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The first time Taehyung met Hoseok , it wasn’t anything extraordinary. Taehyung and his roommate slash best friend slash soulmate, Park Jimin, were out of milk. Taehyung had stopped at the market with the promise of buying more after work, and that’s when he met him. But, again, it wasn’t anything to write home about.
“Just this? ” Hoseok had asked.
“ Yeah .” Taehyung had answered.
His milk was bagged and he was on his way.
But of course, as time went on and more market trips occurred, Taehyung had begun to take a subconscious liking to the heart-lipped cashier.
Subconsciously as in, doing a little bit of makeup before running to grab toilet paper.
Putting on his party cologne to buy laundry detergent.
Wearing the jeans that Jimin called his ‘fuck-me pants’ to buy pork belly for dinner.
When confronted by his so dearly beloved roommate about his recent habits, Taehyung had scoffed and turned the other way, telling Jimin that there was no rhyme or reason as to way he was currently zipping up his Louis Vuitton Star Trail Ankle Boots to purchase butter and eggs.
Time ticks on as it does, and in this time, Taehyung and Hoseok had grown quite friendly with one another. Chatting a bit whilst Hoseok bagged his items (always a bit slower than the last time), helping Taehyung find the dairy aisle (even though there was a sign as clear as day above his head), and Taehyung’s favorite?
Compliments.
“ Is that a new shirt? You— it looks great.”
“ I’m serious, blue is your color. Have you ever considered dyeing your hair?”
“Only you could pull that off, Tae.”
“Wow.”
Their story has never been an extraordinary one, though. It followed the guidelines to almost every relationship in the world; Hoseok asked for his number, and they texted until the early hours of the morning until Taehyung finally asked for a date. Hoseok eagerly obliged, and they went to a butterfly garden before dinner. When Hoseok dropped Taehyung off at his apartment, he grabbed his hand, turned it over, and kissed his knuckles gently. With a whisper of a goodnight and a promise for another date, the two parted ways until the next week.
Falling into Hoseok was as easy as breathing.
Every kiss, every touch, every murmur of praise, they all made Taehyung sink deeper and deeper into his bright smile and warm eyes.
Something Taehyung didn’t know, however, is that he didn’t know Hoseok.
He didn’t know Jung Hoseok.
Not at all.
♤
“Are you almost ready, babe ?”
Taehyung checks the time on his phone and curses, capping liquid eyeliner in his hand. “Yeah! Just gimme a second!”
He rushes out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom, grabbing his boots to tug them on hastily. He truly didn’t mean to be late, but there may or may not have been an unplanned impromptu nap that fit itself into Taehyung’s schedule today. Hoseok had woken him up as gently as he could, kissing his cheek and running his hands through Taehyung’s hair, but one glance at the time and Taehyung all but sprinted to the bathroom.
It’s Jungkook’s birthday — one of Hoseok’s friends, and by default his own — and Taehyung knew Jimin would positively snap his neck if he were late. The two were in a constant battle of tug-of-war with each other’s feelings, but Jimin has been swearing up and down that tonight is finally the night he confesses.
Taehyung will not be late for that!
He checks himself in the mirror once more before walking out into their living space, phone and wallet in hand. “Sorry, I couldn’t decide if I should do eyeliner, but then I wanted to but then I checked the time and—“
“You’re wearing that ?”
Taehyung blinks, registering the words moments after they’re spoken. He slowly turns his head to look at his boyfriend, “What do you mean?”
Hoseok is frowning, the corner of his lips drawn down and his arms crossed over his chest whilst leaning against the kitchen door frame. He’s staring at Taehyung with an expression that he can’t exactly pinpoint, but it’s not good. He’s smart enough to know that much.
“What do I mean? I mean,” Hoseok throws a hand out, in a motion as if he’s gesturing to Taehyung’s outfit. “Is this all necessary?”
Taehyung looks down at himself, and he can’t seem to find the problem; black pants, black boots, white tank top and a sheer cheetah print cover over his arms. The thought of Hoseok thinking something on his body is ugly crosses his mind, but he knows how much his boyfriend loves these pants. It doesn’t make sense.
“I…” He hadn’t even known he was at a loss for words before he opened his mouth. “Hyung, I really don’t know what you mean, baby.”
Hoseok’s jaw tics, and Taehyung swallows nervously at the sight. He’s seen Hoseok angry a whopping two times, and neither time was the anger directed at him. He never really imagined there would be any reason for it to be directed at him. Being on the receiving end, however, is just as unpleasant as Taehyung imagined.
“Is Jungkook’s birthday party some big event that you want to dress up for?” Hoseok asks, and Taehyung just nods, genuinely confused as to where the problem is.
“I mean, yeah, it’s his birthday. Why wouldn’t I dress up?”
A beat of silence.
“Dress up for him ?”
Taehyung cocks an eyebrow like it’s obvious.
“Well duh, he is the birthday boy. It’s kinda his party.”
Taehyung watches as Hoseok stares— no, glares at him. His boyfriend brings the bottom of his palms to his eyes and inhales deeply, as if trying to calm himself down. Taehyung waits patiently, a frown on his lips and his eyes swimming with confusion. Hoseok looks upset, and Taehyung hates when his hyung is sad. He quickly gets up and walks over to Hobi, throwing his arms around his neck and pulling him into his body.
“You seem tired, baby… we don’t have to stay for long, okay?” Taehyung murmurs in his ear, playing with the ends of Hobi’s dark hair. Because, that must be the problem, right? Surely his Hobi is just tired from a long day at work, and Lord knows he hates telling Taehyung if anything is wrong with him.
He can feel his boyfriend shudder against him. Another frown, and Taehyung is pulling back, grabbing Hoseok’s chin to see his expression.
But, his boyfriend is fine. Eyes warm, a small smile on his lips. Taehyung blinks, to see if the sight in front of him was an illusion. It was as if the anger that seemed to be bleeding out of Hoseok’s body stopped, healing itself instantly.
