To no one's surprise…

It was Taehyung.

“Kookie…” Taehyung spoke as he detached his lips from the brown-haired boy in front of him, his hands pushing the small of Jungkook's back so that the latter was pressed against his chest, “I want you.”

Jungkook instantly froze. The expectant eyes of his hyung brought Jungkook on edge and no matter how hard he tried to control his voice; his nervousness got the best of him.

“Y-you do?”

Jungkook silently promised to curse himself later for his bashfulness but in this instant, the maknae was just too busy contemplating Taehyung’s sharp features from up-close. He felt the older man's hands caress the entirety of his backside as they finally lay to rest inside Jungkook’s back pockets -making the youngest shiver at the expertly given fingertip caresses. At this, and having to control his breathing as well as the whirlwind of thoughts trapped inside his mind, Jungkook felt overwhelmed.

It was too much.

Taehyung had arrived into the boy’s studio a few hours earlier, all sweaty from practice, to take a look at what the maknae was working on -as you do. Being his lover, Taehyung -as his insight on Jungkook’s work had been qualified as a stronger creative fuel than any pizza could be by the maknae himself- had the opportunity to be aware of Jungkook’s creations before any of the other hyungs. Therefore, he knew that the 97-liner was working on a new project, one that had been in his mind for quite some time now but that he was only able to tackle recently as his idol life had been considerately hectic. As he had entered, Taehyung had been met with the sight of his lover with headphones on as he tapped his foot at different paces, trying new beats and melodies until one pleased his inner perfectionist. Taehyung loved to sit and listen to his bunny -his little bunny- speak with passion about his music; and that is what he had done.

Soon enough, the two of them had started imagining a choreography for BTS’ magnum opus -as Taehyung had called it. The adrenaline of the few hours of dance practice had still not left the older singer’s body as he had moved with agility around the small room, avoiding each and every shelf with an enviable grace. Jungkook had soon found himself unable to resist the urge to join his partner in the making of the dance. But the gliding of their bodies across the floor in such a constricted space had made their senses bloom at each breath they took. An invisible force had seemed to pull them in the middle of the room as if they had been trapped in a quick-sand of elegance.

That is how they had ended pressed together like magnets of complementary forces. Soon, the electrifying current between the both of them had ignited a fire which could only be satiated by the caresses they applied on the other’s skin.

Taehyung hummed against Jungkook’s neck, his hot breath warming the younger male’s skin in a somewhat unbearable manner. Jungkook’s entire body tensed up. He tightened his fists in Taehyung’s hair, earning a deep growl from his hyung.

Completely lost in his flow of lust, Taehyung slid his muscular legs around Jungkook's, trapping the maknae in his burning calefaction. The air warmed up around them as they linked their bodies fully.

Jungkook breathed in sharply.

Now that Taehyung had pressed his hips against the younger male, the maknae could definitely feel his hyung's want.

Taehyung's soft lips trailed down Jungkook's jaw. His grip on the maknae became stronger, more impatient, more demanding while his prey was petrified.

Jungkook was petrified because he did not know.

What was he supposed to do? Give back what Taehyung was doing to him? Simply enjoy it? Because that was the issue. Jungkook knew it could feel good, he should be enjoying it; however, in that precise instant, Jungkook could not feel anything.

The maknae knew something was wrong. He knew his lover's caresses only felt nice because he knew he was cared for. But the physical touch did not pleasure him like it should. Jungkook knew something was wrong because his hyung kept grunting and against his neck and down his collarbone, but no sound came out of the younger boy's mouth. And Jungkook’s ragged breath did not come from holding in his own sounds of pleasure, no, he was just horrified at the idea of doing something wrong.

Wrong.

Jungkook was wrong for wanting to tell his lover to stop. Wrong about his longing for sweet caresses across his body because he did not yearn for more.

He was wrong. Jungkook was wrong.

