#krq

"I missed you."

That's the phrase that got you and Chan in this situation.

How? No idea.

It started when you came home from work, exhausted as fuck, and just wanting to cuddle with your husband.

Chan, being needy, clung to you with every move. It was like having a temporary koala on you. Except a lot less fluffy and a lot...heavier. Having 143 pounds of pure muscle on your back is not exactly easy.

Did you really mind? No. Were you oblivious, though? Yes. He had to tell you, explicitly, that he was needy and needed attention. How embarrassing. You're not that dense, are you?

Kidding. You're never that dense. Quite the contrary in fact. You're a smart businessman with a quick tongue and sharp wit. You were just tired.

Nevertheless, that quick tongue made you fairly popular with your partners. ;)

Ah sorry, sorry, sorry! Back to the story. Chan finally jumped on you and wouldn't let you go, and so you carried him all the way up to your shared bedroom.

"You're so cute, baby." You murmured softly with a smile on your face, setting him on your lap.

He leaned in, closing the distance between you with a kiss and a gentle smile. The kiss was sweet and pure at first, until his hands got antsy and started to dig into your back, leaving you with a carnal desire to absolutely ruin him. You slowly licked against his upper lip, drawing a moan from him as he opened his mouth.

Okay, but how did that lead to your final and Chan's third (and final) orgasm of the night?

Okay. Let's start with his first orgasm.

Chan sat on the bed, moaning softly with his head back against the headboard, his eyes closed and not a single article of clothing on his body. You were murmuring sweet nothings against his sunkissed skin as you slowly jerked him off.

His hands explored the plains and valleys of your body, finding every dip and curve to pull you closer.

Every moment was filled with hungry lust, soft moans and gentle hip movement, leaving Chan almost hypnotized by you.

He was caught in your spell.

And he was officially in subspace, so he'd do practically anything to please you.

So there he was, whining and bucking his hips up as you slowly, lazily jerked him off. You decided, feeling very adventurous, you were going to try something new. You brushed up against Chan, rocking your hips against his and grinding his cock against yours.

He was definitely confused at first. It was fun seeing the look of confusion change to pure pleasure as moans streamed from his mouth as much as tears streamed from his eyes.

You groaned deep into his ear as he let out an ear-piercing whine.

A long string of curses and slick noises followed, and then Chan came without a warning, too lost in the pleasure to speak.

For that, you decided to punish him, even though you had cum too. But to be fair, he had cum first.

You just wanted to punish him. That's all.

"What did I say about coming without master's permission, baby boy~?"

And that's what led to his second (ruined) orgasm.

Chan bit his lip, tears shimmering in his eyes.

"'M sorry master…won't happen again! Pl-ah!" He got cut off by a whine as you inserted a thick vibrator into him after lubing it up to the base, feeling his hole stretch around it. It was aimed right at his prostate too, so it was perfect.

"Such a pathetic little boy, hm~? Can't even wait for his fucking master to cum and instead shoots out without a warning. What a bad boy." You growled in his ear, your fingers gripping his chin. He shivered and a tear fell down his cheek. You turned on the vibrator to a high setting, watching him first scream and then writhe around in pleasurable agony.

"You know what your safe word is, right baby?" You softened for a moment, a little concerned.

"Y-yeah, I wanna keep g-going though." Chan sniffled a little and smiled that same smile that made you fall in love with him.

"Okay."

With that you crashed your lips on his, choking him a little with your hand as you explored his mouth with your tongue. He moaned into your mouth, turning you on even more, guiding his hips against your other hand.

You slapped his cock a little, watching him hiss a little and then scream again as the vibrator hit his prostate dead on.

You smirked as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing him from coming. He whined in frustration and sobbed, sniffling again.

"I'll let you cum only if you're going to be a good toy for me to play with." Your tone was seductive and threatening, like poisoned, but sweet wine. You tilted his chin up and smirked at the sight. Teary lashes, plump red lips slick with saliva, his abused cock twitching and leaking for attention, and his milky skin marked up with your bruises.