“M’a little tired, but I’ll be okay. Jungkookie’s been so excited for his birthday, hasn’t he?” Hoseok says, moving his hand up to brush some hair out of Taehyung’s face.
Taehyung smiles, nodding, “He told me he’s excited to see everyone. I think he invited some friends from high school, actually. Maybe you’ll meet some old friends.” He muses, grabbing Hoseok’s hand with his own.
Hoseok turns the hand over to kiss his knuckles before chuckling into his skin, “I wasn’t popular in high school, baby. Kook and Yoongi-hyung were my only friends, you know that.”
Taehyung still finds it hard to believe that his sunshine boyfriend didn’t attract everyone into his sunlight back in the day, but perhaps things were different back then. He never pushed the topic, though. Hoseok never seemed to want to discuss it.
Taehyung leaned in and caught Hoseok’s lips, kissing him sweetly before pulling away. “Well, now you have me. I’m like, your bestest friend ever.” He says.
“Don’t let Jimin hear you say that, he might tackle me to the ground.” Hoseok says with a laugh as he guides the two out of the apartment and into the hallway, closing the door and locking it behind him. Taehyung holds his hand as they walk down the steps to the main floor and out into cool summer night.
Jungkook’s apartment is only a block away, and Taehyung leans into Hoseok the entire way there, fingers still laced together.
♤
It’s like a fire, Hoseok thinks .
It’s a fire that he’ll never be able to escape, because it’s inside. It licks along the inside of his body like some demon looking for a way out, scraping with it’s nails and gnawing with its teeth.
Keeping he, or— it , or whatever the fuck plastered itself to his soul at bay… God, it was so fucking exhausting.
And his sweet, sweet Taehyung. His loving boyfriend who only ever sees the good in everyone, who has stars in his eyes and a galaxy in his smile… the thought of hurting him makes Hoseok’s chest hurt ten times over.
Earlier, he felt it. It’s like a low thrumming in his chest that makes it’s way up to his brain, taking over every nerve he has. The anger, the rage, the insanity , it’s all bundled up inside his skull. It’s like a whip; whenever Hoseok feels anything even remote to anger, the demon shoots through his body with a force that never fails to make him shudder. It feels as if his bones rattle inside his skin, shaking him to his core.
He wasn’t mad at Taehyung. God, he could never be mad at Taehyung. When Taehyung stepped out of their room, Hoseok felt as if he had been swept off his feet. Every time he sees his boyfriend, it’s like a reminder of how lucky he is. How did he ever get the good fortune of being Kim Taehyung’s lover whilst being… him.
However, it thought of the wandering eyes, the phantom touches along Taehyung’s body. It thought about the flirtatious jokes Taehyung might laugh at tonight, the numbers he might save in his phone because he’s too fucking nice to say no.
Hoseok was able to reel him back in before anything got ugly, but he still felt ashamed that Taehyung even had to see that. It was another heavy reminder that Hoseok doesn’t and will never deserve Taehyung, not in this life or the next. His boyfriend wrapped his arms around his body, all whilst Hoseok— no, it had implied that Taehyung was, was a—
“ Baby!”
Hoseok quickly turns to the sound of the voice, and he’s met with Taehyung waving a hand in front of his face, snapping his fingers. Once he realizes that Hoseok’s came to, Taehyung drops his hand, a small smile on his lips.
“Are you going to get me a drink or keep zoning out?” Taehyung teases, a giggle escaping his lips and Hoseok has to physically stop himself from melting to the floor.
Right, a drink. Hoseok had said he’d do that. Right.
Still, Hoseok leans forward and steals a kiss from Taehyung’s lips, “I suppose I shouldn’t keep my prince waiting, should I?” He says, placing a hand on his boyfriend’s cheek.
They are on the couch in the party, but always in their own little world.
Hoseok feels Taehyung lean into his palm before turning his head, kissing the skin there. “No, I believe the consequence for such offenses is death.” He looks back to Hoseok, and God, sometimes he wonders how Taehyung has the night sky in his irises.
“Then perhaps I should get a move on.” Hoseok presses one last kiss to Taehyung’s lips before reluctantly parting with him, moving to the kitchen to grab his boyfriend a new drink.
If he recognized people, Hoseok didn’t let anyone know. He would much rather go back to the couch and sit next to his boyfriend. He opened the fridge and grabbed the first two drinks he saw, closing it with his hip and returning to the living room.
He froze though, his eyes fixating on the sight before him.
Fire.
It spread through his body before he even had a chance to think, to breathe. As it made its way through his body, weaving and winding, Hoseok could almost feel himself slowly fading to black. His own consciousness was replaced by someone that wasn’t himself, it seemed. Usually he has a better grip on moments like this, but as he watches some stranger wrap his arm around Taehyung’s shoulder and pull him into his side, whispering into his ear and his boyfriend giggling sweetly… Hoseok doesn’t bother stopping it.
He closes his eyes, inhales…
♤
Exhales, and Jack opens his eyes.
He sees the little scene that Taehyung is putting on right now, his cheetah print jacket slipping off his shoulder and his tank top strap fit to follow suit. All the while he’s laughing at whatever this fuck is saying, throwing his head back, eyes crinkled with happiness.
It makes Jack fucking sick.
So, Jack does what he thinks is best.
He flips the bottle in his hand, slender end in his palm, and he walks over to the duo, his shoulders shaking. Taehyung turns and meets his gaze, a smile on his lips.
“Hi, baby! This is, uh… Kwang? Kyong? I’m so sorry, what’s your na—”
“I don’t care what his name is.”
Taehyung blinks up at him, and Jack can feel himself getting more pissed off by the second. His boyfriend frowns, and Jack has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. There is no way he feels bad about Jack, right?