A hurricane of thoughts wrecked his senses in such a severe way that he just did not feel anything.

Why wasn't he aroused in the slightest? Why, now that he could finally share some alone time with the one he loved, did Jungkook seem to drown in incomprehension and despair at the same time -his passionate lover appearing to him both as a lifebuoy and an anchor? Well, that was not completely true; Taehyung's touches were the anchor. Each of Jungkook's fingertips against his hyung’s scalp sent a wave of desire throughout the latter, soon washing off every single remaining thought of self-control in his mind -and they were not many.

Therefore, Jungkook knew something was wrong with him. Why couldn't he be glad of his hyung's touch, why couldn't he enjoy his lover’s caresses? Why was this longing to feel pleasure so disorienting to him?

Jungkook bit his lip, his head still slightly tilted up so that Taehyung had a better access to his oh-so-kissable neck.

“H-hyung.” Ah get a hold of yourself Jeon Jungkook!

The oldest hummed, stopping his kissing fit and instead, as he could not get enough of Jungkook's scent, dove his nose into the crook of the maknae's neck, making a few strands of hair fall onto the maknae’s hot and sensitive skin.

Jungkook's breath got stuck in his throat. He was muted by his hyung's hand slowly trailing along the waistband of his jeans, sending another blow of goosebumps on the young male's pale epidermis.

Panic surged through Jungkook’s thoughts. ‘What if he realizes I'm not like him?', 'What if he thinks I don't love him because I don't feel things the way I should?' 'What if he doesn't love me anymore?'

Jungkook slid his hands down to the older male's waist and hugged it tightly, swallowing back the incoming tears that threatened to flood his cheeks.

As long as he had him in his arms he could not run away, right?

But Jungkook knew it was not healthy. It was not right because he was not giving Taehyung a choice.

The older dancer's hands stopped in their tracks for a few seconds as the singer examined his position against the boy's body. A deep growl escaped his slightly parted lips at the realization of their closeness. However, his hands soon resumed their work, making their way to the front of Jungkook's waistband.

Everything seemed silent for a second as Jungkook held his breath, even the youngest 95-liner’s breathing seemed to have stilled. Jungkook had never gone that far with Taehyung.

The older boy was tugging Jungkook’s shirt out of its safe hold just above the maknae’s hips.

But Jungkook felt light-headed. It was way too much for him; his hyung’s fingers expertly drawing the fabric away from his skin, the thoughts that did not seem to be wanting to leave him to enjoy his lover’s company and the constant lump in his throat which he seemed unable to swallow. He felt exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Jungkook’s knees started to give up on holding his strong stature upright. He was feeble, and he knew it. He would not be able to stop Taehyung, not now.

Then, Taehyung’s index finger slid across his hip bone.

Jungkook jolted away.

Knock Knock.

Jungkook's hands still held the older boy’s waist, though it was only a faint grip. The maknae's breath hitched. He silently prayed for Taehyung to believe that it had been the knock on the door that had made him spring apart from his lover; the knock on the door and the fear of getting caught by one of their bandmates when they had not properly made it official. He did not want his hyung to stop loving him because of his stupid body and brain which had not worked out the formula for ual arousal, yet. Yet. Because it surely was only a matter of time before Jungkook would be able to feel the same things as his hyung did… right? Jungkook was just simply being too shy and apprehensive of what would become a great pleasurable part of his life… right?

“Jungkook-ah, we’re going out to eat tonight. Do you want to come?”

Namjoon's words were slightly muffled by the wooden door of the maknae's studio but the latter had heard him well. His late response was justified by his preoccupation concerning Taehyung’s thoughts about him shying away from his touch as well as his undeniable fright of Namjoon walking in on them intensely caressing each other.

Taehyung's voice came as a whisper, “Answer him, little bunny.”

Jungkook did not know if it was the pet name or his hyung's peck on the cheek which followed his words that made his insides flip flop in relief, but his heartbeat instantly softened and his breath regulated naturally.

