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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      Shy_Jeon_Jungkook, Cute_Jeon_Jungkook, Class_President!_Jeongguk,
      Misfit!Taehyung, Kim_Taehyung_|_V_&_Park_Jimin_Are_Best_Friends,
      Strangers_to_Lovers, Top_Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Bottom_Jeon_Jungkook, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V_Is_Whipped, but_we_been_knew, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Rimming, Anal_Sex, jeongguk_is_a_needy_and_whiny_babyboy,
      Taehyung_is_glad_to_ingulge, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Jeongguk
      is_like_seventeen-_hence_the_underage_LOL
  Series:
      Part 1 of Heartthrobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-12 Words: 11870
****** Original Heartthrob (You’re giving me heart problems) ******
by diminies
Summary
     Class president! Jeongguk accidentally stumbles into misfit! Taehyung
     inside the school bathroom where he's having a cigarette (and cutting
     class).
     Chaos ensues when the silver haired badass presents an opportunity
     for the angel to let loose.
      
     Alternatively called: Good boy x Bad Boy filth
Notes
     On today’s episode of Tatiana can’t plot but she sure can pORN, we
     have this: the Threadfic turned actual fic.
     Mind you this is my first? Attempt at Taekook, so I’m a little rusty,
     but hopefully the filth makes up for it :,)
     Promise that my next shot at Taekook is much more detailed and less
     er.... this (whatever this is??????)
      
     Thanks for sticking around and dealing with my WHINING.
     Also: title is a reference from Majid Jordan’s OG heartthrob (Sorry
     Gambino; you’ll get used for Yoonmin’s side of this story)
      
     Also x2: Thank you to my beta RAYNE for always making me seem more
     verbose than I actually am! Thanks to shannon and Kei for also coming
     to help out <3
     Also; Lydia, baby, just Incase Yoonkook takes longer than I have
     planned; here is a little something for your birthday <3
      
     Enjoy!
     Remember kudos and comments keep whiny writers like me who thrive off
     validation alive :,)
 
 
 
 
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In his defence, he didn't plan on finding himself standing in front of
Taehyung. He hadn't expected to be surrounded by the smell of nicotine, the guy
smoking his cigarette as if, one, he's not on school property and two, he's not
poisoning him with the smell. But it happened that way, regardless.
So, when faced with the issue, all Jeongguk can do is his job as class
president. Which is being a snitch. Sue him. He levels Taehyung with a serious
expression, trying not to stare at the way that earring—a glistening silver
piece—dangles and brushes against the curve of his jaw so nicely. Jeongguk says
with all the courage he can muster, “You're not supposed to smoke in here.”
Taehyung doesn't seem hard-pressed to listen, seeing as the guy actually comes
closer as to where Jeongguk can feel the heat of the cigarette against his
cheek. He stares at him through the next drag, and, as he exhales and the smoke
billows around his face, he taunts, “Says who?” Motioning towards them in a way
that's careless and aloof, Taehyung points at him and smiles. “You? That's
cute.”

Jeongguk, overwhelmed and lightheaded off the smell, presses a hand to
Taehyung's chest and shoves him, sputtering as smoke crawls it's way into his
nose and lungs. “I'm going to report you to the principal.”
Instead of looking worried or even the least bit nervous over the prospect,
Taehyung just shrugs. No concern over possible detentions or expulsions. “Go
ahead, angel.”
Jeongguk bristles. Affronted, lips pursed, he mutters,“My name is not angel.”
Taehyung honest to God ruffles his hair as if he's nothing but a dog or maybe a
kid. At the same time, he stubs his cigarette into his leather-gloved hand.
Jeongguk gapes at him. Doesn't that hurt?
“Don't it get boring playing by the rules all the time?” he murmurs, voice
carrying a lilt that sounds suggestive. This coupled with the way the guy seems
to want to eat him up makes Jeongguk fidget. “You seem a little uptight,
angel.”
Jeongguk doesn't take the bait, and, with a harsh puff of air expelled through
his lips, he shoves Taehyung’s hand off and turns to leave. Face hot and very
flustered, he mumbles, “It's better than being an asshole.”
“It's called having character, angel. Being your own person. Try it sometime,
you might like how it feels.” Taehyung’s laugh is pleasant: nice, deep, and
smooth. Jeongguk imagines he looks equally as pleasant as he sounds, but he
doesn't turn around to confirm it. He's had enough.
He's at the door, chewing his lower lip and trying not to let that thought
sting. “Have fun getting expelled.”
"Have fun thinking of me, angel!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Much to Jeongguk's chagrin, he does think about Taehyung, but only because he's
NOT expelled. Hell, all the guy got was a couple of days worth of detention,
that's it. (He swears he's also not thinking of his sultry looking eyes or the
way his legs looked in those tight pants, honest). More importantly he's NOT
thinking about what the guy said or how it chafed a little. What's the problem
in following rules? At least he's never in trouble, right? So why is he
wondering what it'd be like to live the way Taehyung does, so recklessly and
without worries? Has he lost his mind?
He totally doesn't stalk the guys Instagram to see what's so great about him.
Of course not!
 
 
 
Come Monday morning, Jeongguk is sure he's over the guy. That is, until he
walks into the school building and finds Kim Taehyung leaning against his
locker with his best friend (and rumored friend with benefits… soulmate? Other
half—whatever) Jimin beside him, both watching him with small smiles on their
faces.
Faced with them up close, Jeongguk feels small. Not because of his height, but
because they're both watching him. Taehyung has a red lollipop in his mouth.
"Uh, can I help you?”
Jimin steps forward, fingers the loop of Jeongguk's tie, and grins. He's
unusually pretty, with a smile like that and the way his eyes shape into tiny
crescents. No wonder people love him. "You're so cute, Tae was right.”
"He was?" Jeongguk squeaks, and behind him Taehyung chuckles.
Jimin gives his tie a slight tug, enough to rouse heat to flood his cheeks and
a small oh to leave his lips. “Mhm, cutie. Tae thinks you're adorable,” Jimin
purrs, then slides his eyes towards Taehyung and cocks his head. “Right?”
"Do I look like a liar to you, angel? That's what I said,” comes Taehyung's
reply. His lips are slick & red from the candy. Jeongguk feels sweat dot along
his hairline as he stares at them, distracted.
"I've gotta’ get to class. If you'll both excuse me,” he mumbles, trying in
vain to get to his locker, face hot, steps uncertain and heavy.
“Wait don't go," Jimin pouts, still in his way. Behind him, blanketing his body
and crowding him is Taehyung. Jeongguk is honestly terrified. "Tae tell him not
to go,”
"He won't,” Taehyung says beside his ear, smelling of cherry and faintly of
cigarettes. I think he likes me,”
"I don't like you. Either of you,” Jeongguk manages to say without stuttering.
Both boys turn towards him and smile. “If you're done wasting my time—
Taehyung’s hand shoots out to lay flat against his locker. Jeongguk glowers at
him. "I've got a proposition for you."
"I'm not interested,” Jeongguk mutters, swallowing hard when he feels the
warmth of the guy's breath hit the nape of his neck when he laughs. Shrugging
him off, Jeongguk's hand trembles as he tries opening his locker.
Jimin is pouting, obviously unhappy they've been ignored.
His pout doesn't last long, for he sees someone else, someone he clearly likes.
"Yoongi, baby!”
Taehyung snorts, but doesn't comment when his other half runs after this
Yoongi. Instead, he stays focused on Jeongguk. "Don't be like that, angel,
you're curious. A little, yeah?”
"I'm not,” Jeongguk lies, finding his notebooks much more interesting to look
at.
"Really,” Taehyung drawls, “You're not curious what it'd be like to ditch the
halo for a day & have some fun?”
Fun with Taehyung doesn't sound fun. It sounds illegal, if not a little
thrilling.
"I've...gotta’ get to class,” Jeongguk repeats, a little less steady than
before due to Taehyung standing so close.
"That wasn't an outright no,” Taehyung says with a smile around his lollipop.
He toys with the candy, nips it with his teeth. “You'll think about it, I know
it."
"Doubt it,” Jeongguk mutters to himself, refusing to look over his shoulder
where the other boy remains leaning against his locker. “Aren't you going to
class?”
Taehyung snorts. His earring brushes alongside his jaw. Damn it. "Nope. Why?
Gonna' report me again?"
It's tempting.
He doesn't report Taehyung. Yet he passes his time between classes wondering
what he does when he's not in school and if he's with anyone during that time.
That train of thought makes him scowl. Who cares what the guy does or who he
does? Jeongguk doesn't. Of course not.
He does wonder what it is about him that gets under his skin so badly.
Jeongguk fidgets with his key ring during lunch, contemplating his actions
before deciding to toss caution to the wind and talk to that Yoongi. Maybe
he'll have some answers on how to deal with these guys.
Yoongi terrifies Jeongguk. Not because he's tall or outrageously mean or
anything, but because he's intimidating.
He's an art student and spends most of his time washing his paint stained
fingers at the sinks, which is where Jeongguk finds him.
"Aren't you Jimin's boyfriend?" He blurts out, then winces.
"Who?"
Flustered, Jeongguk tries explaining. “Taehyung's friend? Tiny but
mouthy?...Calls you–” he winces, “baby?”
Yoongi nods. "Oh him. No, he's not my anything. We fuck a lot though. What's
your point?"
"How do you do it? Deal with him when he's so...” Jeongguk is struggling to
find a fitting word. In the end he settles for, "Bad."
Yoongi eyes him for a second before his lips split into a grin. Whoa, there's
gums. “Jimin? Bad? Nah. He's just a poser, but he's okay. What's my Jimin gotta
do with your Taehyung?”
"He's not my Taehyung–” Jeongguk sputters. “I—we don't—just no. Um, don't you
get scared of what people will think?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Who the hell lives on public perception? I fuck who I
want when I want. You should do the same, maybe it'll make you look less
ah–tense.”
He doesn't offer anything more and leaves Jeongguk standing there brooding and
wondering whether the guy has a point.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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After school and whilst he's pretending to be studying, Jeongguk calls one of
his friends, Hoseok, and asks for his help. "Will you cover for me tomorrow? I
won't be in homeroom."
"Sure. What's up?”
Jeongguk sighs. Is he really going to do this. “It's a long story, Seokie."
 
