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"W-Wait Jimin, I-I don't think I-I can do this," Taehyung swallowed, wrist aching dully in Jimin's tight grip as the older dragged him along toward the gym appearing in the distance.

"What do you mean we can't?" Jimin asked, brows furrowed. The duo came to a stop, and when he finally faced him, Jimin's features eased when he realized he was hurting Taehyung.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," He scratched the side of his neck, dropping his wrist carefully. "I got carried away."

"S'fine," The younger murmured softly, rubbing his wrist, shoulders sagging while his gaze fixated on the ground. "It doesn't hurt as much." He said sadly.

Doesn't hurt as much as losing Jeongguk, he wanted to say, but he knew if he spoke up, he would start crying. He could already feel that oh-so familiar burn stinging behind his eyes, the walls holding back the flood of his tears cracking beneath the pressure.

"God Taehyung," Jimin sighed upon hearing the younger's quiet sniffles. "If we don't do this, it's gonna hurt even worse. The longer you don't talk, the more your heart will break."

"But what if I want my heart to break?" He sulked, hands falling limp in front of him along with his confidence.

"What if my heart is already broken?"

"Don't be like this," Jimin placed his hands on his own hips. "If you two idiots talk, then there will be no more broken hearts! Everybody will be fixed and happy and what not."

"You guys can go back to being two little shits in love!"

"Or I could just go back to feeling like shit," Taehyung whispered, laughter broken to pieces as the sound forced itself from his tight throat. Jimin rolled his eyes, fighting the frown on his lips.

"Tae," The blonde repeated, tone softening when he noticed Taehyung's shoulders began to tremble. He swallowed, reaching over and placing his hand on his shoulder.

"I c-can't talk to him. W-What if he doesn't want me anymore?" Taehyung said, sniffling over his words. "What if h-he's so mad at me? What i-if he decides I'm too difficult to be with?

"What if w-we end up breaking up?"

"Nobody's going to break up," Jimin squeezed his shoulder. "Not on my watch," He added softly, too soft for the younger to pick up. 

"Like I said, Jeongguk's an idiot. He's a fucking idiot, alright? This isn't just your fault. Both of you need to figure this out, and you will. Jeongguk and you will get through this," Jimin stressed.

"Y-You're just saying that," Taehyung breathed out, chest rising and falling unevenly, feeling himself slip further and further into his own self-loathing. "He p-probably never loved me."

"Okay, that's just bullshit now," Jimin grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a little. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are the only fucking planet that matters to Jeongguk? Scratch that, Tae, you are his whole entire solar system."

"You are the fucking sun, his stars, and everything else in his goddamn universe. Sure, maybe volleyball created his galaxy, but you are the thing that gives him a purpose to exist," Jimin cried out.

"That kid loves you. He would choose to keep you in a fucking heartbeat if you asked. Hell, he's just confused now because you keep pushing each other away!" He said, voice wavering.

"He saw something in you worth loving and sharing the pieces of himself with. He loves you, Tae," Jimin whispered loudly.

"He always did, so why are you doubting it now?"

"B-Because," Taehyung mumbled, forcing himself to tilt his head upwards to meet Jimin's worried gaze despite the way his blood ran cold, heart stunned in his chest.

"He w-wouldn't have loved me if I hadn't changed myself in the first place."

"Oh, you little idiot," Jimin gripped his shoulders tight, the skin between his brows knitting together but at the same time, something in his usual hard stare became gentled.

"I don't think that's what's bothering you."

"What do you mean?" Taehyung sniffled loudly, not caring anymore if he was ugly crying in front of the older. He watched, confusion clouding his mind as Jimin dug his hand into his jacket pocket

"Are you wearing contacts?" He asked, to which he shook his head at. Before he could ask him why, his features eased when Jimin fished his glasses from his pocket, waving them with a small smirk.

Taehyung opened his mouth to talk, but Jimin gave him an all-knowing look and he quicky shut up. He stood motionless, gaze following the older as he reached up, holding his glasses out and sliding them back onto his features.

Confused, he watched Jimin tustle his fading blue hair, using his hands to style it the way he used to have it back then. The messy blue fringe fell over his forehead instead of having it swept to the side. He wasn't done, however, for he started smoothing out his clothes, eliminating them of wrinkles.

Jimin proceeded to take something out from the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. He searched its contents before smirking when he finally found what he wanted— makeup wipes. Even more confused, the younger gasped, feeling his fingers grip his chin and pull him forward.

"I know this isn't much," Jimin said, "but I want you to know that you were never ugly when you used to look like this."

"You were never worthless, and you shouldn't have gotten shit for being yourself." Oh.

"And this will prove that Jeongguk loves you," he continued, wiping off the concealer and light foundation carefully but at the same time adding pressure when needed.

"W-what are you doing?" Taehyung asked, chest suddenly swelling with this sort of panic as Jimin removed his make-up efficiently.

