#taekookau where everyone believes Jungkook, the popular jock, and...

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#taekookau where everyone believes Jungkook, the popular jock, and Sara, the head cheerleader, are dating. They're the perfect couple, practically inseparable.

Little do they know, the marks they see on Jungkook’s neck every day are not from Sara, but from her hot older brother.

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Jeon Jungkook and Kim Sara are /besties/.

However, everyone assumes they’re dating, secretly, judging by their consistent hangouts and sleepovers.

Truth is, he’s actually in love with Sara’s /older brother/, a tall burly firefighter that tops him whenever he comes over.

— important!

— is this just an excuse for me to finally write a bsf’s brother au AND lesbians all in one? yes.

lmk what u think and we’ll get started soon! 🫧 curiouscat.live/generickoo

— okay let’s get it~

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— let’s just pretend the girl in the photo has black hair :D

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Taehyung kisses Jungkook like he’s precious.

So tenderly, so softly. The broadness of his figure pressing the boy deeper into the mattress while he brushes strands of his damp permed hair away from his face.

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He melts under his calloused fingertips, the subtle feeling driving him to certain insanity.

Because Taehyung is only ever soft for him.

Jungkook puffs out a few breaths when they part for two seconds, before their lips mould back together again and again. And /again/.

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His fingers scrunch at Taehyung’s shirt. Pulling him even closer, tilting his head to dive deeper into his gentle lips. Taehyung hums, low, pressing a thumb against the side of Jungkook’s jaw—a small warning.

Because Taehyung is soft, but only when he wants to be.

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But Jungkook doesn’t take heed to the warning, continues kissing the elder languidly and dragging his hands at every exposed patch of skin he can.

Because Jungkook kisses Taehyung like he wants to drown.

Taehyung can sense his growing desperation.

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He gently thumbs at the boy’s chin, nipping at his bottom lip before he parts to look down at what he’s made of him. And Jungkook looks /gone/.

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“Darling,” Taehyung brushes his knuckles over his cheekbones, a slight curl to the corner of his mouth, and Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter, “You need to rest.”

This elicits a jut to his bottom lip. Taehyung has to bite down on his growing smile. “But I miss you.”

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Jungkook’s hand smooths under his t-shirt, running dainty fingers all over the faint muscles on his stomach, and even lower. And lower.

Taehyung lets out a deep breath, right hand curling around Jungkook’s wrist to halt his greedy fingers from pressing down.

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He’s just as gone as Jungkook, that much is obvious.

It’s been far too long since the two could hold each other this way without the external stress from work or school.  And with Taehyung’s job being so on-the-spot half the time, they can hardly align their free days.

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Even if Jungkook has the chance to come over, he’s spending most of his time watching TV shows or lounging with Sara, because Taehyung is barely ever in sight. And anytime he is, Jungkook would be at college or studying at home.

So, Jungkook can’t help but want more. Every time.

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Taehyung, though, doesn’t want to indulge at the moment due to Jungkook’s state.

His heart squeezes at the sight of angry purple marks around the boy’s knees and shoulders, not completely used to it just yet.

                            22
                        
He can’t help but heavily disapprove of Jungkook’s liking for this particularly aggressive sport out of /any/.

/Any/ other sport, his boyfriend could have chosen.

Football is just too risky. He could pick up some golf instead. It’s a fun sport, a bit more on the safe side.

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(Of course, Taehyung ignores the fact that he’s, quite frankly, working one of the /most risky/ jobs one could ever. Jungkook is just, different. He doesn’t deserve to get his pretty hands dirty like that.)

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At this point, he’s sure if they start something tonight, they won’t be able to stop for hours. It’s happened once before.

Still, having his boy under him—pliant and needy and /pink/—has him holding back quite a lot himself.

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“I,” Taehyung’s eyes drift to Jungkook’s neck, bare and unmarked. He’s a little disappointed that the marks usually disappear by the time they meet up again. But at the same time, he revels at the chance to paint his skin over and over again.

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He leans close again, as if it’s already been long enough without the boy’s skin on his lips. “I miss you too, baby.”

Jungkook sighs when the heat of several open-mouth kisses starts to paint the side of his neck, up to the back of his ear.

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He mewls, tilting his head when Taehyung bites the skin behind his ear softly.

“T-Then, c’mon,” Jungkook whispers, cradling his fingers through the soft strands of his boyfriend’s dark hair, pushing gently to coax more of /anything/ out of him.

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“C’mon, please. Sara’s watching TV downstairs, she won’t hear a word-”

Taehyung bites down harshly, and Jungkook’s breath hitches.

“Wanna rethink that, my love?” His voice feathers over the shell of Jungkook’s ear, rich and velvety. And Jungkook knows exactly what he means.

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He’s not ashamed of how loud he can be. It’s a reminder of how easily Taehyung can break him apart and put him back together.

Besides, the bedroom is the only place he can truly be noisy to prove how the elder can make him feel.

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Anywhere outside their four walls, however, would make Jungkook feel a tad bit… well, possessive.

                            31
                        
His boyfriend is a sexy firefighter. A terribly handsome older man. Jungkook can easily go ahead and /name/ the large number of people who’d go falling to his feet the minute they find out he exists.

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It’s not like he’s worried, he knows Taehyung is /his/, through and through.

But maybe he’d like his alluring delectable to be for his eyes only, just for now.

Yeah, he’s gatekeeping. So what?

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Jungkook’s hands fly to Taehyung’s nape, pulling him up so their lips are inches apart. He whispers so softly under his breath, but the words are like molten heat in Taehyung’s stomach when they brush gently over his lips.

“I’ll bite the sheets.”

Taehyung exhales.

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└─── the next day.

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Sara purses her lips together. Pops them out in a small pout.

She applies a thin coat of lipgloss on her upper lip, eyes squinting, watching it sparkle in her mini hot pink mirror.

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The food lounge is crowded and lively, some students walk by with plates of food and others sit with their heads tucked into the books in front of them.

But it’s become a sort of ambience to her, chitters of conversation spewing left and right. Especially at her table.

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“Ask her—”

“No, you’re the one that—”

“But like where is he—”

The chirping fades away from Sara’s mind easily, she doesn’t pay any of them much attention. It isn’t like they’re super close or anything.

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The girls at her table usually engross themselves in separate conversations if she’s too lazy to contribute.

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Besides, she can tell from their /agressively/ polished demeanour and tight-lipped smiles—and mainly from their lack of interest in anything she might have to say—that they only choose to be seated near her for the sole purpose of reputation.

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Or, of course, for a certain football player that also joins them at the table.

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Said football player drops his bag beside Sara’s, and plops down in the empty seat next to her. The seat that everyone has mutually agreed on /not/ touching. The two of them don’t quite understand it, but they appreciate the sentiment for whatever it is.

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Jungkook settles his things down, shuffling to get comfortable in the seat until a shiver trickles up his back at the feeling of a /dozen gazes/ burning into him. He subtly glances up at the girls sitting across from them.

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They seem to give him a once-over, before exploding in heavy whispers and occasional startled glances.

Jungkook avoids their gaze sheepishly, placing an elbow on the table and turning to face his best friend instead.

                            46
                        
“Oh my god,” He whispers against his arm. It’s loud enough for Sara to hear.

“People will not stop /staring/ at me today.”

Sara snorts, applying another thin layer of gloss on her bottom lip.

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“Well,” She shuts the mirror, stuffing it back in her bag. “You kinda are the captain of the football team, why wouldn’t they—holy fuck.”

She catches a glimpse of the /raging/ hickey on the side of Jungkook’s neck and her eyes blow wide, letting out a startled sound.

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Her hand flies up immediately to cover it with the collar of his shirt.

Jungkook blinks dumbly, “What? Do I have something on my—”

“It’s the /monster hickey/ on your neck, you idiot!” She whispers sharply.

                            49
                        
Jungkook sputters, hastily shooting a hand to his neck and blushing incredibly red. “Oh, fuck.”

He forgot to cover it up this morning after stumbling out of bed, already late for his class.

But he /told/ his boyfriend to be careful last night. He /did/.

                            50
                        
Taehyung will have to make up for this one. Just as he did the last, when Jungkook didn’t have enough concealer to hide three marks on separate spots of his neck, for a full day. Taehyung had only smirked that day, smug and proud.

The whispers around them grow louder.

                            51
                        
They turn their heads simultaneously to face the prattling table. It goes silent immediately, everyone’s focus snaps to their food or the ceiling, or the ground.

Sara sighs as she turns back, dragging a hand down her face.

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“For someone who wants to gatekeep his relationship, you really fucking suck.”

Jungkook sucks a breath in through his teeth, “Yeah, sorry.” He grabs the hoodie he packed in his backpack and slips it on quickly, hoping it’s enough to hide the mark for the moment.

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The two of them have reached a mutual agreement—a spoken contract, if you will—regarding Jungkook’s relationship with Sara’s older brother.

And that being; under /no/ circumstances should Taehyung be brought to the public eye.

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Sara’s advantage in this, is that she’ll never have to deal with the hundreds of people harassing her with questions about her ‘hot firefighter brother’, and if he’s looking for a hookup, or a relationship—or a /spouse/.

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Sara realized she had enough of it when even the girls she dated were stringing her along for months, just to get close to /him/. And he was already in a relationship.

It’s not bitterness, she loves her brother. But it sure as hell was getting disconcerting.

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And Jungkook, well. He believes that his and Taehyung’s relationship is just /not for/ the whispers and rumours that tend to thread around his college. Especially not the negative ones.

So they came to a mutual agreement.

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Pinkies locked and faces contorted into determination one sleepover, when she and Jungkook sat crisscrossed in front of each other on her mattress in matching spiderman PJs. (As if they were 10-year-olds making a promise to be friends forever, and in a way, they were).

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Ever since then, they’ve been subject to dubious hiding. It isn’t necessarily lying. Just, withholding the truth. It’s best this way.

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Unfortunately, they’re both oblivious to the same rumourous whispers circulating the college walls, ones about a kindling relationship between the two of /them/.

And, much to their ignorance, this one has the potential to bite their ass harder than they might expect.

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└─── back to the past. (before taehyung and jungkook started dating)

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Jungkook shoves the phone into his pocket, groaning as his arm extends in an attempt to reach the dreaded upper cabinet.

“Ugh, stupid instant noodles.”

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He taps around the inside, scrunching his nose when his fingertips brush over what seem to be scattered spices, no sign of a buldak packet.

He’s beginning to lose faith in there being any noodles to fulfil his cravings.

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It wouldn’t be the first time Sara’s house lacked snacks for them to munch on during their daily videogame hangouts. He’s about to lower his arm before he hears the sound of shuffling behind him.

“Sara, I can’t get the damn—”

“I got it.” Jungkook freezes.

That’s not Sara.

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Shivers dance down his spine when he hears the sound of a /man/. A man with a low, velvety voice, lower than Jungkook’s heard in a while.

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His chest inflates in a sharp breath when the heat of a body—a /tall/ body—presses against his side, leaning over him to reach the upper cabinet.

It's immediate, how quick he is to help. And for some reason, that does something to Jungkook's gut.

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He blinks, eyes shifting to the side, and something akin to fucking /butterflies/ erupts in his stomach when he notices the sharp features of the gorgeous man /pressed against him/. He hopes he isn’t imagining the ghost of a hand hovering over his waist.

"There you are."

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The man, seemingly older than him if the slight remnant of stubble on his face is anything to go by, possibly by more than a couple of years (Oh god, Jungkook don’t froth), hands him the pack of instant noodles.

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He meets Jungkook’s gaze with a handsome smile on his lips, and he could swear it dropped slightly for a moment when he saw him.

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Their eyes remain locked for a moment, and Jungkook’s heart thumps roughly against his chest when the man tilts his head, subtle. His dark brown hair falls over hooded eyelids. And at this point, he can probably tell Jungkook is—well, checking him out.

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It isn’t conscious, really. How his gaze begins to travel to the exposed collarbones. And to the expanse of his broad shoulders clothed by his black T-shirt.

And lower to his pants. Sweats. Jungkook gulps.

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He must work out or something, because even beneath the lean figure (tall- fuck, so tall), Jungkook can tell he’s got a burly side to him.

