Jungkook stared up at the top bunk of the bed from where he laid.

It was morning and Namjoon was still asleep, evident in the slight bowing of the wooden slats above him under his weight.

When he first came to the dorm the bent wood scared him but over the past two years he'd become accustomed to it and accepted that if they ever did snap, then he would deal with it when the time comes.

Jungkook had gotten home and gone straight to bed the night before, leaving Namjoon alone to work for the better part of the night.

Currently he was staring at the numbers on his wrist, he hadn't noticed before but underneath in small round letters was written 'Taehyung xxx' The blue-black biro had smudged a little in his sleep but was still perfectly legible, contrasting against his pale skin in a way he knew his parents would scold him for if he couldn't wash it off.

The numbers where already typed in his phone and ready to go but the device seemed to weigh down his palm as he considered his options.

He wasn't gay. He was just confirming that he wasn't, right? This meant nothing.

Jungkook let out a sharp sigh and pressed call before he could change his mind again. "Not gay not gay not gay," He repeated to himself, clutching onto the device by his ear tighter with each tedious ring.

For each slow ring he considered hanging up or throwing his phone out the window or blocking him, but on the fourth, he picked up.

"Hello one sexy mother fucker speaking," His deep voice hummed, exactly as Jungkook had remembered it from the previous night.

Taehyung flashed through his mind and having a name to put to his face made his stomach coil uncomfortably.

"As much of a dickhead as when we last spoke, aren't you?"

"Oh, I thought I didn't recognise this number. You must be that bottom from the bar,"

"It's Jungkook," He said, briefly wondering whether he should have given his name so easily before dismissing the thought as stupid. "And still not a bottom,"

"Sweetie, you're a bottom, trust me. Though I assume you'll keep up this pathetic dominance until you're fucked senseless,"

Jungkook gulped and held the phone tightly in his hand, looking down at the creased grey bedsheets beneath him. "I uh, I actually wanted to ask you for a favour,"

"A favour?" Taehyung repeated softly. "Hmm and what might that entail?"

"I think I might be gay and I want help with figuring it out," He muttered, weary of someone hearing his confession despite knowing he was alone.

The strangers voice was smug, fighting off a smirk that could be easily heard in his tone. "By fucking you?"

Shame you can't kick someone in the balls over the phone.

"I'd rather fuck you but you're all I've got so I won't be picky this time,"

"Don't worry sweetie; I'll make you feel real good,"

Jungkook wet his lips and continued, pretending not to hear his comment. "But I don't know if I'm ready. I'm scared I won't like it and I'll be stuck with a dick up my ass. That's so humiliating. The whole concept of bottoming is so emasculating,"

"Jungkook," He spoke softly and slowly. "If you don't like it then I can stop, that's not a problem, yeah? And listen, as for the humiliation... It makes it all the more enjoyable,"

"I'm not kinky," Jungkook whispered.

"Hmm maybe right, maybe wrong. Give it a go,"

Jungkook sighed, letting his weight fall back on the pillow and closing his eyes. "I just- I get it if you don't wanna deal with me. I'm probably not the easy fuck you were expecting,"

"Oh I'll deal with you alright; don't you worry about that one,"

Jungkook swapped his phone to his other hand, wiping his clammy palm on the sheet. "So... Can we meet up?

"Yeah, I can probably make time this evening if that's okay? I'll text you the address,"

"Okay, thank you,"

"No problem sweetie, give me a heads up if you want to cancel,"

Jungkook agreed and slowly opened his eyes to end the call before letting his phone drop onto the mattress.

As he did he noticed Namjoon's head peering over from the top bunk.

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

Jungkook offered a shy smile. "I thought you were sleeping Joon,"

The larger man climbed down, the bed dipping slightly as he half sat, half fell, beside him. "Are you sure about this Kook? I thought you didn't like that guy,"

He shrugged, pulling himself to to sit by his pillow. "He's more annoying than bad I think... Why? Should I cancel?"

"Do you want to cancel?"

