Kim Taehyung doesn't own any curtains.

He never has.

Chalk it up to him being lazy, or his parents moreover, but he's never felt the need to cover his windows. He likes how it looks outside, and he likes how in the mornings it's usually the sun that wakes him up instead of an alarm clock.

Jeongguk used to get on his ass about it. Specifically when he would sleepover on weekends, and he'd wake up to bright white light searing his eyelids, putting him in a particularly bad mood for the rest of his day. Jeongguk has never been a morning person, and he's always thought of himself as someone who never will be one.

Until.

This time when Jeongguk notices the heat on his eyelids, a telltale sign of sun, he smiles. It covers his face as he feels it, the warmth that comes with the light, and the warmth that comes from Taehyung. Because before he even opens his eyes or wakes up, he smiles, barely conscious, and feels Taehyung's arms around him.

One is hooked over his waist, palm pressed flat against his stomach. It crawled under his shirt at some point during the night and now it touches bare skin, and makes Jeongguk feel so fucking warm. It's almost stifling, the body heat, the second arm that his head rests on, but it's nice being this warm when he can feel Taehyung's breathing on his right ear.

It's rhythmic, the rise and fall of his chest that Jeongguk can also feel against his back, making his own body move in time, so their breathing is almost in sync. It may be reading too far into it, but Jeongguk thinks they're even closer now, connected. That the reason the rise and fall happens in one joint motion is because Taehyung and Jeongguk are one joint body, together.

He can't help it when one of his own hands move to touch over the one touching him, hold it in place ever so gently, and his eyes are still closed but with how wide his smile is right now, it'd probably be impossible to open them anyways.

Slender fingers trace over longer nimble ones, feel the warmth they emanate and push them closer onto Jeongguk's stomach. So he can feel them fully, every curve and ridge while they lightly dig into his skin. He should probably be more subtle, because Taehyung's a light sleeper, but he just feels so content, so free, despite being in someone's arms. The air that leaves his lungs right now is effortless, and this is the easiest he's breathed in years. Maybe his entire life.

Jeongguk knows it's too late for subtlety when he feels the hand under his own wiggle a bit, and a fingertip taps against his belly button, making his eyes snap open in surprise.

The light floods in.

"Goodmorning."

It fills his ears while his eyes adjust. That familiar voice that sounds raspy, thick with sleep, like he's been smoking cigarettes for years in an attractive way as opposed to a life ruining way, despite the fact that Taehyung's always pledged to himself to never smoke cigarettes. Familial demons.

The hand pushes on his torso, entire arm pulling him even closer. Even further into the body heat. Rays of sun make the wall in front of Jeongguk a bright blue, almost like the sky, while specks of dust float in the air and make everything feel golden. Basked in sunlight.

The smile grows.

"Goodmorning," he answers, and his voice isn't quite as raspy, doesn't quite fill the room in the same way Taehyung's did, but that's okay. It's really okay when Taehyung chuckles into the back of his neck, basking the spot in light too despite the fact that it's covered. A different kind of light.

"You smell nice," it's grumbled, quiet, and Jeongguk wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the amount of attention he's paying to Taehyung right now. Wouldn't have felt the light kiss placed on his ear either.

He just hums in response. This deep, satisfied noise that really conveys how he feels, because Taehyung smells nice too. And Taehyung inhales, deep and obnoxious right into Jeongguk's hair, and Jeongguk does the same. Takes in the smell of his sheets, the detergent that perfectly mixes with the scent of Taehyung.

It's silent for a moment. Jeongguk thinks he might fall asleep, but the hand on his stomach moves, trails up and down his chest, touches all the way up to his collarbone and then traces back down. Feels the muscles, the soft skin, everything that makes up Jeongguk. Slow.

"You were right."

He's not sure why he says it, but he does, and Taehyung pulls him even closer, and then hums. This one a question.

Jeongguk wants to see his face, so he does. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but he rolls over so his face is right in front of Taehyung's and Taehyung's hand is now feeling up his back rather than his front, but the sight he's met with makes up for the struggle. Eyes puffy with sleep. Hair falling over them. Dark brown that's warm to swim in. Light.

"Hello," Taehyung whispers, and there's that smile, and Jeongguk's entire chest cavity splits in half, is put back together by the ghosting touch that leaves his back cold and alone and moves up to brush hair away from his own eyes. He realizes he still hasn't spoken, caught up in the view when Taehyung asks, "right about what?"

Jeongguk swallows the gathering saliva in his mouth, and is careful not to choke on it. Coughing in Taehyung's face right now wouldn't be attractive, and Jeongguk wants to look good right now, because that's the only word he can think of when he looks at Taehyung. When he feels their bare legs entangled under the thin sheets. When he touches Taehyung's naked chest, his fingers ghost-like too. Good, and maybe light.

"About coming back here," he starts, and his hand moves higher, but his eyes never leave Taehyung's. The smile never leaves his face. "And sleeping here," he gulps again, unsure why, "About your bed."

Taehyung's hand has given up on playing with Jeongguk's hair, instead firmly holds the side of his head, thumb doing that thing where it smooths over the top of Jeongguk's cheekbone. It's only been one night, one morning, but Taehyung's already done it more times than Jeongguk can count, so maybe it just feels natural to him. For his hand to be there. Feels right to touch Jeongguk that way.

"Are you saying you like my bed?" Taehyung shifts a bit, moves even closer so the skin of their legs brush and the air is punched out of Jeongguk's chest, but he recovers quickly and laughs, heart doing these insufferable somersaults, "you cheeky asshole-"

"I thought I was corny," he corrects, tone condescending, but it's not really condescending. He's doing that thing Jeongguk was doing last night, saying things he knows will get a rise out of the other. Anything to garner a reaction.

It does. Garner a reaction. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, huffs out a breath that spreads out across Taehyung's face. He kind of has morning breath, but it's not too bad. It's more endearing than it is gross, and if disregarding basic hygiene wasn't a moral high ground Taehyung firmly refused to compromise, he'd probably lean forward and kiss him. Combat the hand on his chest that pulls back and hits it, a playful thing that doesn't actually hurt.

"You're both," Jeongguk's voice is all light, this smile that you can hear in his tone. That gives himself away, that's he's not really making fun of Taehyung. That he's teasing.

He hits him again, the blow soft, more of just him touching, an excuse to feel Taehyung, but Taehyung isn't having it.

With a smile of his own Taehyung gently grabs his wrist, stops him short. Promptly takes hold of the other and then with every ounce of exertion he has in his body at this early in the morning, flips them so Jeongguk's being pushed into the bed. So Jeongguk's eyes go wide, and his wrists are pinned above his head.

Gently, of course. Taehyung would rather die than hurt Jeongguk. Would happily take a million punches that aren't really punches to the chest if it meant Jeongguk remained unscathed.

