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Jungkook’s leg bounces under the desk, his pen tight in his grip as he tries to pay attention to the lecture. It’s hard when he keeps wanting to look to the side, wanting to shift and glance to the right. He doesn’t want to be obvious, or creepy, but Taehyung wore a snapback today and Jungkook is suffering. Taehyung has been sitting next to Jungkook in this Art History lecture since the semester started, over a month now. They’ve barely exchanged two words since Taehyung slid into the seat next to him on the first day and gave him a short hey, dude. 

And Taehyung is...fuck. Taehyung is gorgeous. All tan skin and fluffy hair, hidden under his fraternity snapback today. He’s so cool and handsome and Jungkook feels like absolutely nothing next to him. A shy art nerd eclipsed by Taehyung who looks amazing even in just a bleach-stained sweatshirt and basketball shorts. Jungkook never stood a chance.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He jumps, barely muffling a squeak, at the sound of his name and a soft touch to his arm. Whipping his head to the right, he finds Taehyung watching him, a small smile on his face. “Um,” he says dumbly, blinking with wide eyes.

Taehyung's smile grows, wide and boxy, Jungkook's heart does a flip in his chest. "Hey, I was wondering if I could borrow your book?" He nods at the closed textbook in front of Jungkook. "I forgot to do the reading. I was hoping to flip through and follow along in case we have a quiz."

Jungkook just blinks, still frozen. Taehyung is talking to him. Taehyung knows his name.

"Uh, unless that's not cool?" Taehyung continues, smile slipping.

"Yes!" Jungkook says quickly, reaching for his book as his brain comes back online. "Of course, Taehyung-ssi."

Their fingers brush as Taehyung takes the book and Jungkook tries not to shiver. Taehyung cocks his head, a curl spills from the front of his snapback and bounces against his forehead. Jungkook swallows hard. "Call me hyung."

Jungkook nods mutely and turns back to the lecture, trying not to scream. He still can't believe Taehyung just spoke to him, even if it was only about borrowing a book. Taehyung could have asked for his shirt and Jungkook would have given it to him.

The rest of the lecture seems to crawl by, Jungkook sitting stiffly and darting glances next to him. Taehyung is hunched over the book, a look of concentration on his handsome face as he flips through pages and jots notes in his notebook. Jungkook shouldn't be so focused on the way his fingers grip the pencil or how his tongue pokes into his cheek as he writes. A trickle of sweat slips down the small of Jungkook's back and his fingers tense around his pencil. He's very aware that he hasn't absorbed a single word of the lecture and hasn't written any notes. Hopefully there won't actually be a quiz.

When the professor dismisses the class, Jungkook takes a deep breath and turns to Taehyung. He freezes when he sees Taehyung is already standing, shoving his books (and Jungkook's) in his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He's turning and striding up the steps to the door before Jungkook can say a single thing. Slumping in his seat, he sits frozen, wondering what just happened to him. His book is gone and so is his crush.

⋯

Honestly, Jungkook expects the sigh. He does not expect the less than gentle kick to his side. He groans and flips onto his back, staring up at his roommate's quizzical expression.

"Kook-ah, why are you on the floor?"

Jungkook scrubs his hands over his face and sighs. He's been lying face down on the throw rug of their living room for, well, he's not entirely sure how long. His playlist ended and that was at least forty-five minutes so...maybe an hour? And now if Yoongi is home, he's been throwing his pity party for much too long.

"Taehyung talked to me today."

Yoongi sinks into a crouch next to him and pushes Jungkook's bangs out of his eyes. "Oh? And why are we having sad floor time about that?"

Frowning, Jungkook leans into Yoongi's hand as it begins carding through his hair. "He asked to borrow my textbook."

"Okay, this is good. You've been wanting to talk to this guy for over a month. I don't see the problem."

"He left with my book."

"Ah," Yoongi says, as if he understands everything. "So he's a thief. We have to report him, or I guess I can just kick his -"

Jungkook sits up, glaring. "Hyung! You're not beating him up!"

Yoongi leans back on his heels, returning Jungkook's glare. "And why not? He stole your book! Don't you have an exam coming up? You need to study!"

