restless summer
air.

TAGS: taekook / nineties au / rich kid!tae x hooker!koo / this is honestly quite sweet / minimal nsfw ( handjob )
PLAYLIST: white teeth teens, lorde / florescent adolescent, the artic monkeys / glory and gore, lorde

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   OH, SUMMER NIGHTS are made for making yours, aren't they? for racing around with those albums you love blaring, top of daddy's convertible rolled down and the wind in your sweaty hair—kim taehyung is a practicer of these nights, composed of champagne teen dreams and van gogh paintings.

he's on another one of his excessive joyrides in daddy's chevy, the roar of the engine music to his ears, laughing maniacally as he drives around the downtown in a restless haze at two in the morning, music blasting from his tape player and shades on his head despite the night. moonlight obscured by the many city lights, the cherry red 1989 chevrolet gleams beneath the orange street lamps, and dad's gonna be so mad but it's not taehyung's problem. 1997 feels like a year made for him, nineteen and the summer feels endless; time stops flowing for him only.

he's forced to a halt by red lights at a junction, where, below streetlights, working girls stand uncomfortably in their fishnet stockings and scarce coats, sharing cigarettes, out late in the hazy summer nights. taehyung watches them, lazy, his eyes drifting from thigh high boots to short skirts, before falling on an unusual boy with shiny eyes and a cute laugh that rings over the sound of engines. a large denim jacket swathing his tall yet slim form, his hair is ragged and long, his lips painted red, and there's a pair of red high heels on his feet. taehyung realises with a start that this is a gigolo; an often talked about, but rarely encountered sight.

he's pretty cute, too.

taehyung doesn't think much. he thinks it's useless to waste time overthinking things, which means he's pretty impulsive; that explains the joyrides and the stealing from his parents. so he barely lets the thought cross the mind before he's whistling over at the group of girls, who all turn to look at him, something lost from their eyes. one girl, a tall beauty with red hair, walks over.

"what you lookin' for, sugar?" words drip from her saccharin lips like slow honey, and taehyung smiles softly.

"not you, doll, 'm afraid," a boyish grin takes over the messily haired teen's face. "the boy with you, what's his name?"

she looks at him like he's mad, which is fair enough, but taehyung holds out two fifty thousand won bills, and her eyes brighten, taking them with trembling hands. "oh, jeongguk-ah?" she turns and calls for him, and pretty boy in fishnet looks over, the spark in his eyes a unique feature only he has in the group. "looks like you've got your first customer, baby boy," she looks at taehyung with a smoldering look. "you take care of him, rich boy. he's new."

"i won't do nothin'!" taehyung says, holding his hands up in innocence, smiling at the boy as he approaches. "hop in, jeongguk." the name sounds right on his tongue. the boy bites his lip and waves a timid goodbye to the group, before jumping in.

"just in time," taehyung beams, accelerating as the lights turn green, one hand on the steering wheel as he starts forward. he glances at the boy; he's intrigued by everything about this starry eyed boy, who looks made up of honey and constellations, thrumming with nervous energy, dressed so skimpily in fishnets and high heels. "so, jeongguk, is it?"

"m-mhm," he nods, eyes avoiding taehyung's gaze. "yes."

"i'm taehyung, nice to meet you. how old 're you?"

taehyung didn't call jeongguk over for whatever you're thinking. he's a lonely soul, loves company, and he loves to learn about people and their different ways of living, very much aware that not everyone lives a lavish, luxurious life like he does, that some people can struggle. jeongguk looks surprised at the question.

"i-i'm eighteen." taehyung draws a sharp breath. barely legal, and he's hanging around on street corners. jesus. his father'd probably have something to mutter about 'kids these days', 'the state of youth' or some other hour long lecture taehyung would time out of within two minutes, but taehyung only feels pity and remorse. he attempts a smile, racking his brain for questions.

"what's your favourite band, lovely jeongguk?" he asks, pushing his aqua blue hair away from the sweat on his forehead, finger tangling in his lennon inspires sunglasses, hair matted with a sheen of sparkling sweat. jeongguk hums, in thought; when taehyung glances over, he's leaning his head on his arm, hair falling prettily in his eyes.

"the smiths, 'nd the cure... i like old stuff." he says, a small smile taking over the gorgeous rosebud shininess of his mouth. taehyung laughs.

"you sure do, hm? have a look in that glovebox. my mixes are in there." taehyung's driving in loops, the same routes he does every week when the feeling possesses him, and he's bored, he wants excitement and something new. jeongguk does as taehyung said, rifling through tape cases, and he looks so pretty, denim jacket sliding off his muscled shoulder to expose pretty, delicate collarbones and skin like coffee, skin sheening with sweat, a tight black tank top clinging to his torso in a way that makes taehyung gulp, and he notices the fishnet gloves on jeongguk hands and everything about him is just so different, so pretty.

thelma and louise come to taehyung's mind when jeongguk picks his teenage dreams mix, slots it into the tape player and hums along to creep by radiohead with a gentle smile, and taehyung wants to try different things tonight, wants to run around—come to think of it, he wants a milkshake.

