Taste
•the sensation of flavour perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance.

synonyms: flavour, savour, relish, tang, smack

"The wine had a fruity taste"

Jungkook

I can't sleep.

The white ceiling above mocks me with its serenity, a dull glow from a street lamp outside turning it a sickly yellow. I cringe and move onto my side, my back facing the window. The soft pillow is comforting against my cheek and yet the void of unconsciousness fails to approach. It feels like the world has turned against me and I'm facing the punishment of fatigue and weakness.

Letting the chances of sleeping slip away, I retrieve my phone that sits on my bedside table. The dazzling light that erupts from it causes me to flinch and my eyes to strain. I decide to turn the brightness down to restrain any difficulty. I tap onto the instagram app and wait for it to load before typing in the search bar.

Kim Taehyung

A few results show up but one catches my eye the most.

Taeddy.bear

I open the account up and smile at his dorky grin that is visible in his profile picture. I begin my stalking session and scroll through his various uploads.

I chuckle at a video of him spinning around in the middle of a field, arms outstretched like he's embracing the sky. Another photo shows him leaning against a brick wall wearing a long brown coat, warm scarf and wooly jumper. Something in my mind wants to jump into the picture and hug him, snuggling into his layers of clothing and feeling his warmth radiate into my own.

I picture the scene and feel warm inside, a light and happy feeling filling my insides. It makes me feel calm and safe, like nothing can threaten or hurt me.

And that's when I feel my eyes growing heavy and the dark abyss of sleep take over.

-x-

Taehyung

The wind curls around me, raking through my hair and flowing across my exposed face. The usually bright green grass on campus is now covered with rusty leaves that coat the grounds like a cloth.

"So Taehyung, are you going back to your house now or are you staying? I could do with some company whilst I study" my friend Jin asks as we crunch through the leaves and reach the square, a fountain in the centre spurting crystallized water.

"I've gotta get back home to my dad so we can head over to Soojin's house for the evening, sorry hyung" I pout, watching as his face falls and pink hair dances in the wind.

"Ok fine, whatever" he waves a hand dismissively and dramatically flings his scarf around his neck for added effect.

"Hyungggg~ I said I'm sorry!" I hold onto his arm and try to win him over by trying to be cute. He just tuts and pushes me off.

"Its fine. How is all that going, anyway?" He asks, referring to Soojin and the whole family bananza. We reach the stone pathway that eventually leads to the library and parking, where my car is located.

"It's going well. Soojin seems nice and she makes really good food" I hum, remembering the bibimbap from the other day. Jin perks up at the sound of food but soon hides it.

"Doesn't she have a son a couple of years younger than you?"

The very thought of Jungkook makes my heart beat quicker and a large smile to creep onto my lips.

"Yeah, she does. Jungkook. He's nice too, good sense of humour. We have lots in common which is cool" I say briefly. I don't dare tell him anything else or he may flip out. I wouldn't blame him.

The grand brick building of the library looms over us, casting a cold shadow. Stone steps lead up to the large double doors that allow a yellow light to glow out from inside, turning the top few steps orange.

"Well, this is my stop. I'll see you tomorrow?" Jin places a foot on the first step of stone and turns his head to look at me.

"Yeah, sure. Seeya" I wave and he waves back as I continue down the path, now alone.

Passing tall trees that reach the sky, I make my way down an alley and soon reach my black BMW that is parked against the curb.

Time to see Jungkook.

-x-

The wood creaks under my feet as I step onto the familiar porch, whitewashed door in front of me. My dad presses the doorbell and a dull ring can be heard from inside. The small pane of glass in the middle of the wood reveals a figure running to the door and unlocking it. With a squeak, the door swings open to showcase a boy with wet dark hair, doey eyes and wearing... A bathrobe.

He immediately leaps to the side, hiding behind the door with widened eyes. He meets my gaze and I watch as his face transitions from peach to crimson.

"H-hey! Sorry, I just got out the shower and I th-thought you were my friend" he says sheepishly, opening the door wider for us to enter.

I can't help but stare at his state. His dark locks stick to his forehead and the rather thin robe has been tied loosely so most of his chest is revealed. I gulp and quickly look away. Myself and Juwon take off our shoes and coats, my dad soon entering the kitchen where Soojin is cooking. Jungkook sprints up the stairs before I can even say a word.

I roll my eyes and make my way upstairs and into his room. He's in front of his wardrobe, going through clothes to wear and throwing the selected garments on the bed. He turns to look at me and soon directs his attention back to the clothes. I just chuckle and perch on the end of the bed.

"Nice hair" I point out and he slams closed the wardrobe doors, pouting.

"I didn't know you were coming over" Jungkook sighs, cheeks still rosy. He picks up the pair of skinny jeans from the bed and pulls them on with a struggle, practically hopping around the entire room like a bunny.

"Who was the friend you thought was coming over?" I ask with curiosity as he unties the robe with difficulty.

"Oh, just my best friend Jimin. We've been friends for years" He answers and turns his back to me, shrugging off the robe and showing his exposed back. I bite my lip and mentally slap myself for thinking dirty thoughts.