By the time he's done explaining Hoseok is speechless. "Dude,”
"I know, shut up. I don't know why I'm doing this either.”
"I've got an idea, but it's rated R for your kiddy mind, so—” Hoseok laughs.
“It's chill, I'll cover for you. Just like don't get caught or you're fucked."
"I'll try,” Jeongguk mumbles, nibbling his lower lip.
After he ends the call with Hoseok, he wonders whether he's lost his mind for
even considering taking Taehyung up on his offer. Then he thinks about Taehyung
and his love of lollipops and throws himself in the shower. A cold one, which
doesn't do anything except make him more frustrated.
Jeongguk’s never been one to want anything like this, be this curious about a
person. While he's not completely clueless, he's stumbling. Out of his element,
following the rabbit down a hole, searching for something he's not sure he's
equipped to handle but wants to try anyway.
In the confines of his bedroom, where nobody can see nor hear him, Jeongguk
thinks about the guy. Taehyung. Spends a few minutes reacquainting himself with
the details of his face. Taehyung is attractive without trying. Large,
scrutinizing eyes and thick lashes that emphasize his angular face. Attractive
lips that most often are wrapped around a bright red lollipop. Tall and broad
at the chest with long legs and big hands.
Jeongguk shifts in his bed, his own hand laying on top of his stomach, fiddling
with the cotton of his t-shirt. Restless, he cocks his legs open, then closes
them, nibbling his lower lip. He eyes the length of his torso and stops between
his legs, where his cock twitches in interest, beginning to swell and harden.
Jeongguk tries to ignore it by thinking of an exam he took recently and what
his score could've been, but it all leaves his head in favor of other things.
Like Taehyung, and the way he latches onto him, staring at Jeongguk like he's
something to take a bite out of.
His eyes roll down between his thighs and he gulps at the sight of his erection
growing taut under his briefs and giving a twitch of approval. Slowly,
mortification burning a hot pit in his belly, Jeongguk slides his palm beneath
his t-shirt and skims across his skin, moving up his chest to thumb his nipple,
uncertain, reacquainting himself with what he likes. The sudden soft brush of
his thumb sends a shiver up his spine and he whimpers, the sound quiet in his
room.
Growing bolder and more impatient, he slides his palm down his ribs, over his
stomach and stops at the hem of his briefs, fingering the band before moving so
that his palm closes over the length of his erection beneath the soft cotton.
At first Jeongguk feels a little uncertain by the sudden heat of his palm
kneading at his base, but after a few seconds he begins to relax. The pleasure
builds at a slow pace.
Taehyung is there, in his head, watching, lips wrapped around his lollipop and
suckling the cherry red candy.
Impatient, maybe a little greedy, Jeongguk moves his palm so that he can shrug
out of his briefs and kick them off his legs towards the foot of the bed. His
breath hitches in his throat at first touch of his fist against the underside
of his cock, gripping tight.
“O-oh,” he stammers, pulling his lower lip into his mouth to nibble on it as he
brings his fist down, giving a light tug. A few seconds of light kneading at
the shaft with his fingers has him relaxing further, the heat in his belly now
spreading across his body. Jeongguk begins slowly, pumping his right hand
around his hardened cock and giving the wet tip a hard twist of his wrist, the
left slipping up so that he can press a finger into his mouth to get it nice
and wet. “Nnhh—ah,” Jeongguk whimpers, hips twitching weakly to chase the slick
glide of his fist as thoughts of Taehyung invade him.
Jeongguk knows what sex is like, though his own first time hadn't been that
great, and imagines doing such a thing with someone (apparently) experienced
like Taehyung would be on an entirely different level. His imagination runs
away with him, visuals of the other guy pleasuring him. That makes Jeongguk
turn into his pillow, eyes closing, silent moans growing a little louder.
Oh, Taehyung's hands are so nice and big. They'd probably wrap around his
length and pump him much better than he can. How would his fingers
feel...inside him, stretching him? Jeongguk whines at the thought, slick
precome sliding down his shaft from the tip in sticky drops.
He wants. So much. His whines grow faster, soft breaths escaping his lips with
each exhale that comes out shaky. Impatient, his hand not enough, Jeongguk
shifts onto his side and brings his cock between his closed thighs, the sudden
pressure and friction at the base enough to make him hiccup a moan.
Unsteadily, mind in a haze, he reaches for his bedside table and rummages
through it, where beneath stacks of neatly folded socks are his lube and a long
silicone dildo in baby blue, the only items he's ever bought without his
parents knowing.
Not one to waste time, the vision of Taehyung pressing close to his body and
invading him with the smell of candy and cologne, Jeongguk pops open the cap of
the small bottle and spills a few drops of the liquid onto his fingers. He
anticipates the delicious feeling of being stretched open so much that he
doesn't pause to warm it between his fingers as usual. In a half assed attempt
at making sure he’s at least prepped, he slicks some around his entrance before
circling his fingers, teasing the rim.
The first finger goes in smoothly, with only a second of discomfort before
Jeongguk is writhing off the mixed sensations of himself clenching around that
one finger coupled with how good it feels to rut his cock between his thighs.
He wonders what Taehyung’s thighs would feel like, if those long legs would
feel as smooth as they look or if they’d be packed with muscle. Regardless,
just getting to see tanned skin beneath those pants makes Jeongguk whimper,
feeling empty. One finger thrusting inside isn’t enough, and soon he’s not done
until two more come to join, the stretch tight and the fullness incredible.
Overwhelmed and hot, a drop of sweat slips down his neck as he makes a mess of
himself. Jeongguk is panting, pushing onto his fingers that come up to rub just
slightly over the hard bump of his prostate. His thighs tense, as does his
stomach and a high pitched whine leaves him, which he covers by pressing his
face into the pillow.
Jeongguk slips his fingers free, knowing well that he’ll never attain the
fullness he’s craving with them alone, and shifts, coming up to his knees, his
cock standing between his legs and sticky with precome. Breathing hard, he
focuses on smearing lube onto the dildo, stroking along it until it’s nice and
slick.
He eyes it with interest, noticing the suctioned end at the bottom before
glancing at the walls, wondering from which he’ll stick it onto. His bed isn’t
an option, for he becomes too excited and causes the bed to creak with him, so
Jeongguk needs the least conspicuous area. He rolls his eyes towards the floor;
hardwood and polished and nods to himself. Oh, Jeongguk wants nothing more than
to ride the toy. To lose himself in where his imagination has dragged him
under.