"hey, you ever been to the next town over?" taehyung asks, the warm wind caressing their cheeks, and jeongguk hums.

"never. 'm not from here. only moved last month."

"that's why i've not seen your pretty face 'round here," taehyung chuckles, and jeongguk tries out a laugh but it doesn't sound right, and taehyung knows he's probably scared, not ready for the life he's signed himself up for. "hey, lemme tell you somethin'," he says, and jeongguk's head turns to look at him, his speed turns to a slow cruise on the empty roads, and he looks at jeongguk. "i didn't pick you up for your job. i don't wanna have sex with you, i swear. i'm not like that. i just wanted some company. so, for the night, just forget what men are supposed to pay you for, please? you don't gotta be scared."

jeongguk jolts when taehyung's warm hand touches his thigh, the fishnets rough and his skin so smooth, the contrast making taehyung's heart rush, and jeongguk bites his lip, hard, red blossoming over the rosebud pink. "y-yeah, okay. so what were you saying about the next town over?"

taehyung laughs, pressing the accelerator down. "oh, there's this totes adorbs diner there, and i'm fucking craving milkshakes and adventure. you in?"

there's a rock song playing and jeongguk's florescent adolescent beneath the moon and stars and streetlights, light bouncing off his pretty cheekbones and scintillant lips and he's just jubilant, looks like a disco ball, blinding taehyung as he dazzles. "sounds like a plan."

and taehyung turns up the stereo, and they scream along to boys don't cry and bohemian rhapsody with adrenaline fueling their teen angst and stars lighting up their insides. the sticky summer air proves for good chemistry, and soon jeongguk is laughing at taehyung singing along to guitar solos and he's doing the same, singing along to the falsetto parts of queen songs and making them both howl with laughter.

the next town over is alive at night with clubbers and 24hour diners and fast food places glowing neon, nightclubs pulsing with life and the streets full of barely out of highschool teenagers stumbling with vodka breath and lit up faces, veins throbbing with drugged hazes. jeongguk's all wide eyed baby boy with fascination, gawking at the girls like the ones he works with laughing together over the dim cherry light of cigarettes and catcalling customers rather than vice versa. taehyung puts his sunglasses on and laughs. "new to all this, aren't you?"

jeongguk nods, peeling off his denim jacket and tying it around his waist, concealing the tiny shorts that barely constitute as clothing. taehyung sucks his teeth, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. maybe they can make a small detour before milkshakes.

"what's this?" jeongguk says, when taehyung pulls up outside of an outlet mall, looking at the rich boy confusedly. taehyung shrugs, turning the engine off.

"figured you'd want some clothes. i know it's not like, designer or anything, but there's a sweet thrift store here. 's where i got this," he pulls at the front of his authentic 90s metallica shirt, signed by the front man himself, found in the five thousand won bin at the shop. "c'mon, sweet cakes, i'll buy you anything."

jeongguk's grin widens immensely, eyes crinkling at the corners, and he gets out excitedly. he and taehyung run across the parking lot, his ruby slippers in hand, laughing at nothing with zeal and brilliance. the store is manned by a tired looking tattooed clerk, who just grunts 'don't steal shit' at them and returns to his myspace page, and taehyung grins at jeongguk.

then pretty boy gravitates towards the women's jeans, but they're all too long, too constricting, for the sweaty summer night. finally, he finds a pair of bright neon green jeans with rips everywhere, which he squeals over upon seeing they're his size. taehyung laughs, watches him whisk himself away into the dressing room and he grabs a few shirts for himself, humming along to the music overhead.

"oh, i love them!" jeongguk comes out from behind the curtain with a huge grin on his face. the jeans fall only a bit baggy, but cling to his dainty waist gorgeously, and the rips showcase tan legs and fishnets and taehyung's mouth waters, trying to keep wrong thoughts from his mind. jeongguk dances around in them happily, barefoot on the floor. "they're so pretty! can i, please?"

"of course! what'd i say, lovely, you can get whatever," taehyung presses a couple ten thousand won notes into his hands, and jeongguk gawks at him. "i got too much money, might as well spend it on a pretty boy who needs it."

jeongguk blushes, although he tries to conceal it. "you one of them rich kids from uptown?" he asks, going to look for shoes, the heels long abandoned. taehyung hums, shrugs.

"well, yeah. fuckin' hate it though. money only brings greed. i'm only alive cause dad doesn't wanna die and have all his money go to something else."

jeongguk scoffs, picking out a pair of black chuck taylors. "can't complain about being able to afford stuff," he mumbles, putting the shoes on and lacing them up, smiling softly. "thank you."