It was as if he was taking away the things that made him felt like he belonged; items that he used to trick himself into thinking he was beautiful, to hide all of his imperfections— his ugliness.

But instead of feeling this heavy dread which he braced himself in order to take the impact, it was as though some weight was taken off his shoulders, and suddenly he was easing beneath Jimin's careful touch.

"There. Just how you looked like before," Jimin said, crumpling the makeup wipe into his palm. "Cute pimple. Really makes your skin look natural."

"Excuse me?" Taehyung said, horrified as he reached for his phone, immediately going into the camera to see what Jimin did.

He half expected himself to cringe, to hate every part of himself the second he saw his bare face. To say he was terrified was probably an understatement. Now that Jimin removed his makeup, he could see the dark circles that formed beneath his eyes, the stress pimples dotting his chin, and patches of pores on his cheeks.

All of his flaws were out in the open, exposing him to anyone who would walk by. But before he could spiral into this never ending void of self-hate, Jimin cleared his throat.

"You were never ugly, Tae. Jeongguk saw that," He whispered, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think he loves you because you changed, but that wasn't the case. If you go up to him like this, he'll still be the same whipped idiot for you."

"But what's the point of all this?" He gestured at himself, unsure of how he should feel. Jimin flashed him a gentle smile.

"Ever heard of those people who say that when you fight for your man, you get all dressed-up and remind them of what they're missing out on?" He nodded at that, still not seeing where this was going.

"Well fuck that. You don't have to get pretty for them, because if they truly love you, and which I'm sure he does," His lips broke out into the brightest smile as he gestured at him back.

"They'll want you back just like this."

"Jimin," Taehyung's words drifted off, his chest flooding with this warmth leaving him speechless. His shoulders rose, and for the first time in so long, he finally found himself smiling.

"You are so terrible."

"I know I am," Jimin chuckled when the younger nudged his elbow back. "But one last thing." Tae raised an eyebrow at him. 

"I want you to go to Jeongguk and be yourself and be very fucking honest with him," Jimin waved a stubby finger at him sternly.

"No beating around the bush. I want you to breathe, calm down, and say what you wanna tell him, alright?"

"Got it," Taehyung nodded, exhaling steadily before sucking in a slow breath. Jimin smiled. "I'll tell him what I'm thinking, and we'll talk it out."

"Great. Good," The blonde murmured, nodding in approval. "When you two come out of this, you better be alright, okay? I'm tired of you being all sulky and Jeongguk being edgy all the time."

"Yeah, I promise," Taehyung said, with every word he felt his confidence slowly rising little by little. He held onto it, tight, knowing he needed this if he was going to get his Jeongguk back.

"Alright," Jimin hummed, jutting his chin toward the gym. "I'll see you."

And just as Taehyung was about to run toward the building, Jimin called his name again. He stopped, turning around, ready to ask what else the older wanted to say.

But the words instantly died on his tongue, the smile he wore falling from his lips. The air filling his lungs was knocked right out of his chest when he saw what Jimin was holding up.

The bracelet. Jeongguk's bracelet for him.

"I saw this in the trashbin in your room," Jimim said, rubbing the side of his neck. "It looked really important, so I picked it up and kept it. I don't know if you meant— um, hello?"

Taehyung hugged Jimin tight, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close as his eyes fell shut. The older was stiff beneath him, but eventually he eased and a single hand settled on his upper back, patting him gently.

"I hate you," Jimin said. Without even seeing his face, he could picture him smiling. "You gonna take the bracelet or not?"

"Thank you," Taehyung pulled away, taking the bracelet from him and sliding it over his wrist. He swallowed at the way his heart rocked in his chest seeing the word Specs across his skin.

It had been so long since he heard Specs. Taehyung inhaled sharply, trying to keep himself together for a little while longer. He glanced back up at Jimin, the smile he wore struggling to hold but he held it there anyways.

"Go get your man," Jimin pushed him off of him, nudging him in the direction of the gym.

And so, he went.

Taehyung didn't know why he was running to be honest. There wasn't really a reason to, but here he was, legs pumping from beneath him as he pushed past the entrance and into the massive gym.

Perhaps he was running, fearing that if he didn't catch Jeongguk quick enough he would lose him. It was as if some timer was ticking down in the back of his mind, screaming at him to just go.

He wanted Jeongguk back. Fuck, he needed him back. All this time apart, he realized how much he missed his best friend, his always, his person, and the boy who held his fucking heart in his palms.

Jeongguk was the one person he couldn't lose, and even though any second now his legs would give out, he pushed himself harder to find him. He had to be there when he got into the gym; he couldn't lose him again.

His heart hammered in his ears, the incessant throb nearly dizzying, but Taehyung kept going. He ran down the corridor, following the signs leading to the main gym, but before he could turn a corner he heard voices.

