#taekookau where; taehyung’s on the soccer team in his uni and...


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[short smut drabble]
Taehyung comes home from soccer practice *aggravated* and sweaty. Jeongguk just knows his boyfriend isn't gonna go easy on him today.
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link: archiveofourown.org/works/25930027
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➪ fluff and crack
➪ maybe smut but i’ll warn
➪ most likely going to be half social, half written
➪ my first social au!! pls be nice? uwu
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> only hoseok and taehyung know each other, the rest don’t
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** this may have long pauses because i am planning on finishing my others before getting on with this one, so please respect that ! ❤️
Jeongguk steps onto the bleachers and stands on his tiptoes as he searches the large crowd. There had to be at least two-hundred people attending, everyone wearing school spirit clothing.
Seokjin told them he’d meet them there but the elder was nowhere to be seen.
“He’s not here,”
Jeongguk nods and walks a little closer into the bleachers. He slides into the empty seat in front of him.
This is the seat he always takes when he comes to Taehyung’s games, everyone knows that. It’s why no one sits there because the last time they did, Jeongguk barked at them until they left out of fear.
No... actually, he would admit that. He has many times before.
Hoseok sits right beside the younger with a bag of popcorn and drinks that he puts between his feet.
“Dammit, I bought food for three of us, Jin hyung better just be late.”
He’s just realized it’s probably going to be /way/ later.
He checks the time on his watch. He doesn’t realize he’s pouting until the amused look on Hoseok's face makes him realize it.
“I- Well. The team should be out by now... both of them.” He pouts again and drops his arm while sighing.
“I wanna see Tae already, this is so /unfair/.”
Hoseok laughs and places a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
“Ready ladies? One, two, three— Good luck, Taehyung!” A group of girls all scream at the same time.
“Well, like I said, /some/ people. Yoona isn’t really people.”
The elder looks down her and her friends with a grimace. “More like the devil’s spawn if you ask me.”
Jeongguk giggles because it is true.
But Jeongguk’s determined to break the girl’s record. Because he has a /date/ with him. Almost no one snatches a date with Kim Taehyung.
He hears the girls chant again a little too loud and he frowns. That’s when he notices their outfits, blue and white jerseys with the name ‘Taehyung’ plastered across the back. His bottom lip threatens to pop out again.
He doesn’t have a jersey, nor does he have anything with Taehyung’s name on it.
He shakes his head because no, that’s weird.
Hoseok suddenly whines.
“Gguk, please stop with that face. We’ll buy some face paint or something for the next game if you really want to.”
“How the heck did you know what I was thinking about?”
Hoseok grins. “Your pouting is really /loud/ did you know that?” The elder shakes his head and smiles fondly as he continues typing at his phone.
Jeongguk flinches when the elder’s phone suddenly pings loudly. Hoseok looks at the notification.
Hoseok rubs his hand after Jeongguk practically scratches it to steal the phone from him. He widens his eyes when they rest on the screen.
Hoseok scrunches his nose at him and steals the phone back. Jeongguk immediately throws himself onto Hoseok to take it again.
They look a little weird to the people around them as they gorilla fight for the phone.
“No! Hyung, just let me—“
He stops fumbling when his hyung neck slices him.
He pouts and rubs at it when Hoseok glares daggers at him.
Hoseok tuts. Jeongguk crosses his arms and faces the field again.
“What/ever/. I can totally control myself.”
...
He can't.
He grabs Hoseok’s arm abruptly when he plants his eyes on the male with a snapback.
“Yeah, yeah, he’s hot. Whatever.” Hoseok says while rolling his eyes.
Kim Taehyung really is a man of fine beauty, even his side profile.
Jeongguk’s /really/ glad Taehyung kicked a soccer ball at his face.
Is that weird? No. Because he knows for sure more than half the school would ask for the same, probably already have.
What’s weird is that Jeongguk had been waiting for the moment ever since he was a freshman.
but he never really got to talk to him.
Ever since then it’s been crushing on the soccer team’s striker and nothing more. And stalking him maybe but again, he would never (definitely would) admit it.
The sound of a horn blaring has Jeongguk being knocked out of his daze.
The game has begun.
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“Jeongguk?”
He momentarily ignores the voice, a little too engrossed in keyboard-smashing his hyung. He’s still sitting on the bleachers despite there being no one else around.
What also caught him off fucking guard was his body jerking back and leg hitting the step behind him, causing him to tumble backwards.