"Not really,"

"There's your answer then. Besides this is perfect, there's a girl I wanted to invite over tonight,"

Jungkook rolled his eyes and knocked him with his foot. "I won't be gone the whole night you know,"

"Sure you will, if it goes well. Hey you can come back if you really need to but you've been warned,"

"You suck," Jungkook mumbled. Namjoon checked the time and started getting ready for the day, flicking through their small shared wardrobe to pick out a clean shirt.

"Just be safe, yeah? Make sure your location is on on your phone. If it's an emergency you know you can always call me too, right?"

Jungkook hummed in agreement though he wasn't entirely sure. Would he trust Namjoon enough in an emergency? He felt guilt creep into his thoughts as he was inclined to say no.

His friend had better things to do than babysit his privileged self.

"Did he give you a time?" Namjoon continued, smoothing the creases in the mostly clean shirt he picked.

Jungkook felt his phone vibrate against the pillow and tapped it to check. "Just," He hummed. "You want the address?"

Namjoon nodded, paying half an ear as he fixed his hair in the mirror. "Can't hurt to have,"

Jungkook watched him walk to their small shared bathroom, leaving the door open so he could peer in. "Joon, don't you think it's weird he's so willing to help me?"

He heard a low hum from his throat along with the splash of running water. "Depends, he think you're hot?"

He pondered on it for a moment. "... He said I'm his type,"

"That's probably it then. Crazy what people do for those they're attracted to,"

"Would you ever do anything crazy for love?" Jungkook cooed.

"Fuck no," Namjoon scoffed, spitting toothpaste in the sink and running the tap again. "That shits for morons,"

"And you're sooo smart right?" Jungkook teased with a grin as his friend walked back from the bathroom, still in his pants while he searched for clean trousers.

"Yeah I am, that's why you need my class notes at least once a week,"

"Can't argue with that one," Jungkook agreed.

Namjoon finished getting dressed and left, leaving Jungkook to reread Taehyung's message alone.

He saved his contact, changing his name between Taehyung and various insults before he settled on one.

He searched the address too, found the fastest route to walk there, quite pleased when he found it was only ten minutes or an even shorter bus ride and close to a supermarket that he made a mental note to buy some cheap groceries from on the way home.

After a while he ran out of ways to interact with the message and decided to bide his time studying until the afternoon.

♡

A robotic voice told Jungkook to keep walking along the same straight road for one minute to reach his destination. Taehyung's house.

His hands tightened on the phone. He was really doing this. Really going to go and lose his virginity to some dickhead he met at a bar.

He kept walking, shoving his phone deep into the pocket of his jeans, snug beside the pepper spray Namjoon had given him as an emergency measure.

As he walked further he noticed Taehyung leaning against a brick wall, hands hiding in his dark jogging bottoms as he shivered, wearing just a t shirt in the cold winter weather.

He looked up at him and smiled when he neared. "Jungkook! Quick, I'm freezing my ass off out here," The man said, entering the building and not bothering to check if Jungkook was behind him.

The door opened into a short white hallway and set of stairs, their shoes squeaked against the laminated floor and the sharp slapping of Taehyung's slippers echoed through the stairwell as he easily took two steps at a time.

Jungkook rushed to follow, panting slightly when Taehyung stopped and fished his keys from his pocket. "Excited?"

"I don't know," He admitted quietly, regaining his breath.

"Nervous?" Taehyung asked, twisting the key in the lock and forcing the door open with a push.

"Definitely," He whispered, stepping into the narrow hallway and slipping off his shoes behind Taehyung. The man took his coat and hung it beside his own.

"Don't worry, it's your first time, right?"

Jungkook nodded in agreement, having to consciously unfurl his fists that had tightened in anxiety.

He half expected Taehyung to throw his coat to the side and pounce on him but that wasn't the case. Instead, the man offered him a cup of tea and a quick chat to help him relax.

Jungkook gave an appreciative smile as he sat on the corner of the bed, a warm mug cradled in his hands while he waited for Taehyung to take a seat.

When he sat and made himself comfortable Jungkook didn't wait for him to speak. "So, can you tell me a bit about yourself?"

