
probably don’t.”

Jungkook knew he qualified and his heart sank that this would be the last class he’d have with
Professor Kim. Part of him wanted to take the final just to see him again, but that would be
pointless.

Instead, at the end of lecture, he waited for all the other students to ask their remaining questions.
“Will you be holding office hours next week still?” He approached the desk, acutely aware of how
he leaned forward on his sweater paws and tilted his head.

“I won’t, but you’re always more than welcome to swing by during those hours.” The man stared
him down from across the desk. Jungkook’s stomach flipped, his breath caught slightly in his
throat, a blush and shy smile grew.

“Ok,” he said quietly before leaving. “Thanks for a good semester.”

️ ️ ️

Jungkook checked his phone again when he saw that Professor Kim’s office door was shut.
Normally, his door was wide open. Inviting. Expectant of students.

He’d taken a risk. A huge risk. And he suddenly felt incredibly foolish.

He adjusted his backpack over his one shoulder and knocked.

“It’s open.”

Jungkook took one last deep breath before turning the handle and pushing his head past the door.

“Ah, Jungkook-ah. I was wondering if you were coming to see me.”

Jungkook stepped fully into the room, nerves flaring, heart racing.

“And your reason for changing?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “What?”

Professor Kim pointed to his window, “I always see you coming.”

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. He tugged at the hem of his oversized sweater, felt his bare legs
rub together underneath the mini skirt he’d changed into just down the hall, the weight of his boots
suddenly too much.

He’d never considered that anyone ever noticed him, let alone that the older man would have
spotted him on today of all days.

Professor Kim rounded his desk and leaned back onto it, sitting slightly, crossing his legs at his
ankles and his arms across his chest.

Every ounce of bravery melted right out of Jungkook’s body. The man’s long legs, the top two
buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up his forearms…Jungkook was gone but he couldn’t do a
singular thing about it. So much for thinking he could bag anyone.

The silence between them seemingly stretched for so long that Jungkook actually considered
turning around and leaving.

Then a knock on the door and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“In a meeting.” Professor Kim said sternly, never once breaking eye contact with Jungkook.

“Just wanted to tell you I was heading out.” The voice mumbled on the other side of the door.

“Sounds good,” the older replied. He paused a moment before standing. He took two long strides to
the door and locked it.

“Now, do you mind telling me why you changed?”

Jungkook fumbled internally. Never once had he been left speechless like this. He swallowed
dryly.

“Hyung,” he said before he could stop himself. His eyes widened.

The other stepped forward. “Never said you could call me that.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Jungkook’s breath faltered when the other stepped impossibly closer.

“I’m still your professor.”

“I know.”

“I could fail you.”

“Don’t care.”

“We could get into serious trouble.”

“Make it worth it.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?”

Jungkook nodded, felt his confidence growing. He reached out to pull on the collar of the other’s
shirt but a hand on his wrist stopped him.

“I don’t do casual.”

“Ok.”

“If we do this, you give me permission to expect some form of commitment from you. I don’t want
a little slut who sleeps around with just anyone.”

“What if I’m a little slut who just sleeps around with you?”

Jungkook smiled when he noticed the man’s eyes darken.

“Taehyung. You can call me Taehyung or hyung.”

“Call me your little slut and I’ll call you whatever you want.” Jungkook’s other hand cupped
Taehyung, rubbed enough to feel him already half hard, pulled a puff of breath from his lungs.

Taehyung dropped his hold on Jungkook’s wrist and pulled him by his waist. Their breaths
mingled for a moment before Jungkook closed the gap, pressed his full body flush against
Taehyung’s, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Taehyung’s hands slid up underneath Jungkook’s sweater and it made the younger tremble. He felt
a rush of heat to his groin, his head emptied of everything except pure need. He groaned when
Taehyung thumbed a nipple.

Their kiss deepened, tongues exploring each other, lips bruising.

“If I fuck you here, can you promise me you’ll be quiet?” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s
mouth.

“Promise.”

Taehyung ran his hands down Jungkook’s back, down to his ass and grabbed. He pulled Jungkook
forward with him while he backed around the desk. The younger stumbled just a bit, giggled into
the kiss as he clung to Taehyung’s forearms.

“Turn around and bend over.”

Jungkook smirked and did as he was told.

“You never answered my question.” Taehyung said and Jungkook could hear a chair dragging
across the floor. “Why’d you change?”

Jungkook arched his back and pushed his ass further. “For you,” his words turned into a groan
when he felt Taehyung suck a mark on the back of his thigh just below the curve of his ass.

He turned his head to look back and saw the way Taehyung sat in his chair and licked his lips. He
ran his hands all over Jungkook’s toned thighs, squeezed his ass, pushed his fingers under the band
of his lace underwear.

“Even wore something pretty for me? You are a slut, aren’t you? Thinking you can walk into my
office like this?”

“But it worked, didn’t it?” Jungkook wiggled his hips.

“Fuck, it would’ve worked any of the times you came in here.”

“You mean I spent all semester trying to seduce you when we could’ve been doing this all along?”

A loud slap rang through the room and Jungkook dropped his face onto the desk with a moan. His
ass stung.

This. This is what he’d been missing.

Taehyung pulled the panties to the side, licked and kissed his way from the reddening hand print to
Jungkook’s hole.

“Hold yourself open for me,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook pushed himself even further back as he gripped his own ass. Taehyung moaned behind
him.

“God, you’re even pretty from this angle,” Taehyung dove in, pushed his tongue despite initial
resistance from the tight muscle.

Jungkook relaxed into the wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth and did his best not to make too much
noise. He heard a drawer open and a bottle cap open.

“Fuck your students a lot, huh? Need to keep it on hand?” He teased breathlessly.

“No. But I did have one student who created quite a problem for me this term.”

“Was your hand not enough and that’s why you’re saying yes to me now?”
Another loud slap rang through the office. Jungkook dropped his grip from himself and braced
himself up onto his hands.

“You’ve got a mouth on you.”

“Wanna know how I use it?”

“Not today, baby. Now be quiet, you promised.”

Jungkook felt a finger push into him. Slow. Deep on the first go. He tilted his head forward,
exhaled loudly to prevent himself from moaning.

“So tight for me. I’m shocked. Figured a whore like you would open right up.” Taehyung added a
second finger. Curled and scissored Jungkook open, uttering praises for every time Jungkook
stifled a whimper.