"no problem," taehyung winks, leading him to the clerk, who just mumbles at them. they slap twenty thousand onto the counter and leave, jeongguk spinning dizzily in his new outfit, laughing at himself. they get back into the sweaty leather seat of the chevrolet and taehyung starts up the the engine and franz ferdinand starts to play and jeongguk beams, sitting back.

"milkshakes then, sweet cakes?" asks taehyung, and jeongguk's got that soft pink glow of blush crawling up his neck again.

"yeah, sure," he smiles softly, riding the waves of wind flying past the car with his hand, looking out at the lights of the town with a pretty look on his face. taehyung smiles out of his eyesight, and turns down the road to the paradise 24/7 diner, the song playing reaching it's peak as they zoom down the near empty road.

pink lighting, blue leather seats and checkerboard tiles, the smell of deep fat fryers and the sound of nostalgic music; it all hits beautifully at strange hours of the night when you're with a pretty boy and you feel like you cold do anything. jeongguk's dancing around, seemingly drunk, to some paul anka song which makes taehyung's heart do a waltz in his ribcage. "a strawberry milkshake, please, large, with two straws, and a large helping of fries." he tells the woman at the bar, before pulling jeongguk into a booth. "c'mon sunshine."

jeongguk is a quiet sort, taehyung figures out, the type to pensively observe other people, to care more about others than himself, to take a backseat in his own life. taehyung doesn't judge; he thinks jeongguk's pretty, and rather amazing, and just stunning in every way possible. he curls in on himself on the leather seat, leaning against the window with his denim jacket pulled around him, watching the life outside.

"so, what's your deal?"

taehyung looks at him, confused, jeongguk's sudden words taking him off guard. "huh?"

"you're some rich kid from the good side of town, you're out at two am in a car worth more than my apartment, and you picked up a prostitute with no intention to have sex? and now you're buying me dinner?" jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. "it don't add up."

taehyung rolls his eyes, leaning his elbows on the table. "does it need to?" jeongguk gives him a look, and he sighs. "fine... look, yeah, my family's rich, 's like i said before, i'm just a pawn to keep the legacy of the money alive. i fucking hate my parents, so i spend all their money on things they despise, but it'll take me years to squander the whole fortune."

"how was that fortune made?" jeongguk asks, taking the milkshake glass as the waitress places it on the table, taking a long, calculated sip and looking taehyung in the eyes. taehyung brushes his bangs from his eyes and takes a handful of fries from the greasy plate.

"my dad owns a big tech corporation, makes tvs and mobiles 'n whatever. big tycoon. he's planning on movin' to the states to see if he can make more money."

jeongguk scoffs, talking with fries between his lips. "more money? christ. maybe you should fuck me, could charge ya within an inch of your life."

"cute." taehyung smirks, drinking from one of the red and white striped straws, hearing just like heaven begin to play from the speakers. the diner's empty except for them, so he grabs jeongguk and pulls him onto the tiles, singing the lyrics over-exaggeratedly.

"what're you—" jeongguk laughs at taehyung's ridiculous accent, dancing despite himself, singing along as well. taehyung's taken aback all of a sudden by the pretty sound of his voice, the english lyrics memorised and well pronounced, both of them spinning around in dizzy circles.

"i promise you that i'll run away with you..."

jeongguk looks so gorgeous as he belts out the lyrics and his hands are soft in taehyung's own and there's this dumb idea forming in taehyung's teenage daydream mind, something stupid and reckless but that's what he's known for, and by the time they're drinking milkshake and eating fries again, he's sure, he's certain.

"shall we run away?"

yes they met a few hours ago, and yes taehyung's a rich kid with supposed bullshit responsibilities, and jeongguk's a prostitute with what taehyung supposes to be a job, but fuck—reckless thoughts and stupid ideas are what you're meant to have at nineteen. jeongguk's big doe eyes go wide, his peony ( or is it peachy? ) lips falling open in exclamation, pure shock flooding his features.

"you— what?"

"shall we run away?" repeats taehyung, and there's this dangerous tone to his voice and this glint in his eyes as he grabs for jeongguk's hand. "i've got a car, we don't have any responsibilities—why not?"

"you're serious?" but jeongguk doesn't sound incredulous or shocked this time around, he sounds like he's proposing a challenge, like he's up for it, and there's a look in his eyes that says yes, yes oh yes let's go, a certain something in the way he looks at taehyung. taehyung grins.

"yes, let's do it. i have so much money on me. and my credit card. we can just scram, like thelma and fucking louise, bonnie and clyde—don't you wanna? we can leave everything." the last part is said like a promise, and jeongguk mulls, turns it over in his head, and what has he got to lose?

"what are we waiting for? let's dip."