Taehyung looked at him blankly for a second before taking a sip from the steaming mug. "Depends, what you want to know?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I didn't think that far ahead."

He wet his lips and opted for looking around the room rather than back at Taehyung.

It was decently sized, a large bed in the centre with a padded stool by the foot, a large rug, built in wardrobe and mirror situated at what appeared to be some kind of dressing table.

The walls were a pale grey that worked well with the dark grey-brown furniture, making the room quite comfortable.

He saw a bookcase too but couldn't make out anything on the shelf.

"Why don't you start, hm? Tell me about yourself,"

Jungkook shifted his gaze to his mug, soft wisps of steam floating up and hitting his chin as he took a hesitent sip. "My name is Jeon Jungkook, I'm twenty and in my second year studying business at university,"

"How factual," Taehyung hummed, a slight smile twitching on the corners of his lips. "Anything else?"

"Um, I work part time at a Subway? That's all really, I'm not very interesting,"

"There must be more to you than that, Jungkook, why do you like business?"

He finally made eye contact and found that it was much easier to hold than on their first meeting. His gaze was still strong but somewhat lazy and non threatening, his whole attire was laid back, his back slouched and his own mug balanced carefully on his knee, one hand wrapped loosely around the base to stop it from tipping over.

"I don't, business is boring," He mumbled, hearing a small snicker from the other man. "I did like dancing though, it's not really worth talking about since I don't do it anymore,"

"Oh? Why not?"

"There's no jobs in dancing,"

Taehyung hummed and swirled his drink in the mug. "That depends if you know where to look, doesn't it?"

He shrugged. "It's too late now anyway, either I looked badly or I wasn't good enough,"

Taehyung let out another hum. Jungkook got the impression he wasn't particularly interested in his life but having someone non committal to speak to gave him a little flare of excitement.

"I probably have some videos, if you wanna see, maybe you can judge?"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and patted the bed beside him. "Sure, why not?"

He crawled over, being careful not to spill his drink as he sat beside Taehyung and pulled his phone out.

Jungkook quickly scrolled a few years back before slowly scrolling through pages of photos and videos. "Here's one," He said softly, opening the video and checking his sound was on before leaning closer.

The video started with Jungkook's friend setting up the phone. He noticed Taehyung stiffen at this but thought nothing of it as they continued watching, his friend jogged back over to Jungkook in time for the music to start.

It was a decent video, an unedited version of one he had used trying to apply to a job. He liked it but was hit with a pang of insecurity knowing it wasn't good enough.

He paused it half way through to put it away, weary of boring Taehyung with the full clip. "What you think?"

Taehyung held his mug to his lips, taking a second to respond. "You were pretty good. Young too, who was that guy you were with?"

"Oh that's Jimin, he was my best friend," Jungkook said, trailing his forefinger across the rim of the cup. "We stopped talking a couple years ago but we were really close,"

Jungkook noticed that Taehyung had finished his tea and was now just listening to him. He put his own mug on the bedside table, only a miniscule amount left that wasn't worth finishing.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at setting the mood,"

"That's okay sweetheart, I wanted you to relax and you have, hm? Setting the mood is my speciality,"

Jungkook nodded, waiting for Taehyung to continue.

"Do you want anything else before we start?"

He shook his head, surprised when Taehyung immediately leaned in, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"Just follow my lead,"

Taehyung kissed him again, deepening it as a hand sneaked to cup his neck, another pressing on his chest to lay him down against the bed as he straddled him.

His mouth was warm and wet and Jungkook struggled to keep up with his lips as his tongue pushed through into his mouth.

He squeezed his eyes closed and let Taehyung do his thing, which he didn't seem to mind, hands wandering down to his clothed chest and waist, firmly rubbing the skin through the material before slowly tugging the fabric out from the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook shivered at the feeling of his clothing being displaced, hesitantly reaching up to hold onto his shoulder.

Taehyung let his fingers roam beneath his shirt, lifting the fabric as he explored the expanse of soft skin around Jungkook's stomach, warm fingers applying a gentle pressure.