"I'm sure it was an accident," Jungkook mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. He does need to study, he was hoping to study this weekend and the next class isn't until the following week. He can figure it out but...he would like to have it back. "He'll return it during the next class."

Yoongi huffs and pushes himself to his feet, reaching a hand down to help Jungkook up. "Well, if he doesn't -" he mimes a punch and Jungkook grabs a pillow from the couch, hitting him with it.

"No fighting!" He pauses and Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Hyung," he says softly, tugging his lip between his teeth. "He knew my name."

Yoongi snorts but there's fondness in his eyes. He reaches out and squeezes Jungkook's arm. "Of course he does, Jungkookie, you're great. Come on, I'll make us dinner and you can tell me all about him."

Jungkook nods eagerly, following Yoongi into the kitchen as he begins to ramble about the fact that Taehyung wore a snapback today.

⋯

The library is crowded when Jungkook steps away from the circulation desk. He'd been bothering the student worker behind the counter for the past ten minutes. There are, apparently, no additional copies of his textbook in the library. It took him twenty minutes of scanning the shelves, fighting with the Dewey Decimal System and cursing under his breath, before he tried the circulation desk. And now he's out of luck. Maybe if he had Taehyung's number, he could text him and ask for his book back. But how would he have Taehyung's number? How would he ever have the courage to ask for it?

Pushing away from the desk, he stands in the center of the study area, looking for a free table, or at least a free chair. He can at least review his notes and work on something for another class. There's maybe a seat in the back corner and - Oh. Taehyung is there. Sitting at a table a few meters away with his headphones on scribbling in a notebook. A sudden surge of bravery spikes through him and Jungkook squares his shoulders, marching up to the table. This is his opportunity, Kim Taehyung stole his book and he is going to get it back so he can pass this exam.

Taehyung looks up as he approaches and smiles, removing his headphones and giving Jungkook a short wave. "Hey, Jungkook. What's up?"

All bravado leaves him in the face of Taehyung's bright smile. Jungkook licks his lips and grips the straps of his backpacks. "Um -" Does he have to sound so meek? He clears his throat. "You forgot to give me my book yesterday."

Eyes widening, Taehyung leans back in his chair. "Shit, I am so sorry. I was so focused on leaving that I just shoved it into my bag." He glances down at his backpack and frowns. "I don't have it with me. I could bring it to class on Tuesday?"

"Yeah, um, that would be cool." It's not cool. The exam is next Thursday. But Jungkook can't bring himself to argue, not when Taehyung does look sorry. And not when he looks cute. He's in an oversized yellow shirt and another backwards hat and Jungkook wants to cry. How can a man look so good?

"Great." Taehyung studies him for a moment. "Are you busy?"

Jungkook shifts. He sort of is, but studying doesn't seem that important anymore. "Not really?"

Taehyung grins at him and stands, rounding the table. "Let me buy you a coffee in the café? To apologize?"

"Oh," Jungkook says quickly, shaking his head. "You don't need to -"

"I insist," Taehyung says simply. And then Jungkook's entire brain shuts down because Taehyung's hand is suddenly on his arm, squeezing softly into the fabric of his yellow sweater and directing him toward the café near the entrance.

⋯

"So," Taehyung begins a few moments later when they're standing in line. "What's your major?"

Jungkook tries to be normal, tries to keep his voice from shaking. "Digital art and graphic design."

"Cool, cool." Taehyung peers up at the menu. "I'm in the business program."

"Business?" Jungkook echoes before he can stop himself. "But you're a frat boy."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? Business is very frat boy." He shrugs and waves a hand between them. "Very future leaders of tomorrow just, ya know, add binge drinking." He shrugs again and Jungkook chuckles despite himself, earning himself a toothy grin from Taehyung.

"I'm a fine arts minor, actually," Taehyung adds. "I like to paint.”

This is unexpected. He wouldn't have expected frat boy business bro Taehyung to enjoy painting but - maybe it fits. He studies Taehyung surreptitiously. Despite his general fraternity brother air, he is softer than one would expect. With easy smiles and a deep voice that calms Jungkook's nerves. His hands are fine and delicate, they look like they were made for creativity, to hold a paintbrush or a pencil to sketch.

"That's really cool," Jungkook says eventually. "I like photography."

