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“What did I say about being late? You think you can do everything on your time? We had an agreement, Kim!” His grip only tightens, slamming the boy against his locker again.

“S-sorry.. I—”

“Oh, let me guess, little Soonshimie wanted to play in the snow!” He mocks with an overly high-pitched voice.

“I said sorry! I did the fucking review packet, let me go damn it.” Taehyung huffs, hand reaching up to shove Jeongguk’s arm away from his throat. He finally loosens his grip and Taehyung doesn’t waste a moment to break free from his grasp, not bothering to hide the angered expression on his face.

Like any other morning, he opens his physics folder, hands him the copy with Jeongguk’s name written neatly on the top and zips up his bag, throwing it around his shoulder before curving around the younger boy and making his way to his own class.

Jeongguk watches him as he walks away, he watches him walk confidently with his chin held up high.

And in class, Jeongguk is seated right beside him, watching the boy who is tentative to the teacher scribbling formulas onto the board, lips pursed into a pout, hand keeping his chin held up and with the ridiculously large glasses framing his face.

He looks… cute.

It’s bizarre, really.

Jeon Jeongguk is nothing but rugged clothing, disheveled hair, smudged eyeliner and a scowl never budging from his face.

The complete opposite of the sun that was Kim Taehyung to simplify.

Something about the focused yet slight confused expression on his soft plush features causes Jeongguk’s heart to contract in his chest. So he softens for a moment, admiring the boy and his angelic features. It doesn’t last very long however, it lasts a good ten minutes only to return to his usual stoic douche-canoe persona.

“I hope you understand this shit Kim, I'm not settling for a B.” Jeongguk reminds in a hushed whisper, Taehyung doesn't bother to reply, only giving him the roll of his eyes in response.

Rolling his eyes is the farthest he'll go, otherwise consequences were sure to follow.

The first time had been after school, the third day in which Jeongguk had begun copying Taehyung’s school work and the boy had stood up for himself, had told him he wasn’t allowed to take credit for all of his efforts and that earned him a pretty shiner on his left cheek.

He hasn’t had a voice since. Just witty remarks that he somehow managed to get away with. He knew where his limit was, he knew how far he could push it before Jeongguk would really give it to him.

Jeongguk didn’t say anything to him again that day.

But he was at his locker the following morning.

As per usual, physics and calculus homework. But what was out of the ordinary, was the sight of Hanbin, towering over a fearful looking Taehyung with a nose dripping blood.

“Do you know what I went through when I got home? All because you forgot to finish a fucking problem? You’re fucking good for nothing.” He spits, Taehyung finds his eyes pouring out tears he can’t bring himself to suppress, he finds his lip quivering uncontrollably as the overbearing urge to just say something overwhelms him.

He doesn’t have to though, because the fingers around his neck are gone and Hanbin is so suddenly lying on the ground.

“Don’t ever fucking touch him again. Understood?”

He grabs Hanbin by his shirt, “find a new nerd, this one’s mine.” Jeongguk quite literally spits in this boy’s face, not bothering to keep his saliva at bay that seems to be attracted to Hanbin’s face like a damn magnet. And with that, he throws the boy back onto the ground.

Without a moment to spare, Jeongguk’s fingers latch onto Taehyung’s thin wrist, yanking the boy up onto his feet and makes way down the hall and away from the scene hastily.

“W-where are you taking me?” Taehyung croaks weakly.

“Just stop talking.” Is his curt response.

“I’m going to be late to class—”

“You’re bleeding, damn it, can’t you put school aside for one second?” And then Jeongguk halts, he’s taken him to the 26th hallway, an unused hallway strictly off limits. There aren’t ever any classes in session down this hall, it has absolutely no supervision and thus is blocked off from any students.

“We aren’t allowed to be in here..” An unsettling feeling consumes him, he’s never been down here before, anyone who is caught gets an immediate suspension.

“Doesn’t matter, tilt your head up.” Jeongguk states flatly, as he reaches down into his bag, withdrawing his gym clothes and holding the fabric of his t-shirt to his nose, finger resting below Taehyung’s chin, he lifts his head.

“Blow.”

Taehyung does as commanded, wincing softly when his nose stings in response. Jeongguk pinches his nose clean from the last traces of blood, pulling away the now dirtied shirt and taking a good look at Taehyung’s face.

The boy’s eyes are puffy and glossy, probably from all that crying he had done moments ago. His hair sits atop of his head in a mess of curls, falling over his glasses frame messily and it’s so ridiculously adorable Jeongguk has no idea what comes over him when he so suddenly brushes his fringe away from his eyebrows.

