[ 05. the other side of heaven ]
J E O N G G U K

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The soft moans filling the room are faint, mixing in with the rustle of the bedsheets beneath them and the tangle of lips pressing frantically against one another's. Jeongguk's back arches as the person above him peppers his neck with sloppy kisses, the stranger's touch erupting a chorus of flames down Jeongguk's naked abdomen with a brush of his fingertips down his sides.

Jeongguk's fingers are lost in the person's golden locks, tugging, massaging, pulling the person closer for a taste of ecstasy. His lips parts, allowing the person's tongue to fill his own, exploring the cavern of his wet mouth. He kisses the person back intensely, hungrily as though it's their last. Jeongguk moans into the person's mouth, their noses pressing feverishly against each other, hips bucking and desperate for friction.

He throws his head back, pulling away from the kiss, allowing the person access to his neck. Jeongguk whimpers, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip when the person bites his flesh, the pain easing into a blissful euphoria whilst the stranger sucks at the love mark tenderly. Jeongguk digs his fingers onto the stranger's broad, honey tan shoulders, moaning lowly when the person repeats the motion down the plane of his neck to the crevice of his collarbone.

Suddenly it transitions to him on all fours, back arched and ass positioned up. Jeongguk's stark naked, his grip tightening on the bedsheets when he feels the person knead gently at his ass, teasing his hole with the pad of his thumb. He lets out a strangled cry, burying his face in the covers as the person stretches him out with his fingers, each digit curling, splaying inside of him in a rush of heaven.

Then before Jeongguk can comprehend what's going on, the person's cock is buried into him, his hips slamming against him mercilessly yet the lewd, illict screams of pure pleasure that leave Jeongguk's throat say otherwise. It feels oddly amazing, the feeling of someone else's cock repeatedly hitting his prostate painting his vision with a lustful bliss.

Jeongguk squeaks with each thrust, a complete moaning mess below the person. He can feel himself nearing his breaking point, his fists desperately hanging onto the fabric as the soft moans evolve into pleasure-ridden screams that ring throughout the bedroom. The person bends over, pressing kisses to his shoulder blades that has Jeongguk's toes curling when he feels the person's member plunging deeper into him.

The stranger's hands are holding onto his waist, his fingers pressing hard onto his skin that's sure to leave bruises in the morning as he speeds up his pace to chase his own high. He can hear deep, throaty moans coming from behind him, the person's voice oddly familiar to his ears.

When Jeongguk glances over his shoulder, his eyes widen realizing who it is. Fucking into him relentlessly is Kim Taehyung in all of his golden glory. His blonde locks are stuck to his forehead which is covered in a thin sheen of his own sweat. His teeth are gritted tightly, the boy focused on reaching his orgasm to notice Jeongguk staring in pure mortification at him.

The second their eyes meet and Taehyung flashes him a devilish smirk with that dark, all knowing stare of his, Jeongguk wakes up.

He shoots up in his bedcovers, clamping his mouth, horrified with what he's even dreamt about. Jeongguk's hands find their way to his head, frantically tugging at his locks in a lousy attempt to get those dirty thoughts out of his head. This is unnatural, completely despicable to be thinking this way about a person - an actual boy of all things!

Never, and he means never, has he gotten such a dirty fantasy about anyone. Of course since he's a horny teenager, Jeongguk has taken a few peaks at the porn and pictures of woman with big breasts that his friends pass around like candy at school, but beyond that he has no experience at all with anything sexual.

Yet here he is, imagining Kim Taehyung making love to him so naughtily!

He hasn't even masturbated before either! Being too scared to get caught by his parents and the fact his private parts never seem to get 'hard' like his friends brag about when talking about girls, Jeongguk found no reason to do so. Now, however, his lower region feels incredibly tight and sensitive beneath the thin fabric of his pajama pants. It doesn't take an idiot to know he's turned on, and goodness this isn't right.

This isn't right at all.

Jeongguk immediately scrambles out of bed, suddenly sick. He runs straight towards the bathroom down the hallway. He throws the door open, the unbearable wave of nausea overcoming him making his stomach twist and turn. He quickly bends over the toilet bowl, spewing bile into it as he lets the contents of his empty stomach leave his system.