“Hobi-hyung, be nice, baby.” Taehyung murmurs, then turns to the other guy with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about him, I kinda had to drag him out anyway. He’s been working long hours and he’s just super tir—”
“Can you get the fuck off my boyfriend?” Jack barks, motioning with his eyes to hand still around Taehyung. This Kwang or whatever the fuck, has the balls to look annoyed.
Kwang scoffs, “I think you’re making him upset with the way you’re talking to me, buddy.” He says, shaking his head.
Jack tightens his grip on the bottle.
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
The dumbass turns to Taehyung then, then proceeds to click his tongue as if he’s disappointed. “You’re really with him? A guy with a temper like this? You can do so much better, sweetheart. At least someone with a good head on their shoulders, huh, babe?”
Sweetheart.
Babe.
The hand on Taehyung’s shoulder inches downward, and Jack is on the motherfucker in a second. He throws his arm back with the bottle and brings it forward, crashing it down on Kwang’s head. Clear liquid explodes everywhere, along with glass and what Jack assumes is blood, but he’s too fed up to care right now.
The party around them proceeds to lose their minds, screaming and pointing as if Jack had just shed a new layer of skin, but all Jack cares about is getting Taehyung out of here. Goddamn fucking Hoseok should’ve never brought him to this better, and if Jack had any say it in, they’d still be at home, cuddled up in their own bed away from the world.
But, no, Jack must handle all the dirty work and look like the bad guy, because that’s what he is, right? The dark side of Hoseok’s sunshine, the shadows that lurk in his mind. He’s grown into himself, become his own entity, and now Taehyung knows too.
Taehyung is terrified, and Jack can see that. His eyes are wide as he watches Kwang, stand up shakily, gripping his bleeding head and crying for help. Jack can only roll his eyes and grab Taehyung’s wrist, but not hard enough to hurt, and definitely not hard enough to keep Taehyung against his will.
Taehyung goes willingly.
Jack drags them out of the party, ignoring the angry shouts and curses at him, because what the fuck can he do now? Not like he can stitch up that stupid fuck’s head, anyway. As if he would ever want to. Let him bleed out, for all he cares.
“H-Hyung, stop!”
Taehyung’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, and Jack hadn't even realized they were outside, about to cross a street with a light that certainly was not red yet. God, Taehyung makes him reckless, and he fucking loves it. The best part is, though? Taehyung doesn’t even know it.
“Sorry, baby. Hyung got a little angry back there. Are you okay?” Jack asks, turning his body to Taehyung’s and feigning concern, a small frown on his lips. Taehyung rips his hand away from his own and holds it to his chest.
“A little angry?! A little angry?! I didn’t know committing a fucking crime could be written off as a little angry ! What the fuck is wrong with you, Hoseok? You’ve never— you, you’ve never even—”
He sputters like a fish, trying to find the words to describe Jack’s actions, and he knows he can’t. So he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, because why is Taehyung screaming about this in public? It’s not a very good look for either of them, honestly.
The light turns red and Jack grabs Taehyung’s wrist again, pulling him along. Taehyung does start to resist now a bit, insisting they talk about everything, but Jack isn’t about to spill his fucking heart out on the concrete of Seoul.
“Can you fucking wait a minute? Jesus Christ, you never shut the fuck up.” Jack cuts Taehyung off mid-sentence, marching them into their apartment complex and up to their floor.
Jack shoves their key into the door and tosses the door open, and he can’t be bothered to care about the slam against the wall that presumably woke the neighbors. He’s got bigger things to worry about.
He steps into the apartment and hears the door close, and God, he’s about to turn around and rip Taehyung a new one, but his breath catches in his throat.
Taehyung is standing there, arms wrapped around himself, tears streaming down his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, and his nose is crinkled up, and he’s biting his lip as if to try and quiet himself. Jack doesn’t believe he has a heart, believes it all belongs to Hoseok, but he isn’t so much of a monster to deny that this tugs on every emotion he is capable of.
“Baby…” He begins, and the choked sob that Taehyung lets out makes him move immediately. He wraps his arms around Taehyung, pulling him close, and his boyfriend melts instantly, sobbing loudly into his neck.
“Shhh, baby, shhh. I’m right here, baby. I’m sorry, darling, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, angel. You’re so good for me, baby. You know that, right?” Jack pulls away to cradle Taehyung’s face, wiping the stray tears with his thumbs. “Oh, baby, I wasn’t mad at you. I could never be mad at you, angel. I just… Hyung hates seeing people like him around you, baby. They don’t deserve you.”
Taehyung sniffles a little, and his lips form a small pout. “You… You hurt him, Hobi. You hurt him so bad. Y-You… You scared me , Hobi. I’ve never been scared of you before.”
Jack’s eye twitches at the other’s name, and he decides that perhaps now is the time to show Taehyung everything. Because, honestly, how would he explain this when Hobi comes back? It would be damn near impossible, and quite unbelievable.
Almost as unbelievable as Hoseok having a monster inside him.
Wordlessly, he slowly placed his own hand into Taehyung’s and began to pull him to their room, feet trekking backwards as he watched Taehyung’s face. His boyfriend only looks confused, bewildered almost.
Jack wanted to explain everything.
“Hyung…” Taehyung starts as Jack closes the door behind him, his eyes welling up with tears again. “I’m not in the mood, please. I’m— not tonight, okay?”
Jack tuts and cradles his face again, shaking his head.
If Hoseok and Jack had one thing in common, it’s hatred they have for seeing Taehyung cry. Well, perhaps two things then; they’ll do anything to make him stop crying.
“Baby,” Jack murmurs. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. Don’t you trust me?”
Jack watches Taehyung open his mouth and close it, his face scrunching up again with tears as he looks away, face still cradled by Jack’s hands. Jack gently moves his gaze back towards himself.
“Taehyung, have I ever hurt you?”
Taehyung shakes his head quickly, unshed tears still brimming his eyelids.
“Has Hoseok ever hurt you?”