Taehyung came to a stop, leaning against the wall as he gasped for air, desperately sucking in strained breaths. He pressed his back onto the wall as the voices grew louder, though he couldn't understand anything.

Whoever were around the corner were speaking fluent Japanese, and unfortunately for him, he didn't understand a single word of that language.

Weird. There weren't that many Japanese students at their school, and shortly, Taehyung remembered that Jeongguk happened to speak it rather well. At that, his eyebrows shot upward along with his heart realizing maybe it was Jeongguk.

His lips cracked a relieved smile as he turned around the corner, Jeongguk's name already on his tongue, ready to be called out. But before he could, the words died on his lips, smile faltering when he saw not one but two people by the exit.

And they were standing close to one another.

But not in a friendly way.

Taehyung's mouth twitched, a frown itching to splay itself over his features while he watched them bicker back and forth in a foreign language. His once gentle gaze hardened along with his jaw, noticing how the taller figure placed his hand on his Jeongguk's hip.

Jeongguk pushed him off, but Taehyung swore he saw hesitation in his actions unless he wasn't seeing things clearly. It could have been the fact his heart was thrashing around in his chest, making his entire world spin on a fucking axis to the point he couldn't think clearly.

Or it could have been that nagging feeling at the bottom of his gut. It wasn't insecurity surprisingly but this other emotion gnawing away at him, making his stomach clench and his jaw impossibly tighten.

It crashed over him like a wave and consumed him before spitting him right back out when that stranger stepped closer. Jealousy, was it called?

Jeongguk didn't look too happy, and neither was he.

Was this what he was doing all along? Hanging out with other guys and making excuses to avoid him? Was this what the two of them have come to? Was he so fucking irrelevant to Jeongguk over that one fight that Jeongguk had become bored of him?

Taehyung shook his head, scoffing lightly to himself. He rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as the two continued to talk in hushed whispers. But before he could walk away and fall apart, Jimin's words rung in his ears, holding him together.

Get him back. Remind him of what he's missing and fix your shit. But how?

By now, he supposed he would be crying seeing his boyfriend this close and personal with another guy. He would be running away, all snotty and gross and severely broken-hearted. By now, his insecurities and pain would have caught up to him.

But this feeling— this wasn't insecurity and sadness and self-pity anymore. It was pent-up frustration, anger, and disappointment which stung— it hurt.

Taehyung was hurt. And this was all because of them.

It was their fault for doing this to themselves, and yet they haven't fixed anything at all.

Eventually the guy walked away after whispering something in Jeongguk's ear. For a second, he watched Jeongguk's features pale, and it was then did he start slowly approaching him, insides numb and jaw clenched ever so tight.

He watched him fumble for his phone, and when he did find it, Jeongguk dialed somebody. Taehyung rolled his eyes, wondering who else Jeongguk spent his time with other than him. What else did he lie about just to avoid him?

God, did he really forget about how much they felt about one another? Did he forget about all the time they spent together? Well, it sure looked like it. It was like they were strangers.

Did he really have to remind him of what they used to be almost two months ago? Did he really have to remind Jeongguk of what they should have been fighting for harder?

And there, as Jeongguk brought his phone up to his ear, anxiously waiting for the person to pick up, he felt his phone buzz.

It rang, his ringtone echoing off the tile. Taehyung came to a stop, hands shoved in his pockets as he stared ahead of him. Jeongguk swallowed the second he saw him, and he knew. He knew his stomach must have dropped because he knew Taehyung was there.

"Hi there," Taehyung said bitterly, coming to a stop in front of him. "You still busy?"

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Jeongguk didn't know what to say, or well, how he should explain.

He stood still, hand dropping to his side realizing that it was Taehyung standing in front of him. It was actually him, and god, he realized how it had been so long since they had seen one another, stared at one another.

All this time he avoided him, thinking Taehyung was irritated with him, or rather, hated him for hurting his feelings after he put so much of his trust into him to not break his heart. He regretted all of this: not telling him he loved him, and fuck, saying that he didn't mean it when he confessed.

When really he knew Taehyung meant it. It was all he ever wanted to hear, but it scared him. Fucking terrified him Taehyung said it while they were fighting instead of the way he pictured it.

Fuck, he was an idiot. He was a fucking idiot for even ignoring him. He shouldn't have done that, hell, he probably should have talked to him even though he was scared shitless that maybe Taehyung didn't want him anymore after their fight.

No— he should have told him that he felt the same way and fought for him. All the should-haves plagued his mind, the words wrapping around his throat and suffocating him as they dug into his skin, reminding him of what could have happened if he wasn't so scared.

But now, all of that was probably came true by the way Taehyung was scowling at him, dark eyes narrowed and jaw clenched tight.

God, they messed up. He messed this up. They were supposed to be doing this together and make it work, but here they were, driving one another apart.

What the hell happened to them?

"You still busy?" Taehyung asked passively, eyeing him up and down, unaware of how his intense stare made him squirm beneath his skin.