He has not noticed, Jungkook thought.

The fact that Namjoon had not opened the door yet was the last concern on Jungkook's mind.

“Yeah, I'll come hyung!” Jungkook spoke with a confident tone even he was surprised to have while looking at the closed door.

And his last concern slipped away as Namjoon walked away, door untouched.

Jungkook sighed, happy and relieved.

It was Taehyung's fingertips on his chin which made the maknae look up at his dark irises.

“I’ll go get ready.” Taehyung said with a soft tone, all sense of burning desire seemed to have dissipated from him.

Jungkook grinned at his lover, happy that he was able to control his urges so well when he knew that they would be going out with the others soon.

Jungkook thought everything was fine, everything seemed fine.

Although, when Taehyung barely pressed his lips to the younger male’s and flew out of the door before he could even reply, Jungkook knew he was wrong.

He felt his stomach plummet; his insides churn and a sense of sickness rose up in his throat. And Jungkook was smart, very smart; but when it came to feelings, he could be all kinds of lost. That's why everything had seemed fine just a few moments ago but they were not right. That's why Taehyung left but Jungkook was not satisfied with their parting.

Because Taehyung had felt the maknae’s discomfort from his fingertips on the smooth skin of his hip-bone. The slight tension had not been unnoticed by the older man. And even though it was scarcely a few milliseconds before the knock on the door, Jungkook had indeed sprung apart from his bandmate and lover. And Taehyung’s mind was soon cloaked by a fog of confusion and inquiries as he walked away from Jungkook's studio.

Because Jungkook thought it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place, before he would be able to join his hyung in his lust-filled episodes; but his silent prayers had not been answered.

Taehyung had noticed. Taehyung knew something was bothering Jungkook; and it pained him to know that his lover was not confiding in him.

A shroud of obscure thoughts veiled Taehyung as he walked away.

What is wrong?

 

To no one's surprise…

It was Taehyung.

“Kookie…” Taehyung spoke as he detached his lips from the brown-haired boy in front of him, his hands pushing the small of Jungkook's back so that the latter was pressed against his chest, “I want you.”

Jungkook instantly froze. The expectant eyes of his hyung brought Jungkook on edge and no matter how hard he tried to control his voice; his nervousness got the best of him.

“Y-you do?”

Jungkook silently promised to curse himself later for his bashfulness but in this instant, the maknae was just too busy contemplating Taehyung’s sharp features from up-close. He felt the older man's hands caress the entirety of his backside as they finally lay to rest inside Jungkook’s back pockets -making the youngest shiver at the expertly given fingertip caresses. At this, and having to control his breathing as well as the whirlwind of thoughts trapped inside his mind, Jungkook felt overwhelmed.

It was too much.

Taehyung had arrived into the boy’s studio a few hours earlier, all sweaty from practice, to take a look at what the maknae was working on -as you do. Being his lover, Taehyung -as his insight on Jungkook’s work had been qualified as a stronger creative fuel than any pizza could be by the maknae himself- had the opportunity to be aware of Jungkook’s creations before any of the other hyungs. Therefore, he knew that the 97-liner was working on a new project, one that had been in his mind for quite some time now but that he was only able to tackle recently as his idol life had been considerately hectic. As he had entered, Taehyung had been met with the sight of his lover with headphones on as he tapped his foot at different paces, trying new beats and melodies until one pleased his inner perfectionist. Taehyung loved to sit and listen to his bunny -his little bunny- speak with passion about his music; and that is what he had done.

Soon enough, the two of them had started imagining a choreography for BTS’ magnum opus -as Taehyung had called it. The adrenaline of the few hours of dance practice had still not left the older singer’s body as he had moved with agility around the small room, avoiding each and every shelf with an enviable grace. Jungkook had soon found himself unable to resist the urge to join his partner in the making of the dance. But the gliding of their bodies across the floor in such a constricted space had made their senses bloom at each breath they took. An invisible force had seemed to pull them in the middle of the room as if they had been trapped in a quick-sand of elegance.