Jungkook did his best to breathe deeply. He did his best to keep himself standing upright when his
knees just wanted to collapse from pleasure. His cock was hard, leaking, begging to be touched. He
pushed his hips down onto the desk looking for relief from the pressure.

“No you don’t,” Taehyung pulled Jungkook’s hips up and away. “Not all over your classmates'
exams. That would be unfortunate.”

Jungkook heard a buckle being undone and a zipper being unzipped. Taehyung removed his
fingers and a muffled whine left Jungkook’s throat.

“You promised,” Taehyung hushed him and Jungkook nodded his head, dropping his forehead
onto his arms. The cold air on his wet hole was driving him crazy. He pushed back in search of
something, anything, specifically one thing.

And Taehyung gave it to him.

He pushed in slow but steady and Jungkook’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool dripped onto
the papers beneath him.

Taehyung gripped a fistful of hair, pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He growled when he repeated the motion and Jungkook gasped for air.
“Knew you would be.” He slammed in again. “The second you walked into my classroom.” Again.
“You and your doe eyes.” Again. “Pretty pink lips.” Again.

“P-please, hyung, faster,” Jungkook panted. He really was doing his best to keep quiet but with the
way his belly was stirring and the way his cock was throbbing and the way his hole was clenching,
he didn’t think he’d keep his promise.

“Faster? What about harder?” Taehyung slammed into him again and Jungkook cried out.

“Fuck. I don’t…fingers, please,” Jungkook opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Taehyung
gave him two fingers and he sucked immediately.

“My little slut just doing his best, huh? I guess I should reward you then.” Taehyung picked up his
pace, slamming repeatedly into the younger.

Jungkook nearly choked on Taehyung’s long fingers. His neck craned awkwardly to try and keep
them fully in his mouth but the way he was being pounded into the desk made it difficult. He was
drooling all over everything. He felt it on his chin, doing down his neck, he heard it dripping onto
the papers, he figured it was even running down Taehyung’s hand.

And he didn’t give a shit about any of it.

At some point, Taehyung removed his fingers and Jungkook felt both hands gripping and pulling
his hips up off the desk. Taehyung made him take a step back and Jungkook no longer had much to
hold onto anymore. He clasped the edge of the desk as Taehyung kept thrusting into him at a brutal
pace. He felt a slick hand wrap around his cock, pumping him at the same rhythm.

The new angle hit right on his prostate and Jungkook could do nothing but take it. His mouth fell
open into a silent ‘o’, his head dropped, his knees threatened to buckle, his whole body tensed and
he came all over the top of Taehyung’s desk and his skirt that had bunched in front of him.

Taehyung paid no mind to Jungkook’s now oversensitive nerves, no mind to his wrecked hole, no
mind to the fact that Jungkook was unable to keep quiet. He chased his own high, relentless,
greedy.

“Fucking shit,” Taehyung said as he released into the condom. Jungkook whimpered when the
thrusts stopped and Taehyung ran his hands over Jungkook’s sweaty back and chest.

The older leaned forward and kissed the nape of his neck and Jungkook arched into the affection.

Pulling out and tossing the used condom into the trashed, Taehyung reached for the younger and
dragged him into his lap in his chair.

“You were so good. So perfect.” Taehyung kissed Junkook’s neck and adam’s apple, along his jaw
and guided his head down into a proper kiss.

They kissed lazily for a few minutes, Taehyung rubbing soothing circles along Jungkook’s back.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said after a while.

“For what?”

“I ruined it,” Jungkook pointed to the mess on Taehyung’s desk.

The older man tilted his head back and laughed. “I guess everyone gets A’s then.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you.”
 beyond my imagination
Chapter Summary

Jungkook finally managed to bag Professor Kim…but only after the fact did he realize
he’d agreed to something NOT casual. Unsure of himself and anxious about his past,
Jungkook decided to give himself a chance.

Chapter Notes

i just had too much fun writing them last go around. this part isn't as spicy. but we'll
see them another time or two after this as well. :)

also, pls read updated tags 3

thank you to everyone reading and commenting! hopefully i do right by these two.

follow me on twitter! @sugaskookie613

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Jimin said from the couch later that night.

Jungkook smirked from the entryway and wandered into the kitchen to put his leftovers in the
fridge. Taehyung had insisted on taking him to dinner after their little rendezvous and he was still
floating from how the older man had feverishly kissed him in the car before saying goodnight.

“Ok. So. Swollen lips. Glossy eyes. Bit of a limp.” Hoseok analyzed. “I’m guessing you finally
won?”

Jungkook plopped onto the couch, nodded happily, and closed his eyes.

“No, no you can’t just come in here and nap. What the heck happened?” Jimin poked him
aggressively and JK cackled brightly.

“He’s so hot, guys. I’m still in shock, okay?”

“Damn. That good, huh?” Hoseok shoved himself between Jungkook and the arm of the couch.

Jungkook nodded again, unable to contain his smile.

“Are you gonna tell us who it is now? You’ve never kept a secret like this before.”

Jungkook shrugged, “Can’t yet.”

“I’m sorry what now?” Jimin sat up straight. “If this dude is making you keep secrets already…”

“He’s not making me keep secrets, Jiminie. I just want to be sure it’s gonna work.”

“Aw, our Jungkookie is serious about this one!” Hoseok chimed. “Whoever it is made you play the
long game and now you’re down bad.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” Jungkooks smile only grew. “I’m gonna go to bed though. He wore me
out.”

The other two teased him until they heard him shut his bedroom door and he giggled into his
pillow for the first time in ages.

It wasn’t until he was up and moving the next morning that it sunk in what exactly he’d signed up
for. It’s not that he blindly said yes when Taehyung mentioned he doesn’t do casual. It’s not that
they hadn’t spent enough time together to know whether or not they could carry on a conversation
or if they were comfortable with one another. Granted, it’s not like they’d actually been on dates or
had informal, non-academic related, meetings (aside from their dinner the night before), but
Jungkook could feel it in his bones that Taehyung was a good man.

And it scared him.

Not because he’d been with terrible people before. But because he himself had been the terrible
person. His first boyfriend, Yoongi, had been so kind, so warm, so inviting, and all Jungkook
managed to do was screw up time and again. Always forgetting their dates, never remembering
anniversaries, consistently hanging out with his own friends instead of spending time with Yoongi.