"A-ah! I'll be-I'll be a good toy! All for master, fuck...oh, please, please keep going, wanna cum, wanna cum, please..." Chan was desperately rambling, his moans getting higher pitched with every word, trying to jerk up into your hand.

You smirked and turned off the vibrator. "Roll over and spread your legs, then wait."

Chan was dutiful, rolling over and exposing his puckering hole to the air.

You got back onto the bed, rolling on a condom and lining up your cock at his entrance.

"Ready~? I’m gonna put it in now…" You whispered against his ear as your lips brushed it, your voice dripping with honey, eliciting a little shiver and a pretty whine at the seductiveness in your voice.

Chan brought your lips against his and opened his mouth as you groaned. The younger male whimpered softly as you dragged your tongue teasingly over his.

Fire bloomed like a beautiful orange flower from every touch and caress, feather-light and fleeting like a bird. The way you ran your hands down his spine to find the small of his back was like dragging a flower petal on the hardened muscles of his back.

Delicate, but beautiful.

You tapped the head of your cock against his hole, making him squeal and draw back. You smirked as you saw him clench around nothing, slowly pushing in.

The groan that came from Chan's mouth was breathy and high, his eyes falling shut in pleasure.

"Fuck, it's so tight…" You hissed.

"I didn't really prep myself for this, I just got horny thinking about you…" Chan gasped as your cockhead slowly moved against his warm, velvety walls.

His breath hitched as you started to thrust inside him, slowly at first and then faster as you started to get close to your final high of the night. You brutally abused his prostate, muffling your loud groans with bites on his neck. He screamed your name multiple times, letting everyone know who his master was.

"That's my good boy, just a little more, I'm gonna cum soon…" You groaned.

You were at least a little worried about the noise complaints that you'd be getting soon, but you were a little too busy fucking right now.

He came one last time and collapsed into your arms, tear tracks on his face and his body bruised. You filled up the condom, then pulled out slowly and wiped his face clean, placing gentle kisses on his forehead, the long slope of his nose, and the spot where his upper lip started. You tied the condom and threw it in the trash, your body wobbly from a post-orgasm haze.

You cleaned up his sweaty body and rubbed ointment on his bruises where you had gripped him a little too hard. You two could shower later.

Your sheets were changed in a matter of minutes, mainly thanks to your anxiety mounting as Chan slid further and further off the chair, looking like a rag doll.

Thankfully he didn't fall and you brought him safely to bed, laying him down and turning off the lights. You kissed the male, smiling as the moon illuminated his sleeping frame. He curled into your arms with a small smile.

(Y/N) was sick.

He had the potential to have the disease...but he didn't know it would be this bad. He coughed up half formed chrysanthemums, roses, lilacs...all beautiful on their own, but when literally blooming inside him...

They turned into weapons. The art of murder.

Taehyung was oblivious, joining him in bed most nights, "loving" him just the way he always did.

The only problem is, (Y/N) didn't know why this was happening.

Taehyung was cheating on him...with one of his best friends, Jungkook.

He was confused. Taehyung always loved him...right?

Hecheatedhecheatedhecheatedhecheated

(Y/N) tried to push out the thoughts in his head.

Hecheatedhecheatedhecheatedhecheated

The voice in his head bounced around, shrieking with laughter.

A raspy cough shocked him out of his thoughts. He could feel the vines curling around his lungs, holding them down in a chokehold, not letting him breathe. The thorns in those vines were dangerously close to puncturing them.

He would die if that happened.

That night, (Y/N) was determined to find out why the hell this was happening.

The clock ticked 9 PM. Taehyung said that he'd be back by 8 or 8:15 at the most. He was going out with a friend today, he didn't specify which friend or anything. Just "a friend."

10 PM. The older man was frustrated. But he pushed it down and didn't move, reading a book. Thoughts of Taehyung clouded his mind. But he didn't act.

Pretty soon, the clock ticked 11 PM. That was it. (Y/N) grabbed his keys from the door and slammed the back door behind him. He was angry now, wondering where the hell Taehyung was. It had been 5 hours since he left.

