STRAIGHT | VKOOK

Best friends agreeing to be best friends with benefits is always a no. Especially when both of them are straight. But maybe, maybe this time it was a yes.

(Or perhaps it wasn't.)

AlwaysPopin © 2018

Note:
This book contains mature language, smut, and obviously gay stuff. If any of that discomforts you, please don't read the book rather than reporting it :) And thank you for choosing this book!

This book was inspired by @LARRYVGL 's Enemies With Benefits, so if you see any similarities that is why.

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Taehyung sighed, lifting himself up on his elbows, and picked up his phone to look at the time.

2:37 AM.

He groaned but his eyes caught sight of the lock screen. Jungkook must have changed it before going to bed because the background image was a picture of Jungkook squinting his eyes and scrunching up his nose.

He looked adorable, except for the fact that he was not wearing a shirt and the picture was taken from an angle which gave a perfect view of his abs.

Taehyung looked at the picture for a while and then back at the time.

2:42 AM.

Did he just stare at Jungkook's picture for five minutes straight?

He sighed put his phone back on the side table and turned on his side to face Jungkook, who had easily fallen asleep almost two hours ago, without any trouble, unlike Taehyung.

Taehyung just couldn't sleep. He looked at Jungkook. The only sound he could hear were of his soft snores and some crickets chirping in a distance.

His eyes roamed over the boy laying beside him on the bed, nuzzling deep into the covers, hugging them close to his chest. Jeon Jungkook. His best friend of seventeen years.

Taehyung observed his flawless features which shone in the night as moonlight fell on his face causing his face to give out a pearly glow.
His eyelids were closed, resting after yet another day of the two boys skipping school to hang out at the mall, checking out girls, flirting with old ladies playfully and trying on nerdy dad clothes.

Then driving to Jungkook's place with music blasting through the speakers as both of them damaged their vocal cords by screaming the lyrics on top of their lungs and dancing wildly to the beat until finally both were too tired to move after the crazy pillow fight in Jungkook's room.

Yup, the typical way to spend a day with your best friend.

Taehyung smiled to himself, not taking his eyes off Jungkook. Jungkook looked completely relaxed as he slept peacefully, not a worry on his mind. His muscles were at peace as the boy snored lightly.

His eyelashes rested gracefully on the pale, smooth skin of his cheeks. Taehyung reached over to pull back his hair that were falling on his face, revealing his perfectly shaped brows which were usually hidden beneath his hair.

Taehyung took in his beauty, observing how his nose had the perfect bridge and then turned cutely, making a button shape, which Taehyung had been wanting to bop for ages but had somehow restrained himself.

Taehyung noticed how Jungkook's lips look so pink even in the darkness of the night and also how his top lip was slightly thinner than the bottom one and how soft they looked. He could bet they would feel amazing against his own- what? What is he even thinking?

He sighed and laid back on his back and stared up at the ceiling, "What am I even doing?" Taehyung mumbled to himself as he brought his hands to his face and groaned against his palms.

This.

This was the reason he was not able to sleep. He had described each and every one of Jungkook's features almost hundred times now but still couldn't keep his eyes of the boy's face. He just couldn't keep the boy out of his head.

It was not the first time he had stayed over at Jungkook's house. It was not the first time they have slept in the same bed. Taehyung and Jungkook stayed over at each others houses almost every other day.

But this was the first time Taehyung had looked at Jungkook like this. It was the first time he had looked at Jungkook... differently. Different as in, not just as a best friend.

Now it doesn't normally happens that you are just living your life normally, surrounded by your friends, family and that one friend who knows all your deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets.

The same one who knows each and every person you have slept with, had a crush on or been with. They know what your favorite kind of coffee is and which hoodie is your favorite and whether your toothpaste is mango flavored or mint flavored.

And it doesn't normally happens that you suddenly get all flustered when they take their shirt off in front of you. You don't get turned on by them putting a hand on your thigh or sitting on your lap playfully.

And you DON'T freaking think about them while touching yourself under your blanket, trying not to moan because they are in the SAME freaking BED as you.

Why? Because they are your best friend!

But what doesn't happen normally is what was exactly happening to Taehyung. The past few weeks had been confusing for him because there was only one thing on his mind. Jeon freaking Jungkook!

This had never, I repeat NEVER, happened before.

Jungkook had been Taehyung's best friend since they were just tiny one year olds who would go to the playground with their mothers sucking on their fingers while looking at each other with big eyes, sitting in their mother's laps as they talked.

Crying when a dog suddenly ran past by scaring them, or squealing when a butterfly fluttered in front of their eyes, trying to catch it in their tiny fists.

