"Mmhm, baby... Just like that.." Taehyung grunted out a moan, hands gripping to Jeongguk's hair with force. The boy was currently on his knees, between the man's thighs, his cock down his throat; saliva scurried down the side of Jeongguk's chin, and he could feel his throat throbbing. Shaky whimpers left him every so often, the vibrations sending the other male into a frenzied state of pleasure.

Just like that, the confined little karaoke room they had walked into feeling as though complete strangers to each other, had become heated with Taehyung's grunts, sounds of slurping, Jeongguk's quiet mewling. The boy wasn't quite sure how they'd ended up like this—how exactly they had gone from an innocent point A, such as sharing tastes in music; to a dangerous point B like this in a matter of only minutes. All he knew was his head was dizzy and Taehyung looked so appetizing. So fine, so manly. He wanted a taste of him, and to his luck the man was skilled at granting him wishes.

Though admittedly he wasn't expecting Taehyung to be quite this massive down between his legs. He thought he'd been hallucinating upon first seeing it, his brain frantically beginning to calculate if such a thing could even fit in his mouth.

He felt steamed, the man's occasional moans launching shivers throughout his bones, causing the hairs on his skin to rise. He looked up to make eye contact, maybe try and seduce him into his own captivating gaze, but the boy's heart rate quickly sped up once he saw Taehyung's gaze had already been deadset on his, with lips parted, eyes a bit hooded. Jeongguk moved to grab the base of his cock, but before he could reach it Taehyung was pulling out, letting the tip of his shaft linger on Jeongguk's bottom lip.

"Lick," he commanded, loosening his hold on the other's hair. Jeongguk coughed out and inhaled sharply, elated at the chance to regain oxygen; and then his tongue darted out, flicking over the slit of the man's dick once. He watched as Taehyung's gaze persisted, seemingly unaffected by the action. "Again." Jeongguk repeated the action, and Taehyung still seemed unsatisfied.

"Not like that," he gutted out, and stuck his tongue out. Jeongguk blinked and, somehow understanding what he was insinuating, obediently copied the action. The man then grabbed the base of his dick, moving to rest the tip against Jeongguk's tongue and began to grind against it. His head fell to the side a little, a soft yet inherently shaky breath escaping him. Jeongguk watched silently and slowly moved to wrap his lips over the male's shaft, letting his tongue swirl over the end. He rested his hand over Taehyung's, gently removing it from the base to replace it with his own; then started pumping the area of his dick his mouth couldn't reach.

His reward was a contently rugged moan from Taehyung, to which Jeongguk couldn't help but moan back in response.

"Oh yeah, you're good at this, aren't you?" the male groaned, gripping to the boy's hair once more. "What a good boy. Mmn.. awh, you look so pretty with a mouth full of daddy's cock, hm?" With that, Taehyung shoved his dick in forcefully, all the way in, hitting the back of Jeongguk's throat mercilessly where he began to fuck in intricate thrusts.

"M-Mmn..!" Jeongguk let out a muffled whimper, tears pooling at his eyes while they rolled back, his gaze settling to the ceiling. Taehyung stood to get better control of his thrusts, his large hand placed firmly to the back of Jeongguk's head to keep him in place while he took no hesitation in using the boy's mouth for his own desires, every inch of his body craving that sweet release.

Jeongguk saw his vision blur out at the corners of his eyes, a wet substance pooling at his eyelids. The tears flooded down his puffy cheeks, lungs struggling to catch air while Taehyung's cock made him lose all sense of sanity. But it wasn't much longer until he could feel a warm liquid trickling down his throat, the taste bitter once he'd gotten a sample of it. He was quite distracted by the feeling that he almost missed the way Taehyung moaned in shaky grunts, pulling himself slowly from the boy's mouth.

The two looked at each other. Their gazes were weary, puffs of breaths filled the small room. Taehyung gave off a grin that made Jeongguk want to stuff his dick back into his mouth, but instead he smiled back timidly.