"God. He's probably out drinking again...fucking drunkard...some boyfriend you got there." The little voice in his head sneered.

(Y/N) shushed it quietly, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove off down the street.

It felt like he drove for hours before he reached the bar that Taehyung had gone to. The man picked up his phone and dialed his boyfriend's number.

Meanwhile, at Jungkook's house, through the drunken haze of lust and sex, Jungkook reached for Taehyung's phone. He looked over at Taehyung's sleeping form, inches away from him, with loving eyes.

"Baby...your phone is ringing...someone named (Y/N)?"

"Mmmm...?" Taehyung hummed, opening his eyes blearily.

Jungkook kissed his head, cradling his cheek and repeated what he said, softer this time.

The other man's eyes widened when he saw who was calling. He put the phone to his ear with trembling hands. Jungkook frowned, wondering what had happened, why was his Taehyung so scared?

"H-hello?" Taehyung murmured in a scared whisper.

"Where are you?" (Y/N)'s voice was calm, but his body was shaking with rage.

"I'm at a friend's house." The effects of the alcohol was starting to wear off, and he was coming to his senses, so his words weren't slurred.

"And where is this...friend of yours? I want to talk to them."

Taehyung trembled. "I can't let you do that. He's sleeping."

"Okay. Then tell me the address of where you are. Wake him up and then we'll ta-"

Taehyung cut the phone, too shaky to hear any more out of his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s mouth.

On the other end, (Y/N) mumbled obscenities under his breath. He would find his boyfriend, no matter what. He rasped out a cough, vomiting out rosy pink petals and blood.

"Just another rose..."

He put the now half-ruined rose aside, wiping his mouth on his wrist and smearing the crimson liquid everywhere. The man's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists around the wheel as the tracker on his phone told him exactly where Tae was. Find My Iphone really does you good sometimes.

Why do the prettiest flowers always have the biggest thorns?

He hopped out of the car and climbed up the steps to the large front door, engraved with some designs. Honestly, the whole house was big. And pretty. The scene inside? Probably not so much.

"At least you know that Taehyung's been cheating on you with some rich bitch." The snooty voice in his head sniggered.

"At least I wouldn't stoop so low as to cheat on someone behind their back." The man murmured back, knocking on the door and abruptly ending the conversation.

"Um...yes?" A milky, pale-skinned boy stood there in a fluffy white bathrobe. His brown hair was tousled from sleep and his eyes were half lidded.

"Is there a Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung here?" (Y/N)'s voice was authoritative, making the boy shiver. No one messes with this guy.

"Y-yes sir. I'm Jungkook's younger brother. I-I can tell you where he is."

"Please do."

Jungmin (the brother), led him up a big flight of stairs, lit by a chandelier that glittered like the stars. He stopped right outside a closed mahogany door. This was Jungkook's brother.

He slowly opened the door, to see a sight that broke his heart.

His lover, curled up in the arms of another man. Namely, this one looked like a bigger version of Jungmin. This was Jungkook.

(Y/N) couldn't do much more than look at the heartwrenching sight as he started to cough up bigger and more formed flowers. And more blood. Lots more blood.

The hacking got the attention of Jeon Jungkook himself as he sat upright in bed, exposing his naked chest.

"Can I help you?" The man raised a perfectly arched brow.

"I want to talk to my boyfriend."

"W-who is your boyfriend?" Jungkook was confused.

(Y/N) laughed bitterly between raspy coughs. "It's the man who just slept with you, my friend. Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend. To think that I was going to marry him a year from now..." (Y/N) laughed again, but this time the laugh turned into a cough that started to close his lungs.

"You had a BOYFRIEND?!" Jungkook's shock turned to rage and he delivered a sound blow to Taehyung's cheek. His face moved with the slap as he audibly gasped, tears shimmering in his eyes.

"AND YOU CHEATED ON HIM?! LOOK AT HIM! HE'S DYING! YOU LEFT HIM LIKE THIS?! FOR HOW LONG?!" The brown-haired boy kept shouting, his rage forming a monster.

