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‘‘Taehyung, the hell’s wrong with you today? Get your head in the game!’’
Those same series of words kept on repeating themselves in the back of Taehyung’s busy mind, almost taunting him in a way.
Namjoon, their team captain, had made it very clear this early morning—Six o’clock, to be exact, that Taehyung was out of it, and was lazily dragging his feet across the court. The latter knew that Joon’s only intention was to help him, but if he hadn’t bit down on his tongue, Taehyung would’ve lost his shit.
Who the fuck thought that it was a good idea to start practice so goddamn early in the morning?
Tae was a mixture of surprise and thankful that he didn’t just fall asleep right then and there.
Truth be told, there was a strong urge to..
Because of this, Taehyung almost regretted staying up so late into the night slashing zombies left and right, searching for ammo, yelling profanities out of anger when someone would sneak attack him—almost. He was way too invested in his gaming to truly feel any guilt. But, much to his shock, the boy felt a sense of guilt begin to gnaw at him throughout the day, hence why he was making his way towards the familiar gym once again. This time not half-dead. Tae knew how much this upcoming game meant to Namjoon. As he began to get settled in, glad that he was the only one there, Taehyung casually practiced his free throws. He challenged himself to make it from different spots in the court, succeeding in most of them.
Minutes later when he was beginning to get in the groove of things, in waltzed Jeon Jungkook.
Fucking great. Just what he needed.
Tae let out a defeated sigh, meeting the other boy’s gaze for a split second before continuing with what he was doing.
“What the hell are you doing here.” It was a mumbled question, no trace of enjoyment laced in his lower tone.
Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, their eyes met for a split second as he walked in. Tae’s snarky comment had Jungkook roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek with annoyance, glaring with furrowed eyebrows as he went to the opposed side of the play field. He brought his own basketball, bouncing it a few times to make sure it had enough air.
“To practice, what the hell does it look like?” He scoffed before the loud echo of the basketball was the only sound coming from his end of the court.
A sour scoff originated from the back of Taehyung’s throat, whom in response to Jungkook’s presence tried to show off by shooting the basketball from a further position.
“Yeah,” The boy began, extending out his arms, “you need lots of practice, alright.” He successfully made it into the net. Call him childish, but the little smile tugging at the corners of his lips was getting hard to ignore..
Ever since the age of eight, when Jungkook was introduced to his group of friends, Tae enjoyed finding different ways to irk him. From chasing him around the playground with a worm in his hand, bumping shoulders into him whenever he felt like it, to making fun of his Basketball skills.. it was amusing, he couldn’t lie.
“Hey, you.” The taller didn’t bother referring to ‘you’ by his name, “We should play against each other. You could learn a few things from me.”
Jungkook grit his teeth, dashing towards his hoop to jump up and slam dunk the basketball into the hoop, much harder than intended. He’d been working out a lot lately, and his strength was finally showing, and he couldnt wait to wipe that grin off Tae’s face.
“Eat shit,” Kook frowned, but he accepted his challenge, “Fine.” He threw his ball to the side, getting ready to sprint towards him with a speed completely new to the elder. Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit fazed by the look of determination in Jungkook’s eyes. This wasn’t the Jungkook he knew, who the hell was this person?
However, he wouldn’t let the younger scare him, no matter how often he tried to play the “Big Wolf”.
It was pathetic, really. Those pretty eyes didn’t compliment that facade at all.
“Nah, I’ll pass,” Taehyung smirked, sharp eyes hooded as he studied the other’s every movement. Tauntingly bouncing the ball in front of the younger, Tae managed to dodge the figure coming towards him and instead charged towards the opposite net.
Nothing but determined to one-up Jungkook. It was always a struggle, it didn’t matter if Jungkook was stronger, Taehyung would always seem to be faster, one step ahead of the game. He quickly turned on his heels, the sole of his shoes squeaking against the floor as he sprints to catch up with Taehyung, trying his hardest to push himself to use his strength to attempt to jump in front of Tae before he’d be able to throw the ball. Much to his dismay, Jungkook actually manages to bat the ball in a different direction midair, preventing Taehyung from scoring his shot.
Now he just feels like a dumbass.. He doesn’t stop there, though.
Instead of backing out, Taehyung’s drive only soars through the roof. The latter wasn’t about to let Kook show him how it’s done. He was the one in charge. In a swift movement, after running across the court whilst dribbling the ball, Taehyung jumped up in the air and made it even.
“Back in the game, baby!” The taller cheered, pumping a fist in the air.