Scrambling off his bed on unsteady legs, the pressure in his groin enough to
cause a shiver to run up his spine, Jeongguk crawls to the floor, then fumbles
in sticking the suctioned end onto the ground and anchoring himself above it.
He teases the textured tip around his rim. Jeongguk shifts, moving until he’s
pressing onto the tip and lowering himself onto it, slow and steady. The
stretch makes him bite his lip, but he doesn’t stop feeding another inch of the
toy inside him and clenching eagerly around it.
Palms braced flat onto the floor, breaths coming out in choppy pants, Jeongguk
writhes to accommodate himself and fuck the toy inside him how he likes until
he’s full, the very end of the textured shaft brushing just slight against his
entrance. Oh, that final inch stretches him so nicely that a whine tears from
his lips, breathy and quick.
Catching his breath, Jeongguk remains still for a moment, clenching around the
toy inside him before he grows impatient and starts to move, lifting until the
textured head comes close to slipping out, then slamming onto it. Again and
again, Jeongguk rides the toy, stretched full around it. Sweat collects on his
hairline the more he moves, a sweltering heat surrounding him.
With every frantic rock of his hips, the toy wedges closer to his prostate,
giving Jeongguk that delicious tingle starting at the base of his cock.
Thoughts running rampant, he thinks of Taehyung, the school misfit, taking him
like this, making him ride his cock until tears pinch at the corners of his
eyes.
“Nnngh,” Jeongguk whimpers, feeling a touch filthy and shameful over the
direction his thoughts have taken but much too gone to stop. What would
Taehyung think if he found out what he's doing? How he's close to coming from
visuals of those large hands wrapping around his tiny waist and fucking him
senseless? “O-oh,” Jeongguk slurs, bracing his knees onto the ground and
spreading his legs a little wider, so that each rock of his hips downwards
makes his cock slap against the ground, slick and messy with precum.
A heated flush spreads down his body, and, with a shudder, Jeongguk closes his
eyes, surrenders to the feeling and sinks down hard onto the dildo, hard enough
to wrack a tremor through his spine and tear a cry from his parted lips.
Jeongguk slaps a hand to his mouth to smother his cries as he comes, jaw
becoming slack as he milks himself of everything he's got, spilling long and
hard onto the floor with the last weak rocks of his hips.
When it becomes too much and over sensitivity doesn't feel as good with a toy,
Jeongguk comes to a halt and presses his forehead onto the ground, slick with
sweat and smelling of come. Panting, he licks his dry lips and groans, spent
and exhausted but needing to clean up.
Gingerly, he pulls off the toy and blushes at the squelch, laying on the floor
silently for a few moments.
He's not sure what to make of himself after this, other than the fact that he's
going a little mad.
With what little dignity he has left, Jeongguk slips off his shirt and uses it
to clean the mess he's made on the floor before standing and walking towards
the bathroom, toy in hand. Not only does he have to shower again, but he'll
have to clean the dildo, hide it and make sure it remains a secret.
Just like his developing attraction towards Taehyung has to remain secret, as
well. God knows the guy doesn't need the ego boost, especially from him.
Jeongguk’s face feels like he's been tossed inside an oven. Just how is he
supposed to look him in the eye after this?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The next day, Jeongguk heads into school, red backpack hanging loosely off one
shoulder, in search of Taehyung. He spent the night debating his options, and
although he's still mortified of himself and his actions, he's decided to
follow through and see what it's like living the way Taehyung does. If all else
fails, he can always just say no and call Hoseok for a ride, so he isn't so
nervous.
He pretends not to be relieved or excited when he sees the guy by the bleachers
having a cigarette, Jimin by his knees furiously typing away on his phone with
a lollipop in his mouth.

It's as Taehyung is crushing the cigarette beneath his boot that he sees
him coming towards them. He smiles, wide and boxy at the edges and beckons
Jeongguk over with a crook of his fingers. Jeongguk feels like he's being
tugged by a leash around his neck, but goes anyway. It's true what they say
about danger: it draws a person in like a moth to a flame.
“Angel, you came back,” Taehyung says once Jeongguk is close, seemingly pleased
to see him again. If the way he crowds Jeongguk and thumbs his chin is an
indicator, he doesn’t know what personal space is or doesn’t care enough enough
to abide by those rules. “Did you miss me? Jimin's boyfriend said you did.”
“He wishes he were my boyfriend,” Jimin chimes in from his perch on the ground,
but it doesn't get acknowledged by Jeongguk seeing as he's too busy cursing the
guy. Yoongi. The boyfriend or whatever he is.
Jeongguk scowls at Jimin, but the black haired boy ignores him in favor of
continuing to type on his phone. He lies to Taehyung, “Your friends boyfriend
is full of it.”
“Again, not my boyfriend,”
“Keep quiet, pretty,” Taehyung tells Jimin with a wry grin. He moves
closer—enough to where Jeongguk can practically taste the smell of his cologne
on his tongue. “Onto what's important: why are you still here?”
“Um,” Jeongguk breathes, finding it hard to swallow. Taehyung seems to be
everywhere, in the air, trapped inside his lungs. Being up close, every inch of
his pretty face visible to him, leaves Jeongguk feeling a little dizzy. A lot
starstruck.
"Would you two look at the time? I've got people to see, places to be.” Jimin
interrupts, suddenly coming to stand and moving away, which Jeongguk isn't sure
he's thankful for yet. To Taehyung he says with a sweet little smile, “Wrap it
before you tap it, Tae. Later Gukkie~”
"I hate him." Jeongguk mumbles, staring after the black haired boy who walks
with a sway to his hips that he must know draws attention.
Taehyung sighs beside him. Jeongguk finds that he, too, is staring at Jimin's
ass. "It's impossible to hate Jimin."
“Whatever.”

"Enough about him, though.” Taehyung muses, his finger present against
Jeongguk’s chin. He skims down, stopping at the base of his tie and wrapping
the red fabric around his fingertip, giving it a tug. “Catching a ride with me
today, angel?"
"I—yes?” Yes,” Jeongguk repeats more steadily, despite the way his heart is
rattling. “Show me what it's like...being like you.”
Taehyung's grin should worry him, but really, it thrills him a little bit. “Oh
baby, you're feelin’ reckless? I can handle that just fine.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Taehyung owns a motorcycle. Jeongukk is positive that's not legal to have one
on school property, or maybe it is and it’s just his nerves speaking for him.
Who the hell knows? He doesn’t. His palms are sweating and they haven't even
moved, yet.
"Is this safe?” Jeongguk squeaks once Taehyung secures his helmet, more from
how nice his fingers feel against his fringe than anything else. They feel soft
and warm against his skin.
"Nope." The guy has the nerve to laugh, finding Jeongguk’s nerves hilarious.
Jeongguk gapes at him. "What am I supposed to hold onto?!"
Slowly Taehyung grabs his hands, stepping in front of Jeongguk where he sits on
the bike and bringing his palms to curve around his waist. “Me. You hold onto
me, angel. I got you.”
"Oh,” Jeongguk swallows, "alright."
So Jeongguk does hold onto Taehyung. He holds onto his waist tightly, pressing
his chest against his back. Wow, he's solid and thick. Jeongguk blushes hot.
Taehyung gives him a lazy wink and nothing more before he's revving the goddamn
bike so loud that Jeongguk is sure everyone's heard.
Jeongguk isn't the type to do this, but coasting on a motorcycle, holding onto
a guy that's definitely not good for him, he feels light, as if he's floating.
Exhilarated.
He tightens his grip around Taehyung during a sharp turn and bursts out
laughing, high off adrenaline.
 
 
 
 
 
"Lesson one in letting loose, angel,” Taehyung says the moment they stop
beneath a bridge near the Han river. He climbs off the bike lithely, pulls
Jeongguk by the hips to the edge of the seat and stands between his parted
thighs, large palms splayed. "Lose the uniform. Strip.”
Jeongguk face must express how scared he is, for Taehyung smiles. He fingers
the knot of his tie, his other palm cupping his shoulder. “Not like that. Not
yet,”
"Not ever,” Jeongguk blurts out, face hot.
"We'll see.” Taehyung says. He’s slow in undoing Jeongguks tie, slipping it
off. It falls on top of the seat in a silent rustle of fabric against leather.
Jeongguk feels hot all over when those fingers skim over the hollow of his
throat. “You're real fucking pretty, you realize?”
Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say to that, so he opts for not saying anything.
 