"Forget you. I'm going to take this man to the hospital," Jungkook said, pulling the barely conscious (Y/N) up.

"And you better be gone. Out of my house, out of my bed, out of my life. I can't believe I fell in love with a two-timer whore like you. If I see you here when I get back, I'm making sure I finish the job myself."

"(Y/N)-ie baby! Look what I made!"

Taehyung smiled with a beautifully woven flower crown in his hands. Purple orchids, (Y/N)'s favorite flower, littered the array of flowers on the crown. He put it on the other male's head. (Y/N) smiled, hugging him.

"It's beautiful, Tae…you have such artful skill…I love it!" You nuzzled his nose and kissed him with a smile.

…

"(Y/N)."

"Yes, Taehyung?"

"I'm going out. Don't expect me for dinner, my friend is going to pay for mine."

(Y/N) sighed, pushing up his blue-light glasses on his head. He closed his computer and walked over to Taehyung, his footsteps soft. The older male didn't miss the way the younger flinched as (Y/N) kissed his head.

"Okay." Resignation flashed in his (e/c) eyes.

Taehyung turned away, hiding a pang of sadness deep in his heart. He put on his brown shoes and went to open the door.

"And…Tae?"

Taehyung's heart broke at the love in his voice. That nickname…that was one that (Y/N) gave to him when they started dating.

"Yes?"

"You know I'm always here if you want to talk."

"Okay." And with that Taehyung left.

(Y/N) walked over to the counter and put his head in his hands.

What happened to the Taehyung he loved…?

Tears leaked from his fingers.

That was the day when the coughing started.

…

"Doctor…what's wrong with me?"

"Seems like you have Hanahaki, my friend. It comes from unrequited love. Your partner doesn't love you back. That's the main reason for it. You've got flowers and vines growing in you. These flowers will kill you if they trap your lungs. The thorns will hurt. There aren't many cures for it, but…if you really wanted to, you could opt for surgery. It would cut out the flowers…but your emotions would be gone. You'd be an unfeeling robot. There are also these pills that you could take. It suppresses the flowers, but you'll become numb inside slowly. If you want a permanent solution, then get someone who actually loves you." The doctor rolled their eyes.

"Listen here. My partner actually loves me. I know it. And I don't want your stupid pills. Nor do I want surgery. I'm leaving, thanks for wasting my time." (Y/N) bristled and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Bastard."

The coughing only got worse from that day onward. Taehyung was out of the house more often than not, so he didn't notice.

(Y/N) opened his eyes to a white room, with bright lights and a blurry face above him.

"(Y/N)…!"

"(Y/N)?"

The older male finally came to, the searing pain in his head tripling as he got used to the lights all around him. He touched his head and felt a cloth bandage that seemed to wrap all the way around his forehead.

The man who had yelled at Taehyung before he brought him to the hospital was standing beside his bed.

Bright tears shimmered in his eyes as he looked down at the male, so fragile and weak.

"I-I'm so sorry…" Jungkook stuttered, rubbing at his red-rimmed eyes with the heels of his palms.

(Y/N) tugged at the younger male's shirt, making him drop to his knees. He motioned for Jungkook to come closer. The boy inched closer, a little scared.

He pulled at Jungkook's shirt, then connected his lips with the other male's cheek. Jungkook blushed as (Y/N) smiled at him.

He wrote on a whiteboard.

"I'll be okay. Thank you for saving me. I would have died had you been accepting of Tae. He truly didn't love me…"

(Y/N) looked down, wanting to sigh, but not being able to get any sound out.

Jungkook hugged him tightly and smiled. It's okay, his gaze said.

Jungkook's voice cracked as he spoke to the silence.

"I'm so sorry…(Y/N)-ie…"

"It's okay." (Y/N)'s voice was strained with pain, his voice sounding rusty from days of disuse.

"How much longer in here, (Y/N)?"

He wrote on the whiteboard again.

"Today is the last day. I'll be out in a few hours."

"Can I stay for the night? It's pretty late anyway…" Jungkook yawned, running a tattooed hand through his hair.