"I was going to come back," Jeongguk whispered, stepping toward the older. "What you saw—,"

"—Don't," The older cut him off. "Just don't."

"Taehyung," He said, reaching out for him but he pulled back, hurt flashing through his eyes. "I swear to you, what you saw wasn't what it looked like. I told him no, Tae. I didn't want him."

"Sure looked like it," Taehyung rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "To think I came here to talk to you, but this was what you were doing the entire time."

"I wasn't doing anything!" Jeongguk's brows drew together into a bunch. "Taehyung, I would never do that to you. I'd never hurt you intentionally."

"So you can hurt me on accident? That isn't any different?" Taehyung scoffed. "If you didn't want me, tell me. Tell me instead of going out with other guys behind my back."

"That wasn't what I was doing," Jeongguk cried out, shaking his head quickly as he tried to close the distance between them but Taehyung stepped back every time he advanced forward.

"Taehyung, listen to me," He grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him to come close to him. Taehyung's eyebrows raised on his tanned features, and for a second his hard facade cracked.

"It's you. It was always you," Jeongguk said, fingers tightening around his wrist. "He's just a friendly guy, and one of my teammates—,"

"— There you go making excuses," Taehyung spat, yanking his hand away from him. Jeongguk gulped, feeling his heart further plunge into his chest.

"You and your fucking excuses, Jeongguk," He said, voice risingly unevenly. "Every single time you do something wrong, you make an excuse just so you won't have to take the blame."

"What?" Jeongguk whispered, unable to hear himself by the way his blood pounded in his head.

"At the beginning, I trusted you. I trusted that you were going to volleyball. I accepted that maybe I'm not important to you. I was okay with that," He said, words trembling with anger.

"But this— this was what you were doing? This entire time?"

"Taehyung," He whispered again, but before he could explain, he glanced over his shoulder and spotted Yugyeom and San walking by. Fuck, they couldn't see us like this.

Before they could turn the corner and see them, Jeongguk yanked Taehyung after him, ignoring his complaints as he dragged him toward one of the team meeting rooms. He threw the door open and pushed Taehyung inside, quickly shutting the door behind them and locking it just in case.

"What was that for?" Taehyung asked, arms crossed over his chest as Jeongguk approached him in the darkness, the only light being the moonlight spilling out from the small windows. 

"Hear me out," Jeongguk ignored him. "You are important to me, Tae. I know I haven't been around lately, but I swear I was saying the truth every time."

"Then why did you leave me?" Taehyung breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly, "Why were you with him? Why did you let him touch you?"

"He's a teammate I met in Japan, Tae. He's my only friend there, and I told you, he's friendly," Jeongguk said, but it was clear Taehyung wasn't listening to him.

"Tae, listen—,"

"— I'm listening," Taehyung snapped, "I always listened. I was always listening. You are the one that isn't hearing what I'm saying!"

"Why are you letting him touch you!"

"You aren't listening to me either! Why won't you believe me when I tell you it's you?" Jeongguk asked, struggling to keep himself together. Taehyung shook his head.

"He means nothing to me." Taehyung scoffed at him.

"Do you not get it?" He whispered. Jeongguk raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought I wasn't enough for you. I thought you didn't love me, and seeing you with him only confirmed that maybe it was true."

"That's not fair," Jeongguk said, chest tightening. "Do not shove your words into my mouth."

"You wouldn't know what fair means," He spat bitterly. "You of all people don't get to say what's fair or not."

"Oh enlighten me," Jeongguk stepped closer, feeling the frustration inside of him building up. "Tell me why I'm not fair. Tell me why I'm so wrong. Tell me why it's going to be my fucking fault at the end of this!"

"You left me without saying a word! You didn't give me an explanation," Taehyung shouted. "You left and you expected me to understand! Yes, I know you love volleyball, but you left me. You ignored me, and you forgot about me."

"You of all people promised me that you would be permanent," He whispered, tone softening for a second as his words chipped away at Jeongguk's heart.

"But why are you treating me like I'm temporary?"

"Don't start that. Don't," Jeongguk snarled, "You're not understanding—,"

"— Then make me understand! Make me fucking understand why you're treating me this way!" Taehyung cried out. "All you could have done was remind me that you were there."

"But you left! You left like the rest of them!"

"Taehyung, I tried," Jeongguk reached out for him, but the older slapped his hand away.

"You didn't try hard enough," Taehyung whispered, words breaking, shattering on his tongue.

"And neither did you," Jeongguk didn't realize how close they were standing, their bodies parallel from one another. He met the older's intense gaze, feeling himself swallow despite this numbness paralyzing him completely.

"But at least I didn't have to go ahead and cheat."

Jeongguk's stomach dropped, "T-That's too far. That is way too far. I-I wouldn't ever." Taehyung rolled his eyes, stepping forward, chest brushing against his.

