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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jin_Hyosang_|_Kidoh
  Additional Tags:
      Cat/Human_Hybrids
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      Bangtan_Valentine's_Day_Exchange_2014
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      Published: 2014-02-15 Words: 5063
****** kiss me if it's real ******
by shrdmdnssftw
Summary
     the last think seokjin expects is for one of their members to have a
     tail.
Notes
     For lazychaoz as part of the Bangtan Fic Exchange.
     I hope you like this! I was a bit nervous writing it but hopefully
     I've managed to write something that makes sense… somehow I ended up
     with more plot than I ever expected, whoops.
the last think seokjin expects is for one of their members to have a tail.
actually, no, that's not quite correct. the lastthing he expects is be put in a
group, in a hip hop group to be exact, even if that's what he's been working
towards over the last few years. nevertheless, here he is, a member of bangtan
sonyeondan, and yes, those are ears sticking out the top of taehyung's hair.
it's not common, seeing someone who so openly wears their markers, but it's
not-notcommon, especially in the entertainment industry. just normally in
different sectors, like radio. jeongguk stares a lot but taehyung must be used
to it because he doesn't tell him off, not like yoongi or namjoon would, if
they were in taehyung's place.
if he's not used to the staring now, he'll have to be at some point, seokjin
thinks. he's not quite grasped it himself, the idea that they'll be idols, that
the public will want parts of them, any piece that they're given. he's under no
delusions about how tough he really looks, and hyosang sometimes gives him crap
about it, but the point is that seokjin tries to fit the part that he's been
given.
taehyung makes his role in bangtan fit him.
-
in the time it takes for taehyung to settle into the group, hyosang leaves.
it sounds harsher in words, feels rougher on papers that remove his name from
the list of members. the reality is a softer break, something more organic.
"the realisation that i don't really fit here," is what he tells seokjin,
quietly, before he makes his leave official.
seokjin snorts. "what, and i do?"
hyosang nods, like it's obvious. he sits down next to seokjin, their backs
against the mirrored wall of the practice room, and elbows him lightly in the
side. "you'll be the proper oldest hyung now. and you can take care of them, we
both know that. just remember to take care of yourself too."
they sit there in silence for a while longer until taehyung walks in, ready for
dance practice. hyosang takes it as his cue to leave.
"i'll still see you soon, you know," he says to seokjin and seokjin nods
because they will.
there's no doubt that he'll always have hyosang, in one way or another. they're
like that, seokjin can feel it. the doubt lies in whether what they're left
with will be enough.
taehyung waves goodbye to hyosang like it's no big thing, and it's not, not
really, but seokjin feels like it should be. it should feel as sharp as the
words on his tongue because bangtan are a teamand losing someone like this,
even one who knows its what's best for him and the group-
it takes a moment for seokjin to remember that taehyung is standing there,
watching him and probably wondering why he hasn't gotten up yet. seokjin's not
sure he can. it's still sort of processing. they're early anyway - practice
isn't meant to start for another ten minutes, which means yoongi will turn up
in fifteen.
he sits there until he hears taehyung's voice again, sees his hand offered to
seokjin.
"it's time hyung, come on. we've got to get started," and that's that.
no mention of hyosang skipping out on today. no mention of seokjin's silence.
no questions. just an offered hand.
taehyung has callouses on his fingers and his palms but they're softer than
those caused by wear and tear. they feel like the pads on the foot of a cat and
seokjin almost always flinches when he feels them; unexpected. foreign. he
doesn't let go though. taehyung pulls him up and is the one to break contact,
tail flicking back and forth behind him, lightly skimming the ground.
"thanks," is what seokjin says. sorry, is what he means.
"it's nothing," is taehyung's reply, and seokjin isn't sure which message
taehyung is responding to.
for who he is, taehyung reads the other trainees better than seokjin ever can,
yet remains fairly unreadable himself. or maybe it's just that it was always
more seokjin and hyosang than anything else, and he's just not gotten as firm a
grasp on the others yet.
he'll have to try though. it's not like he has much of a choice, now that
hyosang has left.
-
"you have a message from hyosang," taehyung calls out to seokjin. "again. he
wants to know when you're free."
namjoon snorts. "he's got too much time on his hands for someone who's meant to
be helping yoongi with his compositions."