Eventually, Yoongi simply stopped coming around. It wasn’t until Jungkook realized in the middle
of a house party, that not only had he gone to the party alone, but he hadn’t even thought to invite
his own boyfriend.

They were young, sure. They were both busy, yes. But it didn’t excuse Jungkook’s behavior. He’d
immediately left that house party and ran all the way to Yoongi’s place, keyed in the code, and
found his boyfriend curled up under the covers, crying. Someone had sent him a picture of JK at
the party, not doing anything inappropriate, but simply there, enjoying his time…without even a
thought towards Yoongi…on their one year anniversary.

Two hearts broke that night. They cried together. Jungkook apologizing profusely, promising to be
better, do better. Yoongi telling him no, Jungkook’d had all the chances before and no, he couldn’t
give him any more.

It was awful. Everything about it. The guilt, the regret, the sudden glaring emptiness in Jungkook’s
life. They’d been friends long before they got together and Jungkook had assumed it would always
be the two of them against the world. And in truth, it probably would have been…

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

He spent the rest of his finals week stressing over his remaining exams and selecting his final
semester of classes. He and Taehyung texted regularly, even video chatted on Thursday night
before Taehyung went to bed (Jungkook had zero plans of sleeping that night, hello stress
studying).

They’d planned a date for Saturday afternoon 1) so they could both focus on the remainder of the
week 2) Jungkook was going home for the holidays early Sunday morning and he knew he’d wait
until the last minute to pack.

“Yoongi and Namjoon are coming over tonight for dinner,” Jimin reminded him Friday morning as
he was heading out to his last set of exams.
Jungkook feigned excitement while his heart turned sour at the mention of Yoongi’s name. They’d
worked really hard at reestablishing their friendship over the years. Yoongi and Namjoon had
gotten together shortly after their breakup and Jungkook genuinely liked Namjoon and knew the
pair fit well together.

In so many ways, he was over Yoongi but he’d only recently realized that he’d been punishing
himself all this time by denying true connections with the people around him. He’d mentioned it to
Jimin and Hoseok at some point during the summer shortly after he decided to sit out the hookup
circuit for a while. They very kindly agreed that he’d been his own worst enemy but encouraged
him to take baby steps.

Baby steps including sticking around when they invited Yoongi and Namjoon over for their weekly
dinners.

Up until that point, things had been great. They always had fun and he didn’t care that he was fifth
wheeling because they never once made him feel like the odd one out.

But he was anxious, he knew Jimin and Hoseok would mention this mystery man and they’d try to
get the other two to prod it out of him. And he just felt bad. Bad bad bad that Yoongi would see the
blush on his face, the determination is his heart to finally get his shit together, and part of him
wanted to cloister in his room and pretend to be sick.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Around 9pm, Taehyung’s face lit up Jungkook’s phone with a video call notification. The five of
them were in the middle of an intense game of halli galli, all of them screaming wildly into the
night, tipsy on too much soju.

“Babyyyyy,” Jungkook answered the call in front of the other four. Hurried himself away from the
table towards his room, not missing the wide eyes of Yoongi and Namjoon and the teasing giggles
of Jimin and Hoseok.

“Did I interrupt a good time?” Taehyung crooned, a warm smile on his face.

“Yes, but you’re a better time,” Jungkook giggled at his own cringy line, closing the bedroom door
quietly behind himself.

“Cute. I won’t keep you long. Just wanted to tell you goodnight and that I’m excited to see you
tomorrow.”

“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook slurred. “I’m excited to see you too. Can we meet earlier than we’d
planned?”

Taehyung chuckled softly, “Bun, I have a meeting until 1:30. I can’t meet until 2.”

Jungkook pouted, grateful for video calling so Taehyung could see him. “Cancel it.” He whined.

Taehyung sighed fondly. “Go back to your friends. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Waaaah okay fine. But I’m gonna kiss you. Fair warning.” Jungkook pretended to huff.

“I would hope so,” Taehyung replied. They said their good nights and Jungkook rolled over on his
bed, contemplated sending a quick picture, but decided against it. Instead, he closed his eyes, told
himself he’d rest for just a minute.
Twenty minutes later, Jungkook felt a weight dip into the space next to him. He opened his eyes,
groggy, his body stretched out involuntarily.

“Didn’t mean to snooze,” he whispered.

“You always snooze when you’re tipsy,” Yoongi said, running his hand through Jungkook’s messy
hair. “Just wanted to let you know we’re heading out. Jiminie said you’re going home with him
Sunday.” Jungkook nodded. “Good. I hate that you’re always alone on holidays.”

Yoongi leaned down and left a small kiss on Jungkook’s temple.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook slowly sat himself up. Yoongi’s hand was on the doorknob when he turned to
face Jungkook. “Did you ever hate me after everything I did?”

Yoongi chuckled, “D’you mean after everything you didn’t do?”

Jungkook groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

“Sorry. That was mean.” Yoongi paused. “But no, I probably should have. But I never did and I
never will. It brought me Namjoon and it brought you to whoever it was that just called you.”

He paused. Jungkook felt his throat closing with tears.

“Jungkook-ah, you need to stop punishing yourself. We were both young. We both sucked at
communication. And yet we’re still here. Still standing. Still loving each other, just differently than
how we’d imagined, beyond what we’d imagined. And it’s just as valid, just as good.”

Jungkook let out a quiet sob and Yoongi sank back onto the bed, leaned over to embrace the
younger in a tight hug.

“I love you Kook-ah. It’s your turn to be happy.”

“Namjoon is so lucky,” Jungkook cried into Yoongi’s hold.

“No. I’m the lucky one because I have both of you now.” Yoongi kissed his temple again. “Go
back to sleep. Have fun tomorrow.”

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Jungkook’s alarm went off around 11am but he’d been lying awake for at least two hours. He
probably should’ve packed for the holiday, instead, he mulled over Yoongi’s words and thought
about how to tell Taehyung the whole mess they used to be.

If Taehyung was as serious about this as he claimed to be, he’d eventually meet Yoongi and at
some point someone along the line would mention their past. It was only fair that he tell Taehyung
first.

Jungkook packed, showered, helped Hoseok with some chores while Jimin slept off his hangover.
They chatted lightly about Hoseok's plans with his own family and how he’d meet up with them in
Busan in a few days.