"I cried over you, you know that?" Taehyung said lowly, voice oddly calm, steady even. "Every night. I was in your fucking hoodie, crying my eyes out because I thought you would never love me."

"T-this isn't fair," Jeongguk tried to fight back, grunting quietly when his back ran into the wall. "I didn't do that on purpose. I didn't know—,"

"— You don't know a lot of things," Taehyung snarled. "I'm tired of getting hurt. I thought you knew that, but I guess you didn't. You. Didn't. Care."

"But you never cared anyways," He snapped, "You never care about anything than yourself. People were right about you. I can't believe I let you fool me."

"You're nothing but a selfish, self-centered fuckboy."

"Oh wow. I didn't care?" Jeongguk scoffed. "You're being selfish. You're jumping to fucking conclusions, but I guess that's how it is. Must be tiring being you."

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow at him, his body looming over his but Jeongguk wasn't going to let him win even if his judgement was clouded by anger.

"Must be tiring overthinking every single fucking thing," Jeongguk shouted back, shoving him. "You expect everyone to treat you carefully, like you're so fucking delicate. Stop playing the victim, Tae."

"You can't keep using your fucking insecurities as an excuse for everything. You say I make excuses? Well you do too, and you never accept the fact that you're fucking shitty too," Jeongguk spat out.

"I thought you would understand. I thought you did, and yeah, it's my fault for not saying anything but you disappoint me," He said, dealing blow after blow as Taehyung's expression remained unreadable.

"You fucking disappoint me."

"Guess we're both disappointments. Not only do you forget about me, but you also forget about your family. You're so fucking consumed by volleyball, nothing else matters huh?" Taehyung shoved him back.

"Not even your own sisters and your sick mom."

"Shut the fuck up, Taehyung," Jeongguk pushed him back, vision slowly being consumed by red, ignoring the way his throat was swelling shut.

"You're horrible. You're so fucking horrible. People are right," He shook his head angrily, "You are ugly. You deserve every single fucking thing they've done to 'cuz you're right." He watched as Taehyung's eyes darkened.

"You're not enough for anyone," Jeongguk breathed exasperatedly, shoving Taehyung back again until the both of them were backed up against the table in the center of the room.

"Because you're nothing. You mean nothing to—,"

He was cut off, feeling Taehyung's hands grab both sides of his face and yank him forward, crashing their lips together. Jeongguk's brows knitted together as Taehyung held him close, his nails slightly digging into his jaw while he kissed him hard.

He left him dizzy, legs weak, and sent his world spinning with the way he crushed his lips beneath his. Jeongguk wrapped his fingers around his wrists, trying to steady himself but failing as Taehyung's tongue swipe across his lower lip, teeth clinking against his.

However, Taehyung pulled away quickly, breathing hard through his nose and eyes narrowed with this anger Jeongguk couldn't explain. They stared at one another, silent except for their heavy pants.

"You've been pissing me off lately," Taehyung said darkly, voice rough and raspy. "You hurt me."

"And you're hurting me, but nobody ever wins, hm?" Jeongguk replied darkly.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, and before he could say something snarky back, the younger connected their lips together again in a heated, frustrated frenzy. Chins bumped and noses were crushed against one another. It was sloppy with every wet clash of their tongue and graze of teeth.

But at the same time, it was like every single ounce of their frustrations and pains were out in the open, being devoured and torn apart by knee-weakening kisses, heavy moans, and roaming hands squeezing at every inch of supple flesh.

Somewhere along the lines, Jeongguk hopped on the table while Taehyung kicked chairs aside, the plastic furniture clattering to the ground. Taehyung tilted his head up, capturing his lips between his, teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth before sliding his tongue into Jeongguk's hot mouth.

Jeongguk slung his arms around his neck, his legs curling around Taehyung's waist and bringing him impossibly close, wanting to feel him and push him away out of spite at the same time. He was split in half, letting his anger control his mind.

He tugged at Taehyung's hair roughly as his mouth opening wide, allowing for Taehyung's tongue to ravish him properly. They haven't tasted one another in so long it felt foreign, the way Taehyung felt on him hitting him with so much deja vu that made his entire head spin.

This wasn't exactly how Jeongguk pictured things to turn out to, but he wasn't sure if he was complaining either no matter how wrong it felt.

Taehyung popped his mouth off his, saliva-coated lips trailing down his jaw and mouthing at the bone before traveling down to his jugular. Jeongguk let out breathy pants, tilting his back and letting his eyes fall shut as his nails grazed the nape of his lover's neck.

Taehyung sucked harshly on the skin, keening at every breath Jeongguk sucked in and every pitchy whimper before swirling his tongue over every bite. He teethed at his collarbone, nibbling at the ridge. He pulled back, licking a stripe down the younger's neck, glaring at him while he did so.