Taehyung shakes his head for a moment, then frowns, stopping. “I just said no— no, you haven’t.”
Jack begins to caress his cheek with his thumb, and he can almost feel Hoseok thrashing inside him — as if telling him to stop. Jack lets himself smile.
“You’re not listening to me, angel.” Jack slides his hands down Taehyung’s arms and to his wrist, gently pulling him towards the bed. His boyfriend slowly stumbles along, his eyebrows furrowed in what Jack assumes in confusion.
They sit down next to each other, and Jack turns over Taehyung’s wrist, making small shapes on the inside of his palm with his index finger.
“Hoseok… he’s a great guy, isn’t he?” He begins, a small smile on his lip as he speaks.
Taehyung blinks, “I— Hobi, can you stop that? Why are you talking to me like that— like I’m stupid, or something?”
Jack stops his shapes and looks into Taehyung’s eyes. “Do you really think Hoseok would do what I did? Would he speak the way I do? I need you to use that beautiful brain of yours, honey.”
“No! He wouldn’t! That’s why I’m so fucking confused, Hobi! Is— Is there something going on? Are you… fuck, I don’t know, are on drugs, Hyung?” Taehyung is practically shaking, his eyes frantically searching Jack’s face for an answer.
Jack simply barks out a laugh, throwing his head back. He shakes his head as his laughter dies down, looking back to Taehyung. The other doesn’t look so amused.
“Do you want the simple truth?” He asks.
“I— Yes, I need you to tell me what’s going on, please. I can help you, baby.” Taehyung pleads, hands moving to grip Jack’s tightly.
Jack inhales, his shoulders rising. With an exhale, and Hoseok inside him, rattling his bones, he begins.
“Hoseok is a very complex person, and I am sure you know that,” Jack starts, a hand moving up to twirl one of Taehyung’s strands around his index finger. “Ever since he was little, he’s always been special. Other people weren’t— well, aren’t like him. He isn’t…” Jack uncurls the hair and points his finger into Taehyung’s chest. “One.”
Taehyung stares at him, silent for a moment. Then, “What do you mean not one? I’m— I don’t understand.”
Jack sighs and stands up, removing himself from Taehyung’s side. He grabs a photo from Hoseok’s nightstand; a selfie of Hoseok and the other, heart-shaped lips curled into a bright smile and a box smile to accompany it. Jack motions to the photo, “Hoseok.”
He then points to himself, “Jack.”
Taehyung stares at him, gaze swimming with an expression that Jack can’t read.
“Jack.” He parrots back, and Jack shivers.
“Oh, I like it when you say my name like that.” He says, a small grin on his lips as he moves back to Taehyung. He doesn’t miss how Taehyung scoots away just a hair.
“It makes sense, though, doesn’t it? Your sweet Hoseok wouldn’t hurt a fly. It’s almost as if he swallowed up the sun and it burns inside him, right?” Jack muses on, following Taehyung up the bed.
Taehyung swallows and nods, “He… You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, so why— why are you acting like this?”
Jack sighs and sits back on his heels, shaking his head again, “I’m not him, angel. Hoseok and I aren’t the same. Hoseok’s not acting like anything,” Jack points to his chest. “I can feel him going nuts though. He wants me to shut up, I think.”
Taehyung is against the headboard now, his legs pulled halfway to his chest as if to protect himself from Jack. “How do I know you’re not lying? How do I know you’re not actually fucking crazy, and that I’ve been dating a lunatic this whole time?”
Jack narrows his eyes, and he can feel Hoseok settle a bit too into an eerie silence. They hate that word. Crazy , and it’s always spoken with such disgust. Crazy, like it’s a fucking curse. They aren’t crazy , Jack isn’t, and neither is Hoseok. God, they fucking hate it.
“Don’t call me that.” He says, keeping his tone even, because this is Taehyung. “Do you know how many tests we’ve done? How many prescriptions we have taken? How many psychologists we’ve seen, how many doctors have told us that we’re fucking crazy?!”
His voice rises with each sentence, and Taehyung curls into himself a bit, causing Jack to take a moment to breathe. He doesn’t want to scare Taehyung, that’s the last thing he wants.
Both parties were silent for a moment, besides Taehyung’s shaky breath filling the room. Even Hoseok is quiet, as if he’s waiting for Taehyung to answer.
“Why should I believe you?” He whispers finally, hands curling into fists in their sheets.
“Why would I lie to you?” Jack says back almost instantly, “Why would we lie to you?”
Taehyung gnaws on his bottom lip, and Jack can practically see the inner turmoil he’s dealing with. Of course, he can’t blame him. He just found out his boyfriend practically has someone else living inside him, so Jack decides he really can’t be too picky right now.
“So you…” Taehyung pauses, eyes meeting Jack again, “Can Hobi hear me? Or are you— are you both him ?”
Jack perks up a bit at that, because it seems that Taehyung has finally begun to understand who they are. He smiles at his boyfriend, shaking his head, “He can’t hear the words you're saying, but he can feel how you’re making me feel. Likewise, I can feel what he feels. I’m his… hmm , what do you call it, alter ego? The ‘evil version’ of Hoseok?” He makes bunny quotations with his fingers.
Taehyung nods slowly, “So you come out when Hyung’s… angry?” He phrases his question delicately, Jack can tell.
“Angry, pissed off,” Jack places his hands on the bed and moves forward a bit, now that Taehyung doesn’t seem as guarded, “Consumed with hatred… murderous. ”
Taehyung’s eyes widen at that, and Jack starts laughing, his hand meeting Taehyung’s ankle. He begins to rub the skin there with his thumb as he chuckles.
“I’m only kidding, your sweet Hyung has never felt that way. Sure, he gets angry, like most humans do,” Jack glances over at Taehyung and slowly brings his ankle up to his lips, “But murderous? I fear that’s all me, baby…”
Taehyung’s breath hitches as Jack begins to place kisses a bit higher, getting to out halfway up his calf before he yanks his leg away, his thigh pressed against his own chest. Jack could just about cry with how delicate he looks, like an angel cowering away from the darkness.
