"I can't believe you kissed him again. What is wrong with you, Tae?!" Hobi hisses and glares at him. They are on their way to Minho's apartment. Taehyung's boyfriend is throwing a dinner party.

"It's not my fault. He just appeared at the bus stop out of nowhere, and then- it just happened. I was like in a daze."

"Why would you get inside his car in the first place?"

"Because my boyfriend couldn't pick me up, and there was no bus coming!"

Hobi groans and runs a hand through his hair. He seems frustrated. A lot. "And what now, huh? You kissed each other. You were not drunk this time. What now?"

"I don't know. Nothing changes." Taehyung shrugs. He hasn't thought that far. But he definitely keeps thinking about the kiss. About Jungkook. That guy is in his head, in his dreams. It's frustrating.

"Did you tell Minho about it?"

"What? No!" Taehyung stops walking and looks at his best friend as if he has lost his mind. "Are you crazy?"

"Good. Don't tell him. It was a mistake, right? You were just curious since you couldn't remember kissing him in the bar. But- Tae, Minho is good for you. He cares about you. He gives you everything you need. He is-"

"He doesn't excite me," Taehyung says absentmindedly, surprising himself.

"Tae! You don't need a boyfriend who excites you! You need someone who you can rely on. You will turn 25 soon. You don't need excitement."

"I don't know, Hobi. It's confusing me." Taehyung sighs and pouts as they start walking again. "Why are you always so reasonable?"

"Because you are always too emotional and reckless- not thinking at all."

"I hate you."

"You love me." Hobi smiles and wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulder. He sighs. "You are lucky you are my best friend. I hate cheaters."

"I hate them, too. And I didn't cheat. I mean- we kissed, but it's not like-"

"Did you or did you not want that guy to screw you in his car?"

Taehyung opens his mouth, but closes it again. He wanted to. But he didn't do it. That's what counts. At least that's what he is trying to tell himself.

"No answer is also an answer, Tae. You have already cheated in your head. That's the first step, you know?"

"I did not!" Taehyung snaps stubbornly. "I can't help that this guy is just- it's like he stepped out of my wet dreams and-"

"Eww. Stop talking. I heard enough. Keep him in your dreams or- please, just forget him at all. It would be better for you. For everyone."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

They arrive at Minho's apartment. Though his boyfriend only lives a few blocks away from him, Taehyung hardly sees him. He is always busy with his job.

"Why don't you have a key?" Hobi asks as Taehyung presses the doorbell.

"I don't know. He didn't give me one. And we only know each other for seven months. It's too early."

"It's not."

"It is. He-"

The door opens and Minho appears in the doorframe. He is wearing a wrinkled shirt and sweat pants. He looks stressed. "Come inside. You are late."

"Good." Hobi enters inside. "Cool people are always the last ones who come to a party."

"That's not even- whatever." Minho turns to Taehyung and pecks his lips. "Hey."

Taehyung hums. A sense of disappointment fills him. They hadn't seen each other in three days and all he gets is a boring peck. It feels as if they are already married for seven years. "Hi. I miss-"

"I still need to prepare something in the kitchen. You can join the other guests in the living room."

"I want to join you in the kitchen."

"You- yeah, sure. Let's go."

Taehyung watches his boyfriend's back as he follows him, lowers his eyes to his butt. He has never been physically attracted to him. Minho has a handsome face, but his body had never excited Taehyung. They enter the kitchen and Taehyung hops on the counter, swings his feet. "Mhh, it smells very nice. What are you-"

"Taehyung. Please, get down. It's unhygienic."

"My butt is clean. Don't worry," Taehyung says, but jumps down, knowing his boyfriend's quirks very well by now. "What's for dessert?"

"Strawberry cupcakes."

Taehyung steps behind Minho and wraps his arms around his waist, rests his chin on his shoulder. "I love strawberries."

"I know. But can you please let go of me? I need to finish it and you are disturbing me. I want the cupcakes to look good. My colleagues are here today."

Taehyung sighs and pulls away. He knows Minho is perfectionistic. But his boyfriend's lack of interest in him bothers him. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"What?" Minho turns around and stares at Taehyung, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's do it." Taehyung bites his bottom lip seductively. "Right next to the stove and-"

"Taehyung, what has gotten into you?"

"Nothing. Why? Is it wrong of me, wanting to do it with my boyfriend?"

"But right now?" Minho adjusts his glasses. "Here? In the kitchen?"

"Yes, Minho." Taehyung sighs. "I mean- why not? We hardly see each other. We always have scheduled sex. Don't you want some fire or excitement in our relationship? I feel like we are already married for-"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"What? No. But we are-"

"Then stop talking nonsense. You should go and join the other guests. You are distracting me and I need to finish the cupcakes. Let's talk later."

"Yeah, sure." Taehyung sighs and leaves the kitchen. "In a parallel world I would distract you by sucking your di-"

"Hey, Tae." Hobi appears in the hallway and grabs his arm. "Come with me real quick."

"What? Where are we going?"

"Let's get some fresh air," Hobi says and pulls him in the other direction. He looks stressed.

"What? Why? What is wrong?" Taehyung asks in confusion as his friend drags him out on the balcony.

Hobi closes the door and starts walking back and forth.

"Hobi, what the-"

"We need to go home. Now."

"Sorry- what?" Taehyung sighs and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Look, I am not in the mood for your jokes. I want to-"

"It's not a joke, Tae. I want to leave. You need to leave."

"Hobi, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Hobi ruffles his hair in frustration. He stares at Taehyung with a serious expression. "He is here!"

"What? Who?"

Hobi blinks at Taehyung and curses under his breath. "That guy from the bar last week. The one you drunkenly made out with. The guy you kissed in his fucking car."

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