And then, he notices the /fingers/, on the hand he still holds out with the instant noodles that Jungkook has already forgotten.

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Fingers are his thing. His not-so-guilty pleasure. Jungkook shamelessly designates himself with an oral fixation when it comes to them. He’s a sucker for having anything in his mouth, and he thinks those large glinting rings would feel rather nice if they were pressing—

Okay.

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Now he feels a bit of shame.

This is his best friend’s house after all, and this was a very kind stranger. Who just happened to be sexy.

Who Jungkook has never seen in his life? He parts his lips, squinting his eyes, and the handsome man lifts an eyebrow.

“Who-”

“Wow, great,”

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Jungkook snaps his head to Sara, her tone snarky as she enters the kitchen.

“Didn’t even need to come, I guess.” Her hands fit over her hips and she comes to a halt on the other side of the counter.

Jungkook blinks, then turns to the hunk again. “Uh-”

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“Right,” Sara gestures to the man, a little bored. As if this weren’t scathingly vital information, that she was withholding from Jungkook. “That’s my older brother.”

Oh.

Jungkook’s throat goes dry.

Shit.

“Taehyung, this is Jungkook, my best friend or whatever.”

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Normally, Jungkook would snap at the deriding ‘or whatever’, but he feels a little frozen in place.

“Nice to meet you,” Taehyung smiles again, a little wider this time—a little kinder. /Fuck/ he’s a sweetheart.

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But behind the dripping honey, there’s a subtle /something/ glinting in his eyes when Jungkook’s lips part hesitantly.

“Uh- Nice to meet you too.”

He bows kindly. Quickly grabs the instant noodles, and before anyone can say anything, he rushes out of the kitchen.

                            82
                        
Jungkook’s attempting to escape the premises faster than the blush can creep up his neck and bloom on the tips of his ears. Because that would just say too much all at once, and all too quickly.

He doesn’t miss the way Sara’s eyes linger between them for a moment.

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— a couple of notes before we continue:

because a lot of people have mentioned it now, yes. this au is indeed inspired by this song! 🤩 (without the girl and boy hooking up ofc) open.spotify.com/track/7aTXnk6q…

also this is the main instagram acc of our kim sara ✨

y’all loved her sm so she’s practically an MC as well now <3 instagram.com/mallow_ksy?igs…

— tw // mentions of house fires

there’s lots of writing in these next updates, we’re plot-building okay (occasional switch POV)

okay let’s get back to it~ curiouscat.live/generickoo

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Jungkook, is only /slightly/ buzzed. Really.

He had a couple of tequila shots, just as much as usual. Felt more comfortable to drink assuming Sara's friend would be driving them back.

                            96
                        
After watching her stumble across the dancefloor with not one, but /two/ drinks in her hand, Jungkook felt too nauseous to stay inside.

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Sara nodded apologetically, shouting at him loudly over the club's music that she’d text Taehyung since he was free today, and see if he could pick them up.

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Jungkook staggered outside after that, plopping down onto one of the stairs leading into the club, and resting his head against the bars as he shuts his eyes.

And it’s only been five minutes, until he finally senses the figure looming over him.

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His lashes flutter open, and Taehyung stands there. With his hands in his slacks, shirt tucked into them with the band of his car keys hanging out of a pocket—as if stuffed in hastily. His lips are turned downward just the slightest.

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Jungkook, despite the subtle warmness pooling in his gut as he looks up at the broad figure, pouts at the sight of his frown, hands fiddling together. “Sorry.”

At that, Taehyung’s frown dissipates, and softness melts into his eyes.

                            101
                        
He sighs deeply, “I know, it’s fine. I was just worried about you two. You have to be more careful for next time.”

Jungkook nods a little too quickly, and Taehyung hadn’t even meant for it to sound authoritative.

He’s… endeared, the corner of his lip lifts.

“Can you stand?”

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Jungkook does, smiling at the man as he attempts it. Taehyung grin grows, stepping back to allow him room.

However, the smile drops just as quickly when he recognizes the faint distance in Jungkook’s eyes, and he lunges forward immediately.

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Catches the boy in one fell swoop right as his knees buck and his eyes flutter dazedly.

“Shit,” He huffs, his arm tight around Jungkook’s waist. “You okay?”

Jungkook blushes, eyes widening. He doesn’t know why he didn’t expect the sweetheart to swear.

                            104
                        
Doesn’t know why that’s what he’s thinking about, as he’s hauled back to his feet after being stupidly close to slamming onto the ground.

It’s another surprise, when he realizes that Taehyung is expertly holding him up with a single arm around his waist.

                            105
                        
His eyes are concerned as they examine Jungkook’s expression, possibly trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with him.

What’s wrong is that Taehyung is /hot/, even from this angle. And it’s unfair.

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But Jungkook’s still in awe, lips parted and hands gripping the man’s collar as he speaks. “Damn, you’re strong.”

Taehyung blinks, then lets out a deep chuckle, head falling back. And Jungkook wants to hear it /all night/. He looks back down at the boy, a fond smile on his lips.

                            107
                        
“For moments like this, I guess.”

Jungkook tilts his head, confused, doesn’t know what he means by that. Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek when his hair flies over his glossy eyes.

“What’d you mean—”

Sara’s gasp interrupts him, “Oh, shit."

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"M'sorry, oppa." She steps carefully down the stairs, and Jungkook’s shoulders droop when he’s suddenly pulled away from Taehyung.

Sara flings his arm over her shoulder, holding him up with a heave.

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“I got him, m’used to this. Don’t burden yourself with this lightweight.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, mouth attempting to retort but ending up in spewed babbles. Taehyung holds back the urge to laugh again, pursing his lips.

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“Okay, buddy.” She snorts, and stumbles as she walks towards the car, but waves a hand when Taehyung offers to help.

He blinks, watching, and eventually follows behind.

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Much to his dreaded demise, Jungkook does end up coming to the cheer meet. Seated dutifully at the bleachers of the college field like a puppy, his t-shirt and shorts fluttering in the subtle wind. At least it isn’t a terrible day.

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Sara and her group stand a couple of feet away from him, huddled together while she gives them instructions that are too muffled for Jungkook to hear. Not that he would try.

He’s not interested, really.

                            122
                        
Any other day, he would support Sara to the ends of the earth in her obsession with cheerleading (evident in the way he screeched until his lungs hurt at her last cheer competition).

                            123
                        
But true to his spiteful nature, just the fact that he was dragged here against his will has him huffing over the palm under his chin.

                            124
                        
His eyes squint so much in the sunlight that he feels a pain blooming in his forehead, and he can barely see the darkened words on his phone as he scrolls through his Twitter timeline.

However, he glances up occasionally when the girls start their actual practice.

                            125
                        
Can’t help but awe over how easily they manage their dismounts. How swiftly they toss each other up or stay in place in the air, or how mesmerizing their choreography is.

                            126
                        
But still, the moment the girls tread their gazes on him and giggle as if he were merely intrigued by the sight of /them/, he loses interest and drops his eyes back down to his phone.

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Jungkook settles on conversing with his boyfriend to pass the rest of the time, a smile growing on his face at every little retort or sweet comment he makes. He almost forgets where he is for a second.

                            129
                        
That is until a girl walks right up to him, and stops less than a meter from where he sits.

                            130
                        
Jungkook would have assumed it was Sara, if he didn’t know that she decided to wear her favourite black and red blazers to the cheer meet today (stupid rich Kims and all that)—and not the polished white runners that halt side-by-side in front of him.

                            131
                        
He lifts his head, shutting his phone. And, a girl with bright blond hair smiles down at him.

Her hands are clasped together, a poised posture that’s almost unfitting. Her cheeks fit under the bottom lids of her eyes, emphasizing the brightness of her smile.

                            132
                        
And brown eyes that—seem to sparkle in a sort of way he can’t read.

“Hi, Jungkook!” She beams, pearly teeth in all their glory.

It’s all too familiar for a first greeting, the casual way she speaks.

Jungkook’s a bit confused. But he smiles kindly anyway. “Hello.”

                            133
                        
He notices that she’s got the same cheer uniform on, the similar black and white skirt fluttering in the wind, so he assumes she’s Sara’s friend.

Jungkook himself, though, has never seen her in his life. (Or maybe he did somewhere around, but he never looks twice).

                            134
                        
“I’m Haeun.” She says happily. He nods.

She tilts her head in question, “How did you like the practice?”

Jungkook still feels odd about the casual tone. But his smile doesn’t falter.

                            135
                        
He’s sure Sara would kill him if he decided to be rude, it would be the exact opposite of his purpose for being here.

“It was great. You guys did well.”

He snaps his eyes behind her where he hears someone whisper in their direction harshly.

                            136
                        
Her lifted shoulders seem to droop in a sigh, and Jungkook doesn’t miss the eye-roll before she twists around.

There are a couple of girls standing, almost /hovering/, a few steps away from her.

                            137
                        
They mouth something that’s too incoherent for Jungkook to decipher, but he can tell most of their expressions are twisted into a sort of desperation.

                            138
                        
Jungkook furrows his brows when one of them sticks their thumb out to point over their shoulder, and he follows the gesture to where Sara stands, busy helping a girl maintain her posture in a leg-hold.

                            139
                        
The blond-haired girl vaguely dismisses them with the wave of a hand, before turning back to Jungkook with that same sickly sweet smile.

And he’s… confused.

It’s been a while since any girl has shown an interest in him.

                            140
                        
Approached him, in this way. (He decided it was due to his consistent rejections, unaware that everyone had recently come to believe in the ghost of a relationship with a certain /someone/ else, that he doesn’t know of quite yet).

                            141
                        
“Did you see me? I was the flyer for most of the stunts.” Her hand comes up to push a strand of hair behind her shoulder, and her smile lifts higher in a subtle smugness—that Jungkook couldn’t care less about, honestly.

Still, he nods, pursing his lips. “Yeah, you were great.”

                            142
                        
For some reason, she /gleams/ at that. Jungkook just wants whatever this is to be over.

But he hopes a little too soon.

                            143
                        
Because before he can register the aftermath of their confusing conversation, the girl takes another step forward and leans down close enough to press an obnoxiously loud kiss flat on Jungkook’s right cheek. No warning.

And he’s frozen. Eyes blown wide.

                            144
                        
It was so unexpected, that he couldn’t even conjugate the thought of a reaction if he wanted to.

The girl leans back, looks over her shoulder once, and begins to skip away in glee. He doesn’t miss the faint of a smirk on her lips as she does.

                            145
                        
Jungkook is left mindlessly staring at the grass for a moment, before he snaps his head up and— oh.

Sara is glaring fucking /daggers/ into his soul.

                            146
                        
She’s standing with her fists clenched at her side while a couple of girls stumble away from her, hands pressed to their mouths and eyes flickering between the two of them.

                            147
                        
She’s quick as she stomps over to him, quicker than he can register before her hand closes around his wrist, and he’s being hauled up. She drags him until they reach the edge of the field, away from the cheer team.

                            148
                        
“Jeon. Jung—/fucking/—kook.” She barks, and the boy is hunched in the corner underneath the bleachers as she points a manicured finger at him.

Sara is /livid/.

He’s speechless. What the fuck is happening right now.

                            149
                        
“Tell me why the fuck I just watched Kang Haeun kiss your cheek.”

Jungkook blinks, mouth parting to speak. But Sara interrupts him and he’s flinching in the corner again.

“I swear to /god/ if you’re playing with my brother’s feelings, I’ll—”

                            150
                        
At that, Jungkook comes to his senses, and his hands fly up in desperation. “No! No, she—she came onto /me/! I—” He huffs incredulously, and Sara squints.

“I thought she was just being friendly ‘cause everyone knows that me and you are friends.

                            151
                        
But then she just randomly leaned in and kissed me! I don’t even know what the fuck. What even- what just /happened/.”

He sputters, because it’s so ridiculous.

                            152
                        
But Sara’s tense demeanour drops in a deep sigh, and Jungkook’s fervent heartbeat drops with it. (It’s scary to get on her bad side okay).

She sighs, arms crossing as she shakes her head. “You’re right, sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I know what she’s like.”

                            153
                        
Jungkook shakes his head a little. He understands. Sara is rightfully protective of her sweetheart brother.