"You look amazing from this angle, bun.." The words made Jeongguk's body twitch. And what a sight he was. Hair disheveled from the man's strong grabs and pulls, his cheeks red, lips swollen, eyes teary. He looked completely and utterly submissive; made Taehyung's orgasm linger for longer than normal. There was a hefty hum, and Taehyung placed the head of his cock just below the boy's nose, semen seeping from the tip still. Jeongguk swallowed ruggedly and closed his eyes, a soft whine leaving his lips.

Taehyung stared with dark eyes, almost as if he were trying to control himself from ruining the boy beneath him entirely. But after a long pause the man slipped his boxers back up and zipped his pants.

"It was nice meeting you, Jeon Jeongguk."

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When Jeongguk woke up the next morning he thought he was on the verge of death. His head pounded, vision was blurry, throat was sore. He looked pale in the mirror, bags under his eyes, hair sticking out at all angles. He couldn't stop sniffling, and thought maybe he'd caught a cold when—

"I know just what you need."

He recalled a powerful, masculine voice from last night. And then he slowly began to remember. Seojun, having sex with a girl; and Jeongguk, fleeing from the shock. The argument over the phone, how he'd stopped at a park. Met a handsome stranger. How the man took him to an underground karaoke bar and restaurant establishment. How they sung, ate, drank, laughed.

That's right, Jeongguk wasn't dying. He was just hung over. It was his first time experiencing such a thing, as he'd never consumed so much alcohol all at once like that in his life. It was a frenzied state, a buzzing in his head; he could even hear his own rambunctious heartbeat in his chest.

And then it rang upon him. That wasn't the only thing he'd done.

Jeongguk blushed in embarrassment, furiously splashing his face with cold water. He currently stood in front of his bathroom mirror at his small but decently nice apartment that was an easy commute to his college campus. As much as it was odd of him to do such things with someone he'd just met, Jeongguk regretted not asking to keep in contact with the handsome man in his drunken state.

He remembered Taehyung escorting him back out to the street, holding him tightly against his shoulder so he wouldn't tumble over. The way the familiar smell of cigarettes and grass radiated off him, appealing to Jeongguk's senses. Somehow the muskiness was ever so attractive to him. And he also remembered the man had called him a cab and waved him off.

Jeongguk missed him. And he thought himself strange for feeling this way.

But the idea of never seeing him again was a bit disappointing. Maybe he had gotten attached to the kindness he was shown. Taehyung clearly knew what it was upsetting him that night, and was nice enough to help him forget. To help him have fun for a night.

Riiiiiiiing!

Jeongguk jumped slightly, startled at the sudden sound of the doorbell going off. He caught his breath and slowly strode towards the doorway, and when he swung the door open he saw his bright faced best friend on the other side.

"Jeon Jeongguk!" the boy, Park Jimin, gasped out, brows rising in a mix of shock and frustration. "My dude, why the fuck aren't you ready?!"

"Ah.. Jimin, uhm..." the other male began, but was curtly interrupted.

"Class is starting in an hour! And- and Hoseok-hyungie's taking us out to lunch right after. God, you- you can't be serious right now!"

"Jimin, I'm-" Jeongguk sighed, landing a hand to his frantic friend's shoulder. "I'll get ready in a few minutes. But more importantly—you would not believe the night I had..."

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The first class wasn't all that important, truth be told. At least not to Jeongguk. 'Painting for Serenity', it was called. Since it was an elective, Jeongguk chose to take it to have a chill class with his best friend. For Jimin it made more sense, as he was majoring in the arts. Though they made it in time, which was good because Jeongguk wouldn't have to hear his blond friend blame him for making him late to his most anticipated course, and make the new professor hate him. But Jeongguk was just happy to be with his friend still, even after all these years. They both also shared English class together in the evening, to which they'll attend after lunch, but that was the extent to which their academic schedules aligned.

