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“Guess what?!” Hector shouts as soon as he storms inside the living room. Ryu decides to turn, eyeing him up and down before rolling his eyes. 

“What?” 

“We got personally invited to the ugly sweater-themed party!” Hector jumps on the couch, landing in between Jeongguk, Jori, and Ryu who are currently enjoying the Breakfast Club playing at full volume. 

The sweater-themed party Hector is referring to is hosted by Jeongguk’s soccer team, but Jeongguk prefers spending his Friday nights watching the Breakfast Club with his roommates in comfortable sweats.

Besides, he’s not missing out on a lot, just tons of beer pong and loud music. It’s never really been his thing to begin with, which is why he’s not having a severe case of FOMO but rather having as much fun as his teammates. 

It’s not a surprise that Hector comes bursting in to force them out to the party; since the very first semester Hector had his eyes locked onto Kim Namjoon, goalkeeper of the Red Devils. Parties and alcohol is the exact mix he needs in his system to gain a ton of courage to be honest with himself and eventually tell Namjoon that he likes him. 

“Hector, drop your fancy pants and put on some sweats. We’re staying in,” Jori informs before bringing a handful of popcorn towards his mouth and munching loudly. 

“No. No. You are all going with me.” He tries to pull Jeongguk and Jori by the arm, causing Jori to whine in protest, determined to stay the fuck in. 

“Jeongguk. Come on, please? You owe me.” 

Fuck. 

Jeongguk knew he’d use it against him one day. Hector had one hell of a good memory. He remembers every minor inconvenience his roommates have experienced, even when drunk. Jeongguk truly believes that if there ever was a job for people with a good memory, Hector would be the CEO. 

So maybe Jeongguk did owe him, once. The reasons being he saved Jeongguk’s ass from an awful date with someone from campus. It’s not that he wasn’t cute, he just constantly kept talking so much that Jeongguk could barely squeeze a word out. 

Not only that, but when he finally managed, the guy in front of him pulled out a notepad and started writing things down. Jeongguk soon found out those things were subjects he wanted to bring up when he was done talking. 

Yeah, Jeongguk did not see him after that. 

“Okay, fine.”

The words taste like vomit on his tongue. 

Hector cheers in victory as he runs to his own room. Jori and Ryu try their hardest not to laugh, knowing this night will either be a disaster or a win depending on whether or not Hector finally gets a taste of the infamous goalkeeper after he proudly confesses with zero hesitation. 

“Good luck soldier,” Jori says while Jeongguk slowly gets up, removing the duvet that covers him. 

“Thanks, I’m gonna need that.” 

They both hum in agreement as Jeongguk leaves the living room and heads to his closet, aiming to find an ugly sweater. He digs as deep as ever, certain something is laying at the bottom, and he’s right. Jeongguk pulls out a horrendous Christmas-themed sweater. Perfect in his opinion. At least now, he’ll be able to use it instead of the sweater collecting dust in the bottom of his closet. 

“Okay, you ready to go Hector?” 

Ryu and Jori have paused the film, both turned to face the kitchen where Hector is searching for a cheap bottle of wine to take on the go. 

“Hector wants to fuck Namjoon tonight,” Ryu chirps in, a smile plastered on his face while Hector’s is the complete opposite. His cheeks have turned a bright shade of red at the mention of Kim Namjoon.

“Ryu! What the fuck?!” 

“I did not need to hear that. Let’s not forget he’s my teammate.” 

“Exactly. Gosh, Ryu you and your vulgar mouth sometimes,” Hector says even though Ryu is ninety percent right in his observation. Hector does want to end up getting lucky. 

Ryu shrugs, his eyes returning back to the screen as Jeongguk pushes Hector towards the door. This could go on for hours if they don’t leave at this moment and frankly, Jeongguk would rather not go to this party. He would much rather watch the famous ending of The Breakfast Club and scream out the lyrics with his roommates as Bender raises his fist in the air in the middle of the football field. 

“Hector, let’s just go.”

Jeongguk manages to get them both out of the door as their roommates snort in the background over Hector’s obvious and immense crush on Kim Namjoon. 

Kim Namjoon is the definition of a hot guy with a great personality that keeps you hooked on a leash. Jeongguk still remembers the gossip he overheard from a few students, going off about his dimples and the way he’s broadly built. So when Hector blurted out that he’s caught a teeny tiny crush on the famous goalkeeper, Jeongguk wasn’t surprised. 

Jeongguk knows Namjoon is a good guy, he’s one of the only guys along with Yoongi whom he talks to from the team other than during practice. And even though it feels a tad bit weird that his roommate of all people is seeing Namjoon, he doesn’t mind it. If Namjoon were to be a dick, Jeongguk wouldn’t hesitate to make sure Hector doesn’t go near him. But truthfully speaking, he internally hopes Hector gets a piece of Namjoon tonight because Ryu wasn’t kidding when he said that Hector wants nothing more than to date him (and get fucked, hopefully). 

“My sweater isn’t that ugly right? I still look hot, yeah?” Hector is rambling as they reach the front door of Hoseok’s apartment. Jeongguk studies Hector’s outfit, the green knitted sweater with a few silly garlands around it isn’t even remotely bad for an ugly sweater. 

“You look fine, Hector. At least you’re not wearing mine.” Jeongguk smiles to convince him that it could’ve been worse and that seems to do the trick. His happiness shines through his face again, ringing on the doorbell with certainty. 

It’s Park Jimin who opens the door and before they get a chance to say hello, he cracks a laugh, almost dropping his red cup as he tilts his head backwards. 

“T-That’s the best ugly sweater I have ever seen, Jeongguk.” He points directly to the white letters, spelling out ‘Nut Buster’. 

It was the only one Jeongguk owned. He had accidentally bought it off a shitty website while drunk on tequila. Since then he’s reminded himself to never have access to his computer while intoxicated. Then again, he couldn’t care less what Park Jimin is saying — he’s just content with the fact he can even use it in the first place. 

Jeongguk decides to curtsy as Jimin continuously laughs, hitting him on the shoulder to keep himself from falling down due to his uncontrollable laughter. 

“Shit—okay, my bad but come on in! Glad you could bring Jeongguk, Hector. I don’t know how you did it, but you gotta teach me your magic skills.” Jimin smiles, pushing the door much wider as the three of them walk in. 

“I owe him, or else I wouldn’t even be here, Park.” 

“Well, thank fuck for that! Let’s get you two drunk.” 

The first thing Jeongguk realizes when they step in is that the theme is not ugly sweater. People are wearing mediocre sweaters and Jeongguk comes to an understanding as to why Jimin was laughing that hard. Fuck. Hector better get laid tonight or Jeongguk just came here for pure embarrassment. 

“Namjoon is over by the beer pong table, just so you know.” Jimin’s smirk proves that he’s heard of the cute little dates Hector and Namjoon have shared and for a moment Hector’s smile falters quicker than lighting.

“Wha—”

“Thank you Jimin! But we need a drink first, right Hector?” He nods, his lips curling into a semi-smile as Jeongguk saves him from explaining anything regarding Namjoon. 

Hector is already frustrated enough as it is. Talking about Namjoon to none other than his close friend and teammate wouldn’t possibly diffuse the situation. Hector would probably end up in doubt if this is even something , and he has a tendency to overthink a tad bit too much sometimes. But it comes from a good place, because Hector cares a lot . 

“Sure, follow me boys.” 

As they trail behind Jimin, Jeongguk grabs Hector’s hand so he doesn’t start fidgeting out of nervousness. He whispers a thank you as the kitchen island comes into view. 

Jeongguk and Hector agree with starting strong. It’s Hector’s idea, him opening the cheap bottle of wine and pouring a big amount in two red solo cups. Jeongguk groans as he sniffs the white wine, immediately regretting being here in the first place. Hector encourages him to take the sip in one go and once Jeongguk does, it tastes bitter at the tip of his tongue. 

“Fuck! Okay, we’re doing this Jeongguk.”

Before he gets to ask, Hector pulls him away as Jimin shouts out good luck to the both of them. What is he on about?

It’s not until Jeongguk catches a glimpse of what’s in front of Hector that he wishes he’d stay back at home. 

Fuck. Biggest fuck. 

“Namjoon, hi!” 

Namjoon reciprocates with a dimple-filled smile and a tight hug. The interaction quickly reminds Jeongguk why he’s here. He can do this. Be a good friend to Hector. He really needs it. 