Time seemed to get lost the more time they spent playing against each other, and surprisingly, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind it.
Jungkooks dark curls was clinging to the sweaty skin of his face, heavy shallow breaths taken as they kept playing against one another for quite a while. It was rather fun, and it gave Jungkook the energy and drive to keep going, keep trying his best. They were both extremely skilled, so the game kept going even back and forth, the competitive tension stronger than ever–but he was getting tired.. his muscles ached, his body coated in a layer of glistening sweat.
“Getting tired already, Kook?” Taehyung playfully snarked, completely disregarding the fact that he was also drenched with sweat from running from one end to the other over and over again.
“That’s weak.” He wouldn’t admit that, though. “Come on, one last match.” The boy stated, his defined stomach on full display as he used the end of his Jersey to wipe at his face. Not bothering waiting for an answer, Tae hoped that the challenging look in his eyes was enough to draw Jungkook in. As he began dribbling the ball, waiting to see what the younger’s next move would be, Taehyung began charging towards the familiar net, passion evident in his face when—POW!—He tripped on his undone shoelace and fell on top of Jungkook.
“Fuck..” Tae hissed, feeling some minor pain emerge from his lower leg but thankfully, Kook’s body was there to act as a cushion. After the taller managed to redeem himself (to the best of his abilities), he brought up his face from Kook’s chest to look down at the other. Taehyung’s hands were placed on either side of Jungkook’s head, chest heaving and sweat beads streaming down his temples. He didn’t know why, but his body wouldn’t move away from its position. It was like he was stuck there.. face so close to Jungkook’s.. Everything happened so fast that one moment Jungkook was preparing to charge towards Taehyung, and the next he was on his back on the floor, something heavy weighing him down. He opened his eyes, and they blew wide as soon as he saw the view above. Taehyung was so sweaty, and he looked… incredibly good up close. Jungkook froze, holding his breath and it felt like his heart skipped several beats, his arms laying limp above his head in such a position that had him feeling vulnerable. The tension between the two was so strong, at this point he wasn’t able to differentiate whether it was pure anger or pure lust that flowed through his entire being.
‘What the fuck is going on..?’ Taehyung asked himself, swallowing down all of his remaining questions in the shape of a strong gulp.
“Uh..” Was all he had to say, continuing to stare down at Jungkook like an intrigued weirdo, eyes skimming over the little details on the younger’s face. From the small scar on the side of his cheek, to the beauty marks perfectly placed on his skin.. Tae was infatuated. He would never, in a million years say that out loud, but was he thinking it..
The boy wanted to say something like, “Wow, you’re even uglier up close. but that was so far off from the truth, it would be a sin.
The heat erupting in Jungkooks body made itself known through the shade of red creeping on his cheeks, feeling himself getting flustered.
Why wasn’t Tae moving away? Why didnt he say something? But then again, he was completely frozen in place as well, having nothing to counter with. His lips fell open, a quiet breath escaping his lips, unable to find the words he was so desperately seeking.
Before they could tell right from wrong, Taehyung’s lips met Jungkook’s in an awkward kiss, hesitating at the start before finally gaining the courage to move them against the younger’s a little more naturally. It was slow at first, Tae’s bigger hand cupping the side of Kook’s face, not wanting him to pull away by any means. His thumb found itself caressing over that same scar he took notice of not too long ago, Taehyung’s own cheeks overtaken by a rosy hue.
Then, like the spell had been broken, Tae broke the kiss.
“Fuck.. uh..” He looked like an absolute dumbass, didn’t he? “You should use some lip balm, or something.” The boy cleared his throat, still not parting their bodies.
Something was wrong with him.
Jungkook was dumbfounded, staring at Taehyung as if he was a deer in headlights. Fuck, this was confusing. He had been struggling with how he felt towards Tae, trying so hard to suppress his feelings for him, and now feeling his lips in a kiss, his hand gently touching his cheek, it was as if all of the walls he had been building up around this enigma called Taehyung was slowly crumbling down. It was terrifying, and it clouded his thoughts, now all he could think about was the desperate need to feel those lips on his once more.
“A-again…” Koo whispered, so quietly it was barely audible, almost hoping Taehyung wouldnt hear it.
Taehyung heard it. Clearly.
And he didn’t budge when it came to giving Jungkook what he wanted... Tae kissed the other once more, gently sucking onto his bottom lip as if asking for entrance, for permission to take it one step further. The older’s hand slowly traveled down to Jungkook’s waist, snaking under the boy’s Jersey, gently squeezing at the bare skin, feeling Jungkook’s sweat against the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a drive to feel more hit Taehyung like a truck.