Stop it, Tae. You thirsty fucker.

"Ah, I see" I nod even though he can't see. He pulls on an oversized sweater and then jumps on the bed next to me. I ruffle his wet hair and he giggles, making me smile.

"I can't be bothered to dry my hair" he shrugs and lays down, pulling me down with him. We both stare up at the ceiling and I can feel the sharp coldness of his feet against my bare ankle.

"Your feet are freezing!" I yelp and sit up, causing him to bolt upright. I clasp his left foot in my hands to try and warm them up but I doubt it's working. He grins and wiggles his toes.

"I'll put on some socks" Jungkook mumbles and rolls off the bed, pulling open a drawer and fishing out a pair of fluffy socks. He slips them onto his small pale feet and scrambles back on the bed.

"Do you wanna watch TV?" He asks, snuggling into my side. I smile at his sudden clingyness and wrap an arm around his waist. We sit up against the wall at the back of the bed, TV hanging on the opposite wall. He grabs the remote from the bedside table and turns it on, screen lighting up and cartoons appearing on it.

"You watch cartoons?" I ask him and he nods, laughing.

"I can change it if you want" he holds out the remote to change the channel but I push it down, sliding it out of his hands.

"No, I like cartoons too"

Jungkook grins and leans into me, attention moving to the screen. However, mine doesn't. Mine is on him. His hair is still slightly damp but slowly drying, going fluffy. His skin looks soft and untouched, innocent and pure. My hand itches to stroke his skin and feel the softness under my fingertips. The urge is unbearable.

I give in and move my hand down to run my fingers against the smooth skin on his face. He flinches under my touch but soon relaxes, looking up at me with eyes large and confused. I smile in reply and he smiles back, cheeks rising. I move my fingertips along his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose and finally, to his lips. They feel soft and plump to the touch, not chapped or dry.

I pull down on his bottom lip and he looks at me with an expression of calmness but with a hint of nerves. I stare at his lips as I feel him stare into my eyes, my face instinctively moving closer. My fingers slide down to his chin and my hand clasps around it, pulling it up so our faces are only inches apart. I can feel his hot breath against my nose as I lean down, feeling Jungkook's hand cup the back of my neck.

I move closer and closer until I feel his soft lips brush against mine, pressing down and feeling our warmth merge together. I place a hand on his waist and the other on his chest as I lean down, slowly moving my mouth against his own that tastes of honey.

Jungkook gently places a hand on my cheek, the other still behind my neck, pulling my body closer to his so there's hardly any distance between us. The kiss becomes more heated and passionate, our lips crashing together and moving quickly against each other. I hover above Jungkook and run my tongue across his bottom lip, causing him to shudder but open his mouth wider, granting me access. I slide my tongue into his warm cavern, exploring inside with flicks and movements of my wet muscle. He releases a deep moan that fills the room, audible above the cartoons on the television.

Catching me off guard, he lightly sucks on my tongue, causing a groan to erupt from my mouth. His own tongue runs against mine, colliding and battling, harsh breaths rushing out of both of us. He moans again, the sound filling my mouth and causing slight vibrations against my lips.

The hand on his chest begins to wander down, gliding across his torso and then his stomach. I reach the waistband of his jeans, gripping onto it and giving it a tug. Jungkook hums against my lips and latches a hand into my hair. I move my hand down even further until I reach his crotch, cupping his member through the tight denim. He gasps and I remove my tongue from his mouth, only to begin attacking his neck with wet kisses and sucks on the skin.

"A-ah Tae!" Jungkook yelps, biting his swollen lip to stop himself from being too loud. I stroke his clothed member and hear his breaths become ragged and unsteady.

I lightly suck on his collarbone, making his snow-like skin turn a burning red. He squirms under me, clearly losing sanity and enveloped in the moment. I quicken my pace on his member, a groan bouncing off the walls from his bruised mouth.

A sudden repetitive thumping can be heard from outside, the sound of someone climbing the stairs. I halt, covering a hand over Jungkook's mouth. He looks at me with wide eyes, glossy and pupils enlarged. The thudding stops, only to be replaced by a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" I call out, voice wavering slightly. Jungkook latches a hand around my wrist and pulls my hand from his mouth.

"Dinner is ready. Come on down before it gets cold" the familiar sound of my dad's voice can be heard from the other side of the door. His stomps return as he travels the stairs once again, leaving with a whistle dancing from his lips.

I clamber off of the younger male under me, standing up from the bed and helping him to his feet. He doesn't move, just stands there, avoiding my gaze.

"You're getting better, Kookie" I smirk and take hold of his dainty hand, interlacing our fingers. He looks up at me and smiles. My eyes widen at the sight, however. His neck is decorated with red marks, lips bruised.

"Before we go down..." I turn him around to face the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He gulps and tugs on his collar.

"You may want to change into a turtleneck"

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Whenever I see idols wearing turtlenecks I'm just like

Okay I'm just gonna leave lmao bye x