Taehyung’s entire face flushes, it isn’t until then that they both take in the fact that they’re actually quite close to one another.

Taehyung blinks, repeatedly, waiting for the younger to take a step back but he doesn’t.

He does the exact opposite actually. It’s seemingly just a blink of Tae’s eyes and Jeongguk has him pressed against the wall, arms caging him in.

“Is this the first time that bastard Hanbin has hurt you? And tell me the truth, don’t fuckin’ lie.” He says words that he would normally spit at him, but this time, he says them gently, even his swears, they’re nothing above a whisper. And with his breath, tickling at Taehyung’s cheeks, the older boy can only flush a deeper shade of red, turning his gaze away from Jeongguk’s.

“It’s.. it’s not.” He admits, eyes falling to the floor, only for Jeongguk’s fingers to lace around his chin and tilt his head upwards again.

“Look at me, Tae.” He commands, Taehyung has no choice to follow, as the grip he has around his chin isn’t anything he can break free from.

“No one is allowed to hurt you, nobody is allowed to even touch so much as a hair on your head.” He hisses, eyes filled with fury. Jeongguk doesn’t even know why the hell he’s so mad, he has no place to be angered.

Taehyung can’t quite understand that either.

“W-what the fuck do you mean?” He yanks his head away from Jeongguk’s touch, hands pushing up against Jeongguk’s chest in an attempt to push the boy away from him, to tear down his arms that stand as sturdy, unmoving walls.

It’s futile, for he is too weak and Jeongguk’s biceps might as well be made from steel.

“You fucking bully me every damn day of my life and now you want to get all possessive and protective of me all of a sudden?” He spits, no longer the feeble boy he was just moments ago, and there it goes again.

Taehyung being angry, it’s ridiculously fucking adorable.

His cheeks red, lips pouty, eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly and Jeongguk is swooning.

He’s softening, his hard exterior breaking down and turning to absolute mush like his insides, Taehyung is just so cute. Jeongguk cups his cheeks gently, a small smile on his face,

“It’s complicated okay?” Jeongguk tries to explain, Taehyung only scowls, attempting to push his touch away but next thing he knows Jeongguk’s swooping down to claim his lips as his own.

And even with the frustration still strong and bubbling in his abdomen, Taehyung finds himself relaxing into his hold, for some illogical reason he’s been oddly enough craving this as well, allowing Jeongguk to press him against the peeling paint walls, allows his hands to find their way down to his hips to pull him closer, allows Jeongguk to breathe in his breaths and to bite down on his lips hungrily.

When Jeongguk finally pulls away, staring holes down into the even more flustered Taehyung, he leans forward one last time and pecks his lips gently.

“You’re mine now.” Jeongguk states simply.

“W-what?” Is all Taehyung manages to mutter.

“How else am I supposed to make sure nobody lays a finger on you?” Jeongguk explains earnestly, interlacing their fingers together before grabbing his backpack up and off of the floor, leading Taehyung back in the direction of their classroom.

Needless to say, nobody has laid a finger on Taehyung since.

(and with the help from his new boyfriend, Jeongguk actually starts turning in assignments done 100% by himself.)

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It wasn’t Jimin, he knows for a fact because he had shot him a text just a few hours earlier, telling him he was spending the night at Yoongi’s tonight.

What in the actual fuck does he do in situations like this? He fumbles about in his bed, throwing his pillows and blankets every which way in search for his phone when it hits him that he left his iPhone, all alone with whatever demon was in his living room.

So he’s royally screwed, too terrified to do anything besides whimper and hide underneath blankets.

Taehyung awaits once again, his senses heightened in paranoia. Everything is suddenly much louder, like the person’s footsteps, whatever shoes they’re wearing seem to be quite chunky, heavy, perhaps boots?

Taehyung winces at the thought of their white-carpeting, they’re probably muggy and wet from snow now.

It’s almost as if the person is searching for something, with all the frequent rustling noises and all. And any previous consideration of this person being Jimin was out the window, if it was Jimin, he would’ve called Taehyung’s name by now, would’ve came by Taehyung’s room the check-in on him. It was just Jimin’s usual behavior.

So whoever the fuck is in his kitchen now, is most definitely not Taehyung’s precious tiny best friend.

He hears the refrigerator open, a faint hum from the machinery being the only sound audible besides cartons of milk being shoved aside and that’s when Taehyung hears it.

He hears his pizza box being open, his leftover pizza and so suddenly any previous evidence of fear is washed from his features.

“Not today Satan.” 