—

   THREE HOURS OF open road and highways later and they're pulling into a motel/gas station/convenience store weird hybrid, the car screaming for gas and the boys screaming for sleep, although it's now five in the morning and the sun is beginning to blaze its way over the horizon.

"gguk," taehyung nudges the sleeping pretty boy in the passenger seat, taehyung's shades tangled in his curls, and he awakens with fluttering lashes and smacking lips, neck bent uncomfortably. taehyung smiles, "found us a motel, lovely."

jeongguk yawns, scratching his head, "a'ight," and his voice is so cute when he's just awoken, deep and gravelly. taehyung pats his thigh gently, handing him a few bills of money.

"go 'nd get us a room, and i'll fill the car up, okay?"

jeongguk nods sleepily, stumbling when he gets out and making taehyung laugh softly. he fills the car up to the brim, and joins jeongguk in room 15, where there's only one bed and the carpet has more than slightly suspicious stains, and the aircon is clearly broken so it's sweaty and disgusting, but they can't be asked to complain.

jeongguk peels off his jeans and fishnets, and taehyung keeps his eyes to himself ( or, at least, he wants to, can't resist a glance at the thick muscle of his tanned thighs or the curve of his butt ), takes off his shirt and trousers, and their states of near-nakedness make them both blush and laugh awkwardly and the tension rises, taehyung's arms prickling with goosebumps.

they don't bother pulling back the covers, opening the windows to let in the wind, even if it's warm and dry like a hairdryer fanning into the room. collapsing in a sweaty heap on the bed, exhaustion gets the better of them and there's no words spoken as they fall asleep in five minutes, limbs weary and minds maddened with what they're doing, with the reckless and thoughtless decisions they've made.

it's 12:00PM by the time the runaways awaken, taehyung blinking lazily, the sound of a running shower hitting his ears, jeongguk's gentle voice singing accompanying it, and he remembers what he's done and where he is, what they're doing, and his heart races. oh god, he's really doing this.

a smile adorns his face. hell yeah, he's doing it.

room service isn't an option cause this ain't a classy joint, so taehyung leaves jeongguk a note and goes to the convenience store in his shirt and boxer shorts, not giving a fuck as he browses the options they have for breakfast. he supposes that it's lunch, anyway, so he grabs two cartons of instant ramen, remembering the electric kettle in their room, and instant, just-add-water coffee, milk and sugar, along with a packet of cigarettes and a few mixtapes from the shelf, an eighties mix and boys don't cry by the cure.

jeongguk's laying shirtless on the bed, his wet hair draped over his face, when taehyung walks in, his face lighting up at the sight of him. "heya!" he grins, sitting up cross-legged.

"mornin' sweet cheeks. how you feeling?" taehyung asks, setting the stuff down on the countertop and beginning to fill up the electric kettle.

"way better. slept like a log. what'd you get?" taehyung hears the bedsprings creak and jeongguk's footsteps approach, his skinny fingers picking up the pot noodles. "ooh! haven't had these in a while. and coffee, nice."

"got you somethin' too," taehyung plugs the kettle into the wall and grabs the boys don't cry album, handing it to jeongguk. "i dunno, just saw it and thought you might like it. you said you liked the cure."

jeongguk positively glows, throws his arms around taehyung and catches him off guard, stumbling, and he laughs, hugging him back. "thank you taehyung!" he's so cute, so different from the shy boy taehyung picked up at 2AM.

"that's okay gguk," he smiles brightly, squeezing the boy tight. jeongguk's barefoot on the dodgy-looking carpet, and that seems like a bad idea waiting to happen, but the whole look he has going on is beautiful, and taehyung's selfish. "you wanna go shopping today?"

jeongguk hums softly, sticking his hands in the pockets of the jeans. "sounds good. god, i bet angel's so pissed at me. well... fuck that."

"angel?"

"the girl you spoke to. she's kinda like the pimp, i guess, 'cause we ain't got one. she takes care of us," jeongguk explains, his hair slowly drying and looking quite cute as it resumes the semi-curls it has when dry. "she's gonna be mad, but i only knew her a week."

"you'll be fine," taehyung says, pulling himself up onto the countertop, legs dangling. "you look cute, by the way. nice tattoo."

there's a small tattoo below his left pec, a hummingbird in iridescent blue, mid-flight. "oh, thanks," the tips of jeongguk's ears flush pink, an abashed smile taking over his features. "hmm, I wanna listen to music..."

his eyes scan the room, doing a 360° turn, and he sees a radio on the bedside table, grinning delightedly. he twiddles with the dials, finding the local station easily, whooping in satisfaction as footloose by kenny loggins plays, dancing along. he dances with skill, unlike taehyung's 'make it up on the spot' dancing, dances like john travolta in grease, like he's got greased lighting in his veins, doing air guitar with a practiced skill. taehyung grins at him, watches his bare feet follow a routine only he knows.

once the kettle boils, he pours hot water over the ramen, and washes two mugs from the cupboard. kernels dissolve into cheap-smelling coffee, and he dumps two sugars in his, deciding to let jeongguk do his own. the ramen came with plastic chopsticks, so he stirs it until it softens, the smell making his stomach growl.

"jeongguk-ah," he calls, and jeongguk, breathless, turns down the music, giggling with flushed cheeks. "food. and coffee."

"thanks." jeongguk grins, and they end up say on the bed, listening to the weather forecast for the week, eating noodles.

"it is hot! hot hot hot, ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourself for a baking august! in the next days, temperatures will rise into over 30° celsius, so make sure you slap on that sunscreen and drink plenty of water..."

taehyung lights up a cigarette and watches the smoke unfurl, scratching his head absentmindedly. jeongguk sips at his coffee, glancing at him from the corner of his eyes, watching taehyung blow tendrils of smoke out of his plump, enticing lips. "where are we headed today?" he asks, trying to occupy his mind with thoughts that aren't about rose petal lips and soft kisses. taehyung shrugs, breathing in the cig again.

"let's grab a map at the store, 'nd figure things out as we drive, yeah?" taehyung smiles at him, so saccharine and pretty despite the cancerous smoke clouding his features.

"sounds fun," jeongguk grins.

"yeah, it's gonna be fun," taehyung laughs, the idea of this actually being real making his heart race, because this is amazing and surreal and everything he's ever wanted to do. "alright, once you finish that, i reckon we should rock 'n roll, lovely."

jeongguk giggles softly, ecstatic with the whole situation. "can i wear your sunglasses?" he asks, grabbing said things from the bedside table where taehyung abandoned them, perching them on his nose. how can taehyung say no?

with the heat, they both remain topless in the car, and taehyung puts the roof up against the sun, blasting the a/c which provides icy relief. two slushies from the convenience store sit in the middle console, blue raspberry and strawberry, jeongguk's idea, reminding taehyung of summers as a kid, hanging out in his friend's pools. he misses stuff like that.

"how close is the beach?" he asks jeongguk while he pulls out of the parking lot, changing gears. the younger pours over the map, humming softly.

"not far, actually! if we go through sungje-dong, which is a sorta town thing, and then we'll be in gangneun, on the coast. it's a long trip, though, could take a coupla' days."

taehyung grins widely, accelerating as the highway stretches out in front of them. "we have all the time in the world, don't we?"

jeongguk grins back, taking a slurp of his blue slushie and turning up the radio, pour some sugar on me playing loudly and pouring out of the windows, jeongguk's hair fluttering in the breeze, his torso glittering with beads of sweat. the a/c and the windows open is the stupidest combination, so taehyung winds them up and they sit in the cool, sighing in satisfaction.

the highway is flanked by long stretches of grass and trees, the occasional small village or town popping up, and taehyung follows the directions to sungje-dong, the signs saying it's a hundred miles till said town. jeongguk's humming along sweetly to whatever hits come on, propping his feet up on the dashboard and taehyung won't tell him off cause it's just a car dashboard, and he isn't his father.

"where'd you go to highschool?" jeongguk asks eventually, sipping from his slushie, lips painted blue from the ice.

"the private, all boys academy for inheritance kids in the rich town that's, like, behind ours," taehyung replies, and jeongguk laughs, throwing his head back. "yeah, i know, little rich boy. spent junior and senior year hooking up with the other gay boys there, and stopped giving a fuck. only graduated 'cause my dad paid them." jeongguk grins at that. "how about you?"

"BSHS: busan highschool. graduated, and then moved here with angel," he leaves it at that, and taehyung's nod one to pry, so he leaves it there too. "i can't imagine you just hooking up with boys. that's funny."

"you don't even know me!" taehyung protests with a cheeky smile. "i was a proper slut, it was fucking brilliant. my father was so pissed off at me, but there was nothing he could do, because it was a boarding school and i never came home, and he didn't want to get involved with the boy's fathers."

jeongguk chuckles softly, a smile never leaving his features since this morning. he slips the boys don't cry tape into the player and  the first track's guitar kicks in, the warbling tones of rock making taehyung smile.

they pass an hour like this, quietly listening to music and drinking slushies until they're just melted ice in the heat, jeongguk's velveteen voice accompanying the gravelly british vocals, his head resting against the window, eyes closed in serenity. taehyung's doing seventy five an hour, there's probably thirty minutes left till they reach sungje-dong, so when he sees a sign for a service station turn off, he looks at jeongguk. "let's stop a bit, stretch our legs."

jeongguk nods lazily, the cool of the a/c not entirely combatting the sweat adorning his forehead, long hair pushed back in a manner that exposes his sharp eyebrows and forehead, makes taehyung suck in a breath through his teeth. "sure. 'nd we're can go shopping in sungje-dong, right hyung?"

"yeah, we can, gguk-ah," taehyung smiles fondly, spotting the road diverting off into the service station and turning the steering wheel. "right. refuel, and food. i'm fuckin' starving."

the air conditioned service station is a welcome cool on their skin, the aisles illuminated with these gross too-bright, too-artificial lights, but they make jeongguk's already sheening skin sparkle like diamonds, both of them still barechested because it's too hot for shirts.

jeongguk grabs a six pack of dr pepper from the freezer and holds it against his abdomen, making taehyung laugh. "that's the coldest thing i've held all summer," and he's right, it's this horribly humid august that comes once in a blue moon, the sky too neon bright with no clouds whatsoever and this weird heaviness in the air, the air dry and hot as you inhale.

"get plenty of those." taehyung says as he sweeps packets of chips into his hands, doritos and sour cream and onion pringles, spicy 'mexican' chips and regular salty ones, all memories of someone else's childhood, because taehyung only ate these kinds of things when he snuck out of boarding school and met up with normal people at the bars in town. jeongguk grabs these sour gummies that 'make your mouth fuckin' ache, hyung', too, and they both exchange a look when they see a slush puppy machine, making themselves jumbo cups of the flavoured crushed ice in shades of neon yellow ( lemon&lime ) and startling red ( strawberry ).

it tallies up to over twenty thousand won, thirty with the gas, everything over priced but taehyung just swipes his credit card and smiles, cracking a can of the icy cola open and groaning in delight. "c'mon, gguk-ah," he says, and they haul ass to the car, taehyung opening the roof so they can have some airflow. jeongguk grabbed this pair of tacky plastic-y sunglasses off the rack and shoved them down his pants, stole them for no good reason other than 'i just wanted them, hyung', nothing more than the rush. they're heart shaped, the frames red and the glass tinted black, and taehyung misses his sparkling eyes but he doesn't says painting, cause the glasses are just over the line between cutesy and ridiculous, and he's too busy laughing.

"shut up," jeongguk whines, dragging out the syllables as he tilts his seat back, putting his bare feet on the dashboard, and he's got this sweet little pout that taehyung wants to kiss off his lips. taehyung sticks his tongue out at him and they're on the highway again, downing icy slushies and laughing and singing along to the radio, and jeongguk's toned chest heaves as he laughs at some dumb story taehyung's telling, and he's luminescent.

it takes a good while to get to sungje-dong, jeongguk crunching on a packet of tortilla chips as the air cools slightly, but the asphalt road beneath them is cracked and boiling, and taehyung knows that if it gets any hotter his tires'll be coated in a gross sticky sludge of tar. jeongguk points at the sign indicating the turnoff to the city, cheeks stuffed like a hamster.

"what time is it?" taehyung asks as he turns into the other road, the city coming into view, big, squat buildings and trees and lights surrounding them, jeongguk's neck craning to look at it all, before snapping his neck back to look at the clock.

"oh, uhm, like three?" he says, lip between his face. taehyung hums, turns up the radio cause joy division just started up and it's perfect, it's all so perfect.

cheap hotel rooms with one bed are godsent, in kim taehyung's humble opinion, cause it means he can get all cosy with a very happy jeongguk. said boy is all kitted out in this fucking hot outfit taehyung bought him in this cute vintage thrift store, only spent a hundred thousand won in there on bags full of clothes. he's wearing these cute blue denim shorts that cling cutely to his bubble butt and a tight white t-shirt with red sleeves, the harvard college logo printed on the chest.

jeongguk's sorta dancing around the room like he's floating on air, soft giggles leaving his lips, and fuck fuck fuck who allowed him to be this cute? the radio's playing an old love song, it makes taehyung think of his grandpa, and he watches, sat on the springy mattress, a soft smile on his face.

"i'm so happy," jeongguk laughs, his long hair all floppy and falling into his pretty eyes, and taehyung's really gonna have to contain himself. "i don' even know why, i'm just—" he breaks inro a laugh, and he's so angelic, so pretty. he falls onto the bed and bounces up a little, hair spread around his head like a halo.

"i'm happy you're happy," taehyung laughs, ghosting the tips of his fingers over the veins on jeongguk's wrists, the younger's arms outspread, the skin there delicate and soft. jeongguk takes his hand and their fingers look so lovely intertwined, taehyung's slender and bony, jeongguk's veiny and knobbly-knuckled, a pretty contrast. his hand is warm, like taehyung's chest.

"come here," jeongguk says softly, gesturing, and taehyung lays next to him, bony hip pressing into the mattress, and jeongguk shuffles around so they're facing each other, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes and this must be what heaven feels like. jeongguk smiles softly, his eyes crinkling up and brightening. taehyung hums.

"what?"

"oh, 's nothin'," jeongguk giggles, and he's a whole star, lightning up the room. "'s just, i'm in a hotel room with some guy i met a few days ago, and i wouldn't mind... well." he smiles cheekily, perfectly aware of how he's making taehyung's heart do hops, skips and jumps.

"wouldn't mind...?" taehyung smirks softly, scanning jeongguk's face, searching for a telltale sign in the constellations of his eyes. jeongguk smiles.

"well, i wouldn't mind him... kissing me."

taehyung's heart has definitely exploded in a burst of heart shaped confetti and rose petals, leaving red stains within his ribs, and it aches. jeongguk gives this little smile as if he didn't just singlehandedly cause taehyung to go mad, and then he's leaning forward and he's kissing him and he's kissing him and they're kissing and fuck—

taehyung reacts instantly, like a match dropped into kerosene, aflame with want. he kisses jeongguk back with the passion of all the love songs on the radio, aching to touch him but also afraid to, afraid he might break, until jeongguk guides his hand to rest on his waist where his t-shirt is riding up, and he's so petite and his skin is so warm and taehyung is losing his mind. jeongguk moves closer to him with kitten gasps leaving his cherry lips, and taehyung can't get enough, pulls him close so their skin can scald together, there should be steam coming off them with how heated up they are.

jeongguk's hands are in his hair, pulling him close so they can't stop kissing, and taehyung's moving his fingers along jeongguk's skin, and they can't breathe, lungs blooming with a whole garden of flowers. jeongguk pants like a man stranded in a desert when they pull apart, eyes sparkling, lips cherry red and so so pretty. taehyung caresses his smooth skin and smiles at him.

"wow, taehyung," jeongguk breathes out, smiling. "wow."

"wow?" he laughs, his lips reddened from the kiss. "that's all i'm worth?"

jeongguk laughs this soft, stupidly adorable giggle. "dunno. don't have enough to compare it too." he gives taehyung this look, all glint in his eyes and come kiss me pouty lips, and taehyung leans forward to kiss him again, soft and sweet, smiling.

jeongguk keens softly when taehyung squeezes his waist with his veiny hands, hooking a leg over taehyung's hip, impossibly close and wow suddenly everything's too hot in the hotel room. the kiss that was once innocent is turned around by jeongguk biting at taehyung's lip, his fingers touching the hairs on taehyung's neck, and taehyung takes the invitation, slides their tongues together, hand moving up jeongguk's shirt to rest on the burning skin of his ribs.

"do i get more than a 'wow' now?" taehyung asks, breaking off the kiss, and jeongguk whines loudly, fucking whimpers, and taehyung's veins throb with something fiery.

"yeah, f-fuck, yes, kiss me again, tae, please." jeongguk's blabbering, trying to get to taehyung's lips, messily pecking his chin. taehyung kisses him again and again and again and he wants this forever, jeongguk's pretty rose petal lips against his forever, soft and sweet, warm and enticing.

taehyung pretends not to notice the subtle movements of jeongguk's hips against his leg, just grabs his bare thigh, hard, making jeongguk try and muffle a moan into his lips. taehyung pulls away and starts to kiss his face, absolutely drunk off affection. "you're—so—goddamn—pretty," each word is punctuated with kisses to his cheeks, nose and forehead, taehyung's heart beating like a drum beat on a rock and roll song, and jeongguk's heating up, pretty rose red smeared across his cheeks. "absolutely gorgeous." taehyung pecks his lips and squeezes his thigh.

jeongguk takes a deep breath, his eyes hazy and sparkling. "t-taehyung, um, i'm," he tries to hide his face, mumbling with his face behind his fingers.

"you're what, babydoll?" taehyung takes his hand off his thigh and takes jeongguk's hand away from his face. "tell me." he kisses jeongguk's wrist, eyes full of sweet promises and love hearts.

"i'm—i'm hard, i just—" jeongguk groans as taehyung unexpectedly moves his thigh against the bulge in his shorts, cursing. "fuck, fuck—d-don't, ah—" his brows furrow, eyes closing, as taehyung repeats it. "t-tae, fuck, please."

taehyung smiles softly, stopping his movements. "are you sure, baby?" he says, tone soft with care and concern. he's not just going to fuck jeongguk like it's something with no emotion. jeongguk tries to grind his hips again, nodding.

"j-just jerk me o-off, o-or something, fuck, please—i'm so horny, taehyung, please want you—" taehyung cuts his words off with this honeyed and gentle soft kiss, moving his hand to caress jeongguk's chubby cheek, kissing him again with that same sweetness.

"alright, gguk, i'll give you what you want," he kisses the underside of jeongguk's jaw, nibbles the skin there and moves to suck a hickey into his pulse point beneath his ear, leaving a purple mark that looks simply divine against jeongguk's pretty skin. "you're so gorgeous." he breathes, inhaling jeongguk's smell of new clothes and sweat and something just him; jeongguk moans out this cute little sound, eyes fluttering shut.

"tae." he whines, soft, and taehyung nods, fingers stroking down the fabric covering jeongguk's chest.

"i know babydoll, i know," he murmurs, kissing jeongguk's collarbone, lifting the tight t-shirt up. "take this off for me, love, would you?"

jeongguk nods dreamily, peels it off easy, sitting up and exposing every last inch of his golden chest, taehyung's heart palpitating at the sight. he ends up pinning jeongguk down, taken over by something absolutely primal, feral, mouthing hungrily at the flesh that takes like sweat and jeongguk arches his back, aching to get closer.

"beautiful," taehyung kisses down his chest to his bellybutton, undoing jeongguk's shorts with one hand, running his fingers over the bulge in his pants. jeongguk moans loudly, panting, his long hair prettily strewn about around his head. "perfect, absolutely perfect."

he kisses jeongguk as he sticks his hand into his pants, pulling his cock out, the length warm and pulsing in taehyung's hand. jeongguk hisses, grabs at taehyung's hair and yanks hard, moans muffled by the kiss as taehyung's hand begins to jerk him off, slow with a tight grip. "fuck, fuck, fuck—" taehyung looks down to see his pretty thighs quivering gently, sees the leaking head of his cock, ponders over how pretty jeongguk is.

"my lovely baby," he murmurs, moving to suck hickies into jeongguk's chest, onto his tattoo, the dark spots making him feel satisfied.

jeongguk's fucking hot when he's being touched, all squirmy and whining and panting, hair plastered to his forehead as he begs for taehyung to go faster, and of course he does, setting a pace that makes jeongguk grab at the bedsheets and moan in a way that makes taehyung's veins pulse like a nightclub.

"fuck, tae—" he gasps, grinding his hips up into taehyung's hand, while taehyung busies himself with marking up his chest with bruises. "i—ngh, wanna come—"

taehyung grins, moving up to peck his lips, speeding up his hand. "go on, baby." he bites jeongguk's bottom lip, and the boy keens, comes hard all over taehyung's hand with this gorgeously loud moan, followed by a whine and a series of little pants. he makes grabby hands for taehyung when the rich boy tries to clean his hand off, settling on using a sock discarded on the floor.

"that's gross," jeongguk comments, snuggling up to taehyung's warm chest, his hair tickling slightly. "mm, fuck that was... really good."

taehyung chuckles, kissing his head. "oh yeah? nice to know i am worth more than a wow."

jeongguk swats at him, poking his bellybutton. "shut up," he grumbles, his bright eyes focusing on the bulge in taehyung's jeans. "oh, uh—y-you're hard."

"it'd be insane if i wasn't, babydoll," taehyung says, smoothing down jeongguk's back with a big hand. "you're pretty hot. especially when you're coming, jesus, how are you so perfect?"

jeongguk turns a sinful shade of red and buries his face in taehyung's chest. "'m not..." he says, making taehyung chuckle. he squeezes jeongguk's ass softly, the cheeks soft and plump, supple beneath his fingers. jeongguk groans when he pulls his shorts off, shoving them down his thighs so he can have better access to jeongguk's ass.

"your ass is so pretty, baby," taehyung grunts, kneading the flesh, pulling jeongguk to lie on top of him. seeing him completely naked like this, laid out for taehyung's eyes, it makes something flame in his chest. "you're so pretty."

"do you want me to, uhm," jeongguk gives him a look, and taehyung shakes his head, making the younger part his lips in a little 'o'. "you—you don't?"

taehyung shakes his head again, kissing jeongguk's forehead. "no baby, 'm alright. just wanna lie with you. and we'll drive around town tomorrow, yeah? how's that sound?"

jeongguk smiles in this angelic, warm way. "sounds good."

they shower the sweat away together in a ridiculously tiny shower cubicle, and they end up getting the whole bathroom soaked, laughing about it the whole time. jeongguk seems to be obsessed with kissing taehyung, stealing lingering pecks whenever he can, and taehyung hasn't got a bone in him that can complain. he also sings as he showers, pretty and slow love songs that sound heavenly—taehyung tells him he should be a popstar. he just laughs.

they fall asleep together in nothing but bare skin, curled up against each other in a warm, soft embrace, and yeah, taehyung's heart is definitely racing when jeongguk's soft lips kiss the creases of his collarbones and he whispers "goodnight hyung" so fondly. what a fucking roadtrip this has been.

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notes / 041019

i hate myself for how late this is lmao y'all writer's block is fun

i started sixth form college and i have no time to write anymore i stg and rn i'm sick so enjoy the shot i started lit chrally a month ago lol

— love, jace