"everyone except ushas too much time on their hands," seokjin points out, but
he walks over to snatch his phone from taehyung and shoot off a quick reply
anyway, outlining when he's available.
taehyung reads the reply over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at him, the
opposite ear flattening slightly at the same time, and seokjin can't help but
think cute.
"you have vocal lessons then, hyung," says taehyung and seokjin smiles at him,
waits for him to read the underlying message, meant just for him.
it takes a moment, but then taehyung is shaking his head and avoiding looking
seokjin in the eyes, because that's always his downfall.
"no, not doing it seokjin-hyung. no way i'm swapping with you. i'll have to be
in all day if i do."
"but i haven't seen hyosang in ages," replies seokjin. "and i know you like
watching the dancers during your breaks."
taehyung is still trying to avoid looking at him but seokjin reaches an arm
out, pulls him closer and looks him directly in the eyes. he's learned,
recently, that taehyung is nice, to the point that he finds it hard to say no,
especially to personal requests. he flutters his eyelashes a little,
exaggerated to make taehyung laugh, but also asks again, sincerely this time.
"can you please just swap with me? i promise i'll do something in return,
okay?"
when taehyung sighs, seokjin knows he's won. "you definitely will owe me a
favour."
seokjin pulls taehyung into a hug and the younger seems almost surprised at the
show of affection, though to be fair, he's not been on the receiving end that
often before now. when he wriggles away, taehyung straightens himself up a bit,
runs a hand over his ears and through his hair.
"a big favour," he clarifies. "that i can call in at any time."
"of course," seokjin replies, "thank you so much taehyungie."
he's much too engrossed in texting details to hyosang to notice the way
taehyung blushes lightly at the nickname, or to hear namjoon's snort at the
both of them.
-
"and how's taehyung doing?" hyosang asks.
bangtan are closer to debut now, counting in weeks and days rather than months
and hyosang is already producing too many tracks to count for topp dogg. it
means that this is the first time they've met in weeks and seokjin was
definitely not imagining how much he's missed this.
though he always sort of left it to seokjin, hyosang pulls off the role of
hyung well. he cares for bangtan and worries for seokjin like they're not the
same age, and stillasks after the other members like they're his own
dongsaengs. namjoon is an exception because with daenamhyup, he talks to
hyosang often enough to spare seokjin the task
"good, taehyung's good," says seokjin. it's true, mostly. "a bit worried about
debut, i think, but we all are."
he picks up the coffee he'd bought, contemplates adding sugar syrup and then
thinks about how annoyed the manager-hyungs will get if they find out. he
drinks it, straight, and tries not to flinch at the lack of sugar. seokjin's
always surprised at how long it takes to get used to strange things.
"he's got a bit more reason to worry than you do though, i think," hyosang
says. "what with the-"
he gestures above his head, as if to indicate cat ears. "-hybridness."
seokjin leans back into his seat and hopes no one knows who he is here. they've
done couple of logs, not anything that's caused much of a stir past the fans
they had during training days, but there's always the chance of being noticed.
as much as he wants to talk it out with hyosang, he has to be careful, since-
"taehyung's not been in anything yet," says seokjin. "bang pd-nim is being
cautious, because of his looks."
he picks the words he uses carefully because even now, after being in a group
with taehyung, after seeing the younger trainee chat to staff before he was
even given a shot with bangtan sonyeondan, seokjin has no idea of how to
address it. he could have asked taehyung, at one point, but it always felt like
the wrong moment before and now it feels much too late.
hyosang takes a sip of his own drink (grapefruit-ade, sweet enough to make him
almost smile) and then asks, "isn't there that-"
"girl group, yeah," nods seokjin. "ladies' code, their maknae is the same."
watching their debut, seokjin remembers the way taehyung's shoulders had
tensed, the whole stage through, then relaxed when zuny had walked off stage
without a single slur having been yelled during the performance.
"the fans are going to be surprised then?" hyosang says, half a question.
"probably," says seokjin. "but i think taehyung likes surprising people."