It wasn't long until Jeongguk's shirt came off, and unlike what he expected, Jeongguk flinched, crying out and nearly folding over when Taehyung's hot mouth encompassed his nipple.

Sensitive, he squirmed beneath wet warmth, fingers yanking Taehyung's locks while the older's tongue swirled around his sensitive bud. He let out airy moans, toes curling and back slightly arching forward when Taehyung took it between his teeth, lightly biting down.

"F-fuck you," Jeongguk breathed, writhing in pleasure beneath Taehyung while the older took his other hardened nipple between his finger, rubbing it relentlessly until the bud was swollen and sore.

"I'm the one doing that, princess," He shivered as Taehyung's heavy vowels tickled his bare chest, and again, without any shame he twisted Jeongguk's nipple, making him cry out his name.

Shit, all of this was different, exhilarating in the most addictive way as adrenaline pounded through himfrom their argument mixed with the immense amount of pleasure twisting his lower stomach into knots.

He was already hard, cock aching and trapped beneath his boxers, dripping wet with so much precum the material stuck at uncomfortable angles. He dug his ankles into Taehyung's lower back, trying to fight the moans to spite the older, not letting him have the satisfaction of undoing him do easily.

But Taehyung wasn't dumb— he caught on. The older scoffed, pulling off his and staring at his work with a smug smirk. Both nipples were stiff, swollen bright red, and stinging from the cool air that hit them, making Jeongguk hiss through his teeth.

Little did Jeongguk know, Taehyung was loving every passing second, wanting to get him back with some sort of payback.

"Same place as always hm?" Taehyung leaned against his ear, teasing the shell with his teeth, basking in the way Jeongguk trembled below him with this newfound eagerness.

Jeongguk tried to fight the disappointment coiling in aroumd his stomach when Taehyung turned toward his duffle he dropped by the door. He watched beneath thick lashes as Taehyung bent over and dug through his bag to find the contents he needed.

"Tell me," Taehyung whispered roughly as he set the mini bottle of lube and condom wrappers he found on the space beside him.

He kissed Jeongguk again, pushing against his lips hard, stealing the air from his lungs before pulling back, hair falling over his eyes. He eyed him up and down, his fingers squeezing his thighs, digging into them, the pain making Jeongguk squeak.

"Did he ever fuck you?"

"W-What? N-No," Jeongguk said, brows drawn tight into a bunch as he let Taehyung take off his shoes, then his socks, and eventually the rest of his garments.

"Are you lying to me?" Taehyung asked quietly, breath hot against his ear, making him squirm. He shook his head, staring down at his lap while the older took off his sweatshirt and dumped it to the ground.

"Let me say this," He yelped, feeling the older push him back and moved his legs. He spread them aside to give him a better view of his pretty pink little hole, amusement flickering in his eyes watching Jeongguk clench over nothing.

"Did you ever want him to fuck you, princess?" He hummed, and before Jeongguk could answer, he gasped out, thighs clenching when the older slipped his fingers into his hole.

"N-No, I s-swear," Jeongguk sputtered. "N-never."

He wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck, pulling him close as his head leaned against his bare shoulder. His lips slackened, a moan falling out as Taehyung prodded around inside of him.

"Did you imagine it?" Taehyung clicked his tongue, adding another one in, eliciting drawn out whimpers from the younger as his fingers rubbed at his inner walls.

"No," The younger whispered, eyes squeezing shut as he clenched around the older's fingers. He breathed unevenly, sucking in air through his noses as he felt that addicting burn electrify his nerves.

"Do you mean it?" Taehyung asked, sliding his fingers out despite the younger tugging at his hair for him to put it back in.

"I-I do," He nodded, gasping when the older's fingers entered him again, making him jolt as they brushed over his prostate. Jeongguk dug his fingers into his back, groaning softly as Taehyung continued to spread him open, his eyelids fluttering shut.

God, he couldn't think straight, especially since he was naked and spread out for Taehyung, who he was literally shouting at minutes ago. But everything had seemed to mix together both his pleasure and anger, the lines simply too blurred to focus.

And as much as Jeongguk wanted the last word, the final blow to piss Taehyung off, he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to speak while he fucked him with his fingers, his hips mindlessly bucking to match his thrusts angled right toward his prostate as he moaned shamelessly. 

What the fuck happened to them?

He wanted him to hurt, but at the same time he couldn't remember why. Why were they doing this? Arguing? But the thoughts melted away from his mind when he felt the coil inside his gut tighten.

"Oh princess," The older slipped his fingers out of him, and before he could protest, he flipped them over, pressing Jeongguk against the table with his ass arched up for him.

Jeongguk held his breath, feeling the older lean on top of him, his clothed hard-on slipping between his ass. He swallowed, turning his head to get a better look of him only for Taehyung to grab him by the chin and connect their lips with a sloppy, rough kiss leaving Jeongguk wanting more and more. 