Of fucking /course/ he has to embarrass himself in front of his crush right after gaining a /wink/ from him. Step one on his list passed.. and he had to fuck it up.
“Jeongguk… you okay?”
He flutters his eyes open.
Oh. Guess he doesn’t /always/ fuck up.
He’s. Actually quite proud of himself right now because Kim Taehyung’s face is literally two inches away from him.
He widens his eyes, only now realizing his surroundings.
He then realizes the palm pressing against his back, holding him up.
Oh /shit/ Taehyung’s hands are big and can hold him up.
He suddenly feels a slight brush against his legs when he moves them.
Oh fuck.
When Taehyung opens his mouth to speak, Jeongguk freaks out and says the first thing that comes to mind.
Taehyung’s concerned gaze seems to flash into utter shock for a moment.
He’s still wearing his soccer uniform with a jacket overtop,
His shirt is sweaty and clinging to his torso.
“You done?” He says it with a grin.
Jeongguk immediately shakes his head. Taehyung’s eyes widen a fraction before he laughs again, shoulders shaking.
The boy stands up, obviously taking a step closer so he can feel Taehyung’s body heat again, ignoring his probably broken phone that lies on the ground because he has bigger things to care about right now.
Really, his heart is beating out of his chest and he feels like he wants to jump off a fucking cliff.
He drops his voice to a low whisper when he talks, just because.
“Aren’t you the one who winked at me during a game? Think we both know who’s more shameless here.”
“Ah, really?” Taehyung leans down a little, making Jeongguk finally look at his eyes.
Jeongguk opens his mouth... but nothing comes out. Because it’s true, sort of.
Does he regret it? Absolutely fucking not.
“What's up with that? You still owe me and I haven’t heard of any plans yet.” Taehyung bites at his smile as he straightens himself, small proximity becoming a little bigger.
Holy fuck… this means Kim Taehyung is asking him for /his/ number.
Of course, he hides his internal screaming with a smug look as he plucks the phone out of Taehyung’s hands and types away on the keypad. “About time.”
What’s kind of scaring him is the knowing look on Taehyung’s face as if he can read through every one of Jeongguk’s stupid little facades.
Jeongguk crosses his arms and juts his chin out. He’s acting a whole lot like Taehyung’s the one that’s freaking out on the inside.
“Good,” Taehyung repeats, an amused smile never leaving his face. Before Jeongguk realizes it, there are soft fingers flicking his chin up that make him gulp a wad that he never realized was stuck in his throat. “Text you.” Taehyung really /winks/ again as he walks away.
Wow, he's intimidatingly hot.
“Great work, Jeon. You survived your first embarrassing interaction.” He whispers to himself.
He leans down to pick up his phone, that’s luckily not broken, before standing up.
“Just don’t fuck up the damn date.”
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sorry if i miss any typos, grammar mistakes and whatnot. i’m studying many different languages right now so my brain does not process english 💀
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Taehyung stops the car and rolls down his window. He peeks his head through to see if he reached the right location. If not, he’d have to bear the embarrassment of showing up to a stranger's house with a flower, god forbid it to be someone that knows him.
He even texted Namjoon to ask where Seokjin’s house was. And bringing a rose too?
He’s really not good at this whole “date” stuff.
He shakes his head and pushes some confidence in himself.
When he reaches the door, he breathes out and reaches out to knock. His arm halts when he hears giggling and yelling coming from the other side,
He smiles and reaches to grab his phone.
He tucks the phone into his back pocket, biting his lip when he hears shuffling coming from inside. The door whips open and he widens his eyes at the sight in front of him.
It’s Jeongguk… and he looks adorable.
Taehyung can’t help the smile that tugs wider on his face because, by the looks of it, Jeongguk is an art major.
“Hi.” He says, holding the rose out for the boy, hoping to god he takes it.
Luckily, he does, with a blush coming to his cheeks.
Jeongguk’s holding the flower by the tips of his fingers on both hands and for some reason it makes the elder’s heart swell. Taehyung sucks air through his teeth and shoves his hands in his pockets.
Jeongguk only gapes.
He starts giggling.
Taehyung bends down to reach his gaze.
“You're acting as if we’re already dating,” Jeongguk says it with a smile but Taehyung feels his insecurities rising. He stands straight and scratches the back of his head.
Jeongguk pounces forward, making Taehyung flinch. “No! It’s fine. Really! I-” He purses his lips, smiling. “I like it.”