"Oh, really? That's -" Taehyung cuts off with a huff as a body collides with him. Jungkook blinks, taking in a head of fluffy pink hair and a purple sweater as the man squeals and squeezes Taehyung tightly, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek.

"Taehyungie!" The man nearly shrieks, snuggling into Taehyung's side.

Taehyung beams and it seems Jungkook is forgotten. "Hi Jiminie," he says softly, happily, nuzzling into the other man's hair.

Jungkook suddenly feels a little sick, watching the two of them cling to each other. Jiminie is calling him baby and asking why he didn't text him about going to the library and Jungkook wants to throw up. Of course Taehyung has a boyfriend. A gorgeous boyfriend with a huge smile and fluffy pink hair who is hanging all over him. Jungkook should have expected this. It would be ridiculous to expect that someone like Taehyung; handsome, smart, kind and funny, would be single.

"Ah, it's almost our turn." Jungkook is snapped from his spiral by Taehyung's voice directed at him again. "What do you want, Jungkook-ah?"

Stomach roiling, Jungkook takes a hesitant step away, nearly colliding with the girl behind him. "I have to go."

"Go?" Taehyung looks confused and, maybe, disappointed. But that can't be right. Why would he be disappointed when his boyfriend is hanging off his arm?

Jungkook nods. He feels too warm, sweat dampening his palms and his lower back as he steps away again. "I forgot I, um, have a - uh - thing. I'll..." he doesn't finish his thought, turning on his heel and striding away as fast as he can, ignoring Taehyung calling out for him. His eyes burn and his throat is too tight, he heads back to his apartment and refuses to cry.

⋯

Jungkook is curled up in his bed in the dark when his door is pushed unceremoniously open. He burrows further under the covers, hiding his head under the blankets as Yoongi clicks his tongue in disapproval.

"This is the second day in a row you're being emo. What's going on now?"

Jungkook doesn't respond, just tries to make himself as small as possible. He frowns when he hears his music switch off, an emo playlist he found on Spotify. Before he can complain, Yoongi is sitting down on the edge of his bed and pulling the covers off his head.

"Kook-ah," Yoongi says gently when he takes in his expression. "What happened?"

Jungkook sniffs, feeling pathetic. "Taehyung has a boyfriend."

"Oh," Yoongi says softly. His hand moves to Jungkook's back, rubbing soothingly through his t-shirt. "I'm sorry Jungkookie, I know how much you liked him."

"I'm stupid," Jungkook mumbles.

Yoongi clicks his tongue again. "You're not stupid for having a crush, Jungkook-ah," Yoongi insists. "But you could have chosen someone better." He scowls. "Frat boys, yuck."

Flipping onto his back, Jungkook frowns up at his roommate. "You have a crush on a frat boy."

"I most certainly do not," Yoongi says quickly.

"Right..." Jungkook scans Yoongi then, taking in his styled hair, the smudge of makeup around his eyes and gloss on his lips. "Are you going somewhere?"

Yoongi flushes and looks away. "There's a party tonight..."

"Where?" Jungkook asks warily, narrowing his eyes.

"Delta Kappa," Yoongi mumbles.

Jungkook snorts. "Namjoon's frat." Yoongi scowls and Jungkook scans him again, eyes freezing on his chest. "Are you wearing a sheer shirt? I can see your nipples, this is weird."

Scowling, Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest. "Then don't look," he snaps. There's a beat of silence and then he glances at Jungkook again. "I look good though, right?" he asks, a little warily.

"He won't be able to resist you."

Yoongi hums, clearly pleased, and crosses his legs, fixing Jungkook with another look. "Why don't you come with me? Seokjin hyung and Hoseok will be there. We can hang out, have some fun. You'll forget all about Taejung."

Jungkook frowns. "Taehyung."

"Whatever," Yoongi says, waving a hand. Jungkook knows he got his name wrong on purpose. "Come with me?"

Jungkook knows for a fact that Yoongi will abandon him the minute they get there so he can seduce Namjoon, but he agrees anyway. It’s better than sitting alone at home. And Yoongi is right, he knows Hoseok and Seokjin are in the frat as well. He sort of knows them, he's sure he can hang out with them. "Alright, let me change."

Yoongi grins and hops off the bed. "I'm going to finish my hair, we'll leave in ten."

