[ straight from the bat  we've got quite a bit of language in this chapter so brace yourself for some profanity. oh and prepare yourself. shit's about to go down. ]

[ chapter 38 ]
you're engaged

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"FUCK you."

the words seem to stumble from his lips before he'd even mulled over them, mind a hazy mess of golden dresses embroidered with smiles and flashing cameras.

this man had a fiancé.

shoving himself from the younger's hold with a livid glint at his eyes, he thrusts his pointer fingers into the man's chest, palms bitten with the flames of the other's skin.

"who do you fucking think you are?" taehyung sneers, palm colliding with jeongguk's shoulder to send him stumbling back, "think you can go around fucking with my feelings, huh? listen up jeon fucking jeongguk i'm not your whore of a toy to throw away when you get bored!"

"huh?" jeongguk yelps, narrowly dodging the other's attempt to wrench at his ear, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"what i'm talking about?" taehyung echos shrilly, jeongguk visibly wincing as he shrinks back apologetically, "no jeongguk, tell me what the whole of fucking korea is talking about?!"

"um..."

"oh! the new supergroup, superM?" he pipes up, eyes widening once he catches sight of the other's glowering stare, adding meekly, "stream jopping?"

[a/n: i'm sorry i had to- ]

"you have a fucking fiancé jeongguk!" he roars, fury seeping through his veins, "kim fucking jiyeon! ring a fucking bell?!"

how hoseok managed to still be deep in slumber during all of this is beside him, although taehyung suspects the elder was awake, carefully listening on kudos to the lack of concerning snoring resonating across the walls.

jeongguk's is left grasping for words, lips parted as he splutters and shakes his head, "she's no one, i swear!"

his words only seem to dribble even further fuel in the already roaring fire, taehyung scoffing, his silver bangs like ice as they ripple across his forehead in a wavy expanse of hissing reptiles and pointed tridents.

"you're spewing bullshit at this point." he spits, "get out of my way, i need some sleep before i can deal with this."

huffing, jeongguk throws a defiant arm forward, blocking the man's way to the corridor.

"i'm not lying silver," he says, his tone a great deal softer in comparison to their incredulous yells, "she means nothing to me. she's just someone my dad wants to set me up with."

maybe it is the way that jeongguk speaks to him, tender and loving as if he were glass he was afraid to shatter, veiny fingers gently tugging him back, that eases the firm tension at his shoulders as he sighs, only grunting a, "i don't care."

"you don't care?" jeongguk echoes, raising a derisive eyebrow as he laughs, "didn't seem like it a few minutes ago when you were all jealous."

gritting his teeth, taehyung scowls, "i was not jealous. i was just making sure you had your morals right."

"morals?"

rolling his eyes, he laughs dryly, "it's not every day you go pressing someone up to the wall of some alleyway and then get engaged to someone else the very next day."

jeongguk winces, nodding warily, "okay i get it, that's kinda low."

"kinda?"

"stoop." he whines, leaning forward to tuck his nose between the crook of taehyung's neck, arms holding him flush against his chest, "i don't wanna fight anymore."

caught by surprise, taehyung feels himself still, his body frosted as jeongguk mumbles incoherent whines into his neck, palms tenderly holding his hips in place. it's not every day the two weren't at each other neck but they had had their own fair shares of sweet moments, regardless of what a smug hoseok would oppose to.

it was just rare, that was all.

it wasn't that they were shy about touching another man, no, skinship was not an issue, taehyung and jimin had cuddled each other to sleep in only their boxers countless times, no it wasn't that.

it was rather the fact that it was him that he touched.

his arms winded across his waist. his beautiful smile pressed at his neck. his skin against his own. there was a strange shift of tension when it was just the two of them brushing thighs or holding gazes, it was him that made all the difference in the world.

and so maybe, with this in thought, taehyung would've let himself melt in the younger's arms, let him hold as close as he wanted and mumble eternally into his neck because God jeongguk's hair was so soft against his skin, maybe he would've.

maybe if the very second he does so, he hadn't caught sight of jiyeon's smiling, rosy lips and giggling news reporters nestled in the very depths of his mind, he would have let jeongguk kiss him.

his lips are mere millimetres from his own, doe eyes flickering briefly up at him beneath dark lashes that are so very close, that if he leant any further they would kiss the tips of his brows. there's a silent imploring in the younger's eyes as he awaits his answer, fingers thumping ovals at his sides until his eyes would flutter close, drunk with sleep right there and then in the other's arms.

but instead, his eyes cast downwards, long fingers falling from his collar to tenderly nudge the younger afar.

"we shouldn't." he mumbles, "you're engaged."

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even after he awakens a few hours after their conversation in the moonlight, taehyung can't erase the sight of the younger's hopeful eyes peering tenderly up at him, arms holding him forever close.