They were sitting on the couch when they heard a knock on the door. Having lost track of time,
Jungkook rushed to the door, armed with apologies for not being ready.

He opened the door to Taehyung standing loosely with his hands in his pockets, hair styled off his
forehead, a smile lifting his cheeks at the sight of Jungkook’s rushed excitement.
“Hi,” Junkook blushed deeply.

“Hi.”

“Come in! I lost track of time, gimme a sec.” Jungkook gestured him into the apartment, shyly
walked towards the living room, exhaling his anxieties as they walked into the living room.

“Professor Kim?!” Jimin gaped from the doorway of his bedroom. “Kookie?!”

“Park Jimin,” Taehyung sighed deeply. “Never thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing you again.”

“Yeah, right. You kicked me out so many damn times I contemplated just dropping your class.”

“A royal pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Hoseok laughed brightly and Jimin chucked a slipper at him.

Jungkook took off to his room to grab a couple items, he swapped his earrings for some pretty
dangly ones, changed his baggy shirt to a nice sweater, and headed back to the living room.

The other three were already deep into making fun of Jimin’s inability to be on time for anything
and it relaxed Jungkook more than he’d thought he’d need.

“Have him back no later than 11!” Jimin played. “He’ll be too grumpy in the morning otherwise.”

Taehyung saluted (much to Hoseok's amusement) and the pair headed out for their date.

They drove to a nice restaurant across town, talking the whole drive about the rest of their week,
the games Jungkook and his friends had played, the way Jimin really was notoriously late for
everything.

“How long will you be home?” Taehyung asked once they’d been seated next to the window,
sunlight bathing their table in a warm glow.

“We’ll be back on the 30th. Jimin’s helping host a NYE party so he wants to be back in time to
sleep beforehand.”

“I’m too old for NYE parties anymore,” Taehyung chuckled into his drink.

“That’s too bad. I was going to invite you,” Jungkook pushed his lips out into a pout.

“Me? With a bunch of kids?” Taehyung shook his head and Jungkook felt his stomach drop. Was
that how Taehyung saw him? A kid?

“It’s for his dad’s company, actually. A bunch of old people will be there,” Jungkook took a sip of
his drink and smirked. Two people could play the age game.

“Hey, I’m 35! I’m not old.”

“I’m 23! I’m not a kid.”

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, scanned Jungkook’s face earnestly and Jungkook held his gaze,
unwavering.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said after a few moments. “I don’t think of you as a kid. I’ve never been
one for parties, hence me being holed up doing research most days.”
“I’m not a fan either, if I’m being honest.” Jungkook relaxed his shoulders. Took a bite of the food
their server dropped off during their stare down.

“Then how come you always told me you went out every weekend?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Lonely. Bored. Didn’t want to listen to my roommates fucking.”

Taehyung laughed. “Were they a thing when you moved in together?”

“No,” Jungkook groaned. “Consider it a bit of a shock when I got home one night to see them
making a mess on the couch.”

“Oh, I bet that was great.”

“Greatly traumatizing,” Jungkook huffed. “The girl I’d brought home promptly turned heel and
left.”

Taehyung tipped his head back and full belly laughed. Jungkook smiled, the sound of Taehyung’s
joy rippled through his body and he preened at the idea that he could draw such a sound from the
older man.

Hand in hand, they walked along the river soaking up what little sunlight was left of the day.
During lunch, Jungkook told him about Yoongi and Taehyung listened quietly, eyes trained solely
on the younger man’s face.

“Sometimes forgiving ourselves is the hardest,” Taehyung had said in response to the whole thing.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s as they walked, grateful for his warmth against the
chilly winter air. Taehyung guided them to a bench where they watched the sun dip below the
horizon.

Jungkook leaned his head on the other’s shoulder, breathed in the scent of his cologne. He turned
his face into Taehyung’s neck to get better access, left open kisses along the exposed skin.

Taehyung turned his face and guided Jungkook’s mouth to his. They both sighed into the kiss,
deeper than any of the ones they’d shared yet that day.

“You’re too young to let the world break you,” Taehyung said. “Stop breaking your own heart
too.”

“Did you really mean it when you said you didn’t want casual with me?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes.”

Jungkook hummed into the collar of Taehyung’s coat. “What if I’m a pain in the ass?”

“Then you’re my pain in the ass.” Taehyung kissed his forehead. “I think we’ve both learned
enough from our pasts to know how to fix the future, don’t you?”

Jungkook looked up and only saw sincerity in Taehyung’s eyes. He surged forward and kissed him
hard, desperate but not sloppy. Taehyung’s tongue pushed past the seam of his lips and Jungkook
resisted crawling into his lap.
Jungkook begrudgingly allowed Taehyung to drive him home after a steamy make out session in
the car.

“If I take you to my place, I’m not letting you leave,” Taehyung teased.

“I’m okay with that,” Jungkook fluttered his lashes prettily. It earned him a few more love bites but
Taehyung didn’t cave.

During the holiday, they texted daily, called every night.

Jimin insisted on helping Jungkook put together a Christmas present for Taehyung. Which meant
Jimin dragging Jungkook to his favorite lingerie store and proceeding to take a bunch of risqué
pictures of him in the dressing room to send to Taehyung Christmas morning. (Which resulted in a
very husky sounding call from Taehyung that turned into the hottest phone sex Jungkook had ever
experienced.)

Jungkook had also managed to convince Taehyung to go to that NYE party with him and he wasn’t
above admitting that he was excited to finally kiss someone he really liked.

“My brother’s excited to meet you,” Taehyung said when he picked Jungkook up not more than
fifteen minutes after he and Jimin made it back to their apartment.

Jungkook squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the car. Taehyung had frequently
mentioned Seokjin. He’s pretty sure he’d seen him in the halls a few times too considering he was
also a professor.

They arrived at Seokjin’s place just in time for lunch. When they walked in, Jungkook was
overwhelmed by the smell of fried chicken and the sound of a child screeching somewhere within
the apartment.

“TaeTae-hyung!” A little voice bellowed and a tiny figure blurred passed Jungkook and launched
into Taehyung’s arms.

“Ah, my baby! How are you?” Taehyung attacked the boy’s face with kisses and the boy cackled
with joy.

“Is this your pretty boyfriend you keep telling Appa about?” The boy asked and Jungkook covered
his face with embarrassment.

Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s cheek.