What Taehyung means by ridding him of his clothes is helping him out of his
school issued blazer and tie, leaving him in just his slacks and his white T
shirt. Jeongguk holds his breath and swallows thick when Taehyung's knuckles
brush over his cheek.
It feels nice, too nice.
What's surprisingly nice as well is how Taehyung leads them past his bike
and further into the tunnel with their hands linked loosely, his free hand
holding onto a backpack that rattles every few steps.
"Lesson two: Tagging. Ever worked a spray can before?”
"Yes. Well, in Hairspray.”
Taehyung groans through his laugh, an attractive smile that boxes at the edges
and makes his eyes appear softer. He seems to glow in his element, bathed in
dim lights and surrounded by brick and graffiti, closer to art than anything
these walls can hold.
"Cute as fuck. A whole babydoll.” He murmurs softly, side eyeing Jeongguk.
“Here, just watch me for now, then try.”
So it goes with Jeongguk sitting on hard concrete and watching Taehyung tag a
wall. It's nothing much, just simple lines and cartoonish figures in vibrant
hues of yellow , orange and black, which he assumes is for his benefit.
Cheeky, Taehyung finishes his tag and adds a lopsided heart with his initials
(and Jeongguks) inside. The rattling of the can as Taehyung shakes it echoes
down the tunnel, and when he grins at Jeongguk he feels flustered. “I'm pretty
cute too, huh? Anyone sees this is going to think I'm romantic.”
"Or a vandal,” Jeongguk mutters absently, meeting the others eyes as he looms
close.
"You like it,” Taehyung teases, much too close for comfort. He hands him the
spray can once he's on his feet, and flattens his palm against his lower back,
holding him steady. "Right?"
Jeongguk shivers. He blames the wind for the tremor going up his spine and not
the boy with grey hair who's beginning to get under his skin too easily.
“I'm not sure,” he says more to himself than to Taehyung. “I'm not sure about a
lot of things anymore.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
"Do you really need to hold me like this? I can do it on my own,” Jeongguk
grumbles, but doesn't move Taehyung. He stands, hand resting around his waist
whilst he’s bent and trying to do this tagging business. He might not be used
to doing these things, but Jeongguk is nothing if not determined.
Taehyung grins against him, smile apparent against his shoulder. “I'm good
where I am, angel. Thanks."
His end design is mediocre at best: a series of smileys along with his own
garbled version of a heart (badass with an arrow shot through). But Jeongguk
doesn't care. He smiles at his design, at the paint staining his fingers, and
he feels strangely liberated.
He doesn't register that Taehyung is smiling at him until he turns and meets
his eyes, breath coming out in a soft whisper when he realizes they're so
close. Enough to where Jeongguk can map the curve of his lips, feel the other’s
exhale against his mouth.
“Did I do good?” Jeongguk whispers, finding that he wants to do well, impress
Taehyung. Show him he's trying to relate to him on another level.
It takes a second in which taehyung skims his palm up and down Jeongguk’s arm,
tracing his skin and sending goosebumps across it, before he answers. Quiet,
voice laced with something Jeongguk can't ascertain, he mumbles, “Good.”
Jeongguk beams at him, then stills when he feels fabric press against his
cheek, tender and hesitant.
“You ready to ride, angel?” Taehyung asks him after he's done pressing a
bandana to his cheek to clean off a spatter of paint.
Jeongguks nose wrinkles, but he nods, excited to feel the wind hit his skin
again.
"I'm ready.”

Funny how he's beginning to believe that.
Taehyung grins at him and holds out his hand, long fingers flexing. Their hands
find each other's again, and they go slowly, Jeongguk beginning to shed pieces
of himself along the way.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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This time around, Jeongguk isn't afraid to hold onto Taehyung tightly. He rests
his chin over the guy's shoulder, content on enjoying the wind and the way it
feels on him mixed with the smell of Taehyungs body heat pressed against his.
The city blurs past them, left behind and forgotten.
"Whoa, you live here?” Jeongguk asks upon entering a gated community surrounded
by sprawling mansions and expensive cars.
Taehyung shifts in his seat, fingers fiddling with his helmet. “Eh, it's
nothing special. We're not staying though, I just came to get my wallet.”
Jeongguk frowns. "But–
“Drop it, Angel. We're not staying—are you pouting?” Taehyung mutters
incredulously. He sounds irritated, yet he handles Jeongguk with care, helping
him off the bike and removing his helmet.
Jeongguk curls his hand around Taehyung's shirt, eyes going rounder, lower lip
jutting out. “I mean...maybe?”
Taehyung sighs, jaw clenched. He nods, seemingly understanding. "You do that a
lot to get your way?”
"Sometimes,” Jeongguk admits sheepishly. "Only when I know it'll work.”
Taehyung stares at him long and hard, tongue coming out to wet his lips.
"Right, only when it works."
 

Jeongguk is very surprised by the inside of Taehyung's home. It's all glass and
modern; right out of a catalog, minus the living parents waiting at the door
with an energetic golden retriever (most likely named something along the lines
of Spot). He goes to slip his shoes off, mindful of his manners, when Taehyung
hauls him inside with a roll of his eyes.
"Nobody's home, babydoll.” He says quietly, eyes facing forward but unfocused.
"Nobody is ever home.”
It's the way he says it, coupled with his somber expression, that makes
Jeongguk tighten his grip around his hand. A silent show of support. I'm here,
he hopes Taehyung understands, even if it's just for today.
 
It's a quick affair of finding Taehyung's wallet inside a spacious bedroom that
has a four poster bed smothered in supple dark covers.
Jeongguk stares at the bed whilst Taehyung busies himself in patting his
pockets, making sure he has everything and switching jackets. It’s a soft red
bomber with a grey hood stitched into the collar. He pictures himself on the
bed, thoughts heading south wherein Jeongguk sees himself panting, writhing in
need as Taehyung looms above him, pressing his hips hard onto the mattress—
He swallows hard and blushes once Taehyung notices where he's staring at. "See
something on that bed you like, Angel?” He murmurs, wetting his lips with his
tongue and watching Jeongguk.
Jeongguk all but runs down the stairs, nearly tripping in a haste to avoid
Taehyung's teasing grin. "No.”
"I mean if you did you'd just have to say so.”
Jeongguk can't breathe; it's as if Taehyung can tell what he wanted. What he
wants. Needs. His clothes feel too tight. Constricting.
"Shut up, I was just looking.” He lies, knowing he's not fooling Taehyung, let
alone himself.
"Thinking about yourself on that bed?” Taehyung doesn't quit, and soon it's a
matter of Jeongguk running around the house with Taehyung chasing after him,
teasing him. Jeongguk feels like prey, and, funny enough, he wants to be caught
like one, too. “Do you wanna' kiss me on my bed, Jeonggukie? Get a little more
bad?”
"SHUT UP."
Taehyung, knowing the house layout, corners Jeongguk against a wall adjacent to
the sun room, palm flat against his stomach. He's breathing hard, equally as
winded as Jeongguk from the chase.
They stare at each other for a few seconds, the room feels bathed in heat,
sweltered by this mounting tension between them. Jeongguk’s heart beats wildly
in his chest: a rumbling thump thump that goes boom clap and makes him feel
like one dumb, big stupid boy falling down a rabbit hole, lost but uncaring.

Something hot flares inside Jeongguks belly, makes him blush and fidget. It
doesn't help that Taehyung's fingers trail down & stop at the top of his pants,
teasing across the belt buckle.
 