That is how they had ended pressed together like magnets of complementary forces. Soon, the electrifying current between the both of them had ignited a fire which could only be satiated by the caresses they applied on the other’s skin.

Taehyung hummed against Jungkook’s neck, his hot breath warming the younger male’s skin in a somewhat unbearable manner. Jungkook’s entire body tensed up. He tightened his fists in Taehyung’s hair, earning a deep growl from his hyung.

Completely lost in his flow of lust, Taehyung slid his muscular legs around Jungkook's, trapping the maknae in his burning calefaction. The air warmed up around them as they linked their bodies fully.

Jungkook breathed in sharply.

Now that Taehyung had pressed his hips against the younger male, the maknae could definitely feel his hyung's want.

Taehyung's soft lips trailed down Jungkook's jaw. His grip on the maknae became stronger, more impatient, more demanding while his prey was petrified.

Jungkook was petrified because he did not know.

What was he supposed to do? Give back what Taehyung was doing to him? Simply enjoy it? Because that was the issue. Jungkook knew it could feel good, he should be enjoying it; however, in that precise instant, Jungkook could not feel anything.

The maknae knew something was wrong. He knew his lover's caresses only felt nice because he knew he was cared for. But the physical touch did not pleasure him like it should. Jungkook knew something was wrong because his hyung kept grunting and against his neck and down his collarbone, but no sound came out of the younger boy's mouth. And Jungkook’s ragged breath did not come from holding in his own sounds of pleasure, no, he was just horrified at the idea of doing something wrong.

Wrong.

Jungkook was wrong for wanting to tell his lover to stop. Wrong about his longing for sweet caresses across his body because he did not yearn for more.

He was wrong. Jungkook was wrong.

A hurricane of thoughts wrecked his senses in such a severe way that he just did not feel anything.

Why wasn't he aroused in the slightest? Why, now that he could finally share some alone time with the one he loved, did Jungkook seem to drown in incomprehension and despair at the same time -his passionate lover appearing to him both as a lifebuoy and an anchor? Well, that was not completely true; Taehyung's touches were the anchor. Each of Jungkook's fingertips against his hyung’s scalp sent a wave of desire throughout the latter, soon washing off every single remaining thought of self-control in his mind -and they were not many.

Therefore, Jungkook knew something was wrong with him. Why couldn't he be glad of his hyung's touch, why couldn't he enjoy his lover’s caresses? Why was this longing to feel pleasure so disorienting to him?

Jungkook bit his lip, his head still slightly tilted up so that Taehyung had a better access to his oh-so-kissable neck.

“H-hyung.” Ah get a hold of yourself Jeon Jungkook!

The oldest hummed, stopping his kissing fit and instead, as he could not get enough of Jungkook's scent, dove his nose into the crook of the maknae's neck, making a few strands of hair fall onto the maknae’s hot and sensitive skin.

Jungkook's breath got stuck in his throat. He was muted by his hyung's hand slowly trailing along the waistband of his jeans, sending another blow of goosebumps on the young male's pale epidermis.

Panic surged through Jungkook’s thoughts. ‘What if he realizes I'm not like him?', 'What if he thinks I don't love him because I don't feel things the way I should?' 'What if he doesn't love me anymore?'

Jungkook slid his hands down to the older male's waist and hugged it tightly, swallowing back the incoming tears that threatened to flood his cheeks.

As long as he had him in his arms he could not run away, right?

But Jungkook knew it was not healthy. It was not right because he was not giving Taehyung a choice.

The older dancer's hands stopped in their tracks for a few seconds as the singer examined his position against the boy's body. A deep growl escaped his slightly parted lips at the realization of their closeness. However, his hands soon resumed their work, making their way to the front of Jungkook's waistband.