While he did Jungkook gained some confidence, making more of an attempt to kiss the man back and letting his left hand follow his shoulder down to his bicep, where he teased his fingers beneath the loose fitting sleeve of his shirt and felt the firm muscle of Taehyung's arm on his hand.

He was interrupted when Taehyung took this as a sign, breaking the kiss and pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned upper body.

Jungkook turned his head to the side, unsure of how to feel.

Taehyung ducked his head down to Jungkook's neck, carefully nipping along the skin and pausing to see his reaction before leaving wet kisses along the expanse of skin.

He lifted his arms hold onto Taehyung's bare shoulders, they were firm with muscle and his skin radiated heat.

He let out a flustered sigh as Taehyung helped him out of his shirt and adjusted himself to grind against his crotch through the thick layer of his jeans.

The growing arousal was difficult to ignore as his cheeks flushed, let out shallow breaths, the undeniable situation between his legs.

He'd never felt like that before. Especially not so quickly.

Jungkook mentally cursed at the thought. Taehyung was attractive but he was also undeniably masculine. His voice was deep and husky, he was broad and muscular, everytime he lowered his head Jungkook could smell an expensive musky cologne against his neck.

"Do you want me to stop?" Taehyung asked with a concerned expression, hovering just a few inches above him.

"Um, no, why?"

"You seem tense," He explained, running a hand down his bare chest and stomach, stopping at his jeans where he gave the material a light tug.

"Sorry I'm just thinking. It's scary,"

"Well don't think, enjoy. The thinking comes after hm? Right now all you have to think about is me,"

Jungkook pondered his proposition, he could do whatever he liked with Taehyung and worry about it after. It felt like a bad idea but so enticing.

He pulled him forward for a kiss and Taehyung smirked into his mouth, hands wandering south to remove Jungkook's belt that he quickly tossed aside.

Taehyung wasted no time with the button and zipper, soon having Jungkook in nothing more than his underwear that his fingers were already hooked into, ready to expose the last of his modesty.

Jungkook held his hand in place, holding the remaining piece of fabric still.

"Baby shy?" Taehyung asked softly, toying with the waistband as he moved up to press kisses across his chest.

"No," Jungkook whispered. "You take yours off too,"

Taehyung did as asked, tediously. He made a show of inching down his joggers and displaying his sculpted thighs, needlessly rolling his hips, making sounds and smiling when Jungkook's cheeks glowed red.

Taehyung stroked himself slowly with a quiet hum once he was undressed, crawling on top of Jungkook so he could begin inching the cotton down his thighs.

Jungkook held back a whimper as the throbbing heat in his stomach grew. He needed to be touched and Taehyung was taking his sweet time.

With his underwear gone Taehyung rubbed his hands over his thighs, pausing at his ass to take large handfuls of the flesh and again at his inner thighs, massaging his skin there, coming close but never close enough to his erect cock.

"Taehyung," He whined. "What are you waiting for?"

"Daddy's just getting you nice and worked up, princess,"

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

"No I'm not calling you that," He groaned, turning away as Taehyung laid another series of wet kisses on his stomach, nipping and sucking between them until he reached a nipple.

"But you just did,"

"On accident,"

Jungkook let out a pleasured sigh as Taehyungs mouth surrounded his nipple, gently sucking on the hardening bud, teeth grazing the sensitive area while he was held still by large hands on his waist.

"If you want me to move on you'll have to call me daddy. I can do foreplay all night, baby,"

"No,"

"Do it or daddy won't touch you," He cooed.

Jungkook pursed his lips. "I want you to fuck me,"

Taehyung smirked. "You're missing something,"

He looked to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please fuck me daddy," He whispered.

Jungkook looked up as Taehyung reached over him, he saw him take a bottle and a condom off the nightstand.

"And you thought you were a top," He cooed, wetting his fingers.

"I can still top," Jungkook said stubbornly, watching Taehyung's movements closely as he applied the clear liquid to his fingers and lowered them to his ass, one hand rested onhis thigh and tracing small patterns as he steadily pushed the first finger in.