"And you love it," emphasis is put on the word, the four letters that make Jeongguk feel like a flower, blooming outwards into Taehyung's hands while they hold him. Because Taehyung is both corny, and cheeky, and Jeongguk does love it.

Still. It's about the principle.

So Jeongguk closes his mouth and tries to put up a front. The one he'd been holding up generally well from the days leading up to last night, the one where he feigns indifference. Indifference towards the beauty. Towards the smile that stares down at him, towards the fluttering inside his stomach. Inside his heart.

"Now you're just trying too hard," he can't help the giggle that spills out afterwards, because Taehyung moves again and their legs brush. Again. And Taehyung's smile only gets bigger, and he only gets closer, so Jeongguk can almost smell his morning breath too. Gross, but a good gross.

"And you're just lying," now Taehyung swoops down, so the front Jeongguk desperately tried to maintain dissolves. It really doesn't matter though, because there's no need for him to use the front anymore.

So while Taehyung gets closer, and Jeongguk gets hotter, he erases the front. Decides that ultimately, there's no need for him to use it again. Because right now Taehyung's giggling too, this laugh that makes Jeongguk want to say fuck morning breath and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Taehyung falls onto him and their legs brush again, and frees his wrists so Jeongguk can touch the tanned skin occupying his vision.

But he doesn't. Say fuck morning breath. Because when their lips brush he giggles for the thousandth time, and stops Taehyung from getting any closer by mumbling, "your breath smells like shit."

Taehyung stops in his tracks, opens his half closed eyes to look at Jeongguk, see the expression that rests on his face. His pretty face. The one Taehyung wants to kiss despite his morals, the same one that just said his breath stinks. Balance.

He pretends to be offended, guffaws and backs up a bit, absorbs the way Jeongguk looks right now. Underneath him, wearing his T-shirt, soft black hair sticking up in a multitude of directions, dark eyes scrunched up at the sides, pushed closed to make enough room for the huge smile his lips form. For the curve of his front teeth, for the way his nose rises.

Taehyung can't pretend. It lasts about three seconds, and he manages to push out a semi-offended sounding noise, but then it's fading into a grin and a laugh, but not because something's funny. Because Jeon Jeongguk is so fucking beautiful, it almost hurts. To look at him and not say it.

When Jeongguk's smile falters, and his teeth disappear and turn into plump lips, the slender top one pressing into the rounder bottom one in what looks sort of like a pout, and he asks, "what?"

Because Taehyung's been staring at him for a minute. Staring at the light in his eyes, the way Jeongguk lights up the room. How good it feels to be met with this first thing in the morning, because this way the sun's waking him up too, just a better form of it. He forgot to tell Jeongguk he reminds him of the sun.

But this time, instead of saying nothing. Instead of brushing it off, he says what he thinks. Because there's really no need for him to hide either. Honestly.

"You're so pretty."

The smile's back, this time a blush along with it. Light pink, and it really suits Jeongguk. The same way a sheen of sweat across his forehead suited him, the same way his lips open and gasping as he came undone suited him. The sexual and the soft. It all suits Jeongguk.

"See, this is what I mean when I say you're corny-"

"I don't care. I'm just telling the truth," the smile withers, and turns into something serious. One of the most serious expressions Taehyung has made in his entire life, and when Jeongguk meets it, it makes his own serious too. As he stops thinking about what may be perceived as corny, that should be perceived as true. Honest. Taehyung's eyes are honest.

"You're genuinely beautiful. Gorgeous. I said it last night too," the mention of last night makes the pink spread, another flower blooming, "but I'll say it again. And I really want to kiss you right now, but you're right about the morning breath thing. So,"

"Tae I just woke up and you're already making me-"

"I'll settle for your neck instead."

Jeongguk doesn't finish what he was going to say. The words are stolen from his mouth, replaced by this beautiful high pitched sound that pours out when warm lips meet warmer skin. Warm from the light, from the body heat.

They open and close, and Taehyung's tongue inches out to lick over marks, marks made just the night before. Comforting, and if Jeongguk really thinks about it he's spreading his morning breath all over his neck, but it feels so fucking good, he doesn't care.

Just wiggles his wrists to the left, because he really wants to touch Taehyung right now. Feel over the golden back in his vision, clear skin tainted by a few red vertical marks. Scratches. Jeongguk's marks.

"Taehyung it's like," a whimper, Jeongguk interrupts himself, because Taehyung's biting down on the curve of his jaw, "10:00am. Please don't make me horny, it's so fucking early."

He laughs into his neck, and if anything that makes Jeongguk whimper even more, squirm a bit so his bare hips touch Taehyung's clothed ones, "I don't know what you mean. This is perfectly innocent, and you won't let me kiss you so," he bites again, this time teases the skin inbetween his teeth for a couple seconds, "desperate times-"

Jeongguk fucking gasps, and he can't stop gasping but it's like everything Taehyung does takes him by surprise, makes him really want to scream. It doesn't necessarily feel that amazing, and that much makes sense, because it's just kisses left on a neck, just a bite mark on a body part.

It's more of the prospect of knowing someone wants you enough to fucking eat your neck, the endorphins that get released by the action, and yes Jeongguk has googled why receiving a hickey feels good, and yes he definitely gets it now-

"This is the opposite of innocent, you have my wrists pinned above my head and it's making me feel like I want you to fuck me again. Which I'd totally be down for. Usually," another one of those noises, which just makes Taehyung bite down harder, lick lower, "but it's literally 10:00am and we're not heathens-"

"Who says?"

His mouth works at the collar of Jeongguk's shirt, Jeongguk's shirt that's actually Taehyung's shirt, and now he's tracing his tongue in the dip of his collarbone and groaning earnestly into the crook of his neck and Jeongguk has to force his hips down, stop them from bucking up into thin fabric, "the fuck do you mean, who says, I say-"

But god, Jeongguk's wrists are still pinned over his head, and god, this shouldn't feel as good as it does, but it really fucking does because now Taehyung's tongue moves over a hickey he made the night before, and then he closes his mouth and sucks, and holy fuck if Jeongguk doesn't let out the most shrill noise he's ever heard, which only makes Taehyung suck harder-

"Oh my god let's go brush our teeth I'm gonna kiss the fuck out of-"

"Can I suck your dick?"

They should really stop talking at the same time. It's a habit. Something they can't shake, like Jeongguk's love for overthinking, and Taehyung's love for digging his fingers into dirt. Opposite sides of the spectrum, but still on the same one.

It's more of a subliminal thing, the ability to stay on the same wavelength, but ultimately have different thoughts. Jeongguk and Taehyung do it perfectly.

Jeongguk gapes for a second, looks down at Taehyung from where his chin rests on Jeongguk's chest, meets his eyes. He's still giving Jeongguk that serious look, and slowly, still gentle, he lets go of Jeongguk's wrists, and presses a lazy kiss to the fabric he lays on. Jeongguk sort of feels it, but not really.