Jungkook nods, heading to his closet as Yoongi practically skips out of the room.

⋯

As predicted, Yoongi peels away as soon as they arrive. Jungkook watches from the doorway as Yoongi saunters off, skin nearly luminous under his sheer shirt from the flashing lights of the party. Namjoon is standing against the wall, eyes wide and mouth open as he gapes like a fish at Yoongi's approach. Clearly Yoongi had nothing to worry about.

Making his way through the press of bodies in the living room, Jungkook heads into the kitchen and finds Seokjin. "Hey hyung," he greets.

"Kookie!" Seokjin pulls him into a hug before pushing a beer into his hand. "I didn't know you were coming tonight. Does this mean you decided to rush?"

Seokjin has been trying to get Jungkook to pledge his fraternity since the previous year and Jungkook is firmly uninterested. Other than attending a few parties, Jungkook has no interest in the frat boy lifestyle. He'll take his quiet photography lab and lazy weekends spent in bed reading or shooting pictures at the park instead of...whatever frat brothers do. Jello wrestling? Drinking seven days a week? It all seems exhausting.

"No thanks, hyung," he says evenly, taking a sip from the lukewarm beer. "Just here with Yoongi hyung."

Seokjin nods knowingly. "I am sure we won't see him for a while if he's found Namjoon."

"He has," Jungkook confirms.

"Well you can -"

"Seokjin hyung!" Seokjin turns at the sound of his voice, taking in Hoseok bounding into the room. "We need a third for our game, you in?"

"Oh, I was just going to hang out with Jungkookie for a bit, Hobi. Do you have anyone else?"

Hoseok peers around Seokjin's shoulder and beams at Jungkook. "Hey, Kook-ah! Good to see you! You can come too, maybe get next round?"

Jungkook shakes his head, smiling at them both. "I'm fine here, you guys go ahead." Being surrounded by the crowd at one of the game tables seems like too much. The kitchen is quiet and Jungkook can scroll on his phone for a bit.

"Alright, I'll find you after?" Seokjin asks, letting Hoseok tow him toward the door. Jungkook shoots him a thumbs up and Seokjin disappears with a wave.

Left alone, Jungkook leans back against the counter, taking out his phone as he sips at the beer in his cup. He barely glances up when he hears shuffling feet, seeing someone enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye.

"Hey."

He looks up, taking in a figure in front of him. A tall man in a fraternity jersey, eyes slightly glazed. He's giving Jungkook a leering up and down look that makes his skin crawl a little.

"Hello," he says, crisp and short.

The man smiles. "You a new rush?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I'm here with a friend."

"Where's your friend then?" He asks, taking a step closer. He doesn't get too close, doesn't try to touch him, but Jungkook feels uncomfortable anyway.

Jungkook tries to be nonchalant. He shrugs and sips his drink again. "Around somewhere. I'm waiting for Seokjin hyung to come back."

The other man pauses at that. "You're a friend of Jin's?"

Jungkook nods. "He invited me." Not necessarily true, but not necessarily a lie. And Seokjin did say he'd come back.

"Do you want to dance?" The guy asks, eyes taking in Jungkook again. His form-fitting jeans and teal crew neck suddenly feel much more revealing.

"No thank you, I'm good here."

The man frowns. "I'm a good dancer, you'll have fun."

Jungkook doesn't feel threatened or anything, but he's not sure how to explain to an intoxicated frat boy that he wants to be left alone. He opens his mouth to speak when someone else enters the kitchen. Jungkook snaps his head to the side, hoping for Seokjin, and is surprised to see - Taehyung.

Taehyung stands in the doorway, blinking in confusion. "Jungkook?"

"Hey, hyung," he says weakly.

Taehyung glances between Taehyung and the man in the jersey, taking note of Jungkook's tense posture. "Hyung, I think someone was looking for you in the other room. Something about puke in your room?"

"Fuck," the man says and barrels out of the kitchen before Jungkook can blink.

"He wanted to dance," Jungkook explains, unsure what else to say.

Taehyung smiles at him, stepping closer. "I didn't know you came to frat parties, Jungkook."

"I don't that often," Jungkook mumbles, looking down into his cup. "I didn't know this was your fraternity. I came with a friend, my roommate." He is very aware that he's rambling. "He likes Namjoon," he adds.