He huffs to himself, tying the ends of the blanket tightly together,  almost as if it was a cape.

He clenches Jimin’s baseball bat firmly in his hand, bracing himself for whatever hell was out there before kicking his own bedroom door open.

Okay perhaps that was a bit too courageous of him and maybe he did just recklessly surrender himself to the murderer raiding his refrigerator, because now that he’s exposed himself and his existence, he’s certain he’ll be killed now.

He won’t even be able to avenge his pizza’s life, because at the sight before him, a boy he’s never seen before, is already wolfing down his third slice.

“Ohmff— you muff be Taehyung-mffg.” He attempts to utter, raising a hand up in a friendly wave, doe eyes slowly but surely turning quizzical as he takes in the sight before him.

“Why do you have a bat—”

Taehyung, suddenly feeling another rush of bravery strike him, bolts into his kitchen, yanks the pizza out from his hand (setting it gently back in the box of course)  before turning back to the thing before him, and the next thing Jeongguk sees is his world turning upside down, his legs falling underneath him and now his mouth is filled with mushy white carpeting.

Taehyung pants, out of breath, in a taekwondo position he had learned too many years back to count, muttering something about not being able to stretch and wow I should really practice more I’m getting rusty.

The intruder winces in agony, he can practically feel the bruise forming on his calves from the blow of Taehyung’s kick, his feet moved too fast for his eyes to follow. He can’t see anything besides pretty tan feet, toes curled inwards, he’s quite literally at Taehyung’s feet right now.

And then the world is being pulled back upwards.

Grabbing the boy by his wrists and hauling him up, Taehyung slams the boy against the wall so hard his picture frame drops lifelessly to the ground.

“Who the fuck are you?” Taehyung spits intimidatingly in his face, “and why the fuck are you eating my leftovers?”

“My fucking— dude can you fucking relax and let me go!” He attempts to break free from Taehyung’s grasp, keyword here is attempt, Taehyung’s grip is practically made of iron.

“Fuck, how the hell are you so strong?” Taehyung was a skinny lanky boy, didn’t appear to bestow the strength he carried. The boy is huffing for air now as he’s tired himself out and the ache in his legs still hasn’t gone away. Taehyung doesn’t budge, eyebrows knitted together angrily, lips in straight line and oddly enough, even after getting his ass beat, he can’t help but admire that Taehyung is in fact quite handsome.

He has really nice eyebrows too—

“Answer my question!” His thoughts of how pretty Taehyung’s nose mole was, practically severed.

“Okay! I’m an art major, Jeon Jeongguk, please put me down!” Taehyung releases the boy as requested.  

A starving artist, Taehyung clicks his tongue, he should’ve known.

“Why the fuck are you in my apartment? You have five seconds to reply before I call the police—”

“I’m Jeongguk, Jimin’s cousin, didn’t he tell you I would be here?” Jeongguk finally explains, hands on his knees, as he heaves air back into his lungs.

He watches Taehyung’s angered expression soften slowly into one of sudden realization as recollection hits him like a fucking freight train.

Right when he was dozing off, Jimin had called him, frantically asking Taehyung for permission if his younger cousin could stay at their place for the night, and Taehyung, sleepy and totally incoherent,  muttered a string of agreements before hanging up and succumbing to sleep again.

“Oh, shit you’re right!”

Taehyung’s face lights up like a switch has been flipped, and then he’s laughing, obnoxiously so, clutching his stomach as he doubles over into another fit. He looks nice like this, disheveled bed hair sticking every which way, face a bright red from laughing too hard, and his trademark rectangular smile.

He looks lovely, Jeongguk can’t bring himself to be even the slightest bit upset nor angered.

“I forgot! I’m so sorry— oh my god.”  Taehyung attempts to apologize again, pulling the boy into a hug and slapping his back a bit too hard as compensation.

“Consider it initiation to the dorm.” He says with a sly yet coy smile, hand falling shyly behind his neck.

And although Jeongguk is positive his calves are purple right about now, he can’t help the chuckle that escapes his mouth too, or the warmth flooding his chest as he beams right back at Taehyung.

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It doesn’t take very long for sleep to consume them both, what with the way Taehyung’s chest rises and falls against Jeongguk’s back, it’s relaxing, and soon after Taehyung is in slumber, Jeongguk succumbs to sleep as well.

If it wasn’t clear, Jeongguk is absolutely smitten for Taehyung.

He has no control over his own mind and thoughts, especially when it comes to Taehyung.