Jeongguk's hands fall slowly while Taehyung's own do the same, trails his fingers down Jeongguk's chest, and then his body rises up a bit so he's hovering, and then he starts moving lower. His hands find themselves on Jeongguk's hips, and Jeongguk's mouth opens again, but no noises escape when they push fabric up his torso, expose his bare legs and cock, stomach on fully display while Taehyung gently kisses over it.

He still hasn't said anything, and Taehyung knows this. He's waiting for the go ahead, the okay, because again, he'd rather die than hurt Jeon Jeongguk. So he settles for a kiss on his abdomen, a lazy tongue over the slight swell of his stomach, the one that everyone has, while he listens to the rise and fall of Jeongguk's chest, waits for an answer.

Jeongguk's speechless. For a lot of reasons. The first one being, he could feel Taehyung's mouth on his skin and hands gliding up his waist a million times, and he'd never get used to it. Ever. It'd be impossible, to not ignite and burn into ash when he feels his touch. That's not how touching works.

The second one being, the offer on the table, and the way Taehyung looks right now. Part of him wants to take his newly freed hands and grip Taehyung's hair, move his head lower with no words spoken, that silent permission thing that Jeongguk thinks works for them, because they really don't need to talk.

Except, that's the third reason. Habits. Jeongguk's tendency to overthink, because if you ask him, they really do need to talk. There's probably a better time for it, that conversation, the one about the boundaries they've crossed and what it all fucking means, and the better time definitely isn't when Taehyung's asking to suck his already half-hard cock but he can't stop thinking about it and Taehyung looks so good like this and it feels so right and.

"What are we?"

It slips out. He probably shouldn't have said that. It was so nice, and now it's like he's watching as it all crumbles, because Taehyung's hands stop moving, and his lips do too, and he backs off a bit, and there's this look on his face. This look that screams, what the fuck are you talking about, just what.

Taehyung looks awkward. He moves, so his face is further away from where Jeongguk's bare, and closer to Jeongguk's own. This weird laugh falls out of his mouth, and it sounds so forced that it makes every hair in Jeongguk's body stand on end, but not in the good way like before.

"What, you mean like," Taehyung rubs the back of his head, and their legs brush again while he props himself up so he's hovering over Jeongguk, again, "spiritually? Because personally I feel like you'd be some sort of woodland animal, and I'm-"

"Taehyung, I'm being serious."

Taehyung's smile drops, and his eyes get wider. "Oh," he whispers, and that's exactly what Jeongguk didn't want to hear in this very moment, so his stomach falls along with his heart and he finds himself desperately searching for that front he erased just minutes ago, and he wonders how he could ever be so fucking naive-

"Hey," Jeongguk snaps out of it, looks at Taehyung, but this time actually looks at Taehyung, and he sees his face. He looks caught off guard, yeah, but he doesn't look weirded out. Or uncomfortable. He just looks at Jeongguk right back.

"What's wrong."

A hand touches his face, and that question again. The same one that Taehyung asks whenever he notices something's going on in Jeongguk's head, whenever he sees the look in Jeongguk's eyes, the doubt.

Jeongguk isn't sure what to say. And he was so sure the night before, but it's morning now, and maybe last night was a dream. A false sense of security. He was too hopeful, allowed himself to think that he wasn't fucking stupid when in reality, "I don't know, I-"

"What do you want us to be?" Taehyung cuts him off, and he sounds so serious again, and Jeongguk looks back up at him, and he really thinks about it. About what he should say, about why he has all these doubts, because Taehyung has proved to him multiple times the way he feels and it hasn't even been a day, but still Jeongguk finds himself wondering. Finds himself spiraling.

"I don't know. Anything. Everything. I actually kind of do know but I don't want to force you into-"

The moment the word force leaves his mouth, it's like a switch flips. Taehyung's eyes get wider, watery at the edges, and his grip tightens on Jeongguk's cheek, to the point where Jeongguk wants to say something, but then Taehyung's getting up, this awkward shuffle that makes their legs brush (again), and then he stands up in all his half naked glory and holds a hand out. A hand for Jeongguk.

"What are you-"

"Lets go brush our teeth."

Jeongguk sits up a bit, blinks a couple times. He's confused. Taehyung probably is too, but Jeongguk isn't Taehyung, and he usually has a basic idea of what he's thinking, but right now, he doesn't have a clue. Not one. So, after a minute of speculation, and more blinking, he slowly gets up, and takes the hand outstretched for him. Ignores the cold that envelops his legs, the opposite of the earlier body heat.

His hand is so warm. It fits so nicely, Jeongguk's hand in Taehyung's, the way their fingers lock and their palms touch. Jeongguk can feel every callus, every curve of his fingers as they brush against his own while Taehyung leads them to the bathroom.

Jeongguk's been in here before. It's different now, staring at his reflection in Taehyung's mirror. He can't decide if he's happy, or if his heart is clenching because of the confusion, the doubt, so he thinks it's a mixture of both. He tries not to let it show too much on his face when he catches sight of Taehyung too, and Taehyung's already staring at him.

"Taehyung-"

"Shhhh."

Jeongguk stands there, gaping, and then Taehyung places a toothbrush in his hand, and quickly grabs a tube of toothpaste, squeezes it and then lets go. "Brush."

It's almost funny. That Jeongguk said something so important, and Taehyung's reaction was ignorance. To go brush their teeth. It almost makes Jeongguk mad, but he doesn't allow it to get any further than that. Just slightly wets his toothbrush and then places it past his lips, watches as Taehyung does the same. Watches the foam bubble in their mouths.

It's so quiet. Jeongguk hates it. Last night everything felt so beautiful, but right now he just has this horrible knot in his stomach that gets worse every time Taehyung glances in his direction. Every time he doesn't say something. Not like he could anyways, with a toothbrush firm in his mouth, but Jeongguk desperately wants him to. Needs him to.

It's not like this for long. After two minutes of the silence, Taehyung hunches over, spits into the sink and then puts his toothbrush away. His eyes don't leave Jeongguk's.

Jeongguk's still just staring, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't, so he just leans down and spits too, washes his mouth out, finally not looking at Taehyung anymore, and then.

Arms. They curl around his waist, and then there's that body warmth again. That heat as it presses up against his back. And when he stands back up again, there's a chin on his shoulder, and lips ghosting over his ear.

"Taehy-"

He can't talk. It'd be impossible to, because Taehyung spins him around, hooks arms around his back and then kisses him, long and hard. It tastes like mint, fresh, and usually Jeongguk would associate mint with being cold, but right now it radiates warmth. Feels warm as a minty tongue enters his mouth, gently touches his own.

