Taehyung froze in his place as the sound of a key in the front door flooded the room.

His heart stopped in his chest along with his mind. Nothing was working, his body shutting down when he prayed for it not to. This was the worst possible time to daydream. Really, bad timing.

He couldn't move, why wasn't he moving? Come on Taehyung get a fucking grip and move, you coward. His brain told him, but he simply wouldn't budge.
He wanted to slap himself to get him to shift but nothing worked, he just stood there, in a daze, flustered and still panting.

No, no, no, no,no-
This couldn't be happening, it had to stop, this wasn't real this wasn't fucking real Lisa was there, on the other side of the door, her heels clicking against the laminate flooring as she neared them- and he was still standing there with his dick out, loud and proud.

Taehyung had mere seconds before he was dead meat.

Jeongguk on the other hand was as calm as ever, nothing in his face showed panic of the sort, as if he'd been in this very situation a thousand times before and he'd be in it a thousand times again. He simply gulped down whatever was left in his mouth, furrowed his brows, got up from his knees, wiped his face with his sleeve and leaned over to zip Taehyung's pants up.

It was so embarrassing.

And like that, he walked past him to the sink and turned the tap on, pouring washing up liquid onto the dirty plates. "Sort yourself out, Taehyung or you'll make it obvious." He mumbled lowly over his shoulder, Taehyung immediately complying with a choke of realisation.

He ran his hands through his hair, squeezed his cheeks and scrambled for the dishes from the cupboards below, placing them on the countertop with trembling hands. He evened out his breathing a little although he was still shaking inside from adrenaline, still panting from his high.

At that very second, Lisa walked in and rested a bouquet of flowers next to the bowls that Taehyung had put down. She scanned the room with her feline eyes, frown deepening at the sight of them, though they looked perfectly innocent.

Taehyung's heart wondered what she spied.

"Why aren't you two finished?" She snapped, bringing a hand up to shift her bangs a little before pinching the bridge of her nose and shutting her eyes in disappointment. She shifted her head to look into the dining room trough the door that stood slightly ajar. "You had one job, Tae, you haven't made the sandwiches, cut the meat, layed the tables and Jungkook- you haven't done the fucking dishes. You're both so useless I swear to God-"

"We were busy Lisa." Jungkook smirked to himself, rubbing away at the plates with his soapy hands.

Jeongguk, no, please-

He knew how much he was pissing Lisa off, he knew very well. But did he stop? No, of course he didn't.

"Doing what?!" His girlfriend screamed. "I have guests coming in approximately fifteen minutes and you've done nothing. You're no help whatsoever!" She groaned, slamming her car keys down on the countertop. Taehyung flinched. He didn't mean to, he was just nervous.

"Why don't you do it yourself and stop being such a pretentious bitch for once-"

"I dare you to say that again." Lisa spat viscously at her brother. Taehyung gulped nervously.

Jeongguk remained silent for a while, washing away at the dishes and Taehyung's heart slowed; convinced that he'd drop the topic. Moments of tense silence passed between them and fuck, Taehyung remembered that his cum was still splattered on the floor.

Edging silently towards the roll of tissue, his gaze remained transfixed to Lisa's face; that seemed to be growing red with anger- either way, this wouldn't end well, he knew that for sure. He tore a piece of and dropped it to the ground, vigorously rubbing it with his shoe. He felt a little bit sick.

"Bitch." The teen muttered.

Taehyung groaned internally. He wanted nothing to do with this, but he knew that Lisa would inevitably be mad at him for God knows what reason.

They were both dead.

"Jeongguk," she screamed. Jeongguk washed his hands and turned around, a taunting smirk on his pretty face. "You're such a fucking pain in the neck."

The confident glint in his eye had Taehyung shifting on his feet, gaze trained on the floor in utter embarrassment. Every second that the three were together, he felt his heart constrict in his chest. Fuck, what he was doing was so, so wrong. What was wrong with him? Why was it such an effort?

Why was it so hard to stay loyal to her?

Lisa was gorgeous, there was no doubt in that. Bright blonde hair, deep dark eyes and a beautiful smile to go along with her outgoing personality. It wasn't her looks, it was nothing like that seemed to deter him. Her physique was to die for, body more than Taehyung could ever have wanted in a woman- not that he particularly cared about that.

Personality... that was a different story.

They'd been in highschool when they'd first met, she was young and naïve and God, so, so compassionate. So sweet and kind and caring, considerate in ways that Taehyung respected her immensely for. They had left with feelings for eachother, when they had graduated from university, they'd made it official. Their relationship had been strong and ideal, perfect in everyway. Until... something changed. She'd stopped being so patient with him, stopped treating Taehyung like an equal, stopped looking at him like a partner and more of a playtoy. They'd stopped having sex, started fighting, constantly trying to settle disputes that were a little on the petty side of things and most of the time, it wasn't even Taehyung's fault.