(Y/N) smiled, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"It's only 4:30 PM, Jeon. Go home. You think Jung-min could watch my house for me? He's a good boy."

Jungkook laughed. "Whatever (Y/N) wants, (Y/N) gets."

The older male let out a small, breathy chuckle. "And let's go on a proper date after this, shall we?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Kook's heart fluttered just thinking about it. Technically they were just strangers with broken hearts.

But maybe…just maybe…they could heal together.

A few days passed. (Y/N) was now out of the hospital and staying with Jungkook until his condition fully stabilized. Jungmin, or Minnie, as he was called by Jungkook, was watching the older male's house.

(Y/N) re-learned how to use his voice, and with it, he got to know Jungkook better.

Jungkook was like a…if an exercise machine was human. That would be what Jungkook would be the epitome of.

However, he liked to do other things as well, like reading and painting.

Basically, the same things the other liked to do.

They grew closer as friends, going out together for coffee, picnics, running barefoot through meadows and watching the sunset.

(Y/N) and Jungkook's hands were next to each other as they stared at the sunset. They looked at each other, and the boys' lips curved into a smile.

The older male's eyes flicked down to Jungkook's perfectly red lips, the waning sun bathing them in a golden glow.

"Can I kiss you?" He breathed, getting close.

"Please, I want you to." The brunette smiled and closed the distance between the both of them, connecting their lips.

The final flower died in (Y/N)'s body.

The disease was gone, forever. The feeling of being choked was replaced with a swelling of his heart with love.

He was the proof that he could always heal from anything.

"We meet again, Iron Boy." Loki snarked as he shakes hands with Tony.

"Reindeer Games." Tony gritted through a forced smile, clenching a hidden fist at his side.

Loki groaned like a creaky bed, seeming more bored by the second.

"Come on, you know I hate that nickname."

"Exactly why I called you that. Now, what do you want? If it's not anything important, I'm going to have my coffee with Pepper now..." Tony turned to walk out of the room.

The gun cock and safety clicking into place rang through the room, and suddenly Loki's voice was right in his ear. (It was a fake gun, I swear-)

"Don’t move." He reached over Tony and slammed the door, locking it.

The gun was suddenly up against Tony's head, the cold metal pressing into his skull.

Tony raised his hands shakily, defenseless. Something told him that Loki would do more than just kill him if he didn't comply with his wishes.

"Now...are you going to be a good boy, Anthony~?" Loki asked, his voice an alluring purr that made Tony's face red.

"S-stop it."

Loki laughed, a bright little chime and Tony couldn't help but allow a miniscule half-smile to creep across his face.

"Should I~? Be honest now." Loki's smile vanished.

Tony didn't say anything, because, frankly, he didn't want it to stop.

"That's what I thought. Now kneel. I have a problem to take care of." Loki pointed to the ground in front of him.

Tony dropped to his knees to unbutton Loki's pants, assuming that's what he wanted. The gun fell from the other man's hand, skidding away just within reach of Tony. He could easily pick it up and start shooting at Loki.

Tony's eyebrows quirked up when his hands were slapped away.

"Mouth, whore." Loki growled, yanking the other's head closer to his pants.

Tony somehow managed to get the thick fabric of his pants down, then working on his boxers, which was slightly easier.

His cock almost slapped him in the face, red and leaking.

He gave kitten licks and kisses to the head of his cock, making Loki‘s head fall back in pleasure.

He was desperate. Tony could understand from his body language. He must have been walking around with this problem all day.

Poor boy.

Tony suddenly was felt with determination to make Loki feel good.

He started to take him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around his length.

Loki's eyes widened, then squeezed shut as he moaned quietly. "Oh fuck, Tony~!"

He took him deeper, bobbing his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks, moaning loudly around him.

"A-ah! You're good at this, aren't you, hah~?" Loki groaned between words.

Tony hummed in acknowledgment. Yes, he was good.

Loki’s hands found their way into the other man’s dark brown hair, the fingers pulling him closer.