“He’s so pretty,” the boy whispered.

“I know,” Taehyung whispered back, winking at Jungkook and motioning for him to follow them
into the kitchen.

“Taehyung-ah! Oh good! You’re here too! I’m Seokjin, call me hyung if you like.” The man
dazzled in the sunlight flowing in from the windows and Jungkook had to keep himself from
staring.

“Appa’s pretty too,” the boy said, reaching for Jungkook’s hold, which he openly accepted. “I’m
Kwan, by the way.”

“Jungkook.”

“I know.” The boy’s smile matched Seokjin’s so perfectly, that Jungkook was sure he was looking
at a carbon copy of the older.

They spent hours with Seokjin and Kwan. They ate, played games, and ran a series of Kwan’s
favorite movies in the background. Kwan fell asleep in Jungkook’s lap for a solid hour and for at
least twenty minutes of that, Jungkook snoozed with him.

“Well, Kwannie loves you,” Taehyung said on the drive to his place.

“He’s so cute. I almost stole him.”

“Pretty sure Seokjin-hyung would love you too if you did that once in a while.”

“Don’t tempt me!”

Taehyung laughed, placed his hand on Jungkook’s thigh and gently squeezed.

“Where’s his mom?” Jungkook tentatively asked.

“Hyung went the surrogacy route. He didn’t feel the need to wait for a partner but he wanted a kid
so…” Taehyung shrugged. “The first couple of years were really difficult. I moved in with him for
a bit to help. Made me realize how much work it is.”

“It’s a lot of work,” Jungkook agreed. “My parents had my brother when I was sixteen. Appa lost
his job shortly after, so eomma went back to work too soon. Basically broke the family so I took
care of my brother until enlistment. By then, my parents were back on track.”

Taehyung parked the car in silence and they made their way up to his flat, hands entwined, stealing
shy kisses in the elevator despite sharing the ride up with an older couple who clearly disapproved
of their actions.

“Oh, she was not having it,” Jungkook said when Taehyung closed the apartment door behind
them.

Taehyung smirked, “She’s always been a grump. But I think it’s because she caught her husband
staring at me once.”

Jungkook cackled loudly, “Her husband had a whole crisis upon seeing you. That’s such a mood.”

“Are you saying you had a crisis too?”

“Ugh, are you kidding me? I practically whimpered the first time you looked at me.”

“Yeah? And what happens now?” Taehyung crowded him against the back of the couch.

Jungkook gripped Taehyung’s waist and pressed their hips together, slowly grinding, and let a
moan escape his lips.

Taehyung latched himself onto Jungkook’s neck sucking a bruising bite right on his pulse point.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined and began untucking Taehyung’s shirt so he could feel the warmth of
skin on skin. It had occurred to him over the holiday that he hadn’t had the chance to see any bit of
Taehyung’s body apart from his collarbones and during their spicy phone call, Taehyung didn’t
show him anything then either.

Taehyung stepped away and out of Jungkook’s reach, leaving him panting, lips slick and pouting.

“Let me show you around.” Taehyung untucked the rest of his shirt and began unbuttoning it.
Jungkook took advantage of the fact that the man had turned his back to him and wrapped himself
around him like a koala, walking step for step behind him, nosing the back of his head.

“You smell good, hyung.” He sighed.

“Here’s the kitchen.”

“Mmm bet you taste good too.”

“Bathroom,” Taehyung pointed around the corner.

“Big shower. Good for fucking.”

They waddled back through the living room.

“Nice couch. Looks like it cleans easily.” Jungkook felt Taehyung’s chest rumble beneath his
hands.

“Office. I rarely use it because I’m always on campus.”

“Good sized desk. I should fit on that easily.”

“Spare room.”

“I’ll banish you there if you don’t hurry, hyung.”

Taehyung pushed the door open to the last room at the end of the hall.

“Mine,” he gestured.

“Mine,” Jungkook skipped around him, gripped his wrist, and pulled them both down onto the
large bed.

“Yours.”
 never not
Chapter Summary

Jungkook has big feelings and he’s nervous it’s too much too soon. He also worries
he’s too young for Taehyung. But a quick conversation with Jimin shifts his entire
world.

Chapter Notes

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Jungkook was irritated. He and Taehyung had finally fallen into bed, their breaths heavy and filled
with heat, only for Jungkook’s phone to blare loudly and repeatedly.

“Namjoonie sliced his hand open,” was all Hoseok had to say for Jungkook to groan up at the
ceiling as he rolled off Taehyung.

“You all owe me,” he grumbled.

Taehyung, of course, the ever patient man he was, offered to drive over to Namjoon's apartment to
take him to the hospital. Jungkook put up enough of a fight to make it seem like he didn’t want to
be an inconvenience but Taehyung called him out on it immediately.

“I’m so sorry, hyung,” he apologized but Taehyung insisted he wanted to be of help.

Yoongi, squeamish as he was, had put on a decidedly brave face and Jungkook’s irritation washed
away into endearment as Taehyung helped him wobble into the front passenger seat while
Jungkook and Namjoon slipped into the back seat.

They rolled down the windows despite it being the middle of winter all because Yoongi said he
could smell the blood.

“I keep trying to warn you, Namjoon. Hyung is a vampire. He’s not disgusted. He wants to suck
your blood.” Jungkook joked and Yoongi whimpered pathetically. Taehyung desperately tried to
keep his face stoic but when Jungkook locked eyes with him in the rear view mirror, he could see
his crows feet gathering at the corners.

Hoseok met them at the hospital. Jimin was still home, too groggy from his sleep medication to
make it farther than the couch.
“Thank you for picking him up, Professor Kim,” Hoseok said. “I didn’t feel good about leaving
Jimin so quickly and…” he gestured to Yoongi, “…that man’s in no state to drive.”

Taehyung huffed a laugh, insisted, again, that he didn’t mind. “And please call me hyung.
Professor Kim makes me feel weird outside of the classroom.”

“Ah, Kookie hasn’t tried that on you yet?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows and Jungkook smacked
his arm.

Taehyung leaned forward to look across Hoseok at Jungkook and winked.

“It feels moderately inappropriate to joke about such things right now,” Jungkook tried to sound
reasonable.

“So my little slut does have boundaries,” Taehyung said with a twinkle in his eye.

Hoseok exploded into laughter and collapsed onto Jungkook.