But no matter how much Taehyung tried to tell himself that Lisa was his. That Lisa was his girlfriend. That he shouldn't be lusting over her brother because it was plain wrong, that he should stop, stop everything here and now- he realised he couldn't do anything more.

It was Jeongguk's fault.

For being so... flawless.

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An hour or so later, Taehyung was carefully cutting into the rich chocolate gateaux as Lisa's boisterous laugh resonated down the dining table, her group of friends reciprocating her faux happiness in echoing cackles of their own.

Jeongguk was upstairs in his bedroom doing something or other, Lisa had told him to make himself useful or "Fuck off upstairs." And of course, Jeongguk Jeon being Jeongguk Jeon, had immediately chosen the latter option, skipping out of the kitchen with an innocent little smile on his pretty face.

Taehyung furrowed his brows in concentration, trying to perfect his slicing. He was very much aware that he was being stared at, it was obvious. Lisa's friends all had a thing for him and she'd be an utter fool not to notice. The amount of questions he'd answered considering that this was his girlfriend's dinner party was ridiculous.

He wanted to leave so badly. Every inch of his skin was itching to escape from these awkward conversations and heavy gazes.

His fingers were covered in cake, ganache clumping to his fingers as he placed each slice ever so carefully into the Jeon's ornate China bowls. He heaved a heavy sigh and backed up from the table, Lisa's footsteps nearing him.

"I think you should leave, Taehyung."

"Why?"

"My friends feel uncomfortable with you here." She said bluntly.

"I don't think uncomfortable is quite the word to use," He laughed lightly. Really, he wanted to leave. But pissing Lisa off was always the better option.
"Just admit that they're distracted by me and I'll be off-"

"I won't say anything of the sort because it's not true, they came here for me and you know it very well." She snapped impatiently.

Taehyung smiled at her gently.
"Anything you say, baby."

"Don't mock me." He heard her whisper, as he turned the door handle behind him and left the room.

I need to wash my hands. He found himself thinking this, it was amusing to him that that was his number one priority, the bathroom was to the left yet Taehyung found his feet swerving right, towards Jeongguk's bedroom.

Using his clean hand, he tapped gently on the door.

Jeongguk answered it in a heartbeat, grabbing Taehyung's collar to pull him inside and slam his door shut behind him, the older man startled beyond compare.

"Wh-"

"Shhhhh," He giggled. "You talk too much."

Did he? Taehyung was sure that Jeongguk did most of the talking when they were together nowadays.

The teen playfully pulled on the drawstring of his hoodie, looking up at him with a soft smirk on his face. Taehyung couldn't help but blush.

Soon enough, Jeongguk had yanked him forward and turned him around, a hand braced on his chest, pushing him towards the bed behind them.

"I need to wash my hand-"

"Shut up." He whispered.

Taehyung complied wholeheartedly, letting his body fall into the soft mattress, the second his feet fell into contact with the bed beneath them, feeling the boy's strong thighs straddle him as his soft doe eyes came into view.

In a matter of a second, Jeongguk had picked up his hand, kissed his palm and put Taehyung's finger in his mouth.

"Jeongguk-"

"I said shut up," he breathed, momentarily pausing before running his soft tongue over his dripping fingers. God, he'd be the death of him.

Taehyung helplessly watched from below as the his fingers gently slipped in and out of his soft, glistening lips, feeling guilty beyond comprehension. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth everytime he'd remove them and stare at them, licking his bottom lip before sliding them back inside. Did that stop him from getting turned on? No, of course it didn't.

"Jeongguk fuck, stop."

He didn't stop, he kept going, kept gazing into Taehyung's eyes, kept sucking away at the icing, adding yet another finger. The enjoyment was evident, his eyes lustful and hooded, Taehyung wondering how he could still be so horny after-

"You didn't let me cum." He said, releasing Taehyung's fingers with a tranquil 'pop' oh, of course. He hadn't had the chance.

Taehyung looked up to see the blush on his face, so confident yet easily ruined right after doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. He was so cute.

It was in that very second that he felt something hard push roughly against his thigh.

At first, he was convinced that he'd accidentally jabbed him, it was a little later, that he realised, it wasn't that at all.

Jeongguk was grinding on him.

"Ggukie, please-" Taehyung started, this had to stop, dear God.

"Don't pretend you don't like this." Jeongguk laughed, running a hand through Taehyung's hair as his hips moved slowly against his crotch, pleasure shooting up his spine from the friction between them. Taehyung couldn't lie, every inch of his skin was burning for him, wanting him. It was so hard to reject him when his mind was yearning for him.

He came down for a gentle kiss and Taehyung let go of whatever irrelevant thing was holding him back.  Whatever resistance he was fighting against, he let it fade yet again. He let his walls down and he let Jeongguk in.

How long it would last, he didn't know.

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