After minutes of lewd groans, hair pulling and slick noises, Loki was close to cumming.

"T-Tony, I'm gonna cum-!" He came as soon as he finished that sentence, unwinding with white ropes of cum in Tony's awaiting mouth.

He ended up swallowing it all, licking the remainder off his lips. Loki pulled him up for a kiss, tenderly cupping his cheek and moaning at the taste of himself on his tongue.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do, Reindeer Games. And I love you too." Tony smiled adoringly at Loki, who smiled back.

"Now, let's go have that coffee with Pepper, yeah?"

Taehyung sighed as he walked home from college. Another boring day had passed, and he was just about ready to fall asleep.

The breeze was warm as the sun started to sink, painting the sky with warm pinks, oranges, and darkening blues.

He looked to his right, expecting to see the abandoned building that he always passed by.

His eyebrows creased in a confused frown as he looked at the new sign. Apparently there was a new record store coming, one that sold vintage records.

He peeked inside, and the lights were on, but the door was locked shut. He knocked, hopefully expecting someone to open it, but the pessmistic part of him said that no one would be there.

"Jungkook, go open the door." A muffled voice said from inside.

A boy, probably not much younger than him, came a few moments later and opened the door for him. There was a ring of a pleasant little wind chime as the door closed behind him.

The boy ran away shyly, hiding behind another, much older boy who came out to see who came.

"Oh hello! Have you come to explore the records?" The older boy, who had tanned skin and oddly eccentric looking blue hair, extended his hand to him to shake. "I'm Namjoon, by the way." He shook it. "Taehyung." Taehyung mumbled in response.

He shook his head. "I just wanted to explore this place, since I always walked by it when I go home from college."

"Ah, that's cool. What college do you go to?"

"Coral Coast Academy, you know the one. The one in Seoul."

"Oh yeah! We go there too! Wait, where are you from?"

"Daegu. I have dorms to stay here, though. You?"

"Ah yeah, I'm from Seoul. Jungkook is from Busan."

"Jungkook?"

The boy, apparently Jungkook, peeked his head out from behind Namjoon.

"Jungkook, you can introduce yourself." Namjoon patted the shy boy's back, ushering him forward.

Jungkook's eyes wandered around, looking anywhere but the man in front of him as his hand made its way forward.

His pretty brown eyes finally focused on Taehyung's face and slightly widened as he took his hand and shook it. "My name is Taehyung. What's yours?"

All Jungkook's mind could think was-

"Oh shit…he's pretty..."

Jungkook's mind was just repeating a mantra of pretty over and over in his head. He had totally ceased to function.

"S-sir?" Taehyung stuttered at the faraway look in Jungkook's eyes. He must have zoned out…

"Jungkook?" Namjoon's warm hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

"A-ah! I'm sorry…my name is Jeon J-Jungkook." Jungkook stuttered over his words, blushing furiously at how bad he was fucking up a simple introduction.

Taehyung tilted his head and smiled. "Nice meeting you, you two," He checked his watch. "But it's getting late, I have to head back to my dorm."

"Oh, you're right! I completely lost track of time…you just get sucked into another world when you're in here, I guess. I mean, I love running this store, so I guess when you're doing something you love, then you lose track of time and it doesn't feel like work and…I'm rambling again…I'm sorry." Namjoon said and bowed sheepishly as he started to busy himself with tidying the place up for the night, or what could be tidied up. Most of the stuff was in boxes. Jungkook scampered off to help him.

"It's okay, I kind of like it when you talk about stuff you're passionate about. I haven't even seen you talk this much ever, and I have a class with you, I just remembered." Taehyung chuckled.

Namjoon turned around in shock, raising an eyebrow. "And what class is that?"

"We have Honors History together."

The older boy gasped, recalling his schedule and the first day of class, seeing a brown haired boy make his way to the back of the class, late and blushing from embarrassment.

"You were the one who was late the first day!" The blue haired boy gaped in recognition.

Taehyung chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous habit. "Yes, yes I was…you saw that, didn't you…?"