                            154
                        
She presses a hand angrily at her forehead, “To be honest, she’s been at my ass for a while- trying to win the girls over so she could get another chance at becoming cheer captain. I guess this is her weird way of establishing dominance. I don’t know.”

                            155
                        
Jungkook sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Shit, huh? She’s that out to get you.”

Sara nods dreadfully. She parts her lips to speak but gets interrupted by Jungkook’s phone pinging with a dozen notifications at once.

                            156
                        
They lift their eyebrows in unison, looking at each other questioningly for a moment, before Jungkook swipes his phone open.

His eyes blow wide.

“What. The fuck.”

He turns the phone to Sara, and her jaw drops.

                            157
                        
Drops, right before it clenches, really fucking tight, and Jungkook almost yelps at the sight. He swears he saw a bit of /Taehyung/ flash over her face for a moment.

Like the expression on his face before he’s about to put out a raging fire.

                            158
                        
“That fucking bitch,” Sara spits, staring into the distance. “I should’ve known she was up to something.”

She sighs sharply, eyes meeting Jungkook’s, “I gotta go.”

Jungkook stumbles to the side when Sara stomps past him.

                            159
                        
Because yeah, he’s upset. Somebody had just leaked a photo of the stupid cheek kiss, and now it’s circulating all over Twitter and their school, quite possibly.

But /Sara/ is also upset.

                            160
                        
Sure, he’s on the football team, and could probably bench half the cheerleaders at once if he tried. But he is /much/ smarter than choosing to indulge his best friend in this state.

                            161
                        
She could drop a boulder on anybody’s head at this moment, if she wanted to.

Jungkook is afraid she might want to.

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                            164
                        
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Sara wiggles the keys into the lock.

“I told Taehyung about the photo, so don’t worry too much about—it, Jungkook, stop. I’m /opening/ it—”

Jungkook jerks Sara’s arm to hurry her in opening the front door.

                            165
                        
He practically snatches the keys from her to jam them into the lock.

“Dude—” He’s bursting inside, a flutter of anxiety under his chest when he staggers through the living room to reach the stairs.

                            166
                        
“Take off your—Jungkook! Your fucking shoes, I’m /not/ cleaning up after you! This idiot, my god—”

He pays his best friend no mind as he stomps up the stairs, shoes still on and backpack still slung around his shoulder. He’s in a hurry to see Taehyung.

                            167
                        
Because even if Sara already explained the circulating cheek-kiss, he felt the need to do so at least once himself, to calm the buzzing unsettlement in his chest.

He's fallen prey to misunderstandings  far too many times. Taehyung is just too precious to allow that again.

                            168
                        
Jungkook practically raids Taehyung’s bedroom by shoving the door open, and his heart drops when the man isn’t seated in his leisurely position on the left side of the mattress.

“Tae?” His voice cracks with worry, “Are—”

                            169
                        
He lets out a yelp strong arms grab at his waist. A hand supports the back of his head as he’s pressed roughly to the wall. “Ah, Taehyung—”

The door is quickly shut not moments before a pair of lips slam onto his own, hungry in the way they immediately pry them open.

                            170
                        
Jungkook whimpers into it, but the uncomfortable tugging in his chest is loosened the harder Taehyung kisses him.

“Mn, hyu—” He barely gets a second to breathe between the kisses. It’s wet, and sloppy, and so /different/ than how they usually kiss.

                            171
                        
It leaves a course of heat in the pit of his stomach as the strong hands grip his waist to press him harder against the wall.

                            172
                        
Taehyung pulls away, only to shove his face in Jungkook’s neck to pepper quick and hungry kisses all over, slowing when the boy’s whines tread desperation, and nimble fingers tug at his hair.

He pulls back, and Jungkook breathes. Left a pretty flustered mess.

                            173
                        
“Hi,” Taehyung says, a rumbling baritone sound that makes the boy squeeze his legs slightly together. And a gorgeously satisfied smile on his lips as he looks down at him. 

“Hi.” Jungkook huffs, breathless. “Shit,”

                            174
                        
His head dips back to hit the wall behind him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Taehyung laughs but tightens the hold around his waist in assurance. Jungkook almost fully slumps into it.

“You were worried.” Taehyung mumbles, nips at his bottom lip, and Jungkook’s eyes flutter. He hums.

                            175
                        
“Was scared you thought—pfft, Taehyung-”

He giggles when the man presses a series of quick and sharp kisses on his right cheek—the cheek Haeun kissed—and pushes at his chest, but there’s no effort in it.

“You’re such a baby,” Jungkook groans, and Taehyung bites.

                            176
                        
He lets out a yelp and then falls into a fit of laughter, trying to tug the man away by his nape. But Taehyung lets his mouth drag lower, and his teeth graze over the pulse point under his neck, nibbling at the spot next to it.

                            177
                        
Jungkook drawls a soft whine as he’s pushed right up against the wall, caged between it and Taehyung’s body. His hands fly up to tug at the man’s shirt, but Taehyung only presses closer, almost completely engulfing the boy with the means to devour him, or so Jungkook supposes.

                            178
                        
With the way he’s already starting to mark him, Jungkook doesn’t think he’s far off.

“Mm,” Taehyung hums, and Jungkook’s entire face burns as he sucks languidly at the skin behind his ear. “And you’re mine.”

                            179
                        
Jungkook’s stomach swims with heat—but his chest heaves a tad bit, with guilt.

Taehyung, he realizes, is just as possessive as him. Wants Jungkook to be /his/, through and through.

                            180
                        
And the thought that, even the people Jungkook is around daily don’t know that he’s in a relationship—makes him feel quite terrible.

Perhaps, Jungkook should reconsider gatekeeping.

Perhaps he should reconsider the spoken contract between him and his best friend.

                            181
                        
He chokes on a whimper as Taehyung’s rough hands grip tighter at his waist. He’s harsh with the way he holds, almost as if he wants the indent of his hips to also have marks.

And that idea has Jungkook’s insides /preening/.

                            182
                        
“Mine.” He says once more, hoarse, and slightly in question, against his lips. And Jungkook nods.

“Yours,” and it’s breathy.

Their lips meet again.

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After a while of indulging in their heated makeout session, they finally relax on the couch in Taehyung’s room.

                            184
                        
Even if they both were practically on edge by the end of it, they mutually decided to respect their arranged schedule for the day, so as to not spend the rest of their time doing /other/ activities.

                            185
                        
They share a loveseat, one of the ones that have leg extenders so they can place Jungkook’s laptop in front of them while cuddling.

He's tucked underneath Taehyung’s head, cheek pressed to his chest as thick arms wrap around him securely, a blanket draped around them both.

                            186
                        
Taehyung smells a lot like outside, and Jungkook’s heart warms—placing that he probably had a shift just before seeing him. He still invited Jungkook over.

The boy can't help his giddy smile, and he lifts his head to settle his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder, blinking up at him.

                            187
                        
They stay like that for a moment. And Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way, especially if he got to appreciate Taehyung’s side profile from this view.

“Did you forget we’re watching a movie?” Taehyung doesn’t look down as he speaks, but a giddy smile is on his face.

                            188
                        
Jungkook grins wider, eyes fluttering. “Didn’t.” He sighs, “Just love you.”

Taehyung looks at him then, smile softening. He lifts a hand to brush his thumb across Jungkook’s bottom lip. “Are you trying to make me fall harder?”

                            189
                        
Jungkook giggles, and it’s Taehyung’s turn to swoon.

The boy’s hands fly to Taehyung’s lap, and he reaches under his t-shirt, only to feel his skin.

“Did you save people today?”

Taehyung presses a kiss on his forehead. “One way to put it,”

                            190
                        
Jungkook shifts closer, lowering his head to nose at his neck.

“S’ the truth.”

Taehyung runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair with his free hand, smiling fondly. “A few. We managed to stop a kitchen fire from getting worse than it could.”

                            191
                        
Jungkook lifts his head again, noting how Taehyung’s gaze gets lost in the distance. And Jungkook knows exactly what he’s thinking.

It’s honestly ridiculous, that Taehyung’s mind strays to everything /more/ he could have done, in a situation where he’s already done so much.

                            192
                        
“I wish we got there quicker, we could have saved their kitchen from burning down. And this child lost her toy bear in the fire, she was devastated. I stopped by a toy store to get her a new one, but I wish we could’ve gotten there before—”

                            193
                        
Jungkook plops himself onto Taehyung’s lap, a soft smile on his lips, and the man startles as if he hadn’t even felt Jungkook shifting around during his short tangent.

“You’re so,” Jungkook shakes his head, throat feeling a little constricted as his eyes brim with fragile tears.

                            194
                        
“I love /everything/ you are.” He says, pointedly, with as much sheer devotion as almost every time he says the words. Because they /mean/ something.

Every fucking time.

Taehyung looks between his eyes, lips parted, reading everything in Jungkook’s expression.

                            195
                        
“Baby,” He says, exasperated, a little croaked himself. Maybe weighted by the sheer heaviness in Jungkook’s loving gaze.

“I am everything I am when I have /you/.”

He says the last words like it’s /undeniable/. Like Jungkook is his pure driving force.

                            196
                        
Like /Jungkook/ had just as much part in saving those people as Taehyung did.

The boy can’t help the sob that leaves his lips, leaning down to press their lips together in a /passionate/ kiss.

                            197
                        
It grows heavy and desperate, a lot of holding each other tight and impossibly closer with the intention of becoming one, and they’re pulling the blanket off themselves.

And, eventually, Taehyung is carrying him to the bed.

                            198
                        
Laying him down tenderly, and kissing him again with the promise of spreading his love out on every inch of Jungkook’s skin. Because who cares, if they decide to love each other in more ways than one. One way was always too little for them, after all.

                            199
                        
And Jungkook realizes, in between the heated kisses and melting touches, that he’s found another way.

He wants everyone to know. He /needs/ everyone to know, how fucking much he loves Taehyung.

                            200
                        
He needs everyone to see the marks on his skin, and know /exactly/ who caused them. He needs to have hints of Taehyung in every part of him. And he needs hints of himself in Taehyung.

He needs them all to see, that they belong to each other.

Yeah.

It’s time to talk to Sara.

                            201
                        
└─── back to the past.

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                            203
                        
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Taehyung is one hundred percent—certainly, and undoubtedly—avoiding Jungkook.

Sara and Jungkook’s relationship has grown substantially in the past couple of months.

                            204
                        
He’s over at their place often, whether it be for the means of studying, playing video games, or even just lounging in the large home—too disinclined and lazy to walk back to his tiny one-bedroom apartment.

And being here a lot more often means seeing Taehyung a lot more often.

                            205
                        
Which means, Taehyung avoiding Jungkook far too often.

His eyes drift to the kitchen, albeit with difficulty.

The Kim household isn’t exactly a small one. Each room is spread out a fine amount, separated by hallways with a sizable expanse in each.

                            206
                        
Jungkook has to crane his neck to be able to see the tall figure, even if it’s just his back.

But there’s plenty to appreciate about the back. It’s a sexy back. For sure.

He snaps out of it when a sharp toenail digs into his stomach.

                            207
                        
“You’re fucking /gross/.” Sara snaps, tossing another chip in her mouth.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, turning back to face the TV again with a grimace. “He’s ignoring me.”

Sara faces the TV then too, licking at the Takis powder around her lips.

                            208
                        
Jungkook doesn’t know how she can eat those atrociously spicy chips, he can barely finish one without downing gulps of water.

“He’s sulking.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. “Over what? Being so damn irritating?”

                            209
                        
Sara snorts, popping her thumb out of her mouth after licking off the powder from it, eyes plastered to the horror movie playing on the screen.

“I told you,” At that, Jungkook sighs knowingly, shoulders drooping. She did warn him.

                            210
                        
He tries to focus on the movie for a while, shifting on the large couch and occasionally taking bites of the snacks scattered over the coffee table in front of them.

                            211
                        
He shoves his palms down to push himself off the couch, leather squeaking.

Sara looks up at him and crumbs fall from the corner of her mouth when she frowns.

“Don’t.”

Jungkook should be surprised at her immediate suspicion, he could have just risen to go to the bathroom.

                            212
                        
But she’s been a good observer since day one, especially when it came to his shenanigans.