Jeongguk greets Namjoon right after, ignoring the person standing on the opposite side of the table. 

All goes well until Hector acknowledges him. 

“Taehyung!” 

Jeongguk flinches at the name, plotting a way for him to go back home without offending his roommate. 

“Hector! Glad you could come, and with—Oh. Jeon.” His smile falters immediately when they gain eye contact and the air feels more stuffy than earlier. 

Kim fucking Taehyung. A striker on the team, accompanied by two great titles; fuckboy and dickhead all in one. Naturally that makes him the worst person in the world in Jeongguk’s eyes. 

It’s mutual, of course. Because while Jeongguk stays far away from Taehyung’s reach outside of practice, Taehyung does the same, wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. 

It’s only on the field that they’re even near one another. Jeongguk is a striker just like Taehyung, and for the team to even play well, they have to pass the ball to one another when an attacker gets near. 

If you were to see one of their games, you wouldn’t believe that the two strikers can’t stand each other, because one thing is for certain; they both love winning, and for them to do so in the first place it requires that teamwork is exceeded perfection. 

Jeongguk knows hate is a strong word and he barely dislikes anyone. But with Taehyung? The term naturally sticks . Whenever Taehyung starts talking, he immediately blocks out his ears because all that ever comes out of Taehyung’s mouth are his recent sexcapade. At this point, Jeongguk is certain that Taehyung’s personality is how many people are interested in him, and who got lucky enough to fuck him. 

Jeongguk wants to respond bitterly, but for the sake of Hector and Namjoon he decides to not start anything, settling on pure ignorance instead. 

“How about we play some beer pong?” Namjoon suggests quickly before the small space gets filled to the brim with awkwardness. Hector agrees with him on the idea, nodding excitedly. 

“Jeon, you’re with me,” Taehyung says. Jeongguk is just about to question why when he’s grabbed harshly by the bicep, Taehyung’s breath landing softly by his earlobe. “I need those two fuckers to fucking get on with it. Because if they don’t I’ll gain a permanent headache when I hear Namjoon whine about Hector after tonight.” 

And frankly, Jeongguk can agree with that. Hector has been whining himself since their first date when Namjoon dropped him off by the apartment without a kiss, instead settling for a hug and Hector had tried to suppress a cry when he brushed his teeth roughly, thinking his breath stank too much. Jeongguk had to deal with that at around midnight, and yeah, he doesn’t want that to ever happen again. 

“First, let fucking go.” Jeongguk responds with gritted teeth, Hector and Namjoon ignoring their weird encounter, settling on a small flirtation back and forth, paired with blushes. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, removing his strong grip around Jeongguk's bicep. 

“Second, you’re gonna shut your mouth and let me do the talking because one thing is for certain, you’re too impulsive for this shit to work.” Jeongguk bites harshly, and Taehyung clearly suppresses the urge to roll his eyes again, instead settling on clenching his jaw with a painful nod. 

“Good,” Jeongguk turns his back to him, facing Namjoon and Hector who are at the opposite side of the table. “How about we make this game more fun?” 

It quickly catches both of their attentions, eyes bulging out and Jeongguk can filter out the panic his roommate is currently experiencing towards the evident road Jeongguk is trying to make them take. 

“Like?” 

“Losers have to do seven minutes in heaven,” Jeongguk crosses his arms, thinking he’s absolutely nailed this. 

“We’re not in fifth grade, Jeon.” Taehyung complains, just to be a total buzzkill of his dare. 

“Actually—” Hector starts off, a sly smirk on his face and Jeongguk has a bad fucking feeling about this. “Sounds fun.” 

“You’re on,” Taehyung cuts off any word Jeongguk is about to say to remove the cliché childish game as if they’re in high school rather than university, and suggest something more… wild. Seems like that’s out of the question because Taehyung begins to fill the cups while Jeongguk toys with the plastic ball in between his fingers. 

“You better not miss, Jeon.” 

“I never do.” 

“Isn’t this your first time playing?”

Jeongguk bites on his tongue. “Your point?” 

“All right, we’re ready when you are!” Namjoon says excitedly, leaning forward while Hector continues to sip occasionally from the cheap wine. 

Jeongguk has seen tons of beer pong games during freshman year, and sure, he’s never played, but that doesn’t immediately make him a bad player. Beer pong doesn’t seem to be that hard, it’s all about aiming right, and Jeongguk has had a good aim since he was five years old and shot his first soccer ball into the net back in Busan. 

“Okay.” Jeongguk places himself in the middle, shutting an eye to get a more precise view on the cups and just as he’s about to shoot, Taehyung moves to stand behind him. 

“Kim, stop breathing down my fucking neck.” 

Even though Jeongguk can’t see him, he can tell he’s mocking him behind his back, Namjoon and Hector’s reactions a clear giveaway as they both try and bite back a giggle. 

With a final sigh, Jeongguk tosses the ball and it lands perfectly down in the front cup. 

Namjoon and Hector share a look before Namjoon is the one to take it and downs it in one go. 

“What was that about me missing, again?” Jeongguk asks with a bitter tone that Taehyung quickly catches as he scoffs. 

“Shut up, dickhead.” 

The game continues on, Namjoon and Hector surprising both of them with great aims and Taehyung seems to be a professional, yet to miss one. So maybe he has a reason to brag, but it doesn’t make him more likable. 

And then it gets really intense. They’re both standing with one cup each. Taehyung cracks his neck before he grabs onto the ping pong ball, about to aim and Jeongguk isn’t one ounce worried. Kim Taehyung will get the last cup and Hector will finally get that godforsaken kiss from Namjoon in the storage room closet. 

“Thank me later!” Taehyung says in a cocky tone before throwing the ball with a direct aim. Jeongguk is already on his toes, ready to jump in victory but it never seems to happen because for the first time, Taehyung misses, the ping pong ball tilting on the rim rather than plopping directly down in the foamy beer. 

“Kim! What the fuck was that?!” Jeongguk is now yelling, infuriated because if Namjoon gets it, he’ll have to be the one stuck in a closet with Taehyung of all people, which is in Jeongguk’s dictionary, worse than hell.

“We’re fine, Joon-hyung will miss.” Taehyung’s demeanor is nothing but nonchalant and Jeongguk only begins to stress out even more, certain that fate has other plans. It’s like this bug in his stomach that won’t seem to leave since Namjoon has retrieved the plastic ball, returning to the table with a grin. 

Jeongguk can’t watch. He feels his throat has gone dry, which is ironic because beer does the opposite of that and it’s all he’s been drinking the past thirty minutes. 

Taehyung fixes his snapback, shrugging when Namjoon says something that Jeongguk doesn’t catch, too focused on praying to the universe that Kim Namjoon will fucking miss. 

“Hector, blow on it.” 

“What?”

“For good luck.” 

Hector grins, leaning forward and blowing carefully and then Namjoon straightens his back, arm in position and he shoots. 

Everything happens so fast Jeongguk doesn’t even catch it, not until Hector and Namjoon scream in victory and Taehyung’s eyes are wide and staring down at the cup. 

“Thank me later!” Namjoon parrots Taehyung’s earlier words and Jeongguk immediately sends daggers in Taehyung’s direction. 

“Joon-hyung will miss,” Jeongguk mocks his earlier words. “God, you’re so full of shit!” He pushes his shoulder with one hand that seems to set a bomb off in Taehyung. 

“Come on you two. You owe us seven minutes in heaven.” Hector sing-songs, cutting off whatever Taehyung was about to say that highly would’ve resulted in an aggravated fight in the middle of the kitchen. 

Taehyung doesn’t say a word when he makes a beeline to the storage room, Jeongguk trailing behind while silently cursing the universe for this bullshit. 

When Namjoon opens the door, he places a hand on Taehyung’s chest. “Don’t kill each other, please,” he sends a warning look to Taehyung who’s probably fuming with anger. 

“Whatever, hyung. Put on a timer.” And then they both step in, the tiny lightbulb attached to the ceiling with a string being pulled by Taehyung before Namjoon shuts the door. 

“We’ll be back!” Hector shouts from the other side and Jeongguk hopes that it’s so he can finally confess to Namjoon so that not all is doomed tonight. 

Taehyung leans against the wall next to the vacuum, while Jeongguk stands closest to the door, counting the cracks from the chipped white paint on it. 

Some NewJeans song is playing in the living room where Hoseok has created one hell of a dance floor, their mutual stomping creating a vibration in the floor. 