Namjoon provided a sheepish, but sympathetic smile. "Everyone did…but hey! If it makes you feel any better, I was late for my first day too."

"Really?"

"Mhm!" Namjoon nodded eagerly, twirling the keys to the building on his finger. "Ready to go?"

"Yep!" Taehyung shifted from one foot to the other, trying to adjust his backpack on his shoulder.

"Jungkook? You done? Ready to go?"

"Uh-huh." Jungkook had an AirPod in, scrolling through his phone as he walked out from behind a shelf.

"So, Jungkook, what class do you have tomorrow?~" Taehyung said, trying to make idle conversation with the boys.

Jungkook took out his earbud and put it in its case, snapping it shut and rolling his eyes. "I have Fine Arts IV first tomorrow. It's boring. Such a snoozefest."

"Oof, I feel so sorry for you, man." Taehyung hid a snicker, not having that class.

"And you?" Taehyung looked at Namjoon, who had been walking aimlessly with them, spaced out.

"Namjoon-hyung!" Jungkook waved his hand in front of Namjoon's face.

Namjoon shook his head and mumbled. "What?"

"I was asking what class you have first tomorrow." Taehyung said.

"Psychology I. It's really cool. You should apply for it, switch out one of your classes next semester."

Taehyung thought about it for a brief moment.

"Psych class...not gonna lie, it would be pretty cool." Taehyung thought.

"I'll think about it."

They continued to walk in silence for a bit, each one enjoying the others' presence. The warm breeze gently caressed their faces, making the boys release a collective soft sigh, a quiet release of breath.

Taehyung really felt like this would be the time to propose if he had a lover.

A sudden thought came to his mind. "Hey, do you guys have the same dorm building as me?"

"Mine's 2."

"And so is mine."

Taehyung smiled brightly. "Aw yeah! We do!"

Namjoon pumped fists with Taehyung. "Awesome!"

They entered the building and headed up the stairs together, their footsteps echoing in unison down the empty hallway.

"Alright guys, let's get our work done and sleep, okay? Have a good night, everyone!"

"Goodnight!" Taehyung and Jungkook replied in unison, slipping into their dorm rooms and closing the doors.

Taehyung smiled, sighing. Today was a change from the boring drag of college life, and he needed it desperately. He knew that he'd hold onto this for the rest of his days in college.

He put some lofi hip hop music on and collapsed on his bed, alone once again, in the quiet of his room.

Soon, his eyelids began to feel heavy, and they started to close, his cares and worries about the next day melting away as he sunk into dreamland.

The next morning, he woke to a pleasant aroma of coffee. He pushed himself up out of bed, forced himself to look decent, and headed to the kitchen, where an unsuspecting Namjoon was making coffee for him!

Taehyung screeched and literally jumped out of his skin, startling Namjoon and making him spill the hot coffee all over his hand.

"Ah, shit! That's hot..." Namjoon winced as he washed it under cold water.

"Why the hell are you here?! How did you get in?!" Taehyung was bewildered, not concerned about the other boy's hand at all, more concerned with the fact that somehow, Namjoon had wormed his way in here, without him knowing.

"Staff let me in, bud." Namjoon jabbed a thumb at the door, then resumed the nonchalant bandaging of his hand.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung frowned, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's happened before." The other boy shrugged it off.

"S-should I be concerned?"

"Nope."

"Okay then..." Taehyung couldn't stop the hesitancy from creeping into his voice.

"I'm fine, I promise."

"You're sure, right?"

"Yes. Now, let's drink, good thing I made extra." Namjoon handed the other mug to Taehyung.

They drank and rushed to class afterward, hoping they wouldn’t be late.

After the day was over, the sun was starting to set and the breeze began to blow again as Taehyung walked down the street. The record store had the lights on inside, so he opened the door and saw Jungkook looking for something among the shelves.

Taehyung came up behind him to see what he was looking for, his fingers brushing over the cases and-

Oh shit.

Their fingers brushed over one another, eliciting a small squeak from the younger boy.

Taehyung felt a little bump, seemingly in the shape of a letter against his finger.