Possibly because she’s far too similar to him, practically the same, they might just be soulmates, in that aspect.

Being brats.

                            213
                        
Jungkook steps onto the couch, feet sinking into the same spot. “Jungkook—”

Sara sighs irritatingly as he swiftly throws himself over the couch, a hand on the ledge as his feet drop to the floor silently.

                            214
                        
Jungkook internally thanks his athleticism for aiding in his stealth, and Sara verbally curses at it.

Mainly because Taehyung tends to scurry away like a mouse at any shift or sound that may indicate someone’s approaching him, at least when Jungkook’s over.

                            215
                        
“Don’t be a bitch.” She sharply whispers at him as he moves to the kitchen, and her eyes glint with warning. Jungkook sends her a wink over his shoulder.

“Hey!”

Taehyung’s body goes rigid.

He smiles, but it’s tight-lipped.

                            216
                        
“Hi,” He says, incredibly kind. “I didn’t hear you walk in.”

“I know,” Jungkook smiles back, fluttering his lashes.

And Taehyung’s chest rises a little.

Jungkook bites his lip, and his gaze shifts down to the large flier laid out in front of the man.

                            217
                        
He doesn’t know why that stirs his insides a little. The sight of Taehyung’s thick arms under a cuffed white T leaning against the counter, genuinely /interested/ in the news on the flier.

                            218
                        
They aren’t too spread out in age, but small things like this tend to get Jungkook a little hot and bothered.

Because of /course/ Taehyung reads the damn newspaper. /Of course/ he enjoys authentic journalism, the same way Jungkook enjoys scrolling through Twitter in his pastime.

                            219
                        
He lets out a breath, and it’s the only thing that fills the silent room for a moment.

He realizes it, but he doesn’t make any move to speak. Not when he can finally take his time appreciating the way Taehyung looks as he stands languidly against the counter.

                            220
                        
Eyes shamelessly dragging all over him, and hooking to the slacks that hang loosely over his hips.

Again, /of course/ he walks around the house in slacks. Not that Jungkook’s complaining, he could get down on his knees at this very moment, honestly.

                            221
                        
It’s not until his bottom lip begins to sting that he realizes he’s been nibbling down on it a little too harshly.

His gaze snaps back up to meet Taehyung’s. And /shit/.

                            222
                        
He wished he’d have looked up sooner, because he could /swear/ Taehyung’s hooded eyes were planted heavily on his lip, snapping up last minute.

Jungkook licks at it. Catches his gaze flicker downwards.

He wonders just who Taehyung’s trying to fool, at this point.

                            223
                        
His heart begins to thrum, and he can feel his ears growing hot. And they’re still on opposite sides of the counter.

He doesn’t like that.

“Whatchu reading?” He asks absentmindedly, taking a couple of steps forward, and then moving around the counter.

                            224
                        
He notices the man’s fingers flex over a page for a moment as Jungkook approaches him, but he breaks into another small smile as he responds.

“Found myself in the paper.”

At that, Jungkook’s eyes widen.

                            225
                        
He only retreats from their eye contact to look down at the page Taehyung holds open.

His finger points to the very top corner, and after Jungkook is done appreciating the length of it and the sparkling steel rings adorning it, he reads the headline:

                            226
                        
/Local Firefighters rescue all animals in a sudden fire at the Seoul Animal Rehabilitation Centre/.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle. He reaches for the paper unconsciously.

Taehyung lets him lift it, bringing it up to his face to get a clearer few of the faded-out picture.

                            227
                        
It’s a firefighter, covered in ash and dirt with his cap a little tilted on his head. He’s staggering out of a charred building while clutching a small… goddamn /sloth/ to his chest.

                            228
                        
Jungkook recognizes it as Taehyung almost immediately. Something blossoms in his chest, trickling to the high of his cheeks and fluttering around in his stomach.

He’s so handsome, even in the photo. So handsome, saving a baby /animal/. On a worn-out old newspaper.

                            229
                        
“When-” Jungkook heaves a quick breath, eyes unwilling to part from the picture. “When was this?”

“Couple days ago,” Taehyung chuckles, “Surprised they got this out so early. I didn’t even see the photographers there.”

                            230
                        
Jungkook nods, but freezes when his eyes catch another detail in the washed-out photograph.

He snaps his head to Taehyung and the man startles back, only now realizing that the proximity of their faces had closed a bit while he was reading the paper from Jungkook’s hands.

                            231
                        
“Oh,” Jungkook places the paper down. Furrows his eyebrows in a small scowl as his eyes fall to the corner of Taehyung’s lip.

Before he can realize it, his hand flies up to the man’s face.

                            232
                        
Taehyung’s eyes blow wide when Jungkook’s hand cups his jaw gently, but he doesn’t move. Just stares at him, blinking.

Jungkook thumbs at the skin underneath the subtle scar on Taehyung’s lip. A cut, not too deep. Looks painful, or seems like it might have been.

                            233
                        
He doesn’t know why his heart squeezes at the sight. Taehyung’s probably had worse injuries, he’s a damn /firefighter/ after all.

But still. “You got hurt.”

Taehyung.

Taehyung doesn’t know what to say.

                            234
                        
Because of course he got hurt. It’s in his line of work to throw himself into the fire to save others. /Literally/. His life is a pure depiction of the saying. It’s /expected/ of him.

So of course he got hurt, even if just a little bit.

A small bit.

A cut.

But this boy.

                            235
                        
This desperately precious boy holds his face so softly, and words the /obvious/ visual as if he were actually /concerned/. His voice is so delicate. It makes Taehyung wanna scold himself. And he does, internally.

He’s surprised at his own actions after that.

                            236
                        
The reaction he has to Jungkook dropping his hand. But he can’t help the step forward—can’t help the hand that comes to circle Jungkook’s wrist, fingers curling gently, but firmly.

                            237
                        
The boy’s mouth parts when he gets closer, shaky breaths leaving his lips as Taehyung’s hand remains wrapped around his wrist. It’s a grounding touch.

But Jungkook feels his head go foggy, and his legs turn to jelly.

                            238
                        
Because Taehyung is practically leaning over him, pulling Jungkook’s wrist to his chest (and Jungkook would lose his composure entirely, if he had actually comprehended the faint erratic heartbeat beneath the elder’s shirt, where his wrist hovered). And he’s not letting go.

                            239
                        
“Hyung-”

His breath hitches, when Taehyung leans close enough to slip a hand into his back pocket. Almost candidly folds, before he feels the hand retreating just as quickly.

It’s his phone. In Taehyung’s hand.

                            240
                        
He blinks when they break eye contact for a moment, sweat beginning to trickle down the back of his neck as he breathes out. He’s not sure when he held his breath.

Taehyung looks away in favour of sliding the boy’s phone open.

                            241
                        
Jungkook doesn’t move, can’t, with the feel of Taehyung’s (fuck, large oh god so big and long-) hand keeping a hold on him gently.

He taps at the phone a couple of times, and Jungkook tries not to absorb himself in the way he tongues at his cheek while typing.

                            242
                        
He snaps it shut after he’s done, and the boy has to hold back a squeak when he moves close again to place the phone back in his pocket.

                            243
                        
The hand as well as Taehyung’s alluring body heat retreats from him, but Jungkook’s hand stays in the air as he difficultly attempts to regain his consciousness. He gulps, blinking aggressively when Taehyung steps back with a purse to his lips.

                            244
                        
“What—”

“Text me. When you get the chance.”

And he’s gone. Staggering away, around the kitchen counter and down the hall Jungkook came from.

In, practically, the same way Jungkook had the first time he saw him.

                            245
                        
(Before, of course, realizing that he had indeed forgotten to even /cook/ the instant noodles he clutched to his chest in his avid escape—too nervous to go back to the kitchen to do so. Sara could not breathe in between her laughter that day.)

                            246
                        
Jungkook sees the couch from where he’s standing, and Sara’s head, messy strands of black, pops up from the leather, her attention following the trail of her brother as he retreats to another room.

                            247
                        
She snaps her head to Jungkook, only her eyes poking out from behind the couch. Her eyebrows furrow.

                            248
                        
When he comes to for the nth time, something incredibly /soft/ threads through Jungkook’s stomach, kneading through his sensitive insides as heat creeps up his neck—something akin to, perhaps, victory.

Slowly, a smile etches onto his face, giddy and dreamy. And so fucking gone.

                            249
                        
Sara’s eyebrows also unknit from each other then, and a hint of softness spreads across her forehead for a moment. But not for too long. She feigns an annoyed eye-roll and turns back around to face the TV.

                            250
                        
And Jungkook will pretend he doesn’t know that she’s definitely smiling behind the couch.

                            251
                        
└─── back to the present.

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Minha makes it outside Sara’s house pretty quickly.

Much to her surprise, they lived only a couple of streets away from each other. It wasn’t too dark out, so she decided to pull on her rainboots and go on a walk instead of driving there.

                            266
                        
Gives her the chance to breathe a bit of fresh air, before possibly losing all of it at the sight of Sara the way she always does, oh god what is she /doing/.

                            267
                        
She slaps her gloved hands to her face as her cheeks begin to burn, but doesn’t come to a halt while she walks down the sidewalk. Her long beige coat sways in the wind, and she drops her hands to shove them in her pockets in a sort of futile comfort.

                            268
                        
Minha cannot /believe/ that she’s agreed to this. How on earth could she hang out, talk, and be friends with Sara, when she’s got an embarrassingly deep and overwhelming /crush/ on the girl?

                            269
                        
How on earth is she supposed to stay still beside her, when she can’t even /meet her gaze/ for more than a couple seconds in the halls?

And back then, for a moment, she hoped that maybe the cheer captain might have had a sort of interest in her.

                            270
                        
Any sort of interest, even if it weren’t the best kind.

Because the comments on her posts had increased substantially, during that time. Simple emojis becoming one or two words, to longer sentences in response to even Minha’s useless /book reviews/.

                            271
                        
It had come to the point that she would only be active on Twitter to see the notification of a pretty name and a silly ghost emoji appear on her screen. Kicking and squealing under her blanket whenever Sara so much as liked her post within the first 30 minutes of uploading it.

                            272
                        
Those were the days she could safely enjoy the subtle attention she was given, without her chest heaving in guilt every time she even let herself /look/ at the girl for too long.

She still does. Look, that is, stupidly.

                            273
                        
Fitting her gaze on the one thing that makes her cheeks bloom so pleasantly. Enjoying the enchanting sight of the pretty cheerleader with long black hair and gorgeous pink lips.

Stupid. Stupid Minha.

                            274
                        
Of /course/ Kim Sara was already in a relationship. Has she really forgotten how beautiful the girl is?

She bites at her lip, feet slowing down on the pavement, the clicking sound of her boots fading away as she comes to a stop.

This.

This was a terrible idea.

                            275
                        
Minha lifts her head, bottom lip trembling the slightest when she sees the house from afar.

This wasn’t fair. Not to her or Sara. Or Jungkook.

She needs to go.

                            276
                        
But just as she’s about to spin on her heels, her eyes catch the glint of something in the car parked right outside Sara’s house. A slight sparkle.

She doesn’t mean to snoop. She doesn’t.

                            277
                        
But when she sees the familiar sight of a certain football player, her entire body freezes in place. Jungkook was wearing the same outfit he had posted on Twitter. And it’s not her place to wonder where he could have gone.

But there’s someone else with him.

                            278
                        
A large figure, seated in the driver's seat of the car. Dressed in all black with hints of jewelry around their ears and fingers. Fingers that /cradle/ Jungkook’s hair, in a notion that Minha horridly reveals to be /tender/.

It’s a man. Jungkook is in the car with a man.

                            279
                        
And they’re shifting closer together with unbearably happy smiles on their faces. She chokes.

Because now, they’re /kissing/.

Minha.

Minha is /mortified/.

                            280
                        
—  alotta tooth-rotting fluff before the chaos. enjoy my whipped boys growing more impossibly in love. (lots of writing up ahead <3)

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🦋 2.50

Jungkook preens against Taehyung’s lips.

His heart flutters avidly as he feels gentle fingers cradling through the hair on the back of his head.