"Fucking hell..." Jimin muttered, slapping paint onto a blank canvas. The class was currently sat in rows, an easel in front of each student as they engaged in their first painting session. There was chatter amongst the class, some people getting to know new faces while others reunited with friends in the new semester. Jeongguk and Jimin sat in the back row, sharing a paint bucket as well as a tray of color swatches.

"I can't believe Seojun did that shit to you..." the blond continued, a look of genuine frustration in his face. "I had no idea, believe me. I would've ratted him out to you the second I suspected something. He must've hid that bitch well from us."

"I don't even know if they knew each other.." Jeongguk slumped in his stool. "Or for how long. Or anything, really. I can't even stand the thought of ever facing him again."

"Then don't," Jimin huffed. "If he approaches you just ignore him. Don't answer his messages or calls—block him. He doesn't deserve the attention."

Jeongguk stuck out his bottom lip, looking to the blond with big eyes. "I'm so glad you're on my side, Jiminie..."

"Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" Jimin rolled his eyes. "Seojun's my friend too and all, but I've known you much longer. Besides, that doesn't even matter. You know I'll always have your back."

Jeongguk whimpered dramatically and flung his arms around the other boy's shoulders, engulfing him in a hug. "Jimin-ah~"

"Quit it, you asshole, you're getting paint on me," he rolled his eyes and sighed out, "This is a new shirt, too.."

Jeongguk sniffled and sat back in his chair. "S-Sorry."

"Yeah, yeah. Now tell me more about this Taehyung sexy stranger guy."

Lunch time rolled around quickly. Jeongguk had lots of time to catch Jimin up on his life since the last time they've seen each other, and currently they sat at an outdoor table while they ate lunch with Jung Hoseok, a hyung they'd met in their freshman year. Despite only knowing him for a year, the three had become rather close to him. He had given the Busan boys a tour of Seoul and of their college campus, treated them to dinner often, and helped them out with various things.

And now, as Jeongguk sat sullenly eating a sandwich, Jimin boisterously gave Hoseok the run down on what had happened.

"That's why you and I need to- need to call up this motherfucker and jump him. Make sure he never toys with our Jeonggukie's heart ever again!" Jimin slammed a fist down passionately against the table, bits of chewed food flying from his mouth. Hoseok rubbed at his temples, heaving out a long breath.

"What a piece of shit that man is.." he uttered, his eyes lifting to look at Jeongguk. "Is that what you'd like, Ggukie? Should I gather a few guys up and teach that jerk a lesson?"

Jeongguk whined out and slowly shook his head sideways. "Not right now, I don't even... want to draw attention to it or even think about him."

Hoseok's face contorted in sympathetic sadness, reaching a hand to hold onto Jeongguk's. "Just let me know whenever. Whatever you need us to do to make you feel better, we'll do it."The younger looked at Hoseok, watching the comforting smile on his face. Jeongguk nodded silently, somewhat of a smile returning to his face at the sight.

Soon their evening class rolled around, and it seemed as though Hoseok shared the English lesson with the two boys. They made their way together towards the designated classroom through long, narrow yet pleasantly polished halls, and eventually took their seat by the windows. Jeongguk found he was unable to sit still, tapping his fingers against the desk as the professor stepped in and began to introduce himself.

"Park Jimin."

"Here!"

Then just like that, attendance began; the classroom filled up one by one while people came and settled in during roll call, and Jeongguk stared blankly out the window, disheartened sighs leaving him every so often.

"Kim Taehyung."

"Here."

Jeongguk's eyes broadened, head lifting impulsively. He whipped his head to the side, eyes searching the room towards the direction in which that ever so familiar, deep rugged voice had come from.

And there, a few rows ahead, sat an unforgettable view of dark wavy hair cascading near broad shoulders. A manly, chiseled back evident through the black leather jacket. Jeongguk could feel himself forgetting how to breathe.

It was him.

The man from last night, sitting there in his English class, at his college campus, just a few feet away from him.

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