"Tae,” Jeongguk murmurs thickly, looking up at Taehyung from beneath his
lashes. He wets his lips and whimpers when he sees him staring at his mouth
with hunger. "Please."
"Yeah, baby? This what you want?” Taehyung whispers, bringing his thumb to the
seam of Jeongguks lips to tease them.
"Yes,” Jeongguk is trembling, lips parting around his thumb.
When Taehyung finally leans in to replace his finger with his lips and kiss
him, Jeongguk absolutely melts, body sagging into the solid heat of the others
embrace.
Taehyung's lips are soft. He tastes like cherries and cigarettes. At first it's
just that. Lips moving together, just a gentle stroking of mouths coming close
and moving apart, shared intakes of breath.
Jeongguk feels his body soften, feels how shaky the inhale and exhale of his
breath comes. He's sure he's never felt anything burn this hot inside him
before, and he moans into the kiss, blushing when noting how needy he sounds
already.
If not for Taehyung keeping a steady hand curled around his jaw Jeongguk is
sure he'd float away. Just to play it safe he holds onto him tight, arms
wrapping around the guy's neck; pulling himself closer, leaving no distance
between them.
He squeaks at the sudden weightlessness of being carried. Oh— as if he weighs
nothing, when he's sure he outweighs Taehyung. He continues carrying him down
the hall.
In between the increasingly intense kiss, bodies pressed against another wall
as impatience to press their mouths together more rules over everything,
Taehyung asks, “Where do you want it? Two choices. My bed or my bike.”
“Bed,” Jeongguk murmurs thickly, shivering as Taehyung’s lips come just beneath
his jaw to press feverish kisses there, leaving him wanting. “God, yeah, your
bed. Just—move. Please.”
Taehyung grins against his lips, then pulls away to laugh at his flustered
state, thumbing his chin. “You want it on my bed, huh?” Jeongguk doesn't
dignify his statement with a response. He just kisses him again, determined to
go all the way, to feel how it goes to do what you want with who you want.
Taehyung, not one to go easy on him, tugs his lower lip into his mouth to
suckle it before letting it bounce back. Against his ear, he whispers, “Want me
to fuck you on my bed, pretty?”
“Yes,” Jeongguk whines, fingers coming up to thread into taehyung's silky grey
hair and tug it hard, enough so that the other groans, the sound husky, sending
a burst of heat towards his cock, “Please.”
Being reckless tastes better coupled with Taehyung, who's mouth tastes like
candy. Jeongguk whines during that brief interval in which they have to take
the stairs, otherwise they’d fall by trying to do so with him being carried,
but soon, after a frantic clash of mouths, hot and hungry for each other and
intentions being spoken, is whining for a different reason all together.

Of course Jeongguk whines. Taehyung's hands feel fantastic against his bare
skin with each piece of clothing he takes off. First the shirt, which he
unbuttons deftly, then his pants. The belt removed, the zipper and button
teased open until his hard cock can slip free and press against his stomach,
all skilled. His tongue feels even nicer dipping against his navel and against
his inner thighs, laving over the skin with teasing little nips.

Jeongguk’s hands fist the pillows, and he arches into Taehyung, pressing the
base of his cock against his face. Desperate, needy for friction, for that
gorgeous mouth to be on him, he pleads. “More. Wanna’ feel your hands—nnnh,
ah—on me.”
He gets what he's looking for, and lets out a series of moans that are
breathless when an incredible wet heat surrounds the tip of his cock where
slick precome dribbles past the slit. Jeongguk can barely breathe, and smothers
his whines with his palm slapping against his mouth, for Taehyung suckles the
tip oh so nicely, his tongue lapping at the base in time with his hand that
slips between his thighs to massage his perineum, he can’t help it.
“O-oh, Tae,” he hiccups, thighs jerking closed around Taehyung’s cheeks as he
works his hot mouth down the base of his cock eagerly, as if seeing him come
undone like this is better than anything else. Jeongguk writhes, brings his
fingers down to grab at taehyung's hair and wrench it hard, enough to make the
other lift those sultry eyes up to his and raise a brow in question.
Taehyung sounds fantastic, filling the room with his own deep sounds, as if
getting Jeongguk off fills him with pleasure too. He grips Jeongguks thighs,
fingers applying firm pressure, holding each against his wide shoulders whilst
he licks and sucks his way down until he’s grazing Jeongguk’s balls with the
tip of his tongue.
Jeongguk isn't too proud to beg, not when he could honestly come from just
that. He writhes against the leather seat, “Tae, please.”
"This your first time, angel?" Taehyung asks on the pull off, lips wet against
the shaft as he comes up to press a series of kisses against the throbbing tip
of his cock.
“N-no,” Jeongguk whines, “its not. God, I’m ready—just,” he pants, sweat doting
along his skin. “Fu–fuck me.”
"Hm, cute,” Taehyung murmurs against his navel, looking up at him with a grin,
before he's standing and bringing Jeongguk’s hands to the zipper of his pants,
the imprint of his cock making Jeongguk wet his lips. "Go ahead, angel. Get
what you're looking for.”
Jeongguk’s hands shake as he pops the button and lowers the zipper, until his
cock springs past the confines of his boxers, long and thick, nestled within a
trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Taehyung's dick is big. There's no prettier way
to word it other than that. Jeongguk gapes at the thing and wonders how that's
gonna fit without some pain involved, if it’s going to fill him so deliciously
like his dildo had the night before.

As if sensing his worries, Taehyung presses a kiss to the tip of his nose just
as he reaches inside his bedside drawer for a small bottle. Jeongguk eyes it
for a moment, which prompts Taehyung to say, “It never hurts to be prepared,
babydoll. Don't overthink it. We’ll fit.”
"Yeah,” Jeongguk whispers. He shudders when a slick finger comes to press
against him, tense and nervous, but anticipating the stretch, the burning
pleasure that’ll settle deep in his body.
Taehyung soothes his nerves by kissing him, licking into his mouth nice and
slow, suckling his tongue just as the first finger presses in. It feels so
good. “There, angel, just relax.”
That first finger feels good, long and fucking into Jeongguk’s clenching
entrance, but nothing tops how great it feels when Taehyung is opening him with
three long fingers, each rubbing the right spot over and over again,
stimulating his tender prostate until tears gather at the corner of his eyes.
Jeongguk’s lips part on a silent whine, thighs trembling.
"Tae—just...hurry, please,” He slurs, rocking onto those three fingers,
hungrily chasing the feeling they provide when they fuck into him, “Now,
please."
"Who knew you'd be such a spoiled baby, huh? So fucking cute like this, such a
filthy mouth,” Taehyung purrs, crooking his fingers on a deep thrust so hard
that a sob wrenches past Jeongguk’s lips. He sees stars, or maybe that’s
Taehyung, who knows.
"Y-yeah,” he hiccups, wriggling onto the three fingers. "Fuh—Fuck me. Fill me
with your cock,”
"Of course babydoll," Taehyung doesn't wait for his response, slow in slipping
his fingers out so that he can procure a condom from his bedside table and
sheath his cock. Jeongguk, wanting the weight of him in his hands, strokes more
lube onto the shaft, getting it nice and slick just for him.
It's a matter of Jeongguk holding his breath. Taehyung presses the blunt tip
against the rim before he slowly eases his way inside, bringing their hands
laced above his head and pressing them onto the mattress.
Jeongguk moans loud and languid, loving the fullness, how tight he clenches
around the cock pushing inside, how heavy it feels coupled with taehyung
pinning his thighs onto the bed, almost folding him in half. “Yes,” he murmurs,
near drunk off pleasure, his body pliant under Taehyung’s.
Taehyung doesn't move until he gives the okay and, when he does, Jeongguk’s
back arches at the sudden deep thrust that fills him to the very brim, to where
Taehyung’s balls are flush to the curve of his ass. Taehyung has no mercy when
it comes to reducing him to a sobbing mess.

His head starts to feel light, overwhelmed as Taehyung lowers to brush soft
kisses anywhere he can reach. His cheeks, the tip of his nose, his mouth, even
in the dip of his throat. Jeongguk can’t breathe without feeling Taehyung
everywhere, deep inside him in more ways than one.
He rocks beneath him the best he can, trying to meet each hard thrust, the slap
of their skin meeting making excitement coil low in his belly. Jeongguk
whimpers, a string of desperate noises leaving his slack lips when Taehyung
slides his big hand between their bodies to take his cock in hand to stroke it
in time with each sharp thrust, smearing the copious amounts of precome down
his shaft.
“There?” Taehyung murmurs, just as he does it again, fucking into Jeongguk with
a hard grind of his trim hips. “You like it there, pretty baby?”