"Son, are you okay?" His mom appears by the door after a while, concern creasing her delicate features when she finds Jeongguk staring sorrowfully at his own vomit.

"You don't have to go bible study today," She murmurs, rushing to the sink to get a warm towel. Jeongguk nods numbly, allowing his mother to unbutton his pajama top and put a warm cloth over his forehead. Somehow, his urge to vomit worsens with her beside him, the thoughts he just had about a boy stirring the guilt pooling within him.

God, please, just please make me as pure as that, Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, praying to himself silently as he tries to picture his kind mother and pastor father. Though his thoughts are interrupted by the throb of his hardened crotch, begging to be touched.

Please, Lord. Please make me as pure as that.

"Oh Jeongguk, let's go rest," His mom flushes the toilet for him, her small hands settling on his shoulders as she helps him up. Jeongguk stumbles, swaying slightly to the point he has to lean on his mother for support.

"It's just a bug that'll pass honey," She murmurs sweetly, patting his back gently. With her help, he gets back into bed, and when she leaves to fetch him some medicine, Jeongguk loathes the thoughts compiling in his mind.

It's just a little bug, he remembers his mom's words, ashamed with himself though he hopes her words are true. It'll pass Jeongguk. It'll pass.

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It's around noon when Jeongguk gets the power to get up and go downstairs. He's spent the last few hours biting down the pain of his private parts aching for friction, but he's managed to try his hardest to not sin any further. Masturbation might not be as bad as having homosexual thoughts, but Jeongguk's not really in the mood to double sin today.

He takes a cold shower, hoping to relieve some of the lingering pain down under, and thankfully it does the trick. He makes a mental note that cold showers is a better alternative, then getting himself dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a baggy red sweater before heading down stairs.

Bible study consists of the neighborhood's religious woman coming together over tea to discuss the Bible. Sometimes they'd bring along their daughters or sons, but mostly its the teenage girls who accompany their mother. Jeongguk, however, doesn't have much of a choice but to join them since his mother organized them.

It's not that bad though, for the food is good and the women's discussions about the Bible are interesting. Sometimes Steven, Brian, or Jason drop by, and the four go out to pass around a football for the rest of the study.

But today, it looks like none of them are here. He notices the boys' moms have already taken their spot beside his mother, however, the familiar face of Kim Rachel has him on his nerves. Thankfully, Taehyung's not there, so t least he can breathe and try to forget about the morning's earlier events.

"Feeling better Jeongguk?" His mom spots him by the edge of the staircase, her smile brighter this morning. Jeongguk bobs his head, returning her smile with a small grin.

He waddles over to them, plopping himself on the empty spot on the couch. Although Jeongguk doesn't miss the way Rachel gives him a look of disapproval, he ignores the woman. She's put together once again in an outfit that's downgraded from city style to suburban norm, but Jeongguk doesn't mind her after that.

He's had enough with the Kims for today.

"Luckily you're here," His mom chirps, her smile so wide it's starting to look a bit suspicious. He scans the circle of women for anything unusual, yet none of them seem to be suspicious. Jeongguk's smile falters slightly though, a little wary as the boy decides to help himself to some tea to ease his stomach.

"Taehyung's preparing some food in the kitchen with Stephanie and Jimin in the kitchen!"

Before Jeongguk can take a sip of his tea, he's already setting the cup back down onto the table. Everytime he wants to avoid the boy and those sinful thoughts of his that plagues his mind with horrible fantasies, there happens to be some sort of curse prompting their lives to intertwine so frequently. It can't be a mere coincidence anymore - Taehyung's literally everywhere.

"That's nice to know mother," Jeongguk swallows, his words drifting into silence, hoping she catches the signal of his discomfort.

"Go join them honey," His mom presses, shooing him away with her hand. Jeongguk has no choice but to listen to her, especially with the fact all of her friends are watching. He's not the kind of person to embarrass his parents.

Hanging his head low, he gets up and proceeds to the kitchen without another word.

The kitchen is lively, the three teenagers indulging in frivolous conversation amongst themselves. He can hear Taehyung's city accent stick out sorely from the trio, the corners of his lips quirking slightly listening to Jimin and Stephanie teach him how to speak in their Southern accent. He lingers by the door, happy to go unnoticed as the three bark out in giggles whenever Taehyung messes up.