Taehyung grins. "Cute blonde guy, kinda short?" Jungkook nods and Taehyung makes a soft aha sound. "Namjoon hyung is madly in love with him."

"That works out well then, Yoongi hyung feels the same way. He wore a sheer shirt."

"Damn," Taehyung whistles softly. "Namjoon's gonna die."

Jungkook giggles and Taehyung smiles, stepping a little closer until they're nearly toe to toe. "Hey, I feel bad about yesterday. I didn't get to buy you that coffee, is everything okay?"

"Oh." Jungkook feels himself flushing. "Yeah, I just forgot I had to meet some group mates for a project. Sorry to run off."

Taehyung shrugs. "It's alright, I still owe you though. Hey -" he snaps his fingers and his smile widens. "I have your book upstairs in my room, why don't you come up?"

A funny swooping feeling goes through Jungkook's belly at the mention of going upstairs to Taehyung's room. But it shouldn't mean anything, Taehyung just wants to return his book. "Okay, yeah that would be good. I want to study tomorrow."

Taehyung nods and leads the way out of the kitchen, starting up a flight of stairs. "Maybe we could study together some time?" He asks, looking back over his shoulder. "You seem to know the subject really well."

"I like art history," Jungkook admits, following Taehyung onto the landing.

"That's cool, I like it too, I just suck at memorizing things."

Jungkook nods, stopping behind Taehyung at one of the doors and watching him fish a key from his pocket. "I can help you."

"You're the best, Kook," Taehyung says, pushing open the door and holding it for Jungkook to precede him.

A blush colors his cheeks and Jungkook shakes his head. "Oh, no I'm -"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because Taehyung is grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him against the closed door. He gasps as Taehyung presses against him and connects their lips in a searing kiss. Jungkook's hands come up to Taehyung's hips on reflex as Taehyung shoves a leg between his thighs and nips at his lips.

Jungkook melts, the soft warmth of Taehyung's mouth on his sweeping him away in a dizzying current. His tongue slips past Jungkook's lips and curls against his own. An embarrassing sound, half a whine and half a moan, spills from Jungkook's lips at the contact and as Taehyung's thigh presses into his groin. This is what he's wanted, maybe not necessarily like this, but he's dreamt of this moment. Dreamt of kissing Taehyung, of Taehyung's hands on his, of Taehyung as his boyfriend. Boyfriend -

Hands tightening on Taehyung's hips, Jungkook shoves him away, panting as their lips disconnect and Taehyung stumbles back.

"Shit," Taehyung gasps, staring at him with dilated pupils. "Did I misread the situation? I thought you -"

"You have a boyfriend," Jungkook nearly shouts. "You can't kiss me if you have a boyfriend."

Taehyung blinks at him, looking confused. "Jungkook, I don't have a boyfriend."

"What about that pink haired guy from the library?" Jungkook challenges.

"Jimin?" Jungkook nearly flinches at the name. "Jimin is my best friend," he explains. "He's Seokjin hyung's boyfriend."

It clicks then. Seokjin had mentioned a boyfriend, a Minnie that he's been seeing for a month or so. The dots connect and Jungkook feels a little like an idiot. "So you..." he trails off, blinks and licks his lips. Taehyung's eyes dart to his mouth, watch the movement of his tongue. "You don't have a boyfriend?"

Taehyung smirks, taking a step closer. "Not yet." He moves in. "Can I kiss you again?"

Jungkook can't speak, his heart logged in his throat. Taehyung's hand comes up and cups his cheek, sliding back to tangle in his hair. He nods, just once, and Taehyung leans in again. The kiss is softer this time, sweeter. A nearly chaste brush of their lips as Taehyung uses his hand in Jungkook's hair to tilt his head. His other hand moves to Jungkook's hip and he steps back, drawing Jungkook with him.

With a whine, Jungkook stumbles after him, determined to not disconnect their lips. He should probably be embarrassed, as Taehyung smiles into the kiss, about how desperate he seems. But he would chase Taehyung's lips if he had to, anything to make sure this didn't end.