The hands around him pull him further in, and he kisses back, and everything melts away. The doubt, the fear. And maybe the reason it was there was because it'd been awhile since they'd kissed. An entire 7 hours or so.

Because when Jeongguk's kissing Taehyung, everything makes sense. There's no worries, no questions, just Taehyung, because everything's Taehyung when they're this close. Nothing else matters except for lips on lips, liquid love.

Taehyung pulls back, but he keeps him close, and Jeongguk's sort of pressed up against the bathroom counter but he's holding him up enough so that it doesn't dig into his back. Doesn't hurt. He just breathes heavy, and moves his hands down from Taehyung's hair to cup his jaw. He's not even sure when they got there, but he likes where they are now.

"Jeongguk."

Thank god. Jeongguk was about to speak, but he doesn't trust his tongue unless he's moving it against Taehyung's, so he's glad that right now, all he has to do is listen.

"I'm not good at this whole," he looks up and down, thinks, "dating thing. And I know you aren't either, because I know you." It's true. He does know him, and neither of them are really good at the dating thing. But Taehyung's words don't bring Jeongguk any doubt, because he doesn't let them. Because all he has to do is listen.

"But I think this," he stares at Jeongguk's lips, then his eyes, "us, what we have? I think it goes beyond dating. I didn't know how to answer your question, because I didn't think I needed to. I want to be your boyfriend, if that's the best title we can put on it. The only title. But just for the record, I don't even think we need a title. That's why I looked caught off guard."

Now Jeongguk looks caught off guard. He nods, holds Taehyung's face a little tighter, because Taehyung's beautiful too. Pretty. And because it feels nice to brush his thumb over his cheekbone, and now he really understands why Taehyung likes it so much. Gets it firsthand.

"I just want you to know that I love you. It's not something I said in the heat of the moment, or because last night felt amazing- I said it because I meant it. And I know you did too. But I saw that look in your eyes when you asked me what we were."

He stops for a second, and then pulls Jeongguk even closer, despite the fact that they're already touching everywhere, because to Taehyung, it feels wrong to not have him as close as possible. Because Jeongguk's been within arms reach for most of Taehyung's life, and he never had the courage to touch him before. He has it now. He won't waste it.

"Jeongguk, if you have doubts, you have to tell me okay? Again, I know you. I know that look you get when you second-guess yourself, and as much as I never want to see that look again, I know it's impossible. So I'm just asking you to please, please let me know if anything I say or do is what makes you have that look. So I can never do it again. Because as much as I love to talk, I'll always fucking listen to you. Always."

Jeongguk has tears in his eyes, but he doesn't cry. He's cried a lot, so this time he won't allow himself to. Instead he just blinks them back, and nods, quickly, because he'll always listen to Taehyung too. And he's okay with the fact that he may have doubts, because as long as Taehyung's here too help wash them away, it'll be good in the end. Light.

"I want to be your boyfriend. More than anything. But I don't think that's what we are. I think we're still Taehyung and Jeongguk, we're just in love. And I take that word seriously, and I take you seriously. You have to communicate with me, so I can love you the right way. So if something's bothering you, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay," Jeongguk responds immediately, and he's been nodding this whole fucking time, despite the fact that Taehyung lied, because there's no fucking way he's bad at dating with everything he just said. No way.

Although, maybe he's just good with Jeongguk.

Jeongguk smiles, and keeps doing that thing, the cheekbone meeting the underside of a thumb, and god he seriously fucking gets it because the way his finger glides over the skin is so soothing, so calming, even though that may be Taehyung's voice, his words. That are soothing, calming.

"How was that? Was that too corny for-"

Jeongguk kisses him. More mint, more tongue, more feeling. It feels amazing, and Taehyung leans forward a bit so Jeongguk's back does dig into the counter, but he doesn't even feel it, because then hands are under his thighs again and he's lifted to sit on top of it, his bare legs touching cold granite.

He breaks away, but they stay close for a second, lips still brushing, breathing, and Taehyung's between his legs, and god it feels nice. Jeongguk wearing nothing but a shirt, Taehyung wearing nothing but boxers. Skin on skin, teeth on tongue.

"That was perfect," Jeongguk whispers into his mouth, and then kisses him again, hands going back to his hair, pulling, tugging, closer, deeper. Taehyung's hands grip the skin under his shoulder blades, not for any particular reason, but just so he can touch Jeongguk. One small part of him.

Those same hands move down to slide along bare thighs, making the T-shirt ride up ever so slightly, more bare skin against a cool countertop. Taehyung detaches his mouth, only to reattach it to his neck, already kissing over old flowers. Jeongguk sighs into the touch and threads a finger into his hair, breathes, "so, boyfriends, huh?"

Another laugh into his neck, and then Taehyung levels his head, looks at Jeongguk, "yeah. If that's what you want, yeah."

Jeongguk smiles, and god his cheeks are sore, because he's smiled so much, the driving force always being the boy in front of him. Taehyung. And he doesn't even say anything, he just stares and smiles, moves his fingers through his hair and then starts brushing away the stray strands that land in Taehyung's eyes. Because he wants to see them. Fall into them.

"What?" It's Taehyung's turn to ask, because Jeongguk's still just staring at him, looking dazed, out of it, and he is dazed and out of it. Because he just undid him with his mouth, his words and then his lips, and Jeongguk's okay with being undone, if it's in that way. He felt horrible for a split second, but it's back. The beauty. Because if he really pays attention and doesn't overthink, get lost in his own head instead of Taehyung's eyes, the beauty is constant.

"Is that what you want?" He just asks, because he wants to make sure. That Taehyung doesn't feel pressured. Jeongguk agrees, titles are overrated, and Taehyung and Jeongguk don't need a title. But sometimes it's nice. To look at someone, and make the connection, this person is my person. Boyfriend.

Taehyung's smile is dazed too. Out of it. And he just smiles some more and then nods, and it shakes the hair back into his eyes, but it's okay, because he whispers, "yeah," and his voice still sounds like the morning and his breath smells like mint, and Jeongguk's dazed but he's never felt more awake. Alive.

He hums, this, "mhmmm," sound, and then scoots a bit closer, hooks his legs around Taehyung's back, and he's still not wearing any underwear so he gets the absolute slightest amount of friction, and their lips brush, and, "kiss me-"

Taehyung kisses the fuck out of him. Like Jeongguk said he would, except it's Taehyung who's really doing the work, but that doesn't matter, because kissing takes two people. And Jeongguk's lips move against his, and he opens up Taehyung's mouth and heart with his tongue, so it really doesn't matter.

Jeongguk gets curious, "So what does," a kiss, "this mean?"

Taehyung backs up just so their lips are brushing, and then moves his hands to squeeze over Jeongguk's ass through his shirt with a small squeak, pulls him closer, mumbles, "You're mine."