He looked and saw inky tattoos on his fingers, along with pretty black nails. He admired them for a quick second as the boy turned around.

Jungkook turned around and came face-to-face with Taehyung.

Oh shit...

Jungkook's face flushed a bright cherry red as he stared into warm brown eyes, little fireflies reflected in there somehow.

"Hi." Taehyung breathed out, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he looked into the pair of big, sparkly black eyes staring back at him.

Something about his eyes is just so pretty...

"H-hi..." Jungkook stuttered, almost knocking over the whole shelf in his eagerness to get away from him. Being a shy boy ain't easy, you know.

Taehyung had the sudden urge to kiss him as his eyes flickered down to lips stained a pretty coral with lip tint. He wanted to taste it, feel his hands in pretty red strands of hair, kiss the tinted cheeks of a lover, his lover...maybe this boy would be it, but maybe not.

But what good would that do? That would just push Jungkook away. They just met like...a day ago. There's not a bit of etiquette in that.

Taehyung backed off, realizing what position they were in and how close they were, blushing profusely as he covered his face and chuckled nervously.

"I-Um...I'm sorry..." Taehyung babbled incoherently.

"It's fine." Jungkook giggled, a pale, delicate hand covering his mouth.

Taehyung had a loopy grin on his face as he heard the other boy's little giggles.

Jungkook smiled and turned to him. "Anyway, what are you here for?"

"Nothing in particular. Actually…I was wondering if you had the vinyl for Broken Promises by Ang3l_@mbrrs (Angel Ambers who don't understand)?"

"The band?!" Jungkook gasped.

"Y-yes, the band…" Taehyung said, sheepishly smiling.

"They're my favorite! Of course I do, it's my favorite song!"

"Really? Me too!" Taehyung was eager, sniffing around the younger boy like a friendly puppy.

"I've got so many posters of them, you'd think I'm a lunatic! Follow me, I can find the vinyl for you!" Jungkook laughed and bolted for the back shelf, and Taehyung followed, smiling widely.

When Taehyung got there, wheezing (to be fair, it was a big store…), Jungkook was twirling the case between his fingers and whistling a tune, the picture of relaxation. That was one hell of a flex.

"Okay, not fair. Listen, I'm not that out of shape…am I?" Taehyung gasped out between breaths.

Jungkook giggled, handing the tired boy a bottle of water and the vinyl. "You don't take gym class, do you?"

"Nope! Moreover, how dare you ask me that??" Taehyung laughed as he dramatically feigned hurt, slapping a hand over his heart.

Jungkook laughed. "Ah, so you're a theater kid?"

"Mm. Exactly. Everyone loves me in theater class. Aren't you in it?"

"Actually I am. I'm not very good at acting, though…so I'm an understudy, most of the time anyway!"

"Ah really, so that’s why I don't see you around a lot…"

"Yeah…" Jungkook said thoughtfully.

"What do you like to do in your free time?" Taehyung asked as he walked out to the front of the store, Jungkook following suit.

"I like to compose some of my own music, actually!" Jungkook had a bright smile on his face as he mentioned it.

The older boy was shocked. He's really something…

It's just another reason to love him…

"What kind of music do you make?" He queried curiously.

"I actually dabble in a lot of music genres. I really don't have a actual style that I stick to. A little RNB, EDM, lofi…literally anything that sticks with me I'll do."

So he's an all-rounder. Tell me that he wasn't falling head over heels for him right now.

They continued to chat, finding more and more similarities between them, until it was fairly dark outside. Taehyung checked the time.

Holy shit, it's nearly 12 AM.

"Wow. It's super late…"

"What time is it?"

"12 AM."

Jungkook jumped. Had he really spent that much time with this guy he had just met like…yesterday?

Yes. Yes he did. And he had loved every second.

"I wanna get to know more about you, Jungkook. How about we go on a picnic tomorrow? My treat?" Taehyung smiled his signature boxy smile.

"That'd be really nice…Taehyungie-hyung."

Taehyung blushed at the nickname.