-
for all that the physical markers that show taehyung's nature, it's the
mannerisms that strike seokjin as the most defining. he'd all but rubbed
against seokjin when they'd first met and if it weren't for the seamless
transition from ear to scalp or the way that taehyung had blushed afterwards,
apologised for scenting, seokjin would have thought they'd finally gone too far
with the 4d attitudes of trainees.
of course, that was before he learned that taehyung is 4d in his own right. it
means he gets along well with the rest of maknae line and with hoseok; and it
means that when they finally release their album, perform at a showcase, the
fans are more focused on the fact that their oppas are funny and cheesy and
bright, than the fact that one of them has cat ears, previously hidden by
beanies and well cut teaser shots.
taehyung is 4d and likes attention and that's all him. there's also the
taehyung who likes to sleep, can sleep anywhere. the taehyung who uses his
hyungs' laps as pillows, kneading with his hands before resting his head. the
taehyung who will seek out the one who is quietest in a room, and come up to
them.
at least, seokjin thinks that's part of it. he can't think of another
explanation as to why taehyung goes to him so often. the rest of the maknae
line rarely see him as a hyung, except to cook them food, and his relationship
with the rapper line is complex, muddled with training periods and age
barriers, leadership roles and caring for bangtan as a whole.
taehyung, though, stays with seokjin. the first video log with him in it, with
v, has jincostarring and it's a little awkward but only in the way that they
have nothing to say. seokjin never really knows what to say around taehyung and
he wonders if it's because he's spent too long in silence, learning to read
him.
they don't talk and seokjin doesn't give him any more attention than the
others, or any more attention than he needs, and it's possibly in his hybrid
nature to be attracted to that. the fans like it, in any case, and so seokjin
learns to let it go. learns to like it himself, even.
it's not quite like what he has with his older friends - people he has known
since before he can even remember, people who know his mother's best dish and
the name of his first pet. seokjin thinks that it's maybe not even like what he
has with namjoon who knows him well and treats him even better.
most of those friendships are spread out like cracks in a glass pane - they
crash into each other, crooked lines where a friend knows a friend who's cousin
is the sister of another friend. they are ingrained in who seokjin is and he
can't imagine what would happen if one of them collapsed.
he learns, though, that what he has with taehyung is a little more insular.
more the two of them and it feels good to be looked up to, sometimes. it's not
always hyung and dongsaeng, but he can feel that taehyung listens to every
word, so he learns to do the same in return. their friendship is based on the
two of them and seokjin learns how to let taehyung be however he needs to when
they're together.
he's always learning when he's around taehyung, so it's a matter of time before
seokjin learns something about himself.
-
is it normal to shower with others, he almost texts to hyosang.
he doesn't press send because he already knows the answer, but he wants to talk
to his friend anyway.
aren't cats meant to hate water, is his next abandoned draft. seokjin
knowsbetter than to call them cats, especially when taehyung has talked about
it to fans, clarified his status as a hybrid, and cut off anyone who tries to
categorise him as non-human.
(it's frankly a little frightening, seeing that side of taehyung. frightening
and impressive all at once because taehyung lookssmall but isn't. when he acts
soft, it only serves to sharpen his cutting words)
i think i like taehyung, seokjin doesn't even finish writing because he's not
even sure that that's true. he wouldn't know what to do with himself if it is.
"seokjin-hyung," calls jimin and he looks to the door of the bedroom to see
jimin with his arms crossed over his chest. "hobie-hyung wants your help with
washing the pots. he says you burned the rice on the bottom."
heaving a sigh, seokjin gets up, but not before quickly sending a hito hyosang.
it's better than nothing. tossing his phone on the bed, seokjin follows jimin
out to the kitchen area, only to realise that it's more probable that jimin was
the one hoseok asked for help.
jimin's smirk only confirms this, and he shoves seokjin over to the sink before
going to flop on the floor next to taehyung, their study books open but with
music still running in the background.
"you're a brat," seokjin yells, but it's halfhearted. it's probably best that
he got out of his head anyway, before he thinks too hard about everything.
they share everything in bangtan, really. their music, their thoughts, their
voices. their chores, their worries, their support. their personal space, and
now apparently, their showers.
it's probably not something worth over thinking.