“If I walk out of here and Hector still hasn’t confessed to Namjoon, I’m killing you in an instant.” Jeongguk is not letting this conversation go, and it seems that neither is Taehyung when he’s quick to respond. 

“Well, if it weren’t for you we wouldn’t even be in a closet in the first place.” 

Jeongguk turns at that. “What?!” 

“You heard me. Fucking childish game instead of, I don’t know, body shots like a normal person would suggest.” 

“No, only high level fuckboys with a dickbag personality would suggest that.” Jeongguk crosses his arms. “And let’s not forget who missed their shot.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” 

Jeongguk thinks they’re back to square one, which is no talking, but Taehyung clearly isn’t done. 

“I might be a fuckboy, but at least I’m not some stuck-up who licks Coach’s ass like it’s their fucking job.” 

Jeongguk can’t help but laugh because he’s anything but that. “You can’t be fucking serious.” 

Taehyung gives him a look that proves otherwise.

“Well, then I’m so sorry for being passionate about soccer and always wanting us to be the best of the best, Kim.” Jeongguk’s tone is filled with sarcasm, aimed to toss Taehyung directly in a pile of dirt, and it seems to be working because Taehyung takes a step forward, removing his back from the wall.

“And I’m sorry for getting laid constantly, which is why I’m not a stuck-up bitch like you. Is that what this is about, Jeon?” Taehyung steps closer, Jeongguk’s back hitting the door, knocking the air out from his lungs.

“What.” 

“You know, I could help you with that.” Taehyung takes another step. “Bet my cock could make you shut up for once, but you’re too much of a conceited asshole for that, no?”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches by the vulgarity leaping out from Taehyung’s mouth and before he can respond with whatever the fuck comes to mind, the door opens making him fall backwards and stumble onto Namjoon.

“Oh look! You’re both alive. Guess you guys can stand each other somehow.” Namjoon jokes which neither find funny. Taehyung isn’t staring at Jeongguk anymore, instead shrugging and walking towards the dance floor probably to dance with Jimin and Hoseok. 

Jeongguk touches his face with both hands, realizing he’s burning up and he wishes it was because of the heat in the cozy apartment linked with fifty people but sadly, it’s about some certain words that have pulled all strings. 

Before he can even process what just happened in the storage room, Hector tugs at Jeongguk excitedly, telling him that he and Namjoon came up with a drink that will blow his mind. 

It’s then he notices how their fingers are intertwined, paired with swollen lips as Jeongguk turns to meet them eye to eye. 

Well, at least something good happened tonight. 

“Jeon Jeongguk! Get in here, now!” 

The high pitched shouting from Ryu doesn’t go unnoticed early in the morning on a Saturday and Jeongguk might as well delete the clock app on his phone, seeing his roommate just signed himself up for the job of an alarm.

“What?!” Jeongguk groans into his pillow as he hugs it around his face. 

Instead of Ryu shouting again, which Jeongguk expects, he stomps to his bedroom, opening the door in an instant and plopping down aggressively onto his bed. 

“Come on! We have to celebrate. Hector finally got a piece of Kim Namjoon.” Ryu is more excited than all of them combined, and yes, that includes Hector. 

“Can it wait? It’s like…” Jeongguk has no sense of time but catching a glimpse with a squinted eye and seeing nothing but white, he can easily guess it’s around, “nine in the morning.” 

“Eight, but close enough. And no, it can’t wait. Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for this? First semester, Jeonggukie.” Ryu gets up, holding onto his ankles, and before Jeongguk can warn him, he’s immediately dragged backwards, his ass landing down with a thump onto his gray rug. 

“You owe me coffee for this,” Jeongguk yawns, rubbing his swollen eyes.

“On it, chief.” 

His bangs are shriveled, bouncing on top of his head as he moves to stand, still drowsy from the early waking. 

Jori is already annoying Hector, who’s hugging into a pillow, probably to hide his obvious blush at the ongoing conversation about Namjoon. 

“Mornin’,” Jeongguk mumbles, slumping down on the couch and yawning once more in his sleeve before Jori decides to speak up.

“Someone had a wild night.” 

“Yeah well, blame the game of beer pong I played so that Hector and Namjoon could finally have the balls to do that shit.” 

“Which failed miserably.”

Jeongguk groans, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Don’t remind me.”

But that’s all it does. And especially a certain someone’s words that had haunted him in his sleep last night. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up.

Jeongguk hasn’t even been able to process Taehyung’s offer—not that it’s even a real one to begin with, because of course the other used the opportunity to throw him down onto literal train tracks by hurting his ego.

And that’s exactly why he’s not taking it to heart, completely unfazed instead. Even though it was certainly a first that their bickering took a route to end up remotely sexual, so it’s no wonder Jeongguk was taken aback, but that barely lasted a minute. 

Okay, five tops. 

And maybe for a good minute before he fell asleep. It’s a thing Jeongguk does whenever he’s about to lay down and go to bed. He reminisces about his evening, just like a child counting sheep, and what Taehyung said in the storage room counts as a part of it, unfortunately. 

Absolutely no other reason. 

Also, if Taehyung did mean it, he would’ve probably done more than just spew nonsense, right? Not that Jeongguk wants it to happen, absolutely not—it’s Kim for fucks sake.

“Well I’m officially intrigued. What happened?” 

“No! Nothing. We’re here to celebrate the two lovebirds who smooched for the first time yesterday, not me losing in a ridiculous game of beer pong.” Jeongguk tries to shut it down, finding it unnecessary for Hector to be bringing up how he ended up in a storage room with Kim fucking Taehyung for a dare that wasn’t even supposed to be for them.

Luckily enough, just as Hector is about to announce what happened that night between Jeongguk and Taehyung, Ryu returns with his coffee and plops down in between him and Hector. 

“So, tell us everything. Actually, let's take it from the beginning. This is way too good.” Ryu is very invested, and Jeongguk sips silently, ignoring the excitement happening beside him.

“Well, I should say that Jeongguk was indeed a savior that night, because if it wasn’t for his idea of adding a seven minutes in heaven dare to the losers, then Namjoon and I would’ve barely gotten some time alone in the first place.” 

“Seven minutes in heaven? With who?” Ryu asks and now Jeongguk can’t run away from it anymore. 

Fine, he’ll just leave out some crucial details. 

“Kim Taehyung.” 

“T-Taehyung from your soccer team? The one you—”

“Absolutely hate? Yes.” Jeongguk continues to sip on his coffee, a way for him to avoid talking further about something that is completely irrelevant. 

“How close were you to killing him? You can tell me.” Ryu looks at him with a grin and Jeongguk ignores the question, looking away as he continues to drink the warm beverage. 

“Fine. Then what happened?” 

“Namjoon took me back to the kitchen and we started talking about different liquors and then, I just told him that I like him, and he kissed me.” Hector buries his head back in the cushion while Ryu and Jori scream in excitement, Jeongguk almost spilling his coffee all over himself. 

“Fucking finally. So what now? Are you guys going out or…” Jori takes the lead.

“Well, he did invite me to this cabin trip during the fall break with some from the Red Devils.” 

Ryu raises an eyebrow. “Jeongguk? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, it’s this annual trip they do. I never went.” Jeongguk shrugs like it’s not important, and it isn’t for him, but with the looks from his roommates he’s doubting his answer.

“You haven’t?!” 

Jeongguk swallows a clump in his throat. “No…”

“Well, this year you should, no? Could be fun, and Hector is going!” Ryu encourages even though he knows Jeongguk already planned to stream One Piece all break and never leave his room unless it’s to go down to the convenience store to buy some kimbap. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Actually, Namjoon said I should invite you and Jori. There’s space for like twenty people in that cabin.” Hector intervenes.

“Sick! I’m in.” Ryu is quick to jump into the idea. He’s nothing but impulsive. If he had other plans, he would’ve found a way around them to land in these instead. Hence the impulsive title. 

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Jori agrees, getting up to make some more tea for the group and that’s when Ryu and Hector stare down at Jeongguk. 

“What.”

“You’re coming with us, there’s no way out of this.” Ryu settles, clasping a hand onto his thigh and Jeongguk whines in protest.

Despite this, they’re quick to shut him down, loudly voicing various reasons for him to come; including spending quality time together, and the fact it’s their first real trip together as roommates. 

“Okay, fine!”

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Hector was definitely not kidding when he said the cabin had enough space for twenty people. The house is one of the biggest Jeongguk has seen: two floors and a big patio with a small path towards the lake. 