Teasingly, the taller’s slender fingers brushed over Jungkook’s nipple as he stared down at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Searching for a bigger reaction, Tae squeezed on the perky bud, lightly tugging at it here and there. Meanwhile, his hooded eyes were set on studying every movement in the younger’s face.
Jungkooks parted his lips even further in a gasp, allowing the kiss to deepen. He whimpered quietly, extremely responsive under Taehyungs ministrations on his nipple. His cheeks were more than just pink now, but a shade of rosey red, his chest starting to heave up and down heavier. His entire body was aching for him to do more, anything, and he was almost ready to beg at this point, eyes pleading with Tae to continue.
The sight of the younger’s body reacting in such a way was enough to awaken more than just Taehyung’s inner want for more; he felt himself begin to envision what it would be like if they took it a couple steps further... Jungkook whimpering.. just like he was now, so quiet yet so loud to Tae’s ears. By now, the tent in the latter’s shorts had made itself obvious as his fingers continued to rub over Jungkook’s nipple, pinching the tip just for the fun of it.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, hm?” The older’s already deep voice seemed to get an octave deeper. Taehyung finally pulled himself up from his spot on the ground, before extending out a hand for the other to take. If he wasn’t so clouded with lust, Tae would’ve been embarrassed at the fact that he had a massive boner in front of Jungkook. But, as he led the younger downstairs, smaller hand in his, that was the least of his worries.
Jungkook nodded, eyes flickering between their joined hands and the floor as he blindly followed Taehyung to whever he’d take him. At this point, he’d go wherever for this man, his heart pounding heavily as he felt his own erection strain the fabric of his pants, lips pressed tightly together to keep his whimpers in check.
Taehyung halted in his quick steps upon reaching the familiar locker room, hand letting go of Jungkook’s as he peeked his head around, trying to make sure they were the only ones around. Thankfully, no one else was in sight. The older reluctantly turned back around to face Kook, hesitating on whether or not to place his hands on the latter’s waist.
At the end, he said ‘fuck it’ and needily pulled Jungkook close to him by the waist, trying so hard not to listen to the consciousnes in the back of his head.. With a bit of hesitation, Taehyung’s lips aimed for the crook of the younger’s neck, nuzzling his face into the warmth before beginning to press open-mouthed kisses along the skin. He gently sucked on a spot, nibbling on it teasingly, wanting nothing more than to make Jungkook enjoy it just as much as he did.
“Tae…” Jungkook breathed out his name with a quiet moan, sensitive to every single touch. He places his hands palms flat on Tae’s chest, granting the man access to his neck by moving his head to the side. His needy erection grew harder, leaving little to the imagination through his basketball shorts. The aching throb between his legs was screaming for attention, however he did enjoy the slow buildup
The older, as much as he was turned on, didn’t quite know how to tackle this sudden.. urge to feel Jungkook; all of him. Sure, he’s had sex in the past, too many times to keep track of. But he’d never gotten this close to another guy before. It was one thing to watch gay porn, but when it actually came to showcasing what he’d seen through a screen.. it was nerve wracking.
Tae didn’t know where to begin. He pulled his Jersey over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of the younger.
He guessed that was a better start than none.
However, almost as if someone else had taken over him, Taehyung drove Jungkook’s body back against the lockers, his kissing more rough, and his leg placed in the middle of the younger’s.
Jungkooks back hit the lockers with a loud thud, a yelp drowning in his throat, muffled by Tae’s lips. His jaw fell slack, granting the man access to his mouth. His body was almost shaking, this feeling and need so overwhelming that his skin is hypersensitive to every bit of attention it receives. This was like a dream, it felt surreal, how did he end up here? What was going to happen later? His thoughts were drowned out when he felt the friction of Tae’s leg against his crotch, and he wishes so desperately to be touched, rutting subtly against his thigh.
Growing needier by the second, Taehyung pulled away from their heated kiss to undo the strings in his shorts, hands shaky as they fumbled with the fabric. The older’s bottom lip got caught in between his teeth in concentration, overgrown fringe falling down on his eyes like a curtain; a lot of secrets hidden behind his intense gaze. Once he was left standing in just his boxers, Taehyung’s hands now tugged at Kook’s clothing, wanting to make it even.
In the heat of the moment, a little chuckle slipped past the older’s lips.