Taehyung grins. “Of course you do.”
...
They’ve gone through many topics already, painting, making messes and laughing in the makeshift art studio they created Seokjin's living room as.
They’re talking about how amazing the celebratory party was, laughing at how easily Taehyung got drunk after only a few shots.
Taehyung asks as Jeongguk brushes a few strokes on his canvas. “He doesn’t like parties,” Seokjin replies for him. The boy shakes his head, looking to the three.
“I do! I’ll go… you know-”
And Taehyung’s lips quirk up at that and Seokjin is bursting out with laughter.
Jeongguk’s holding a tray of tea in his hands (which was an odd request on Taehyung’s side but Jeongguk made some for the four of them nonetheless), watching Taehyung laugh with Hoseok about a small mistake the eldest made on one of the paintings.
What? Jeongguk likes attention. Taehyung’s attention to be exact.
And Jeongguk /hates/ how good Taehyung looks from here as he throws his head back laughing instead of doing exactly that.
“Wait… hyung, that's a dog?”
“I told you, It’s a tree!” The three of them burst out laughing again. Jeongguk sighs, stepping into the room and placing the cups on the coffee table. He pulls Taehyung’s arm to his chest, he only blinks down at Jeongguk.
“Jeongguk! Look at how amazing of an artist Tae is. He literally--”
The boy blocks out the rest of Hoseok’s sentence from his head because … /Tae/?
Excuse you? Only /he/ is allowed to call /his/ husband /Tae/.
Because, well, it was beautiful.
An array of ballerina silhouettes, all painted a shade of red, stood in a lineup on the canvas.
“Ah, it’s really nothing.”
“But what does it mean?”
Taehyung’s face flashes into confusion then.
Taehyung squints at the painting. His eyes scan it as if he were looking for the answer himself. “Hm.” is all he says.
The younger sighs, albeit pretty loud... but no reaction.
He crosses his arms. He really needs Taehyung’s full attention somehow.
Another round of paints and laughter later, and the boys have tired themselves out. Seokjin’s picking up the last few empty paint tubes on the ground and Hoseok’s placing the finished canvases in a cart to dry.
Taehyung is trying to help. He's trying.
Well, he’s not really screaming, but he’s not very subtle in the way he plays with the paintbrush in his mouth either.
The boy finishes padding his fingers on the last painting of the day,
“Oh!” Jeongguk perks up and stands back.
“I’ll help!” Taehyung yells it before realizing but luckily, no one suspects anything. Jeongguk nods and smiles after placing the paintbrush down, heading for the stairs with Taehyung following.
.
“What’s the problem, Tae?” He flutters his lashes innocently.
This brat.
Well, two can play at that game.
“The problem?” He lifts Jeongguk’s chin up, placing a thigh between his legs.
“The problem is this fucking mouth of yours.” He whispers.
Taehyung tilts his head so his lips are ghosting over the boy’s.
Oh, Taehyung’s having fun now.
“Gguk.” He replies, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth when Jeongguk shivers at the nickname.
“Jus’-” He shakily sighs, looking down at Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung jerks his chin up to make the boy’s eyes rest on his again. He pouts.
But right now, Jeongguk’s lips look a whole lot like pretty pink and fucking kiss me, so Taehyung only does what he’s meant to.
He can feel the way Jeongguk’s legs start to give out when the younger parts his lips, curling his arms tighter, sighing. He can’t help the tongue that swipes over the softness. Tastes like strawberries, he thinks, as he feels the boy’s tongue slide against his own.
Anyone this soft and pliant under his fingertips.
“You have… no idea. How long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Artist Jeongguk is too cute.”
Taehyung gasps enthusiastically, making Jeongguk fall into a fit of giggles. He presses his smile against the boy’s lips again, feeling his smile.
Taehyung sucks in a deep breath when he knocks on the door lightly, clutching a bouquet of flowers in the other hand. It’s too much for a first date, he thinks for a moment, before he realizes just whose door he’s knocking at.
It’s weird, the way he’s never liked someone this much. This much to go out and buy a large bouquet of flowers and chocolate on their first date, just as Hoseok had told him when it’s not really a thing for him to do.
Yeah, this /really/ wasn’t like Taehyung
He sighs sharply and cranes his neck to see his friends hiding behind a corner in… spy wear? He isn’t really sure what it is, just looks like a bunch of black clothes with different shades thrown together with a mask.