“This— If you’re not Hobi, then I— We can’t. It’s like cheating on Hobi-hyung, and I can’t— no, won’t do that.” Taehyung motions a hand to Jack’s body, his frame shaking slightly, “Yes, he’s you, and— and you’re him but, it’s not the same. You know it’s not the same.”
Jack sighs, an annoyed breath leaving his lips.
“Angel,” he murmurs, grabbing the ankle again gently. When Taehyung doesn’t pull away again, he speaks, “Hoseok feels everything I feel, remember? He can feel,” Jack brings the ankle back up once more, “ Everything .”
Jack kisses his skin once more, and when Taehyung’s breath hiccups in his throat, followed by nothing else, he continues.
He takes his time, his lips gracing every inch of that honey skin that he can find. Jack notices how sensitive Taehyung is becoming once his lips begin to trail as high as his loose pants would allow, and Jack gives him a small nip. The sound that follows after is absolutely divine
“Oh, he’s a sensitive little thing…” Jack murmurs into the skin, and he can practically feel Hoseok rumble inside of him in agreement. With ease, Jack grabs his other leg and places it on his shoulder, his other leg parallel on his right side, “Why aren’t you speaking, baby?”
He looks up to see Taehyung with his face buried in his hands, and Jack quickly moves to gently grab the fingers, pulling them slowly from his face. Beneath those hands, Taehyung has tears streaming down his face. Jack quickly pushes his legs off his shoulders and goes to put distance between them, but that seems to make Taehyung cry harder. So, Jack is left in an awkward position of leaving or staying in between the legs of his crying boyfriend.
“Why are you crying, angel? Talk to me.” He says gently, a hand hovering the air, wanting to comfort him.
Taehyung aggressively wipes his own tears, palms dragging up his face to remove them, “I-I’m so confused, because— ‘cause you’re not Hobi-hyung, but I—” Taehyung inhales sharply, “But I want you s-so bad . I don’t know what to do and I don’t want Hobi to hate me because what if you’re lying to me and then I—”
Jack quickly stops Taehyung’s rambling by cradling his face once more, “Taehyung, can I tell you something?”
Taehyung slowly nods, and Jack has to fight off a smile when he feels the other learn into his hand.
“Although Hoseok and I are different as individuals, we share each other’s souls. His thoughts are mine, mine are his. Of course, we disagree on things, but that doesn’t change the fact that one could not exist without the other,” Jack moves a hand to run it through his soft hair, “Our greatest common factor, however, is you. ”
Taehyung blinks and looks up, “Me?”
“Of course it’s you, my love. Hoseok keeps you loved, keeps you happy. It’s his job to make sure you never go to bed feeling anything less than cherished and wanted,” The small smile Taehyung gives him makes his heart soar, “It’s my job to keep you safe, darling. If there’s ever a threat, it’s my pleasure to make sure it stays far away. I protect you, baby.”
Taehyung seems to think about this for a moment, his eyes averted from Jack’s gaze. Jack is patient, however, and continues to thumb his cheek whilst waiting for his lover to respond.
“Why have you never visited me, then? If you’re a part of Hoseok, isn’t it unfair of me to not know every part of my boyfriend?” He finally asks, frowning.
Jack settles himself in between Taehyung’s legs, “Like I said, baby; I’m here when you’re not safe, or at least whatever Hoseok seems as unsafe. Which, for the record, he does a pretty damn good job at keeping you safe.”
A small small graces Taehyung’s lips, “Of course, he does.” He then tilts his head a bit, as if in thought, “So, if I’m not in danger anymore, then why are you still here?”
Jack taps his own chest and grins, “Keeping him at bay. He gets to have you every night, I think it’s my turn for once.”
Taehyung nods slowly, then frowns, “He’s not mad at me, right? For… For w-wanting this?” He asks. Jack shakes his head with a smile, his hands moving back to Taehyung’s thighs.
“No, baby, he’s not mad at you. Jealous, however? I can practically feel him vibrating with it. A bit selfish really,” Jack moves his hands to Taehyung’s waist, “Every night I can feel how good you are, but I’ve never experienced it first hand. You think he’d let me out once in a while to have fun, hm?”
He can feel Taehyung shiver, and he grins as he ducks down to softly kiss his exposed throat. Taehyung tilts his head up, giving Jack more areas to kiss, to mark.
“But he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve, baby, does he?” Jack removes his hands from his waist and brings them down, gripping his ass tightly, “Could always tell something was missing, I could tell you wanted something more.”
Taehyung is making small sounds as Jack continues his attack on his neck, biting and marking whatever flesh he can find. His hand makes its way into Jack’s hair, the other gripping the back of his shirt.
Pulling him in.
Jack begins to grind their fronts together, and the sound that escapes Taehyung is nothing short of heavenly. “God, you want to be fucked like a slut, don’t you? Has Hoseok ever even called you that? Or are you just his good boy, who can do no wrong?”
He can feel Taehyung grinding against him, his hips angled up just a bit to brush their dicks against one another, and the feeling as Taehyung practically whimpering.
“Want me to treat you like a whore, baby? You want to be my little bitch for the night?” Jack breathes out, a hand coming up to press against Taehyung’s throat, not enough to squeeze, though.
Taehyung nods quickly, eyes closed as his face is scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh, please— fuck, please, ye— yes , I want it so bad, Hobi hy—”
The slap against Taehyung’s face as his cheek buried into the pillow, a gasp exiting his lips loudly. Jack grabs his face with one hand and yanks his gaze back, “What’s my fucking name?”
“ J-Jack ! Jack, it’s Jack, m’sorry, Jack, I’m sorry.”