“What the fuck kind of boxers are you wearing..?” His eyes amusingly skimmed over the patterns engraved in the soft fabric, holding back his laughter.
Jungkook frowned, his cheeks on fire as he averted Taehyungs eyes.
“Fuck you…” he hissed, but his voice came out weaker than he wished it did. It cracked at the end into a whine, only causing his embarrassment to grow further. He was so vulnerable like this, exposed to the man that he’s been pining for, the very man he’s been trying to suppress his emotions for, trying to hate him. But he couldn’t. His hands were clawing at Tae’s shoulders, pressing his back against the wall to get some room to breathe within the thick intensity of the moment.
If he wasn’t such at a loss for words, Tae would’ve taken this opportunity to make fun of Jungkook, but it seemed like his mouth was too dry to even utter a letter. His gaze traveled from the younger’s dorky boxers to his small waist, then to his abs.. his chest, neck, and lastly to his face. Suddenly, Taehyung got the confidence to speak at the sight.
“You shy, Kook?” He smirked, not failing to take notice of the splash of red dusted on his cheeks. He looked so.. vulnerable. Taehyung wanted to jump at the chance to corrupt him. The older parted their distance, looking down at Jungkook with so much hunger in his eyes before swiftly turning him around, pressing his bulge against the younger’s ass. Tae’s lips hovered above the other’s shoulders, pressing more kisses onto the side of his neck as he teasingly grinded his hips into Jungkook, getting that desperate friction he needed.
“N-no, a-ah…!” Jungkook gave up on trying to argue him, another small noise drowning in his throat when he gets turned around, placing his palms flat against the lockers, his chest pressing against the cold surface. He whimpers when he feels Tae’s lips on his neck, shivers running down his spine, goosebumps appearing on his skin. If anybody saw him in this state, his whole image as a jocked bad boy would be completely ruined. But at this moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered more than the greedy desperation he felt for Taehyung, he couldn’t be physically satiated until he got to feel everything. Jungkook bit his lower lip to prevent more whimpers from escaping, but to no avail, his pathetic noises muffled as his hips press back against Taehyung, his plump ass rubbing against the large bulge pressing on his behind.
Even Taehyung struggled to hold back his noises of pleasure as he stared down at the way Jungkook’s ass moved against him..
“Fuck..” The older grunted, increasing his pace as he continued to grind against Kook, but, that wasn’t enough. He needed more. In one swift movement, the boy’s underwear found itself down to his ankles, his cock springing up to slap against one of Jungkook’s cheek. Now that various of thoughts rushed into his head, 90% of them were questions.
Had Jungkook even been fucked by a guy before?
Was he okay with this?
Shit—Taehyung didn’t want to think about that.
So, he settled for dismissing all of his thoughts and worries. How much more different could it be? In a hurry, Tae soon tugged at Jungkook’s boxers as well, now leaving them both naked to the eye.
Fuck, Jungkook had a nice ass... After gulping at the view in front of him, Taehyung brought two fingers up to his mouth, coating them with his warm saliva before aligning them to the smaller’s hole. Without thinking twice about it, the older’s digits pushed past the initial rim of muscle. He began curl and uncurl his fingers inside of Kook, making scissoring motions as well.
“You like that?” Taehyung leaned in to breathe onto the nape of his neck, the squelching noises of his fingers now pumping in and out of Jungkook bouncing off the walls of the locker room.
Jungkook held his breath at first, his body tensing up, but as he felt the wet digits against his ass he took deep, slow breaths to relax. Slowly, as Tae thankfully worked him gently, his wet fingers warm and thick, it wasn’t uncomfortable. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the sensation of fingers, as he’s done it to himself countless of times, but Taehyung’s fingers were larger, and with the obvious fact that they weren’t his own, they reached so much farther than his own ever could. Jungkook pressed his cheek against the cold surface of the locker, whispering out ‘yes’ to the question thrown at him, lips fallen apart as he no longer can remain silent, a sudden high pitched whimper rolling off his lips when Tae reached a certain spot inside of him. Jungkook was surprised by himself, not aware he could even make such a lewd noise.
As a response to Jungkook’s unexpected whimper, Taehyung’s fingers only worked faster than before. He pressed them further into him, wanting to reach Kook’s deepest places in hopes of hearing more of his moans. The younger was so fucking tight; his cock couldn’t wait to get a taste of it. After a few more minutes of Taehyung stretching him out, adding in an extra finger or two.. massaging Jungkook’s warm walls, he decided it was time to climb up the ladder. Without any proper lube in sight, Tae opted for spitting onto the palm of his hand before beginning to jerk himself off, wanting to ensure all of his length was covered. Taehyung might hate Jungkook’s guts, but he didn’t wish to hurt him. Resting one hand on the younger’s shoulder, Tae used the other to direct his throbbing cock into the smaller’s entrance. He could only get the tip in at first, as Kook was that tight.