Taehyung sinks onto his bed, moving to lay back against his pillows, and pulls Jungkook down with him. Fitting himself over Taehyung's body, Jungkook braces his knees and one arm on the bed. The other moves to Taehyung's jaw, fingers brushing the curve of his neck as their mouths move together. Taehyung sucks on Jungkook's lips, teeth nibbling at the flesh until Jungkook opens his mouth and their tongues meet again, tying them together.

"You're so gorgeous," Taehyung whispers. One hand is on the small of Jungkook's back and the other moves to his belly, fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt to dance across his warm skin. "Wanted to do this for so long."

Muscles jumping, Jungkook shivers at the touch, hips jerking as Taehyung's hand slides up his ribs. A thumb brushes over his nipple and Jungkook moans, low and needy, against Taehyung's parted lips. He's half hard in his jeans already just from a little kissing, a little touching. He should feel pathetic, feel ashamed. But he's not able to, not when Taehyung shifts and rolls his hips. Jungkook can feel that he's not alone, that Taehyung is just as affected as him, if not more.

Jungkook presses one thigh between Taehyung's legs, the other braced on the bed on the other side of his thigh, and rolls his hips. Taehyung groans as Jungkook's thigh presses into his groin. Jungkook echoes him, fingers tightening on Taehyung's jaw as he ruts his growing erection against Taehyung's leg.

They keep kissing, mouths wet and messy, a tangle of tongues and teeth, saliva on their chins, as they grind together. The rustle of fabric seems loud in the muffled quiet of Taehyung's room. The music from the party downstairs is barely audible and their own sounds, the slick meeting of mouths and their breathy moans, fills the air.

It's too much and not enough all at once. Jungkook doesn't do things like this, doesn't dry hump frat boys in their bedrooms while parties rage a floor below them. He doesn't kiss frat boys he barely knows, frat boys who steal his books and have pretty smiles. Frat boys who are handsome and sweet and cradle Jungkook's body with big hands that seem so strong and sure.

Taehyung's hand on his back slides to his ass, squeezing Jungkook through the fabric of his jeans and pressing him down harder. They both groan at the increased friction and Taehyung pulls back, breaking the kiss. "Can I touch you?"

Jungkook is nodding before he can even think about the question. It doesn't matter that he doesn't usually do things like this, he wants Taehyung, wants this so badly. "Yeah, please."

Taehyung's warm palm slips from under his shirt and moves to the fastenings of his jeans, popping the button and dragging down the zipper. Jungkook does the same, fussing with Taehyung's fly and fumbling with the button. They're a mess of groping hands and clumsy legs for a few moments, shoving at pants and underwear. But then Taehyung's pants and briefs are shoved down his thighs and Jungkook's are down to his knees. Their cocks rub together, hard and hot and already wet with precum, and Jungkook whimpers.

Their hips roll and grind together, Taehyung rucking Jungkook's sweater up to his armpits so he can thumb at his nipples. Jungkook feels like he's going a little mad, as Taehyung pinches his sensitive skin and their erections rub together. Taehyung feels big and heavy against him, the heat of his dick makes Jungkook ache for it in his hand, his mouth, inside him.

"I wanna -" Jungkook breaks off on a moan as Taehyung rolls his nipple between thumb and forefingers. "Can I?"

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, please, wanna touch you too." Taehyung arches his back, tilting his head up until their lips connect in another kiss. Jungkook gasps as Taehyung's hand trails down his stomach and his fingers close around his cock.

A whimper spills past his lips as Taehyung slides his hand along his length. Jungkook tries to focus, pressing his tongue into Taehyung's mouth as he brings a hand to his groin. Taehyung moans, hips stuttering and jerking as Jungkook strokes him loosely. Taehyung is so hard and heavy in his hand, his skin so warm and slick already from precum.

Their mouths are a mess, tongues moving together in an uncoordinated scramble as they grope each other. Taehyung's palm is warm and smooth against him, his long fingers squeezing Jungkook perfectly as he plays with the head of his cock. It feels amazing, so good, to be touched by someone he's wanted for so long. But it's still not enough.

Taehyung seems to think so too, suddenly he's shifting and rolling them onto their sides. Jungkook squeaks and flails a little, hand flying from Taehyung's cock to grip his shoulder for balance. "Let me just," Taehyung murmurs, bringing his hand to his mouth. Jungkook watches him lick a stripe across his palm and then he's scooting forward so their cocks brush again. Jungkook's head falls forward, teeth sinking into Taehyung's bottom lip, as Taehyung's fist wraps around both of them. The friction of Taehyung's slick hand and his hard cock against Jungkook's feels amazing, mind blowing.