Jack shakes his head and lets out a low whistle, removing his hand from Taehyung’s face. “Seems like you’re not that much of a good boy, huh baby? I don’t believe calling out someone else’s name in bed is good manners.” He muses, and Taehyung begins to cry outwardly, but Jack knows he’s fine. He can practically feel how desperate the other is.
“No, I’m good, Jack! I promise I’m good, I-I’m good, I can be good for you, baby, I promise.” Taehyung words jumbled together, his hands frantically searching for something to grab on Jack, but Jack is having none of that.
He simply grabs Taehyung’s skinny wrists and pins them over his head, then moves both wrists over to his left hand. With his free hand, he moves down to his own black jeans, undoing the button and unzipping it.
“Here’s how this is gonna work, pretty,” Jack says, “You're going to suck my dick, and you’re going to make it the best I’ve ever had.” He grabs Taehyung’s hair with the hand that unzipped himself, tugging slightly, “You can do that for me baby, right? Because you’re my good boy, hm?”
Taehyung nods quickly despite the hand in his hair, and Jack sits up to let Taehyung scramble to the ground, waiting on the side of the bed for Jack, like some eager dog getting a treat. Jack groans a bit at the sight and moves to sit in front of him, jeans and underwear still on.
Taehyung was also still in his clothes, and that simply won’t do. Jack snaps his fingers and motions for him to stand up, “Are you expecting to suck my dick with your clothes on?”
The other is up instantly, and he undresses himself with little to no care. The clothes are shucked carelessly to the floor and he’s back on his knees in an instant, so fast that Jack barely had enough time to admire the beautiful person before him. Well, he could do that later, he supposes. They were just getting started, after all.
“Undress me, angel…” Jack says, reaching a hand up to run a hand through Taehyung’s hair. The other shivers as his fingers move to grab the hem of Jack’s pants, tugging them down. Jack helps a bit, lifting his hips off the bed. He kicks them off his ankles, turning back to look at Taehyung. The other is staring at the prominent tent in his underwear with an expression he can only describe as hungry.
It’s odd, really. Taehyung has seen this body naked hundreds of times, has made himself present to each and every crevice on Hoseok’s skin, but here he sits, like a virgin, gaping like a fish at a dick he’s seen more times than he can count on both hands.
Then, Taehyung leans forward, and begins mouthing at Jack, his hot breath making his eyes roll back. He is about to get lost in the pleasure, but he quickly snaps himself out of it. Jack grabs Taehyung’s hair and yanks him back, and he has to hold in a coo at that way Taehyung whimpers at the loss.
“Did I say to tease me until I got off, angel?”
Taehyung shakes his head, puppy eyes in full effect. Jack is only as strong as they come, which in fact, is not strong at all.
“Then why don’t you be my good boy and do what I asked, okay baby? Don’t make me yell at you, angel. I don’t like it.” He says, and he’s honest.
Taehyung quickly grabs Jack’s underwear and all but rips them off, in which Jack had to quickly sit up to prevent any of the fabric ripping. His dick hits his stomach, already stupidly fucking hard, all because of Taehyung and his sweet little sounds. The other wastes no time in getting his mouth on the member, his tongue flicking out against his head, and Jack’s hip buckle, a gutted sound escaping his lips.
“Fuck, sweetheart, God ..” He breathes as Taehyung takes him down to the hilt like it’s nothing, his throat wet and hot and so fucking good.
Taehyung builds up a rhythm, his head bobbing up and down on Jack’s dick in a tempo that is honestly impressive. He keeps a hand on Taehyung’s head, his own head thrown back in pleasure. With his other hand placed behind him, legs sprawled out, Jack is completely at his mercy. However, Taehyung doesn’t know that, and he doesn’t have to. Jack doesn’t plan to stay this compliant for long.
When Taehyung is down, Jack shoves his head, causing Taehyung to gag and sputter on his dick at the sudden intrusion deep in his throat. Jack moans, listening to the sounds and the vibrations on his cock.
“God, your mouth was fucking made for this,” Jack manages to say, and he begins to roll his hips slowly. Taehyung stays complacent, mouth open and eyes watery, letting out small sounds of pleasure from what he can manage.
He can feel his tongue begin to move along with his thrusts, and Jack’s hips stutter a bit. His chest is heaving up and down, and he is sure he looks as debauched as he feels. Jack quickly pulls Taehyung off his cock, and has to take a moment to appreciate the red, swollen lips, the watery eyes and the fucked out expression on his lover’s face.
“M’gonna fuck your throat baby, is that alright?” Jack asks, running a hand through his hair gently. As Taehyung nods, Jack smiles, “Pinch my leg if you need to stop, okay love?”
With a dazed smile, Taehyung nods again.
Jack grabs his dick and slowly brings it back to Taehyung’s lips, tapping his bottom lip with the tip. Taehyung opens his mouth, and Jack practically feeds it to him, pushing in until Taehyung’s nose is buried against his happy trail. He waits until Taehyung seems comfy before he begins.
Inside him, Hoseok is practically shaking his skeletal frame with how fucking horny and jealous the bastard is. If Jack’s being honest, it adds to the sensation. He’s fucking into Taehyung’s mouth hard and fast, hitting the back of his throat every time. Everything sounds so messy, and that’s because it is. Taehyung is drooling saliva everywhere, and spit decorates his face like makeup. The sounds he is making must embarrass him, because Jack can feel his throat try to close around his tip, as if to try and stop himself, but Jack is having none of that.
“Cry on my dick, angel, fuck…” Jack breathes, his hips snapping against Taehyung’s face. “You look fucking unreal, baby. So good for me, so, so good for me.”
Before he can cum, Jack quickly pulls out, and Taehyung moves to chase after him, his mouth still open and willing, but Jack stops him and the sound Taehyung lets out makes Jack’s heartstrings snap.