“Shit.” He cursed, having to re-align himself before using some force to hopefully fit all of the remaining inches.
“A-ah.. fuck yeah..” Taehyung breathed out, biting down on his lip as he gradually planted himself deeper into the younger.
This felt.. new.
He was overtaken by a sudden blanket of warmth as he slowly began to move his hips, sinking his nails into Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Oh my g– f-fuuck….” Jungkook cried out as Taehyung moved inside of him, the feeling so overwhelming, he felt so full. His hands curled into fists against the locker, the urge to almost punch into the metal surface because he didn’t know what to do with every feeling that was overtaking him. It hurt a little, and the whines he makes were a mix of pain and pleasure, but with every slow stroke against his insides, the pleasure overtook the pain, and his breathing turned into needy, shallow gasps.
When seeing Jungkook begin to visibly relax in front of him, the older’s thrusting gradually increased in speed. The hand that wasn’t holding onto Kook’s shoulder sneaked it’s way to the latter’s heaving chest, freely roaming around the soft skin before stopping at its desired destination. With a harsh slap of Taehyung’s pelvis on Jungkook’s cheeks, the sound of their skin clashing against one another became more audible as Tae picked up his harshness.
“So tight..” He hastily licked over his index finger before placing it back on the other’s nipple, multitasking while quickly flicking the perky bud and ramming into Jungkook’s hole. Tae found himself holding back a bit, not using all of his strength just yet. Just from the way the younger’s body had reacted to his fingers, Taehyung could tell this was new for Jungkook as well.
“So fucking good,” He hissed, hiding his sweaty face in the crook of the smaller’s neck whilst continuing to pound him from the back.
Jungkook’s moans gradually became louder and breathier with every few thrusts, his hips starting to move on their own to meet Taehyung’s advancing hips, sweat dripping from his face down his neck, his dark curls clinging to his skin,
“T-taehyu–ung..” He cried out, glancing down to see the sinful sight of his nipple being played with, then down to his untouched cock, swollen and needy for friction. But even if he didn’t receive any attention on there, he feels like he could still cum from the way his insides were abused either way, and it was an amazing feeling, he never wanted it to end.
“H-harder, harder, please…s-shit…” His words were barely coherent, his voice higher in pitch, his legs starting to shake in bliss.
“Harder, huh?” He repeatedly rubbed against Jungkook’s prostate, not sparing the latter any mercy as Taehyung began to unwind; he was letting down his defenses. If Kook was ready for more, then he was going to give it to him. The taller’s broad chest heaved from exhaustion, but he pushed through it nonetheless. He wanted to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s expression as he came, knowing it was bound to come soon. Taehyung’s hand traveled down to the dip in the other’s back, pressing down on it so that Kook’s ass could press further against him. The taller took notice of how Jungkook’s peach had taken on the color red, the corner of his lip inching upwards proudly.
“Ah.. fuuck,” Taehyung cursed out, feeling a familiar pooling of warmth begin to settle in his lower stomach the more his hips snapped against Kook.
Jungkook turned his head to the side, leaning his cheek against his arms that now served as protection from having his head repeatedly jolting against the lockers. His knees were growing weak, but it got easier when he had his back arched, however it changed the way Tae’s cock was angled, and he felt himself being brought closer to the edge with every snap of their hips. His cock was desperate, aching and dripping with precum, it was more than ready to explode. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached down with one of his hands to squeeze his shaft firmly, easing the painful aching by just a tad bit.
“I’m g-gonna…. ” His voice cracked into a sob, being so on edge but not quite able to get over the hurdle just yet was such a powerful feeling.
Taehyung’s cock snapped harder and deeper into Jungkook, feeling his energy falter, his thrusts lazy and out of rhythm. The taller was close to his peak, and it was clear by the way his eyebrows were pinched together, lips slightly agape as heavy puffs of air slipped past them. Every inch of Taehyung’s body was enjoying this.
“Are you..?” Before he was given the chance to finish his question, Kook’s broken voice was his answer. Wanting to drive the both of them to ejaculation, Taehyung didn’t hold himself back. Not one bit. After many curses, grunts, and moans later, the older’s cock twitched inside of Jungkook like a volcano before breaking loose, some of his cum seen trickling down the boy’s entrance.