So he dreams of the older male, which isn’t anything particularly new. He dreams of his fingers, long and lithe, curling around his waist, rubbing gently circles into his hipbones.

He dreams of his lips, pink and succulent, brushing against the juncture of his neck and collarbones, pecking the area gently. He dreams of his tongue, twisting and curling around his own, sucking the life out of him, making him dizzy and weightless with the way he sucks against his teeth and nibbles at his earlobe.

He dreams of his hands sliding down his figure, landing at the front of his zipper, pulling downwards slowly but surely.

And he dreams of the boy wrapping a hand firmly around his now aching member, and pumping to the same rhythm in which he moves his lips passionately against his. He rolls his hips against him, mindlessly, and it all feels so good, he’s so close.

He moans obscenely, he’s been moaning this entire time.

And then Jeongguk wakes up, he wakes up to the sound of Taehyung faintly calling him, almost like a plead.

Jeongguk, being somewhere between sleep and consciousness, moans Taehyung’s name again, not able to differentiate Taehyung’s calls for his name as actual calls for his name and not just needy whines.

And then realization hits him like a freight train, he’s practically yanked out of slumber and sits up in a haste.

He was grinding on his best friend.

He was moaning Taehyung’s name.

He just had a wet dream about Taehyung right in front of him.

Jeongguk wants the mattress to swallow him whole.

“..G-Guk..” Taehyung weakly calls, sitting a good two feet away from the boy who is now sticky in his shorts.

Jeongguk’s  paralyzed, brain short-circuiting because what the actual fuck is wrong with him.

He figures an apology is due, his brain can at least muster up that much.

“T-Tae, I’m— fuck I’m so sorry.” He moves to cover his boner instantly, a lewd squelching noise filling the air around them from Jeongguk’s soiled boxers pressing against his thigh. He curses.

“D-did you just have a wet dream?” The answer is obvious, Jeongguk wants to literally die.

Taehyung’s eyes are unmoving, stuck on Jeongguk’s figure, he flushes deeply when he utters out his next question,

“Did you have a wet dream… about me?”  The blush on his cheeks only makes him look even more pretty and irresistible and Jeongguk feels like screeching into the pillow beside him.  

He wishes he could just ignore the question, pretend none of this happened, but he knows Taehyung deserves a legitimate answer, after he just nutted on his bed, he figures it’s the least he can do.

“I— well— not necessarily— okay yeah, kind of?” He fumbles, looking down shamefully, gripping at the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it down, just to cover his dick that’s still hasn’t gone limp yet.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” Taehyung quips, “you were grinding on my thigh!”

“Okay! Okay! Yes I did, please don’t make this more embarrassing than it already is.” He whines, grabbing the pillow and shoving his head deep, if only the pillow could just somehow grow a pair of bulky arms and choke him to death.

Jeongguk pouts, if only you could grow arms little pillow.

Taehyung isn’t frozen any longer, in fact, he’s moving over to sit beside Jeongguk again, and from within the pillow, he can hear the older boy chuckling.

“Wha— are you laughing?” His voice comes out muffled, speaking directly into the pillow.

“Well obviously.”

“You’re not like, disgusted that I dreamt about you?”

“I had a hunch you had the feelsy weelsies for me already if I’m being completely honest. It’s nothing to be disgusted by.”

“Even the fact I nutted on your comforter?”

“Well, there’s that too.” Taehyung laughs again, this one more light-hearted. He pulls Jeongguk up by the shoulder so he can hear the boy properly again.

“How did you know I liked you? A-And when?” Jeongguk asks hesitantly, face enveloped in a pretty shade of crimson and Taehyung thinks he looks nice like this, 'post-sex’, hair all disheveled, bangs pressed against his forehead from sweat and cheeks rosy.

He looks really nice like this actually.

“Hm, seventh grade maybe?” Jeongguk scoffs, “I knew because Yoongi-hyung had told me, he’s been suspecting this for a long while actually. He told me how whenever we talk, you stare at me like the heart-eye emoji.” Taehyung giggles, brushing the fringe away from Jeongguk’s forehead, exposing the expanse of sweaty skin.

Taehyung is grinning at him like madman, stupid rectangular smile that has been quite clearly haunting his dreams for years now. He hates how pretty the older is, he hates how he’s so fucking smitten for him.

He hates that he’s blushing again.

“Stop blushing so hard, your head is going to explode.” Taehyung teases, ruffling his hair. And because he does in fact, have the Feelsy Weelsies™ for him, Jeongguk manages to burn even redder at that.

If Jeongguk’s being completely honest, he wishes his head would explode, put him out of his misery at least.