                            282
                        
There’s a light blush on the highs of his cheekbones, a pretty red, that hasn’t left for a single moment since he stepped foot into his boyfriend’s vicinity.

Because Jungkook loves Taehyung, that is nothing short of a fact.

But /this/ Taehyung.

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The one that relentlessly spoils him to no end. The one that holds his hand like a gentleman and opens all doors for him. The one that feeds him the most /exquisite/ dining he’s ever tasted, while keeping a firm, /attentive/, grip on his thigh for the whole night—

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This Taehyung, makes his insides /roar/ with everloving tenderness.

He sighs against the man’s lips, attempting to shift closer in the car’s confinement.

Taehyung’s smirk moving languidly against his lips has him wanting /more/.

                            285
                        
Has him becoming /addicted/ to the sedation that is his boyfriend.

So much so, that neither he nor Taehyung can comprehend the chittering of hushed voices coming from the house a couple of feet from the parked car.

The chittering of two girls.

                            286
                        
Not a word gets through to them, not even the silence that follows after the sound of the front door closing shut. (But we’ll get to that).

                            287
                        
Jungkook must be greedy to still want this much after such a beautiful night.

Because, although he’s been lavished with attention, and chivalry, and overbearing kindness from his boyfriend all night, he still craves the grounding heat of his touch.

                            288
                        
All over him, with no means to retreat or dissipate. Just remain /on/ him, at all times.

To never let go.

Taehyung’s fingers slide to his bare waist exposed by the crop top, warm fingers curling around delightfully to squeeze.

                            289
                        
And even the slightest touch has Jungkook’s entire spine racking in shivers.

The same fingers, the ones that fit him so easily, had firmly held his thigh throughout the whole night. Clad in leather, but still burning with unrelenting heat under Taehyung’s hold.

                            290
                        
And /molten/, whenever they danced across his waist in a teasing manner.

The fingers gripped tightly in the car as he drove, in the restaurant under the table, and even while they were eating their food. The warmth of a strong hand on his body had never left.

                            291
                        
As if Taehyung himself, could not last without the feeling of Jungkook’s skin on his fingertips, always.

That's why Jungkook can't rid himself of the fluster all over his face.

                            292
                        
Though he doesn’t try, not while he knows Taehyung all but basks in the sight. Usually has him prying the boy’s lips open, cupping at the burn of his face to coerce him into delving into the kiss deeper, and deeper—so that he too could taste the heat under Jungkook’s skin.

                            293
                        
And Jungkook relents far too easily.

Allows Taehyung to give, and take, and give. And give and (oh /god/-) give.

Until Jungkook is completely pliant in his hold, and even the grip of his fingers on the man’s clothing grows weak.

                            294
                        
Because Taehyung always has far too much within himself to /not/ shower Jungkook with the abundance of it.

However, Taehyung hasn’t always been the giving type.

                            295
                        
Before he met the stubborn boy, he hadn’t given much of himself to anyone. He surrounded himself with friends from his childhood, people he’s known for long enough that he doesn’t have to worry about their intentions towards him.

                            296
                        
Friends like Jimin, a fellow firefighter who he grew up with back in Daegu before he moved to Seoul with his sister for her education.

If there is anyone that knows him well, it’s his best friend.

                            297
                        
Park Jimin cannot let a /single/ thing past him if it concerns Taehyung, and as scary as it should seem, Taehyung finds comfort in it.

But he wouldn’t let anyone else through. Taehyung built up certain walls around himself to hide behind polite smiles and a concealed poise.

                            298
                        
Walls that could only be climbed by his little sister, and perhaps animals.

So, it had certainly scared him when Jeon Jungkook came into his life.

                            299
                        
At the start, he had only been amused by Jungkook’s shyness. Found it cute, that this handsome young boy could not stop staring at him upon first meeting.

                            300
                        
But soon thereafter, this boy had managed to climb over to reach Taehyung’s heart with such unfitted ease, that he startled back at the feeling. Then began to avoid it, for far too long.

                            301
                        
Throughout this, Jungkook was quiet in the way he showed his affection. As if he knew Taehyung needed time to adjust.

                            302
                        
He would smile at him warmly, and compliment him sincerely. Expose little /secret/ pieces of himself in casual conversation, like his favourite /everythings/, so that Taehyung might feel like he’s known him for long enough.

                            303
                        
Long enough, that he wouldn't cave in entirely if Jungkook subtly allowed their fingers to brush while handing him something at the dinner table.

                            304
                        
And long enough, that even Taehyung wouldn’t shy from the cheekiness in his tone if Jungkook were to tease him for being so attractive in his fireman uniform—or in general. Like, all the time. At any passing moment that he might see Taehyung in a brand-new shirt or new slacks.

                            305
                        
And maybe, during those moments, Taehyung’s grin would become more amused, an eyebrow cocking up in curiosity at his consistent brashness. Maybe he’d also allow their fingers to brush, occasionally.

                            306
                        
And if Jungkook were to catch him in his hiding spots around the house, maybe he’d return the heated gaze Jungkook blanketed on him.

The boy was irresistible, in a way.

Taehyung didn’t know what was good for him.

                            307
                        
But then Jungkook, with sheer kindness in his bright doe eyes, had held Taehyung’s face in the palm of his hand with overwhelming tenderness. Whispered his /concern/ for him, in a way that had him almost flinching again, at that moment.

                            308
                        
But he decided that whatever had /fit/ into his heart that day, was not—at the very least—an entirely bad thing. So he instead, pulled Jungkook’s wrist to his chest to keep him near.

Because someone who could /see/ Taehyung this way, could not be let go that easily.

                            309
                        
Thankfully, Jungkook hadn’t planned on it.

Doesn’t.

Stubborn, sweet little thing he is.

So, ever since then, Taehyung has become subject to /giving/. And he would break down in tears and agony if Jungkook were to ever /refuse/ him of such a blessing.

                            310
                        
He never thought he was the giving type, until he met Jungkook.

He’s decided, after this date, he’ll take him on another. Just to shower him again and again in everything he has, because Jungkook has done just that for him.

                            311
                        
Taehyung pours his all into the little kiss, treading his fingers over Jungkook’s skin as if he were a delicate pond. Jungkook melts into his arms as if he is, feeling every inch of the kiss, and it’s a little cherry on top of their beautiful evening.

“Holy shit,"

                            312
                        
Jungkook breathes, hands curling and uncurling from the collar of Taehyung’s shirt. He doesn't even notice that he’s shifted on his knees, feet tucked underneath him.

“You’re—You, I—” Jungkook huffs, shaking his head.

Taehyung bites down at his grin.

                            313
                        
He squeezes at the skin on Jungkook’s waist once, satisfaction crippling in his chest as the boy heaves another breath. It seems to help unravel the twist in his tongue.

“I /love/ today, so much.”

A warmth blooms in the man’s chest.

                            314
                        
He gazes at Jungkook with a knowing smile, pressing a couple of fleeting kisses to his bottom lip.

“I’m glad, my love. You deserve it, and so much more.”

A strangled noise leaves Jungkook’s lips. “Stop, stop it. I’m /actually/ going to explode.”

                            315
                        
Taehyung laughs then, hearty and cute and Jungkook climbs right onto his lap.

“Oh?” The laughs die down into questionable amusement. Taehyung has to move the seat back a little to fit the boy between himself and the wheel.

Jungkook’s relentless, plopping right down.

                            316
                        
He stuffs his face in Taehyung’s neck to hide the evergrowing fluster, or perhaps just to have the pleasure of doing so. Taehyung’s drenched in a fresh cologne mixed with his signature heavenly home-like scent, and Jungkook wants to be drenched in it too.

                            317
                        
“Baby,” Taehyung whispers, “We gotta go inside soon.”

“Wanna stay here.” Jungkook gruffs, tucking deeper.

Taehyung is so fond.

“Mm, wish we could. But I don’t think Sara would appreciate our disappearance.”

                            318
                        
Jungkook doesn’t respond. Instead, he shifts on Taehyung’s lap, thighs squeezing tight and eliciting a quiet rumble out of the man.

He smiles, pressing his teeth against the side of Taehyung’s neck.

                            319
                        
“Jungk—” His breath hitches when the boy rocks his hips down, and hands come flying to hold him firmly in place.

“Love,” Taehyung breathes out in laughter, “I am not having sex with you in a dirty car after taking you to a five-star restaurant.”

He pulls at Jungkook’s hips.

                            320
                        
“C’mon, up. I’ll take you inside, and we can—”

“No,” The boy whines, “I promise you, I will /not/ stay quiet if you make me go inside.”

Taehyung stills. Pulls Jungkook off his chest to look him in the eyes.

And, /oh/.

                            321
                        
He’s got a rather determined glint in his gaze. Doe-eyes blinking innocently, but there’s an unabashed grin on his lips that has Taehyung’s chest flaring with a sudden need to- to do something about it.

He blinks, mouth agape. “Are you—”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. A challenge.

                            322
                        
And Taehyung nearly loses it.

“Okay,” He says, exasperated, “Alright, just let me- let me grab the stuff. From inside.”

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment, but eventually listens. Slips off his lap to let him leave.

                            323
                        
He crawls to the backseat of the car in under a second and crosses his arms once he settles.

“M’ waiting.”

Taehyung would laugh at the impatient tone, but he finds it more hysterical that he’s actually agreed to fuck his darling /bratty/ boy in the backseat of his Mercedes.

                            324
                        
“Alright, darling. I won’t be long.”

He slips out, shuts the door, and hastily approaches the front door of the house.

                            325
                        
— (the following scene is while jungkook and taehyung were still in the car):

this entire next scene is between sara and minha, but it’s important to the big gay ✨reveal✨. my girls deserve this at the very least.

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(they have a very heated makeout scene, feel free to skip when it comes if you’re not interested. but i really enjoyed writing this, so please do keep reading if you love these lesbians! <3)

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🦋 3.18

Minha rushes over to the front door of Sara’s house with a flutter of anxiety under her chest, occasionally looking over from the corner of her eye to make sure Jungkook didn’t see her scrambling over.

                            328
                        
Now, Minha might be a little bitter about Sara and Jungkook’s relationship, but she believes /very/ adamantly, that Sara at least does not deserve a /cheater/.

And she’s not really the knight in shining armour kinda gal.

                            329
                        
She’d rather avoid the position of being a hero, or any situation that may lead her to it. So it is a surprise, that she decided to run full-force into whatever /doom/ was in store for her.

She blames it on Sara. And her tendency to have Minha care about her, for some reason.

                            330
                        
Her fist shakes as she knocks at the door. She tries to hunch into herself as she looks over her shoulder, hiding her face as she watches... the climax of whatever drama she’s in playing out in the car down the street.

They're still kissing.

Minha's hands won't stop shaking.

                            331
                        
When Sara opens the door, her heart leaps out of her chest, having forgotten she’d even knocked. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you—”

“Hi!” Minha blurts, interrupting, blowing in pink.

Because the older girl looks (way too) fricken gorgeous.

                            332
                        
She’s only in her PJs, her hair a little messy and bangs falling over her long lashes as she blinks. And if Minha stares at her for a second longer, she won’t be able to stop.

She just needs to get inside. /Right now/,

A small smile crawls onto the taller girl’s face.

                            333
                        
“Hi,” Sara says, sweetly, and steps aside. “Come in?” And Minha all but rushes past, missing the way Sara bites her lip in excitement.

The door shuts.

Minha slips her shoes off in haste.

                            334
                        
She doesn’t comprehend her surroundings, her heart still beating fervently in her chest, even though she’s finally in the house. She spins around, mouth opening to speak, but Sara beats her to it.

“Want me to take your jacket?”

She snaps her lips shut.

                            335
                        
Right, she’s here to stay a while.

Although, that may change after Sara hears what she has to say.

Still, she nods, and Sara kindly helps her pull her jacket off, fingers brushing over her arms (shoot, oh gosh-), and hangs it up on the hook near the front door.

                            336
                        
Minha bites her lip, fists shaking. Sara's standing at the front door, completely oblivious to what's going on right outside her house.

She can’t take this anymore.

The moment Sara turns back around, Minha lunges forward to grab her hand.

“I have to tell you something!”

                            337
                        
Sara blinks.

Her eyes flicker down to where Minha holds her hand, tight.