Jeongguk knew Hoseok was rich, he just didn’t know he was rich. 

“Holy shit!?” Ryu says when he pulls the car to a stop in the driveway. 

Hoseok comes out from the front door to greet them properly, waving excitedly as the rest of the boys join him, and soon Jeongguk catches sight of Taehyung again. 

The week after the incident, everything pretty much returned to normal. Taehyung still talked about his hookups like he was paid for it, and Jeongguk kept a respectful distance, wanting nothing to do with it. 

Over time, Jeongguk didn’t spare the moment in the storage room a single thought, focusing on soccer and his studies instead. 

And now they’re here, on fall break, about to spend four days in Hoseok’s aunt’s cabin. 

Jeongguk had attempted to pack light, but as soon as Ryu had caught sight of his backpack, he had insisted that Jeongguk go repack and bring a larger bag. Because even if it was only a four day trip, you never know .

So instead of Jeongguk bringing two pairs of pants, he brings five. 

When they all step out of the car, Jeongguk goes straight for the baggage claim to collect his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as the rest of his roommates greet his teammates excitedly. 

They had met a few times throughout the first semester but it had never gone this far as to be stuck in the same place for a few days. Jeongguk could tell that his roommates being here made the scene more pleasant. 

“Thanks for inviting us,” Ryu is the first to say, when he squeezes Hoseok in a tight hug. 

“No problem! Come in, I’ll show you around, then you can pick rooms.” 

Jori walks towards Jeongguk, helping out as they collect the baggage to bring inside. 

Hector doesn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around Namjoon's neck as he embraces him in a warm hug which makes everyone around them coo and cheer. 

Seems like everyone has been waiting for ages for them to get their shit together. 

Everyone follows Hoseok inside the house, small conversations breaking up the silence as they move around and get their assigned rooms. 

“This must have cost a fortune!” Ryu comments when he notices the expensive paintings and decorations in the living room as they walk by to go upstairs. There are eight bedrooms in total.

“Yeah, my aunt still doesn’t want to tell me how much this is.” Hoseok chuckles. “Alright, there are three rooms left available. I take it Hector and Namjoon can share, just don’t get too loud, okay? Some of us are still single and rotting.” 

Laughter erupts around them as Namjoon scratches the back of his neck in nervousness while Hector hides his face in the crook of his it. 

Ryu thanks Hoseok before he moves to the first room he sees, Jori moving along and that leaves Jeongguk with the room right by the stairs. And it’s more than okay until he realizes who his neighbor is.

“Don’t kill each other, this is supposed to be a vacation okay? There’s a wall for a reason.” 

Jeongguk grits his teeth when Taehyung throws a grin in his direction. “We’ll be fine, right Jeonggukie?” 

“Watch your mouth, Kim.”

“Guys, come on. We haven’t even been here for a day and you guys are already starting to piss me off,” Yoongi says suddenly, groaning loudly when Taehyung lifts his arms in surrender.

“Don’t look at me hyung, I’m just being nice.”

“You call that, nice?” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. 

“I’m making some lunch, is kimchi fried rice okay?” Seokjin pipes in, already putting on an apron beneath the stairs, looking at the crowd. 

“Sounds great,” Hoseok beams, following Seokjin in the kitchen to help him out, whereas the rest go back to their rooms to unpack and change. 

“Well, neighbor, try not to be too loud, okay?” Taehyung says with an annoying tone just as he’s about to shut his door.

“Loud? Says the fuckboy.”

“At least I fuck rather than yap.” 

Jeongguk scoffs in offense. “You—”

Taehyung shuts the door in his face, leaving Jeongguk stranded in the hallway. 

This is going to be four days in straight up hell. 

Lunch goes by smoothly, Ryu and Jori settling nicely with Jeongguk’s teammates. Despite it being Fall, there’s sun shining through the large windows that lead to an outside patio with couches and chairs. There seems to be a jacuzzi as well, wrapped up. 

Hoseok suggests a hike for anyone who wants to join, and Namjoon, Hector, Jori and Yoongi end up taking him up on the offer. 

Ryu and Jeongguk decide to play a board game while Seokjin bakes cookies, Taehyung and Jimin sitting on the counter chatting loudly. 

“Are you sure that Taehyung is the guy you hate, because…” Ryu looks behind him, Taehyung adjusting his annoying baseball cap that he wears backwards like the cliché pompous asshole he is. 

“Oh, I’m sure.” 

“Jeongguk. He’s fucking hot.” He whispers the last word, raising his eyebrows to make a statement and Jeongguk moves closer, annoyance reaching his ears. 

“Well, I’m sure you’re his type. You have a pulse,” Jeongguk mutters, annoyed. He focuses back on the board game and notices that Ryu is clearly winning. 

“Shut up, he literally looks at you whenever you aren’t looking.” 

Now that makes Jeongguk pause completely. 

“What—” He clears his throat. “What do you mean by that?” 

“Come on, it’s obvious that you guys just need to fuck it out. Taehyung seems well aware of that.” 

Jeongguk chokes on his own spit, the words from a few weeks ago returning and ringing loudly in his ears. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up for once.

“Jeongguk.”

“Hm?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me? You’re doing that thing that you do with your face when you’re thinking.” 

Damn Ryu for being so fucking observant.

“No no, just can we talk about something else?” 

“All right, big boy.” 

Ryu ends up winning against Jeongguk and it puts him in a bad mood, his sore loser tendencies showing rather quickly. Seokjin treats him to some warm cookies that he ingests with a frown on his face. Meanwhile, Jimin and Ryu talk about some k-drama they’re both watching currently. 

Before they know it, the afternoon passes like a blur, Hoseok and the others returning from their hike all tired and hungry, Yoongi going straight to his bedroom for a nap. 

The sun outside is about to set, multiple lights being turned on in the living room and around the house. Jeongguk can feel himself grow tired the more he slumps around in the living room, only focusing half on Hector and Jori’s discussion about what they’re doing for Christmas and when they should decorate the apartment.

“Hey, Jin hyung and I are gonna go to the store near here to buy some alcohol. Do any of you wanna join?” 

“Sure.” Jeongguk figures it’s best if he does something with his afternoon and maybe also to distract himself from the fact Ryu beat him in a game that’s labeled “ages 7 and up”. 

“Great!” 

They all walk outside to the car, Jeongguk throwing a hoodie over his head and a beanie. Seokjin is the one to drive, settling in the front with Hoseok next to him and Jeongguk enters the back.

When Seokjin turns on the ignition, Hoseok looks outside his window. “Is that Taehyung?”

The shouting is distant when Taehyung gets closer to the car until he opens the door next to Jeongguk and doesn’t hesitate to sit down. 

“Taehyung?”

“I need some stuff from the store.” 

“What, condoms?” 

Taehyung looks Jeongguk directly in the eyes before smiling. “Yes.”

Jeongguk gulps when a clump forms in his throat the longer he stares down at that fucking smile on Taehyung’s face. He thinks he might throw up, or maybe it’s just nervousness. Either way, there’s a patch of nerves in the pit of his stomach and not the good kind. 

“We’re literally in the middle of nowhere,” Jeongguk points out, but Taehyung continues to carry that secretive smile that Jeongguk wants to rip off of his face.

“So?”

“Well I don’t think some chick will magically show up and want to fuck you.” Jeongguk drags it out. It’s stupid but buying condoms when they’re in a cabin, far away from the small store, is even dumber. So really, who’s the stupid one between the two? Exactly.

“Yeah well, the condoms are cheap there.” He reasons and Jeongguk is just about to throw another retort when Hoseok beats him to it.

“He’s not wrong. They are extremely cheap. He does this every year.” 

Now, Jeongguk feels like the dumbest one in this car. Whatever, he shrugs it off, settling on watching the large trees beside the road. 

Seokjin and Hoseok have a huge debate on whether baby pigeons exist or not, something about them being robots from the government to spy on all of us. Jeongguk manages to tune them out,  especially since Taehyung decides to open his big mouth and add things to the conversation that are only incredibly stupid. 

The store comes to view not much later, the large neon sign shining bright in yellow colors, flickering with age. Jeongguk is the first one to get out, wanting this to go as fast as possible but it seems to be a rather hard task when Taehyung takes his fucking time. 

The store isn’t even big to begin with. Five different aisles for all the important items you need when you’re on the road, and that apparently also counts for condoms and lube. 

Tons of fucking lube. 