“Oh my god when Jiminie hears this.” He wheezed as he pulled out his phone to text his
boyfriend.

❣️❣️❣️

Two hours and twenty stitches (yes, twenty) later, they all piled into Taehyung’s car and he drove
them home.

Jungkook carried a fully weakened Yoongi up to the apartment and helped tuck him into his own
bed next to Namjoon. He grabbed a few extra items from his closet and ran back downstairs where
Taehyung was waiting.

“Ready?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes, Professor Kim,” Jungkook giggled.

“You’re a brat.”

“You love it.”

❣️❣️❣️

By the time they made it back to Taehyung’s apartment, they were both too exhausted to do
anything but brush their teeth and crawl under the covers.

They kissed lazily, hands roamed innocently, exploring but not demanding.

“Your friends are good people,” Taehyung whispered into the dark.

“Yeah, we’re pretty lucky,” Jungkook mumbled into Taehyung’s neck and nuzzled closer.

“I’m glad. I worried about you a lot.”

“Why?” Jungkook felt Taehyung shrug and tighten his hold on his waist.

“You always seemed so alone.”

Jungkook hummed. “M’just introverted. Get shy.”

“Shy until you’re not,” Taehyung squeezed Jungkook’s lower back making the younger roll his
hips forward.

“S’cuz I like you too much. Didn’t wanna be shy anymore.” Jungkook felt a heat in his stomach but
he kept his urgency at bay. Taehyung had already said he was too tired and Jungkook wasn’t one to
push like that.

“I like you too, Jungkook-ah. So much.” Taehyung brought his hand to Jungkook’s face and tilted
his face up to meet his eyes. They couldn’t see each other very well in the darkened room but there
was enough light to illuminate their sleepy smiles.

❣️❣️❣️

A ray of sunlight poked through the curtains and it woke Jungkook enough to alert him that he was
alone in bed. He ran his hand over the empty space to feel it was still warm. He heard the toilet
flush and a rush of water as Taehyung washed his hands.

Jungkook kept his eyes closed, pretended to sleep until he felt Taehyung slip under the covers. He
reached out to pull him to his chest, spooning him, and peppered kisses along his neck and
shoulders.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” Taehyung’s voice was gravely and full of sleep and Jungkook felt a
surge of arousal through his body.

He traced circles around Taehyung’s belly button before dragging his nails upwards to his nipples.
Taehyung’s breathing grew heavy and he tilted his head back, baring his neck. Jungkook sucked
tiny bruises where he could, each one earning another puff of air or subtle groan from the other.

Sucking on Taehyung’s earlobe, Jungkok brought his hand to Taehyung’s arm, dragged his nails all
the way down, reached to the hem of Taehyung’s sleep shorts, rucked up the fabric and dragged
his nails on the bare skin of Taehyung’s upper thigh and ass.

“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung sighed.

“Yes, hyung?”

Taehyung attempted to turn and face Jungkook but by the time he was on his back, Jungkook was
up and settling himself between Taehyung’s legs.

“Need you, hyung,” Jungkook said into Taehyung’s mouth, kissing him deeply, sucking on the
man’s tongue.

He sucked more bruises along Taehyung’s collarbones, mouthed his nipples, tongued his belly
button, nipped along his v-line and hip. He pulled Taehyung’s sleep shorts off. Mouthed wet and
sloppy kisses all around Taehyung’s groin.

Seeing Taehyung fully erect for the first time, sent him reeling. He would never not remember the
way Taehyung pounded into him hard and greedy, the way he’d slapped his ass, called him a slut.
His slut. Split apart and salivating.

Jungkook pushed Taehyung’s legs open and lifted one of his legs, giving him better access to his
hole. He gathered as much spit as he could onto his tongue and licked from Taehyung’s hole all the
way to the tip of his cock. Within three slow, spit slicked bobs, Jungkook swallowed around
Taehyung’s full length and Taehyung let out the deepest groan.
“Fuck, babe,” he exhaled. “Your ass felt so good I didn’t think anything could beat it. But now all I
want is you sucking me off.”

He gripped a handful of Jungkook’s hair, guided him up off his cock and, after Jungkook nodded,
tongue lolled out, eyes glassy, he lined Jungkook’s mouth up with his tip and thrust upwards.
Jungkook groaned in pleasure, the back of his throat opening further to take Taehyung’s cock as
best he could.

Taehyung brought his feet flat onto the bed, placed his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head,
and Jungkook braced himself up onto his elbows, never breaking eye contact.

He took a deep breath and tapped twice on Taehyung’s thigh, signaling he was ready. Taehyung
immediately built a relentless pace. Fucking up onto Jungkook’s mouth, drool squelched out the
side of the younger’s mouth, dripped down his chin, down Taehyung’s cock, soaked into the
sheets.

Jungkook managed to time his breathing just right, he concentrated on relaxing his jaw. His own
dick throbbed between his legs but he was almost sure he could cum just by listening to the sounds
rumbling from Taehyung’s chest and throat.

“Shit, Kook. What a perfect mouth.” His breaths were uneven, panting. “Taking my whole cock so
beautifully.” His hips began to stutter. “So lucky. M’so lucky. Fuck.” His head dipped back into
the pillows and his hips nearly came to a stop. Jungkook, who’d held himself as still as he could
through the whole thing, took over bobbing his head up and down. Taehyung’s hot cum hitting the
back of his throat and sliding down. He swallowed what he could with Taehyung still fully in his
mouth. Came off with a loud pop once Taehyung had finally stopped pulsing, and proceeded to lick
him as clean as possible.

“Holy shit, babe. What in the fuck was that.” Taehyung’s chest still rising and falling as if he’d run
a marathon. Jungkook smiled innocently and he sat back onto his heels, rubbing his hands along
Taehyung’s shins.

Jungkook left to grab a couple of waters from the kitchen. The clock on the stove said 7:32am.
They’d barely slept four hours, no wonder he was so tired.

When he returned to the bedroom, he wasn’t at all surprised to see Taehyung laying in the same
position as he’d left him. His arm draped over his eyes, feet still flat on the bed, knees tipped
together. Jungkook felt a weird sense of pride bloom through his chest.

“You okay?” He asked, uncapping the water and handing it over.

“Mhmm,” Taehyung drank deeply from the bottle. “I’ve never really had adventurous partners.
Gonna have to sit on this notion for a while.”