"Are you serious?" Jeongguk giggles, does this exaggerated movement with his hands that makes Taehyung's hair go everywhere, and Taehyung feels it and wants to sigh but instead he just laughs too, takes a hand away from Jeongguk's ass to firmly grip his chin, press his thumb into his bottom lip.

"I'm serious. It's true. You're mine," he leans his head back a bit so he can see more of Jeongguk, and he moves his thumb up and down, Jeongguk's lip moving with it as his teeth show more and more.

"Kim Taehyung."

"Mmm?"

"I've been yours for years."

Taehyung stops moving for a second, just looks at Jeongguk, smiles matching, and then he mumbles, "who's corny now?"

"Still you."

Another hum.

"Can you do that thing again?"

Jeongguk's eyebrow raises, while Taehyung's finger presses a bit harder onto his lip, turns the pink into white, makes Jeongguk's eyes widen and cock kick, "What thing?"

"The thing where you suck my finger. That was actually the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life. Genuinely."

"Genuinely?"

"Yeah."

"Well if you're being genuine-"

Playfully, he reaches his tongue out, teasing it along Taehyung's thumb and then Taehyung groans, the sound slapping Jeongguk in the face and making him bite down on the finger with a cheeky smile. He feels happy, content, warm, hot, light, and it's all because of Taehyung, it all is Taehyung.

Taehyung takes the finger away, pulls him close, whispers, "I'm gonna eat you," and Jeongguk sighs into his mouth, but before he can tell him that's the corniest thing he's ever said, Taehyung closes the distance again, kisses him harder. His teeth catch Jeongguk's bottom lip between them and bite down, and Jeongguk whimpers but also closes his eyes tighter, relishes in the feeling.

When Taehyung lets it go Jeongguk runs his tongue over the spot, soothing the angry red skin, "What, are you a vampire or some shit? You actually tried to eat me-"

"Well you looked delicious-"

"Seriously Taehyung, first the you're mine bullshit and now you bite my lip? Is this," he thinks for a moment, lists a random franchise, just to mess with Taehyung, "twilight?"

A deep laugh that bounces off of the walls of the small bathroom, brings the stifling heat back, "if you're into that-"

"Oh my god I genuinely hate you. Is it too soon for us to break up?"

"Yes. And don't lie. You fucking love me."

Jeongguk stops his giggles, stops the jokes, and just stares into his eyes. Because he does. Because Taehyung can make him feel anything, but can also erase old feelings and paint over them with new ones, better ones, and everything feels so new but it also feels so natural. Like they've always been like this. And they have, just not verbally. Not physically.

Jeongguk stares off into space for a second, into Taehyung's eyes, and then he decides to just say what he's thinking. It's a thing he's been trying to do more often, and right now it seems like a good option. For him, for Taehyung.

"Has it always been like this," his voice is soft, and Taehyung's smile fades a little bit, morphs into a thoughtful look like he's reaching inside his brain to pick out memories, seriously give Jeongguk an answer to a mildly rhetorical question.

Silently, because the entire house is silent except for their breathing and thoughts, but it's not a bad silence, it's a nice one that heats the air and hangs comfortably around them, makes Taehyung feel good as he brushes more hair out of Jeongguk's face gently. It loves to cover his eyes, fall onto his forehead and hide Jeongguk from Taehyung. A soft, kind of curly barrier that he diminishes quickly.

His thumb rests comfortably on Jeongguk's temple, uses the rest of his hand to hold his face firm, "I think so. I just don't think we ever noticed."

Jeongguk makes this contented noise, and leans his head into the touch. More curls fall over the other side of his face, but it's okay. Taehyung can still see his eyes.

"I noticed."

Taehyung smiles again, watches as Jeongguk's expression slowly matches his own. He was fed with the information that smiles are contagious from a young age, but he never quite saw the fact in action before meeting Jeongguk. It's like their lips are permanently synced up, one way or another. Taehyung noticed that around the same time he noticed everything else.

"I did too. Just took me awhile," he trails off a bit, feels as Jeongguk moves a bit further onto the countertop, his bare legs moving around Taehyung's clothed thighs. He hadn't really noticed it before but Jeongguk's hands rest on his naked shoulders, moving slowly and giving him a lazy massage, that Taehyung thinks he's probably not going on purpose. It's half-minded, done only because he wants to touch what's in front of him.

"Took us awhile," Jeongguk corrects, and also half-minded his fingers move to touch the hairs at  Taehyung's nape.

Taehyung snickers at Jeongguk's tone, leans forward a bit while trailing a hand down to rest at the small of Jeongguk's back, feel where it meets his ass without any underwear to get in the way. He pulls, makes Jeongguk slide closer, watches as Jeongguk pants and whimpers quietly. The arousal that comes with it should seem out of place, but it doesn't. It just works.

"It didn't take me long at all to figure out you're a know-it-all-"

Jeongguk immediately bursts out into laughter, head falling onto Taehyung's bare chest and hair effectively covering his eyes, locks hanging in front of his nose. Without thinking Taehyung puts his hands into it, runs them through the strands while he watches Jeongguk's shoulders shake though his T-shirt. More mindless actions.

"Me?" More breathless laughter, and Taehyung can feel it spread out across his skin, small vibrations coming from Jeongguk's throat.

Taehyung grips the hair on the top of his head and lightly yanks it, not enough to hurt but just enough so Jeongguk's head is leaned backward, and his chin settles in the dip between Taehyung's pecs. This time it's Taehyung who's not at the most flattering angle, but Jeongguk thinks he's dripping sex anyways. Toned and tanned chest encasing his vision, Taehyung's chin occupying anything it can't.

"Yes, you."

"Me, a know-it-all? Are you sure you have the right Jeongguk?"

Taehyung frowns down at him, looks at how effortlessly beautiful Jeongguk is. The curls subside and his eyebrows peak through, the space in the middle perfect, not a frown line in sight. His eyelashes are long and dark, touch parts of his skin they shouldn't be able to reach, just because of their volume. His lips are pink and lush, and now that Taehyung knows how soft they are and how they fit against his own, it's unhealthy how long he stares. How hard it is to stop.

"I'm sure," he barely says, because now he's staring at the point of his nose, except it's not really a point, it's this round delicate tip that Taehyung wants to lightly touch his finger to. Basically, he wants to boop his nose, but he won't because there's a time for shit like that and it's not right now.

"You're one of the biggest know-it-all's I've ever met-"

"You're lying to me."

Taehyung's eyebrow nearly falls off of his face.

"I'm not lying to you. Every time I think I'm right about something, it's always because I just hadn't listened to your thoughts on it yet. You make me rethink it every single-"

"What about Kataang?"

He pauses, stops his hand that's starting to fist into Jeongguk's hair, force it away from those eyes he loves staring into. They're the color of the wood he said that Taehyung smells like, and the lights of the bathroom reflect in his pupils, replicating the sky. Taehyung almost forgets what he said.