"Nngh–” Jeongguk tries, but can't articulate, tongue heavy in his mouth, lips
parted. That seems to ignite something in Taehyung. Maybe it's the way Jeongguk
clings to him, maybe it's how he whines or arches. All Jeongguk can tell is
that Taehyung fucks him like no one else. The room echoes with their meshed
sounds.
Jeongguk loves it.
He curls his hands around Taehyung’s shoulders, nails digging into the soft
skin as he pulls him down for another kiss. Desperate and mewling, the pleasure
too intense, Jeongguk parts his lips against Taehyung’s and licks into his
mouth, swallowing each sound he makes.
“Tae,” he whispers, breathing fast. “Gonna, gah—baby, I’m coming, m’coming.
Ah—” His cheeks flush—hell, his entire body feels like it's been set ablaze
with the deep rooted pleasure inside him. Growing, pulsing. Jeongguk stills,
clenches down hard around Taehyung, and comes in thick drops that dribble down
his twitching cock that bobs against his belly with each responding thrust
delivered to him.
Taehyung curls his hands around Jeongguk’s jaw, urging him up so that their
foreheads pressed together. His thumb pushines past his parted lips so that he
can suckle it whilst he, too, comes inside the condom, hips losing their
finesse and slowing. "Jeongguk,”
“Oh—yes, come, please. I want it.”
Taehyung eases them through it, gently rocking their bodies together until the
heat subsides and both realize they're sweating, come sodden & flushed.
Jeongguk blushes. He hadn't anticipated this, feeling so tender and
overwhelmed, but he doesn't regret it. Not Taehyung.
"Lemme' clean you up, angel.” Taehyung breathes against his temple, smile
apparent against his skin. “Shit, look at you, you’re the prettiest goddamn
thing.”
Jeongguk turns his face into the pillows, covering it with his arms as well.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, then whines when he’s suddenly left empty, his entrance
clenching around air, still wanting more.
Taehyung notices this, and his fingers come to play, pushing inside him to
brush right up against his prostate; the sudden pleasure so intense it rips a
sob past Jeongguk's lips, and his spent cock twitches.
“Greedy,” He says with a husky, pleasant laugh before pulling his fingers out
and circling them around his thigh. “You enjoyed that, yeah? You were
comfortable?”
Jeongguk looks up at him then, sees how earnest he looks in asking whether he
truly was comfortable or not, and feels a pang hit his chest. “Yes,” he
whispers, finding their proximity stifling, much too close for him to handle so
quickly. “Yes, Tae, I’m fine.”

Taehyung more or less remains on top of him for a few seconds, aimlessly
carding his fingers through his hair, and catching his breath. Jeongguk tries
not make it too obvious how eager he is to cuddle, but fails and ends up hiding
his face between the crook of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, sagging into the
touch. Their legs slot together messily, and Jeongguk could honest to god fall
asleep right now, but he knows they can’t.
With a sigh, wishing they had more time, Jeongguk pulls away and sits up, very
aware of the come on his stomach and the tenderness he feels inside him.
Taehyung rolls into a sitting position beside him and notices this, then grins.
So boyish and messy, his grey hair is a tangled, damp mess around his forehead
that Jeongguk can’t help but lean in to fix.
“We should go, huh?”
Jeongguk wants to say no. “Yeah,” he whispers, swallowing hard, “we should.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Watching Taehyung clean him up is awkward enough to Jeongguk, never mind the
fact that the guy decides praising him through it. Jeongguk’s face is hot like
he's stuck inside a oven. He squirms whilst zipping up his pants, feeling a
deep soreness inside him he hadn't felt before.
Taehyung watches him with a small grin whenever he winces but doesn't tease
him, which Jeongguk appreciates. Together they try to compose themselves enough
to leave, but they look a little worse for wear in their wrinkled clothes, with
skin smelling of sex.

In hindsight Jeongguk is sure that maybe he shouldn't have jumped the gun with
Taehyung like this, of course. Maybe he should've slowed down and not have made
himself so available so quickly, gotten to know him better. Hell, maybe he
should've let whatever is happening now happen after a date (if such a thing
were ever possible for them), but well… he didn't and well… here they are.
And here Jeongguk is feeling awkward, like a dumb stupid boy pining after his
first big crush right after they've had sex, like a big baby. He nibbles his
lower lip uncertainly, fiddling with his tie before trying to restore its
former appearance.
There's a niggling in his head telling him to be careful, otherwise he's going
to get his heart broken somehow. Taehyung says he likes him, and flirting and
enjoying each other’s company comes easily, but he could just be using him as a
conquest. Another notch in his bedpost without any interest in pursuing
anything else. Most likely won't if he doesn't have to. Why would he? He can
have anyone that's more like him, instead of Jeongguk, who's borderline
ordinary in comparison.
His stomach sinks at the thought of being another name added onto a list of
dumb boys falling under Taehyung's spell. Led by that abrupt sadness and fear
of being forgotten about or worse, being spoken badly about by others if they
find out, Jeongguk whispers, “Please don't tell anyone about this.”
In the middle of slipping back on the pretty red bomber jacket over his
shoulders, Taehyung flinches as if he's been slapped. Instantly Jeongguk is
flooded with guilt, wondering when it became okay to hurt someone who's been
nothing but kind to him.
He comes closer, palm curling over Taehyung's cheek and turning it so that
he'll look at him. “I didn't mean that, I'm sorry.”
“You did mean it,” Taehyung says with a resigned smile that doesn't quite meet
his eyes. He doesn't shrug out of Jeongguk’s hold, however. On the contrary he
turns until they're face to face, nowhere to hide. “I get it, yeah? I got a
reputation. That shit follows you around like a disease. You're smart to wanna
keep it a secret, pretty.”
“I don't care if anyone finds out,” Jeongguk whispers, finding that he actually
means it, which leaves him sagging in relief against Taehyung's shoulder. “I'm
starting to realize that Yoongi was kind of right.”
Taehyung sounds like he's smiling. His fingers come up, squeezing around his
shoulders, thumbs kneading. “What did that fucker say now? Poetic filth, I
swear he does that shit because Jimin likes it.”
“He told me not to live on public perception,” Jeongguk mumbles sheepishly,
rolling his eyes up so that he can admire the way Taehyung's throat works a
swallow. “I'm trying not to do that.”