“Baby, shhh,” He pulls Taehyung up into his lap, and the other goes willingly. At this angle, he can see just how hard Taehyung is. His tip leaking, and his hips stuttering to create any type of friction. Jack grabs Taehyung’s cheek and stares into his eyes.
“Kiss me, baby.”
Taehyung moves quickly, their lips meshing together and Jack groans into Taehyung’s mouth. It’s practically all tongue, and Jack feels as if Taehyung would eat him alive if he could. He wraps his arms around Tae’s waist and pulls him closer, their cocks bumping against each other. Taehyung whimpers into the kiss and jerks his hips forward, searching for that sensation again.
Jack chuckles into the kiss and pulls away, looking up at Taehyung. The other is staring down at him with so much lust, so much hunger and… and a feeling that Jack doesn’t know if he’s ready to explore yet.
Jack moves back with Taehyung in his lap then turns, dropping Taehyung on his back. His hair splays out like a halo around him, his hands up against the pillow and his eyes wide and waiting, and Jack curses at his heart for skipping one beat.
He opens Taehyung up with his fingers, their lips locked together as they kiss slowly. Taehyung has his arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him over and over and God , Jack could get addicted. He pulls his fingers out and removes his lips, looking down at Taehyung.
“Are you ready, baby?” Jack asks, and to that, Taehyung spreads his legs a bit further, his arms pulling Jack back down so their chest to chest. He takes that as a yes, and moves his hand down to grab himself, guiding himself inside Taehyung.
The moment he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, Jack lets out a gasp against Taehyung’s neck. God, it’s so hot and wet and warm and Jack can feel himself slowly falling more and more into a territory he truly shouldn’t be in.
“Jack…”
Jack groans at the needy whisper that falls from Taehyung’s lips and wraps his arms around the other’s body, and he rocks them together slowly.
He had planned rough, stupid sex in which he fucked Taehyung dumb, but… now? He wants nothing more than to feel Taehyung’s skin against his own, burning with desire and want. Jack places kisses along Taehyung’s neck, marking him as gently as he can.
“S’good, Jack, you make me feel so good,” Taehyung breathes out, his hands twining up in Jack’s hair. “S’Hobi feel good? Do you both f—ngh, God — feel good?”
Jack nods against his neck, not caring that he mentioned his other half, the one who feels as if he’s turning into an ocean, crashing and spreading with a need to be present. But, despite that, he can feel that Hoseok is enjoying this. He can feel the excitement, the desire and the love.
“We feel so good, baby. You’re doing so good, our good boy. You’re so perfect, so, so beautiful for us.” Jack babbles on, but he doesn’t care because Taehyung tightens around him at the praise, causing his hips to stutter.
“F-Fuck, just like that—” Taehyung breathes, and Jack complies almost instantly. He moves his hips a bit faster, creating a tempo that has Taehyung rocking up and down on the bed, his hair bouncing around him. Each thrust punches a whine from his throat, and Jack isn’t faring much better.
Taehyung’s hand moves down to pleasure himself, but Jack only intertwines their hands and presses them to either side of Tae, shaking his head, “Just me, baby. Just me, don’t focus on anything else.”
Taehyung nods dumbly, and starts to practically shiver when Jack stops his thrusting to grind into Taehyung. Taehyung’s back arches and he lets out a particularly loud moan, so Jack assumes he found it.
He continues grinding until beautiful tears spill from Taehyung’s eyes at the onslaught on his prostate, his limbs like jelly as they fall from Jack’s waist. Jack collects him in his arms once more, raising him off the bed a bit as he fucks into him with vigor now.
Taehyung clutches onto him, his back arching to push against Jack as he cries out, “M’close, Jack— Fuck, I’m not gonna be able t-to— O-Oh, fuck!”
Jack starts to fuck him hard in favor of fast, and Taehyung’s eyes roll back. After three more thrusts, he feels the other tighten around him and feels his nails dig into his shoulder, crying out loudly. Taehyung cums all over his stomach, untouched and shaking. Jack wants to burn the memory into his brain forever.
Not wanting to hurt Taehyung from the overstimulation, Jack does his best to fuck him as quickly and fast as he can to come. Not that he needs much, with the way Taehyung is fluttering around him like that.
One, two, three more thrusts and Jack stills inside him, cumming with a low groan as he and Taehyung fall back to the bed, still being mindful not to crush him.
The two lay there for a moment, breathing in each other, enjoying the afterglow. Jack reluctantly, though, sits up and slowly begins to pull out. Taehyung whines, a shiver running up his spine as Jack shuffles back, watching his cum spill from the other. He reaches forward and uses his index finger and middle finger, scooping it out and shoving it back in.
Taehyung’s body jolts and he quickly pulls his legs up, frowning, “I am sensitive!” He whines, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over himself.
Jack laughs and crawls over to Taehyung, a hand coming to move some sweated down hair from his forehead. He smiles down at Taehyung, who merely does it back. It’s all too domestic, all too real.
Taehyung moves to get up, to clean, but Hoseok is already restless. Jack knows he doesn’t have that much time, and he doesn’t want to waste another second. He quickly grabs Taehyung’s wrist, a frown on his lips.
“Stay with me, baby. Please, because I— I won’t be here when you wake up,” The burning in his chest grows a bit more prominent. “Maybe even when you fall asleep.”
Taehyung frowns, turning to Jack. He then pushes Jack down onto the bed and moves to lay his head on his chest, arm thrown over his waist and legs intertwined.
“Then let’s sleep now, Jack.”
Jack’s breath hitches and he runs a hand through Taehyung’s hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. This will be gone when he’s awake, but he’s glad to have at least had Taehyung once. Just once.
“Goodnight, angel… dream of me.” Jack murmurs, pressing one last kiss to Taehyung’s forehead before the comfortable darkness of the night consumes him.
♤
When Taehyung wakes up, the first thing he notices is the stiffness in his neck. He groans and rolls over, stretching his neck out in all sorts of ways to get it to crack, but to no avail.