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, which instantly broke when the older wiped Jeongguk's bottom lip with his thumb. The younger watched him through heavy eyelids, trying to figure out where they went wrong.

"I'm gonna fuck you better than he ever could," He said over the buckle of his belt as Taehyung shifted behind him, undressing.

"So good, you'll remember who you're dating."

Jeongguk nodded dumbly, and despite the burning rage and anger bubbling inside of him, he wanted it bad. So bad he wanted to open his mind and beg for it, but he kept his mouth shut, wriggling his hips for friction, for relief he so desperately needed. 

It wasn't long until then older was inside him, his hips thrusting forward and making Jeongguk gasp out loud. His whimpers filled the room with every stroke and roll of Taehyung's hips, his eyes pinched tight while Taehyung fucked him.

He was already mess and nothing even started.

He leaned his forehead against the table, fingers digging into his palms while Taehyung fucked him roughly from behind. Jeongguk's mouth parted open, gasping, sputtering, whimpering, mewling with every thrust that shook both his core and the table.

Jeongguk arched his back, crying out a moan at the intensity of being fucked this relentlessly, this hard without a single stop. His thighs trembled, clenching around Taehyung's cock, turning his mind into putty at how full he felt.

"F-fuck," He moaned, lips slacked open, drool building at the corner of his mouth. His toes curled, white stars dotting his vision as Taehyung rammed into him, his rhythm unbreaking.

He was so full of his cock. It filled him up to the brim, choking at the way Taehyung bottomed out inside of him and slipping out, teasing the tip around his rim painfully slow before fucking back into him.

He jolted forward, table creaking loudly, and moans an entire symphony making Taehyung the fucking conductor. Full. So full. The words were muted on his tongue, overcome by the obscene, lewd noises toppling out of his throat so shamelessly.

"Would he fuck you like that?" Taehyung growled into his ear, his chest pressing against his back. The younger felt tears pool in his eyes at how good it felt, how deeper Taehyung plunged into him.

"N-no, h-he— hah," Jeongguk moaned, stomach clenching and thighs trembling and tensing after Taehyung bucked his hips into him. "S-suh good, hyung. Suh f-fucking big."

"Yeah?" The older breathed, hot whisper tickling his sensitive earlobe. Fuck, Jeongguk felt his cock twitch, the need for release reaching its breaking point.

"F-feel so f-full hyung," Jeongguk cried out, feeling hot tears stick against his sweaty cheeks as Taehyung pressed close to him, his cock buried deep inside of him.

"L-love your c-cock in me," He was long gone now, forgetting why they even fought as pleasure clouded every one of his senses. "W-want it only in me." He said as he pushed back into Taehyung, wanting it deeper, further. 

Wanted to feel his cock pulsate him as his own mercilessly rubbed against the surface of the table, edging him closer to his release. It was embarassing, being like this. Fucked so harshly his brains were melted, and his body wanted nothing but Taehyung's cock. Felt dirty, addictive, really.

"He could never fuck you like this, princess. Only I could fill you up, hm?" Taehyung snapped, fingers digging into Jeongguk's hip as he continued to ram into him. Jeongguk nodded, lost in the moans that seemed infinite on his lips.

"You think I'm not enough for you, Gguk?" He growled, slowing his pace and pulling out of him. Jeonggul shook his head, desperately clenching around Taehyung, eyes rolling at how thick he was.

"So you go ahead," He murmured raspily, breathing heavy, "and find somebody else, thinking they could fuck you the way I do?"

"N-No hyung, I s-swear," Jeongguk whimpered, wiggling his hips, wanting more. "I-I only want you. J-Just you." Jeongguk suddenly jolted forward, his eyebrows raised in shock at the sting.

Did he just... slap his ass?

"Then why did you say I'm worth nothing, huh?" He chuckled lowly, kneading at Jeongguk's asscheeks, member unmoving inside of him.

"When you're like this with my cock? Ruined?"

"I-I didn't mean it," Jeongguk said exasperatedly, "I didn't mean it, hyung." He gasped again, brows drawing together at the second slap, the burn oddly (surprisingly) good. Too good. His dick twitched.

"Prove it," Taehyung hummed, squeezing his ass once more before delivering another jolting slap making him lurch forward. "You have some apologizing to do, princess."

"H-hyung— hngh," Jeongguk sputtered, a moaning mess as Taehyung smacked him again, making him see fucking stars and his own erection throbbing, wanting release.

"That wasn't an apology, Jeongguk," The older seethed, rubbing his fingers over his sore asscheek. "You avoided me for weeks, and I'm here, fucking you better than anyone else.

"You don't deserve this."

"I-I deserve it!" Jeongguk whined, pushing himself up with the remainder of his strength with his elbows. He hung his head, trying to ignore how painfully tight the coil in his stomach was, but it was impossible when Taehyung slapped him again.

"P-please," Jeongguk begged, impatient with the way Taehyung hadn't moved one inch when he was so close to cumming. "P-please fuck me. W-wanna feel your c-cock, hyung. Wanna be full."