“Keep hanging with me and you'll get there, pretty. We can make it another
lesson. We can up the ante and fuck every time you shed another feather off
your wings.” Taehyung suggests, smirking down at him before pressing his finger
to the tip of his nose and poking it.
Jeongguk’s eyes cross trying to follow it, but he doesn't move, finding that
Taehyung's body feels solid, warm and inviting.
“I’d like that,” he says timidly, more to himself than to Taehyung.
Taehyung hears him, and instead of responding verbally just does so by pressing
a hard kiss to his forehead before pulling away. He searches his pockets for a
cigarette and his lighter and lights up. Smoke billows around his face, but
Jeongguk doesn’t pay attention to that.
Taehyung’s hands are shaking, just a little. “Shit—that hit the spot,” he says
in a grunt, voice huskier than usual. Jeongguk eyes his hands, which Taehyung
must mistake as a sign of curiosity to smoke, for he holds it out to him.
“Wanna’ try it out, angel?”
Jeongguk’s nose wrinkles. “Er–no,” he mumbles, “Thank you.” He fiddles with his
hands, unsure where to put them.
Taehyung rolls his eyes and brings Jeongguk’s hands to lay flat against his
chest, then slides them down to his waist. "Don't overthink any of this, angel.
You're having fun, yeah?"
"Yeah, Tae."
"Good." Taehyung murmurs, pursing his lips to the side so that his exhale
doesn’t blow smoke in Jeongguk’s face. “That’s all that matters. You ready to
go?”
Wordless, too fascinated by the steady beat of Taehyung’s heart beneath his
palm, Jeongguk nods.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Taehyung makes sure his bike is all set before they're both climbing onto it.
Timidly, Jeongguk holds onto him, hiding in the crook of his neck, needing a
little reassurance that he's doing good.
Taehyung squeezes his hands around his waist, and laces their fingers together.
That alone serves for him to believe that he’s alright, that somehow they’re
both alright.
Riding on the bike this time around feels better. Nicer. The wind isn't as
harsh and he's not as scared. Taehyung takes them around the city's less
populated streets, where buildings are abandoned and cars are scarce, showing
Jeongguk how people on the other side of his perfectly crafted bubble really
live.
He brings it to a stop in front of an old convenience store with a broken sign
and steps off, uncaring that his bike is easily the most expensive thing on the
street and can get stolen without any trouble. Sensing his hesitation, Taehyung
smiles at him. “It's cool, Jimin and I come here all the time. Breathe, angel."
Jeongguk nods, buts he's nervous stepping inside. He feels like an outsider, as
if he shouldn’t be here surrounded by all this, seeing as he’s never given any
thought to people being less fortunate than he is. It fills him with guilt and
shame for being so naive regarding these things.
Inside the convenience store it’s only them.
"A lesson you might not have thought of but is so fucking important even when
you're an asshole like me: give back, angel. We've all got bills.” Taehyung
says, as he absently fills a small red basket with all the candies he can ever
need. Red lollipops included, of course. “People forget that. It pisses me off,
so I try to help however I can.”
Jeongguk watches Taehyung scan the items in shelves with interest and sees a
side of him he hadn't anticipated. He’s not what people believe. Not entirely.
Maybe he’s no angel, but is anyone? Jeongguk finds that he likes seeing these
things that no one but him and Jimin get to witness. It makes him feel special,
a little less like an outcast.
Once he’s done, basket full of things he wants, Taehyung leads him by the hand
towards the register, leaving a substantial amount of cash on the counter
without the lady at the till even ringing him up, and ushers him outside.
"Tae,” Jeongguk murmurs, gripping his hand tightly as Taehyung stuffs his
candies into his pocket, "That was nice of you."
Taehyung hums and waves it off noncommittally, as if it’s no big deal. He hands
Jeongguk a lollipop and takes one for himself between his lips. Lips that have
been on him. Oh— "Gotta spend all this money I don't need on shit that matters
yeah? C'mere, walk with me a little.”
Jeongguk follows after him. Of course he does.
They walk a little, with Taehyung showing him the spots he frequents with Jimin
whenever they ditch school. Speaking of him, Jeongguk can't help but wonder,
“Are you and Jimin a thing?”
"That jealousy I hear?" Taehyung smirks. “You’re curious?”
Jeongguk scowls. "No," he lies. Maybe a little. “You can’t blame me. Everyone
thinks you and Jimin are together, seeing as you’re joined at the hip.”
"Jimin is...the closest thing to a steady relationship I’ve ever had,” Taehyung
explains, lips pursed around his lollipop as he suckles it. “And I don’t mean
romantically. We tried that shit and it didn’t work out. Not because we weren’t
good for each other, but because we’d be better for other people, understand?
Jimin is one of the best people you’ll ever meet, though. Having him as my best
friend is ten-out-of-ten better than any romantic ties we coulda’ had. So no,”
he pauses to look over at Jeongguk, sending him a small smile, “We're not a
thing. Not anymore. Jimin's trying the feelings thing with Yoongi, though
they're both shit at it, if you couldn't tell.” Taehyung says with a short
laugh as they come to a stop in front of a bar with foggy windows, faded brick
walls and a green awning that’s seen better days. "No need to be jealous, even
if it's hot as fuck."
Flustered, Jeongguk turns away, hoping to get it together quickly. “Oh,” he
mumbles, “well, that explains a lot.”
 
Inside the bar the patrons call Taehyung “V” excitedly. Some even tip their
glasses in greeting as he passes by them, which makes Jeongguk let out a series
of breathless giggles despite his initial nervousness. They could still be
kicked out for being in there as they’re underage. Or at least he is, anyway.
Just shy of turning eighteen.
“Hell if I know why that shit’s stuck,” Taehyung snorts, but his smile doesn’t
wane. Turning abruptly, Taehyung crowds Jeongguk by the bar and thumbs his
chin, eyes intent on his lips for a moment before they come up to meet his.
"Lesson four, babydoll?"

A little reckless, high off how Taehyung makes him feel when he smiles at him
like this, Jeongguk nods. Presses close, bolder than usual as he whispers into
his ear, “Yes.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Lesson four is a mixture of getting Jeongguk to have his first ever
drink—something bitter that makes his tongue feel numb after he’s swallowed—and
somehow having him agree to play pool even though he’s never played pool
before. Nervous, unsteady, and distracted, he holds the stick between his hands
and watches Taehyung bend across the table in front of him, eyeing the ball
before he shoots.
"Stare at my ass any longer I might think you like it." Taehyung teases, giving
him a long look over his shoulder, grin in tow. “Might think you got bad
intentions with it, angel.”
"Maybe I do,” Jeongguk says to himself, wetting his lips with the tip of his
tongue, unable to look away from Taehyung. How his trim waist flares out at the
hips and shapes a nice, full ass beneath his tight jeans. "Maybe I'm going
crazy."
On his turn, he fails miserably, mind running away with him over thoughts of
Taehyung’s ass and how it would feel to try making him feel good, and scowls.
Taehyung comes behind him, palm flat against his lower back, just over the
curve of his ass. Teasing, he says,“Need some help?"
“No,” Jeongguk balks, forcing an indignant look instead of outright admitting
that he sucks at pool. Steered by fickle pride, he shoots again and misses,
almost knocking the ball off the table in the process. Shoulders hunched, and
stiff, he tells a grinning Taehyung, “Okay, maybe just a little.”
"You just gotta aim, angel,” Taehyung breathes against his ear, bending him to
his liking until it's obvious the position is intentional, his ass flush to
Taehyung's front to where he can feel the base of his cock, half hard. “Can you
do that?”
"Y-yeah,” Jeongguk whispers. He's distracted, thinking of what else they could
be doing, of how nice it feels to be full of Taehyung where it counts.
"Tell you what, you sink that one in and I'll fuck you again,” Taehyung tells
him just as he's about to shoot, which makes him falter. His fingers brush down
the swell of his ass, then dip into his back pocket. “That sound nice?”
"Sounds like a p-plan.” Jeongguk swallows. "Yes."
Jeongguk suddenly has incentive to focus, and despite the fact that Taehyung
tries distracting him by pressing the softest of kisses to the base of his
neck, he aims straight and shoots, hitting the ball dead on. It sinks into the
hole, and Jeongguk smiles, then shivers when he looks over his shoulder to see
Taehyung watching him with hooded eyes.
“I got it,” he breathes, turning so that his body is now pressed up against
Taehyung’s. Solid, but soft muscle that’s hot to the touch. Jeongguk’s lower
back digs into the table as he leans back, enough so that his hips jut out
around Taehyung’s palms framing them. “Where’s my reward?”
“Time for another lesson,” Taehyung tells him softly, eyeing him in a way
that’s indecent in public but fills Jeongguk with excitement. Anyone who walks
in and sees them won’t mistake it, and he’s greedy for that. For anyone to know
that he’s been here, inside Taehyung in a way that’s only his. “Lesson five is
gonna’ be the most important one of the day. So pay attention, yeah?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

So, here’s the thing. Jeongguk loves lesson five the most. Lesson five is being
quiet when the situation calls for it. Example being Taehyung bending him over
a row of sinks so that he can yank his pants down to his thighs, the fabric
taut around his skin to prevent him from moving. Never mind the fact that
anyone could come in and see them like this. Taehyung is on his knees,
breathing hot against his ass, whilst Jeongguk just takes whatever he’ll give
him. No, Jeongguk can’t think about it, otherwise he might just faint.
His cock hangs hard between his legs, and a throb forms at the base when
Taehyung’s palms spread his asscheeks, fingers dimpling the skin tight before
he brings his tongue to his rim and licks up.
“Tae—oh,” Jeongguk whispers, palm slapping against his mouth to muffle his
cries. His thighs tense, a shudder crawling up his spine when Taehyung flattens
his tongue, then brings it to his rim and pushes inside, wet and hot licking
into him. Jeongguk’s face burns at the thought of anyone coming inside, and yet
he doesn’t tell Taehyung to stop. On the contrary, he gives a subtle roll of
his hips onto the tongue thrusting inside and fucking him slowly, lost in how
good it feels.
It’s messy, too wet and hot, how Taehyung licks at him like he’s wanted to do
nothing else, and Jeongguk loves it. He tries his hardest not to moan, but it’s
hard, especially when Taehyung brings his thumb along to join his tongue, and
fucks him in alternate with both, nice and deep.
“Yes,” Jeongguk murmurs thickly, head dropping forward to rest on his bent arms
so that he won’t have to see himself in the mirror, see how heavy lidded his
eyes have become and how flushed his skin is. A whine traps in his throat when
Taehyung brings his hand between his legs to circle around his cock, stroking
the tip with his fingers and teasing the foreskin. Precome drips down his
shaft, more so when Taehyung begins stroking him faster, curling his tongue
inside him deeper.
Jeongguk sobs, face pinching in dissatisfaction when all of a sudden it’s all
gone: the tongue and the fingers. He twists to glare at Taehyung, only to moan
when he gets a look at his cock, the only part of Taehyung visible past his
loosened jeans.
“You gotta keep quiet, angel,” Taehyung pants, mouth and chin slick with saliva
from where he’s been. At Jeongguk’s jerky nod and impatient wriggle of his
hips, Taehyung works a condom down his length, then gives it a quick stroke,
his other hand circled around his hip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you,
yeah?”