“Fuck..” Tae whispered, having trouble regaining his breath. Still panting, Taehyung pulled himself out of Jungkook before leaning his sweaty back against one of the lockers, thankful for the cool touch on his skin.
Jungkook came hard, his insides filled with cum and the floor beneath him stained with a pool of his own flowed, his cock twitching heavily in his hand as he jerks himself dry, a loud, drawn out cry echoing in the room. His voice was hoarse from all the moaning. Jungkook gasped quietly, breaths shallow and quick when he feels Tae withdraw himself, pulling out from his ass. The wet, thick sensation of Tae’s seed dribbles down on the back of his thigh, and he could no longer hold his body up as he dropped to his knees within the mess of their cum, holding on to the bench. He didn’t dare to look back, not yet. The way he had acted, and spoken was completely new. He didn’t know how much he enjoyed being the subsmissive in this scenario, and now it’d just be another thing Taehyung would bully him for. Unless… Maybe, this was a changing point. Jungkook glanced back at the taller man, still working on catching his breath.
The second Taehyung had been caught sneaking a glimpse towards Jungkook’s direction, he quickly snapped his head the other way, jaw clenched.
“Uh, I um..” He didn’t know where to begin.
Should he begin at the kiss they shared on the dirty gymnasium floor?
..At the way he nipped at Jungkook’s skin?
When he toyed with the younger’s nipples..?
Just where the hell should he start?
“I’m gonna go.” Taehyung cleared his throat, not sparing the other another glance, suddenly feeling disgusted with what he’d done. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that once stuck to his forehead when he began to dress himself, not wanting to spend another second naked in front of him..
‘What the fuck did I do?’ Taehyung repeated to himself, his back facing Jungkook as he struggled to make sense of his actions. Without another word, he left Kook in the empty locker room, eyes trained ahead as Tae only had one motive: To get the fuck out of there.
Jungkook quietly watched as Tae left him, naked and alone in the locker room. He felt disgusting, used. On wobbly legs, he got up, groaning quietly at the wetness between his cheeks. He decided to take a quick shower, using the one by the locker room, turning the heat up so high that steam filled the room, letting the water boil at his skin.
“Fuck…” He hissed, still unable to focus as all his mind keeps going back to, is the way Taehyung sounded while ramming into him, the rough but delicate ministrations of his hips, “Get out of my head.. Fucker, fucker..” Jungkook turned the water ice cold, numbing himself from thinking, freezing seemed to help better. After a long while, he got out, dried himself and got dressed in his normal clothes, packing his basketball outfit into the backpack he’d brought and exited the locker room.
How was he ever gonna face Tae again?
Were they a thing?
Did they still hate eachother?
Jungkook himself wasn’t sure, but he never did hate him. He needed to find this out eventually, or it’d gnaw at his mind.
~
When Taehyung made his way to the school’s parking lot— about to angrily throw his backpack onto the backseat of his crappy car, he was met by Namjoon as he pulled up into the spot next to him.
“Yo, Taehyung!” Joon’s voice rang, stepping out of his car when he was met by a harsh welcome.
“Listen, if you’re gonna continue to bitch at me about this morning, I’m not in the fucking mood, alright? I already stayed after to practice.” The younger drifted off, failing to catch the look of confusion attached to Namjoon’s face as he focused on remaining his cool, hands unconsciously balled up into fists at his sides.
“Tae.. I was just gonna say hey?” The older’s brows furrowed, internally questioning why Taehyung’s panties were in such a twist.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest, “You okay?”
He hoped that if he asked enough questions, it would be enough for Taehyung to give in.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Apparently Joon forgot he was talking to the Kim Taehyung, he should’ve never expected Tae to open up to him. The only time the younger actually told him something somewhat personal was in fourth grade, when he admitted he, “needed to go poop.”
Not believing him for one second, Namjoon struggled to drop the subject. But, he noticed how much Taehyung looked like he wanted to get out of there, so he let it go.
“Well.. fine. Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” Joon said as he watched him get in his car, meeting Taehyung’s dimmed eyes for a split second before the latter drove away, far too fast for a school zone. With a sigh, Namjoon brushed off their encounter for the moment being and made his way into the familiar doors. He’d forgotten his basketball uniform in his locker, and it was safe to say, it was time for a deep cleaning.
Just as he was about to make his way downstairs, he took notice of Jungkook.