-
when taehyung calls in his favour, it's been long forgotten in seokjin's mind.
it's also rather anti-climactic, all things considered. before the memory of it
had faded, seokjin had nightmares about it - bathroom cleanup for the year or
doing taehyung's laundry. maybe paying for their meals (though he usually does
it anyway) or taking taehyung to see lotte world, since he still hasn't yet.
he'd always thought taehyung would ask for something only just in his reach, so
seokjin's relieved when he's reading fan accounts and taehyung lies across the
bed, puts seokjin's free hand in his hair and demands, "scratch".
taehyung doesn't let the others see him like this, seokjin thinks. as far as he
knows, yoongi has never caught taehyung lickingcleaning the back of his hands
with his tongue. namjoon has never had to distract taehyung from hissing at a
dog. hoseok has definitely, definitely not had taehyung try to bite at his
fingers, mainly because they'd all know by now and taehyung would never live it
down.
with seokjin though, he seems to relax. some of his stage persona gets stripped
away and seokjin is left with a boy who looks all eighteen of his years, who
grew up wanting to be something that others would consider just a dream. when
it's just the two of them, seokjin and taehyung, he feels like he should be the
one taking, filling the gaps that are otherwise covered by taehyung's quiet
purring.
maybe it's a big favour to ask, after all; maybe taehyung is asking for this
secretly. whatever the case, he waits for seokjin to start, and when his
reaction isn't immediate, butts into seokjin's lap, whining, "hyung."
taehyung's hair is neither soft nor smooth - the dye they used was gentle and
they avoided his ears, but it was dye nonetheless, and coupled with the
constant styling, all of them have had better times. it is warm though, and
seokjin finds himself sinking into a pattern, stroking back and forth, with the
occasional scritching behind taehyung's ear.
he gets so used to it that he doesn't even notice taehyung's light purring
deepen, somehow misses the way taehyung is leaning into the touch until seokjin
decides to switch hands and taehyung hissesat the break in contact.
he's honestly too startled to say anything but "what?"
taehyung doesn't give a response, just rests his head back in seokjin's lap and
waits. it doesn't take long until seokjin is scratching him again, petting him
as well, and resigning himself to using the tablet one-handed.
-
maybe it's a mate thing?is the very unhelpful opinion of hyosang.
i thought mating was about babiesseokjin sends. he's tapping his fingers to the
beat of the song that they're recording. it's honestly more difficult without
yoongi here, the atmosphere different, but they still can do the vocal tracks,
laid over bare bones until yoongi is well enough to flesh it all out.
taehyung's inside and seokjin volunteered to stay behind while the others went
for food.
his phone buzzes. ha, not for our guys, it's not, and seokjin has forgotten in
the sheer size of topp dogg, that they have two hybrid status idols, ones who
may or may not be together, if the way they're always scenting each other means
anything. byungjoo and hansol make a lot of different noises but i try not to
think about it.
seokjin can just imagine the face that hyosang is making and it makes him
smile. he's wondering how to respond when another message comes through.
it might just also be a you thing, though, hyosang says. you're special to me,
you can be special to others too.
i think i want to be, seokjin admits.
the music cuts off and that's taehyung's part recorded for the day. from inside
the booth, taehyung waves and seokjin waves back. taehyung keeps waving, and
seokjin keeps waving back until he realises that taehyung is beckoning him
over, to scratch.
i've got to go. duty calls is his last message to hyosang and for all that he
opened his heart to his friend, he gets a ㅋㅋㅋ, have fun!in reply.
-
it's a regular thing and a private thing, and then one day it's a shared shower
thing too.
after he'd told the story at a fan meet, taehyung's ear to ear smile stuck on
seokjin's mind, they'd started showering together more often. mostly for
yoongi's face when they both exited, but also because they genuinely run late
for some events and if seokjin can wash his body while taehyung waits for his
conditioner to settle, why shouldn't they do it at the same time.
after the fourth time, no one really comments on it. taehyung shoots him this
lookand seokjin just shrugs. for all that he doesn't act it, seokjin is the
eldest, and he knows what things he can and should let affect him. showering
together isn't one of them. it's not anything overtly sexual and for the most
part, they keep their hands (if not their eyes) to themselves.
then the scratching gets involved.
taehyung's excuse is an over-stretched muscle that stops him from lifting his
arms up, and it's even true, according to the manager-hyungs, so everyone has
to pitch in to help until he's healed.
"seokjin promises to help him shower," jeongguk calls out, and he ducks out of
the way of seokjin's punch.