Jeongguk can’t possible answer that. Not when he’s hauled back, flush to
Taehyung’s chest and feels the thick head of Taehyung’s cock pushing inside
him. A loud moan rips past his lips, a plea for what he’s not sure, in time to
every inch he’s given.
“Oh my god, Taehyung,” Jeongguk whines, hands clenching the counters tightly,
teeth gritting together to keep quiet once he’s full to the brim, spread around
Taehyung’s cock. Overwhelmed, Jeongguk wriggles, shuddering and clenching.
“Fuh—just fuck me.”

Taehyung eases out slowly, dragging his cock until the tip, then promptly slams
inside, fucking into Jeongguk hard enough to steal his breath.
“Such a greedy baby,” Taehyung purrs against his ear, leaving a series of open
mouthed kisses against his neck, his palm coming up until his fingers are
poised at Jeongguk’s lips. “Open.”
Jeongguk moans around the fingers, knowing those have been inside him and
uncaring. He suckles them noisily, and keens when catching sight of themselves
in the mirror, more so over how Taehyung looks as he fucks him. And Jeongguk
does nothing but take it all, arching his back so that every sharp thrust of
Taehyung’s hips against his ass makes him hiccup, makes him whimper.
Taehyung doesn’t stop fucking him, using one large hand to squeeze Jeongguk’s
hip and urge him onto his cock with each thrust, deeper and deeper. The tip
brushes against his prostate and Jeongguk actually sobs, feels air leave his
lungs and his cock give a twitch.
“M’coming—” he slurs, eyes fluttering closed. Heavy lidded, Jeongguk can’t
breathe, can’t look at them any longer.
“Fuck, I’m right there with you,” Taehyung groans, both hands now free to curl
around his ass and spread, thumbs tracing the stretched rim around his cock. He
gives a solid, deep thrust and stills, panting right into Jeongguk’s ear as he
comes. “Baby—”
“Nnngh–oh,” Jeongguk hiccups, stomach muscles tightening before he’s coming, a
thick burst pushing past the tip and dripping down the shaft, around his pubic
hair and down his thighs as he grinds onto Taehyung; wanting everything.
“Taehyung,”
Taehyung grunts a curse, and gives one last thrust, so deep that Jeongguk
writhes at the sudden burst of white hot pleasure that surges up his body. He
bites down on his hand to muffle a scream, vision cutting to white before it
normalizes.
Together they rock gently against one another until the pulsing subsides and
their bodies slow; sweaty and filthy. The smell of sex fills the air.
“Jesus, ‘Gguk,” Taehyung whispers, smiling against his neck. “Make me fucking
crazy, yeah. You’re a wildcard.”
Jeongguk lets out a series of breathless giggles, dizzy, and leans into
Taehyung. “You like it.”
Taehyung surprises him by nodding, sincere in how he whispers, “Yeah, angel. I
do.”
In conclusion, Jeongguk likes lesson five. No, he loves lesson five. He also
likes Taehyung, but that’s another matter entirely and he’ll deal with that
when he can find his brain and articulate properly.

What Jeongguk doesn't like is that after they've left the restroom in a
flurried state, Taehyung checks his phone and frowns at it. "Shit, angel, we
gotta’ blow. Jimin says someone named Hoseok is looking for you like all hell.
You know that person?"
Jeongguk pales. "Fuck, fuck—”
Taehyung nods grimly. "Guess it's time to say goodbye, babydoll."
Jeongguk doesn't like the way that sounds, as if he'll never see Taehyung again
after this day. Abruptly, he clings to Taehyung and hugs him tight, seeking
comfort in the way he smells, how he feels.
After a few seconds of tense silence, Taehyung hugs him back, squeezing him to
his chest. "Oh.”
 
 
 
—
 
Jeongguk comes to term with a touch of shame on his part when he realizes that
Taehyung isn't as bad as he thought. Rough around the edges maybe,
misunderstood probably, but definitely not bad.

At least not to him he’s not.
He clings to him on the ride back, comforted by the wind in his face and the
smell of cherry lollipops and cologne that lingers between them.
 
 
 
 
 
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They arrive at school and Jeongguk comes to the startling realization that he
didn't just ditch a class but an entire day of classes. Parents are outside
picking up students, and the bus is idling by as well.
He sees Hoseok by the sidewalk with Jimin and Yoongi, all looking right at them
and ducks his head into the crook of Taehyung’s neck.
"Wanna’ see what I do when I got an audience, Jeonggukie? Hold onto me."
Taehyung calls out, and Jeongguk has no time to respond before he revs the bike
hard & pushes back, bringing the front wheel up with practiced ease. All he can
do is squeak, and hold on, maybe pray he doesn't die from this.
It feels like he's floating, being on this bike secured by the hold he has on
this guy. Or maybe it's just the taehyung effect, feeling weightless, like
nothing can touch him up the high. Jeongguk isn’t sure anymore.
It lasts a second before then they're back on the ground with Taehyung skidding
to a halt right in front of their friends, who all startle back and glare at
him.
"Don't be an asshole—” Jimin is not impressed by Taehyung, and flips him off
from where he's hiding behind Yoongi, who also looks unimpressed. The only one
who looks a little scared is Hoseok, and it's probably more from not wanting to
get in trouble than anything.
Now that it's time to go, Jeongguk doesn't want to. After the day he’s spent,
going back to how he was, so lackluster and feeling like he’d been missing
something, he rather not.
It’s a quiet, tense affair of them dismounting off the bike, and Taehyung once
again helping him remove his helmet.
Jeongguk swallows when he notices Taehyung’s hand trembling around his helmet.
“Tae,” he says so only Taehyung will hear.
Taehyung's free hand comes to close around his on his waist and squeeze, the
touch wildly intimate in front of their friends. "Yeah, angel?"
"Thanks,” Jeongguk murmurs. “I had a really good time today.”

His stomach does a funny twist when Taehyung smiles, and a touch of color heats
his cheeks. “Don’t mention it, babydoll.”
"This is romantic and all—” Jimin cuts in, interrupting them with a hard
clearing of his throat, “But golden boy’s gotta’ blow unless he wants an ass
beating.”
When it comes time to actually say goodbye, Jeongguk hesitates. Hoseok is
waiting for him by his car, and Jimin and Yoongi have gone off to wait by his
jeep (and gawk at them, still). Leaving him and Taehyung to stare at each
other, the seconds ticking by.

“This is it, huh?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer right away, nibbling his lower lip. He stares at
Taehyung long and hard, really taking him in. After the day they’ve had, moving
on and acting as if it’s never happened doesn’t seem right to him. Whether he’s
wrong or making a mistake, Jeongguk doesn’t care. He makes a decision fueled by
lingering adrenaline.
He comes towards Taehyung, who's watching him with a small smile on his lips,
ignoring how everyone is watching, and cups his jaw, before leaning in to kiss
him how he wants to. Uncaring of the rest.
“Get your man, Golden boy—hey!”
It all goes over his head.
Taehyung doesn't hesitate, and kisses him back, his palm firm over his lower
back, holding him steady, keeping him there.

“Lesson six?” Jeongguk says with a smile against his lips, fingers shifting
through Taehyung’s hair.
When they pull back, Taehyung thumbs Jeongguk’s chin, soft and tender. "Lesson
six in being a badass like me is simple, angel. Fuck what everyone thinks."
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