jeongguk is in one of his moods.

still a teenager. taehyung wants to stick his finger under his chin and tilt his head up.

“i don’t like,” he starts. “when you hang off of yoongi-hyung.”

taehyung smiles slightly, shyly, not-his-usual smile. his usual smile is hiding like the sun behind clouds. morning fog congeals his brightness. when taehyung smiles, its his skin splintering into stardust and jeongguk doesn’t feel like he’s stuck in their dorm room. he feels like he’s against a window to the galaxy and when he kisses him he’s getting the best high.   

you don’t have to be jealous, you know i only have eyes for you. taehyung could say. he could reassure him with a kiss, tell him that he is every inch as possessive as jeongguk is, but he just says, “yoongi-hyung is cute.”

they’re not as alone as they think when namjoon snickers.

he says something neither of them hear as he leaves the confines of the dorm. they’re too preoccupied in their own world. 

“and jimin,” jeongguk presses himself closer to him, their thighs touching and his skin beginning to smell like his. “i don’t like how you look at him.”  

“jimin really loves you–” maybe taehyung should be the jealous one.

“i know,” jeongguk smiles. blush in his cheeks. 

“hoseok.” he says. just his name is enough.

taehyung remembers his half-kiss with hoseok. their lips had barely touched and everyone had screamed. taehyung remembers the feeling of yoongi’s hand, pushing their faces together, more than hoseok’s taste. after they had finished filming jeongguk had dragged him to the bedroom and kissed him in the dark.

jeongguk didn’t have to say anything. taehyung kissed him back twice as hard. breathless and entwined taehyung just told him to wait. he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

“hoseok.” he says again. his mouth almost on his.  

they are close. taehyung admits, but hoseok is close with everyone. pressing his body against his, it’s like a hello to him. 

“what about him?” taehyung swallows.

jeongguk doesn’t say anything. he just looks taehyung over carefully. his eyes kindle a hunger in the pit of his stomach that tears with tooth and claw. it wants to eat him from the inside out. 

taehyung looks too perfect in formal attire like a movie star. taehyung is his star, the world doesn’t get to see him. jeongguk runs his fingers through his hair. it’s heavy with texture spray. he’s so used to having him barefaced, his cheek pressed to his pillow and the tip of his nose almost touching his.  

his thumb smears his lip gloss. taehyung smiles into the touch of his fingers. not like before, fake and innocent and so-so small, but a real taehyung-smile. big and stupid and the first thing he fell in love with, the last thing he wants to see before he falls asleep, every night. taehyung opens his mouth slightly. jeongguk treads his fingers over the inside of his lip and across his tongue. his fingers are quickly replaced by his lips against his. jeongguk kisses him once, twice… getting addicted to the taste of him. his lungs choke on the air they share.

jeongguk maps a constellation on his skin with his tongue. 

the mole under his eye, the blue of his veins, everything of his belongs to him.

jeongguk presses a kiss to his fingertips and marries their hands. jeongguk loves his hands–honey and peach, long fingers, swollen knuckles. he never tells him the compliments that swell behind his lips, he just smiles at him or looks a little too long and taehyung knows. the language they share is wired under their skin.  

“i need you,” those words are so familiar to him, but they come silted.  

taehyung kisses him again, “me too.”