Everything seemed silent for a second as Jungkook held his breath, even the youngest 95-liner’s breathing seemed to have stilled. Jungkook had never gone that far with Taehyung.

The older boy was tugging Jungkook’s shirt out of its safe hold just above the maknae’s hips.

But Jungkook felt light-headed. It was way too much for him; his hyung’s fingers expertly drawing the fabric away from his skin, the thoughts that did not seem to be wanting to leave him to enjoy his lover’s company and the constant lump in his throat which he seemed unable to swallow. He felt exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Jungkook’s knees started to give up on holding his strong stature upright. He was feeble, and he knew it. He would not be able to stop Taehyung, not now.

Then, Taehyung’s index finger slid across his hip bone.

Jungkook jolted away.

Knock Knock.

Jungkook's hands still held the older boy’s waist, though it was only a faint grip. The maknae's breath hitched. He silently prayed for Taehyung to believe that it had been the knock on the door that had made him spring apart from his lover; the knock on the door and the fear of getting caught by one of their bandmates when they had not properly made it official. He did not want his hyung to stop loving him because of his stupid body and brain which had not worked out the formula for ual arousal, yet. Yet. Because it surely was only a matter of time before Jungkook would be able to feel the same things as his hyung did… right? Jungkook was just simply being too shy and apprehensive of what would become a great pleasurable part of his life… right?

“Jungkook-ah, we’re going out to eat tonight. Do you want to come?”

Namjoon's words were slightly muffled by the wooden door of the maknae's studio but the latter had heard him well. His late response was justified by his preoccupation concerning Taehyung’s thoughts about him shying away from his touch as well as his undeniable fright of Namjoon walking in on them intensely caressing each other.

Taehyung's voice came as a whisper, “Answer him, little bunny.”

Jungkook did not know if it was the pet name or his hyung's peck on the cheek which followed his words that made his insides flip flop in relief, but his heartbeat instantly softened and his breath regulated naturally.

He has not noticed, Jungkook thought.

The fact that Namjoon had not opened the door yet was the last concern on Jungkook's mind.

“Yeah, I'll come hyung!” Jungkook spoke with a confident tone even he was surprised to have while looking at the closed door.

And his last concern slipped away as Namjoon walked away, door untouched.

Jungkook sighed, happy and relieved.

It was Taehyung's fingertips on his chin which made the maknae look up at his dark irises.

“I’ll go get ready.” Taehyung said with a soft tone, all sense of burning desire seemed to have dissipated from him.

Jungkook grinned at his lover, happy that he was able to control his urges so well when he knew that they would be going out with the others soon.

Jungkook thought everything was fine, everything seemed fine.

Although, when Taehyung barely pressed his lips to the younger male’s and flew out of the door before he could even reply, Jungkook knew he was wrong.

He felt his stomach plummet; his insides churn and a sense of sickness rose up in his throat. And Jungkook was smart, very smart; but when it came to feelings, he could be all kinds of lost. That's why everything had seemed fine just a few moments ago but they were not right. That's why Taehyung left but Jungkook was not satisfied with their parting.

Because Taehyung had felt the maknae’s discomfort from his fingertips on the smooth skin of his hip-bone. The slight tension had not been unnoticed by the older man. And even though it was scarcely a few milliseconds before the knock on the door, Jungkook had indeed sprung apart from his bandmate and lover. And Taehyung’s mind was soon cloaked by a fog of confusion and inquiries as he walked away from Jungkook's studio.

Because Jungkook thought it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place, before he would be able to join his hyung in his lust-filled episodes; but his silent prayers had not been answered.

Taehyung had noticed. Taehyung knew something was bothering Jungkook; and it pained him to know that his lover was not confiding in him.

A shroud of obscure thoughts veiled Taehyung as he walked away.

What is wrong?

 

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~FrenchieAuthor's note:

I mean, uh... Thanks Namjoon, I guess?

 

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