However, Taehyung quickly forgets about his little neck problem when he feels the lovely sensation of dry cum, practically everywhere. Another groan, and Taehyung sits up, ready to yell at the culprit of last night's activities, but then he pauses.
Jack.
Taehyung turns around to see if he’s there, but to his own surprise, nobody is there. Taehyung frowns and tosses the blanket off himself, noting that someone had gotten him dressed into boxers and an oversized t-shirt. He steps onto the carpet and walks out of the room into their kitchen.
As he enters the room, the sound of humming fills his ears and he can’t help but smile. At the stove is… is…
“… Jack?”
The other turns around, smile falling from his lips and Taehyung doesn’t need fucking glasses to realize who is in front of him right now.
“H-Hobi, fuck, I’m sorry, it’s just—”
Hoseok holds up a hand to stop him, then rounds the island in their kitchen to stand in front of Taehyung. He brings his hands up to cradle Taehyung’s face, then begins to move his face around as if checking for something.
“Hobi-hyung?” Taehyung questions, vision going one way or another with the yank of his head.
“Sorry, just… just let me do this.” His boyfriend replies, running a hand along his neck. Taehyung winces; not because he’s hurt, but because the guilt is starting to eat away at him.
Taehyung avoids his gaze, “I’m sorry, Hyung. I shouldn’t have done that. I know it was you , but he… he wasn’t you. It was wrong and I’m… I’m sorry.”
Hobi sighs and places a hand under Taehyung’s chin, making him meet his gaze. “Taehyung, stop.”
Taehyung snaps his mouth shut, tears welling in his eyes. God, this was it, wasn’t it? He was going to have to move out, wasn’t he? He could live with Jimin, maybe, who has probably blown up his phone due to last night’s altercation, so maybe that wouldn’t work? Jungkook might be willing to lend a hand, but probably not, they were really… close like that. That left his other three hyung’s, which he wasn’t crazy about because Namjoon and Seokjin had a thing and Yoongi managed to sleep on every surface of the apartment so that means that—
A laugh startled him out of his thoughts, and Taehyung blinks, staring at his boyfriend. Hoseok simply shakes his head with a chuckle, “Baby, why would I make you move out?”
Oh great, that was all verbal.
Great .
Taehyung groans and leans into Hoseok, who instantly wraps his arms around him, “M’sorry. M’a shitty boyfriend.” He mumbles into the fabric of Hoseok’s hoodie.
“You’re not, baby,” Hoseok pulls Taehyung away just enough to meet his eyes. “Jack told you we’re one in the same, right? Sure, we’re different but… but he’s a part of me, and… for so long I was so scared, Taetae. I didn’t want you to leave me because of him, because you were scared of h— scared of me… ” He trails off, only to let out another laugh.
“Guess I don’t have to worry about that, huh?”
Taehyung groans again and covers his face, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the memories. But, he would never want that. He would quite honestly like to relive them, if anything.
“So you’re not mad at me?” Taehyung asks, bringing his hands down from his face. Hoseok shakes his head and grabs Taehyung’s hand, kissing his knuckles.
“No, love. Like I said, you knowing about him and accepting him, it… it means a lot to me, angel,” Hoseok says, “Besides, it’s not your fault that he’s literally the horniest person to ever walk this planet.”
Taehyung laughs, leaning into his boyfriend again, “By extension, I think that would also make you the horniest person in the world, right?”
Hoseok shakes his head, “Nope. It definitely cancels out. Pemdas or something, right?”
Another laugh leaves him, and he turns his head to meet Hoseok’s lips, kissing him softly. Hoseok moves his hands to hold the back of his neck gently, the other on his cheek. Their kiss is interrupted by a phone call, and Taehyung pulls away to find the source of the sound. Hoseok hums and moves to the kitchen counter, grabbing Taehyung’s phone.
“I forgot to tell you; Jimin hasn’t stopped calling you since like, eight o’clock this morning.”
Taehyung curses and grabs his phone from him, staring at the photo of a selfie he and Jimin took years ago, along with the green ‘answer’ button, and the deliciously inviting red ‘decline’ button. He inhales sharply before pressing answer,
“Hello?”
“Hello?! What the fuck do you mean hello? I’ve been calling you since last night, you fucking prick! Why did Hobi-hyung literally smash a beer bottle on Kwang’s head?! You’re lucky the guy isn’t pressing charges! Like, is Hobi on drugs or something? Are you safe right now?”
Taehyung winces and looks over at Hoseok, who in turn is scratching his neck sheepishly. He can only imagine Jack sniggering into a cup of coffee.
“That wasn’t my Hobi.”
There’s a pause on the phone.
“Right, because there’s another fucking Jung Hoseok walking around smashing beer bottles on people’s heads. Thanks, I forgot.”
“No, I mean, he’s not… my Hobi.”
Another pause.
“Are you on drugs?”
Taehyung turns to Hoseok pleadingly, a small frown on his lips, puppy dog eyes in action. Hoseok opens his mouth to protest, but he quickly closes it and sighs. He gives Taehyung a nod, motioning with his hand to shoo.
Taehyung grins and turns back to his phone, “Listen, chim, I have so, so much to tell you, alright? Okay, so…”
With that, Taehyung walks back into their bedroom, and Hoseok watches him go, a small smile on his lips. The idea of being found out used to scare him, but seeing the twinkle in Taehyung’s eyes… Perhaps it won’t be all bad. Perhaps there will be others like Taehyung, people that accept both of them as they are.
If not, then it doesn’t matter. They have Taehyung, and that’s all that matters. Their kind boxy smiled boyfriend who is too sweet for his own good, and he’s all theirs.
Hoseok smiles at the thought, and he can feel Jack let out a rumble of agreement, of contentment.
They don’t agree on much, but Kim Taehyung has, and always will be, the exception to every rule.
They wouldn’t have it any other way.