"That's what you want?" He nodded shamefully.

He gasped as the older pulled out completely. He let Taehyung flip him over so now he was on his back, sitting up. Jeongguk sniffled, trying to decipher his hardened stare but failing miserably as he his hands found purchase on his broad fingers, nails digging into the tanned flesh.

"You make it so fucking hard to get mad at you, Jeongguk," Taehyung whispered quietly, and for a second, his gaze softened as his hand grazed his tear-stained cheek.

"I think I love you way too much, it'll kill me," He chuckled bitterly. "But that doesn't matter right? 'Cuz tomorrow, you'll be gone."

"Taehyung," Jeongguk murmured, brows knitting together, "I want to say it. I-I really do."

"Then why haven't you?" Pain flashed in the older's eyes. "Why won't you?" He swallowed thickly.

"I can't," He shook his head, feeling the older tense beneath him. "It's not right."

"Then when will it be," Taehyung asked, "now? Tomorrow? A few months from now? Never?"

"Not now," Jeongguk shook his head, biting down on his lip. "But it's not 'never' either."

"I don't know if I can wait for you anymore. I've been waiting for too long," Taehyung whispered, holding onto him tightly as if he were to let go, he would really lose him. For good.

"We're hurting each other, Gguk."

"I know," The younger gulped. "I know we are."

Neither one of them said a word as Taehyung entered him once more, getting them both to the end of their limits Jeongguk hugged him tight, leaning his chin on his shoulder, not daring to let go of him as his moans were more subdued, muffled even.

He bit his lip, burying his face into his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent as the tears that prickled at his eyes weren't out of pleasure but sadness. Hurt.

All kinds of pain that seemed to be this neverending spectrum thet fell between too much and too much to bear. Where they stood was obvious, but neither one wanted to acknowledge it.

Eventually Jeongguk came, mouth splayed open as his orgasm crashed over him, consuming him and swelling in a crescendo of pleasure that made his thighs tense and hole clench around Taehyung's length.

He spilled strips of milky white all over them, the substance sticking onto their sweaty skin. Stars fluttered beneath his eyelids, and soon the tide of his orgasm receding away.

He collapsed in exhaustion against Taehyung's build while the older finished, feeling his thrusts become unevenly paced, his rhythm falling apart to his orgasm that eventually hit him too.

When Taehyung was done, low, resonant moans replacing the lewdness of bare skin slapping against skin, they became silent. Both of them were catching their breaths, adrenaline fading and exhaustion finally making their limbs ache.

The older pulled out of him, the emptiness simply incomparable to the hollowness in Jeongguk's chest when Taehyung pried his arms from around him.

Neither one of them looked at one another, for their hearts were too heavy and the pain of their previous argument began to settle in thick. All those horrible, insulting words meant to create pain worked.

God, they ruined this. It was salvageable at first, but after what they said? What they could never take back? No apology could ever make up for the hurt they inflicted because it was the truth.

Even if they said they didn't mean it, then why did they say it in the first place?

Jeongguk blinked out of his thoughts, realizing that Taehyung was already dressed after disposing of their mess. He brought his legs to his chest, wincing as he hugged him close, watching him with saddened eyes as the older adjusted his belt.

And just like that, before he could even get a word in that was sharp enough to cut through this layered silence of their own pain, Taehyung left.

He left, and there did he realize that while he may have had him as a boyfriend, Jeongguk lost his best friend.

♡♡♡

"Why are you here?" It was late when Jimin opened the door to his dorm, confusion knitting his brows seeing the younger standing in the hallway.

"Where's Jeongguk?" He asked, leaning against the frame. "Did you guys make up?" Taehyung remained silent, his expression unreadable but his lips were trembling.

"Taehyung? What's wrong?" The older asked, and before he realize what's going on Taehyung burst into tears.

Eyes wide, Jimin swallowed, not expecting that, but of course he pushed his ego aside and wrapped his arms around Taehyung no matter how awkward it was. He patted his back, still very confused as the younger sobbed into his shoulder, hunched over him.

"What happened? Are you two okay?" He asked, concern lacing his words as Taehyung sobbed harder. He frowned a little, feeling Taehyung's tears soak through his shirt.

"I'm taking that as a 'no'," Jimin whispered when the younger still hadn't calmed down, his entire body tremoring with every sob.

However, it wasn't long until Jimin realized what had happened, for the familiar stench stuck on the younger's skin reached his nose. Jimin rolled his eyes, but he said nothing, instead holding him tighter.

"It'll be okay," Jimin rocked him a little, the two swaying beneath the dim hallway lights at the latest time ever. "You two will be okay," He said, only for Taehyung to cry harder.

"You'll be okay," He whispered again, meaning every word and hoping things weren't too far gone from saving.

♡♡♡

thoughts ? (: