His eyes were sealed shut with sleep, and a low groan escaped his lips. The throbbing sensation at the back of his head was the worst he ever experienced. To sooth the pain, he massaged his temples, but all in vain.

    "Here."

Jeongguk peeled his eyes open and saw Taehyung beside the bed, a glass of water in hand along with a tiny pill. His gray plaid pajama pants hung off his hips, exposing his prominent v-line. When Jeongguk sat up, he hissed at the pain in his lower back.

    "How're you feeling?"

"Like shit. What happened last night?" Jeongguk sipped at the water, and noticed Taehyung tense up. He set the half-drunken glass on the nightstand, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. Wait. He wore a long sleeve yesterday. Looking down, his eyes widened when he realized he was bare. "T-Taehyung, what happened?"

    "You really don't remember?"

Oh god. What if I slept with someone? What if I just got some STD from some bastard who left in the morning? Shit!

The faint scent of love-making met his nostrils, pulling his face into a familiar grimace. His eyes darted around the musky bedroom; clothes scattered everywhere, and the bedsheets rumpled—stained with sweat and dried up ejaculation. There were no condoms in sight.

"Fuck!" Jeongguk sobbed, hiding his face in his palms.

    "Gguk-ah, relax."

"Don't tell me to fucking relax!" He swatted the hand on his shoulder, and pulled at his hair, "I don't know who the hell I slept with!"

    "It was me. You slept with me." Taehyung admitted.

Everything became but white noise. As soon as the words left his mouth, every touch of sin, every whispered sweet nothing, every tear flooded his mind. A deep shade of red flared across his face.

    "Do you remember?" Taehyung raised a brow.

Jeongguk hid his face in his hands and nodded. He felt larger hands against his, felt them gently remove them from his face. Like a moth to flame, their lips slowly inched forward. Closer and closer. Until they were merely a centimeter apart; lips brushing against one another, breath fanning over. But a blaring alarm sounded from Jeongguk's phone.

"Shit!" Jeongguk scrambled out of bed dove into his wardrobe to dress himself in uniform. He grabbed all necessary belongings and, wordlessly, flew out the door. He could not look at him. Not now.

He barged through the double glass doors, just minutes before his work shift began. Beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. Yoongi tilted his head, eyebrows hidden behind his bangs.

    "You okay?" He waddled over.

"I'm fine." Jeongguk panted, face flushed red, and snatched a notepad and black pen from the counter. The items jittery in his hands.

"Gguk-ah," Yoongi seized him by the shoulder and motioned another staff member to give them a moment. "What happened?"

    "Don't wanna talk about it..."

    "I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Jeongguk pursed his lips, words stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell him, but he could not. Still too shocked. He shook his head dismissively, unease slithering down his spine. He continued work silently. Even the regular customers he served noticed something off. After his shift, he opened his car door, only to have it slammed shut.

    "What the hell?!"

    "What's going on, hmm?" Yoongi crossed his arms.

    "Nothing." Jeongguk huffed, looking at all the people getting in their cars, driving off. He persisted, but got his hand smacked when he touched the car handle. "I'm not doing this here."

    "Fine. I'll just ask Taehyung-ah."

"No, you won't!" Jeongguk yanked his phone out his hand, and Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him.

    "Did something happen between you two?"

His entire body froze.

"I-It was an accident!" He blurted, waving his hands in defense.

"Answers my question. What happened exactly?" Yoongi chuckled.

    "Hyung—"

"Tell me!" He grabbed Jeongguk's narrow shoulders, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

    "No."

    "C'mon..."

    "We—"

    "You...?"

Jeongguk inhaled deeply. "We, we had sex. I was drunk and—"

    "Well, do you remember it?"

He nodded, feeling his palms become sweaty, his heart palpitating. By now, he remembered every touch, every bite, every kiss, every time he made him giggle, and every time he wanted to bring him closer.

    "How'd it feel?"

"Fucking amazing." Jeongguk heaved out a sigh, and rolled his eyes. "It's been so long since someone touched me like that. And he was drunk. Imagine when he's—no...it can't happen again."

    "And why not?"

"If I'm with a guy like that, I want to—to be in a relationship with him." Jeongguk pinched his nose bridge and sighed. "We just, just don't work together. Couldn't see myself dating him."

"Why do you have to date them, Gguk-ah? For once in your life, just hook up with someone," Yoongi placed a hand on his hip. "That's why I asked him to move in with you! He'd be great, just for sex."

Jeongguk scratched his nape, "I wouldn't want to do that to him."

"Listen. Taehyung is...just talk to him." Yoongi slung his arm around his shoulder, "He'll do no strings attached."

    "How could I do that to someone?"

    "Just talk to him."

    After they dispersed, Jeongguk headed to the local library. As he walked through the various isles of shelves, tracing each book's spine, he thought about his insoluble dilemma. He grimaced at the thought of asking Taehyung to do such a thing for him, his own personal pleasure. He turned the pages of some book absentmindedly. The thought of using someone...it made him nauseous.

    "Hey, Jeongguk-ah." Taehyung grinned when he walked through the door, and diverted his attention to the man beside him on the couch. "We need to talk."

Jeongguk pursed his lips. It was the same pink-haired man he always brought home. He was petite in size; his soft candy floss-like hair parted across his forehead and matched the rosy hue of his pillow-like cheeks. Jeongguk bowed slightly and hastened to the kitchen, spying on them through the kitchen-to-living room window.

    "You sure?" Taehyung leaned towards the pink-haired man, brushing his hair from his eyes.

    "Yeah. I'll see you later." The man gave Taehyung a peck before he left.

Jeongguk wandered around the kitchen, pretending to be busy, when Taehyung entered the kitchen to search for a water bottle.

"You should work on your eavesdropping." He had a smug grin on his face, messy hair making him look boyish. "Don't think you heard what I whispered."

    "I...I didn't mean to."

"I don't blame you. We were right there." He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Jeongguk bit his lip, eyes accidently drifting towards the exposed skin when his shirt rose. "Well, I'm going to bed. G'night~"

    "Night—"

Jeongguk's breath hitched when he felt soft lips pressed against his reddening cheek.

    "See you tomorrow."

He stood dumbfounded, riveted in place. Fingers slowly coming up to touch the area where he felt the soft lips, as he watched Taehyung stride away. When he was left alone in the dim kitchen, he comprehended the situation and skipped into his room. Jumping onto his bed, he planted his face into the fluffy pillow and released a restrained squeal. Weird.

Now, all he wondered was if he should talk to Taehyung about what Yoongi said or not.

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Damn. Took a century to update. Sorry about that, Monie. Don't hate me. New books will be released next year.

Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors—haven't proofread.

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