Jungkook let out a small sigh, the feeling strange but not too uncomfortable as Taehyung started to move.

He felt a slight sting as he entered the second but it was counteracted by the gentle curling of his fingers that made him clench around him as he adjusted to the new pleasure. He found his brows knotting together as he rolled his hips back against his hand, craving more.

He took his time but eventually added the third, thrusting his fingers into his hole until he had loosened enough to comfortably take all three.

Jungkook held back moans that built I the back of his throat, the fingers in him continuously rubbing up against that same spot that made him bite his lower lip raw.

"I think I'm ready," He sighed, watching Taehyung with hooded eyes.

"I know you are, baby,"

Jungkook let out a quiet groan, his head back on the pillow. Of course he was taking too long on purpose.

"You're so sexy when you're desperate," He said, wiping his fingers against the sheets so he could roll the condom on, shuffling forward and pressing himself against his hole.

"Ready?" He clarified, his voice deepened with lust.

"Yes,"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Yes, daddy," Jungkook grumbled.

As he pushed in Taehyung looked down at him, brows furrowed in pleasure, hint of a smirk on his lips and he closed the space between them.

He gasped as Taehyung moved, feeling himself stretch until their bodies were flush together.

"Fuck," Jungkook muttered, the unfamiliar feeling of being full made him clench and grip onto the pillow beneath his head.

"Take a moment," Taehyung instructed, climbing on top of him and caging him between his arms.

Jungkook took a few deep breaths, heat pooling in his stomach as he looked up at Taehyung. "Do I feel good, daddy?" He smirked, noticing how Taehyung's face had hardened in self control.

"Feels perfect," He said, pressing kisses along Jungkook's jaw. "Can't wait to fuck you senseless, gonna make you scream,"

Jungkook threaded his fingers through Taehyung's hair by his chin, the loose curls interlocking. "You can move,"

He hummed and readjusted himself before rocking his hips, relishing in the quiet moans and gasps from the man beneath him. "You like that, baby?"

Jungkook nodded, lifting his legs to wrap them around his waist, relaxing into the feeling of his hard cock dragging deep inside his ass and creating a heavy, addictive, pressure against his prosate. "Faster,"

"Beg,"

"What?"

"Come on, beg for daddy to go faster, show me you mean it,"

Jungkook was thankful his head was still buried in his neck as he tightened his grip on his hair.

"Please daddy... Please fuck me faster, wanna feel good,"

Taehyung groaned and held onto his thighs, lifting him to get a better angle as he quickened his pace, pounding into him and forcing whimpers from his lips.

He adjusted to the new position quickly but still gripped Taehyung's shoulders for support, even with the slight distance he could feel the man's weight pressing down on him and being pushed into each thrust. The heat between their bodies made the air feel thick and difficult to breath, adding to the blissful light-headedness Taehyung provided him.

Jungkook moaned and touched himself, ankles digging into Taehyung's back to ground himself from getting lost in the pleasure. "Please daddy- gonna come, fuck," He gasped.

"You're so good baby," He moaned, setting his jaw with effort as he kept up the fast pace.

Jungkook pumped his leaking cock quickly, writhing beneath Taehyung as the pleasure continued to build.

His mind went blank as he came, his head thrown back on the pillow as he clutched onto his back, bucking his hips weakly as he came down from his high.

He was vaguely aware of Taehyung finishing with a low grown above him before pulling out and using tissues to clean them both up while he laid there trying to catch his breath.

"How was it?" Taehyung asked, tossing the tissues and used condom into the bin.

"Hm... I didn't know sex would feel that good," He sighed, feeling weighted down to the mattress now that they had finished and wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball and sleep.

"You got what you wanted then?"

"What did I want?" Jungkook mumbled, rolling onto his side and speaking partially into the bedsheets.

"You wanted to see if you were gay. I just gave you the best gay there is," He chuckled playing with a few stray strands of Jungkook's hair that splayed against the pillow.