She tilts her head, because the poor girl seems a little /desperate/. Sara could not guess, for the life of her, what Minha could have on her mind, not even if she tried her hardest to read her gaze.

                            338
                        
But that could also be because there’s a flush creeping up her neck, and she can’t stop looking down at their hands, and maybe her lips too.

“Okay,” She says, and squeezes Minha’s hand.

The shorter girl widens her eyes as she’s suddenly dragged towards a couch to be seated.

                            339
                        
“This seems important, so,” Sara sits down beside her, one leg up on the couch. She nods, smiling kindly.

“Go ahead.”

But Minha.

Minha’s throat suddenly gets lodged.

                            340
                        
She tucks her hands between her legs, her frilled navy skirt shifting over her thighs as she knocks her knees together.

She feels a little stupid now, wearing what she felt was her prettiest skirt. Because her entire body won't stop shivering.

                            341
                        
And she’s not sure if it’s because Sara is giving her her full /undivided/ attention, or because of the words she just has to say next.

“Uh,” She gulps, “I don’t know how to say this. I’m—” She shakes her head.

Fuck, why is this so hard?

                            342
                        
She grows a little frustrated, huffing out.

It doesn’t help that for some reason, there’s a small smirk on Sara’s lips.

                            343
                        
A pretty curl to the gorgeous plumpness, slick with the same lipgloss that Sara tends to wear often- the one Minha can see placed upright on the coffee table in front of them and-

She almost forgot what she came to say.

/Stop. This is important/.

                            344
                        
Minha straightens herself, and Sara mirrors the action. Just as she’s about to say something, though, someone enters through the front door.

Minha whips her head around.

And.

/Oh, fuck/.

There’s no way.

                            345
                        
It’s the man. The man she’d seen in the car with /Jungkook/, stalking right into the house without even having the decency to take his shoes off or even his jacket. Almost as if he /owned/ the place—

Shit. Minha’s lungs wheeze a breath.

Maybe he does.

                            346
                        
She’s so distracted that she doesn’t even notice the slight grimace growing on Sara’s face the longer she stares.

The taller girl’s shoulders droop, just the slightest, “Minha?” She tries, patient despite herself. “You had to say something?”

                            347
                        
Her tone snaps Minha out of it, and she whirls back around.

“I—Yeah,” Her voice becomes fragile when the tall man walks by them, not a single word said as he staggers up the stairs. And Sara doesn’t say a word to him either.

                            348
                        
Their aura seems a little too familiar, and Minha is starting to sweat.

She’s starting to see it now, the vague similarities in their features.

“Is- Is that your brother?”

Sara scoffs, and Minha flinches a little.

                            349
                        
“Yeah,” She says, sounding vaguely irritated. “That’s my brother.”

/She’s straight/. That’s the only thing going through Sara’s mind at the moment, a hand cupping her chin. /Straighter than a broomstick/.

But she’s wrong.

                            350
                        
Because Minha is actually sitting there, with hands beginning to hurt from how harshly she’s pressing her thighs together, feeling like she’s /drowning/ in this newfound responsibility that she’s somehow come across.

Was this the gods punishing her?

                            351
                        
She looks back at Sara, pursing her lips. Somehow, the words have died on her tongue again. As well as everything else, because there’s a sudden bitter taste.

“Oh.” She says.

“He’s off limits, you know? He’s dating someone.” Sara mumbles.

                            352
                        
Her eyes cast away from Minha as she begins plucking at a loose string in her PJs. They’re the matching ones she has with Jungkook, she thinks about him and Taehyung.

And Minha feels bile rise in her throat, eyes clouding up a little. This punishment was becoming a little cruel.

                            353
                        
“Oh.”

“Yeah, so you can’t date him or anything. Don’t even think about—”

Her eyes widen. She sputters, hands flying up at the misunderstanding (or many).

“W-What? I’m- I’m not trying to—” Minha’s tongue twitches when Sara squints at her, and it’s different from her usual gaze.

                            354
                        
She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. But—

“I’m gay!”

Minha blinks, stupidly, hands still in the air.

Sara’s head lifts from her chin, jaw going slack.

                            355
                        
And, slowly, very slowly, the taller girl straightens.

Something akin to a subtle /gleam/ begins to glow on her features when she speaks next.

“Oh?”

Minha’s entire face explodes in red.

                            356
                        
She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and hopes to everything that the ground will just swallow her whole.

But then, Sara is shifting closer on the couch, causing her eyes to snap back open.

                            357
                        
And she’s got the /prettiest/ fricken smile on her lips, eyes flashing in a sort of /tease/- Minha betrays herself by flickering her gaze downwards, twice.

“Me too.”

Minha, at first, doesn’t register the words.

                            358
                        
That is, until she does. And. She's confused. “What?”

“I’m gay,” Sara says again, pointedly.

“You’re,” Minha furrows her brows. “No, you’re not?”

“What?”

                            359
                        
Minha widens her eyes when Sara squints again, “I mean! I thought you and Jungkook—”

“Me and /Jungkook/!?” The girl shrieks, flinching back at the words, and Minha’s breath gets caught in her throat.

Sara looks down, a baffled expression on her face.

                            360
                        
Minha watches as her face morphs into what seems like over a hundred feelings all at once, before her eyebrows unknit from each other, and her shoulders relax from all their tension.

                            361
                        
Minha can see the faintness of /disbelief/ on her features, tied with tiredness, before she dips her head back in a deep sigh.

“Oh my god.”

Sara looks back down, a small, fond chuckle on her lips, as she examines /poor/ poor Minha’s confused, oblivious face.

                            362
                        
“Jungkook and I aren’t dating. We are /both/, very much gay.”

Minha.

Finally.

Takes a deep, everlasting breath, and loosens her thighs.

                            363
                        
“Oh.”

That. Makes a lot more sense.

So the /truth/ is, Minha is a lot more stupid than she thought.

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🦋 3.55

Sara and Minha have a good, long talk after that.

Minha explained, while fiddling her thumbs and biting her lip, that she believed she and Jungkook were dating because /everyone else/ believes it.

And Sara. Well.

                            365
                        
She had to hold back from hopping onto Twitter right then and there, and spewing insults terrible enough to get half the school to hate her—getting herself banned for at least a week, then maybe just blaming it on getting shitface drunk.

                            366
                        
Because /curse/ the entire fucking school for holding back what /could have been/ between her and the beautiful girl sitting right in front of her.

                            367
                        
Eventually, Sara places that anger in a safe and secure place at the back of her mind, and decides to focus purely on the fluttering realization that Choi Minha was /indeed/ fucking /gay/.

And pink and pretty right in front of her. In a gorgeous skirt.

                            368
                        
“You know,” Sara says, shifting close. Minha’s lips purse when their knees brush against each other, and she unconsciously puts a little more pressure where they touch.

“Mm?” She hums, breathing in shakily when Sara licks at her bottom lip.

                            369
                        
“You’ve been making it /very/ difficult for me to flirt with you, Minha.”

Frick.

Minha gulps, fingertips burning when Sara’s hands find them.

                            370
                        
They play around with them for a moment, the girl gazing at her through beautiful, hooded lashes as a heavy strand of her hair falls over her shoulder.

“Oh,” Minha rasps.

                            371
                        
She shifts closer, because it becomes almost unbearable not to. What with Sara’s attention being /shamelessly/ on the sore bottom lip that she nibbles at.

                            372
                        
Sara’s hand flies up, presses a pretty finger at the redness, causing Minha’s eyes to flutter a little at the warmth. She parts her lips at the wet slide when the pad of Sara's thumb brushes over it.

                            373
                        
Sara’s mouth parts at the same time, and she shifts until their breaths are close to mingling.

Minha almost squirms when the taller girl slides a hand over her knees, fingers curling around the one further from her, only to pull at them so Minha’s entire body is facing her.

                            374
                        
Sara grins wider, tugging at the plump bottom lip with a nail before popping it back. Her fingers tilt Minha’s chin higher, and the action causes their lips to brush, slightly, and her eyes to meet Sara’s once again.

“Would you let me try again?”

                            375
                        
Minha’s stomach blossoms with /ecstasy/. Oh, how badly she’s wanted this.

How incredibly terrible it’s been, the unrequited feelings that she had been pushing away inevitably.

/Yes/.

Minha would let Sara flirt with her over and over.

                            376
                        
She’d get on her knees to hear the teasing hilt to her tone that gets her blushing as much as it gets her going.

But Minha was never a talker.

Instead, her hand finds Sara’s nape, cupping it beneath the thickness of her hair.

                            377
                        
She tilts her head, her own hair feathering over her eyes, but doesn’t lean in. Can’t, because Sara’s got a gentle grip on her knee that’s keeping her frozen in place.

But, she nods.

Thankfully.

Because that’s what causes Sara to capture her lips.

                            378
                        
At first, they kiss pleasantly. Minha may have imagined this scenario in her head a fragment of a million times, but the reality of it has her losing all composure.

Because Sara's lips are sticky and sweet.

Because Sara won't stop pulling her closer.

                            379
                        
Dragging her gently by the neck or the waist so she doesn't have even a second to part the kiss—as if Minha is even planning to.

She loves the scent of Sara’s hair, a subtle hint of aloe vera.

                            380
                        
Leans close and breathes in happily, while the taller girl smiles against her lips, as if she can read her mind.

Minha’s hands fly everywhere they can, in those few moments. Flying to all pieces of fabric, dragging up and down her sides.

                            381
                        
But they eventually settle to curl around Sara’s neck. It seems to be the only place that coerces the taller girl to continue, to do /more/, and she gasps when Sara grabs at her bare leg to hitch it up, hooking it over her own.

And they're so close now.

                            382
                        
Chests almost pressing together.

“Hey,” Sara whispers, a small giggle to her lips as Minha on the couch to get a better angle—captures their lips again and delves in deeper.

Kisses her deeper.

Whines softly, when Sara sucks at her bottom lip.

                            383
                        
But then, Sara gently places her back down on the couch, a tight grip on her thigh under the skirt, and it works to keep her still. Of course it does. Sara is /holding/ her thigh.

Minha huffs out, bottom lip jutting when the older girl breathes out against her lips.

                            384
                        
“Listen,” Sara says, eyes fluttering as she looks into Minha’s eyes. The younger could squeal at the heat in her gaze, but she maintains a little decorum.

She’s finally got what she wanted all along. She can be patient.

To an /extent/.

                            385
                        
“I really like you,” Sara says, tucking a stray hair behind Minha’s ear. She tries not to lean into the warmth of her hand. “And there is so much I want to do, but I want us to take this slow, okay?”

Something erupts in Minha’s stomach, and she bites down at her lip.

                            386
                        
Her fingers curl tighter around Sara’s neck. “Okay,” She whispers, “I do too.”

Sara smiles, fond.

Her hand comes up to cup Minha’s jaw. “Okay. So, let’s watch some movies for now. I want to do this properly. Without any distractions, or people in the way.”

Minha nods. “Okay.”

                            387
                        
Sara’s fingers drag down the front of her neck before she retreats, and Minha almost forgets the entire conversation. But she wills herself to relax, taking a few deep breaths as they settle against the couch again.

Sara, however, is fighting the same battle in her head.

                            388
                        
With the sight of a gorgeous Minha sitting on her couch, with slicked lips the same shade of red as her own, strands of hair sticking in different directions and eyelashes fluttering in a pretty daze—

                            389
                        
She finds it difficult to not push her down on the leather, roughly, and cover her neck in pretty marks, and do maybe a little bit more.

But Minha is someone she wants to appreciate every second with.

Take time with.

                            390
                        
Still, she allows her hand to come up, and languidly rub the corner of the younger’s lips where the red lip gloss smears, because a little rebellion is just /fun/. (Though, she might have gained this trait from a certain football player).

                            391
                        
Especially when Minha’s pretty eyes begin to look at her that way.

“Sorry, got some gloss on you.” Sara blinks, innocently, a tiny curve on her lips.

And Minha nods, a tight smile on her lips.

                            392
                        
But when Sara sits back and grabs the remote to turn on the TV, her hands fit between her thighs, for a completely different reason this time.

The same reason she spreads them, when Sara's hand comes to fall between them as well.

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“Jungkook, it’s not that hard.”

“Sara, eat your damn soup.”

She pokes her best friend’s ribs, eliciting a sharp glare in her direction. But she only glares back in retaliation, body completely turned to face the boy so that her pestering is maximally effective.

                            406
                        
Jungkook lets out a groan. Because she is indeed succeeding, in being a complete pain, that is.

The sound gets drowned out by the loud conversations of students at their table in the food lounge. But Sara hears it, and she rolls her eyes.

“I /know/,” Jungkook whines.

                            407
                        
“I will, I just want it to be perfect—”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect!” Sara crosses her arms.

“Come on,” She lifts a finger, pokes again, “You know you’ll have to sometime. Just do it.”

                            408
                        
Jungkook tongues at his cheek, eyes shutting in irritation as Sara continues to prod at him. It is small moments like this, that have Jungkook reconsidering his choice in friendship.

Because holy fuck.

                            409
                        
Why on earth did he decide to pick up /this/ annoying specimen out of any, and call it his /best friend/. An idiot, he must have been.

“You don’t have to throw flowers over the floor, or recite a poem or do anything lame like that, you just have to /say it/—”

                            410
                        
Jungkook snaps his head to Sara, eyebrows knitted in frustration and hand gripping his tiny soup spoon tightly.

                            411
                        
It’s a little silly, the way he looks. Because he’s got his pink thermos of soup (that Taehyung had packed for him and Sara) opened and steaming, and his fist wrapped entirely around the handle of the mini spoon it comes with.

                            412
                        
So Sara doesn’t take him seriously when he glares at her in an attempted threat.

That is, until he places the spoon down, and his glare melts into a sarcastic grin.

“You want me to just /say it/?”

Sara nods, lips pressed together. “Yep.”

                            413
                        
And maybe she should fear it, a little, when she sees Jungkook’s eyes flash with the same flare of challenge whenever she sets him up in a risky dare.

Perhaps that is exactly what she did, without even realizing.

“Bet.”

                            414
                        
Sara’s eyes widen as Jungkook lifts from his seat.

Her eyes follow his movements when he steps onto the bench, and a fluster creeps up her neck the moment she realizes /exactly/ what is about to happen.

“Wait-”

                            415
                        
Her hands fly to Jungkook’s pants in haste, but he shrugs her off immediately. A chunky black boot steps onto the table beside his thermos, and it harshly rattles, catching the attention of the girls at their table, and a couple of onlookers who were just passing by.

                            416
                        
And then, before she can haul his ass back down and save herself from the impending disaster that was about to occur, Jungkook cups his face, and-

“I have a boyfriend!”

Everyone.

Literally everyone, goes completely silent.

                            417
                        
The chittering of voices. The shuffling of students. The rattling of the cafeteria.

Everyone halts wherever they are, and turns their heads to Jungkook.

Sara lets out a quiet, strangled, heavily embarrassed noise, from the back of her throat.

                            418
                        
But, of course, he doesn’t stop there.

“I have a boyfriend,” He says again, a little quieter this time. But everyone’s attention is unfaltering from him, attentive as he speaks with a puffed chest and tight fists, “And he’s fucking hot.”

Sara’s voice comes out weak, “Jungkook-”

                            419
                        
“He’s a /firefighter/.”

A couple of people flinch.

She heaves, stifling a hysterical laugh in her palms.

Now, this might not have been what she had in mind when she asked Jungkook to /just say it/.

But, she’s not complaining. Not entirely.

                            420
                        
Because, /god/, what a sight this is.

Her eyes tread across the room, biting down to prevent herself from bursting like a fucking balloon.

                            421
                        
Everyone's face looks baffled. Bamboozled, even. Some students look almost bewildered, and half of them have got /horrified/ looks in their eyes.

And some have even forgotten about the food in their mouths, unable to chew as their jaws go slack.

                            422
                        
Her face begins to burn a dark red, biting down harder in an attempt to console herself.

But Jungkook just looks so /determined/ and /shameless/ in this sudden tantrum, that it has her questioning if her humour is sadistic, in a way.

                            423
                        
And then, Jungkook points to Sara. “And he is /her/ brother.”

She freezes when about a hundred /mortified/ gazes drop down to her all at once. Doesn’t move an inch, when a couple more mouths fall open.

“Yeah. I am /not/ dating Sara,”

                            424
                        
He scoffs, a little rudely in Sara’s humble opinion, and they look back up at him, “I’d rather eat globs of trash—”

She snaps her head up, “Hey! That’s-”

“—Because I love her /brother/.”

And, her mouth closes, fighting back the beam of a smile threatening to show.

                            425
                        
It’s then, that Sara begins to notice people’s subtle movements, a couple of students turning to each other in realization, and some beginning to chew and gulp their food with wide eyes. Even the girls at their table start to whisper to each other again.

                            426
                        
The pattering grows, and Jungkook grins, chin held high.

“Thank you,” He says, pointedly. Before stepping back down from the table swiftly.

Steps down with /too/ much ease, for someone who just made a ground-breaking announcement in the sole gossip zone of their university.

                            427
                        
“Oh my god—” Sara coughs in breathy laughter, eyes beginning to brim with tears. Jungkook gingerly seats himself beside her.

“Taehyung,” She wheezes, “Taehyung is going to /lose/ it when he hears about this.”

                            428
                        
Jungkook just shrugs, popping a cherry tomato from his snack box into his mouth. There’s a small curl to his lips. Smug, and proud.

Perhaps this is how Taehyung felt every time Jungkook whined about a hickey being too prominent on his skin.

He likes it.

                            429
                        
Giddily sips at his soup, stomach filling up with warmth for more reasons than one.

“Sara,” Sara looks across the table when a girl whispers to her.

                            430
                        
The girl, seemingly a little younger than her, is someone she only knows to be friends with one of the girls on her cheer team. She has her hands splayed out on the table as she leans in close, eyes glinting.

                            431
                        
“Is your brother actually a /firefighter/?” She asks under her breath, and a little in awe. Sara frowns.

She leans even closer. “How old—” The slam of a table has her flinching, everyone else at the table startling.

                            432
                        
Everyone but Sara. She holds back a grin.

Jungkook’s hand is flat on the table, and he ignores the slight sting to it as he cooly faces the girl. There’s a smile on his lips that looks /lethal/, even if he’s cradling the tiny pink spoon in his hand.

“/My/ firefighter.” He says.

                            433
                        
It’s firm, and rough, but his sickly sweet smile doesn’t falter.

The girl blinks. After a second or two, she slowly leans back and retreats her splayed hands, head ducking to face her food. The rest of the table follows suit, some of them hiding their laughter, and others, not.

                            434
                        
Sara is so close to /exploding/.

However, a very faint satisfied feeling blooms in her heart, as she watches Jungkook continue eating his (Taehyung’s) meal, with a stupid grin on his face. This one, sincere, and disgustingly affectionate.

                            435
                        
She shakes her head, smiling.

An idiot for an idiot.

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🦋 4.26

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🦋 4.27

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🦋 4.28

439

└─── a small while later.

🦋 4.29

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🦋 4.31

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🦋 4.32

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🦋 4.33

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🦋 4.34

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🦋 4.35

                            447
                        
🦋 4.36

Sara skips up to the fence in front of the bleachers where a certain pretty girl stands, awaiting.

She smiles at Minha, who leans down to her from the slight height of being up on the steps.

“Sara,” She breathes, excited.

                            448
                        
She's exasperated, and in so much /awe/, it makes the older girl’s insides swoop.

For some reason, standing here in front of Minha, with everyone watching the two of them in anticipation, feels just as exhilarating as performing her cheer for the competition.

                            449
                        
Mainly because the younger girl just looks so /adorable/. Cheeks tinted in a faint pink, eyes sparkling as bangs falling out from the messy high ponytail tied up with a pretty white and black bow (Sara’s team colours).

                            450
                        
Practically engulfed in a large white hoodie as she gleams with a gorgeous smile.

Minha’s hair dances in the wind while she speaks, and Sara /tries/ to hold herself back, “You were amazing—”

But then she realizes, why should she?

                            451
                        
Sara cups the girl’s jaw, and pulls her down into a searing kiss.

Minha startles. For just a moment, before melting right into it, a hand snaking around her neck.

                            452
                        
They ignore the sudden gasps and mutters around them. Just basking in the feel of having each other out in the open. Finally.

Jungkook, who was sitting right beside Minha and screaming the poor girl’s ear off the entire show, only smiles at the sight of them.

                            453
                        
Even if he is being ignored, he's glad to see that Sara has found her new favourite person.

Only because she'll finally shut up about being single and lonely.

That’s the only reason, of course.

He sighs with a fond smile, cupping his chin.

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🦋 4.50

                            462
                        
─ // light nsfw later on

🦋 4.51

Yes, it may be that Jungkook was the one to invite Taehyung to his house.

However, he can’t help but feel a little… well, nervous.

It’s just that, Taehyung is /rich/, okay?

                            463
                        
And Jungkook’s got the tiniest one-bedroom apartment, and it’s not exactly the prettiest thing.

But he’s sure Taehyung will love it. Right? Or, at least pretend that he does.

Still, Jungkook does his very best to doll up the entire place.

                            464
                        
He cleans up the extra trash, brooms and vacuums the whole place, fluffs the pillows on the couch, and straightens out his curtains. Heck, he even lit up a few of the scented candles from his bedroom to place in the kitchen before he started cleaning.

                            465
                        
Jungkook smiles as he looks down at the candles on the dining table, the subtle scent of vanilla and berries filling his nose. It reminds him of Taehyung’s house. Sara's a sucker for candles, has them in every room.

                            466
                        
He takes a step back and whips his head around, a hand on his hip as he examines the area, huffing out in exhaustion.

He’s done a good job. The place at least looks a /little/ more sleek and appealing than it did three hours ago.

                            467
                        
He doesn’t have the prettiest furniture, and there isn’t much plastered on his plain beige walls, but at least it’s clean.

Jungkook widens his eyes in realization, and he looks down at himself. His shirt is covered in dust, and other stains he can’t recall the origins of.

                            468
                        
His grey shorts, blotched and crinkled, in the same condition.

The boy frantically pulls out his phone from his back pocket to check the time.

He lets out a sigh. He still has 30 minutes. He can quickly finish setting up the present for Taehyung, and then take a brisk shower.

                            469
                        
Although, Jungkook sniffs himself once with a grimace, he thinks he might need more than that. He sweat a lot the past couple of hours, cleaning is exhausting. Who actually /decides/ to do this all the time? His clean-freak best friend, it seems.

                            470
                        
His eyes catch the notification at the top of the lock screen. A giddy warmth blooms in his chest at the name, and he taps it almost immediately.

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🦋 4.60

                            472
                        
🦋 4.61

When Taehyung first walks in, a delighted smile creeps onto his face.

He shuts the front door behind himself and leans down quickly to remove his shoes.

                            473
                        
He’s ecstatic to finally see his beautiful boy’s home, unable to contain himself as he frantically walks over to the living room.

His heart melts a little when he first notices the broom and tray stuffed in the corner of the room, almost as if forgotten there.

                            474
                        
Jungkook’s not the cleanest person. Tends to unconsciously leave his clothes and items scattered around everywhere, even at Taehyung’s house. Though to be fair, it’s easy to forget about them when Taehyung just hands him his clothes to wear instead—which he does, happily.

                            475
                        
But, this time, it’s clear he did his best to clean up. For Taehyung. Probably with a pout on his pretty lips, huffing out here and there, and the man is so fond.

Especially fond, when his eyes catch the cluster of Spiderman magazines tucked under the coffee table.

                            476
                        
And /Taehyung’s/ the dweeb. He chuckles to himself.

After a good moment of appreciating the living room, he moves a little more into the apartment and reaches the kitchen. His smile grows wider at the faint sound of water running echoing through the hallway to his left.

                            477
                        
But then, his smile drops. Eyes blowing wide when he inhales, and a /harsh/ scent starts to invade his lungs.

Taehyung, being the experienced firefighter that he is, recognizes that it’s the smell of /soot/, and it’s been coating the air for quite a while. Hours, even.

                            478
                        
He snaps his eyes towards the kitchen, rushing over to the dining table where he sees an array of candles. Some of them are close to reaching the hilt, droplets of wax falling onto the table.

Taehyung blows them out, hastily lifting them and tossing them into the sink.

                            479
                        
He’s quick to rush to the other side of the room, throwing open the largest window he can find, and a couple more.

He sighs sharply, places his hands on a window frame, leaning against it with his head dipped.

                            480
                        
Taehyung feels a little irritation rising, eyebrows twitching where they furrow.

How-

How on earth could Jungkook be so /careless/?

The faint sound of the water running stops abruptly, and he whips his head around, turning to the hallway.

                            481
                        
🦋4.70

Jungkook wrings out his hair with a towel.

He’d slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie (Taehyung’s), and now shuffles out of the bathroom with his head ducked.

He’s got a satisfied smile on his lips.

                            482
                        
If there’s anything he enjoys being clean, it’s himself—loves to take his time in the shower to use all of his body scrubs and favourite shampoo and conditioner. Loves that Taehyung enjoys tucking himself into his hair to smell the faint coconut.

“There you are,”

                            483
                        
Speaking of his sweetheart, Jungkook grins. He lifts his head as he drops the towel, “Hi, hyung—”

“Jungkook.” The boy’s smile drops when he hears the note in his voice.

Because Taehyung. Taehyung looks, and sounds, to be /upset/.

                            484
                        
His arms are folded over one another as he leans against the wall in front of the bedroom door. Jungkook presses his lips together at the sight of his clenched jaw, a single eyebrow lifted under the strands of his dark hair.

“That was very irresponsible of you.”

                            485
                        
The boy breathes. Taehyung’s voice is thick with authority, deep and husky. It’s clear he’s trying to get something through to Jungkook with that tone.

Suddenly, the droplets trickling down the back of his neck feel a lot colder than usual. He grips the towel tighter.

                            486
                        
“I,” He gulps, “What did—”

“Do you /know/ how long those candles were burning for?”

He gapes, jaw going slack. Taehyung tilts his head, and his arms bulge a little when he tightens them.

“You have such a gorgeous place, Kook, do you /want/ it to be covered in soot?”

                            487
                        
Jungkook’s tongue feels heavy. He thinks, his place is gorgeous.

But, Taehyung won’t stop looking at him with those dark eyes. And he doesn’t know what to do, about the subtle heat beginning to coarse at the pit of his stomach, the more Taehyung speaks in that rumble.

“S-Soot?”

                            488
                        
“Yes. Soot. Or even worse, do you want it to /burn down/?”

Jungkook pauses, but Taehyung lifts his eyebrow again, and the boy shakes his head frantically. “No, I—”

“Then?” He snaps his lip shut, presses his legs together.

                            489
                        
“God, Jungkook,” Taehyung groans, “How could you forget something that /important/? You were in the shower, you wouldn’t have even known they were burning. I can’t believe—”

Jungkook’s feet move on their own as Taehyung continues his rant.

                            490
                        
“Don’t you know what that much carbon could do to your lungs? Forget that, what if the fire caught onto something? You could have lost so much, Jungkook, what if I weren’t coming over? It’s just so—Wait, what are you-”

Jungkook’s knees hit the carpet, right in front of Taehyung.

                            491
                        
And his rambling halts.

The man’s eyes widen, frozen in place.

Doesn’t move, arms bulging further, as Jungkook’s fingers come up to grip his fly. The boy blinks up at him with fluttered lashes, slowly pulls the zipper down, and bites down at his lip.

                            492
                        
Listen. He’s really turned on, okay?

Taehyung hardly ever scolds him with this tone. It’s usually just through soft words and fond chuckles, but he supposes it’s never been as serious as this.

Still, the irritation turns him on. The caring turns him on.

                            493
                        
His boyfriend turns him on. So much.

He’s especially glad that Taehyung seems to like his apartment, seeing as he’d grieve if it were to burn down. Or get covered in /soot/, of all things.

God, what a sweetheart.

                            494
                        
Jungkook’s lips part languidly, leaning close enough that his warm breath spills over Taehyung’s boxers from the unzipped fly.

This causes the man to breathe out slowly, heavily, and one of his arms unravels to bring a hand down to Jungkook’s head.

                            495
                        
He begins to cradle the wet strands gently, and a smile curls onto the boy’s lips.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung drawls, but his voice has gone hoarse, and his hands are encouraging as they grip the boy’s hair. Jungkook’s hands curl around the back of his knees.

                            496
                        
“Did you listen to a word I said?” He speaks softly. The fingers get stuck on a few strands, and the heat in Jungkook’s stomach slowly grows at each subtle tug.

“Mhm,” He nods, smiling innocently, “I did, hyung.”

                            497
                        
Taehyung can’t help the huff of a laugh that leaves his lips, fond. Jungkook’s already fishing for any sort of praise. On his knees, all pretty for him.

                            498
                        
Taehyung gives it to him, of course, in the form of brushing the hand in his hair downwards to cup at the boy’s jaw—lifting it, and pulling him closer to his crotch.

Jungkook’s jaw goes slack, cheeks beginning to tint a beautiful pink as he rolls his tongue out of his mouth.

                            499
                        
Taehyung hums, a deep grumble, when Jungkook’s tongue presses flat against his clothed crotch. He opens it wider, lashes fluttering as he begins to mouth over the boxers, dampening the cloth.

                            500
                        
Smiles, when Taehyung’s fingers reach up to tug at the back of his head, and only grip to press him harder.

“Shit,” He breathes, and Jungkook’s thighs squeeze together. Tight.

                            501
                        
Because Taehyung’s voice sounds so deep, baritone as it grumbles in his ear, and it’s making his insides stir. His cock is steadily growing against his mouth, starting to fit around his lips easier so he can mouth more enthusiastically.

                            502
                        
And he does, tongue wetting the boxers as he drags it over the length, and stops right at the tip to wrap his lips around it.

Taehyung groans, pulling the boy back by the hair.

Jungkook blinks up at him, licking at his slicked lips.

“Go on, then.”

                            503
                        
He smiles, insatiably.

His hands drag up to hook onto the hem of his boxers that peak up from his pants, and pull downwards.

                            504
                        
🦋 4.93

Jungkook returns from the bathroom after rinsing his mouth and washing his hands.

He grins when he sees Taehyung leaning back on the bed, eyeing the few posters on his wall.

                            505
                        
He skips over to him, and Taehyung turns his head, face melting into the softest smile when Jungkook leans in for a kiss.

“Don’t do that again, okay?” He mumbles against his lips.

“What? Suck you off?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, and Jungkook giggles.

“I’m serious—”

                            506
                        
“I’m kidding. I won’t, hyung. I’ll be careful next time, m’sorry.” He presses a few more kisses on the man’s lips, preening at the feel of fingers brushing his cheekbone.

Taehyung smiles, “Okay, good.” He leans back, poking Jungkook’s nose, and he scrunches it.

                            507
                        
“So, was /that/ the present you had for me?”

Jungkook blanches, swatting at Taehyung’s chest. “No! That was /not/ the present.” He pouts, arms crossing, but can’t keep up his demeanour when low chuckles fill his ears.

“Then? May I see it?”

                            508
                        
Jungkook bites at his smile when Taehyung’s anticipation seeps through, his eyes widened a little, mouth curled into an excited smile.

He giggles, finds Taehyung’s hand.

“Come.”

                            509
                        
The man follows him to a separate room, and it looks like what should be the laundry room, but Jungkook’s hand flies to the handle like he’s too excited for it to just be clothes and appliances behind the door.

He turns around, hand halted at the knob. “You ready?”

                            510
                        
Taehyung smiles, wide and boxy. “Ready.”

Jungkook’s bunny teeth poke out when he bites his lip, and gently opens the door, eyes still on him.

And.

Taehyung sees.

Taehyung sees, well, nothing.

                            511
                        
He grows a little confused, because it’s a /room/.

A room with a fluffy rug in the center, and a bright blue beanbag chair in the corner. And a couple of other little items that are too unidentical for Taehyung to piece anything together.

                            512
                        
He starts to panic when Jungkook’s eyes flicker over his face for a reaction.

Maybe it’s the rug? But Jungkook wouldn’t be this excited to share a rug. Is Taehyung missing something?

“Uh-” He sputters when Jungkook squints his eyes at him.

                            513
                        
The boy turns his head to the room, and a gasp leaves his lips.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s hand to rush into the room in a bit of a panic.

He falls to his hands and knees, looking around. “Where did it, fuck-”

                            514
                        
Taehyung’s mouth presses into a thin line in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay. Because Jungkook looks so frantic, searching here and there for, /whatever/ it is, in the little room.

He probably forgot where he put it, Taehyung thinks. Would be Jungkook thing to do.

                            515
                        
But he holds back from saying anything or moving a single inch, lest the boy burst down in tears at his ruined surprise.

Jungkook looks behind the door, under a few things, then finally, checks behind the bean bag—and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

                            516
                        
Taehyung steps forward in anticipation. The boy moves the beanbag over with a smile, and reaches both his arms out behind it. He can’t see what it is that Jungkook’s grabbing, and his curiosity is at its peak at this point.

“Jungkook, what—”

                            517
                        
Jungkook straightens, and Taehyung’s jaw, promptly, drops.

Because Jungkook’s got something small, orange, and fluffy, curled in his arms.

The Valentine’s Day present, is a fucking kitten.

A goddamn kitten.

Taehyung tries not to faint when Jungkook brings it closer to him.

                            518
                        
The boy, growing a little worried at the sight of the man’s blank expression, sputters, “Uh- Sara told me, you’ve been wanting to adopt an animal. So, I- um. I wanted to get one for you.”

Taehyung’s hands shake when Jungkook gently hands him the kitten.

                            519
                        
The little thing blinks when he places it on his arms, shifting around to settle nicely in the crook of his elbow.

And he’s afraid he might just melt into the ground.

“I adopted her from the shelter.” Jungkook says, a soft smile on his lips.

                            520
                        
“I named her Hwa, um- after that sloth you saved. At the animal rehab center? But, it’s okay, we can change it—”

Taehyung heaves out a breath, gaze snapping up to Jungkook. His eyes are starting to burn a little. “You named her after the sloth I saved?”

                            521
                        
Jungkook fiddles with his fingers nervously, and his doe eyes look all over Taehyung’s face, before dropping down. The tips of his ears have grown red. Taehyung wants to eat him.

                            522
                        
“Y-Yeah. Thought it was cute, and kinda ironic-” He scoffs, but it’s weak, “Cos’ y’know, her name means /fire/, and everything. But, y’know you’re good with fire. So,”

Jungkook’s rambling quiets down to a mumble, and Taehyung looks back down at the kitten.

                            523
                        
Her eyes have shut, and she breathes gently in his arms.

She’s so pretty. Covered in the brightest orange and white fur, tips of her ears sticking up with fluff.

“It’s perfect,” Taehyung gushes, a steady smile forming, “Hwa is perfect.”

Jungkook blinks.

                            524
                        
And a shy grin spreads across his face. “Yeah, she’s the cutest.”

The man looks back up and grabs Jungkook’s shirt with his free hand, pulling the boy close.

                            525
                        
Jungkook follows, a little startled when Taehyung kisses him, but then sighs breathlessly against his lips when he curls an arm around his waist.

The kitten stirs a little in Taehyung’s hold, and they part for a moment to look down at her.

                            526
                        
She yawns, stretching her arms out before her little head lifts to see them.

Her meow is tiny, and soft, and so fitting for her.

And Taehyung is in so much love.

With more than just the kitten, of course.

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534

— let’s pretend the cat in the previous pictures is much smaller and oranger 🫶🏼

🦋 5.23

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🦋 5.24

                            536
                        
└─── end.

                            537
                        
[A/N]

omg!! i can’t believe it’s over 🤧 i’m so happy i got the chance to write this au, and i’m soooo overwhelmed by the amount of love and appreciation that it got! thank you so much for reading and interacting with this silly thing, truly 🤍

                            538
                        
for everyone who was ecstatic to see the portrayal of lesbians in this au, pls know i was more than happy to provide <3 i hope that we can get more and more wlw representation in future aus! :)

~thank you again for reading 🦋

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