“Kook!” He called out, waiting to meet him at the top. “What are you doing here?” Namjoon didn’t fail to notice Jungkook’s small limp, hesitating whether or not to ask him about it.
“I saw Tae leaving as well, he was pissed off— wait a minute,” The Captain’s eyes widened, “you guys didn’t get into a fight, right? Is that why you’re limping?”
Nine times out of ten, Joon was the one who broke off their stupid arguments. It wouldn’t surprise him if things had actually gotten out of hand this time around.
Jungkook tensed, looking up at Namjoon with surprise. He quickly straightened his posture,
“Hi, I uh…” He’s never been a good liar, but he knows he couldn’t tell anybody about this. Could he? Should he?
No fucking way, Taehyung would literally strangle him to death. Jungkook’s eyes flickered between Namjoon’s before nodding hurriedly,
“Yeah, we got into a fight, it was nothing." He bounced on his leg a little, gritting his teeth to endure the small pain jolting through him, pretending his body is fine, “I’m fine. I uh, I have to go now, so.. ” He shifted his weight between his feet, muscles in his legs aching as he just wanted to get away, starting to walk past Namjoon as he grips the strap of his backpack harder.
Namjoon let out one of his ‘shocked, but not surprised’ sighs, “Just ignore each other, how hard can it be?” He mumbled, rubbing at his temples in utter frustration. Joon wanted to say more, but Jungkook insisted he had to go. So, he pressed his lips together, knowing he tended to overstep in people’s personal problems. It was a little flaw of his, but really he just wanted to help.
“Alright well.. see you tomorrow.” Namjoon waved the younger off, waiting until Kook was out of sight to do all of his pondering. With a light shrug of his shoulders, Namjoon stayed put for one more second before making his way downstairs. He just needed to remind himself to talk to Taehyung and Jungkook tomorrow morning, more like scold them. Joon couldn’t have two of his best players take their anger out on each other, not when a big game was near. Plus, they were his friends, so part of him worried about their own safety.
Jungkook was exhausted, and he had no car, so he sighed loudly as he opted to simply walk towards his place. It wasn’t terribly far, but a good 20 minute walk. Actually, with a limp, make it 30… As he finally made it home, he threw the backpack on the floor, and laid down on his stomach on the bed with a grunt. He had no energy left, but yet his mind went on to think about Taehyung.
Where was he now? What was he up to? Did he think about him too?
What the fuck was going to happen from now on…
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Namjoon on the other hand, had gone through the lockers to grab his forgotten clothes, but also making sure nobody forgot anything. As he made his way towards the door to get out of there, he almost slipped, catching himself last second, “What the hell..” Joon looked down on his feet, a sticky mess stuck to the sole of his shoe, smeared along the floor in a small puddle. He crouched down, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
He took off his shoe to wash it, and before putting it under the tap water he smelled it and scrunched his nose, making a face, “What the fuck is thi-” His eyes widen when he realized exactly what it is, it’s fucking cum. He washes it off, luckily he’s got a very strong stomach, not easily disgusted by the liquid itself. However, he was wondering why the hell it was there in the first place. He pondered for a long while as he cleaned it up, being the way he is, and took his things and started leaving. His mind would rewind to when he met Taehyung earlier, he had just left the practice hall… Just moments before Jungkook,
“No way…”
He countered himself, but before he knew it, he had connected the dots for a possible scenario. So, Taehyung did not want to talk about something he was upset over, and Jungkook was limping, obviously in a hurry to leave… And then there was cum on the floor. Namjoon felt dizzy, rubbing his neck as he blinked several times, “So they weren’t fighting?”
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Taehyung dreaded going home; he despised stepping into an environment that, in fact, didn’t feel like home at all. But, the more he drove further away from the school, the anger in his mind not having quite evaporated into nothingness yet, Tae figured ‘home’ was his only option. He just prayed his deadbeat of a father wasn’t there, or if he was, that he wasn’t drowning his liver with one alcoholic beverage after the other. It was a long shot, but the boy could hope. After countless road rage moments later, Taehyung managed to pull up to his driveway without a single scratch. Considering what happened last time, this was great news. That reminded Tae, he needed to get his left view mirror replaced. It’s been a couple of days that he’d driven without it. His heartbeat began to pound wildly against his ribcage after stepping foot into the medium-sized house, asking himself if he was the only one home. Well, Taehyung guessed there was only one way to find out. Shutting the door behind him and carelessly letting his bag drop to the ground, the latter’s sharp eyes carefully raked around the living room, glad to see it was left untouched. Then, for the biggest test of all, he opened up the refrigerator door. Yes. The pack of beers were still in tact. Without thinking twice about it, Taehyung reached for a bottle. He needed some alcohol, having grown tired of thinking too much into things. Maybe this way he’ll learn to loosen up, his head hurt like a bitch. For the remaining of time, Tae spent it up in his room, mindlessly browsing through his social media while occasionally downing the cold beer in his hand.