"jeongguk volunteers to clean my bunk," says taehyung and he smiles as
jeongguk's face drops, looks directly at seokjin as if to say you're welcome.
he does end up being on shower duty though, and when he puts his hands in
taehyung's hair to lather up the shampoo, he doesn't miss taehyung's request.
"scratch, please," he says to the shower wall and seokjin complies.
they haven't got much time and seokjin still hasn't gotten the product out of
his hair from the night's performance but taehyung's hair is softer wet and he
can hear his purrs over the sound of the water.
"feels good, hyung," taehyung murmurs and seokjin wonders if it's always this
way for taehyung, and it's just easier to express it when his face is turned
away.
the water is still running but neither of them are standing directly beneath
it. instead, droplets are hitting taehyung's front and it's either the heat of
the water or the flush on taehyung's cheeks that has turned his chest pinkish
too. seokjin finds himself stepping closer to guide taehyung into the water, to
rinse his hair but then they're bumping into each other and it's skin on skin.
seokjin's only had luck to blame thank that it hasn't happened before, that he
hasn't had to feel the press of taehyung's spine against his front, hasn't had
to steady himself with two hands on taehyung's hips.
"sorry, sorry," he apologises quickly, and his hands all but jump off of
taehyung's skin (warm, so warm under the spray). he feels a tug at his wrist
though and it's then that seokjin remembers taehyung's tail, fur flattened
under the water and usually held to the side when they shower but now taehyung
is using it to hold seokjin there and he wonders -
"taehyung-ah," seokjin says quietly. he clears his throat and asks, "just how
good does it feel?"
his tail loosens around seokjin's wrist a little and there's a definite flush
across taehyung's face. the words are quiet and slow but seokjin still hears
taehyung's admission.
"i really like it, hyung."
aware of the time and where they are, seokjin considers his options before
checking with taehyyung, "do you want me to keep doing it?"
he nods.
"right now?" seokjin asks. "because we'll need to hurry, before the water turns
cold."
taehyung's always his quieter self in the shower, but this time seokjin doesn't
have to wait before taehyung is saying yes, "now hyung, please."
he brings one of his hands up to taehyung's hair, starts scratching straight
away, then uses the other to pull taehyung in closer.
"is this okay too?" he asks and taehyung nods, purring a little.
maybe he should be embarrassed by how hard he is, seokjin thinks, that he's so
turned on by the way taehyung is turned on, by the line of his shoulders, by
the soft skin of his ears, by the way his tail is sweeping across seokjin's
chest. he can't bring himself to that, though, not when he can see the tip of
taehyung's tongue poking out between his lips.
he can feel taehyung pushing back, onto his cock, and maybe if it were
different, the could do something more involved but for now seokjin has to make
do with bringing a hand to taehyung's cock and jerking him off as he plays with
taehyung's ears and with his hair.
"hyung, i'm close," taehyung says, voice stretching and back arching. "please,
i want-"
seokjin leans in, kisses the side of taehyung's cheek, and asks, "what do you
want?"
taehyung keeps pushing his hips forward, fucking his cock into seokjin's fist
and seokjin is too preoccupied by the feeling of that, the idea that he's
touching taehyung's cock, that he doesn't even notice he's stopped running his
hand through taehyung's hair.
"kiss me, touch me, anything, please, hyu-" and he hasn't even finished
speaking before seokjin has him around and backed him towards the wall, still
mindful of his shoulder.
seokjin's left under the spray now but it doesn't matter so much when
taehyung's mouth is hot and wet already, soft under seokjin's lips and parting
slightly when he tries to deepen the kiss. they've never really talked about
their experience, what they've done or who they've done, or how good of a
kisser they are, but seokjin can say now, without doubt, that taehyung is not a
bad kisser.
he's eager, more than anything, but seokjin is too - he's still got a hand
around taehyung's dick and he can tellthat he's close, tries to match the feel
of the kiss to the way his hand is stroking taehyung's cock.
taehyung's making these noises, things that could maybe be described as mewls,
and that's what it takes to remind seokjin of taehyung's sharp teeth on the
pads of his fingers.
he takes taehyung's bottom lip between his own as they kiss, and then seokjin
is biting gently, tugging at the soft swell of taehyung's lip as his hand
thumbs over the head of his cock. it's what taehyung wants, what he needs to
finally make him come and he's gasping, spilling into seokjin's hand and over
his own tummy. his hips buck forward, ever so slightly, still eager to feel his
hyung's touch.