“No, that's my job.”

“Hmm?”

Jungkook snaked himself onto Taehyung’s lap. “It’s my job to sit on it.” He tilted his head, a
crooked smile lifting his cheeks.

In one swift move, Taehyung had Jungkook on his back.

“Hyung!” Jungkook gasped

“Black belt in jiu jitsu seems to come in handy with you.” He hovered over the younger for a
moment before leaning down to kiss him with small, teasing pecks. Jungkook chased his lips,
giggling but playfully frustrated by Taehyung’s lack of commitment. He attempted to flip
Taehyung onto his back in return, but Taehyung pinned him firmly into the mattress.

“Stay down,” the man rumbled. “Also never had anyone I could manhandle like this. I’m not afraid
of breaking you.”

“What if I want you to try?”

Taehyung’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide, and Jungkook’s body squirmed.

“Careful what you wish for.”

Taehyung surprised Jungkook by kissing him gently, slowly, parting their lips with his languid
tongue. Jungkook melted into the shift of the air. Relished the way his insides smoldered instead of
flared.

“Taehyungie hyung,” he sighed when their lips parted and Taehyung left soft kisses down his neck,
laved his tongue over his nipples and lightly sucked. Everything soft, everything slow. Stretching
every second into a minute, every minute into longing. Jungkook’s toes curled and his heart
raced.

“Hyung,” he exhaled, involuntarily bringing his knees to his chest. Taehyung kissed the backs and
insides of Jungkook’s thighs, massaged his perineum with his tongue, ghosting his hole. Small
whines and pants escaped Jungkook’s lips.

“Ah! Ah!” He squeezed his eyes shut and Taehyung trailed kisses up Jungkook’s hard length,
swirled his tongue around the tip and over the slit, humming as he sucked.

Taehyung slowly made his way back up to Jungkook’s mouth. His hands carded through the
younger’s hair.

“Taehyung,” he cried quietly.

“Ssh, baby. I’ve got you.” Taehyung stretched across the bed to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle
of lube and a condom. Slicking lube on his fingers, he circled Jungkook’s hole, pressed one finger
halfway before pulling out and immediately adding a second.

Taehyung smiled into their kiss when Jungkook’s mouth fell slack and a crackled groan sounded
deep within his throat.

“Fuck! Did? Did you…”

“Mhmm. You okay?”

Jungkook nodded. Inhaled sharply. Taehyung massaged his prostate repeatedly. Tears welled at the
corners of Jungkook’s eyes and Taehyung kissed them away.

“So pretty. God, look at you.” He cooed and praised and soothed every cry, grunt, pant, groan as he
brought Jungkook closer and closer to the edge.

Jungkook’s hole clenched around Taehyung’s fingers.

“More, please. More.” He begged.

Taehyung acquiesced, made a show of how much he wanted to trap Jungkook under the spell of his
fingers.

“Do you like warming lube?” Taehyung asked.

“Never tried it.”

“Would you like to?”

“Please.” Jungkook didn’t mean to sound as whiny as he did but the idea of temperature play had
always interested him. Taehyung leaned back over to the nightstand, a different bottle in hand.

He squeezed a small amount right below Jungkook’s belly button.

“Try it,” he motioned to Jungkook, encouraging him to touch.

Jungkook smeared the lube with his fingers, warmth pooled on his skin and sent shivers through
his body. He opened his hand and Taehyung squeezed more into his palm.

Before Taehyung had the chance to toss the bottle to the side, Jungkook inserted two fingers into
himself. He moaned loudly as the warmth of the lube filled his senses.

“Eager, are we?”

“Hyung’s too slow.”

“Guess I’ll just sit and watch then.”

Jungkook suspected that Taehyung anticipated a whine or begging from him. Instead, he removed
his fingers, wrapped an arm behind his own knees and pulled them as tight to his chest as possible,
fingering himself with his free hand.

“I know so many people who would pay to see this.” Taehyung said.

“Maybe I’ll let them.”

“You will not.”

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, effectively removing his fingers. He lined himself up and
pushed to the hilt in one, hard thrust. Jungkook’s eyes widened from the burn of the stretch, the
warmth of the lube, the pleasure encompassing his core.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked.

“Uh huh. Please, move.” Jungkook begged.

Taehyung brought both of Jungkook’s ankles to one shoulder, the angle forcing his hips to tilt
slightly. He started slow, kissing Jungkook’s ankles, gripping and squeezing his thighs.

Overwhelmed by the slow drag against his prostate and the way Taehyung looked at him like he
was worth his weight in gold, Jungkook hid his face behind his hands.

“Nah, baby. Let me see you.” Taehyung nudged his hand against Jungkook’s elbow and the
younger dropped both.

“Faster, hyung. Please. I can’t handle this.”

“Handle what?”

“You looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

like you love me Jungkook thought to himself.

Taehyung spared him the response. Giving him exactly what he wanted. Slamming his hips down
and hard into Jungkook. Lewd sounds of lube and Jungkooks’s cries mixed with Taehyung’s deep
groans filled the room and crowded their minds.

Jungkook dropped his legs to one side and Taehyung shoved a pillow under his hips to keep
Jungkook propped up. He dropped his hands to either side of Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook
gripped onto Taehyung’s back, digging his nails into the supple skin.

Their orgasms were sudden and blinding. Jungkook cumming first from the minimal friction of his
own hand on his aching cock. Taehyung losing himself in the way Jungkook surged up to capture
their lips together. Sloppy. Wet. Uncoordinated.

❣️❣️❣️

Plenty of kisses, quiet whispers, a shower, and a two hour nap later, Taehyung was driving
Jungkook home so he could help Jimin with last minute party preparations.

“Hyung, can I stay with you after the party?” Jungkook didn’t know why he was so nervous when
he asked. He didn’t want to be too clingy, but the thought of classes starting in less than a week and
how they would both go back to packed schedules, made him desperate for as much time together
as possible.

“Of course. Want me to come up while you pack a bag and I can take it home with me?”

Jungkook’s insides lit up with delight. They rode the elevator together. While he waited for
Jungkook, Taehyung chatted with Namjoon about his hand, made sure Yoongi was doing alright,
asked Jimin and Hoseok if they needed anything for the party.

“We don’t need anything. But a few folks did cancel. These louses are gonna come mooch off the
food.” Jimin pointed at Yoongi and Namjoon who both raised their hands in protest. “Feel free to
invite a couple people if you like too.”