As much as he tried to push them away from coming (because it is super weird and kind of perverted), they wouldn’t budge. In the end, he gave up and let them come along.
“Oh I’m sorry, did you wanna go on the date instead?” He retorts, whispering angrily.
There's a reason why he hasn’t knocked again, he sighs as he faces the door.
He is /really/ nervous. Not really sure why because if Hoseok was calling him over, surely he’d have talked to Jeongguk already, right?
Deja vu comes to him and he can’t help but smile.
“Hyung, he’s not coming! He fucking hates me, he hates me, he hates-”
“For fucks sake, Gguk shut UP. He’s coming,
“No! I didn’t let him explain. God, I feel like shit, maybe I should just call off the-”
“Don’t you dare go there, we already talked about this. Just say sorry when you see him.”
And after a ball of laughter, Taehyung’s nervousness floats away. He knocks again, a little louder.
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should i finish this au today (post all updates in short breaks) or should i cut it and leave the end for next update? this doesn't change anything about the storyline btw !!
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Taehyung lets Jeongguk pull him to his porch after they leave the car. He smiles up at him, not letting go of his hand. “Thank you, Tae. I had a great time today.”
Taehyung bites at his own smile and looks away. “Well, I /was/ forced into it.”
He preens when Jeongguk steps closer. “I’m actually glad I kicked that ball at your face.”
Taehyung smiles, leaning in slowly and Jeongguk flutters his lashes shut.
He internally groans at his perverted friends. Taking a picture at this time? Really?
He sighs and Jeongguk opens his eyes, confused.
He sighs again, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand before stepping down the porch. “I’ll make it up to you soon. Goodnight, petal.”
He winks before turning around to leave.
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Jeongguk plops down onto the bleachers, phone in hand and gaze never leaving it. Taehyung notices him from afar as he kicks a ball to his teammate. They’re really only warming up, it’s why there aren't too many people sitting on the bleachers watching.
Wants to say "look, I took this /gorgeous/ boy on a date" to anyone and everyone. Most people would say Jeongguk is the lucky one, but Taehyung’s never felt luckier ever since he met Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s giggling at a picture, the elder's not sure what.
“Tae~ lookit how cute this bunny is!”
He sees Jeongguk’s smile turn into a tiny gasp as he slowly drops his hovering arm. Their lips /finally/ touch again.
They are soft. Softer than Taehyung remembers. He should probably be worrying if he’s too sweaty to kiss anyone right now,
Has his hands folding between his thighs and his shoulders shrugging, completely letting Taehyung take control. The boy sighs against his lips when elder separates,
His teeth nip at Jeongguk’s bottom lip before completely bringing it between them to suck. The younger tries not to squirm but Taehyung can tell how difficult it is when his hand comes up to cup the elders neck.
He brushes a knuckle against Jeongguk’s cheek before standing straight again.
Boyfriends.
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Taehyung gets passed the ball from his teammate from the other side of the field, his foot stopping it from rolling away. The opposing team is luckily far enough for him to get closer to the net before shooting.
He slows down in his tracks when the goalie comes into view, stopping the ball under his foot.
He’s luckily in the perfect position for the shot to hit straight. He faces the goal, noticing the goalie shift on his legs, confused as to why Taehyung was looking into the crowd at this time.
And right when Taehyung’s foot hits the ball and everything’s in complete silence, Jeongguk’s screaming. “WOO, THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!”
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Jeongguk chuckles, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s neck tighter. It’s a little smelly in the locker room, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to care as he wiggles in Taehyung’s lap in content.
Taehyung scoffs while gripping the boy’s petit waist, a thing about him the elder has learned to love. Second to his pretty lips, of course, which he leans in to capture with his own because he just can’t help it.
Jeongguk separates almost immediately, making Taehyung pout. “Not yet. Hyungs are waiting for us outside. We have to bring our moving boxes into Yoongi hyung's house, remember?”
The younger sighs. “Tae.”
“Gguk.” Taehyung retorts, bringing a hand up to thumb at his bottom lip.
“We have to help, come on. We can choose our room that way!”
“But it’s okay~”
“Control it today.”
Taehyung snorts. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Jeongguk only rolls his eyes. “Well, at least I’m not a baby.”
“But my legs are actually /sore/. I can’t /move/.”
The boy uses Taehyung’s distraction to pull off of him.
“Maybe~”
Jeongguk ends up pulling him like that all the way to the car until he’s forced to drive them to Yoongi’s house.
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