"What?"

Jeongguk sighs, loud, and the air hits Taehyung's chin. He's still just staring down at him, and this position is relatively erotic, but again. Time and place.

"I mean Katara and Aang. What about my interpretation of them?"

Taehyung laughs, quiet. "That's a bit different. That's more of an opinion than me thinking I'm right-"

"Taehyung. Your exacts words were, it's not my fault it's unpopular to be right-"

"Okay, okay, you've got me there. But I'm sure your avatar analysis would be enough to change my mind if I heard it in full," he slows down, because Jeongguk has one of those looks on his faces, the ones that scream, I'm thinking about something and I kind of want to tell you what it is but I'm not sure how to say what I wanna say and-

Before Taehyung can even ask, Jeongguk just tells him. Because communication, because boyfriends.

"You know, the other day, when we were watching it, and they kissed. And you started talking about best friends and how rushing stuff is wrong. And like, I sort of took it personally. A bit, yeah."

Taehyung opens his mouth, but Jeongguk stops him, "I know that wasn't what you meant. But I was just sort of, fragile I guess. And like hopelessly in love and pining so."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrow, and this look of distress comes over his face, so much so that Jeongguk almost wants to take it back, but then Taehyung backs away from his spot, and says, "let's go eat some breakfast."

Jeongguk frowns at the sudden lack of warmth between his legs, and at Taehyung's familiar dismissal, "will you stop doing that?"

Taehyung pauses, stops in his tracks from where he was about to exit the bathroom, "doing what-"

"Saying shit like that. Like, lets go brush our teeth, or, let's go eat breakfast, right after I've told you or asked you something important, and you're just leaving me hanging."

His tone is a mixture of anger and just overall whininess, but Taehyung listens to his words rather than the way he says them, and his face screws up more and he frowns. Jeongguk's about to say something again but then Taehyung rushes over to him, grabs him by both sides of his jaw.

"Woah, woah, okay. You're right, I'm sorry," Jeongguk isn't necessarily mad, but he's just so damn confused, until Taehyung, "I honestly just wanted to be extra and tell you how much I love you while eating fruit loops, but that was kind of a bad idea and I'm sorry."

Jeongguk looks at him for a second, and then giggles erupt from his mouth, and then they're both laughing, and Jeongguk's saying, "it wasn't a horrible idea, but I think any place is suitable for you to serenade me with-"

"Jeongguk."

Oh yeah, that's right.

That's what it sounds like when Taehyung says his name. When he's serious. When Jeongguk gets in his head, and Taehyung's there to pull him out of it.

And that's how it feels when Taehyung's breath touches along his cheek, and when he extinguishes all forms of doubt in Jeongguk's brain. It might be a strange dynamic, and possibly tiring for Taehyung, but Taehyung would gladly reassure Jeongguk all day every day if he needed to. The best part is, Jeongguk would do the same for him. In a heartbeat.

"I was talking about a show, and I got dumb and overexcited, but please know, nothing I said that day applies to you. The reason being with you like this is so amazing is because like you said, it's been this way the whole time. For years. We aren't fucking Katara and Aang. We're Jeongguk and Taehyung."

Jeongguk's mouth falls open. For the millionth time. Because no matter how big Jeongguk's worries are, no matter how much he feels like he's going to disappear into his own insecurities, Taehyung's always there, and Taehyung always knows exactly what to fucking say.

"So seriously, please don't-"

"How do you always fucking know what to say?"

"Huh?"

"Seriously. You always know exactly what to-"

"I told you. It's because I know you Jeongguk."

And he does. Seriously, and Jeongguk knows him right back. That's exactly why he shouldn't have let what Taehyung said get to him in the first place, but it's okay, because right now Jeongguk's staring up at Taehyung with his big eyes, and all they want to do is kiss each other, so they do.

It's nice, and Jeongguk is still sitting on the cold counter so he slides forwards a bit, accidentally moans into Taehyung's mouth when his cock gets friction, because he's still nearly naked, but this moment isn't exactly sexual, so it's ignored. Taehyung feels it fall into his mouth, but he doesn't do much other than pull Jeongguk closer and smooth his big hands over the soft skin of Jeongguk's upper thighs.

"We can go eat fruit loops now," Jeongguk says onto his lips, doesn't really pull back so Taehyung can respond, instead just keeps kissing him, lips firm and hands firmer. It lasts for a moment before Taehyung hoists Jeongguk up, cups the swell of his ass and then starts carrying him into the kitchen while Jeongguk squeals, the sound light and almost sickeningly happy.

"You love carrying me, dude your back is gonna hurt tomorrow-"

"Shut up."

They both laugh, and then Jeongguk is quickly set down onto another counter, this one in the kitchen, while Taehyung still stands between his legs. Because it's so fucking nice. Unbearably so, especially when Taehyung feels like he genuinely belongs in that specific spot. He feels home, regardless of the fact that he's in his own house. It's just Jeongguk, the feeling that comes with breathing the same air as him.

Gently, he starts moving the hair out of Jeongguk's eyes again. Because it keeps falling, and because Taehyung just likes touching it. It's soft, smooths over his fingers like dark colored silk and makes Jeongguk give a lazy half smile when he runs his hands through it just right. He's giving the lazy half smile right now, looking up at him.

"Hey," he says, voice deep but also so fucking soft. Like if he talks too loud he'll scare Jeongguk away, in all his beautiful powerful maddening delicacy.

"Hey."

"You should slick your hair back sometime."

Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, looks even more maddening while the corners of his mouth slowly move and his eyes move with them, "what you mean like the sides? Or the front?"

Taehyung takes his hands, the ones that Jeongguk can't help but stare at as they move over to his hair, and then he grabs the ends and pulls them back so they're snug over Jeongguk's head, not a single hair out of place, "I don't know, however you wanna do it. Looks good like this."

He silently leans over and gives Jeongguk's now exposed forehead a quick peck, because how could he not. Especially when he's the natural embodiment of the word cute, especially with his head and eyebrows cocked in confusion, that almost draw attention away from the beautiful thing his mouth is doing. The blinding smile.

"Okay, I'll think about it. Why though?"

Taehyung releases his hands, watches as Jeongguk's hair puffs out and then flops back over onto his face and spreads out, strands going in all directions. They both laugh quietly while Taehyung's fingers redirect themselves to fit tight on Jeongguk's hips, like they belong there, because they do, "I don't know. Your hair looks good like this too. I just like seeing your eyes."

And they sparkle when he says that. Grow slightly wider with the words and then scrunch up as the smile forces them closed, and then Jeongguk is running hands through Taehyung's hair because that seems to be a good topic, hair, "maybe I should just cut it then."