"Bless his heart Steph," Jimin slaps his hand on the counter, throwing himself as per usual onto the nearest object whenever he laughs too hard. It just so happens to be Stephanie, the girl smiling shyly when Jimin leans on her side.

"What? I'm trying to say 'y'all' but the two of you keep laughing!" Taehyung complains, his lips bunching into an embarrassed smile when the two locals burst into another fit of laughter. Jeongguk finds himself giggling into his palm at the older's failure, letting himself enjoy the scene rather than panic at the sight of the boy.

Stephanie pushes Jimin off her, her features scrunched with laughter as she saunters over towards the oven to check on the cookies that envelop the kitchen in a delicious, buttery aroma. Jimin, on the other hand, attempts to gather himself, but when Taehyung mimicks a Southern accent, he breaks all over again.

"It just doesn't sound right," Jimin guffaws, pretending to wipe tears away from his eyes. He watches Taehyung roll his eyes at the boy, his cheeks colored a subtle pink. "My, 'ya'll' is so simple brother. You make it sound like damn rocket science!"

"Hey, the Hollywood movies exaggerates your accents so don't blame me, doll," Jeongguk freezes upon hearing the nickname slip past Taehyung's lips. He's only heard that nickname for him, and somehow when he overhears Taehyung use it on an old friend, he can't help but barge into the conversation.

Something odd fills his stomach when he emerges into the kitchen, and it's so weird Jeongguk can't determine what possesses him to interrupt the trio. It's just a silly nickname he himself doesn't like, yet somehow Taehyung calling someone else that tugs at his heart. But when Taehyung's eyes instantly fall on him, the embarassed smile he flashes awkwardly folding into a tantalizing smirk that makes Jeongguk regret even coming in.

Bad idea Jeongguk, he gulps, watching silently as Taehyung's darkened stare eyes him up and down. Really bad idea.

"Why, you're not sick at all Jeonggukie!" Jimin teases him upon noticing the boy, reaching over and cupping Jeongguk's forehead. The younger of the two hisses, swatting the boy's hand away from him, though a wide smile fits itself on his features.

He hasn't seen Park Jimin in so long, the boy favoring academics over the sports Jeongguk associates himself with so there's not much of a chance to see him at school. The two belong on either side of the high school spectrum, and also there's the fact Jimin absolutely despises Jason. It's a mutual hate between the two that blossomed after a terrible accident occured involving the two and a person that meant a lot to Jimin.

Since then, Jeongguk saw Jimin less. "I just threw up once. My mom exaggerated again," He murmurs softly, timidly playing with the edge of his sweater sleeves. He can't ignore how Taehyung's gaze is locked onto him, the discomfort fluttering Jeongguk's stomach with butterflies.

"Jiminie you idiot!" Stephanie calls over her shoulder, getting each of the boys' attention. "Help a lady out won't you?"

"Ugh Stephanie," Jimin rolls his eyes, annoyed. "A lady is supposed to know these things!" Turning to Jeongguk and Taehyung, he mouths 'one second' before rushing over to where Stephanie's struggling with a cookie pan.

With that, it leaves Jeongguk and Taehyung alone. Great.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously, Jeongguk avoids looking at Taehyung with the fear those thoughts will return. He turns his body so that he faces the direction where his two friends are busy bickering over cookie colors, the sight easing his jittery nerves rather than freaking him out any further.

It makes him laugh softly seeing how red Jimin gets over the simplest of things, and how Stephanie yells at him endlessly for being a dimwit. It makes him forget Taehyung for a moment, and by the looks of it, Taehyung happens to notice it too.

So he does the unpredictable as always.

Jeonngguk gasps though he's quick to muffle the noise by biting down on his lip. Taehyung's hand is on his ass, groping him nonchalantly. His breath hitches in his throat when the older kneads on the skin, occasionally teasing him by slipping his index finger beneath the waistband of his jeans. His touch is cool on his bare skin, Jeongguk's wildest fantasies replaying in his mind all over again.

Jeongguk grips desperately onto the counter, his knees weakening as his knuckles turn pure white. Thankfully there's a counter blocking Jimin and Stephanie's view, and goodness, if they are to see what's happening Jeongguk wouldn't be able to hang out with them ever again. He tries to glance over at Taehyung behind him, nearly yelping when Taehyung presses his body against him.