"good morning to you too mister."

jimin leans against the doorframe, rose hair ruffled as he smiles lightly at him, eyes dropping contrary to the spring in his step as he makes his way towards him.

groaning, taehyung flings an arm across his eyes as the man reaches forward to wrench the curtains open, golden slabs of blinding doom coating the wooden floorboards until he withers in distaste, eyes searing.

"what time is it?" he winces hoarsely, eyes firmly screwed close.

he hears his friend huff, weight dropping at the foot of the bed as jimin speaks sourly, "too late. everyone already left. it's just you and jeongguk."

offering a feeble nod, taehyung tugs the blanket above his head, sighing in relief at the diluted light beneath the thick fabric, rubbing at his eyelids as he yawns.

"did you guys do anything last night?" jimin says slowly, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the fussing lump before him.

when he's returned with no reply, smudged cotton outline of a figure coming to a stuttering halt, jimin's eyes almost pop from their sockets, jaw dropping as he splutters.

"oh my God, you freak! you did!"

cheeks burning with shame, taehyung huffs, tugging the blanket beneath his chin as he pins his friend with a distasteful glare. he's ever so grateful that his friends were all terribly deep sleepers who wouldn't awake even if a bomb went off at their doorsteps - well other than hoseok who lived in fear during every breathing movement of his life -.

"we just talked," he says, rolling his eyes, "get your head out of the gutter."

"talked?" jimin scoffs, "as if, the amount of sexual tension around you two is insane. don't give me bullshit, there's no way -"

his words are soon cut off as the door of the bedroom is timidly wedged open, a mop of midnight locks and bleary doe eyes tilted their way.

the man makes no move to say anything, his tall frame loitering at the door as he catches the ashen-haired male's gaze.

"uh...jeongguk?" jimin says, tilting his head lightly, "do you need something or..?"

"uh.." he murmurs, eyes flitting awkwardly to the floor, "sorry to interrupt but i can't find a charger and yoongi said that you have one in your room so.."

nodding understandingly, jimin gently tucks the blanket beneath his best friend's chin before rising to his feet, an odd smile at his eyes.

"i'll go get it, you wait here."

eyes bulging from their sockets, taehyung feels as if he's been struck with lighting, frame springing from the sheets, blankets pooling at his exposed thighs and lips blubbering nonsense in retaliation.

"w-wait jiminie, you can't just -!"

but it's far too late as he bitterly watches the man's short legs sprint from the room, his smug smirk plastered across the walls as taehyung sinks into the sheets, a permanent scowl etched across his lips.

"so..." jeongguk coughs, rubbing a wary palm across his nape, "you sleep well?"

narrowing his eyes, taehyung restrains the urge to fling the extra pillow beside him smack bang in the younger's face, his irritation only swelling as the seconds' tick by.

"don't talk to me. we're not pretending shit didn't just blow up like usual, i'm over that."

frowning, jeongguk moves forward to reason with him, an arm extended as he speaks, "silver -"

"no jeongguk," he snaps, cutting him off as he raises a hand before him, "it's about time you put your big boy pants on and take responsibility for your actions. until then, forget even looking at me."

pride swelling across his chest, taehyung settles into the pillows propped behind him, stern features masking any trace of vulnerability he had banished long ago. he wasn't going to let the younger pluck his strings, deftly dancing to the other's amusement.

there was no more running away after kissing him breathless, hands groping his skin as he murmured regrets into his ears. no, taehyung wouldn't have any of that anymore. enough was enough.

"is this all because of jiyeon again?" jeongguk snaps, fingers reaching up to a comb agitated fingers through his hair, "i already told you, she's some random bitch my dad hooked me up with!"

if it were possible, his ears would surely be bellowing rings of boiling smoke, skin darkened to the most vivid shade of red as he roars, "it's not just about her jeongguk! maybe it's you too! maybe i'm sick of us acting like we didn't just make out twice in the past two months! maybe i'm sick of the fact that we're clearly not just friends even if we try to act like we are! maybe for once in your fucking lifetime, i want you to actually talk about your problems and work it out instead of acting like it never fucking existed!"

"we don't need to talk!" jeongguk shouts back, equally infuriated as he throws his arms in the air, lips curled back in a scowl, "we don't like each other anyway! your dating that fucking park hyungsik, do i care? no! you don't like me taehyung, it doesn't matter!"

his words are only kindling to his blazing flames as taehyung draws himself straight, vexed to infinity.

"for God's sake you dense fuck! i fucking like you!"

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[a/n]

he's so beautiful i'm-

but moving on from such beauty, thoughts? what do you think gguk will say? sure he likes tae but what about his discomfort with his sexuality from the beginning of the chapter?

anyways hope you enjoyed this and i wish you a happy, successful day! keep smiling for me <33