Heat surges through Jungkook's body as he rolls his hips, fucking into Taehyung's fist, their erections sliding slickly together. Taehyung leans in to recapture his lips, noses knocking together as they try to find a better angle. It doesn't take long for Jungkook to feel close to the edge, Taehyung drawing whimpers out of him as he squeezes his fingers and strokes them quickly. Jungkook fits his own hand over Taehyung's, sliding their fingers together and helping him move along their lengths, guiding the pace.

Taehyung moans into his mouth, something broken and needy, his eyelids fluttering, as his hips stutter and jerk and he comes. His release paints their fists and makes the slide even slicker. With a choked cry, Jungkook follows him over the edge, Taehyung's squeezing fingers and the image of Taehyung reaching his high send him over the edge. His vision shutters, fades a little and his muscles tense as euphoria rips through him. Ecstasy, warm and satiating, flows through his veins and has him trembling as Taehyung milks their cocks.

Slowly, Taehyung pulls his hand away and tilts his head forward, pressing their foreheads together on the pillow. Jungkook's eyes are squeezed closed as he tries to relearn how to breathe, gasping into Taehyung's mouth as his muscles twitch. After a few minutes, Taehyung presses a kiss to the tip of his nose and pulls back.

"Let me grab something to clean us up," he whispers, voice rough and fucked out.

Blinking his eyes open, Jungkook watches Taehyung rise from the bed. His pants are still around his thighs and he's gorgeous. All tan skin and sculpted thighs and ass. Jungkook would love to get his hands and mouth all over him again, touch and taste every inch of his body. But -

"Here you can use this." Taehyung passes Jungkook a rumpled t-shirt and Jungkook grimaces as he cleans himself up. He wipes off his hand and his groin and then fumbles a little, trying to pull his pants back up.

What now? He just made out with his crush, exchanged messy handjobs in his bedroom at his frat house. This is definitely not what Jungkook expected, maybe not even what he wanted. As good as it felt...he'd rather have a boyfriend than a one-night stand. Sliding to the edge of the bed, Jungkook fastens his jeans and pushes himself up.

Taehyung looks up from where he's buttoning his jeans. "Where are you going?" His brow furrows in confusion.

"Oh, um," Jungkook rubs the back of his neck as he stands awkwardly at the side of the bed. "Don't you want me to go?"

"Why would I want you to go?" Taehyung seems genuinely confused.

Jungkook licks his lips, glancing toward the door. "I just figured -"

"Are you hungry?" Taehyung interrupts. "I thought maybe we could go to that place just off campus for some midnight pizza. My treat. A proper-ish first date."

"First date?" Jungkook parrots, unable to comprehend Taehyung's words. His mind feels sluggish after his orgasm.

Taehyung looks insulted. "Well, yeah. Do you think I make a habit of giving every cute guy in my art history lecture a handjob?"

"You think I'm cute?"

Taehyung chuckles. "Of course I do. Would I have touched your dick and kissed you if I didn't think you were cute?" He has a point there. Taehyung continues before he can respond. "I’ve been wanting to ask you out for months but I was nervous. I could barely ask you for your book...which was also the start of what I hoped would be me asking you out." He grimaces. "I kind of...chickened out a little with the execution."

"You wanted to ask me out?" Jungkook echoes again, unable to form coherent thoughts. "But you're so hot!" he blurts.

Taehyung cocks his head. "Have you seen yourself? You’re very hot, and smart and nice. Let me take you out? The first of many dates I hope, I want to get to know you." He pauses and smiles, something soft and fond, his eyes gleam. "I told you I didn't have a boyfriend yet, I'm hoping to change that after our date."

Breathless, and still a little shocked, Jungkook agrees. Taehyung's soft smile morphs into his boxy grin and he takes Jungkook's hand, pulling him into another kiss. It's soft and gentle, holding promises of more. Jungkook can't help his own grin as Taehyung tugs him out of his room and down the stairs, rambling about his favorite pizza toppings.