The way Taehyung shakes his head is immediate, and then one of his hands leave Jeongguk's hips to touch over his hair again, feel it all as it gently falls, and the lazy half smile is back again, but it's a bit more than a half smile. Definitely a whole one.

"No," he just murmurs, keeps touching it and grabbing it but not necessarily pulling, just watching Jeongguk's facial expression while he feels over it all. It changes from satisfied to dumb in love, that one look where his lips are parted and his pupils dilate, and he just looks winded, and then finally land on confusion.

"No? Why not? You'd be able to see my eyes," his voice is doing that teasing thing again, and the confusion is replaced by another one of those fucking smiles, and Taehyung wishes he could stop keeping track. Of every smile.

At a certain point they don't need to be kept track of, and Taehyung knows he's reached that point- has for awhile now.

But it's extremely difficult. To not make a mental note of it. Of every time Jeongguk's lips part to allow his teeth to show, the two front ones that are slightly bigger than the rest, make his smile unique to his face, and also make Taehyung's heart overflow with a mixture of happy tears and dandelions.

But then his heart is filled with something else.

It changes the moment he catches sight of the wood, the wood that looks more like honey in this lighting, because Taehyung's kitchen doesn't have any curtains either. Because he catches sight of Jeongguk's eyes.

And now he's the one whose winded. Instinctively his one hand tightens on Jeongguk's hip and jerks him closer, so his eyes widen even further and then Taehyung feels that fervor, that dopamine melting into his brain and screaming, yelling at him to kiss the beautiful boy a few inches away from him-

He does, but it's short. Their lips connect and it's warm, hot, Jeongguk feels it all the way inbetween his ribcage where his heart thumps, and then he scoots himself even closer to Taehyung so his cock can rub against the fabric of Taehyung's boxers, but it's short. Taehyung pulls away much too quickly, leaving Jeongguk to stare blankly and long for the heat to come back, so bad that his vision unfocuses and then focuses for what feels like two minutes.

But it comes back soon, and then he's left staring at Taehyung, Taehyung whose smile is gone but has been wiped away by that same breathless expression, and then a hand is threading into the locks on the top of his head and grips, hard, yanks his head back so now Jeongguk's staring at the ceiling and Taehyung's looking down at his neck.

"Because if you cut it," he leans down, mouth placed at the apex of his jaw, "I won't be able to grab it," his voice is low, and Jeongguk finds himself silently fucking moaning, because jesus that's so hot, and then Taehyung grips again and forces his head to the side so the next words are spoken into Jeongguk's neck, "like this."

He leaves a feather-like kiss on the skin, lightly nudges Jeongguk's chin with his nose, and then the hand in his hair slackens and he's backing away, leaving Jeongguk with his head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth wide open.

It takes a moment for him to get a grip on reality, but when he does, he slowly opens his eyes and moves his head back to look at Taehyung, Taehyung who's standing a couple paces away from the counter, still looking absolutely incredible with just boxers on, hair tousled and smirk teasing. He looks like a boyfriend. Jeongguk's boyfriend.

"You know, um," Jeongguk clears his throat when his voice fails him, "that thing you said earlier this morning?"

Taehyung tilts his head to the side and then crosses his arms behind his back. Jeongguk can't tell if he's playing dumb or he just genuinely doesn't know, but either way he looks good while doing it.

"About?"

Jeongguk sighs, slightly embarrassed, but shit, what Taehyung just did was sexy, and his cock is rock hard now and it's sort of leaking precum onto the hem of Taehyung's shirt-

"About um," he can't stop saying um, there's this lump in his throat that won't leave along with the fire that travels down his lower abdomen, makes him want Taehyung's fingers there instead, in both places, "about the dick and the sucking. Like I mean, the offer you made when we were in bed before I had a mini freak-"

"You want me to suck your dick?"

His voice sounds so condescending, and he's just within Jeongguk's reach but not quite close enough to touch, but the way he's looking at him. It's the same way he stared at him last night, before they got on the bike, in the gas station when he held him close, on the field while he kissed him for hours. In Taehyung's bed. It's like he's touching him with his eyes, rendering Jeongguk unable to do anything but frantically nod and whisper out, "please."

Taehyung's smirk grows. He's being a little bitch, "but what about the fruit loops?"

Jeongguk's mind is blank.

"What fruit loops?"

"The ones we came in here for-"

"Fuck the fruit loops, Taehyung, please-"

Taehyung stares at him for a solid minute, and Jeongguk feels borderline humiliated, but he also doesn't mind it, and why does he not mind it, maybe he's a bit more depraved than he thought, but it's okay because Taehyung walks a bit closer and places a hand on his thigh, watches as the shirt gives under his touch and slides upwards.

It's like it takes fifteen minutes, everything so painfully slow, but then Taehyung leans in, grazes his earlobe with his teeth and whispers, "take off my shirt."

It's off as fast as Jeongguk can physically tear it away from his own body. He's pretty sure he hears a faint ripping sound, but it's really unimportant because soon Taehyung's hands are on his bare waist and his lips are mouthing over his neck, and Jeongguk's butt-naked on the kitchen counter.

"When's your dad coming home," Jeongguk bites out, and his own hands in turn run down Taehyung's back, feeling the cool skin and rippling of his muscles under his slightly rough fingertips.

"Not until tomorrow," Taehyung quickly pushes Jeongguk down so now he's laying on the counter, and then grabs his legs and slides him further up on the cold granite. Jeongguk just moans in response, kind of winded from all the movement, from all the Taehyung, Taehyung who quite literally jumps onto the counter top, hovering over Jeongguk.

"I have you all to myself," he drawls, leaning down next to Jeongguk's ear to speak lustful words into it, again, words that have Jeongguk nearly shaking under his palms, anticipating everything with restless hips and flushed cheeks.

Taehyung lightly kisses his neck, licks near the crook of his shoulder, and then he's moving down, mouth pressing on Jeongguk's chest, hands finding his hip bones while the very same mouth kisses the soft skin of his stomach now, and part of Jeongguk wonders how they even fit onto this counter until he realizes how abnormally large everything in Taehyung's house is- tall dad - and then he's wondering more about the dad in question, what he'd think if he saw Jeongguk spread out naked on his countertop-

"Are you sure? Because if he walks in right now I'll-"

Taehyung stops where he was, right above Jeongguk's V-line, and, when did his mouth get there, "could you not talk about my father when I'm about to put your dick in my mouth?"

Jeongguk laughs a bit, but, "well it's a genuine concern, I mean, oh-"

He stops.

Because, finally.

Because now one of Taehyung's hands is wrapped around the base of his cock, gripping it lightly so that Jeongguk stops talking, but it doesn't quite hurt him at the same time.

And Jeongguk's staring down, at the heat of his own cock, at the feeling of Taehyung's hand, big, tanned fingers curling around Jeongguk where he's wet, slowly move upwards, light pressure applied the whole time so that Jeongguk's head knocks back and hits the counter with a light smacking noise.