That’s the aisle where Taehyung has been standing the past ten minutes, Hoseok and Seokjin already having accumulated the alcohol that they need for their four day trip.  

“Go tell him to hurry up.” Hoseok bumps into Jeongguk’s shoulder. Meanwhile the owner starts scanning one bottle of beer at a time. 

“Fine.” He says through gritted teeth, walking over the aisle where Taehyung is tapping a finger at his chin.

“Come on, Kim. Stop being picky, we have to go back.” 

Taehyung turns around for a split second, cracking a smirk before he cranes his neck back towards the different bottles of lube.

“I’m not being picky. I have a certain taste, unlike you.” That’s when he grabs the strawberry lube, reading the label and Jeongguk makes an exaggerated gagging noise.

“Flavored lube? Disgusting,” Jeongguk comments, continuing even after Taehyung scoffs in offense. “I feel bad for everyone you’ve been with. That shit not only tastes bad, but the smell? Absolutely not.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, grabbing two instead of one. “I shall have you know I have gained zero complaints about the lube I’ve used. It’s just you, meaning you’re absolutely wrong. Flavored lube is fun. But, oh right, you don’t know that word. Makes a lot of sense.” He smiles again, this time faking it on purpose to showcase Jeongguk something even worse than a prominent middle finger to his face.

“Sorry for being a normal person, Kim. There’s nothing wrong with plain lube, also it’s the cheapest one there is. Saves you a lot of money instead of flavored shit in a bottle.” 

“I’m not discussing this with you if you’re not the one I’m fucking. Move out of my way, Jeon.” 

The words are said so casually that Jeongguk loses all train of thought in what he originally wanted or could’ve said back. He’s thrown in an instant to the night where Taehyung had suggested to shut him up with his cock of all things. Not a punch, not a kick, no. His cock. Jeongguk needs to walk away, he’s gaining a heat stroke over this debate in the first place. 

Lube of all things. What’s next? Dildos? 

Maybe the words are also extremely effective because Jeongguk was certain that, one, Taehyung was drunk when he said it and two, he forgot . 

Hoseok and Seokjin are almost done and Jeongguk grabs what’s already been checked out to the car, saving himself from watching Taehyung pick out lube and condoms. 

The moment he’s sitting down in the car with the others, Taehyung walks out at a slow pace with a black plastic bag around his wrist. He seems to be whistling up until he opens the door. 

“All settled in back there?”

“For a good five months. Thanks, hyung.” Taehyung claps Seokjin's shoulder playfully and Jeongguk hates himself for wanting to see exactly how much lube and condoms there are in that ridiculously small plastic bag. 

The curiosity vanishes as soon as Hoseok opens his mouth again about a new debate, this time it’s about whether or not Bigfoot is real, because he could’ve sworn he’s seen one last year on a ski trip with his father and older brother. 

Jeongguk for once joins in on the conversation, saying if Yeti isn’t real then neither is Bigfoot. For once, Taehyung is quiet.

“We’re playing never have I ever!” Hoseok shouts from the living room, placing down the bottles on the coffee table meanwhile everyone scurries to the big room. 

They’re all in pajamas, having done a fun movie night right after dinner to let digest. Now it’s a few hours later, clock about to hit eleven in the evening. The lights are dimmed around them and Hoseok managed to make the ambiance very soothing for everyone, even though a game of never have I ever can end up as a terrible disaster.

It wouldn’t be such a terrible game for Jeongguk if his roommates weren’t there. But they know him better than anyone else, and have heard a lot more than his teammates. This is a ticket to hell and Jeongguk is shaking in his seat while pouring some vodka that he mixes with juice from the fridge.

Instead of asking questions themselves, Hoseok brought a deck of cards with specific questions that they all have to lose a point for saying yes and drink to say no. 

They each have a little cardboard sheet in front of them that starts every player off with twenty points. With each passing yes, you cross one out. The one who loses first has to do a dare. 

Thankfully, that’s not something they have to come up with either, as there’s a stack of cards with nothing but dares. 

Plus, it saves them a lot of trouble and to have to be extremely imaginative the drunker they get. 

Jori settles in between Jeongguk’s legs, sitting against the couch. 

Ryu and Jimin sit together in excitement, meanwhile Taehyung is whispering things to Yoongi that has him rolling his eyes. 

Hector and Namjoon are, of course, snuggling while Hector's lips trail on his neck that makes him giggle.

Hoseok is the only one by the other end of the coffee table, settling down for the game while Seokjin is still cleaning up after movie night. 

When everyone gets their point board and a drink in hand, Hoseok grabs the first card and reads it out loud. “Never have I ever peed anywhere other than in a toilet or on the street.” 

Jeongguk groans when Jori taps his legs, nonverbally reminding him of that one time he got stuck in the elevator in their building and couldn’t hold it in much longer. It’s one event Jeongguk didn’t want to reminisce about but here he is, saying yes to it while others drink in front of him. Taehyung is the only one beside him that also says a clear yes. It doesn’t surprise Jeongguk the slightest. 

“Oh! I forgot to say, when you say yes you have to explain why and if you don’t want to, it counts as losing two points instead of one.” Hoseok says quickly, reading on the backside of the cardboard box of the game. 

“I peed in a sink when a certain someone took their time in the bathroom.” Taehyung eyes down at Namjoon. 

“Dude, I had a job interview that day. If I didn’t look great I wouldn’t have gotten it. Not my fault you have a small bladder and dare I say, zero patience,” Namjoon bites back, and that makes the whole room laugh meanwhile Taehyung bites down on the rim of his cup, mumbling a small whatever. 

“And you, Jeongguk?” Hoseok seems to have his eyes out on everyone so neither can escape it.

“In an elevator. I got stuck and yeah, couldn’t really hold it in.” 

“That’s disgusting.” Seokjin says between laughter and Jeongguk just shrugs. Better act like you don’t care than seem offended and embarrassed. 

“Never have I ever slept with someone ten years older than me.” Hoseok raises both brows reading the question out loud, and it seems to be only Taehyung saying yes while everyone takes a sip. 

Everyone waits for Taehyung to explain but instead he just takes a sip, losing two points that he crosses off. 

“Bummer,” Hoseok mumbles under his breath getting rather excited to hear it, and Jeongguk is surprised by the sudden change in Taehyung.

Usually he never shuts up about who got a mouth or a hand around his dick, mostly a hole. But no, he’s quiet. Kim Taehyung being quiet is like Shakespeare not writing tragedies. 

“Never have I ever gotten laid more than five times in one night.” 

“Yes. Jesus, this game is only attacking me. Pick better cards, hyung,” Taehyung complains while the group takes a sip in silence. 

“Fine, then pick one, Taehyungie.” Hoseok hands him the deck, giggling as Taehyung huffs under his breath, grabbing one in the middle for pure coincidence. 

“All right. Never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” 

Everyone exclaims a loud yes at the question, taking turns on explaining their tattoos to each other. Yoongi has a whole sleeve decorated with his favorite music artists and lyrics. Namjoon has just one on his thigh, his parents' birth year. Jimin has a few on his ribs and torso, going off about each detail. Ryu has a snake tail on his back, explaining how drunk Jeongguk got him to make it less painful at the appointment, even though he ended up puking the minute they got home. Seokjin has one on his shoulder, matching with Hoseok after a drunken night out. Jori has his star sign behind his ear and then Jeongguk explains his sleeve, shortly.

He feels an intense gaze drilling onto his arm and that’s when he catches Taehyung licking his lips as Jeongguk moves his arm, pointing a finger down on each one that melts together. He feels his throat grow tighter the more Taehyung stares.

And then it’s Taehyung’s turn and Jeongguk wishes he had looked away. Taehyung pulls up the material of his short black shorts, exposing the different thigh tattoos adorning his skin. 

It feels like a trap. Jeongguk doesn’t know why but it does, and especially when Taehyung licks his lips, looking at Jeongguk when he drags his slender fingers on the exposed skin. 

Fuck . 

He’s onto him. There’s no other way around it. Focus, Jeongguk. 

Mentally slapping himself knocks him back in his place, looking at the liquor in his cup, taking a sip just because . But in reality it’s to make him stop thinking about what the tattoos would look like beneath him as he rides—

“Never have I ever cut my own hair,” Hoseok reads aloud, stopping Jeongguk’s train of thoughts. He can’t even believe he let himself think this way. 

This is Kim Taehyung. Wake up, Jeongguk. 

“Yes! I still have the video when I cut my own bangs. Never again, though,” Seokjin exclaims while everyone takes a sip. 

While Hoseok finds another question, Seokjin’s phone goes around to show the video where he’s using kitchen scissors to chop off the ends of his hair. 

“They’re not even bad!” Jori comments and Seokjin raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course not. Can’t do anything wrong when your name is Seokjin.” 

Namjoon slaps Seokjin’s shoulder, probably tired of his overly confident self. 

“Ah, this one is fun.” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows when everyone grows quiet to hear it. “Never have I ever worn a thong.” 

Ryu’s eyes brighten up and Jeongguk is so fucked. 

“Hey! Why are you drinking Jeonggukie?” 

He’s officially removing Ryu from the list of best friends and roommates. 

“That was not a thong,” Jeongguk defends but it doesn’t seem to lessen Ryu’s excitement in getting him thrown in the big, deep puddle of embarrassment.

“Now, now. You don’t have to explain but you shouldn’t lie.” Ryu raises an eyebrow when Jeongguk dares to say yes.

“It was a speedo. There’s a difference.”

“Speedos don’t have lace. Just say yes, Jeongoo.” Jori slaps his knee and Jeongguk catches the way Taehyung licks his lips, adjusting his pants when it’s revealed that yes, it was a thong. 

“Fine. Yes. Happy now?”

“Very,” Ryu grins against his palm. 

Thankfully he escapes the need to explain himself. That’s the last thing he’s doing. 

“Well, I never saw that one coming,” Hoseok jokes and Jeongguk just bites down on his bottom lip in annoyance. 

“Never have I ever tried naked yoga.” 

Jori grins as he answers yes as the only one. “It’s actually quite freeing.” 

“Noted, maybe I should try it out one day. What do you say, hyung? Are you down?” Hoseok grins when Seokjin’s makes a noise out of protest.

“Separately.”

“Mhm,” Hoseok doesn’t drag it out, grabbing another card. “Never have I ever done something to impress someone else.” 

Taehyung groans and Yoongi laughs for the very first time since they started this game. Oh this is bad.  

“Yes. There was this really pretty girl that loved golf and I lied and I told her I’ve played it for years and so we went on a date and I failed terribly.” Taehyung finishes it, crossing off a point and Yoongi shakes his head.

“That’s not all of it.” 

Taehyung sends him a cold glare. “I continued to play golf afterwards just to get laid and impress her. It worked and now I’m a pro at golf.” 

Jeongguk shakes his head because of course Taehyung would go to a certain extent just to get his dick wet. It’s quite impressive, to be honest. Now he’s a pro at golf because the pussy just had to be wrapped around him. 

“You’re about to lose, Taehyungie. Ouchie,” Hoseok notes and that’s when everyone notices Taehyung is the one with the least amount of points on his scoreboard.

“Shit.” 

“Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed.” 

Taehyung is definitely losing this. Jeongguk can see how he’s gripping hard around his cup, probably wondering what kind of dare lies beneath the card that he has to accomplish before they all crash down. 

“Yes, and I’m not explaining myself.” 

The game goes on for another hour, many of the questions targeting Taehyung especially, and then he’s down to four points until his cardboard is empty. 

“Never have I ever had a piercing.” 

“Yes.” 

Jori starts off first, explaining his bridge piercing and how much it hurt the first weeks after he had it done. Ryu goes on a rant about his nose piercing and the cleaning progress. 

Jeongguk reminds everyone how he had looked with his head down in a bowl of salt water for eight minutes every day of the first six months. It’s a payback of some sort when Ryu gains a blush and hides his face in Jimin’s chest shouting at Jeongguk and telling him to shut up. 

Jeongguk admits to having one but doesn’t say where and the raise in Taehyung’s eyebrow stays put even as he’s about to answer for himself. 

“Well, I lost a bet and got my dick pierced.” Taehyung says it so casually while Jeongguk’s mouth slacks in a dramatic drop.

His dick has a what now?

“I removed it after a few months.” 

“Only because you fucked the piercer and they were a bad lay and the piercing reminded you of it.” Jimin exposes Taehyung fully and this makes a lot of sense why Ryu and Jimin click so well. They’re both incredibly shameless when it comes to their best friends.

“Well thanks Minnie,” Taehyung rolls his eyes and they proceed with the game. 

It’s when Taehyung stands with one point that everyone is fully drunk. The words are more slurred between them, giggles erupting faster and Hector and Namjoon have gotten more handsy. 

“Last one. Taehyungie you’re gonna lose,” Hoseok hiccups before he picks up one more card from the deck, reading it out. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” 

Taehyung isn’t the only one to say yes, Yoongi joining him and Seokjin too. 

Yoongi and Seokjin don’t go into detail because Taehyung has lost either way. 

“Fuck this game!” Taehyung pulls his hair, slumping back down onto the couch and spreading his legs. 

Jeongguk gulps down a clump of spit at the sudden view. Taehyung’s neck is strained, exposing a few moles painted on it. His shorts have rolled up by the action, exposing one of the tattoos he has on his thigh.

“Dare for Taehyungie baby!” Jimin grabs the deck, picking a random card. “The game of never have I ever dares you to jump into the nearest pool.” 

“In this weather? No way.” 

“Hey, come on. It’s fun and it’s just the lake. Just run until you can dip and come back up.” Hoseok suggests so simply and Seokjin adds in, explaining that they’ll be holding a warm towel ready for Taehyung when he comes back up so he won’t catch a cold.

Somehow it convinces him and Taehyung gets up, followed by everyone behind him. Jori wraps an arm around Jeongguk as they walk down with the rest, hands in the pockets of their pants and hoodies. 

It’s completely dark outside, their phones in hand with the flashlight feature in use. Thankfully it’s a few steps until the lake appears. It’s really just a small path. 

“All right, Taehyungie. Whenever you’re ready!” 

Taehyung doesn’t waste another second, throwing his t-shirt over his head and removing his black shorts, remaining in his Calvin Klein boxers. His neck is decorated by a gold chain with a pendant—a green pearl to be exact. 

Jeongguk doesn’t catch any more because, then he runs. Goes straight for it, diving into the lake and coming back up, drenched and shouting over how fucking cold it is and that he regrets everything. Seokjin wraps his arms around Taehyung and pats him down with the warmth he’s providing. 

When they’re all back in the house, Taehyung is still visibly shaking and turns to walk upstairs to take a warm shower. 

At that moment, Seokjin throws him his clothes, and that’s when Jeongguk catches sight of the prominent bulge in Taehyung’s soaked Calvins. 

He hates himself for looking down but it’s like this annoying reflex. 

At least, that’s what he blames it on. 

The thing is, the bulge isn’t even small, which would make a lot of sense since dicks shrink when they’re met with anything cold. 

So how the fuck does Taehyung’s cock look big when it’s supposed to be—Jeongguk stops himself from thinking further because it’s stupid that he’s wondering about this in the first place. The more he’s in over his head about it, the more he’ll end up making a bad decision.

Ryu and Jeongguk decide to hang out with Jori a bit longer while the others have resigned to their bedrooms. They’re sobering up, drinking water and eating kimbap that Seokjin made as an afternoon snack. 

“Dude, your teammates are so fun. Can’t believe you don’t hang out with them more.” Ryu says, mouth full of kimbap. 

“Yeah they’re…” Jeongguk pauses, realizing how much fun it’s been even though Taehyung has been on his ass this whole time, clouding his mind and overtaking it, which usually never happens to Jeongguk. “They’re great. We always have fun on the field, just didn’t expect to be more than that.” 

“It’s good to know you don’t regret coming here.” Jori shuffles closer to Jeongguk and lies down on his arm. 

“Yeah, I don’t. At least not anymore.” 

Then the conversation diverts, Ryu explaining how much fun he’s been having with Jimin and that they’re going out when they come back from fall break. Jori talks a bit about a date he had and that the girl left the moment she found out he was asexual.

“It’s not your fault, Jori.” 

“I know. I don't know, I just wish my sexuality didn’t stand in the way of my dating life, but it really does most times.” 

Jeongguk runs a hand through his curly hair. “Don’t say that. Someone out there will love every part of you.” He kisses his forehead and Jori thanks Jeongguk for his kindness and the support Ryu voices out when they talk more about dating in general. 

When the conversation turns a bit lighter and Jori has fallen asleep on Jeongguk’s shoulder, Taehyung emerges from his bedroom, walking down the stairs in oversized sweatpants, a snapback, and no fucking shirt. The golden necklace shines bright under the living room lights, and Jeongguk hates himself for staring so much, but so is Ryu beside him.

“Hey, sorry. Just grabbing some water.” 

It doesn’t jolt Jori awake that there’s sudden noise happening in the open kitchen. 

“No worries, hot stuff,” Ryu says jokingly and Taehyung chuckles before downing the glass of water in front of them. It seems to have spilled down onto his neck, droplets trailing further down his torso and Jeongguk holds his breath the entire time. 

“Shit, I’m a bit clumsy,” Taehyung jokes but nothing is funny with the way he’s staring down at Jeongguk as his finger trails after the droplet of water before it reaches his waistband.

He’s doing this on purpose. This can’t possibly be all in Jeongguk’s head.

“Well, goodnight you two.” And then he’s gone, retrieving to his bedroom as he stretches his arms, flexing his back muscles. 

“Are you sure you don’t find Taehyung hot?” Ryu questions the moment they hear the door close.

“I really don’t.” Yes. 

“Really? Your drool says otherwise, babe,” he points out and Jeongguk realizes how watery his mouth has grown since Taehyung did that scene in front of them like it was the start of some godforsaken porno. 

“I—“ Jeongguk wipes his lips in a hurry that are probably slick with spit. “I’m not.” 

Ryu doesn’t buy it, just continues staring down at him. 

“Fuck off. I’m going to bed.” 

When Jeongguk moves, Ryu doesn’t drop it. 

“Be quiet when you jerk off to Kim later.” 

“You suck.”

“You wish you did. On his d—“

Jeongguk blocks out his ears the whole way up and ignores how Ryu giggles loudly until he earns a slap from Jori that stirs awake from it, claiming it to be annoying and loud. Jeongguk couldn’t agree more. 

The house has gone quiet when Jeongguk lies under the warm covers, staring at the ceiling as if it’ll change the longer he stares it down. He doesn’t know why, but a part of him can’t sleep. 

It’s mostly because of Ryu’s words throughout the day, along with Taehyung’s annoying antics that got him wondering what if, and even debating if he should just allow Taehyung to shut him up with his cock.

But it’s mostly based on how dry and sad Jeongguk’s sex life is. That’s how Ryu describes it every time they talk about sex. The last time Jeongguk got laid was through Tinder and because of Ryu’s extraordinary skills in texting. 

That was seven months ago. 

Again, dry and sad .

Jeongguk shuts his mind off, closing his eyes to permit himself to sleep but all he sees is Taehyung in front of him, his words whispering against Jeongguk’s ears again like they’re being said for the very first time. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up . 

Imaginary Taehyung’s upper body is soaked, hair wet until it’s pulled back in that ridiculous snapback that never seems to leave his head and god, the fucking bulge. 

No. No.

Jeongguk opens his eyes again, deciding that he’d rather lose five hours of sleep than close his eyes and see that again. 

He’s not caving in for Kim Taehyung. He knows he’s waiting for it, probably lying in bed with an arm tucked under his head, whistling slowly as his fingers tap on the exposed skin of his stomach like a ticking clock's rhythm for each passing second, until there’s a knock on his door by Jeongguk.

Absolutely not.

Don’t cave in. Be strong. 

The image of Taehyung’s prominent bulge really doesn’t want to stop lingering in Jeongguk’s head when he lets himself space out while staring at the ceiling again. 

Unconsciously, Jeongguk licks his lips, and that’s when a certain devil lands on his shoulder, whispering sweet words.

Fuck it. 

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, admitting defeat to the imaginary devil that, in reality, is just the horniness that’s been creeping up on him since Taehyung showcased his thigh tattoos. 

He’s doing it. No going back.

Thank god they’re neighbors because it would’ve made it even worse if Jeongguk had to walk a few meters to reach the door. Now that’s desperation. And Jeongguk isn’t desperate, no. He’s just… taking Taehyung up on the offer that he’d laid out. 

With a soft knock, Jeongguk doesn’t think anymore because then Taehyung opens the door, smiling already as if he knew Jeongguk would eventually stand here like a horny idiot.

“Jeon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Jeongguk steps closer, their lips grazing against each other by the action. “Make me shut up, Kim.”

With a harsh grip to his waist, he’s dragged inside his room, the door closing behind them when he’s pushed against it. Taehyung doesn’t waste a second, trailing his hot, wet mouth against his jawline. 

“You want my cock, Jeon?” 

Of course Taehyung is one to fucking talk. Jeongguk doesn’t know if he’s able to handle it.

“If I say yes, will you just shut up?!” He’s frustrated, has every right to be because he’s just taken a big step and of course Taehyung finds it to be the perfect moment to drag it out. Have Jeongguk tell him just how much he wants him. 

That’s not happening. Jeongguk will make sure of it. 

“Maybe,” he responds, warm breath ghosting over his earlobe before Taehyung bites down softly. Jeongguk refrains from moaning because of the sensation. 

He just wants to get fucked, not give in to whatever this dirty-talk bullshit is, because all it does in the end is feed Taehyung’s huge ego.

“I fucking hate you.” 

Taehyung grins against his skin, kissing his neck before moving back to meet him eye to eye. 

“Yeah. But you’re gonna love my cock.” Taehyung doesn’t wait for Jeongguk to respond, grabbing him by the waistband instead so they can lay down on the bed and get to it. 

It’s rushed, frantic when they remove everything. Jeongguk’s sweatpants and t-shirt joining the floor fast, meanwhile Taehyung is ready to go, already in boxers and that fucking snapback. 

“Fuck. So that’s where the infamous piercing is.” Taehyung watches the sparkle of the silver barbell under the moonlight as Jeongguk moves towards him. 

“Shut up. Take that off,” Jeongguk points to the snapback, but Taehyung only shakes his head.

“No, gonna fuck you in it.” Taehyung tugs on Jeongguk’s boxers so that he falls down to join him on the mattress. 

It’s then that their cocks rub against each other and Jeongguk really gets to feel just how big Taehyung is. 

“No—“ Jeongguk bites down his bottom lip, refraining himself from moving. “No you’re not.” 

Taehyung bucks his hips, their tips pushing against each other so effortlessly, Jeongguk’s grip tightens around the covers. He’s so fucking doomed.

“Yeah, I am,” he finalizes, rolling them so he’s on top of Jeongguk now. “And we’re using the strawberry lube.”

“You’re—fuck. The worst.” Taehyung isn’t done moving against him, making it hard for Jeongguk to keep his focus on answering like he usually does. Strict and precise. Now it’s blurred out with hisses and soft gasps that reach his lips. 

“Mhm,” Taehyung agrees as he presses his lips down onto Jeongguk's collarbones, careful about marking him. They clearly don’t want this circulating in the friend group during their stay in the cabin. 

Also, it makes it ten times hotter that no one knows that Taehyung has Jeongguk pinned down, of all people. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that Taehyung is able to do a lot more with his mouth than talk shit. His tongue traces everywhere, teeth biting down softly onto Jeongguk’s pecs until his mouth closes down on the pierced nipple. 

Jeongguk wishes he could see it, but he’s too busy trying to control himself from being louder than he is, covering his mouth with his fist, fingers in between his teeth.

“You’re dragging this out, Kim. Just—come on, shut me up.” Jeongguk doesn’t want to return to his bedroom when the sun is rising above the trees. 

Taehyung chuckles against the metal, removing his mouth and looks up to meet Jeongguk’s hooded gaze.

“So impatient.”

“I’m not.” 

Taehyung moves again, grinding down onto Jeongguk’s cock and that’s when he feels the softness of his ass. 

“Say you want my cock, Jeon and it’s all yours.” 

Jeongguk’s throat has gone dry. He licks his lips, firmly grabbing onto Taehyung’s thighs. Drags it out when he caresses them, still staring at Taehyung who’s waiting for an answer. 

Then, Jeongguk holds on tight, bucks his hips, his clothed cock pushing directly against Taehyung’s frenulum. He catches the way Taehyung’s mouth drops in surprise and that’s when he decides to be really annoying. 

“You wish, Kim.” 

“Then leave.” He’s not even suggesting it, just laying it out as a possibility but Jeongguk feels like he can’t just back out of it now. He’s come this far. He’s gonna get fucked. 

“Get the lube and stop fucking talking .” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes in exaggeration, does it regardless by getting up and Jeongguk takes the time to take off his boxers. His cock is hard against his abdomen when they’re kicked off. 

Surprisingly, Taehyung doesn’t come back with the strawberry lube, but a normal one. Interesting. 

Jeongguk debates whether or not to comment on it. 

Fuck it.

“What happened to the top tier strawberry lube?” 

Taehyung removes his boxers slowly when he answers him, eyes snaking down to catch Jeongguk’s cock before returning to his face. 

“Knew you were gonna cave, big boy. Thank me later, hmm?” 

“You’re such a piece of shit, Kim.” Jeongguk laughs until he allows himself to watch Taehyung’s cock, hard in his palm. 

And big. Yeah. Kim Taehyung is fucking hung. 

“Turn around, ass up.” 

“Ask nicely. What happened to your manners?” 

Instead of saying the magic word please , Taehyung grabs Jeongguk’s hips with both hands, turning him around and causing him to arch his back with the way he pulls him back against him.

“Please.” 

Jeongguk bites back a bitter word, not caring anymore. He just needs this. 

“My cock hasn’t even been inside you and you’re already shutting up.” Taehyung pecks the skin on his ass, biting down onto the flesh causing Jeongguk to gasp.

“Kim.” It’s all he manages to say. Taehyung smiles against his skin, lips curled up and everything. Jeongguk feels every inch of it. Doesn’t know if he wants to push into it or scold Taehyung for even smiling in the first place.

He does neither because he hears Taehyung open the bottle of lube that’s brand new. The lube he bought because he knew Jeongguk would give in. It feels like a half compliment. Taehyung going out of his way to buy something he wouldn’t use himself but knowing Jeongguk likes it, and therefore buying it. But then there’s the knowing part that shuts off the complimentary side of it. 

Jeongguk doesn’t think further when he feels the pad of Taehyung’s fingers circulating around his rim. The bed dips behind him when Taehyung moves closer, trying to find the perfect position to finger Jeongguk open. 

Breath stills in Jeongguk's throat when Taehyung inserts a finger. They’re longer than Jeongguk’s own because there’s no way he’s gaining this much pleasure by a finger resting inside of him. But he is, writhing from the touch the moment Taehyung’s finger curls inside him, searching for his prostate as he fingers him open.

“Fuck you’re so tight, Jeon.” Taehyung allows him to get accustomed to the feeling of having something inside of him again after so long, not that his own fingers haven’t found their way towards his entrance when he’s been touching himself under the shower once or twice.

The moment Taehyung locates his prostate, he knows this won’t end well. Slowly, while the pad of his finger is rubbing against it until it hardens, he pushes in another finger after slicking it up with enough lube. 

The sounds are wet when he pushes the fingers back and forth, the stretch getting to Jeongguk. Thankfully he can bite down onto the covers rather than having to do it with his own fist. 

“Actually,” Taehyung takes out his fingers, and Jeongguk turns around to ask why he did it, butTaehyung continues to talk as he traces his fingers in circles. “Kinda don’t like you shutting up on me. Want you to show me how good you feel.” 

“Yeah, good luck with tha— fuck!” Jeongguk feels the wetness of Taehyung’s tongue on his rim. It surprises him so suddenly he finally lets out a decent moan since Taehyung got behind him, eyes back down onto the covers.

“Yeah that’s it,” Taehyung breathes out on his hole, diving back in, both hands holding his cheeks apart. 

Jeongguk tries his best not to push into Taehyung’s tongue that manages to slide inside him easily. His lips pucker around it, as if he’s making out with it and Jeongguk is thankful he’s not able to watch how Taehyung looks while his moving his mouth so fucking fast yet slow on him. 

“You—” Jeongguk interrupts himself with a sudden gasp as Taehyung goes back to fingering him while the slide of his tongue never stops running in circles. 

“Not gonna fuck you until you tell me you want my cock, Jeon.” He warns, goes back to kissing and licking all over the area while Jeongguk debates whether it’s worth confessing the words that Taehyung so desperately craves to hear.

He’s on the verge of doing it, but then he remembers. He doesn’t owe Kim Taehyung shit. 

“That… sucks for you because I would’ve—“ Jeongguk tries to form it into words but it’s so hard when all he feels is pleasure building in his gut. “Let you come on my face.” 

Taehyung pauses when Jeongguk's words sink in. He feels the heat of his mouth leave his hole, but the grip is still tight on his skin. 

“Fuck this.” 

Jeongguk smiles against the covers, forehead still pressed hard against it and knowing he’s won when Taehyung rips apart the package for the condom behind him. 

More lube is added onto Taehyung’s cock when he gets the rubber on, and Jeongguk arches better than when he was rimmed as the dip of the bed changes behind him whenTaehyung moves closer.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me one day, Jeon.” Taehyung puts a hand on his spine, keeping him still and Jeongguk tilts his head, smirking when he catches the dark gaze from Taehyung.

“That’s the plan, Kim.”

No other words are said the moment Taehyung pushes in. Jeongguk muffles the moan that slips past his lips from the stretch in the covers, biting down onto them. Taehyung’s grip tightens onto Jeongguk’s skin when he bottoms out, breathing heavily as they take a moment.

Then Taehyung starts moving and yeah, his cock definitely makes Jeongguk shut up because he can’t even let out a moan, his neck completely strained as pleasure keeps building in his gut. He’s so out of it and Taehyung has barely shown what he’s capable of. 

“You feel so—“ Taehyung tips his head back, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening himself. Jeongguk almost grows addicted to the stretch, which is a big no in his book because this is just a one time thing. 

Fucking it out, the tension, the hatred. All of it.

And well, they certainly fuck it out. 

Taehyung is precise when he does it, holding all the right places as the pounding grows faster, the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. He allows Jeongguk control too, letting him fuck himself on his cock, moving in an arch back and forth. It’s not as fast as Taehyung, but it feels just as good. 

The snapback never dares to leave Taehyung’s head and Jeongguk makes the mistake of looking behind him when Taehyung is so focused on watching his cock disappear inside him and fuck . He looks so fucking good, Jeongguk bites down on his lip in irritation. 

“Like what you see, Jeon?”

Jeongguk removes his prying eyes, cheek pressed back onto the covers. 

“Maybe,” he manages to say before Taehyung picks up a brutal pace that only tells Jeongguk one thing. He’s not going to last long. 

He’s lost all sense of time, or if they’re being loud enough for the others to hear. All he wants is to come. 

Jeongguk doesn’t warn Taehyung when he moves a hand to wrap around himself, stroking it to fit it with the fast pace of Taehyung’s hips against him. 

“Yeah, touch yourself, fuck—“ 

The encouragement makes Jeongguk groan into the sheets, each tug adding onto the pleasure along with the brush against his prostate by Taehyung’s cock. 

“Gonna—” Jeongguk warns, not catching Taehyung’s response as his sole focus is on the stimulation he’s no longer in control of, resulting in a wild shake in his legs as he comes undone. Strings of cum land beneath him and Taehyung slows down, pulling out when Jeongguk regains his breath. He hears Taehyung tear off the condom and that’s when he speaks again. 

“Turn around. Wanna see your face.” 

Jeongguk doesn’t waste another second, pushing himself up and turns around, on his knees still, face planted right by Taehyung’s cock. He strokes it fast and hard, Jeongguk wanting to put his mouth on it but he’s unable to make up his mind, and before he knows it, Taehyung curses a few times, cum landing right on Jeongguk's cheek and neck.

Instead, he pecks the tip, tasting the cum that’s still coating it before dragging the pad of his fingers up the shaft, accumulating what spilled over and dragging it to his mouth.

He sucks his fingers clean while Taehyung watches him with a parted mouth, removing his hand from his cock that’s starting to soften. 

“You’re filthy, Jeon.”

“Thanks for shutting me up, Kim.” 

“My pleasure.” He removes the snapback finally, letting his damp hair fall out in pretty waves, curling against his forehead.

“Do you have some sort of kink with that?” Jeongguk asks out of pure curiosity, wondering why he waited until they were done fucking to take it off. 

“Are you willing to beg for that answer?” 

Jeongguk scoffs. “No.” 

He gets back on his feet, ignoring the slight shake in his thighs. Instead he grabs the remains of his clothing, putting it on while Taehyung lies back down onto the gross sheets.

“Goodnight, Jeon.” 

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, flipping a middle finger in his direction before closing the door behind him. 

Well, they still hate each other but at least they fucked it out. 

Progress.