Jungkook felt dread creeping up on him with a crippling realisation. "So... Does this mean that I'm gay?"

Taehyung gave him a smile, his features soft and relaxed. "That's for you to figure out but I think so, yeah,"

Jungkook gulped and forced himself to sit up.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know... I don't know what to do. I don't wanna be gay," He whispered.

"Sweetie if you didn't want to be gay then why did you call me?" Taehyung scoffed, his tone noticeably colder than a few moments ago.

"Because I needed to know. I just didn't think... Didn't think I'd be like that,"

"Like what?"

"You know what I mean," Jungkook dismissed, tugging a blanket to cover himself.

"No Jungkook, I don't,"

"I thought I was normal," Jungkook explained. "I just want to be normal,"

"And being gay isn't normal?" Taehyung's voice was stern, almost harsh and Jungkook was scared to look and see his expression.

Jungkook shrugged. "It's fine for other people to be but I don't wanna be one of em, it's weird,"

Taehyung scoffed. "One of them? Like we're some kind of subhuman?"

"You know that's not what I meant. Gay people are just different. I can't change that; it's how it is!"

Taehyung got up from the bed and collected some clothes. "Get your shit together," He muttered as he left the room.

Jungkook bit his lip as he watched the empty space in the door.

He fucked up.

He considered following after him to apologise but heard a shower turning on down the hall and decided to wait.

Would Taehyung care for his apology?

Why should he apologise anyway when it's just a misunderstanding Was he not allowed to want to be straight?

Still, he couldn't fight the wave of self hatred that came with his realisation. He was gay and there was nothing he could do about it. The lust that twisted deep in his gut and made him keen was like nothing he'd ever experience. Merely thinking of those strong masculine features caused a flush of heat to rise in his skin, taunting his complete lack of interest in the opposite. Women were pretty- he could recognise that. He couldn't be entirely gay then could he?

He spent a few minutes playing out different conversations in his mind but found himself unable to predict what Taehyung would say to him; a phrasing that wouldn't anger him.

"Why aren't you dressed?"

Taehyung stood in the doorway with a frown, his hair wet and clothes different, he wore a loose button up shirt and slacks, a towel draped over his shoulders to collect the stray drips of water that fell from his hair before they could seep into his collar.

"Sorry I was distracted,"

The man sighed and collected his clothes for him, placing them in a messy pile on the bed. "Come on, I have work,"

"You do?"

He nodded. "I work night shifts,"

"Right... Sorry,"

Taehyung didn't respond, taking a few steps into the room to pick up a backpack before he left to wait outside.

Jungkook dressed himself quickly, wobbling a little when he stood but following Taehyung's path through the door to where he stood, holding his coat out for him.

He took it hesitantly, noticing Taehyung's impatience as he did.

"Can... Can I stay here?" He asked quietly, feeling the weight of his coat digging into his fingertips.

"No," Taehyung sighed, opening the door for him to walk through first.

"Oh... okay..."

"Why? Don't you have somewhere to go?"

Jungkook shrugged, unsure if he still felt as comfortable talking to him as he did earlier in the night. "My roommates invited someone over... He doesn't want me to come back tonight. Is there a cheap hotel nearby?" He mumbled weakly, pulling his coat onto his shoulders.

Taehyung locked his door and nodded. "Yeah, there's one just down the road. You got money?"

Jungkook nodded. "I have a hundred on me, think that'll cover it?"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "The fuck are you doing walking around with that much cash?"

He shifted on his feet, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I like to be prepared..."

"Prepared for what? To be mugged?" Taehyung snickered.

"You can't laugh- it's being used isn't it?"

Taehyung hummed. "The hotel is on my way, I'll take you,"

"Thank you,"

Taehyung shook his head, gesturing for him to follow.

"Taehyung?"

"Hm?"

"When does your shift end?"

"Depends, usually about 4, why?"

Jungkook wet his lips, struggling to keep up with his pace. "Can you call me? When your shift ends?"

"Why? You'll be sleeping,"

"It's fine, just do it, please,"