He would probably care any other time.

But he doesn't.

There's something coming out of Taehyung's mouth, sweet words calling Jeongguk pretty and saying, I'm gonna make you feel good now baby, but Jeongguk can hardly hear them. Can only hear the sound of his own breathing, this white noise as the fingers he was drooling over only days before drag pre-cum from the tip of his cock down to the bottom, make him stutter out this broken sound.

It only gets better. Because Taehyung's his fucking boyfriend now, and he treats him as such.

The only warning is a small chuckle and then Taehyung's mouth is around him, and Jeongguk's back is arching off of the counter, and his fingers grab onto Taehyung's hair, guide his mouth that doesn't need guiding. Seriously. He's really good at this.

Really. It's all Jeongguk can think about while Taehyung's hands find purchase on his thighs, while Taehyung slides Jeongguk's cock out of his mouth only to place a light kiss on his slit, and then takes it back in again, this time going further, nose nudging Jeongguk's pelvis.

"Fuck, Taehyung, fuck, you're so good at this how are you so good at this," Jeongguk chants, head tilted back, only looking down at the beautiful sight below when he hears a low gagging noise followed by a moan, and holy fuck Taehyung just moaned while sucking him off, "jesus, I-"

His words hitch into another one of those noises, and it only encourages Taehyung, who hollows his cheeks and lets Jeongguk feel his mouth more than he ever has before. Not that he's had much time too, but like this, with Taehyung staring into his eyes when Jeongguk has the energy to lift his head up and look down, Jeongguk feels like he's never felt more of anything.

It overloads his senses, the warmth, the heat. The way Taehyung sinks his mouth onto his cock, swirls his tongue around the bottom, chuckles around it when Jeongguk moans loud and long, the sound echoing throughout the house, and he was right. It'd probably be really bad if Taehyung's dad were to walk in.

But he doesn't. Nothing like that happens. No parents screaming at the sight of something beautiful, something that's only actually beautiful to the people involved, but can be the exact opposite to someone like a parent. A bystander.

But Jeongguk and Taehyung aren't bystanders.

They're boyfriends. An overused word, but one that Jeongguk can't stop thinking in terms of, while Taehyung does that thing where he licks the precum off of his slit again, slow, eye contact still prominent, and then holds down Jeongguk's hips when they buck off of the countertop, chasing that feeling, begging for more like his mouth does.

Actually. He's begging. The words are falling from his lips strained, loud, a chorus of, "please," and, "taehyung," and, "don't stop, i'm gonna-"

Taehyung lowers his mouth onto his cock at the words, this salacious sound coming from his mouth, a mixture of a groan and a gag that Jeongguk feels in his soul while Taehyung tries to suck it out of him, very much succeeds with the way Jeongguk nearly screams as he paints Taehyung's throat with white.

Taehyung stays where he is for a moment, and his throat constricts around Jeongguk who's legs are twitching, vision a blank canvas while he lightly rocks his hips into Taehyung's mouth, and then he moans, air leaving him when he realizes that the constricting was the feeling of Taehyung swallowing his cum.

"Fuck," Jeongguk breathes out, thighs still lightly twitching under Taehyung's hands, energy spent while Taehyung's mouth pulls away, Jeongguk's cock being replaced with a beautiful smile given by swollen lips, covered in saliva and other obscenities.

Jeongguk sits up slowly, a hand still in Taehyung's hair, soft cock now laying against his thigh, dangerously close to Taehyung's hand. Taehyung who's still just staring at him, breathless, but thats probably because he just gave the blowjob of his life to his boyfriend, who giddily changes positions so he can kiss him.

It's a bit gross. Kissing someone who just had cum in their mouth. Your cum.

But it's also kind of hot.

At least Taehyung thinks so.

He kisses him hard, wet and pretty, hands feeling every part of Jeongguk he can touch.

And then they get off the counter. It's with wobbly steps that Jeongguk picks up Taehyung's shirt off of the floor and drapes it over his body. He turns around to Taehyung making them both fruit loops, and Jeongguk's about to ask if he wants him to return the favor, but he doesn't.

He really doesn't need to. There's plenty of time for that.

Instead, he grabs the outstretched bowl of cereal, munches on it happily. Orgasms make you hungry. He never truly knew the extent of it until now.

He knows a lot of things now. Like the fact that Taehyung has a mole on his left hip, one to match the dot under his right eye. Jeongguk can kind of see it now, while Taehyung struts across the kitchen and past Jeongguk, and then sits down on the living room couch.

He knows it's inevitable for him to join him, and so he does, lightly squeaking when he gets close enough and Taehyung's hand grabs his waist, yanks him onto his chest so fast he nearly spills his cereal. He thinks there's a spot of milk on the couch now, but he also knows that's okay.

He knows that dating Taehyung is everything he's ever wanted. Which should scare him.

And it does.

But he also knows he's not stupid, and Taehyung isn't either. He knows he's already freaked out a bit this morning, and Taehyung was there to piece him back together, ease the torment his own mind brings. The torment Taehyung erases.

When Taehyung puts on Avatar the Last Airbender, Jeongguk doesn't really notice. He's too busy listening to the heartbeat of the chest he lays on, feeling the body move beneath his own while it chews and swallows food.

When he speaks, it's loud against Jeongguk. Almost makes him jump, but Taehyung's voice is too soothing to do that. To scare him.

"I think I can see it now."

Jeongguk looks up, eyes met with Taehyung's chin. Taehyung stares at the TV, but his hand soothingly moves up and down Jeongguk's back. The one that's not eating cereal.

"See what?"

Taehyung's head jerks towards the TV, and Jeongguk catches a glimpse of Katara and Aang pulling away from a kiss, some battle going on around them, the blue of the ocean complimenting Katara's eyes as they slowly open.

"The appeal," he simply says, but Jeongguk also knows what he means. He means he sees what Jeongguk meant, like he said he always does. He feels what he feels, like he always does. Jeongguk doesn't know how he ever thought that could be bullshit. In one night that's all been erased. Bullshit in any form.

"Really?" Jeongguk asks, just to make sure, and Taehyung shrugs, glances down at Jeongguk for a second, then looks back at the show, then finally decides on the beauty staring up at him.

"Kinda. I still think we're different though. A lot cuter of a couple."

And Jeongguk giggles cutely, because they seriously are different. Completely. Especially when Taehyung leans down and kisses him, and it tastes nice, like fruit loops. Feels nice too.

And Jeongguk knows that Taehyung will always listen to him. That he'll listen to him right back.

That Taehyung will always.

He just knows.

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lol i lied next chap is the epilogue also pls lmk how that blowjob scene was thats the first time i've ever written one LMFAOOO also thank u for 300 followers ily