They went to elementary school together, sharing their lunches, holding hands while skipping around in recess, drawing on each other's notebook with a purple or black crayon when the other wasn't looking.

Showing each other the stars they got on their hands for behaving well and telling each other how their mommy took them to target the day before or how they went to potty themselves for the first time.

They went to middle school together, telling each other about how they heard that a certain girl in their chemistry class has a crush on them, how bad their first kiss was because the girl had her hair stuck to her lip gloss and how they got the high score in that one popular video game.

And now they go to high school together, bragging to each other about how if felt to fuck the girl from math class, how the girl from the grade above sucked their dick or how the other's hair looked as if they had gelled it and then ironed it straight up.

But not once during these years had Taehyung ever thought about kissing Jungkook. Not once has he wanted to pin him up against the wall and mark him up. Not once has he thought about bending Jungkook over his lap and spanking him. Not even once.

Until now.

All of a sudden Taehyung found himself day dreaming about the raven haired boy. He would think about how his lips would feel and how his moans would sound. He would usually catch himself taking in Jungkook's features and observing everything he did. Everything. Be it wrapping his fingers around the water bottle or sucking on the end of his pen.

He would find himself playing scenarios in his head where he would pull Jungkook closer by his waist and kiss him hard or ones where Jungkook would be on his knees suckin-

Yeah, so you could say the past few weeks had been confusing for Taehyung. He had ignored it at first but the imagery had gotten more and more frequent. He still remembered the first time this 'accident' happened.

Taehyung was sitting on the chair in the far corner of the library, waiting for Jungkook. He was scrolling through his Instagram, looking at a picture of some girls from his school in bikinis. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching his table

It was Jungkook. He was wearing his usual black oversized shirt with black skinny jeans and brown Timberlakes. His head phones were around his neck and his bag hung loosely over his shoulder. Jungkook flopped down on the chair, scrolling through some songs on his phone.

He reached out his hand, trying to grab Taehyung's water bottle which was on the table but his hand missed it. He didn't bother looking up and ran his hand across the table, searching for the bottle.

Taehyung watched as his hand accidently smacked the bottle and it fell down. Jungkook slowly wrapped his hand around the bottle and picked it up, eyes fixated on his phone screen.

Jungkook unscrewed the cap and tilted his head back, tipping the water in his throat, the rim of the bottle pressed against his lips as he gulped the water down, his Adams apple bobbing in rhythm.

Taehyung closed his eyes and suddenly he was on his bed in his room, lights dimmed low and Jungkook was on his knees between his legs, eyeing his thick, veiny cock with lust. Taehyung looked down at him with a glazed look.

Jungkook brought his hand up, slowly wrapping his hand over Taehyung's cock and Taehyung hissed from the contact. He started moving his hand up and down, pumping Taehyung's cock and Taehyung gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Jungkook tipped his head down and wrapped his pretty lips around the tip of Taehyung's dripping cock and Taehyung let out a moan.

"Fuck." Taehyung breathed out, sweat glistening on his forehead as he jumped up in his chair.

"You okay?" Jungkook looked up from adjusting his head phones over his ears and Taehyung gulped, licking his lips and panting slightly. He was gripping the edge of the chair with both of his hands so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

"Y-yes. Yes." He whispered, feeling his dick hardening in his pants. He got up from his chair, leaving his bag behind, "Just need to go to the washroom." he said before running out of the library.

So. The first time he ever thought about Jungkook in a dirty way, Taehyung had shook his head, eyes widened at the vulgar image. He thought that this phase would pass in a day or two but now? Now he wasn't so sure.

He was getting less and less ashamed of dreaming and dreaming and dreaming about placing his hands under Jungkook's thighs, lifting him up and throwing him on the bed. Then getting on top of him, taking his shirt off and kissing his lips, his neck, his collar bones, his chest, his stomach, his thighs and-

"What could go wrong anyway? It's not like I am telling anyone," Taehyung thought as he closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep because he had school the next day and if ne didn't get some sleep soon, he would be drooling all over his notebooks in class.

Plus, it's not like he would suddenly kiss Jungkook out of the blue and mess things up.

"No one needs to know what's going on in my head," Taehyung smirked to himself. "And besides it's kind of fun to think about how Jungkook would moan under me as I would fuck him hard."

He let his mind wander over to the places where, he was sure, Jungkook won't be pleased to know about. After all both of them were guys and both of them were straight.

Taehyung could feel himself harden and closed his eyes, hands travelling downwards for no innocent cause, of course.

Thinking dirty about your best friend doesn't make you gay right?

Of course it doesn't. He was just thinking, its all in his head. He was most definitely straight.

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Okay why is it that I start a story, write the first chapter and then leave it there. I really need to work on that, because I just loose motivation after the first chapter.