❣️❣️❣️

“Alright, Koo, what’s bothering you?” Jimin asked a few hours later when they were helping set
up the high tables at the venue.

Jungkook shrugged. He couldn’t get the image out of his mind of Taehyung leaning over him, eyes
filled with lust and light and he wasn’t sure what else to call it but love. His heart palpitated and his
stomach turned to goo every time his mind wandered to it.

He felt silly for thinking someone like Taehyung could fall in love with him, let alone fall that
quickly. He was just a kid! Ironic. Considering he’d argued otherwise no less than two weeks prior.
But he did worry about it. He worried that Taehyung would see him as immature or thoughtless
with his words and feelings. That the warmth and trust Jungkook felt was nothing but a honeymoon
phase of puppy love and being dick drunk.

“What if he grows tired of me?”

Jimin paused to look at Jungkook. “How do you mean?”

Jungkook shrugged again. “What if he starts seeing me as just some young guy who doesn’t know
what he wants in life? What if he lets me go?”

“He’d be an idiot to let you go,” Jimin said. “I’m not just saying that because you’re my baby. I’m
saying that because of the way he looks at you. That man likes you, Kook. I’d even venture to say
the big L.”

“And what if I big L him?”

Jimin shook out the cloth he was attempting to drape over the table.

“Look. You two have been orbiting each other for four months. If you have big feelings, that’s
okay. There’s nothing wrong with telling someone you love them. Far too many people never hear
it because other people are too afraid to say it.”

Jungkook’s legs wobbled and he sat down on one of the nearby barstools.

“When did you tell Hoseok-hyung?”

“Two days after we met. But I played it off like a joke. Didn’t fully confess the weight of it until an
hour before you walked in on us that one night.” Jimin quirked a smile and winked.

“Wait. Two days?” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“I mean, honestly, I knew about twenty minutes in. Hyung radiated everything I never knew the
world needed.” Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it. It wasn’t all sparks and fireworks.
It was like lying down on a sunny boulder next to a creek.”

“That’s…Oddly specific.”

“Yeah. But it’s specifically Hoseok.”

❣️❣️❣️

Jungkook bounded over to Taehyung and Seokjin the minute he spotted them at the door.
Taehyung engulfed him in a tight hug and left a loud smooch below his ear.

“Hi Seokjin-hyung,” Jungkook greeted when Taehyung finally let him go. “Come say hi to
everyone.” He grabbed Seokjin’s and Taehyung’s hands and walked them to the table where the
rest of his friends stood. He didn’t miss the way Yoongi flushed a bright pink and Namjoon’s
dimple popped when Seokjin wedged his way between them to get to the bar.

“And you guys call me the hoe,” Jungkook teased.

Seokjin turned around with his drink, pretending to be entirely innocent of the fact that his charms
worked on almost everyone every time.

Surprisingly, Seokjin knew a few other party goers. He split off for a while to talk business and
Yoongi dropped his face into his hands.
“I’m so sorry Taehyung-hyung. I know he’s your brother but damn.”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” Taehyung chuckled. “You should’ve seen the waves he made when
he enrolled at my high school after our parents married.”

The group continued teasing Yoongi as he continued to grow a darker shade of pink.

“Kwannie even called Jungkookie out on it.” Taehyung raised his eyebrows and laughed into his
drink when Jungkook turned around to walk away. He caught the younger's wrist and dragged him
back to the table, wrapping his arm tightly around Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook warmed himself in Taehyung’s hold. He snaked his own arm around the man’s hips,
pinching his side lightly and rubbing a small circle over the spot to soothe it.

❣️❣️❣️

As far as NYE parties went, it certainly wasn’t the wildest Jungkook had ever been to. Although, it
did seem like the majority of the party goers were taking advantage of the open bar.

Seokjin had found himself in constant companionship of Yoongi and Namjoon, taking turns
dancing with them (or often all three of them dancing) on the fairly empty dance floor. Jimin and
Hoseok ran around focusing on logistics of the party. While Jungkook and Taehyung did a mixture
of both helping and dancing.

The venue’s floor to ceiling windows faced the Han River and the staff had left the balcony doors
unlocked so guests could step out into the night air.

Taehyung escaped to the bathroom at some point and Jungkook pulled a chair out onto one of the
balconies. The entire night he’d been considering Jimin’s words. He debated his own feelings, kept
a close eye on Taehyung’s interactions with those around him…

“You okay, bun?” Taehyung’s voice broke Jungkook’s train of thought. He dug his thumbs into
Jungkook’s shoulders, massaged deeply as the younger tipped his head back to look at Taehyung’s
face.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He smiled at the way the moon shone across Taehyung’s handsome features.

Taehyung rounded the chair and extended his hand. Stepping into his hold, Jungkook realized how
chilled he’d become sitting outside. He buried his face into Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung brought one hand to the swell of Jungkook’s lower back and held his hand with the
other. They swayed to the music floating from inside the hall. Jungkook’s heart settled to a calm
rhythm and he soaked up the vibrations from Taehyung’s chest as the older hummed along.

“You’re beautiful, hyung,” Jungkook said quietly, lips ghosting Taehyung’s neck. “Kind. Patient.
Helpful. Funny.”

“Baby…”

“Let me finish.” Jungkook tugged on Taehyung’s belt loop. “I don’t understand half the things you
say when you and Seokjin-hyung talk about your research. But I want to be the one who takes
Kwannie for walks while you two are busy with your noses in books. I want to be the one who
takes the dogs for a walk before...”

“We don’t have dogs yet…”

“Hyung!” Jungkook pouted, doe eyes shining in the moonlight.

“Sorry.” Taehyung smiled. “Continue.”

“Wait. Yet? You said yet.”

“Jungkook-ah…”

“No, don’t say it. Not yet. Not until you really mean it. Promise me. Not until you know for sure.”

“I love you.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook choked back a sob.

Taehyung kissed him. In the background, the DJ counted down the last ten seconds of the old year
and they kissed well into the first few moments of the new.

“I love you too,” Jungkook finally said through his tears and snot. “Oh my god we’ve only known
each other four months. We’re insane.”

Taehyung laughed. “Is it bad that I’ve known since about the third time you popped into my office
hours?”

“What?! Oh no, you’re as bad as Jiminie.”

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