Sooner than he expected, the day’s light no longer peaked through the curtain cracks, and Taehyung couldn’t tell if it was because of the light alcohol in his system, or his inner fear of what could happen, but his finger found itself hovering above Jungkook’s contact. Being a part of the basketball team, everyone was told to exchange numbers on the first day. Namjoon made him and Kook cooperate, and now Taehyung might actually have an excuse to use it.
[Taehyung]:
JK, don’t tell anyone about what happened, got it?…Use some panthenol on your butt, I read somewhere it should help with the pain or whatever.
Taehyung hesitated whether or not to include the last part, but he couldn’t be bothered to question himself anymore, so he pressed ‘send’.
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Jungkook was laying in his bed when the phone chimed, groaning lightly as he stretched out to reach for the device laying on the floor next to his bed. When he saw the contact name, he coughed as he almost choked on his own breath, and out of reflex he threw the phone across the room, “Oh fuck…”
He was anxious, not knowing what this text would contain. It could be anything! What if he told him to never fucking come back to practice? Or that he’s going to kill him!… or.. something else? Jungkook sighed as he got up off the bed, slowly walking over to fish his phone back into his hands that were shaking as he unlocked the screen.
“Don’t tell anyone about what happened…” he read it out loud to himself, and he felt like his chest tightened. Of course he’d say that. But, he didn’t say it couldn’t happen again.. he didn’t say to fuck off out of his life forever. He read the ending of the text and almost felt like his lips were twitching into a dumb smile, because it was so unlike Taehyung to sound like he almost cared about him. Or at least his ass.
Jungkook hovered over the texting pad before he started to tap at the screen,
[JK]: Got it. But you didn’t say we should stop.. p.s thx for the butt tip.
Jungkook cringed at his own text, but was too tired at this point to overthink it as he tapped the send button. He had to know, or his soul would disintegrate. He already wanted more, and he hated himself for it. Why would he fall in love with the most emotionally blocked person on earth! Jungkook sighed with a frustrated groan following before throwing his head into a pillow to scream out his overwhelming feelings.
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With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and toothbrush still in his mouth, Taehyung had just gotten out of the shower when he heard his phone’s familiar chime on the bedside table. Unable to put off his curiosity for after he was done getting ready for bed, Tae carelessly jumped onto his mattress, reaching over for the device before taking a look at who it was.
‘JK’
He felt that all knowing sensation of tightness in his chest, anxiety piercing through his veins. But, deciding that he wasn’t a pussy, Taehyung quickly tapped on the younger’s message. After reading over it multiple times, he found himself still at a loss for words. Honestly, Taehyung didn’t know what kind of response he was expecting from Jungkook. Perhaps something like, ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, let’s forget about it.’
That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. But what he didn’t expect to read was what he received, and his body language proved that. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was locked in place. Tae ran a hand through his damp hair, repeating Kook’s words in his head.
‘But you didn’t say we should stop..’
What the fuck kind of dumbassery was that? And why wasn’t Taehyung opposed to the idea of it? ..Why couldn’t he stop thinking about it ever since he got home? It got to the point where every time he looked down at his dick, he would be reminded of Jungkook.
God, his whimpers..
Taehyung was definitely out of it, surely the beer had something to do with it.
“Fuck.” He groaned out loud, closing his eyes for a moment. He should just forget about it, pretend it never happened.. But something told him that was easier said than done. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung decided he’d thought enough for one day, mind starting to blank every few seconds because of it. He needed to sleep it off, and hopefully by tomorrow morning, everything would just blow off. Shit, he was already dreading having to face Jungkook at practice, but it was a given.
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Jungkook kept glancing over at his phone from time to time, sighing when he realizes that Tae wasn’t going to answer him.
He wasn’t surprised though, why would he? This was a lot, he should’ve just said something else, anything, that wasn’t putting their entire dynamic on the table.
But he had to do it. He couldn’t not do it…
After a while, Jungkook’s eyes felt heavy, burying his face into his pillow until he fell asleep, still replaying the way Tae’s skin felt on his.
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