"No need to get jealous sport," Taehyung leans foreward, slipping his entire hand down Jeongguk's pants, gripping the plush skin with his slender fingers. Jeongguk stiffens in his stance, mewling when the tip of Taehyung's finger prods at his tight hole.

"I'm not jealous," Jeongguk whispers through gritted teeth, pressing himself against the counter when Taehyung presses the edge of his index finger into his entrance. "Duh-Don't do that please," He hisses lowly.

"'Course, but first darling," Taehyung's voice is sultry, sickeningly sweet as though his vowels have been dipped in an alluring honey capable of making Jeongguk melt.

"Tell me, do you like me calling you 'doll'?"

"N-ahh-no c-comment," Jeongguk clamps his hand over his mouth, realizing how loud that moan must have been. He feels Taehyung's lips curve into a smirk, his lips against the shell of his ear.

"I'm gonna repeat my question," He chuckles darkly, brushing his fingers teasingly on Jeongguk's hole. The younger gasps out again, struggling to keep a hold of himself.

"Do you want to be the only one I call 'doll'? Whether it be every day, when I kiss your beautiful lips, or make love to you with you screaming out my name?" Taehyung asks innocently, teeth nibbling on Jeongguk's ear.

Jeongguk shakes his head, frowning, "What kind of ridiculous question is that?"

"A fucking good one."

"Our idea of good is quite different then."

Jeongguk suddenly squeaks when Taehyung slips his hands out, instead settling both hands on the dip of his hips just how he fantasied.

He gulps warily, his fingers throbbing on the counter when Taehyung trails his lips down the back of his ear, down his neck, and finally to the edge of his collarbone, inhaling in his scent. Taehyung's long fingers squeezes his soft flesh, gently pressing his lips on the curve between his neck and shoulder.

"Tell me then, why did you interrupt me and Jimin's talk after I called him 'doll'?" Taehyung presses a wet kiss to his neck, the feeling an odd jolt of electricity on his skin. Jeongguk tenses visibly, unable to comprehend any stable thought with the dangerous touch wrecking havoc on his sensitive skin.

Taehyung pulls the collar of his shirt down his fingers, exposing his unmarked shoulder. "I'm waiting patiently," he hums, running his thumb over the delicate canvas.

Jeongguk inhales sharply when Taehyung bites down, his teeth causing him to cry out weakly. Goodness, shouldn't he be stopping him? All of this is risky, insane almost, and without the saftey of four walls protecting them it's basically begging to be noticed. Yet something about this, this whole essence of rebellion has Jeongguk keeping his mouth shut, his senses dulling to everything but Taehyung's touch.

For the first time in his life, Jeongguk has sinned more than once, but what's worse is the fact he's sinning with another boy.

And he doesn't want it to stop.

He whispers incoherently, Taehyung tightening his hold on him to speak up. "Say it louder for me darling." He mumbles against Jeongguk's skin, his voice dreamy.

"I like it when you call me 'doll'," Jeongguk breathes out, his words overlapped by Jimin and Stephanie's arguement. He feels Taehyung's lips spread into that rectangular smile of his, the boy pressing another kiss to his shoulder before pulling away.

"That's all I need to hear," He chuckles deeply, adjusting Jeongguk's collar happily. Then, he steps back, slapping Jeongguk's ass teasingly before calling out to Stephanie and Jimin.

"You idiots, cookies are better hard on the outside but soft in the insides so stop fighting!"

Taehyung leaves behind an utterly confused and flustered Jeongguk, who's considering another cold shower to ease his painful erect cock once more, to help the duo put them onto plates for the women. Jeongguk swallows the guilt rising up his throat, feeling that same uneasy wave of nausea from this morning resurface in his gut.

This time it feels worse, the guilt for indulging in yet another act of sin coating his mouth dry. Covering his hot and bothered face with his hands, Jeongguk forces his eyes shut to erase whatever happened seconds ago from his memories with hopes to ease the turmoil making his head feel lighter. Unfortunately, it doesn't work, instead his thoughts craving Taehyung's fiery touch on him once more.

This certainly won't pass any time soon Jeongguk, he thinks, holding his aching head in his hands for being so damn idiotic.

What am I doing to myself?

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jeongguk when he sees taehyung
fucking him from behind in his dream

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