seokjin has the state of mind to thank showers for easy clean up before
taehyung is kissing him again, more demanding this time around, if possible.
he's got his hands over seokjin's back, over the breadth of his shoulders,
pulling him close, and then his tail is pulling seokjin in by the waist until
there's barely room for the water to pass between them.
he can't help himself, hasn't been able to this whole time, but now seokjin is
close enough to rut up against taehyung properly. he hasn't gotten off like
this since high school, desperate and all too aware that too much time has
passed, but not caring because there's so much skin, because there's
taehyung'sskin beneath him and taehyung's tongue in his mouth.
that's taehyung's tail stroking against his back and, fuck, that's taehyung
scratching his back, leaving lines of raised red in his wake. seokjin swears
underneath his breath and taehyung laughs like it's not all his fault.
"is this okay?" he asks, and it's mimicking earlier but seokjin can't bring
himself to berate taehyung right now.
"amazing. brilliant. wonderful," seokjin says, barely catching breath between
the words, too distracted by the smooth slide of his dick against taehyung's
almost-abs.
he's smearing pre-come across the skin, thinks about how maybe, if they weren't
in the shower, he'd be able to smell himself on taehyung. it stirs something
inside him, something that makes his cock twitch, and he'll have to remember
that for later, to ask taehyung how far scenting can go.
the water is there, though, and it's washed away most of the sweat so when
seokjin kisses along his jaw, suck a light mark on taehyung's neck, he can
taste taehyung alone. it's that, the idea of taehyung alone, the two of them
alone, doing this again, that has seokjin's hand at his cock, jerking himself
off fully.
taehyung watches, even with the awkward angle, and his grip on seokjin's
shoulders only tightens when he asks seokjin to "come . come for me, hyung."
closing the space between them, seokjin can feel taehyung's cock not-quite soft
against his thigh, already on the way back to showing just how turned on he is.
taehyung steals another kiss, open mouthed and needy and seokjin loses all
sense of rhythm, just jerks himself off as hard and as fast as he can, trying
to reach an end that taehyung is offering him, accepting what he's given.
when he comes, it's only taehyung's grip on his shoulders that keeps him
upright, and then taehyung's tail is wrapping itself around his cock lightly,
stroking him through the last few moments until seokjin whimpers lightly,
overstimulated to touch.
"taehyung," says seokjin, as soon as he catches his breath. "i-"
"i liked it, seokjin-hyung. you did too."
it's like he knows what seokjin is thinking, can read him that well, and maybe
it's a too way street now because taehyung is giving him a look that says come
on and sleep, and seokjin wants to follow that advice.
-
"is it always like that for you?" seokjin asks, later.
he's gotten a stern talking to from the manager-hyungs for wasting water, but
most of the blame has been foisted onto taehyung's poor shoulder, so they're
okay, in the meantime. the bathroom mirror is still fogged up, and seokjin
swears his knees still feel a bit weak from how hard he came but mostly, it's
like any other early morning. the sun has started peeking out between the
curtains and seokjin thinks that maybe they should just both sleep out here, in
the living area.
they'd stopped to talk but talking only gets so far when seokjin knows how
taehyung tastes.
"depends," taehyung says, biting his lip.
"on?"
"if it's like that for you," replies taehyung. "is it?"
seokjin thinks about it - taehyung in his lap, trusting him with this. taehyung
purring, pushing into his touch. the few times taehyung has fallen asleep,
followed by seokjin napping too, limbs soon crisscrossing, and waking up with
pins and needles.
he also thinks about the line of taehyung's jaw. the smooth skin of his
stomach, peeking out when he stretches. the flat of his shoulder blades when
they're in the shower. the feeling of taehyung's cock in his hand, the idea of
being able to touch, to feel each other freely.
"yes and no," is seokjin's answer.
taehyung seems to be expecting that. "good. it's better if it's not entirely
for you, because it's something for me."
he smiles, toothily, because neither of them are surprised at his response.
"okay," seokjin says and then he's pulling taehyung in for another kiss, one
that's met eagerly.
"and, you know," mumbles taehyung against his mouth. "we can find out what you
like too."
seokjin likes that idea a lot.
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